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Heya peeps, Ally here. Gonna be postin random marvel related stuff here, as well as my fanart! Expect lots of Bucky/Sebastian content tehe My main @alikatko Other art will be there hopefully :p
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Winter Soldier and Alika villian era.
They have so much aura its insane
Found an incredible referenceâŚ.. Did a study⌠eheheheeh
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I can't breathe its so good-
"Those colors suit you."
As a man who lost his home long ago, Bucky would definitely try to bring her home back into her heart. (I will make a comic panel of this moment, that's how obsessed with this idea I am)

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Hi there, I have some angsty thoughts
What about bucky x reader hurt/comfort where reader has lost a relative years ago but can't bring themselves to visit the grave alone? And Bucky is there to help, come with, tell how he have dealt with his pain. I would imagine at least from war times he has a lot of experience with that ...
Sorry its very dark, I am just a big lover of hurt/comfort đŤ đŤ
i'm such a sucker for hurt/comfort too đ thank you for trusting me with this one.
Warnings: grief, loss of a loved one, discussion of death, mentions of war, angst with comfort, soft intimacy
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Youâd been circling around the idea for weeks. Months, if you were being honest with yourself. The date sat there on the calendar like a bruise that never healed right, a day you could see coming from miles away but still flinched at when it finally arrived.
Every year, you promised yourself that this time youâd go. Youâd put on something respectful, drive out to the cemetery, and finally sit in the silence youâd been running from.
Every year, you didnât.
It wasnât that you didnât care. God, it was the opposite. You cared too much. The thought of standing in front of a headstone with their name etched into it, the thought of speaking into that hollow quietâit paralyzed you. You could talk about them in stories at the dinner table, you could laugh about the little things they used to do, you could even dream about them when sleep was kind enough to let you. But walking into that patch of earth where they were laid down? That was like admitting the loss hadnât been temporary. That it wasnât something you could just⌠undo.
You hadnât told anyone, not really. Friends meant well, but they didnât understand that grief wasnât a neat, linear process. It was messy. Sticky. It caught in your throat when you least expected it.
But Bucky noticed.
Of course he did. He noticed everything.
The night before, youâd been curled up on the couch with him, half-watching a movie, half-watching the way his thumb brushed against your knuckles. He hadnât said anything at firstâhe never pushedâbut you could feel the question building in the way his eyes lingered.
âYouâve been quiet lately,â he murmured finally, voice low, like he was afraid of startling you.
Youâd shrugged, eyes on the TV. âJust⌠thinking.â
âAbout tomorrow?â
Your chest had gone tight. You hated how easily he saw through you, how effortlessly he slipped past the walls you kept around everyone else. You hadnât answered, but you didnât have to.
He pulled you into his side, pressing his lips to your hair. âYou donât have to do it alone.â
Which was how you ended up in the passenger seat of his car the next morning, hands clenched in your lap, the air thick with unsaid words.
Bucky didnât try to fill the silence. That was one of the things you loved about himâhe understood that sometimes quiet was kinder than conversation. The steady hum of the engine and the occasional squeak of the windshield wipers were enough.
When he reached over to lace his fingers with yours, you didnât let go.
The cemetery was as you remembered it: rows of stones standing in careful lines, flowers left to wilt in the sun, the air carrying that strange stillness unique to places like this. It was peaceful, but in the way an old wound isâhealed over, but still tender if you pressed.
You froze halfway down the path. Your body wouldnât move, no matter how much you told yourself to take another step. Your throat closed up.
Bucky stopped beside you. His hand squeezed yours gently. âHey,â he said softly. âBreathe.â
You tried. It came out shaky.
âI donât know if I canââ Your voice cracked.
He turned fully toward you, blue eyes steady. âYou donât have to. Not unless you want to. But if you do⌠Iâm right here. Every step.â
Something in his toneâfirm but soft, a promise more than reassuranceâbroke through the fear. You nodded, legs moving again even though they felt like lead.
The headstone was simple. Their name, the dates, a short phrase that had once felt comforting but now just underlined the absence. Your chest tightened at the sight.
For a long moment, you just stood there, nails biting into your palms, the world blurring with the tears you tried to blink away.
Bucky stayed silent, close enough that his warmth anchored you.
Finally, you managed to whisper, âI shouldâve been here sooner.â
His hand brushed against your back, slow and steady. âThereâs no timeline for this. Trust me.â
You swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the letters carved into the stone. âI feel like I failed them.â
âYou didnât.â His voice was certain, no hesitation. âYou loved them. You still love them. Thatâs not failure.â
Tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them. âThen why does it hurt so much?â
âBecause they mattered.â
You turned to him then, really looked at him. The lines around his eyes, the weight he carried in his shouldersâit wasnât just words. He knew.
âWhat about you?â you asked, your voice trembling. âHow do you deal with it? All the people youâve lost?â
He was quiet for a moment, eyes distant. His jaw worked before he finally answered.
âI donât, sometimes,â he admitted. âSometimes itâs too heavy. I spent years burying it, letting it eat me alive. And then⌠I realized the only way through was to let myself feel it. To talk about them. To remember the good, not just the end.â
His eyes flicked back to yours. âAnd when itâs too much, I let someone sit with me in it. Steve used to. Now⌠you.â
Something in your chest cracked open at that.
You turned back to the stone, whispering the words youâd been holding back for years. Little things. Memories. The kind of things that didnât feel big enough to matter but somehow meant everything. Your voice shook, tears slipping freely, but you didnât stop.
Bucky didnât interrupt. He just stayed there, hand warm against your back, presence grounding you while you finally let yourself spill out the grief that had been locked inside.
When the words finally ran out, you sagged against him, drained.
He caught you easily, arms wrapping around you, chin resting on top of your head. âYou did good, doll.â
You let out a wet laugh against his chest. âI feel like a mess.â
âMess means you cared.â He kissed your hair, his voice rough. âDonât ever be ashamed of that.â
You stood there together for a long time, the quiet settling around you in something that didnât feel suffocating anymore. It felt⌠shared.
Eventually, you pulled back, wiping your eyes. âThank you.â
âFor what?â
âFor being here.â
He cupped your face gently, thumb brushing away the last of your tears. âAlways. You donât have to carry this alone anymore. Not as long as Iâm around.â
And for the first time in years, you believed it.
The drive back was quiet again, but different this time. Not heavy. Just⌠calm. Like youâd finally set something down.
Bucky kept your hand in his the whole way home.
When you curled up against him on the couch later, exhaustion tugging at your eyes, you realized something.
Visiting the grave hadnât made the pain vanish. It hadnât made the loss smaller. But sharing itâsaying the words out loud, letting Bucky stand there with youâhad made it less lonely.
And maybe, just maybe, that was enough.
My soul is officially healing, its perfect đđâ¤ď¸â¤ď¸â¤ď¸
Comfy
Summary : You found out Bucky sleeps naked.Â
Pairing : Bucky Barnes x reader (she/her)Â
Warnings/tags : Fluff!!!! Canon-compliant, pre-Thunderbolts. Non-sexual Nudity. (Please let me know if I miss anything!!!)
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Bucky Barnes never meant to talk to you that day.
Heâd only gone to the cafĂŠ because Sam insisted he leave his apartment for something that wasnât groceries. So he went to the same place to get coffee three times a week just to sit near the window and pretend he wasnât completely out of place in this century.
But then you happened.
You were behind him in line, humming some tune he didnât know. When he glanced back just once, you smiled at him like he was a regular guy, not an Avenger with a metal arm. You looked at him as if he was just a man deciding between a black coffee and something that ended in -ccino.
He didnât say anything then. What was he supposed to say anyway? Hi, Iâm 106 and terrible at small talk?
But then your drink came out wrong (with vanilla syrup instead of hazelnut) and for reasons he couldnât explain, he was the one who said something. âThatâs not what you ordered, right?â
You blinked up at him, surprised. You smiled. âNo, but itâs okay. Iâll survive.â
He nodded once. Then, with a level of effort that wouldâve made Steve proud, he said, âYou, uh⌠come here a lot?â
You grinned. âIs that your line for all the girls you meet in a coffee shop?â
His cheeks flushed red.
Still, by the time you left after a little more teasing, a little more talking, you had given him your number.
âTake me out for coffee next time,â you said with a wink.Â
He didnât stop smiling for an hour after that.
â
You and Bucky texted first. It started with small, simple things, like check-ins and playful banter that made Bucky smile like an idiot at 2 AM on a random Tuesday. He was funny in a dry, hesitant way, like he still wasnât sure if he was allowed to be charming.Â
But he was. So much so, it caught you off guard sometimes.
Your first date was coffee at that same little cafĂŠ, where the staff already started to recognise you both. You sat by the window, and this time, he told you half-mumbled stories from his childhood in Brooklyn. You told him yours.Â
He fidgeted with his sleeve a lot, but overall, Bucky thought it went well.Â
The second date was another coffee, though he was slightly less nervous this time. He walked you home that time, his human hand slightly touching yours on the sidewalk like it wanted to hold you but didnât know if he should ask yet.
You kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand when you said goodbye.
â
The third date was brunch. Bucky was three minutes late and showed up with flowers he clearly wasnât used to buying. He held the sunflowers interspersed with live daisies like a live grenade, but still you laughed and took them gently from his hands.
âCharming,â you teased.Â
He smirked, almost shyly. âYou think so?â
You kissed the corner of his cheeks in answer.
That day, you both spent hours talking over half eaten egg benedicts.
â
Brunch ended with the kind of buzz that had nothing to do with the bottomless mimosas and everything to do with the way Bucky Barnes was looking at you.
As always, he didnât talk too muchânot unless you pulled the words out of him with a grin or a nudgeâbut the things he didnât say were just as loud. His fingers lingered at the small of your back when you walked out of the restaurant, his eyes drifted to your lips every time you laughed.
This wasnât like the coffee dates. This one felt like it hadâŚ. clicked.
So when you stopped outside your apartment building and said, âHey, do you wanna come up for a bit?â he⌠nodded.
âYeah,â he said. âYeah, Iâd like that.â
â
That afternoon, you curled up on the couch together, a little closer than usual, and somewhere between episode three or four of a TV show you just ended up randomly putting on, your head tilted toward him.
He leaned in first, and gave you a gentle kiss. It started with one, then two. Then it got⌠heated.
Somewhere along the lines, his hands were on your waist, and yours in his hair. Your back was pressed against the couch, his body half over yours, heavy and strong and careful all the same, kissing you like he hadnât let himself do anyone in years.
And well⌠he was good at it.
He let out a groan from deep in his chest that lit you up from the inside out. His metal hand was carefully gripping your thigh now, squeezing gently, like he wanted more but didnât dare ask yet.
You broke the kiss with a gasp, both of you panting, lips swollen, and cheeks flushed.
ââŚBucky,â you whispered, noticing he was toying with the edge of your shirt, knowing what fantasies ran in his head.Â
âYeah?â
You giggled, breathless. âYou havenât even taken me to dinner yet.â
He blinked at you, dazed. âWhat?â
âYouâve taken me to coffee twice, and brunch once. Which barely counts as a meal,â you teased, poking his chest lightly.
He stared for a beat, then dropped his head onto your shoulder with a chuckle. âYouâre serious?â
âDead serious,â you said, almost smug. âIâm classy, Barnes. Feed me first.â
He let out a raspy laugh and pulled back just enough to look at you in disbelief that you just clawed your heart wide open, but determined to impress and do things your way. âGod, youâre somethinâ.â
âDinner first,â you repeated, biting back a grin. âThen weâll talk about round two of that.â
He kissed your cheek, before moving down to your jaw, then your neck, still a bit too shy for his own good. âFriday good for you, sweets?â
You grinned at the nickname. âDeal.â
And that night, he didnât try again. He held you on the couch, arms wrapped around you like a blanket, talking over the muffled sound of the TV.
â
On Friday, dinner was perfect.
He didnât take you to an expensive restaurant where everything was wrapped in the fancy-tablecloth â but a small shop where you sat in a dimly lit corner-booth and shared-forks-of-pasta, accidentally-touching-knees-under-the-table in a flirty kind of way.
Youâd never seen Bucky talk so much, so comfortably.Â
He told you stories from this century now. How Sam made fun of his music taste, how his neighbor, an old lady, keeps gifting him random plants that he keeps killing accidentally, how Joaquinâs slowly conditioning him to like stupid sitcoms on Netflix.
And throughout all that, he kept looking at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.
Even after the week youâd had â work had been draining, your boss an absolute menace â you felt awake around him. You felt⌠safe.
You were on your third shared dessert (Bucky claimed he wasnât a dessert guy, but you caught him stealing more than half the tiramisu), when he said, a little hesitantly, âHey. If you donât have to be up early tomorrow⌠do you maybe wanna come over?â
You hesitated, and not because you didnât want to. The idea of curling up with him again, tangled under blankets, kissing until you forgot worldly burdens⌠It sounded like a perfect Friday night. Â
But you also knew your limits.
You gently wiped your lip with a napkin, gave him a smile, and said, âYeah. Iâd really like to. But⌠just so you knowâIâm completely beat from work. So⌠if we hang out tonight, itâs probably just cuddles and bad TV. NotâŚ,â you shrugged, âRound two.â
He nodded immediately, even before you could finish. âNo pressure.â
You studied him for a second, just to be sure. âAre you sure thatâs okay?â
âOf course,â he said. âYou think Iâm not happy just having you around?â He took your hand on the table, rubbed his thumb over your knuckles. âYou could come over for five minutes and Iâd still call it a perfect night.â
Your cheeks warmed, and you leaned in a little closer, squeezing his hand.
â
So you ended up on his couch, tangled up under a worn-in blanket that smelled faintly of his cologne and laundry detergent. Heâd let you pick the movie, then grinned when you picked a ridiculous action comedy with a talking animal sidekick and zero plot.Â
âBold choice,â he murmured, pulling you gently closer until your legs were over his and his arm was snug around your shoulder.
You nestled in, head resting lightly against his chest.
At one point, during a particularly dumb chase scene involving a jet ski, you felt him laugh under you. It warmed you more than the blanket.
You tilted your head up slightly, and canât help but yawn.Â
â
The movie ended in a blur of over-the-top explosions and the animal sidekick somehow saving the day, and the credits rolled quietly while the room settled into a late-night quiet.Â
You looked at the time.Â
Oh shit. It was 1 AM.Â
At this point, your eyelids were heavy, your limbs relaxed and draped lazily over Bucky, and you mightâve fallen asleep right there if not for the sudden buzz of your phone on the coffee table.
You groaned softly, leaning forward to grab it, the screen light jarring against the cozy darkness.
You dismissed the notification and went into the ride apps, hopeful to find a safe way home.Â
âUgh,â you muttered, scrolling through your phone. âNo cars anywhere.â
Bucky shifted beside you, blinking sleepily. âHmmm?â
âYeah. Looks like half the cityâs shut down for some kind of construction or emergency detoursââ You tilted your screen so he could see. âLiterally everythingâs either delayed or unavailable.â
He winced in sympathy, then rubbed his hand over his face. âThat⌠sucks.â
You hesitated, chewing the inside of your cheek. âOkay, this is kind of awkward, and I totally get it if youâre not up for it, but⌠would it be okay if I crash here for the night? Just until morning, when the roads open up again or I can grab a cab?â You rushed to add, âI can sleep on the couch! Seriously. Itâs no big deal, I just donât wanna sit outside in the middle of nowhere waiting for a maybe-taxi.â
Bucky sat up straighter, fully awake now, his eyes wide with alarm. âWhat? No! Youâre not waiting outside and youâre not sleeping on the couch.â
You blinked at him. âOhâokay.â
He immediately softened his tone, running a hand through his sleep-tousled hair. âSorry. I didnât mean to snap. I justâno way Iâd let you go out there alone at this hour. And the couch is awful.â
You couldnât help but laugh at the way he said it, all grumbly and offended on your behalf. âItâs not that bad.â
He looked at you with raised brows. âYou donât want to sleep on it.â He insisted.Â
You snorted. âOkay, fine, your bed it is.â
His expression flickered for a second. It wasnât exactly resistance, just⌠nerves.
You tilted your head. âIf⌠youâre sure?â
He nodded quickly, maybe a little too quickly. âYeah. Yeah, of course.â
You smiled softly.Â
He smiled back, but his eyes lingered on you for a beat too long, like he was trying to be cool but something was definitely buzzing in his mind.Â
You could already tell this night was going to be a little more complicated than just sleep.
â
At first, sharing Buckyâs bed felt⌠surprisingly natural.
The room was dark, but still lit up enough with the glow of a streetlamp outside filtering through the curtains. You both climbed under the covers.
He gave you space, pulling the blanket up to your shoulders and murmuring a quiet, âYou good?â as you both got settled.
âYeah,â you whispered. âComfy.â
He smiled in the dark. âGood.â
But then, ten minutes passed.
Then twenty.
Then forty.
And it became very clear that Bucky Barnes was absolutely not comfy.
You could feel the tension in the mattress every time he shifted, the way he kept adjusting his pillow, one arm flopping out from under the blanket, then back in, then the metal one switching sides like it was also frustrated. He sighed twice.Â
You lay still, eyes open now, staring at the ceiling.
âBuck?â you whispered.
He froze like a kid caught eating a mouthful of cookies. ââŚYeah?â
âYou okay?â
âMhm.â
Definitely not convincing.Â
You turned your head toward him. âAre you sure?â
Finally, he let out a long, guilty exhale. âIâm sorry.â
âDonât be sorry,â you reassured. âIs it me? Am I making it weird?â
âNo! No, no,â he said quickly, sitting up a little. âYouâre perfect. I mean, not likeâyouâre perfect perfect, but like, in this situation, I meanâugh.â
You waited, still deciding between amused and concerned.
He groaned into his hands. âOkay, full disclosureâIâm not uncomfortable because of you. Iâm uncomfortable because⌠Iâm not⌠used to sleeping like this.â
You frowned slightly, concerned. âLike how?â
âLike⌠with clothes,â he muttered, barely audible.
You blinked. âW-what?â
âI sleep naked,â he confessed in a rush, like ripping off a Band-Aid. âItâs a tactile thing.â
You had to stifle a laugh, not out of mockery, but because of how adorably stressed he looked about it. He had his hand over his face and was clearly bracing for impact, like you'd start screaming and run for the door.
âBucky,â you said gently, touching his metal arm. âItâs fine.â
He peeked at you between his fingers. âItâs not weird?â
You tilted your head. âYouâre not asking to do anything sketchy, right? Youâre just trying to sleep?â
He nodded quickly. âSleep. Thatâs it. I swear. I wouldnât everâ I donât want to make you uncomfortable. You can take the bed and Iâll go on the couch and itâll be fine.â
You couldnât help it â you laughed. And then reached over to gently tug his hand away from his face. Surprisingly, he let you.
âBucky Barnes,â you said, your voice soft but teasing, âyou are allowed to sleep however your body needs to sleep. If you wanna be naked, be naked.â
He blinked. âYouâre⌠sure?â
âYeah,â you smiled. âI trust you. And Iâm not going to let you get scoliosis on the couch just because you have a preferred sleep method.â
He hesitated for a long moment, still torn between wanting comfort and not wanting to creep you out, until he finally nodded and reached for the hem of his shirt.
He pulled it off slowly, facing slightly away from you. The scars along his back caught what little light there was, and you watched his shoulders curl in a little, just barely.
Your heart ached.
You sat up quietly and reached out, fingers brushing the curve of his spine, just below the place where flesh met metal.
âHey,â you whispered.
After he took off his trousers and underwear, he turned to glance back, uncertain.
âYou know youâreââ You paused, heat rising to your face. ââlike, beautiful, right?â
That got him. âWhat?â His voice cracked.
You smiled, hand sliding away respectfully.Â
âI meanâI knew that already. But⌠yâknow.â
He blinked at you like he didnât know what to do with that information.
âSorry,â you winced, âDid I make it weird?â
Bucky managed a small chuckle. âNo I⌠Iâm just not used to being naked around people when itâs⌠itâs not sex.â
âNo, I⌠I get it,â You said softly, laying next to him, curling into his now naked body.
The bed dipped as he fully relaxed his weight, his warmth settling in beside you.Â
You scooted in close, resting your head just beneath his shoulder. He tensed for a breathâ then let it go.
âStill comfy?â he asked.
You smiled into his chest. âComfiest Iâve ever been.â
â
But twenty minutes later, even after everything Bucky still wasnât asleep.
You could tell when he woke you up from a near-slumber to shift. Then, you heard the way his breathing stayed shallow and uneven. Even without seeing his face, you knew he was lying there wide awake.
You cracked one eye open.
âBuck,â you whispered.
He froze. ââŚYeah?â
âStill not comfy?â
He let out a frustrated sigh. âI donât know. Physically? Sure. Itâs just⌠I still feelâŚâ
You waited.
âDamn it.â That he probably didnât mean to say aloud, but he just didnât know what else to say. He flopped his head back like a dramatic Victorian woman fainting on a chaise lounge, and stared up at the ceiling.
You propped yourself on one elbow and turned toward him.
âOkay,â you whispered, slightly amused, âI thought this was a good option.â
âIt is,â he insisted, âIt is.â
You pushed yourself up slightly on one elbow. âSo⌠whatâs wrong?â
Bucky covered his face with both hands and groaned into them.
âIâm sorry. God, Iâm sorry,â he mumbled. âThis is so stupid.â
You gave him a gentle smile, even if he couldnât see it. âYou can say it. Itâs your
bed.â
âIâm weird,â he said, shaking his head.Â
You laid back down beside him and bumped his shoulder lightly with yours. âCâmon. Whatâs going on?â
He hesitated, hands slowly dropping from his face. He turned his head on the pillow to look at you.
Finally, quietly, he said, âI canât stop thinking about how awkward this is.â
Your brows pulled together. âAwkward?â
âNot because of you,â he said quickly. âYou⌠I mean youâve been amazing. Itâs justâmy head wonât shut up. I keep thinking, likeâwhat if this is weird for you? What if Iâm making it uncomfortable? What if sleeping next to me while Iâm like this feels wrong and you just didnât want to say anything? What if I fall asleep and you think Iâm trying to pull something because weâre not wearingââ
âBucky.â You stopped his tangent.Â
He blinked at you, startled.
You stared at him, then pulled the blanket up to your shoulders, took a deep breath, and sat up. âOkay. Fine.â
He furrowed his brow. âFine⌠what?â
âLetâs try a new strategy,â you said simply, âwhere weâre as vulnerable as each other, yâknow, on equal footing.â
And with that, you reached down and calmly peeled off your borrowed sleep shirt.
Bucky's eyes widened. âWaitâwhat are youâ?â
You shushed him with a patient look, and then you slid your sleep shorts off too, leaving yourself in nothing but your underwear. Then, after a moment of thought, you reached back and unclasped your bra and panties and added it to the pile on the floor.Â
Bucky turned his head, his eyes going a little wide, but he didnât move away.
You slid back under the blanket beside him, now just as bare as he was. When your skin touched his, it felt⌠nice.
âThere,â you whispered gently. âNow weâre even.â
His eyes searched yours, cheeks beet red. âYou didnât have to do that.â
âI know,â you said. âBut I wanted to.â
He swallowed har. trying to find words heâd never had to say out loud before. Instead, he just⌠looked at you.
âGod,â he breathed. âYouâre IâŚwow.â
The words werenât lustful. They werenât slick or performative. He said it like he didnât quite believe he deserved⌠you.
You reached for his human hand and guided it to rest against the dip of your waist. He was hesitant at first, but then it settled comfortably.Â
You curled into him, tucking your head beneath his chin, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had finally found each other after years apart in the wrong boxes.
He held you then. Carefully, like you were made of something precious. The chill of his metal arm curled protectively around your waist, while the steady beat of his heart thudded gently beneath your cheek.
He swallowed. âYouâre seriously okay like this?â
âI trust you, Bucky.â You reassured. âAnd itâs just bodies. Everyone has one.â
He looked at you like youâd just spoken another language â one heâd never heard before but wanted to learn. ââŚYouâre somethinâ, arenât you?â
You laughed quietly.Â
He was silent for a while, letting himself be vulnerable with someone else for once.Â
âOkay,â he whispered finally. âOkay. I think I can sleep now.â
âYou sure?â
âYeah,â he said. âFor the first time all night.â
You smiled, gently wrapping your arm around his middle. âGood. Because you were starting to wear a hole in the mattress.â
That made him laugh before letting out a long exhale left his lungs, like heâd been overthinking for a century too long.
And that night, Bucky Barnes had the comfiest sleep since the forties.Â
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Summer Surprise ŕżŕż Bucky Barnes
Pairing: Age-gap 40s DBF Bucky Barnes x Mid-twenties Reader
Summary: You've been looking forward to kicking off the summer with a week on your dads new boat. You decide to have one last night of fun before committing to a week on the sea with your family. But you're thrown into a world of shock when you realize the older man you slept with, only days prior, is not only friends with your dad, but also joining you for the trip.
Word Count: 21.0k
Warnings: Graphic Sexual Content. DBF!Bucky. Oral sex (M&F receiving. Mostly F.) Soft Dom!Bucky. Age-gap (40 y/o Bucky x mid 20s reader). Hand jobs. Hair Pulling. Light Choking. Heavy Teasing. Smug asf Bucky. Neck fixation. Body Worship. Wall Sex. Tension. Just so so so so much smut. P with P (but not toooo much plot) ABSOLUTE filth.
18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact.
Author's Note: Hey guys! I really enjoyed making this one. This one is a little crazy and a little wild. But I hope you guys like it!!! Also, requests are always open.
The air is charged with electricity, the rhythmic base pulsing through the floor. Your delighted laugh is muffled by the heavy beat as you roll your hips into your friend.Â
Wanda presses up behind you, her hands slithering around your waist to tickly Natâs hips. Nat smacks her hand away with a snicker, her body swaying into yours.Â
You pant, a thin sheen of sweat clinging to your skin from the heated room. âFuck,â you groan. âIâm thirsty, Imma get a drink, you want anything?â You shout over the music, pushing out from between the two women.Â
âAll good,â Wanda laughs, turning to grind back into Natasha.Â
You giggle at the pair and start shoving your way through the packed crowd. Youâve never seen your favorite club as packed as it was tonight. Usually, that would make things a little more fun, but tonight it made things a nuisance.Â
You push through people packed body to body, shouldering through couples and friends to get to the bar.
About two feet from the bar, a drunk man shoulders past you to collapse into a free barstool. You feel your heel slip as you wobble- your stomach drops to your feet in a moment of panic. But before you can roll your ankle, strong hands slide onto your waist and steady you.
âYou okay?â A rough voice shouts from above you.Â
You roll your head back, looking up at a jaw dropping man. A drunken smile slips onto your lips as you unconsciously lean back into him. âAll good now,â You giggle.
The man helps maneuver you so you're facing him, a chuckle falling from his lips. âYou sure?â His dark blue eyes trail down your body shamelessly. His hand stays on your hip.
âMhm,â you nod heavily, your gaze flickering between the salt and pepper in his hair, to the pretty crows feet that form when he smiles down at you.Â
He couldnât be more than forty. Your light buzz sinks a little deeper as you ogle the man, watching the way the neon lights flicker against his skin.
âYou want a drink, sweetheart?â He leans down into your space, so he doesnât have to shout as much for you to hear.Â
You swallow heavily. âYou buying?â
âFor someone as pretty as you, absolutely.â His tongue swipes over the point of his teeth.Â
You grin and nod, shamelessly leaning into him. âLead the way, handsome.â
And he did lead the way. Just not to the bar.
He led you to the alley out back, where the line to get into the club stretched to the street. And without a care- or thought for your dignity- in site, he presses you against the cold, chipped bricks.Â
His facial hair burns against your face as you suck gently on his tongue, your hands frantically fisting at his hair. He chuckles into the kiss, his large hands pinning you in place by your hips.Â
He nips at your bottom lip, rolling it until it stung, then soothed over it with his tongue. He pants softly into your mouth, a hand traveling up to grip your jaw tightly. He angles your head, pressing his lips to yours in a bruising kiss.Â
âFuck-â He groans quietly against your lips, his other hand slipping down to grab your ass.
He smells of expensive cologne and lingering smoke. He tastes like fine liquor.Â
âGonna take me somewhere-?â You gasp against him. âOr âre you gonna fuck me right here?âÂ
He laughs, deep in his chest, against your neck, his lips trailing rough kisses down the expanse. âThat eager?â He whispers, dragging his teeth along your throat.
âFuck yes-â You pant, arching up into him.
He snickers quietly as he pulls back, his hand sliding back around your jaw. âIâll take you somewhere baby,â he swipes his tongue over your sore bottom lip. âIâll take care of you.â
And that's how you end up in a strange hotel, your hair in this random mans fist, as he fucks you into the mattress.Â
You can barely see straight. Your body aches and your thighs are barely holding your weight by now. The manâs strong fingers press bruises into the soft edge of your hip as he drags you back against his cock.Â
You choke on a broken wine, your jaw loose as he yanks on your hair.
âFuck-â he grunts, fucking his cock back into your soaking entrance. âDo that again, sweetheart,â his lip twitches back in a snarl as his muscles clench.Â
Your eyes roll back as your trembling hand pushes between your legs to circle your clit.Â
âJust like that, baby, doing so good.â He pants, his nails scraping your scalp as he regrips your hair.Â
âOh shit-â You moan, rocking back into him.
He smirks to himself, his large hand swinging back to deliver a quick slap to your ass. You whine, your mouth falling open further. He smacks your ass again, pressing his palm to the red mark that follows.
âThat feel good, sweetheart? Huh?â He thrust his hips at a steady pace, deep and hard, punching the air from your lungs. âI asked you a question, baby.â He smacks your ass again.
You nod quickly, your scalp burning as he fists your hair. âS-so fuckinâ goodâŚâ
âYeah? Feels so good gettinâ stuffed full of cock?â He chuckles to himself, his own words making him smile. âBet it does. Bet youâve never been fucked like this, huh?â
You shake your head, pushing back against him needily. He pulls you back on his dick, grinding into you slowly. He tugs gently on your hair, and then you feel his breath ghosting across your throat. He presses a soft kiss to the hinge of your jaw.Â
âEver been fucked by someone older?â He whispers, his lips dragging over your shoulder.
Your vision nearly blanks out when he grinds his hips into you again. You gasp when a sharp sting against your ass shocks you back to reality. âNo-...â You groan.
âMm,â he hums, sinking his teeth into the curve of your shoulder. You nearly sob, your fingers circling your clit a little slower. You donât want this to be over yet. ââS it feel good?â He whispers, his teeth nipping at your earlobe. âDo boys your age make you feel this good?â His stubble burns where he drags his chin against your cheek.
You shake your head. He softens his hold on your hair to massage your scalp.Â
âDoes it make you wanna cry?â He whispers, kissing the corner of your lips. He rolls his hips into you a little slower. You choke on a garbled noise.
Your stomach twists almost painfully, something hot and aching spreading through you.Â
You nod, blinking through tears to try to ground yourself.Â
You can feel him smile against your cheek. He nips your jaw. âI bet.â He snickers, snapping his hips against yours as he pulls back. He curls his fist back around your thick locks of hair. âI wonât stop you, baby,â he groans, his chin dipping to his chest as he stares at himself sinking into you.
âYou can cry, sweetheart. Go ahead and cry.â
You canât remember falling asleep.
The last thing you could recall from the night before was the man spreading you out on your back, softly kissing your cheeks. His tongue dragging over your skin as he licked away your tears.Â
You remember his kisses trailing down your stomach, his hand wrapped around your throat.Â
You remember him smiling against your inner thigh, before he gently kissed your soaking cunt.
After that, everything was a blur.Â
So now, as you stretch slowly beneath the silky sheets, you feel sore and raw. Every part of you feels so deliciously tender.Â
Calloused fingers twitch over your stomach. You shiver, glancing down at the thick arms wrapped snug around your waist. You look over your shoulder to find the man sleeping soundly, his face nuzzled into your hair.
You have to bite your lip to stop yourself from grinning like a fool. But you canât help it. Your whole body still feels loose and raw from the way he picked you apart the night before.Â
So you relax into the sheets and trace your nails over his knuckles, forcing yourself to stay quiet. To savor the moment a little longer.Â
His body feels warm against yours, heavy and relaxed. You feel his soft lips brush your nape. Your stomach flutters as you tug the thin sheet a little higher over your chest.
Your little savory moment is cut short when he releases a heavy breath against the back of your neck, his arms winding tighter.Â
You make a soft noise as his arms press into your stomach.
His chest rumbles in a sleepy chuckle, his lips dragging over your skin. âMorning,â he whispers, his voice all gravel and velvet.
You swallow hard, your mouth now deeply dry. Your confidence now heavily lacking, now that youâre sober.
âMorning,â you mutter.
His hand slides from your stomach to your hip, massaging gently into the muscle. âFeel okay?â
You suppress a shudder, and nod, your eyes glued to the wall across from the bed. âMhm.â
Something nervous curls in your stomach.
The man makes a rough noise before he starts to turn onto his back- pulling you with him. You shift with him, pressed into his side- almost on top of him. Before you can do much else, the hand not glued to your waist rakes the hair from your face.Â
You blink up at him now, blue eyes flickering over your features.Â
âHi,â he whispers, his teeth nipping his lip.Â
âHi,â you groan, dropping your face to his chest. The hand in your hair slips to cradle your nape as he laughs. You can feel the vibrations through his ribs.Â
âWhereâs all that gusto?â He hums, his nails gently scratching your hip.Â
âYou fucked it out of me,â you huff.
He makes a surprised noise at that, his palm loosening around your neck. Once he gathers himself, his nails start gently scratching at your scalp. âThere it is.â
You sigh against him, and faintly you realize he still smells like cologne and smoke. You swallow, your lips pressed to his chest. âIâm Y/n, by the way,â you slowly lift your head, an embarrassed smile curling at your mouth.
âBucky,â he mutters, still stroking your scalp. âNice to meet you, doll.â
âWhat a meeting,â You snicker, pushing up over him a little further. You drag the sheets with you as you slowly straddle the man. He watches you, his hands falling to your thighs, where they peak beneath the white sheet.
He hums to himself, biting back a smirk as he looks at you fully. He looks sweet, bathed in warmth and sleep. You rest your hands against his chest, your touch trailing as you reach to cup his jaw. On a whim, you lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. He hums again, his tongue brushing yours.Â
âYou have pretty eyes,â You whisper against his mouth, feeling his facial hair scrape your face. âSo blue.â
He smiles into the next kiss, struggling to keep his teeth out of the mix. âMhm?â He murmurs, his hands stroking up and down your waist. âDidnât see much of me last night?â
You shake your head. âItâs hard to see when youâre sobbing.â You snicker.Â
He groans softly, his head falling back against the pillows in exasperation. âYou canât say that when youâre on top of me, doll.â
You rake your fingers through his hair, pushing it back. âOops,â you smirk, your stomach fluttering at how pretty his eyes look with his crows feet.Â
His hair is soft beneath your fingers, thick and tangled. Your gaze sweeps over his face, his neck, his chest. Faint freckles mark his warm skin. You wonder faintly if he has any tattoos.Â
âWhatcha starin' at?â He chews at his lip, a hand dropping to gently palm your ass over the sheets.
âYouâre really fuckinâ attractive.â
He chokes on a laugh, a grin spreading across his face. âJesus, girl.â He shakes his head at you. He slowly sits up against the headboard, dragging you closer in his lap. âYouâre blunt when youâre sober,â he smirks, leaning down to kiss your shoulders.
âCanât help it,â you mutter, arching your neck to give him space.Â
ââS that right?â He nips gently at your throat.Â
âMhm,â you sigh.
âIâve got a few new observations too. Wanna hear?â He lifts a brow at you, struggling to suppress his smile. You nod, your hands slide to rest on his shoulders.Â
He leans in, his lips pressed to the shell of your ear. âYou look good with makeup running down your face.â
You flinch back with an embarrassed gasp, your hands smacking over your face. âYouâre kidding-â you groan. âIs it everywhere?â
He snickers heartily, his fingers slowly wrapping around your wrists. You try to keep yourself covered but he easily tugs your hands away. âIâm just teasing, baby,â he chuckles. âYouâre fine.â
âAre you?â You lift a suspicious brow at him.Â
He shrugs slightly. âOnly a little.â
You groan and drop your head onto his shoulder. âOh god-â you huff. In reality, you shouldnât feel so bad. You know he seems to like it. But the image of yourself youâve cooked up in your head looks like a mess.Â
And Bucky is by far the hottest man youâve ever slept with. So being a mess is less than desirable.Â
He rubs your back gently, his cheek knocking into the crown of your head. âYouâre fine, youâre fine. Itâs only a little eyeliner.â
You shake your head in embarrassment, your lips pressed firmly to the thick muscle of his shoulder.Â
âYouâre not gonna look at me now?â
You shake your head.Â
âMkay,â he hums. You gasp when his fingers slid into your hair, curling around the strands and yanking. He easily pulls you back to look at him, a gentle sting sizzling against your scalp. He tilts his chin up and presses a soft kiss to the corner of your eye. âSo pretty.â
Your stomach twists, butterflies knotting inside you. Jesus. Youâve never had a one night stand like this before.
You stare at him, your face aflame.Â
âNot gonna hide?â
âNoâŚâ you whisper. He easily retracts his hand from your hair.
âGood girl.â He snickers when your eyes bulge.Â
âJesus-â you shake your head at him, wiping your eyes with your finger tips. Before another word can leave your mouth, your phone rings somewhere in the room. Your spine immediately straightens. âThatâs mine-â You blurt looking over your shoulder past the bed.Â
You awkwardly climb out of Buckâs lap, dragging the sheets with you in search of your phone. You find it by the door, with your heels and purse.Â
You have three missed calls from Wanda.Â
âShitâŚâ You mutter, calling her back. It rings once before sheâs answering.Â
âY/n? Finally!â Wanda groans.
âHey, whatâs up? Are you okay?â
âAh- weâre locked out of the house, can you come by and let us in?â She awkwardly mutters.
âWhat? Both of you? Where did you sleep last night?â You frown.
âWe got a cab to Pietroâs, slept there. But we still canât find our keys.â
âHow did both of you lose your keys?â You groaned.
âNat put hers in my purse, and then I put mine in my purse, but I think I left my purse in the cab.â You could hear her cringing through the phone. âNatâs gotta get ready for work, so can you please come home and let us in?âÂ
You stiffen, glancing back at Bucky, who is shameless staring at you from the bed. âI uh- yeah, Iâll be right there. Gimme like-â you glanced at the time. â20-30, okay?â
âThank you so much- we owe you.â
âBig time,â you hiss, then hang up. You turn back to face Bucky, your fists white knuckled against the sheets. âI have to go.â
âI caught that,â he smiles, lazily rolling out of bed. Your face heats as you watch him find and tug on his boxers. You watch him shamelessly, your gaze traveling down the expanse of muscle beneath his skin.Â
He steps into your space, and only now did it really sink in how tall he is. Large hands cup your jaw, pulling you up to kiss him. You sigh against his tongue as he takes the lead, easily molding you beneath his hands.Â
You lean your weight into him, your body sagging against his.Â
He pulls back with a wet sound, his tongue darting out to lick over your lips.Â
âCan I see you again?â You blurt, your eyes fluttering open as he sighs against your skin.Â
He smirks, his nose nudging yours. âYou wanna see me again?â He teases, stretching it out.
You nod slowly.Â
He chuckles, then reaches to snag your phone. ââF course, sweetheart.â He muttered, already punching his number into your contacts.
You try not to look as light-headed as you feel. You try not to seem as excited as you are. âThanks,â you mutter when he hands you your phone back. You see he sent himself a text from your number.Â
Pretty girl from the bar.
Weirdly enough, the fact that he put a period at the end of the text is what turned you on.
You watch as Bucky quietly searches for his pants. You stand there, wrapped in the sheet, wearing nothing but your fragile dignity. He doesnât pull his pants on when he finds them, and instead fishes out his wallet.Â
Your brows pinch together in confusion. But then he pulls out two twenties and holds them out for you. âCall a cab so itâll be here when youâre ready.â When you don't move, he smiles softly at you. He pulls your purse from the floor and sticks the money inside.Â
âIâm gonna get cleaned up in the bathroom, so you can get changed out here, okay?â He lifts a brow at you as he sets your purse back down.
You nod. âOkay.â You mutter, stunned by his caring actions.Â
He shakes his head at you with a chuckle as he gathers his clothes and enters the bathroom. The door closes with a soft click. You release a shocked breath.Â
You would have stood there longer, if you didnât remember that Natasha and Wanda were shivering and waiting for you. You roll your eyes and start gathering your clothes.Â
When youâre finally dressed and pulling on your heels, Bucky emerges from the bathroom. Heâs holding a damp cloth, folding it up as he approaches you.Â
When you look up at him, he gently pinches your chin and starts wiping smeared mascara from your temples.Â
You swear you could have blacked out from arousal right then and there.
âDid you call a cab?â He asks, steadily stroking the warm cloth over your eyes. You nod. He smiles and wipes the remaining smudged makeup from your skin. âGood.â He tosses the rag onto the bed.Â
When you finally stand, he dips down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. You lean into it, your stomach twisting with images of the night before.Â
âGet home safe, sweetheart.â He brushes a soft kiss over your lips, then heâs gone.
You: Iâm still sore
Bucky: I bet. Did you get home safe?
You: Yup, safe and sound.Â
You: When can I see you again?
Bucky: Iâll be busy next week, but after that, when are you free?
You: Any day after that, Iâll make time :)
You: Iâll tell you my work schedule when I get it
Bucky: Canât wait. I was thinking of your pretty smile the whole way home.
You: That all?
Bucky: And a few other things.Â
You: Liiiiike
Bucky: Typing this shit out is a lot harder for someone my age, doll.
You: You act like youâre 60
Right as you send that message, another from him comes through.
Bucky: I was thinking about what you would look like with your mouth full.
Bucky: Iâm 40, Iâm getting up there.
You: I like where your head's at
You: I canât wait for next week to be over
Though until this morning, you wouldnât have meant that. Youâre actually really looking forward to the upcoming week.Â
To kick off the summer, your dad invited you and your friends to join him and your step-mother for a week on his new boat. It had been a long running tradition in your family to spend a week with your dad as the weather turned scorching.Â
He always looked forward to spending time with you, and now he had a shiny new investment to show off to you and his friends.
Free vacation on a boat? Who turns that down?
Natasha was giddily joining you, though Wanda wasnât gonna be able to make it. She already had a trip planned with her brother to go visit their parents back home. So you and Nat promised to take as many pictures as you could.Â
âAre you still texting him?â Nat glanced at you, momentarily taking her eyes off the road.
âMaybe,â you grin, tapping your thumbs against the screen.
âI should have left you behind.â She rolls her eyes. âYou better not spend all week drooling over your phone.â
âI wonât, I wonât. Iâm just having fun.â You snicker. âHeâs so cute with how he texts.â
Nat rolls her eyes. âDonât start.â
The air feels brisk on your skin, with each brush of the breeze. You can almost taste the salt. Laughter drifts from ahead.
Further down the dock, you see your dad handing his wife a crate of beer. She tucks it under her arm and steps onto the looming, luxurious Yacht. âDad!âÂ
He grins when he sees you, waving dramatically. âHey, hon,â He scoops you into a bear hug. âAnd Natty,â He yanks Nat into his arms. She chuckles, smiling to herself .
âHey Mr. L/n,â she pats his back and releases him.
âHow was the drive?â He lifts another pack of beer, handing it to his wife. The older woman waves hello and smacks a kiss to the top of your head.Â
âGood, Nat drove the whole way,â you bump her shoulder. âIâm just itching to go swimming- whenâs take off?â Your father lifts your bags onto the boat, leading the way to the cabins.
âWe were just waiting on you two, Iâll let the crew know weâre good to go while yaâll get settled.â You follow him through the bottom lower deck, into the first of the several lounge areas.
You whistle low, dragging your fingertips along expensive sofas. Nat hides her shock with slightly raised brows. Just past the kitchen is a spiral staircase that leads below deck.Â
Your room was larger than you thought itâd be. âGeezâŚâ You huff.
âI would have given yaâll one of the nicer rooms, but since youâre sharing, I thought youâd be fine with the two twins. âS that cool, hon?â Your dad slides your suitcases into the shiny, luxurious room.
âThereâs bigger rooms?â Nat gapes.Â
âIâll give you the grand tour after dinner, howâs that?â He grins. âBut first, you two get changed, I want you to meet everyone. Weâre having drinks on deck one. Bars on deck three. âYou girls need anything else?â
âNah, weâre fine- weâll meet you up top!â You pull your suitcase on your bed, yanking the zipper open.Â
You dad says his goodbyes and slips out of the room. Natasha immediately turns to you with a dropped jaw and widely gesturing hands.
âI mean- come on!â She flops back on her bed.Â
âRight?â You laugh, pulling out your bikini and shawl. âThe perks of the corporate ladder.â You sigh wistfully.
âMaybe we need to quit our jobs and go for the office life.â Natasha stretches with a groan.Â
âYou wouldnât last a day,â you toss your sunscreen at her.Â
âHey,â she catches the bottle and shoots up. âIâve got a good two weeks in me.â
You roll your eyes. âShut up, get dressed. I wanna indulge in the free bar.â
The yacht pulled off from the dock shortly after you boarded. You could feel the initial sway of the water as the mass steadily bobbed. After getting dressed, you and Nat made quick work of exploring the kitchen and luxury lounges.Â
On the second deck, you found a built in, fully stocked bar. A young man worked the bar, who you eagerly interrogated about the boat.Â
Apparently, there was a crew of 11 people, all who slept in the very bottom ship. There were three chefs, one bartender, and the rest worked on steering and maintaining the boat.
Two of the maintenance crew worked the diving deck, which was stocked with scuba gear and emergency watercrafts.
Natasha moves behind the bar to pick through the liquor while you continue interrogating the young man. You assume your father had just hired him, because he seemed eager and a little nervous.
âY/n, hon, câmere!â Your father shouts from the deck below.Â
You pull back from the built in bar, plucking a cherry from a small bowl. âIâll be right back,â you chuckle, leaving Nat to continue mixing your drinks.Â
You jog down to the lower deck where your father and his friends are talking over beer. You adjust your sunglasses as you step around the built in couch.Â
âI want you to meet everyone- whereâs Natty?â Your dad frowns, squinting up at the bar.Â
âSheâs getting our drinks, sheâll be-...â The words die on your tongue as one of the men by the railing turns back to look at your dad. Then you.Â
Cool blue eyes find yours.Â
You can see the moment recognition fries his brain. Furrowed brows shoot to his hairline, dark eyelashes flutter as he gapes at you.
âOh, hon, câmere,â Your dad shoves you forward. âThis is James, he lives a few houses down from me. Heâs my running buddy.â He grins ignorantly.
Your tongue feels weighted and dry as you stare up at the man. âHi.â
âJames, this is my daughter, Y/n. Sheâs here with her friend Natasha,â he points over your shoulder to the red head.
Buckyâs shocked expression shifts back into something resembling calm. âNice to meet you,â his lips twitch in a soft smile. You glance down at the large hand outstretched towards you.
You visibly shake your head, snapping yourself out of your daze.Â
âYeah, you too-â You loosely shake his hand. You try not to shiver when his callouses brush over your smooth skin.Â
Buckyâs lips curve into an amused smile.
âUh- James, you said?â You blurt, yanking your hand back.
âJames, but I go by Bucky.â Bucky straightens, his curious gaze sweeping over you. You stiffen, turning to your dad to avoid the obvious flush that begs to creep up your neck.Â
âI prefer James,â your dad shrugs, nudging the man.Â
âSoâŚâ you swallow, âyouâre the James my dadâs been training with?â You knew your father had a friend he worked out with. You knew he had help training for the marathon he ran last spring. But him?
Bucky nods slowly, his blue eyes piercing. âMhm.â
Your words fizzle out as you stare up at the man. The air feels thin and sharp around you. You feel the weight of your phone in your hand, memories of the texts you shared with him just that morning haunting you.
âAnd this is Bruce, we work together-â You dads voice cut through the moment as he pulls forward his other friend.
You swallow and take a step back, turning to the other older men introducing themselves to you. You nod along in a daze, not absorbing a single name or relationship.Â
âIâm- Iâll be right back, Iâm gonna grab Nat so you don't have to repeat all this later.â You awkwardly interrupt your dad.Â
Buckyâs gaze burns into the side of your face.
Your dad makes a face and nods, cracking open a beer. âMkay, be quick!â
Youâre already walking away, trying not to shiver under the weight of Bucky watching you. You can feel it. You hear the low rumble of his voice as he says something to your father.Â
Your ears start ringing. You nearly slam into Natasha on the way back up the stairs. âCome with me-â You blurt, dragging her with you.
âHey- donât make me spill, I just made these.â She hisses.
âI donât care-â You pull her into the cabin on the second story. You slam the sliding door shut, heaving a rough sigh. âHeâs here- and heâs friends with my dad.â You shiver, suspiciously glancing out the window at the deck.Â
You look for only a second, but itâs like he can feel you. Blue eyes snap up to the window as he takes a slow swig of beer. You choke down an undignified yelp.Â
âWho? What is happening right now?â Nat smack your arm.Â
âThe older guy from the other night- heâs here.â
Nat stares at you for a long moment, a disbelieving smile spreading across her red lips. âThe guy that screwed your brains out?â
You shiver and roll your eyes. âYes, Nat heâs here- oh my god and he knows my dad-â You huff.Â
âHeâs actually friends with your dad?â Nat snickers, taking a sip from her cocktail. âThatâs rich.â
âI was literally texting him on the drive here-â You take your drink from her. You gather youâll be needing a lot of those to get through this trip.Â
Nat peaks her head through the glass door. She glances back at you with a cheeky look. âMight wanna finish that, looks like heâs coming up.â
Your heart, once again, drops to your ass. You down the rest of your drink, then the rest of Nat's. âGet out, go, go-â You shoo her. She snickers to herself as she slips out. You hear her voice as she says a sly âExcuse me,â on the way down the stairs.Â
Oh god.
You barely have a second to collect yourself before heâs standing in front of you.Â
The door slides shut with a click.Â
Your gaze slides from the floor to his face, shamelessly taking him in. Heâs dressed in black swim trunks and a compression t-shirt, accentuating the dips of his muscles.
âHi,â you gulp.
âHi,â he tries to suppress the cheeky grin that fights its way onto his face. His sharp gaze trails over your bathing suit, to the cover up that covered nothing, to the tight grip you had on your glass.
âSo this is what was keeping you busy for the next week.â You supply helpfully.Â
âMhm,â he takes a careful step closer. You donât pull back. He slowly pulls the sunglasses from your face and sticks them in your hair. âYour dad, huh? Didnât see that coming.â He mutters, his fingers brushing a line down your cheek.
You glance out the tinted windows, down where Natasha was socializing with your dad. Nerves and paranoia curl into something painful as it flutters in your stomach.
âYeah,â you whisper, your breath hitching in your chest when his thumb drags over your lips.
âYouâre full of surprises,â he hums, tilting his head down at you. He curls his hand around your jaw, lifting your head fully to look at him. You swallow heavily. âSo,â he sighs, his breath ghosting your cheek, âWhat do you want to do?â
You try to hide the fact that youâre teetering on the edge of breathlessness. You try to seem unaffected. You blink stupidly. âWhat?â
His fingers twitch against your jaw, pressing softly into your cheeks. His smirk curls deeper. âWhat do you want to do?â He repeats.Â
âDo you want to pretend nothing happened?â His free hand tugs the empty glass from your fingers. He slips it on the table behind you. âWe can ignore the other night and play nice for your dad. Or,â His grip tightens slightly against your jaw, his smile deepening. His pretty crows feet curve against his skin. âOr we make good on our plans.â
âOur plans,â you pant, leaning into him subconsciously. âFor seeing each other again?â
âMhm,â he hums, his free hand skating down your naked waist. âI could show you a few of the things Iâve been thinkinâ about.â He drags his rough palm over your hip. He doesnât even seem to hesitate over his next words. âYou ever been fucked on a boat, sweetheart?â
You shiver, your eyes falling shut. You shake your head.
âWords,â he whispers, his nails pressing into your hip.Â
âNo,â you gasp, swallowing around your tongue. His firm grip on your jaw keeps you from hiding from him. âI haven't.â
âMm,â he nods in thought. âWanna try it?â
You nod without thought, blinking back up at him. Your body feels hot. You can feel your pulse in your toes. âYeah.â You pant.
He smirks, tugging you closer by the jaw. He presses a bruising kiss to your lips, his stubble scraping your face raw. His tongue drags slowly over yours, slow and claiming.
He hums appreciatively, guiding you gently with each slick slide of the kiss. Your wandering hands find his chest, your fingers curling into his tight black shirt.
He snickers into your mouth as you press closer, mocking your desperation.Â
A chorus of laughter drifts from outside, shocking you back into the moment. You yank back, he lets you go without a fight. You stumble into the table behind you with a wince. Bucky tilts his head at you, brown hair highlighted with grays falling into his eyes.Â
âCareful,â he glances at your hip. But your gaze is stuck on the way his tongue swipes over his slick lips. He leans back against the wall, his arms folded over his chest.
You suck in a shaky breath, steadying yourself. Why canât you catch your breath? âMy dad canât find out.â You blurt.
He chuckles. âGoes without saying, sweetheart.â
You nod to yourself, wiping a hand down your face. You wince internally, hoping your lips donât look too puffy. âOkay- okay, umâŚâ
Bucky sees your panic and sighs. He pushes off the wall, stepping back into your space. You curse yourself, still barely holding it together. He pushes thick locks of hair behind your ears, cupping your face. âIf you donât want him to find out, you have to relax,â he mutters.
You nod, your cheeks puffing from his hold.Â
He bites back a smile. He pecks your lips, gentler than you were expecting. âCâmon, go get a drink and socialize. Iâll find you later,â he whispers, pulling back with a light smile. âJust relax.â
âOkay,â you nod obediently, taking a deep breath.Â
He chuckles and releases you. âYouâre cute,â he shakes his head, then slips out the glass doors. Youâre left alone, struggling to breathe.
When you rejoin the party, Natâs telling a story, and has every last one of the men wrapped around her finger. You slide up beside her, dropping onto the heated leather of the couch.Â
The sun hangs high in the cloudless sky, beating down on your skin. Youâre sweating. But you canât tell if it's from the literal heat, or from the way you keep glancing back at Bucky- only to find him already looking at you.
He sips slowly on his beer, his palms growing slick against the perspiration. You spot the pink of his tongue as it swipes over the rim.
You snap your gaze back to the center, to where your father is boasting about fishing stories.Â
âIâve been trying to get my girl to come with me, but she just hates her old man,â he huffs, gesturing to you.
âDad, fishing isnât exactly up my alley.â You shake your head at him.Â
âYou go hiking with your mother all the time,â he pouts.Â
âBecause hiking doesnât include fish guts, and sitting in silence. Take one of them fishing!â You snicker, tossing your hand at his group of friends.Â
âJames said heâd fish with me once we park her,â your dad pats the metal backing of the couch.
Your gaze flickers to the mentioned man, who peaked up once hearing his name. âYou fish, James?â You watched him over the rim of your glass, sipping on your cocktail.
His lip twitches in amusement. âMm, not much.â He mutters, shrugging his shoulders lightly. âBut Iâll give it a try, since youâre slackinâ on your old man.â
You shake your head, taking a cherry stem between your teeth. âPlease tell me you wonât be gutting fish out here,â you turn to your dad.
âWe canât eat it if we donât prepare it, hon,â Your dad chuckled, setting a hand on his belly.
âThe stink of fish guts is exactly what this vacation needs,â your step-mother, Claire, grimaces as she walks up with a bowl of chopped fruit. âIâm with Y/n. If youâre fishing out here, youâre throwing it back.âÂ
You grin, taking the bowl from the woman. âThank you very much, Claire.â
âWill you give it a try then?â Buckyâs voice makes you freeze, a thick chunk of watermelon stuffed into your cheek. âWithout the stink and death, might as well.â
You chew slowly, your stomach turning as you lock eyes with the man. âI think you can handle it on your own.â You pass the bowl of fruit to Nat. âIâll sit in the hot tub and watch.â
âWatchinâs no fun.â He sips on his beer. Under the bright rays of sunlight, you can see the speckled gray of his hair a little clearer.Â
âIâll make do.â You shrug, crossing your legs. You donât miss the way his gaze flickers to the movement. Your stomach twists with something hot.
âIâll go fishing with you guys,â Bruce, one of your dads other friends, awkwardly chimes in. You could almost laugh at the innocent shift.Â
âIâll go with Y/n and sit back. Iâm not one for fishing.â Everett, another friend, makes a sarcastic face before swigging from his beer.Â
Natasha sets the bowl of fruit on the couch and tugs you up by the arm. âIâm done with fish talk, come sit with me while I tan.âÂ
You throw one last look over your shoulder as she drags you off. Blue eyes follow you with each step. You snap your gaze forward, your stomach twisting. âJesus,â you whisper.
âYou two are real subtle, babe.â Nat chuckles, dragging you down onto two soft beach chairs. You scoot your chair closer and cross your arms over your eyes.Â
âHeâs so hot,â you groan.
âSay it louder, for the crew to hear.â She snickers, laying back with a sigh.Â
You bite back a smile, stretching your limbs out to soak in the sun. If you put aside the twisting flurry of arousal and attraction burning in your gut, you felt relaxed.
Beyond relaxed. Out here, the air is crisp and fresh, smelling of salt and sunscreen. On the lower decks, if you leaned close enough over the railing, you could feel the cold water misting your face.Â
Youâve been excited for this trip for weeks now, feeling like summer has finally arrived.Â
All you wanted to do was swim in the ocean and lounge around with free snacks.
Now, you wanted the same things. Just add screwing the shit out of Bucky to that list, and itâd be perfect.
After you finally get your fill of the sun, you and Nat move down to soak in the hot tub. You have to turn down the temperature so you don't get heat stroke, but god those bubbles feel nice. You sink back into the water and stare up at the clear sky as Nat rambles quietly.
Natasha doesnât often allow herself to wind down. You were honestly still shocked you got her to join you.Â
The jets hum softly beneath you, easing your muscles as the salt-tinged breeze brushes your skin. The dayâs heat lingers, but the warm water cocoons you in comfort, making the transition into evening feel effortless.
Itâs quiet, but not silent. You hear the soft lapping of waves against the hull, the occasional distant call of seabirds, and maybe the gentle clink of ice in a nearby cocktail glass.
The sun slowly drifts towards the horizon, casting melted colors across the water. Light reflects off the waves, rocking and swaying with each brush of the wind.Â
The drive over took you girls longer than you thought it would, so by the time you set out, it was the late afternoon. With only a few hours on the water, dinner time was already around the corner.
âGirls, start drying off, weâre heading in for dinner,â your father shouts up at you from the lower deck.Â
Nat rises from the water, playfully splashing you on her way out. âYou coming?â
âMhm, in a minute, Iâll meet you inside.â You hum, your eyes sliding closed.Â
âMkay,â Nat wraps the towel around herself and leaves you to yourself. You can hear your fathers loud, boisterous laughter from inside. You assume heâs getting giddy over dinner.Â
You sink deeper into the water, the warmth beckoning you in as the air grows chillier.Â
âYou planning on skipping dinner?â You jump, water splashing over the edge as you look back. Bucky smiles at you from the steps, that cheeky look on his lips.Â
âNo, just didnât wanna get out yet.â
âMm,â he hums, tilting his chin up to glance at the temperature gauge.Â
âAre you not heading in?â You swallow, feeling bare beneath his gaze.
He shrugs. âTheyâre gonna bring the food outside, to the lounge.â He nods his head to the lower deck. He snags your towel from the nearby chairs and holds it out for you. âC'mon.â
You lift a brow at him. âBossing me around now?â You huff, but obediently climb out of the water.Â
Bucky watches the droplets slide down the valley between your breasts. ââMhm,â he hums, a soft sigh leaving his chest when the towel wraps fully around you. âYouâre good at listeninâ.â
You swallow, your throat feeling dry. âAm I?â
âWeâll find out.â He smirks, gently pushing wet hair from your face. You shiver beneath his touch.Â
You glance around you, paranoia mixing with arousal. âSomeone could seeâŚâ You whisper.Â
His smile twists deeper. His palm curls around your nape. Your knees feel like jelly. âI know,â he mutters, slowly guiding you indoors. You pant softly, feeling breathless as he maneuvers you with a possessive grip.Â
You follow him into the small sitting area, nothing up there but the bathrooms and a few sofas. A spiral staircase stood between the two restroom doors.Â
âWhere are we going?â You waver, your breath hitching when his thumb strokes your neck.Â
âRight here,â he pushes you out of view of the windows, pressing you to the wall. Your head knocks back against the firm wall, your gaze a little spacey. Buckyâs warm fingers slip beneath your towel, tugging until it falls to the floor. You gasp, your stomach clenching.
He smiles to himself, pleased with how reactive you are. His knuckles trail between your breasts, then brush over your stomach. âWhat roomâs yours?âÂ
âHuh?â You blink, staring up at him.Â
He chuckles, meeting your gaze. âWhat roomâs yours?â He tilts his head, his knuckles brushing the hem of your bathing suit bottoms.
âItâs- Itâs the fourth one down, to the left,â you pant. âIâm sharing with Nat.â
He nods slowly, his fingers sliding beneath the ties of your bottoms. You hold your breath. âMkay,â he mutters, pulling back and releasing the band with a snap. You flinch, your stomach flipping. He snickers at you.
A heat rises up your neck, embarrassed and too flustered to care.
âMy room is the first one to the right, when you go down the main steps.â He whispers, the hand on your neck gently massaging your muscles. Your lashes flutter. He leans down, trailing his lips over your throat.Â
âCareful,â you swallow, ânot to rub off my foundationâŚâ
âHm?â He mutters, pressing a soft kiss to the hinge of your jaw.
âIâm- Iâm wearing makeup on my neck.â He pulls back enough to look at you, his brow quirked. âYou left a few marks the other night. I had to cover them up.â
The sly grin that spreads across his face is less than subtle. His thumb presses firmly to your neck, where he still holds your nape. âMight wanna go easy on swimming.â
âWaterproof,â you smirk.
âGotta love science,â he dips back down to press a lingering kiss to your jaw. âWhere?â
Your shaky hand slides between you. You tap the curve of your shoulder. âHere,â you tilt your head back. âHere,â you brush the apple of your throat. âHere,â you trail your fingertips to several places along your collarbones.
His warm breath tickles your throat as he chuckles, finding great amusement in marking you up. âDonât want daddy to see,â he pulls back, releasing his grip on your nape.Â
You roll your eyes, arching into his touch as his fingers press into your side. âShut up.â
âDo you remember what I said?â
You frown. âWhat?â
âWhere's my room?â
âOh-â you smack your lips, smiling awkwardly. âNope.â
âFirst one to the right when you go down the main steps.â He repeats. âRepeat it back.â
You shiver under his authoritative tone. âFirst one to the right.âÂ
âWhat staircase?â He lifts a brow.Â
âMain one, the main stairs.â You swallow.Â
He gives you a pleased smile. âGood girl,â he whispers, leaning down to brush his lips over yours.Â
You lean into it, but heâs gone too soon. He steps back, leaving you cold and panting. You frown at him as he picks up your towel. âDinners starting. Donât wanna keep them waiting.âÂ
You wrap the towel around yourself and nod, wiping a hand down your flushed face. Before you can get another word out, Buckyâs already leaving the room.Â
You stare at him go, trying desperately to catch your breath.
You find yourself at Buckyâs door late into the night.Â
Dinner was lengthy, shared over drinks and laughter, and plans for the next day. After the meal was finished, everyone took their desserts- scoops of ice cream- to the deck to stare at the stars.Â
Out on the ocean the stars burned brighter. For the first time in your life, you could really count the constellations.Â
Your father and his friends poured over generous amounts of beer, listening to music and shouting with laughter.
You and Nat stayed to yourselves, watching and snickering at your dad as he got more and more drunk.Â
When the night finally came to an end, you felt more awake than ever. You spent the entire night dodging looks from Bucky- hoping to keep your composure.Â
And now, freshly showered and changed, you stood outside his door. Praying he wasnât asleep.
You knocked gently on the door, your knuckles thudding softly.Â
With little to no shame, you leaned in and listened for any signs of life. You waited, barely breathing, but heard nothing. You started to doubt yourself, when you finally caught the sound of the bathroom door clicking.
The door swung open in front of you, revealing Bucky, messily toweling his hair dry. Your gaze travels down his body, to the dark blue boxers being all that clothed him.
A large hand slips around your wrist, tugging you inside. âStandinâ in the hall isnât exactly secretive,â He chuckles, closing the door behind you.
âRight,â You whisper, peeking around him into his room. You blow out an impressed whistle. âDamn, my dad was serious about the rooms. We got the short end of the stick.âÂ
You step further into the room, to the full sized bed and spacious bathroom.
Plush cream carpet, smooth cherry wood accented walls, polished marble crowning, warm glowing lights. Three towering windows peaked out to the dark blue ocean. By the doors to the hall and bathroom sat a cushioned sofa, where Buckyâs suitcase lived.
Rough hands settle on your hips, a thumb slipping beneath your shirt. Your stomach tenses as stubble drags over the tender flesh behind your ear.Â
âMaybe donât mention your dad while youâre in here,â he chuckles throatily, the sound vibrating gently into your skull.
You nod shakily, leaning back into his firm chest. âRight,â you whisper.Â
His warmth sinks through the thin fabric of your top.
âDid you have fun tonight, baby?â He drags a soft kiss along the side of your neck.
âMhm, lots.â You sigh, tilting your head back for him.Â
âExcited for tomorrow?â He presses his lips beneath the curve of your jaw, inhaling deeply. You shiver, your lashes fluttering closed. âGonna go swimminâ?â
You nod, rolling your head back against his shoulder. He nuzzles his nose into your hair, smelling your conditioner. âYeah,â you swallow. âGonna go diving. What about you? âRe you gonna fish with you-know-who?â
He slaps your ass playfully, chuckling into your hair. âWatch it.â You press back into him with a sigh, a smile curling at your lips.
âOops.âÂ
His fingers slip beneath your shirt, his palm pressing into you as he brushes your stomach. âBring up you-know-who again and Imma fuckinâ gag you,â he huffs, dragging his finger tips along the hem of your bra.Â
You groan, pushing your hips back against him. âDonât tempt me.â
He shakes his head at you, pulling his hands from your shirt. He pushes you forward by the hips until youâre in the center of the room. You look back at him with a frown, swaying on your feet unsteadily.Â
Bucky sits down on the edge of the bed, his knees spread naturally. âLook at me,â he tilts his head at you.
You turn to face him, but before you can move any further, he shakes his head.Â
âI wanna see how good you listen,â he smirks, looking up at you through dark lashes.
You breath hitches in your chest, like your lungs are slowly being pressed down on by something stronger. Something big. âOkay,â you whisper.
He gives you a pleased look. He slides his hand down his thigh. Your gaze drops to his underwear. To the tent, steadily forming.
âEyes on me sweetheart,â He chuckles, making you jump. Your eyes snap back to his. âGet undressed.â
You shiver, nodding shakily as you yank your top off. You nearly trip over yourself as you tug your pants off, tossing them somewhere across the room. âThis too?â You breathlessly gesture at yourself, your underwear.
âMm-mm. Not yet.â He smiles. âCâmere,â he holds his hands out to you.Â
You step between his spread knees, your hands falling to his shoulders. His rough hands slide down your body, along the dip of your waist, over the curve of your ass. You arch into his touch, a flush rushes up your neck as you stare down at him.
He leans forward, holding your gaze as he presses a gentle kiss to your stomach. His palms curl around the backs of your thighs, his fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh. He tilts his head up, dragging a soft kiss along the swell of your breasts.Â
His hands slide back up, over your shoulders. He pushes the straps back. âNow?â You whisper into the quiet air between you.
He smirks, his stubble casting a dark shadow into his smile lines. He nods, watching with his lip between his teeth as you unlatch the clasp. You drop the flimsy material to the carpet.Â
A warm flush burns behind your skin as you inhale a shaky breath, standing before him bare.Â
âHm,â he hums softly, his large hands sliding up your stomach to gently palm your breasts. âSo pretty, baby.â He presses a soft kiss to your nipple, his thumb circling the other one.
You shiver, your fingers tangling in his hair. âYeah?â
âMhm,â he swipes his tongue over the soft point. His sharp stubble drags over the tender underside of your breast. âPrettiest.â
You sink your teeth into your tongue, forcing yourself to stay quiet. Something about the quiet way he nips at your chest makes you feel breathless. Embarrassed.Â
âBuckyâŚâ You pant, swallowing around your dry tongue.Â
âWant somethinâ, baby?â he smiles as he rolls your nipple between his teeth. âSpeak up.â
You tug gently on his hair. âI donât know what I wantâŚâÂ
He lifts his head, a smirk curled deeply on his face. âYeah,â he whispers, his hand cupping your jaw. His thumb brushes over your bottom lip, pulling at it gently. âBut you know what to do.â
You nod into his touch, sucking his thumb into your mouth. He makes a pleased sound. You slowly sink to your knees, your tongue swirling around the rough pad of his finger. He presses down on your tongue, watching the way your jaw drops.Â
He watches you, something dark in his eyes. Like he was seeing something you couldnât. ââS that feel good? Havinâ something in your mouth?â
You nod, your lashes fluttering as you lean into his large hand. âMhmâŚâ
His smirk twists into a dark grin, something pleased spreading across his face. He pulls his thumb from your mouth, then wipes it on your cheek. He pushes his fingers back into your hair. Your wet lips press together as your struggle for air. You blink up at him, something hot and slick pooling in your stomach.
âShow me you know how to be good.â He whispers, his nails scratching at your scalp.Â
You drop your head to his thigh, choking on an aroused gasp. God, you canât catch your breath. He chuckles at you, gently petting your hair.Â
âToo much, baby?â He hums, his lips press together as he coos down at you.
âNo- no,â you shake your head, swallowing around the lump in your throat.Â
âThen do as youâre told,â the command is firm, but his sweet tone softens the blow. You shiver and nod obediently, fluttering your eyes open from where your cheek is pressed to his thigh.Â
You pant softly, your hot breath ghosting over the aching tent in his boxers, inches from your face. You nuzzle forward, dragging your lips over his erection.Â
Bucky sighs above you, spurring you on.Â
You press a firm kiss to the shaft, his heat radiating through the fabric. You drag your tongue over the wet spot where the cloth stuck to the head. His fingers tighten in your hair.Â
âSuch a tease,â he chuckles, shaking your head with his firm fist in your hair.Â
âCan I?â You whisper, your voice muffled from where you nuzzle into his bulge.
ââF course, baby. Go ahead.â His thumb traces circles into your scalp.Â
Trembling hands slip under the waistband, tugging down until he lifts his hips. Your breath hitches when you free his aching erection, the length bobbing subtly, flushed a warm color.Â
You lean forward, sliding your tongue along the thick vein along the underside of his cock. Buckyâs abdomen visibly tenses. He huffs above you, but says nothing.Â
You press another soft kiss to his tip, precum staining your lips as you pull back. You glance up at him, cold blue eyes meeting yours. Your lips twitch into a cheeky smile as they wrap around the head.Â
His brows twitch together, his jaw clenching tight as he exhales a shuddering breath.Â
You suckle gently, your tongue swirling around the head before pressing into his slit. His lashes flutter as he forces himself to keep his eyes on you.
âI was right,â he whispers, using his grip on your hair to guide your head down further. âYou look good with your mouth full.â
You hum, hollowing your cheeks on the way down. Buckyâs eyes roll shut, his hips gently rocking into your face. Your throat spasms around him when he presses too far, but he doesnât seem to care.Â
You let your eyes fall closed, relaxing yourself as he guides you. You let him take what he wants. The dull ache in your jaw spreads, the tingle in your scalp burns as he yanks at the strands.Â
But you take it.Â
A moan falls from Buckyâs lips, the sound rough in his chest. He pants softly, rocking his hips up.Â
âTakinâ it so good, baby. Just like I knew you would.â He grunts, his stomach twitching as the muscles flutter. ââBet you take everything so well. So good for me.â
You moan around his cock, swallowing as he rolls his hips into your mouth. He chokes on a groan, his hips stuttering until heâs pressed to the back of your throat. Your throat spasms again, a wet sound falling from your lips as you struggle to breathe.
Bucky holds you there, his grip on your hair tugging gently as he forces you to kiss his pelvis.Â
He watches you with a satisfied smirk as you struggle, your eyes rolling shut. ââLook so cute like this,â he hums, tilting his head. âAll full and obedient.âÂ
You choke, your head instinctively pushing back against his hand. Your nails scrape down his inner thighs. You gag quietly, sucking in thin wisps of air around his cock. But you donât fight him.
Deep down you like it.
Deep down, you burn hot with shame as you press your thighs closer together.Â
Bucky finally pulls you back up, until only half his length rests against your tongue. You gasp greedily, your mouth falling open. You swallow around his tip, trying to gather yourself. Bucky rolls his hips, fucking his tongue over the slick expanse of your tongue.Â
You blink up at him, tears blurring your vision.Â
He grins down at you, his tongue swiping over the points of his teeth.
You watch the muscles in his stomach flutter, twitching as he drags his cock over your tongue. You pant, holding your mouth open for him as he takes what he wants.
You slowly push a trembling hand between your thighs, your fingers pressing against the soaked center of your panties.Â
Bucky makes a displeased noise from above you, and then heâs yanking you off his cock, a sharp tingling spreading through your scalp. You hiss, your shoulders bunching up.
âSo greedy,â he whispers as he kicks your hand away from your thighs.Â
âPleaseâŚâ You choke, wiping your tear stains on your shoulder. âPlease.â
His expression easily morphs back to something pleased. Something dark. âYou wanna show me how good you are, donât you?â You nod eagerly. âThen wait to do as youâre told.â He whispers, nudging your knees apart with his foot.
âBucky-â you whine, your lashes fluttering shut as he rubs circles into your throbbing scalp.Â
âShh,â he whispers, pulling his hand from your hair. âCâmere.â He gently pats his thigh. You slowly climb into his lap and slide your arms around his shoulders. He strokes a warm hand down your naked back, following the curve. He pinches your chin gently, guiding you to look at him.Â
âSo pretty,â he mutters.
You huff quietly, leaning in to kiss him. He hums against your lips, stifling a chuckle as you take what you want. His fingers curl around your knees as he lifts you up, but you barely register it. You're too busy rutting your hips against his, sucking softly on his tongue.
He moans into your mouth, his hard cock pressed firmly between your bodies. Your stomach twists as the slick head nudges your stomach.Â
âBucky,â you whisper. âPlease just touch me-â
âI am touching you, baby.â He whispers, gently pressing you against the window. You huff quietly as the cold glass shocks your system. âJust relax, okay?â His palm slides down your thigh until he finds your panties. âIâll make you feel good.âÂ
You gasp as his fingers press over the soaked fabric sticking to your pussy. He slips his fingers beneath the thin waistband, his callouses rough against your sensitive skin.Â
âYeah?â You gasp, grinding into the heel of his palm as his thumb slides through your folds. âYouâre gonna-â you swallow around the choked sound that rises when Bucky pushes a finger inside your slick cunt. âYouâre gonna take good care of me?â
âMhm,â he hums, slipping another thick finger inside. âThatâs right. âCanât wait to fuck you to tears.â he whispers, curling his fingers against your fluttering walls.Â
You groan, your nails scraping down Buckyâs nape. âOh godâŚâ
âShh,â he kisses your cheekbone gently, nudging your head back against the window. âJust look outside, isnât the water pretty? Hm?â
Your lashes flutter as you press your hips against his, rolling against his aching erection. His fingers twitch inside you as he gasps, slick precum sticking to your stomach.Â
âI didnât say keep your mouth shut, I asked you a question,â he whispers, his stubble burning against your cheek. âIsnât the water pretty?â
You nod quickly, swallowing around the lump in your throat. âYes- sorry, yes.âÂ
He smiles against your jaw, his breath tickling against your flesh. âGood girl.â He pulls his slick hand from your panties and wraps his large fingers around his throbbing erection. You suck in a shaky breath as you look down between you, watching as Bucky pumps his cock.
His flushed tip peaks through his fist, his slit dribbling precum before he swipes his thumb over the head. He squeezes on the upstroke, soft groans tumbling from his lips.Â
You watch as Bucky yanks aside your panties, thumbing at your pretty pussy. You gulp, shifting against him as he nudges you with the head of his cock.Â
âGreedy little thing,â he chuckles, rolling his hips into yours. You choke on a whine as he slowly fills you, his thick length stretching you open.
At some point, your eyes flutter closed, your body humming with electricity as you slowly sink down on his cock. He groans into your neck, his hands gripping you close.Â
Something about the firm snap of his hips against yours, the mind numbing pleasure, the choked sounds Bucky makes, it all swirls together into a mess of ecstasy.Â
You lose yourself in the feeling, clinging to Bucky as he fucks you into the window. Outside, the world is silent, gentle waves rocking against the yacht. Outside that room, the world was oblivious to the degrading way Bucky fucked you.
Oblivious to the way you gave yourself over to him. To the humiliating way he whispered in your ear, quietly laughing at every embarrassing sound you made.Â
In the back of your mind you knew this was wrong. That this was dangerous. That if your father found out, you would drown in your own shame.Â
But you ignored that little voice in your head. Because you didnât care. You didnât care about the age gap, or the humiliation, or the danger. You didnât care because it just felt so fucking good to sink down on Buckyâs cock as he whispered filth in your ear.Â
It felt good to pathetically beg for him to take you harder.Â
It felt good to let go and sob as he fucked you so hard you saw stars.
Buckyâs rough hands slide over the curve of your ass, his fingers pressing bruises into the tender flesh of your thighs. Your sweaty back presses into the cold window, the chill like heaven on your skin.Â
Bucky rolls his hips into yours, each thrust knocking you up the wall. He chuckles into your throat as you whine, his teeth nipping at your jaw. ââS that feel good, baby?âÂ
You gasp, his cock punching something tender in your stomach. âFuck-â you whine. You knock your head back against the window, panting softly.Â
Bucky hooks his arms under the crooks of your knees, spreading you open for him to torment. ââYou like gettin fucked like a whore on daddyâs boat?â His tongue swipes over his lips. âHuh? âS it make you feel dirty?â
You choke on a sob, your eyes fluttering shut. âBucky-â you whine.Â
He chuckles, dragging his tongue along your throat. âHm? Tell me, sweetheart.â
You pant softly, sinking down on his cock. Bucky unloops a hand from your leg and slithers between you, his fingers pressing over your lower stomach. Your eyes roll back as Bucky groans into your hair. He slides his palm firmly over your lower stomach, feeling his own cock move inside you.
You roll your head back, your tear stained cheek pressed to the cold glass. Your lashes flutter against the fog your breath casts. Beyond the mind numbing pleasure, you registered the dark roll of the ocean, moonlight reflecting off the surface.Â
âYou still in there, sweetheart?â He snickers, chewing at your earlobe. You shudder, rolling your hips against his. âTry to focus, baby.â he whispers.
You roll your head back to look at him, your fingers curling in his dark hair. A flush rises up his neck, painting his skin a warm color. His lips part around muffled groans, his brows furrowed. Blue eyes watch you with intensity, almost too much.
You shudder in humiliation, gasping quietly as Bucky pets his fingers down your stomach, his thumb brushing over your clit. âYouâre so cute when youâre fucked stupid,â he grins lazily.
He swipes a stray overwhelmed tear from your cheek, then sucks it off his thumb.Â
You rock your hips into his, the coil in your stomach twisting tighter. Desperation flares in your chest as your second orgasm draws closer, just within reach.Â
âI-I canât-â you whimper, locking your ankles tighter around his waist.
Bucky coos, his heavy hand petting down the side of your face. âItâs okay baby, itâs okay.â He whispers. He peppers gentle kisses against your lips, his facial hair scratching your soft skin. âYouâre okay,â he slowly pumps his cock into your soaked cunt, each roll of his hips rendering himself breathless.
He pants into your mouth, his tongue pressing into yours.Â
âYouâre doinâ so good for me, sweetheart.â He whispers, palming your breast between you. You sob against his lips, pressing closer to him as you whine. He chuckles, dragging a soft kiss against the corner of your lips. âShh, gotta stay quiet. Donât want anyone to hear.â
You nod helplessly against him, squirming as he slows his thrusts. âIâll be quiet, Iâll be good- I promiseâŚâ you whisper.Â
âThatâs right,â he smiles, grinding his cock into your cunt. âBe a good girl for me and keep quiet. Wanna keep you all to myself, canât have daddy hear his little girl sobbing over my cock.â
You choke on a moan, your stomach clenching at his words. Your walls flutter around him, making his hips stutter. âJesus-â you gasp, rolling your head back into the window. âPlease just fuck me-â
He snickers, his arms curling back under your knees as he pulls you away from the window. âIâll take care of you, baby.â He carefully lays you back on his bed, then pushes your arms up over your head. âYou just need to be a good girl and take it.â
He snaps his hips forward, catching you off guard. You make a punched out noise as he presses your wrists into the blankets and fucks you into the mattress.Â
He licks over your lips as you pant, jaw slack. You press your heels into his lower back, pulling him closer.
âThatâs it, just take it.â
âGet your ass up, James, weâre going fishing!â The door rattled heavily under the beat of your fathers fist.
You startled awake, your eyes snapping open. Bucky flinched on top of you, his head snapping up from where he was nuzzled into your neck. You twitch, blinking groggily against the sunlight streaming through the window.Â
Buckyâs large hands skate down your naked body, his palm resting against your ass.Â
The door rattles again, your father knocking repeatedly. âWe're in the middle of the ocean, get off your ass!â
âIâm cominâ!â Bucky shouts, wiping a hand down his face. âLet me get up, asshole.â
Your father laughs heartily as he walks down the hall. Bucky drops his head back against your chest, his lips grazing your collar bone. He sighs, grumbling as he curls his arms back around your body. You grunt as he pulls you close, rolling almost on top of you.Â
You squirm, exhaustion settling deep in your bones. Your leg shifts where it's thrown over Buckyâs hip, your arms stretch over his shoulders.Â
Bucky yawns as he rubs his face against your shoulder, his stubble stinging your sensitive flesh. âGâmorningâŚâ
You swallow, your nails raking down his spine. âMorning, handsome.â
You feel him smile against your neck, a soft chuckle vibrating from his chest to yours. He pushes up, leaning over you with a lazy grin. He strokes your side, his fingers dancing over your breast to slide up your jaw. âArenât you pretty,â he hums, leaning down to peck your lips.Â
You tilt up into him, your lips dragging over his tenderly. A soft blush flushes your skin, staining you with your own embarrassment. When he pulls back you finally get a good look at him, with his messy bed head and soft blue eyes, crows feet curling at the corners as he smiles.Â
Words are lost on you for a moment.Â
A knock cuts through the silence again, thumping against the door. âIâm making breakfast, are you coming up? The girls are still asleep, so itâll just be us and the guys.â Your dad must be making his rounds, waking up his friends, since he circled back.Â
You flinch again, cringing quietly. Bucky bites back a smile as he pushes his fingers into your hair, raking back the tangled strands. You involuntarily lean into his hand, purring beneath his firm touch.Â
âIf youâre not getting up, Iâm waking up the girls and youâll be the only one left out.â Your father grumbles from the hall.
You flinch, your body going rigid. âHow am I getting out of here?â You whisper, dragging your nails down his chest.
Bucky winces, his fingers pressing into your nape. âJesus, man, Iâm coming- pull the stick outta your ass,â he shouts over his shoulder, leaning up a little further.
You shamelessly peak down between your bodies, ogling the muscles in his abdomen as they tense.
âAlright, alright, then Iâm going up. Wake up the girls when youâre done, okay?â
âFine,â Bucky responds, listening for footsteps. When he finally turns back, he catches you staring down at him. A sly smirk slips across his lips. âEyes are up here, doll.â
Your gaze snaps up to his, suppressing a smile with your teeth. âOops.â
He shakes his head at you with mock exasperation. He clicks his tongue at you. âNasty girl,â he snickers, diving down to sink his teeth into your shoulder. You giggle, choking on a gasp.Â
âHey- I donât want to bruise!â You squirm, stifling your laughter in his hair.Â
He soothes over the bite with his tongue, licking gently over his teeth marks. âYouâre already painting half your body with makeup, what's a few more?â
You tug at his hair. âIt makes my life a whole lot harder,â you laugh.
He rolls his eyes playfully, leaning back over you. âFine, but you should have reminded me last night,â he hums, kissing over your purpling hickeys. âI count two more, today.â
You groan, twisting beneath Bucky. âJesus- my neck is off limits now.â You huff, covering your face with your hands.Â
âMm-mm,â he shakes his head. âNope, not happening. I like that part.â
You roll your eyes, grinning to yourself. âShut up-â
He snickers, shifting between your legs. The sheets fall by your feet as he sits back on his ankles, your thighs spread over his. You shudder, instinctively reaching to cover yourself. Bucky catches your squirming hands, his hand wrapping around your wrists.Â
âAh-ah,â he grins, sliding a palm down your thigh, over your hip bone. âI like lookinâ at you.â He holds your wrists to your lower stomach. âI havenât gotten to do that enough.â He mutters, his gaze wandering over your exposed body.Â
âBucky-â you pant, your cheeks heated in embarrassment. âWe should- we have to go, my dadâs gonna come down to find us-âÂ
He smiles shamelessly at your subtly squirm. His palm strokes over the notch of your hip, over the dip of your waist, along the underside of your breast.Â
âShouldnât be mentioning him in here, remember?â He clicks his tongue in disapproval. âEspecially not when you're naked in my bed.â
You groan, tugging against the hold he has on your wrists. âYou brought him up like a thousand times last night-â
He snickers at you, leaning down to lick a kiss into your mouth. You groan, tilting your chin up into him. He smirks, finally releasing your wrists.Â
âAlright, fine.â He huffs, pulling back. You swallow a disappointed sigh as he rolls out of bed. You watch him as he finds his suitcase where it's propped on a small sofa. He digs through it until he finds his boxers.Â
You sigh as you watch them slide over the curve of his ass, shielding him from your prying gaze. He glances back at you, a grin curling at the corners of his lips.Â
âPerv,â he tugs out a shirt and tosses it to you.Â
You yank it over your head, shielding yourself. âYouâre one to talk.âÂ
You crawl out of bed, picking your clothes up piece by piece.Â
âThatâs for sure,â he mutters, staring at you ass as the shirt rides up when you bend.
You straighten quickly, tugging the hem down. âYouâre definitely the perv.â You chuckle, moving towards the door. âAn old perv.â
He smacks your ass as he follows you to the door, making you jump. âShut your mouth,â he huffs, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder. You lean back against him, swallowing a sigh.Â
He nips at your jaw, his fingers tickling your hip. You roll your head back against his shoulder. âI should goâŚâ
âMhm, you should.â He whispers, pecking a dark bruise along your neck.Â
You clench your teeth and pull out of his grip. âI should,â you blink through your haze. Without looking back, you creak open the door and peek down the hall. âItâs clear,â you whisper, turning back to him. âIâll see you at breakfast?â
He nods, stroking his knuckles down your cheek. âMhm, sounds good.â He leans down and kisses you. You sigh against his mouth, rocking on your heels. âIâll see you then, sweet girl.â He whispers against your lips.
You shiver, pulling back. âMhm,â you yank the door open and slip into the hall, breathless.
When you finally get back to your room, Natasha is there waiting- already in her bikini and lacy cover-up. When you turn to face her, wearing only Buckyâs shirt and a handful of bruises, she grins.
âYou better tell me every last fucking detail.â She drops her phone. âBut only after you shower and clean all of him off of you-â she waves a hand at you.Â
You choke on a laugh. âFor sure,â you drop your clothes. âAnd trust me-â you glance back at her, a hand on the bathroom doorknob. âThereâs a lot of him on me.â
She grimaces, shaking her head at you. âDisgusting, get in there.â
You snicker and shut yourself in the bathroom. You make quick work of your shower after catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror; hair knotted to all hell, neck littered in hickeys and love bites, lips swollen and flushed.
By the time you were clean and dressed in your bathing suit, Natasha was nearly asleep with boredom. And by the time you were finished telling her about your long, long, night of sexual escapades, you were starving.Â
âCan-â you spoke through laughter, âcan we please go to breakfast now?â
Nat sighs from where sheâs spread out on her bed. âFine- I can imagine you're fucking starved after all-â she gestures between your legs. âThat.â
âJesus,â you roll your eyes, grabbing your bag of sunblock and towels. âLet's go, once we eat we can go swimming.â You bounce your shoulders in excitement.
Natasha follows you into the hall, smacking your ass as you climb the stairs. âYou just wanna get out there so you can see him.â
âShut it, I donât want anyone to hear you,â you shove her with your bag. She shrugs as she leads you into the first level cabin.Â
âWhatever.â
The kitchen smells of bacon and toast when you both finally enter. You find your step-mother smacking a piece of bacon from your dads hand while they quietly bicker about his health.
âEat some eggs first- you know what the doctor said about your cholesterol.â She huffs, hands on her hips.
Your dad peaks over his wife's shoulder and spots you, relief flooding his expression. âHon, thank god, come here and let her fret over your health.â He gestures to your step-mom.
You roll your eyes and lean against the counter, plucking the bacon from your dads hand. âDonât think Iâm on your side,â you take a bite. âEat some fruit or something- did you chop the fruit?â You ask Claire. She nods, turning back to your dad. âSee, she even chopped you fruit.â You tsk.
Natasha busies herself with filling glasses with juice and iced coffee. âI donât think youâre gonna win this one, Mr. L/n.â
You snicker, grabbing your bag to follow Nat. âJust eat your breakfast, dad, then you can go fish, or whatever.â
You step out onto the deck, squinting as the first rays of sunlight hit your skin. The rest of the men stand by the steps leading into the ocean, leaning against the railing as they sip on their coffee.
You snag a large chunk of watermelon off the large table that stretches across the sundeck, littered with plates of food. You pop it in your mouth, humming as the juice spreads over your tongue.Â
Your wandering gaze flickers over to where Bucky leans over the railing to get a view of fish swimming past. You look away quickly as your dad steps outside, fishing gear in hand.Â
âCan you get my back?â Natasha shakes her sunscreen at you.Â
You swallow hard and snag the bottle from her hand. âTurn,â you flick the cap open.Â
As the sun climbs higher, you find yourself distracted by the beautiful open ocean.
You laugh over breakfast on the deck- fruit, pastries, and maybe something savory- then both you and Nat stretch out, feeling the warmth of the morning sun sink into your skin.Â
As the first sheen of sweat begins to stick to your skin, you drag Nat from her cushioned lounge chair. Your step-mother films you both as you dive off the stern, splashing into icy water. You release an undignified shriek when you pierce the surface, a chill zips down your spine.
Natasha curses, shivering as she rakes her hair back.
You laugh like kids, splashing and floating along the surface- only taking strides back to the stern when the waves pull you out.
The sea is refreshing, cradling you in its endless embrace. Around you, the yacht bobs gently, anchored on open water with no one else in sight. The water is unbelievably clear, glowing turquoise near the surface and fading to a deep sapphire below. Sunlight dances on the waves like scattered glass.
A soft breeze brushes your shoulders, the sun warms your face. Your laughter carries across the water, mixing with the sound of waves against the hull and a distant seagullâs cry.
When you get tired, you lounge on the floating mat tethered to the back of the boat, bobbing gently, talking about anything and everything.
You stare up at the blue, cloudless sky, Natasha's voice mixing with the sounds of waves, and gentle music floating from the deck speakers.
Above you, you hear your father shouting laughter with his friends.
You abandon Natasha on the float as you roll back into the water, finding your own blow up to aid you as you flutter your feet. Â
You glance up to find sharp blue eyes tracking you.
Bucky leans against the yacht railing, watching you with a smirk as he sips from his beer. You try not to writhe beneath his weighted gaze. Try to focus on swimming with your friend, enjoying the sun, and snacking on fruit.Â
But something about that smirk, those sharp blue eyes, the grays spotting his hair. God, he set you on fire.
Your dad was busy on the other side of the boat, patiently struggling with the fish. He decided to fish at a distance for safety reasons, of course, as you and Nat swam.
But you were more thankful because it gave you the ability to freely stare at Bucky.Â
Natasha floats, her chunky sunglasses protecting her eyes. âIf something tries to bite me, please stab it.â
âThanks for the reminder, Iâll just get my harpoon.â You chuckle, leaning over your float as you gently kick your legs.Â
âJust put your man on watch,â Nat slides her sunglasses up.
You flinch, sending a splash her way. She snickers quietly, steering her float further out. You glance back up to find Bucky still watching you, his head tilted slightly.Â
You can barely remember your original plans for this trip. Probably soaking in the sun, reading on the deck, and dancing to overly loud music before bed. But now, all you want to do is huddle up in Buckyâs room and drool on his cock.
You slowly swim over to the stern, only a few feet away from where Bucky stands. âGonna get in, or âre you just gonna stare?â
He takes a slow swig of his beer. âIâm feelinâ pretty good just staring.â
You bite back a grin. âCreep.â
He lifts a brow, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. âWatch it.â
âWhy? Whatcha gonna do?â You rest your head against the gently bobbing deck, salt water sticking to your skin.Â
Just as he opens his mouth to respond, your father shouts his name from across the boat. He sighs, shrugging. âJust keep guessing.â He mutters, pushing off the railing.
You huff in disappointment as you're figuratively blue balled by your dad.Â
âYouâre a dirty freak,â Natasha shouts from where sheâs floating.Â
You snicker, pushing off from the dock. âOh, I know.â
The sun has just dipped below the horizon, leaving behind a sky streaked with soft orange and pink. The ship is anchored in calm water, and warm lights glow along the deck. Dinner has just wrapped up- plates pushed aside, half-eaten desserts, and cocktails still in hand. The smell of grilled seafood and lemon lingers in the air.
âBullshit!â You slap your cards down on the table, groaning loudly. âThis game sucks.â
âYou need to learn to play poker, hun.â Your dad chuckles, peeking at his cards before picking at his plate.
âSorry I donât have thirty years of experience.â You huff, sitting back in your seat.Â
Bruce glances over Everettâs shoulder at his cards. âIâm with your kid, pick a new game.â He mutters, squinting at his little deck. Everett elbows the man in the side.
Bucky chuckles at the men as they bicker, his gaze shifting to yours over his cards.Â
âIâve been trying to teach you for years, hon. You never wanna come over for game nights,â your dad complains around his mouthful of food.Â
You roll your eyes. âBecause your game nights are game nights. I donât wanna sit there while you and your boys shout at the tv. Besides, Iâm usually working.â You laugh, picking a cherry from your cocktail.
âI thought restaurant schedules were flexible!â He crossed his arms.Â
You chuckled, sipping from your fruity drink as the gentle breeze rocked through the air. âThey are, but you still have to request your days off.â
âYouâre a server?â Buckyâs voice cuts through the lighthearted banter, making your stomach drop. He takes a long swig of beer, watching you over the bottle.
You swallow, a flush rising up your neck as you nod. âMhm, for two years. Nat and I work together.â
âDo you like it?â He tilts his head, his usually intense gaze softer now as he watches you.Â
You shrug, your gaze nervously darting away from his. âI do, kinda.âÂ
âI keep telling her to go back to school, but I think sheâs too scared.â Your dad butts in.
You flinch, your wide eyes snapping to your father. âDad, that is not true-â
âKinda is,â Natasha mutters from behind you, where sheâs picking through dinner in the kitchen.
âQuit eavesdropping and just join the conversation like a normal person, please.â You shout, avoiding Buckyâs gaze as he watches you.
âSo you never went to school, or you left school?â Bucky asks, resting his beer bottle against his inner thigh. You intentionally force yourself to not look at the delicious way he man-spreads.Â
âI dropped out-â you cringe, blinking up at him.Â
âShe panicked.â
âDad-â you groan.
âWhat? You did- you had a whole thing and dropped out. Itâs normal,â he shrugs.
You turn back to Bucky, his patient gaze making you flush. âI didnât have a whole thing, I just wasnât sure if I was going down the right path. Now can we stop talking about college? I left so I didnât have to think about it.â
Bucky smiles gently at the frown that curls at the corner of your lips. âItâs fine,â he chuckles. âThereâs nothing wrong with rethinking things.â
You glance back up at him through your lashes, chewing at your cheek. âYeah?â
He nods silently, tilting his head at you, like he wants to hear more.
âWell-â you swallow, âI like what Iâm doing now. So thatâs what matters.â
âHey,â your dad throws up his hands. âI never said that was a bad thing. I just think itâs never too late to go for a degree.âÂ
You roll your eyes at him, downing the rest of your drink. You couldnât say his insistence was wrong. He came from an experienced point of view- he spent years on his degree, then climbed the corporate ladder until he got where he was. And where he was, was on his own yacht.Â
It wasnât a bad deal.
It just wasnât for you.
âYour age is for exploring new things,â Bucky shrugs at you, sipping his drink.Â
You lift a subtle brow at him, your stomach turning. âOh yeah?â
âMhm,â he nods, smothering his smirk. âI tried all sorts of things when I was your age.â He rolls his neck, wincing when it pops.Â
Your dad groans, waving his hand at Bucky. âDonât encourage her- nothing you got up to is something I want her exploring.â
You have to press your lips to a thin line to keep yourself from laughing. Something vaguely smug flashes behind Buckyâs eyes. He tosses his hands up in defense.Â
You dad smacks a kiss to the top of your head, his arm looped around Claire's waist. âGoodnight, honey.â He sings, following his wife inside. You wave, watching them go.Â
Dinner and games led into drinks, which led to your dad singing on a table. And after an awful three songs, your step mother dragged him off to bed. Everyone retreated inside after that, as the sun sank below the earth, submerging the ocean in a chill.
But you stayed.Â
So, curled up on the sofa, you stare out at the sea. It's difficult to tell where the water ends and the sky begins, without the bright sun casting its rays.Â
But the cold moon illuminates the night with a silver glow, making the waves sparkle like stars.Â
The water is darker than you thought possible- inky, deep, and alive in its own way. Sometimes itâs perfectly still, like black glass. Other times it ripples with silver where the moonlight touches it. Fish darts just below the surface, like shadows scattering.
A gentle breeze rustles your hair, racing shivers down your spine as you pull your knees to your chest. You listen to the soft waves rock against the hull in a gentle rhythm. Like the sea was breathing, beating like a heart.
A thin blanket drops around your shoulders, making you jump. You look to the right to find Bucky rounding the couch, then plop down beside you.Â
âHey,â you pull the blanket around your body, shielding your skin from the chill.Â
âHi,â he smiles, propping his arm up behind you. You blink at him for a nervous moment, feeling at a loss for words every time youâre alone with him. He just sighs, his fingers brushing your cheek to tuck your hair behind your ear.Â
You gulp, hugging your knees tighter to your chest. You instinctively glance back to the cabin, where a single light glows in the kitchen. âSomeone could seeâŚâ You whisper.
âTheyâre all in bed. Natashaâs the only one roaming the kitchen,â he hums without tearing his gaze from your face.Â
âAre you sure?â You glance back up at him, your cheeks dusting a warm pink as his knuckle strokes your jaw.Â
âMhm, I had to help Claire tuck your dad in.â He chuckles softly.
You chew at your lip, nodding faintly. âAh.â
âNot ready to turn in yet?â he tilts his head at you.
You shrug, looking back out at the water. âNah, I wanted to look at the stars for a bit. My favorite part of being on a boat is seeing the sky at night.â
âOh yeah?â He tilts his head back to look up at the moon. âItâs pretty.â He mutters quietly.Â
You take a second to stare at his profile, quiet except for the gentle waves. âMhm.â
âI was lookinâ forward to this trip for the same reason.â He counts the brightest stars. âSure wasnât expecting you, though.â He glances at you with a smile.
You huff, looking away from him. âThatâs for sure.â You shook your head. âHow did you two even meet?â
âI met your dad when I was movinâ into the neighborhood,â he chuckles, his fingers playing with your hair. âHe came by and invited me for a barbeque.â You listened silently, shivering when he lightly scratched your scalp. âHe started tellinâ me how he wanted to get in shape, so I invited him to join me on my jogs before work. That was about three years ago, now.â
You roll your head to look at him, biting back a smirk. âSpeaking of work, my dad lives in a nice ass neighborhood. What do you do?â
âMechanical engineer,â he hums, his gaze tracing your features.
You gape at him, shaking your head lightly. âJesus, so you design machines, and stuff?â
âMechanical systems.â He nods. âTrains, mostly,â his thumb grazes your nape.Â
âDamn,â you whisper, self consciousness prickling at your skin.Â
âItâs nothinâ special.â He tilts his head at you. âTell me about you.â His blunt words make you shiver.
âYou heard earlier that Iâm a server,â you huff, looking out at the water. âThereâs not much else Iâm doingâŚâ
âI doubt that,â He makes a face, his lips slightly pouty. He leans in, pressing into your space. âTell me more,â he whispers, brushing his palm over your hair. âI wanna know.â
Your breath hitches in your chest. You glance back at the cabin in paranoia. âBucky-â He gently pushes you until you rest on your back, your knees bent.Â
Bucky leans over you, tenderly brushing the hair from your face. âWhat?â He whispers, pressing a kiss to your collarbone. âI only know one way to open you up.â He kisses between your breasts, his lips trailing over your bikini top to your stomach. âTell me more.â
You swallow, your legs making way for his body as he trails down to your hips. âI um-â You stammer, glancing down at him as he unties your bathing suit bottoms.Â
âTell me about college,â he tugs the last tie free, letting your bottoms fall open. You suck in a tight breath, your knees instinctively wanting to close. He nudges them open.
âI dropped out,â you gulp, dropping your head back against the cushions.
âWhy?â He presses a soft kiss to your core, his stubble making your shiver.Â
âI didnât know what was doing-â He spreads you open with two fingers. âI didnât even know if I liked what I was studying anymore-â you gasp when he licks a stripe from your cunt to your clit with the flat of his tongue. âAnd I was just sick of schoolâŚâ
âMhm,â he hums, stroking his tongue through your folds. âSo what do you want?â He mutters against you.
âI donât-â Your lashes flutter as he sucks gently on your clit. âI donât know-â you gasp. âI like serving, for nowâŚâ
âWhy do they think youâre scared?â Buckyâs voice is muffled as he kisses your soaked entrance.Â
âBecause I am- a littleâŚâ You try to roll your hips into him, but he keeps you pinned down. This is his game. âIâm scared Iâll choose the wrong path and itâll be too late. Or that Iâll realize down the line-â His tongue dips into your soaked cunt, fluttering slowly. You groan quietly. â-Realize down the line that I wanna do something else,â you continue breathlessly.
âMm,â he hums quietly. He releases your clit from his lips, pulling back with a slick pop. âThereâs no âtoo late,â sweetheart. You can always change your mind about things,â he looks up at you, watching your face as he strokes circles over your clit with his thumb. âUse this time to explore different jobs,â he kisses your inner thigh gently. âThen go back to school.â
You nod shakily. âYeah,â you pant. âYeah, thatâs what I was thinkingâŚmaybe Iâll just start with taking a few classesâŚâ
âThere you go,â he whispers, pressing a wet kiss to your pussy. You pant as he strokes his tongue through your folds, dipping inside your entrance, then humming against your clit.
Your hands find his hair, needily tugging at the strands as he continues his slow pace, and eager interrogation. You answer every small question about yourself, eyes closed and toes curled. You feel him smile against you, like a cheeky bastard.
When your thighs finally twitch around his head, from where he folded your legs over his shoulders, he slides his hand up to cover your mouth.Â
You cling to his arm, panting roughly against his palm as he silences you. Your orgasm washes over you silently, sparks flying behind your vision. Bucky guides you through it, sucking on your clit with gentle pressure.Â
When youâre finally too sensitive to continue, he presses a soft kiss to your cunt, then pulls back. Youâre left gasping for breath, staring at the sparkling sky.Â
Bucky chuckles to himself as he sits up, carefully tying your bottoms back up. He leans back against the couch, rolling his neck as he drags your legs to rest over his lap. You shiver when you hear the man lick his lips.
âThis is fucking crazyâŚâ You huff, a lazy grin on your lips.Â
âI know,â he chuckles, tracing slow lines along your knee.
You swallow around your heavy tongue. âThink itâs a bad idea?â
He shrugs, his thumb rubbing over an old scar on your thigh. âI donât really care.â
âMe neither...â You snicker.
From the moment you roll out of bed, the day starts bathed in warmth. It feels like summer as a child, unhurried, with excitement hanging around every corner.
Natasha left you at breakfast, reading on the bridge-deck with her headphones in. You didnât mind, though, since your dad made it clear he wanted to spend the day with you.
So as the sun climbs higher in the sky, your dad drags two paddle boards down from their mounts, and begs you to follow him into the water.Â
You launch from the stern with a splash of enthusiasm, your bodies slick with sunscreen as you straddle the boards. The boards glide easily over the surface, and soon itâs just the two of you, standing tall, paddles dipping rhythmically into the sea.
You paddle side by side, sometimes drifting apart, then regrouping. There's light conversation and long stretches of companionable silence- just the sound of the paddles in the water and the occasional seabird overhead.Â
At one point your dad loses balance and topples into the depths. He doesnât allow you to laugh for long, though, when he tips your board and forces you to fall in after him.
Later, you both take a break, lying flat on your boards, drifting under the sun, arms trailing in the cool water. You talk about old vacations, future plans, and share quiet thoughts that only seem to come out when the world slows down.
Eventually, you head back toward the yacht, feeling sun-warmed and a little tired in the best way. Bruce helps your dad load the boards back onto the ship while you go to find Nat for food.
Cold drinks and a light dinner wait on the deck- fresh fruit, grilled skewers, and icy bubbling drinks.
When you finally sink into a seat on the bridge deck, a towel hugging your body, your stomach is rolling with hunger. Loud voices chatter over one another as everyone joins the table.Â
You feel a warm tingle at the base of your spine when Bucky pulls out the seat beside you. Heâs distracted in bickering conversation with Bruce, throwing sarcastic remarks back and forth.
You canât even tell if he meant to sit beside you.Â
âHonestly, the best part of this trip is the food- our kitchen back home still smells like charcoal from the last time Y/n tried to cook.â Natasha snickers, loading up her plate.
âOkay-â You roll your eyes. âI burnt something one time and you wonât let it go.â
âI donât know, Iâm with Natty on this one,â your father grins, biting grilled shrimp from his skewer. âRemember when you torched Claire's new pans when you visited for thanksgiving last year?â
Your eyes bulge from your head. âThat wasnât even me!â You argue, looking at your stepmother. âAnd I apologized for that-â
Your words die on your tongue as Buckyâs deep laughter drifts beside you. The low timber of the sound makes your skin feel heated.Â
âSure it wasnât you, man?â Everett squints from the end of the table. âYou always find someone else to blame when your barbeques go awry.â
Your father scoffs dramatically. You tune out of the conversation as you watch Bucky take a long swig from his beer in your peripheral. Natasha watches you two with a smug look. You suck in a sharp breath, steadying yourself.Â
âIâm telling you, dadâs the one that ruined those pans.â You force a laugh, stifling a shiver as Bucky lowers his drink to the table, the back of his hand nudging yours.
âMaybe the both of you canât cook.â Bucky suggests, looking to Claire for evidence. She nods with a cheeky smile.
You barely hear it. Bucky presses his glass bottle against your knuckles. You swallow, your stomach turning as you slip your fingers around the glass. The perspiration feels slick against your palm.Â
You watch your father bicker with his friends as you carefully pull Buckyâs beer from his hand. You take a slow swig, your stomach turning at the absurdity of how dangerous this feels.
You swallow the cold liquid, your tongue swiping over the rim when you spill a drop. Buckyâs knee presses to yours beneath the table, the pressure steady and heavy.Â
Your free hand slips beneath the table to tug at his swim trunks, as a warning or plea, you donât know. He doesn't retract his knee. In fact, he presses closer, sitting up a little further in his seat to pick at some fruit.Â
âIf I canât cook, itâs because of dad.â You chime in finally, setting the beer back on the glossed table.
Bucky easily plays nonchalant, barely acknowledging your fingers' gentle trail along his thigh.Â
Your father rolls his eyes with a groan, waving his hand dismissively. âYeah, yeah.â
You chuckle, finally dragging food onto your plate. You withdraw your hand and let your towel drop behind you, salt still scenting your skin.Â
As dinner continues, the sun finally dips just below the horizon, casting a warm afterglow across the deck. Lanterns and soft string lights flicker to life above the dining table, and a gentle breeze carries the scent of the sea mixed with grilled herbs and citrus.
Everyoneâs gathered around the table on the aft deck- sun-kissed and slightly salty from the dayâs swimming and laughter.
As cool air settles over the ocean, your father suggests settling in for a movie in the lounge. A murmur of agreement spreads through the table, and soon everyoneâs rising. You take one last long sip from your fruity drink and stand.Â
âIâm gonna use the bathroom, but Iâll meet you in there,â you mutter to Nat, letting her take your towel as she heads inside.Â
The nearest bathroom is on the upper deck, so you jog upstairs and go about your business. After drying your hands, you barely crack the door open before someoneâs pushing inside.
âWhat-â You stumble back, your words fizzling to silence once Bucky clicks the door shut behind him. âOh-â you whisper, gasping quietly as his hands slide down your waist.
âHi, sweetheart,â he mutters, lifting you onto the polished counter. Your knees fall open on instinct as he steps into your space. Your head spins from his sudden actions. âDid ya have fun today?â He leans in, carefully pushing your wet hair back.
âUh-â You gasp, barely able to catch your breath as Bucky drags a soft kiss over your lips. You sigh into him, squirming beneath needy hands. âI did-â you roll your head back against the mirror, your fingers pressing into the firm muscle of his shoulders.Â
He smiles, dragging his knuckles down your waist. âMhm?â He drags you closer to the edge of the counter, pulling your body against his. You groan as Bucky presses his hips forward, the tent in his shorts dragging over your inner thigh.
âJesus-â You whine, submitting to the rough kiss he plants on your lips.Â
You barely saw him throughout the day, busy swimming and indulging in the open waters. You could barely catch your breath enough to ask what had gotten him so worked up.
You pant into Buckyâs mouth, sucking his tongue into yours. Your wandering hands slide down his stomach. You slip a hand into his trunks.Â
âFuck-â he groans, his forehead knocking to yours as you wrap your fingers around his erection.Â
âYeah?â You swallow, swiping a drop of precum from his flushed tip.Â
He rolls his hips into your hand, pressing bruising kisses to your lips. âCâmon,â he pants, urging you to continue.Â
You greedily fist his cock, squeezing on the upstroke, his slick head leaking against your palm. He moans against your lips, dragging you closer to the edge of the counter. You swallow his choked sounds as you stroke his throbbing length.Â
He huffs, dropping his head to your shoulder. âThatâs it,â he groans, his fists white knuckling the counter. âJust like that-â
âYeah?â You whisper, your warm breath fanning his flushed ear. You pull your hand out for a second, spit in your palm, then slip back into his pants. He sinks his teeth into your shoulder to muffle his aroused whine, his cock twitching as his abs flutter.Â
Your spit slicked palm slides back over his erection, your thumb digging gently into his slit.Â
âFuck-â he groans, his hips twitching into your fist. âWe donât have much time-âÂ
âI know,â you gasp, fisting the swollen head of his cock. âIâve got you, James.â You whisper, biting back a laugh when Bucky chokes.
âShit-â he presses his nails into your hip.
He lifts his head, moaning into your mouth as he smothers you in a kiss. You nip gently at his lip, stroking your tongue over his. He swallows a choked whine as you roll your thumb over his tip. You pump his cock in quick strokes, maintaining a steady pace as his length twitches.
His stomach clenches as the coil twists tight. He groans against your tongue as he spills over your knuckles, rutting his hips into your fist. You continue to slowly stroke his twitching cock, spreading his cum over the length.Â
He sighs in contentment, his lashes fluttering as you guide him into familiar overstimulation. He whines against your lips, his breath hitching as he rides the wave into pain.
You only release him when his hips instinctually twitch back.Â
You pull your hand from his pants, your searching gaze finding his. He blinks up at you, licking over his lips as he leans back enough to see you.Â
ââDid so good,â he whispers, dragging his knuckles down your cheek. You smile pleasantly, leaning back against the mirror.Â
âYeah?â You wipe your hand off on the embroidered towel hanging from the wall.Â
âMhm,â he pecks your jaw gently. He pulls back after a second of peppering kisses along your neck. You watch him yank the small towel down to clean himself up. âThank you,â he whispers against your lips, dropping a gentle kiss to them.
You shiver, arching into him needly. âNo problemâŚâ
He drops the hand towel into the trash by the toilet. His calloused fingers slide around your waist, his arms locking around your back. You stare up at him silently for a moment, your urgency dying as you settle in his hold.
âWhat got you so worked up?â You whisper, your cheeks dusting pink as he strokes your spine with practiced ease. As if this was normal. As if this was something he could get used to.
âYou look good walking away,â he mutters with a smirk.Â
You roll your eyes, dropping your head to his shoulder in embarrassment. âThere's no way weâre not getting caughtâŚâ
âNot with that attitude,â he chuckles, lifting you off the counter. He sets you back on the ground, slowly releasing you. You sigh, pulling back from him. With only a hint of shame, you turn your back to him and wash your hands again.
He watches you fondly in the mirror, though you donât notice, too busy trying to hide your face.Â
âYou go out first,â he tells you, nodding to the door.Â
You slip out of the bathroom and make your way unsteadily towards the lounge. Everyone seems to still be settling in when you get there, arguing over snacks and movie choices.Â
You sink onto a sofa beside Nat, curling beneath the blanket. Natasha stares holes into the side of your head, a sly smirk twitching at her lip.Â
âAre you serious?â She whispers into your hair.Â
You roll your lip between your teeth, watching as Bucky enters the room silently. He glances at you once before settling beside Bruce on the sofa parallel to yours.Â
âDonât.â You huff, embarrassed by your own depraved actions.
âJesus, youâre barely gonna be walking by the time we dock.â She whispers, nudging you roughly.
You whip your head to the side, wordlessly telling her to shut up. She snickers at you as the movie begins.
The next night you find yourself back at Buckyâs door.Â
After a long day of lazing in the sun, you feel bone tired and relaxed. But that didnât stop the itch beneath your skin, like a craving. You felt his eyes on you throughout the day, careful and watching. You felt the weight, the unspoken words.Â
You watched him from the sun deck, where you lounged with a sunscreen stained book, as he dived off the stern of the ship. You watched the muscles ripple in his back as he took long strokes.
You watched the water drip and collect in the dips of his muscles, streaking down his chest. You couldnât help but feel like a dirty voyeur. But every time he looked up and caught your gaze, you knew he thrived beneath your watchful eye.
So now you stand in the hall, knocking gently at his door.
And when he finally opens the door and pulls you inside, you know youâre in for it.
âFuck-â you sob, your spine arching off the bed as you writhe in overstimulation. You yank helplessly at dark locks of hair, your thighs twitching around Buckyâs head. âI canât- I canâtâŚâ You gasp, tears sliding down your cheeks.
You donât know how much time has passed. It doesnât matter. Youâre lost in him. Â
Bucky groans throatily between your legs, his tongue lazily stroking over your clit. His rough hands press gently over your lower stomach, his large arms locked around your thighs.Â
Your nails drag roughly over his scalp. Your feet kick helplessly over the man's shoulders. âPlease-â you tremble, your hips squirming against the sheets.
Bucky laughs at you, making you sob harder, as he sucks softly on your clit.Â
Your eyes roll back as he drags another torturous orgasm out of you. Your toes curl so tight your leg starts to cramp. You nearly choke as your lungs refuse to expand, too breathless, too lost. âBucky please-â
Bucky finally pulls back with a slick pop, his hot breath coasting over your sensitive core as he catches his breath. âKeep still, sweetheart.âÂ
You shudder, your eyes rolling open as you blink down at him. Your whole body tremors beneath his touch, goosebumps trailing over your skin. âBucky-â you pant, your fingers tight around locks of his hair.Â
He chuckles at your loss of words, his lips dragging carefully over your inner thigh. âYouâre doinâ such a good job, baby.â He whispers, his tongue soothing over old bitemarks.Â
You shake your head helplessly, letting it roll back against the pillows. âI canât take any moreâŚâ Your voice is raw and dry, rough from smothering your own moans for the past several hours.Â
âMm,â he hums, gently kissing your cunt. âI think you can.â
You sob, your thighs clenching in an attempt to close around his head. He pets a large hand over your stomach, the touch traveling down your hip and thigh.Â
His finger taps your hip, wordlessly telling you to look at him. You blink through tears, staring down at him. âDo you need to stop?â His warm blue eyes stare straight through you. ââF itâs too much, we can stop, doll.â
You groan throatily at his easy care, at the way he so sweetly takes care of you. You let his words sink in, but you already know your answer.Â
You shake your head.Â
âWords, sweetheart.â He whispers.
Your stomach flutters painfully. âIâm okay,â your voice cracks.
Bucky smiles up at you, his large palm stroking over your stomach in appreciation. âThatâs my girl,â he kisses your thigh.Â
You choke on an overwhelmed sob, your trembling hands tightening in his hair.Â
He taps your thigh slowly. âOpen,â his tone is soothing, but carries a commanding undertone. You slowly let your thighs loosen up from where they clench around his shoulders. âKeep your eyes on me, okay?â
You nod, shakily wiping tears from your cheek.Â
âWords, baby.â
âOkay,â you choke.
Bucky smirks and lowers his head once more, his tongue making slow work of circling your cunt, before dipping inside. You make a broken sound as your walls flutter around him, your stomach clenching pitifully.
Your vision blurs as you obediently watch him, tears slipping down your cheeks when he looks up to meet your gaze. He smirks against your pussy, his lips wrapping around your clit to gently suck.
Your spine arches as your body begs for reprieve, but you know thereâs no end in sight.Â
Buckyâs determined to drag you through orgasm after orgasm, his tongue dragging lazily through your sensitive folds.Â
He seems at home, happily indulging in you, listening to your broken sounds. He grinds his aching cock into the mattress, his hips rolling in slow circles as rolls his tongue over your cunt.
You lose yourself in the feeling, your heels dig into his back, his lips drag sloppy kisses over your core.Â
Youâve never felt this way before. So worshiped. So devoured. Youâve never felt so helpless to pleasure.
But Bucky makes you feel it. He guides you through it. He takes you apart, piece by piece, until there's nothing left. Nothing but your stuttering breath and trembling body.
And to your deep shock, he seems just as lost as you. His fingers press bruises into your skin as he clings to you. Rough, throaty sounds rumble in his chest, spilling out between slow licks. His stubble scrapes deliciously against your sensitive flesh, sharp and slick at the same time.Â
You watch him through blurry vision, your jaw loose as you whimper. You know you need to be quiet. You know you have to keep this secret. But you just canât.
Youâre aching, trembling, and so deeply overwhelmed.
Itâs the kind of sensitivity that hurts and throbs but you just canât stop.
Even when your body is screaming at you that you canât go on. You make room for it, because youâve never felt anything like this.Â
Youâve never felt so fucking alive.Â
As Bucky guides you through another quivering orgasm, you start to see stars spot your vision. Bucky finally pulls back with a slick smack of his lips- the sound makes tears slide down your cheeks. From humiliation or arousal, you donât know.Â
Bucky slowly climbs up your body, caging you in. You shudder when he leans down, dragging his tongue over your cheek to lick up your tears. You let him, your eyes rolling back as you sigh.
âYou did so well, sweet girl,â he whispers, peppering gentle kisses to the curve of your cheek bone. His strong hands stroke up your outer thighs in a comforting motion. âYou always take it so well for me, donât you?â
You whine, tilting your head up to kiss him. He smiled against your lips, pulling back just slightly.
âI asked you something,â he whispers.
You shiver and nod your head. âYeah- yesâŚâ your voice cracks, dry and rough.
He grins, finally capturing your lips in a messy kiss. You moan quietly, tasting yourself on his tongue.Â
Bucky presses his hips forward, his cock dragging over your slick center. You gasp, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. âIf youâre too tired, I can take care of myself,â he mutters, his knuckles tracing lines down your jaw.Â
You blink, dumbfounded. âThat was all foreplay?âÂ
Bucky snickers silently at the look on your face. âMhm,â he pecks a kiss to your drying tear streaks. âWhy donât you just lay back and watch? Hm? I donât wanna overwork you,â his pecks your jaw.
You shake your head stubbornly, your tongue swiping over your dry lips. He pulls back to look at you, brow raised. âI-I want to.â You pant, sucking in thin gasps. Your trembling legs slowly wrap around his waist, your ankles locking. âI wanna take care of you too.â
Bucky groans shamelessly, his head dropping to your shoulder. You stroke your nails down his spine, trying to gather yourself. You feel like jelly. You feel broken. You feel healed.Â
You feel so good, you could pass out.
Cold blue moonlight streams from the window, flickering against the black ocean. Bucky plants a soft kiss on your shoulder, and when he raises his head, the light makes his eyes shine silver.
âOkay,â he whispers, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. âJust lay back, baby,â his lips curl in a familiar smile. âIâll make you feel good.â
And he makes good on his promise.
He always does.Â
When he finally sinks into you, his hips pressed to yours, you struggle to breathe. You barely hold back overwhelmed tears as he gently grinds into you.Â
Bucky holds you close, almost intimately, as his arms wrap around you. He pins you in place, his hands petting you as he silently rolls his hips into yours.Â
You make a punch out little sound when his cock pulls out, then sinks back in. Bucky shushes you, cooing as he pets your hair.Â
After that, everything becomes fuzzy. Blurry. A mess of tears and choked off moans, and delicious pleasure.Â
The next morning, Bucky wakes first.Â
He curls deeper around your body, clinging to your warmth as the pesky sunlight blinds him. He sighs heavily into your shoulder, already feeling the ache from last night sinking into his bones.Â
He buries his face a little deeper in your hair, smelling the salt that lingers.Â
He canât help but smile to himself when you huff in your sleep.Â
Bucky eventually pulls back and rolls out of bed, stretching out his sore muscles. He tugs the sheets back over you, where youâre curled up in his bed.Â
When he checks the time, itâs nearly 11am.Â
He rakes his hair back and tugs something on. Heâs quiet as he gets ready, letting you sleep. When he steps into the hall, he can already smell breakfast.
Climbing up to the deck, barefoot and still a little groggy, heâs met with a breeze that smells of salt and coffee. The sky is wide and impossibly blue, the ocean calm, stretching out like a silk sheet all around him. Someoneâs already laid out breakfast on the table under the shade of the upper deck.Â
The food has lost its warmth by now, but he still builds up a hefty plate.Â
The coffee is strong and earthy, still steaming in its carafe, and someoneâs poured fresh orange juice into thick glasses beaded with condensation.
The others are lounging nearby, barefoot, sun-kissed, quiet in that contented, slow-morning kind of way. A few pages of a discarded book flutter in the breeze. The water laps gently at the hull.
âFinally, youâre up-â your father huffs as he approaches Bucky, his hands waving. âThe girls are still asleep,â he complains, âbut I want to go diving.â
Bucky squints up at him, chuckling as he sips on his warm coffee. âBetter ask Everette. Iâm goinâ back to bed,â he mutters, already turning his back.
Your father groans at him, shaking his fist. âYou have the entire ocean around you, and youâre choosing to sleep.â
âMhm,â Bucky grins, already moving down the steps. âWhat can I say, these are nice beds.â He grins.
He listens to your father grumble behind him as he descends the stairs. He knows your dadâs a little right, that heâs wasting time indoors when he could be swimming.Â
But heâd rather go back to his room, where heâll find you bathed in the warmth of his sheets.Â
He slips back into the room, shutting the door with a soft click. He finds you still out cold, curled around a pillow, your hair scattered and knotted. He sets the plate of foot on the nightstand, then crouches at your bedside.Â
He tilts his head at you, his fingers carefully brushing locks of tangled hair from your face. Your brows pinch together as you huff, pressing your face into the pillow. He carefully strokes your cheek, his thumb tapping against your chin.
Your eyes twitch open, squinting up at him.
âMorning,â he whispers.Â
He watches the moment recognition sparks, the moment your cheeks dust a soft pink. âHey,â you swallow, your voice coming out rough.Â
âBrought breakfast,â he nods to the plate. âYou hungry?âÂ
You nod, the sheets ruffle against your cheek. Buckyâs lips twitch in a fond smile. He pulls his hand back and moves to sit on the edge of the bed. You roll back to make room for him, dragging the sheets with you.
You groan quietly, your body aching as you stretch. âFuckâŚâ
âSore?â He smirks, grabbing his coffee.Â
You roll your eyes, pushing up to sit. Your lower back twinges, making you shiver. âYouâre too smug,â you croak. Bucky holds his mug out to you, letting you take it. You take a slow sip, sighing as the warm liquid soothes its way down your throat.
Bucky shrugs, taking a dramatic bite of bacon. âMaybe.â
You chuckle, leaning closer to pick at the plate. âWhat time is it?â You pop a chunk of scrambled egg in your mouth.
Bucky glanced down at his phone. â11:27pm.â He reads. âYour friendâs still asleep, your dad thinks you're still passed out with her.â
You nod, stealing the bacon from his fingers. âSheâs probably up, just covering for me. My dad wonât try to go and wake me up if he thinks sheâs sleeping too.â
Bucky hums in understanding, tugging his mug of coffee from where it sat between your knees. âHow sweet,â he smiles.
You lower your head, hiding your blush as you chew a square of fruit. âMhm.â
Bucky watches you with a tilted head, aware of the effect he has on you. âDo you feel okay? Anything hurt?â His kind blue eyes trail down your body, still mostly hidden by the sheet.
âIâm fine,â you shake your head. âSore, definitely, but fine.â You huff, rolling your shoulders. âThe good kind of sore.â
He smiles, his crows feet curling at the corners of his eyes. âMkay,â he mutters, reaching out to tuck your knotted hair behind your ear.Â
You gulp, your gaze flickering back down to the plate. Oddly enough, the sex is what comes easy to you. All the parts in between, the care, the conversations, the sweet way he handles you, that's what makes you nervous. What catches you off guard.
You still have no idea what you're doing.
âIs my dad expecting you- I donât want him to-â
âItâs fine, I told him I was going back to bed.â He cuts you off, easily shrugging. He pushes the coffee back into your hand as he lifts off the bed. âWe have time.â
You watch him move over to his pile of clothes on the small sofa. He pulls out a black shirt and tosses it to the mattress. He turns his back, as if wordlessly telling you to put it on. You obey, your stomach twisting in knots as you tug it over your head. When you pop your head through, you find your panties dangling from Buckyâs fingers.
Your face heats as you snatch them quickly. He snickers, his head still turned.Â
âSo youâre making excuses to spend more time with me?â You attempt to tease him.Â
âMhm,â Bucky turns back to face you, flopping onto the bed once youâre dressed. âAbsolutely.â
âYouâre trying to kill me, arenât you?â You groan, wrapping your arms around your body. âI donât think my body can take any more.â
He grins, the grays in his facial hair shadowed by his smile lines. âDonât worry, sweetheart, Iâll leave you be.â He picks a chunk of watermelon from the plate. âFor now.â
You use the mug of coffee to hide your blushing grin. âI think Iâve gotten laid more in this past week than I have in my entire life.â
Bucky laughs, wiping a hand down his face. âJesus,â he groans, his free hand dropping to your bare ankle. âIâll take that as a good thing.â
âOh, for sure.â You lift a brow at him. âNot to feed your ego, or anything, but I donât regret a thing.â
His cheeky grin softens slightly. âGood.â
You stare at him for a moment, your stomach fluttering with nervous butterflies. âSoâŚâ you clear your throat. âTwo more days until we dock.â You roll your cheek between your teeth. âWhat now?â
Bucky rolls his head to the side, his knuckles sweeping up and down your bare leg. âWell, we have options.â
âDo tell,â you sip at the coffee.Â
Bucky rudely plucks the mug from your hand and sets it on the nightstand. You frown softly, your gaze finding his. He leans closer, looming into your space. âWe could keep seeing each other,â he whispers, his lips ghosting over yours in a gentle kiss.Â
You smile into it, a giddy feeling swirling in your veins.Â
He slowly pulls back, his fingertips tracing a slow line down your cheek. âOr we could go our separate ways.â He hums, bright blue eyes flickering to yours. âWhat do you want?â
You gulp, your fists curling in the large shirt you wore. âDo you want to keep seeing me?â
He smiles, sweet and warm. âOf course I do, doll.â His words make you want to slap your hands over your face and giggle like a schoolgirl.Â
âYeah?â
His lip rolls between his teeth, failing to suppress his smile. âMhm.â
âMe too,â you confess, subconsciously leaning forward.Â
âGood,â he cups your cheek in his large hand. He pulls you into him, capturing your lips in a soft, but possessive kiss. You sigh into him, allowing him to guide you with a hand on your neck.Â
He pulls back slowly, leaving only a few inches between you.Â
âWhen we get home, I wanna take you out.â He mutters, his calloused fingers dragging down your jaw. You shiver. âFor real.â
âReally?â You whisper, disbelief and nerves mixing together in your stomach.
âOh yeah,â he nods. ââWanna see you all dressed up. Take you to dinner.â He kisses your jaw. âFuck you in my bed,â his warm breath ghosts over your skin.Â
You swallow, your lashes fluttering shut. âOkayâŚâ
He smiles, pecking your lips. âOkay.â
So for the first time in your life, you found yourself wishing for vacation to be over.
A/N: Hi....ahaha...just utter filth. I hope you guys like it, I had a lot of fun writing this version of Bucky. I love older man Bucky. Anyways, requests are always open. Comment and let me know what you think!
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Blooming From Within
đź based on this ask.
Pairing: Congressman!Bucky x Fem!Reader
Summary: It wasnât planned, but it was never unloved. Buckyâs readyâand heâs never looked at you like this before.
Disclaimer: unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms (fatigue, fever, early ultrasounds), emotional softness, no smut, just pure fluff and devotion, baby fever, husband material Bucky, prenatal care
Word Count: 2.8k
You never asked him to pull out. Not once.
There was trustâsteady, intimate trustâand besides, youâd been taking your Depo shots religiously. Every appointment made, every three-month window counted down and scheduled on your phone. Bucky never questioned it. Neither did you. Youâd been careful. Responsible.
But your body had been whispering something different lately.
It started as a flickerâbarely a thought, just an off-feeling in your chest. The kind of gut instinct you couldnât shake even when you told yourself you were being paranoid. You werenât nauseous. You werenât even late yet. Your next cycle wasnât due for another few days. But the feeling was strong. Heavy. Familiar in a way that scared you.
You told yourself it was stress. You tried to brush it off.
Still, that same afternoonâwhile Bucky was stuck in a debrief with another congressional committeeâyou found yourself quietly slipping out to the pharmacy and buying a pregnancy test. Just one. Just to shut the feeling up. You didnât tell him.
You waited until he left again the next day, locked in his office for hours, drafting policy proposals and doing interviews you never had the patience to watch in full. You stayed in the bathroom, reading the testâs instructions over and over again. Your hands trembled a little as you peed on the stick and set your phone timer. Three minutes.
You werenât expecting anything. You told yourself that. But you exhaled so hard it almost hurt.
When the timer buzzed, your hand hovered. You picked the test up.
Two lines. One faint. But undeniably there.
You stared at it for longer than you meant to, pulse crawling up your throat.
Could be a false positive. Could be a fluke. The box did say early testing wasnât always accurate. So you tucked the test into the back of the bathroom drawer, locked your phone, and waited for your period to come.
It didnât.
â
The next evening, Bucky was humming low under his breath in the kitchen, layering lasagna sheets like some war heroâturnedâdomestic god. You told him youâd set the table. Instead, you went into the bathroom again.
This time you brought five different tests. Two of them were digital.
Your hands didnât shake as much this time, but your heart still did. You werenât even sure what you wanted the answer to be. You werenât planning for this. Youâd never even let yourself imagine it.
You waited on the cold tile floor, knees to your chest, staring at the row of tests on the counter.
Positive.
Pregnant.
Double lines.
Double lines.
Pregnant.
It was real. It was all real. And somehow you werenât surprised. Your body had known.
But you didnât tell him.
Not that night. Not the next day either.
You read somewhere that early pregnancies could be fragile, and maybe you needed timeâto adjust, to breathe, to even believe it yourself. You thought: twelve weeks. Thatâs when Iâll tell him. When Iâm sure everythingâs okay.
So you kept the secret. Quiet. Close.
It wasnât hard at first. You felt fine. No morning sickness. No major symptoms. Just⌠tired. A little lightheaded sometimes. But nothing dramatic.
Then one morning, you woke up shivering with fever, body aching like you were coming down with something nasty. It was the first time Bucky saw you that wayâslumped on the couch, bundled in a blanket, half-asleep with your forehead damp with sweat.
He panicked.
You never got sick. In your whole time together, youâd only ever had one cold, and you still powered through like a soldier. But now? You could barely keep your eyes open.
He made soup. Texted Sam. Cancelled his meetings for the next three days. Sat on the floor beside the couch, cradling your feet in his lap, running his metal hand over your skin to gauge your temperature. Youâd never seen him that still, that focused.
When you saw him reaching for the phone again, you reached for his hand.
âDonât,â you croaked softly. âIâm okay. Itâs just a fever. Probably something nasty going around.â
âYou never catch anything nasty,â he muttered, brows still furrowed.
You gave him a tired smile, voice hoarse but teasing. âThatâs because youâre the one whoâd shut down completely if you were the one in this blanket.â
He huffed a soft, reluctant laugh. But he still looked worried. He didnât call the doctorâbut only because you insisted.
Bucky took the next three days off entirely. No briefings. No dinners. He nursed you like it was the most natural thing in the world. Made warm broths. Pressed cool cloths to your forehead. Cooked whatever you wanted, even when your cravings barely made sense. He watched over you like you were breakable.
And somehow, he still didnât suspect.
Not once did he mention your period. Not once did he count the days.
By day four, the fever was easing. You could move again. Shower. Change clothes. Brave through small chores like folding laundry or wiping down the kitchen counter. You were still tiredâbone tiredâbut you masked it when Bucky was around. You smiled more. Sat up straighter. Made jokes just to ease the look in his eyes.
And when he was goneâwhen he left for Capitol meetings or early morning roundtablesâyou slept.
You slipped out once, too. Quiet and careful. While he was caught in back-to-back interviews, you went to the clinic alone and met a doctor. You wanted to know. Needed to hear it from someone else.
Five weeks pregnant, the doctor said.
You held your breath as the ultrasound wand moved across your stomach. There was nothing but a soft blur of shadows.
No heartbeat yet.
But the doctor smiled gently and told you not to worryâit was too early.
âCome back around week eight,â she said. âWeâll most likely see the heartbeat then.â
It didnât mean anything was wrong.
So you nodded. Took the list of supplements they offered. Bought the vitamins. And started taking them in secret, tucking them behind other bottles in the cabinet, swallowing them quietly when Bucky was too busy reading news reports to notice.
You hadnât told him yet.
But you were sure of it now.
Your body wasnât whispering anymore. It was hummingâquiet, steady, certain.
You were pregnant.
And someday soon, you were going to have to tell the man you loved that his whole world was about to change.
â
You didnât tell him right away.
You waited. Waited for something firmer, clearer. Something that said yes, this is real, not just a whisper in your body.
So three weeks after that first quiet visit, you went back to the clinic. Alone again. Your palms were cold, pressed between your thighs as you sat on the edge of the exam table. The nurse adjusted the wand and angled the screen toward you.
âThere,â she said softly. âRight there.â
A tiny rhythm blinked on the monitorâirregular, still faint, but undeniably alive.
A heartbeat.
You covered your mouth with both hands. You didnât cry, not quite, but your eyes went glassy with warmth. It wasnât fear this time. Not even nerves. Just⌠awe. A slow rush of something that felt bigger than joy.
You were a mom now. A tiny life was growing inside you, and it already had its own pulse. Its own tiny rhythm that matched nothing in this world but itself.
And suddenly the fear about telling Bucky didnât feel as heavy. You still didnât know exactly how, but you knew one thing for certain: heâd be a good dad. Maybe the best. Youâd seen it alreadyâin the way he took care of your fever like it might steal your breath. In the way he looked at you like the world never made sense until you existed.
You spent the next few days curating a box.
You tucked in both ultrasound scansâthe first one, and the newer one from your latest visit, where the baby looked more like a little lima bean than a blur. You carefully cleaned and dried the pregnancy tests, lined them up in order, like stepping stones leading to the truth. And in the corner of a baby blue velvet pouch, you placed one tiny pair of LEGO-sized shoes youâd found at a novelty store downtown. No laces. Just molded plastic. They made you laugh the second you saw them, and you figured Bucky would too. Humor was how you both survived the hard stuff.
You tied it up with twine and hid the box in your nightstand drawer. Waiting for the right moment.
â
That moment came quietly.
It was a weekend. The kind that moved slow, where the sunlight stretched across the sheets and neither of you had anywhere to be. He was spooned around you, your back to his chest, one arm slung across your middle, chin nestled in your hair.
âYou lookâŚâ he hummed, low and lazy, âkinda glowy lately. You know that?â
Your cheeks warmed. âGlowy?â
âYeah. Like youâve got this extra something. Little dash of beautifulness I canât quite figure out.â
You smiled against his forearm, heart thudding louder now. You turned in his hold until your cheek rested on his chest, hand splayed over his sternum. The rhythm of his heart was steady under your fingers.
âIâve got something for you,â you murmured.
That got his attention.
âYeah?â His brow ticked, lips curving at the corner. âWhat kind of something?â
âSit up,â you whispered, voice softer now. âAnd close your eyes.â
He didâwithout teasing, without hesitation. You could see him trying to guess by the way his jaw shifted slightly, but he kept his eyes shut, a little grin playing at his lips.
You reached for the drawer, fingers brushing the twine-wrapped box.
âOkay,â you said, voice just a little shaky. âYou can open them.â
Bucky opened his eyes.
And went still.
The grin slipped from his mouth, lips parting slowly. His eyes scanned the open box in his lapâthe scans, the tests, the tiny plastic shoesâand everything inside him shifted in that moment. His brows drew together. His mouth moved but no sound came out at first.
Thenâ
âWaitâŚâ
His voice cracked slightly, low and careful.
âYouâreâŚ?â
You nodded.
He blinked twice, still looking at the contents of the box like they might dissolve if he stared too hard. Then he looked up at you.
And you didnât expect itâhow fast he moved. One second he was sitting there, and the next his arms were around you, pulling you tight against him, burying his face in your neck like he couldnât hold himself together otherwise.
The first words he said were not about the baby.
âHow are you, baby? Howâs your body?â
You blinked against his shoulder, caught off guard.
âAre you okay? Have you been in pain? Was that feverâwas that because of this?â He leaned back just enough to cup your face, eyes flicking over every part of you like he was cataloging anything heâd missed. âHave you had morning sickness? You didnât say anything, youâJesus, sweetheart, are you okay?â
You laughed, breath catching a little at how serious he looked. âYouâre asking all the questions like youâre the one growing it.â
His thumb brushed your cheek. âIâm serious. Iâm trying to catch up.â
You kissed his jaw, smiling. âIâm okay, Buck. No morning sickness, no pain. The fever passed. Iâve been tired, thatâs all. And Iâve been taking my vitamins.â
He exhaled hard, like heâd been holding that breath for weeks. His eyes finally flicked back to the box.
You watched him, amused. âYouâre not curious about the baby, love?â
He blinked. âShit. I didnât even ask.â
You smiled gently, heart soft. âI know.â
He swallowed hard. âIâm just⌠Iâm so used to it being us. Youâre the only thing Iâve ever really had.â
You nodded. âI know.â
He looked down at your bellyânot showing yet, not even a hintâand placed his hand there. Just rested it, like he was trying to feel something through the skin.
âHow far along?â
âThirteen weeks yesterday.â
He looked up, eyes shining with something thick and quiet.
âAnd the babyâs okay?â
You nodded. âHealthy. Measuring right on track. I even heard the heartbeat last week. Itâs strong.â
He pulled you back into him again, holding you even tighter this time. His lips brushed your temple. Then your cheek. Then your jaw.
âYouâre gonna be the best mom,â he whispered, voice thick with awe. âGod. Iâm so fucking in love with you.â
And you just smiledâbecause at that moment, the world felt steady. Full.
You didnât know what would come next, but you knew youâd face it with him. With his hand on your belly, and yours over his heart.
Together.
â
Time slipped by like soft wind. Weeks passed in a rhythm that grew more familiar by the dayânaps in sunlit rooms, grocery lists that included pickles and strawberries, quiet Saturday mornings with Bucky curled around you like a human blanket. You were twenty-four weeks along now, and it felt real in every sense. Visible. Tangible.
Bucky had never missed a single checkupânot once. And today was no different. He was already in the waiting room with your hand held tight in his, thumb brushing little circles into your wrist like it was muscle memory. His eyes had this light in themâlike he couldnât wait to see his kid again.
Every time he heard the heartbeat, he got a little quiet. Youâd learned to read the change in his faceâhow his smile turned a bit softer, his eyes just a little glassier. He never said much in those moments, but his grip on your hand would tighten, and heâd kiss your temple like he couldnât help it.
He was attached. In love. With both of you.
Heâd even taught himself how to read ultrasound scansâseriously taught himself, like some people learn how to restore motorcycles. The last visit, before the tech even said a word, Bucky had leaned forward with this quiet little grin and whispered, âSheâs a girl, isnât she?â
The technician had paused. Blinking. Then turned to look at the screen again.
ââŚI didnât even say anything yet,â sheâd laughed. âHow did youâ?â
You chuckled, rubbing your belly, voice warm.
âHeâs just overjoyed. And very skilled at everything.â
Bucky blushed and ducked his head, but you saw the quiet pride on his face. And heâd earned itâhe really was learning. You found three pages of names tucked inside his notebook, all neatly written in his sharp, precise print. Girlsâ names this time. Ones he liked the sound of when said with your last name. Or his.
â
Despite how overwhelmed he sometimes looked when he stared at your growing belly like it still surprised him⌠Bucky never let the nerves get louder than the joy. And he never once forgot you in the process.
He treated you like you were royalty. Noâlike something holier than that.
He came home during lunch hours just to eat with you, even if it meant rushing back into meetings with food stains on his shirt. He brought flowers one evening. Plums the next. There was no patternâjust whatever reminded him of you. Your body started to ache in the evenings, so he massaged your hips, your calves, your shoulders, murmuring low praises as he worked out the knots.
He got serious when your OB mentioned blood sugar.
âIâve been reading about gestational diabetes,â he said one night, flipping through a folder of printed articles. âYouâve got me now, doll. That means no extra spoonfuls of honey. And youâre down to one coffee a day, max.â
You gave him a look. âAre you going to monitor my espresso shots?â
âYes,â he said flatly. âAnd Iâll replace them with kisses. More effective.â
Even weekends became little love letters. Heâd take you outâto museums, parks, bookstores, lakesides. Nothing too crowded. Nothing that would make you tired. He kept a blanket in the trunk of the car just in case you needed to lie down somewhere. Always thinking ahead. Always thinking of you.
It wasnât just something he started doing after you got pregnant. It was simply who he was. It was in his DNA. This quiet devotion. This way he loved you in every languageâwords, time, touch, gifts, acts. He spoke all five fluently. And with you, he was always fluent.
â
Sometimes, late at night, youâd lie awake and watch him sleep beside youâhis hand resting over your belly without even thinking, as if that was where it belonged. As if he already knew what it meant to protect someone too small to be seen.
You felt blessed. Not in the way people toss the word around lightly.
But truly, deeply, humblingly blessed.
To have him by your side.
And to be carrying his child.
You had never been more certain: this was the kind of love that stayed.
Heavy Hearts
Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader
Summary: an encounter in a quiet Manhattan cafe leads Bucky to an unexpected connection with a kind-hearted waitress. What begins with a moment of protection turns into a day of warmth , and something hopeful between two lonely hearts.
Word Count: 2.1k+
Warnings/Tags: fluffy sweet comfort fic , mentions of verbal harassment to reader from random man , protective bucky , foreign / non American reader , kissing , any grammar mistakes reflects readers struggle and still learning on speaking outside her native tongue , sweet baby alpine featured! just sweetness i have to really be picky with tags lol theres like nothing.
A/N: heyyy 3 of my fics reached 100+ notes (im not crying you are) i have lotsssss of drafts so brb as i finalized the editing and see you on the next one! enjoy bbys as always...
Bucky was never quite sure if walking helped or not. Sometimes it cleared his head. Other times, it just gave his thoughts a wider landscape to echo in. The city was home for him , sure, but it was also heavy.
That afternoon , after another long session with Dr. Raynor , he ended up wandering aimlessly through lower Manhattan. She had brought him up ignoring Sam's texts and invites to things , always finding a reason and a way to say no.
The sun was rising just right between the tall buildings , warm on his face despite the chill in the air, and the city buzzed around him , alive, indifferent , but always comforting.
He was passing a small ivy-covered cafĂŠ tucked into the corner of a cobbled side street when he heard a voice , sharp and irritated , slicing through the late afternoon peace.
âCâmon , honey , donât be like that. Just give me your number.â the voice growled with impure intention.
Bucky stopped , just out of sight behind a crooked iron railing covered in vines.Â
The tone was unmistakable. That low , not giving up ,pressure. A man standing too close. A womanâs silence was sharp enough to feel from ten feet away.
Bucky finally decided to step around the corner entering the cafe.
The guy who was harassing was tall , leaning over a meek looking waitress who clutched a tray against her chest like a shield.Â
She had wide, watery eyes and a stiff jaw , lips parted like she was trying to find the right words but couldnât quite get them out. On the line of deciding how to dismiss the man without provoking anger from him.
âShe said no,â Bucky said evenly , shoulders square and standing upright.
The man looked over , annoyed. âYeah? Why don't you mind your own business , pal.â
Bucky tilted his head, stepping closer, voice calm. âI make it my business when I see a man harassing a woman.â
The guy took one look at the way Bucky stoodâloose but ready , quiet but unwavering , and seemed to think better of it.Â
With a grumbled curse and one more look towards the waitress , he backed off, hitting Bucky's shoulder as he stalked down the sidewalk.
Bucky turned to the waitress. âYou okay?â His voice is low and sincere.
She nodded quickly , exhaling a shaky breath.Â
âThank you. I'm sorry..He⌠he would not stop.â
Bucky blinked , noticing it now. The soft roll of her Râs , the lilting vowels , the way she tilted her head when she spoke , like she was trying to find each word before it fled.
He softened. âThere's no need for you for be sorry , Where are you from?â
âRomania,â she said, her eyes still wary but grateful. âI move here six months ago.â
Bucky nodded slowly , something catching in his chest.
 âI lived in Romania for a little while. Long time ago , butâŚ.â
She blinked, surprised. âYou did?â
He offered a small smile. âYeah , I did-âÂ
He took a breath.Â
âWell that guy was a jerk. You deserve to be treated better.â
She looked down , shy, then back up seeing him begging to turn around and leaveÂ
âI finish soon. Fifteen minutes. Maybe⌠you stay? For coffee? Or⌠or lunch? As thank you.â She said stuttering , words coming out before she could think about the offer she was giving the near stranger.
He hesitated.
Then glanced toward the little library nook tucked in the back corner of the cafĂŠ , cozy chairs , dusty bookshelves , a tall window spilling golden light across the floor.
ââŚAlright,â he said quietly. âYeah. Iâll wait.â
She smiled and ran off behind the counter to continue her shift.
And her smile , it was the kind of smile that warmed more than just the air.
â
Fifteen minutes turned into twenty. But Bucky didnât mind.Â
He browsed the books , finger trailing along spines , most of the selection too modern for him to recognize as he sat in the deep blue armchair by the window.
When she returned , she was out of uniform , in a soft maroon sweater and jeans.Â
Hair pulled back in a loose ponytail , face flushed from the morning rush. She carried two cupsâone for each of them.
âIm sorry , I donât know your name,â she said as she sat beside him.
âBucky and thank you for the cup,â he replied , offering his hand , then taking the steaming drink.
She looked at it for a moment before slipping her smaller one into his. âNice to meet you , Buckyâ Her accent strong saying his name.Â
He smiled at his name being said from your mouth , he tried your name on his tongue. âThatâs a pretty nameâ
She beamed , cheeks pink. âYou say it good. Most people⌠not so.â
He grinned. âPerks of having been around a while, I know a good name when I hear one.â
She laughed softly and sipped her drink , glancing out the window before turning back to him. âI like here. New York. Big. Loud. But⌠beautiful.â
He nodded. âYeah , it can be a little loud but it's home..â
Her eyes twinkled. âYou show me? Some favorite place?â
âNow?â he asked eyes widening slightly.
âWhy not?â she asked , tilting her head.
And for once , Bucky didnât have a reason to say no.
â
They walked through the city as it began to glow with the slowly rising sunâshe was taking it all in.Â
Flower stalls spilling color and petals onto the sidewalks , fire escapes draped in ivy , kids playing on stoops , steam curling from sidewalk grates.
Bucky showed her the little park behind the church where the trees stayed green longer than anywhere else in the city.Â
The hotdog stand currently filling the streets with a delicious smell , ran by a younger gentleman named Marcus. The alley mural that changed with the seasons , painted by a retired art teacher named Luisâ
âYou know everyone,â she said with a grin , bumping her shoulder into his.
âJust the people worth knowing.â he said smiling down at her.
Eventually, she pointed to a pizza place across the street. âIâm hungry.â
âWell we can't have that now can we?â He teased reaching for her hand out of instinct as they made their way across the crosswalk.
They grabbed a slice each and sodasâhers topped with cherries , his an ice cold root beer as they sat on the patio outside.
When she pulled the cherry from her drink and popped it into her mouth , her smile turned mischievous.
âWanna see something cool?â
He raised a brow curiously.. âAlways.â
Tongue in cheek , her brows furrowed , concentrated. A moment later , she popped open her mouth barely to reveal a perfectly tied cherry stem between her lips..
Bucky blinked. âHow did you-?â
She giggled. âMy superpower , wanna try?â
He chuckled , leaning in close. âMind if I borrow it?â
Her brows lifted , playful as she shook her head leaning toward him , before he dipped forward and kissed herâquick , warm, stealing the cherry stem and leaving her laughing in surprise.
âYou thief,â she teased.
He shrugged. âNow watchâ he said smirking , beginning to try and tie the stem. He failed , making you laugh when he pouted.
â
You walked more after that , bellies fully now side by side , shoulders brushing.Â
There was no tension , the air between them light and full of things unsaid but felt. Every few steps , she glanced at him, like she was still making sure he was real and here.
They found a park bench and sat and she started telling a story, her words careful and chosen , something about her grandmother and the village where she grew up.Â
About how they had an orange cat who always sat in the windowsill , pawing at birds and purring like a tractor.
âMy grandmotherâshe keep her, ahâŚâ She paused, brow furrowed, searching. âHow you say⌠the animal? Meow?â she said shyly.
Bucky smiled, hand resting on the edge of the bench , fingers brushing across her shoulder. âDo you mean a cat?â
âYes! Cat! I forget the word.â She laughed at herself, cheeks flushing. âI speak English in head well but not in mouth.â
âYouâre doing great,â he said sincerely. âAnd youâre brave for trying.â
âBrave?â she echoed.
He nodded. âMost people wouldnât move to a new country and speak a whole new language every day. Thatâs very brave doll.â
She looked down at the sidewalk, then back up at him with something like pride. âYou are kind. I like your words.â
They sat in comfortable silence as an idea popped in her head , she grinned suddenly facing him.Â
âWould you like to learn something?â she asked shyly again.
âYou mean in Romanian?âÂ
She nodded and he copied the movement , agreeing.Â
âOk let me think , what was name you said just minute ago?â
âMe calling you Doll?â he asked shifting , facing her fully , but his hand stayed still on her shoulder.
âDoll is..pÄpuČÄâ
He tried to say it but fumbled a bit. But after trying again caught on quickly.
âVery goodâ she smiled brightly at his now perfect pronunciation.
âWellâŚYou know pÄpuČÄâ... He grinned a lopsided smirk using her native tongue making her giggle.
âI have a catâ he finished.
She stopped , blinking. âYou have cat?â
âMmhmm , would you.. do you want to meet her?â
And just like that , she was tugging gently on his sleeve and leading him up off the bench with the brightest eyes.
He took lead and guided them toward his building , a little more heart in every step.
â
Buckyâs apartment was quiet and softâthe kind of space that had been shaped by discipline but held with care.Â
Pale wood floors. A worn rug. Books stacked on desks. A record player humming quietly in the corner.
And a snow-white cat perched on the armrest of his couch , staring at them like sheâd been expecting the company.
âThatâs Alpine,â he said, toeing off his boots.
You crouched beside the couch , holding your hand out gently.Â
âHello, mazÄre dulceâ (sweet pea)
Alpine blinked , slow and careful , then pressed her head into your palm.
Bucky watched with awe. âShe usually doesnât warm up that fast.â
âAnimals know,â she said simply. âThey feel your⌠how do you saâŚâ
âEnergy?â he knew immediately by the gesture she was making with her free hand.
âDa. That.â (yes)
She stood again , turning in a slow circle to take in his apartment. Her eyes landed on the record collection stacked neatly in a corner . âThese all yours?â
âYeah. Old habits started collecting young and it just stuck.â
âYou play something for me?â she asked, smiling reaching her eyes with wonder sparkling in them.
He nodded , moving to the turntable and flipping through records. The warm scratch of vinyl filled the room as he dropped the needleâslow forties jazz winding its way into the quiet , like smoke curling in air.
She walked toward him , slow, fingertips brushing over spines of books and corners of furniture like she was memorizing it all.
âYou live alone?â she asked softly.
âYeah. Just me and Alpine.â
âMust be lonely , no?â
âSometimes,â he admitted.
She stood beside him now , close. âNot tonight.â
âNo,â he said, turning to face her. âBut , not tonight.â
They ended up tangled legs on the couch as they talked until the sky turned deep indigo.Â
They shared stories about places theyâd been. Foods she missed. Dreams she had.Â
He told her about the mountains in Wakanda that reminded him of the hills in Romania, about the bakery a block away that made the best croissants outside of Paris. She told him about wildflowers in the fields back home she would dance in as a fetiČÄ , and how she used to braid them into her grandmothers hair.
Eventually after a couple yawns and seeing the lights come to light in the city , she stood , glancing at the time on her phone.Â
âI should go. Itâs late.â
He grounded stretching as he moved with her to the door, Alpine trailing behind like a silent chaperone.
Outside , the city hummed in the distanceâsirens and laughter and tires on pavement. A cab waited at the corner , its headlights soft and waiting.
She turned to him , fingers curled around her bag strap.
He reached out , brushed a lock of hair from her cheek.Â
âCan I see you again?â
Her smile stretched, warm and bright. âYes i would like a lot.â
And then he kissed her againâgentle , quiet, like a promise. She kissed him back like she did at lunch , with a softness that made his ribs ache.
âBye, Bucky,â she whispered as she pulled back , voice barely a sound.
âBye, pÄpuČÄâ he murmured. (doll)
She smiled at the name and kissed him quickly on the corner of his mouth and walked toward the cab , looking back once , cheeks pink and eyes bright , like her heart was already racing toward the next time they are together..
Bucky stood at the edge of the street, watching her go.
And for the first time in a long time , the city and his mind didnât feel so heavy.
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Just me and my sketches during an artblock T_T
Some Thunderbolts Bucky Barnes and my marvel OC Alika actively escaping gunfire. Their missions together are always a âcontrolled messâ
Maybe I should draw more of these twoâŚ

