dahkness

“Morning my love” You whisper as his hands trace down your body. First, they squeeze your breasts, then your waist, and finally your thighs. His hands leave warm pools everywhere they touch. Bucky takes one of his fingers, tracing it up and down the inside of your thigh, teasing you. When suddenly one of his fingers slides into you, making your breath hitch.

“I wanna make sweet love to my wife this morning,” Bucky whispers, kissing along your jaw before adding a second finger, making you moan airily. Right before you can reply, the sounds of little footsteps flood both of your ears. Bucky acts quickly, removing his fingers from you and covering both of your bodies with the blanket.

“Daddy!” Your two little boys yell, jumping on the bed. You smile softly as you both look at them. “Daddy, get off of mommy. You said we could make pancakes before school,” Grant says, looking at Bucky expectantly.

“Yeah daddy you said they could make pancakes before school,” You say with a smirk looking at him as he glares at you. “You two need to get dressed and then you can go downstairs and start getting everything out. Me and daddy will meet you down there,” You say as they both nod and run out of the room, hopefully to get dressed for school.

“Cmon Daddy, you have pancakes to make,” You giggle kissing Bucky’s cheek as he continues to glare at you while rolling to the side. “And make sure you get off of Mommy,”.

Thursday:

Tonight was Bucky’s turn to put the boys to bed while you cleaned up from dinner. You hummed softly until you felt two strong arms around your middle,

“Hello James,” You say with a smile as you clean the last of the dishes

“Hi doll…the boys are tucked away in bed,” He says pressing a couple kisses to your neck.

“Uh huh,” You say with a smile already knowing where this is going.

“And I was thinking we could have some much deserved mommy and daddy time,” Bucky says making you laugh. You put the last of the dishes in the drying rack before drying your hands off with the towel on the counter. Then you turn around to look at Bucky.

“You were thinking of mommy and daddy time huh?” You ask wrapping your arms around Bucky’s neck, pulling him in close. Bucky smirks letting his hands fall to your hips and squeezing them.

“I’m always thinking of mommy and daddy time doll,” He says, making you smile before pressing his lips against yours. You allow yourself to relax in his arms, your hands getting lost in his hair as you deepen the kiss. Bucky picks you up with ease, resting you on the counter next to the sink. You wrap your legs around his waist, and right before you can slip your tongue between his lips, a little voice stops you.

“Mommy. My tummy hurts,” Drew says his voice small. He juts his bottle lip out as his big eyes look at you expectantly. You take a deep breath closing your eyes and tilting your head back

“Sleep in bed huh? Tucked away huh?” You ask Bucky with a raised brow. You are only teasing but he looks at you apologetically. You hop off the counter and pick Drew up “Let’s go help that tummy and you get to bed baby,”

Saturday:

It was a beautiful day out, so you and Bucky decided to take the boys to the park. While you were out, the two of you decided to treat the boys to pizza and ice cream. When you eventually got home, the boys were juiced up, running around, wanting to play, and outright refusing to settle down.

Much later than you liked, you finally got the boys settled and to bed. Stealthily, you slipped back into your bedroom with a smile, “Buck, the boys are actually down now and I was thinking of that mommy and daddy time you were talking about-” You started excited at the prospect of spending some much-needed quality time with Buck. But when you finally focused, you noticed Bucky was dead asleep on top of the bed, his mouth open. You sighed, shaking your head at him as you walked over, kissing the top of his head and proceeding to get ready for bed.

Monday:

Mondays after school, Bucky usually picked them to get them home and ready for practice. Tonight they had a soccer game, so right after work, you rushed to the fields to make it in time for the start. Afterwards, you desperately needed to go grocery shopping, having pushed it back long enough. Anytime you had to bring the boys to the grocery store, it became a hassle within itself. Before you could process it, dinner had come and gone, homework was done, the boys were bathed and in bed. You were completely spent, as you sat on the couch enjoying the rare peace and quiet. You took the time to close your eyes and tilt your head back, finally taking a minute to yourself.

“I think this will help,” Bucky’s voice cuts through the peaceful silence. You open your eyes slowly and see him walking towards you with a glass of wine.

“Oh wow, I could kiss you,” You muse, taking the glass from Bucky. He stays close to you expectantly, which makes you smile all while pressing a kiss to his lips. You take a big sip of wine while Bucky lies on the couch putting his head in your lap. Instinctively, you begin to play in his hair.

“I’m not even going to say the m word and d word and the t word” Bucky says grumpily making you laugh.

“Yeah, let’s maybe enjoy this time without uttering those words. They haven’t brought us any success,” You say as Bucky grumbles under you and you take one more sip of wine before putting it on the table. “My grumpy, grumpy super soldier,” You say teasingly as he looks up at you.

“Just wanted to spend some time with my lady, is all,” Bucky says, pressing a few kisses to your exposed skin and looking up at you.

“Uh, I got you! You said the t word,” You tease. “Perhaps, without jinxing it, I could find the energy to make up for the last couple of days… That is if my grumpy super soldier is feeling up to it,” You smirk as Bucky suddenly perks up.

“Are you being serious?” He asks, and you nod. “I’m not wasting one second of this!” Bucky states excitedly sitting up quickly to begin taking your clothes off. You giggle putting your hands on his chest to stop him.

“Buck, take me to the bedroom at least,” You whisper and in one swift motion you are in Bucky’s arms, his strides impossibly long trying to get to your room as quickly as possible. You smile crashing your lips against his not pulling away until he is laying you down on the bed. Hastily, he pulls his own shirt off and slides out of his pants. You can’t help but smile at his enthusiasm as you take your own shirt off. Before you can go any further Bucky is pushing you back down.

“I got the rest. Need you to relax for me baby” He says huskily into your neck, making your pussy throb. You whine at his words closing your eyes, and allowing yourself to get fully lost in the moment. Bucky kisses his way down your neck and to your breasts. With a practiced ease, he takes your bra off and throws it over his shoulder. After a couple minutes massaging your breasts, he is kissing down your tummy. He makes quick work of your pants and panties, placing your legs over his shoulders as he lays before your pussy. He takes a deep breath of you closing his eyes and moaning. You watch as his hips already begin to eagerly thrust against the bed, desperate for some sort of friction. The vulgar ness of the action, and the week of pent of frustration, has you a whimpering mess before him. He wraps his hands around your thighs giving them a squeeze before he is kissing your mound. “Going to show you how much I missed this pussy,” He says, looking at you, before diving in.

You feel yourself lurch forward as his tongue makes contact with your clit. “Holy shit Buck,” You moan your eyes rolling back. You dig your hands into his scalp as you eventually fall down onto your back again. You can feel Bucky smirking into your pussy, and he wastes no time, wrapping his pink lips against your clit. “So fucking good Buck” You moan your eyes closing. You begin to grind down onto his face, getting lost in the pleasure. Just when you think it could not get any better, you feel him slip a finger into you. Your back arches at the intrusion letting out a shaky moan.

“So fucking wet. I can tell how much your pussy missed me. She’s fucking squeezing my finger already. How you gonna take my cock if your pussy can’t even handle one of my fingers?” He asks rhetorically mocking you. You lock eyes with him as he slips another finger into you.

“Buck,” is all you manage to squeak out. You reach down for his wrist, not sure if you want him to stop, or keep going. Bucky reattaches his lips to your clit, using your tongue to paint figures against your clit. You begin to shake, your body desperately craving a reprieve. You attempt to move away from him, but it is futile, as Bucky pulls you back to him tighter and eats you even more passionately. He opens his blue eyes to meet yours and glare at you, curling his fingers in a way that drives you insane. Just brushing your g-spot and causing you to see stars. You gasp as your hands grip his strands so hard you are scared of hurting him, but you can’t stop.

“Bucky I’m so close. Please Buck,” You beg him, losing all sense of inhibition as you grind carelessly against his face. You can feel him smirk once again, if it was possible, he makes his tongue work faster against your clit. Sliding his fingers in and out of you with ease, he begins to suckle on your clit. That is your final straw as you collapse around Bucky. “Buck-,” is all you can manage before falling off the ledge. Your voice gets lost along the way as you cum hard on Bucky’s tongue, your vision blurring, and your breath catching in your throat.

Bucky works you through your high, as you finally come down and catch your breath. You barely register Bucky kissing his way back up your body, your senses almost fried after how hard you just came. He finally reaches your lips, crashing his against yours passionately. You completely melt into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulls away to kiss up your jaw “How you doing mama?” He asks as you nod your head slowly.

“I feel good… really good” You say with a smile. He gently bites at your earlobe

“That’s good,” He says before he is quickly flipping you over. You gasp confused as he lifts your hips up, presenting you to him. He pulls his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring out, red and angry, before sliding into you. Giving you no time to adjust, he begins to move in and out of you. You moan in pleasure as your pussy quickly adjusts to the size of him. He handles your body roughly, completely flipped from the Bucky moments ago. He lifts you up so his chest is pressing against your back. He has his large hand wrapped around your throat and the other playing with your clit. Your feel tears burn your eyes, your body overwhelmed by all the pleasure.

“Oh are you gonna cry?” Bucky mocks smirking at you. “Go ahead and cry princess. You tried to take my sweet pussy from me? No running now. Gonna take everything Daddy gives you aren’t you?” Bucky says watching as your eyes roll back and he moves his hand around your throat to gently slap your face. “Uh uh. Gonna look me in the eyes when you fall apart on my cock baby. Got it baby?” He asks. You nod your head quickly as your eyes fly open, scared he’s gonna stop. And god, it feels so damn good. One of your hand grabs your boob to play with your nipple, as the other rests over Bucky’s hand playing with clit.

“Buck I’m gonna cum. All over your cock,” You moan. Still cognizant your boys are sleep only a couple rooms over, you do your best to keep your voice down without whispering.

“I got you baby, go ahead. Cream all over my cock,” He commands never taking his eyes off you. You stare into his blue eyes as you fall apart all over his cock. Your clit is buzzing as your pussy clenched hard around Bucky’s cock. For a minute you are riding the cloud of bliss, then you realize Bucky’s hips are still pistoning in and out of you. You feel the tears that had been built of spill out of your eyes, you look at Bucky desperately as you shake your head.

“I can’t Buck- it’s too… too much. I can’t take it,” You whimper and he smiles at you. He smiles at you as his hold on your throat gets slightly tighter.

“You’re telling me one thing… but the way your pussy is squeezing me, I know she has one more. Come on, be a good girl and give me one more. Need to breed you again mama. Need to see you big and round with my cum spilling out of you. Come on sweet girl,” Buck urges. As if the moment couldn’t get any more erotic, his words have your eyes rolling back. You moan loudly as you feel yourself about to cum again.

“Fuck Buck. I’m gonna cum. Need you to breed me. Fuck me full of your cum,” you moan as Bucky tightens your grip on your throat again. Bucky couldn’t paint a more beautiful picture if he tried, as he watches you fall apart all for him. He chases his high desperately, a few thrusts later filling your womb to brim with his seed.

As soon as he cums, he is releasing his hold of your throat and keeping your body from collapsing onto the bed. Properly used and tired your eyes closed and for the time being, you pass out. During this period, Bucky lays you down gently. Making sure to take extra care as he slides out of you slowly. He goes to the bathroom to get a wash cloth and comes back ready to clean you up. He smirks as he watches his seed attempt to spill out of you. “So pretty,” He mumbles to himself as he pushes it back into you, before cleaning you up with the warm rag. Putting the rag with the rest of the laundry, he puts a fresh set of panties on you and one of his henleys. Expecting you to be sleep for the night he wraps his arms around you and presses a good night kiss to your neck.

“Buck,” You whisper in a haze. You open your eyes slowly and see Bucky laying next to you. He moves your hair out of your face.

“I’m right here babygirl,” He whispers and you sigh cuddling yourself closer to him. He happily allows you to bury your head in his chest, his hands gently stroking up and down your back.

“Were you serious about getting me pregnant again?” You ask out of curiosity. You can feel sleep calling you back as Bucky’s hand relax you. He smiles and kisses the top of your head,

“Of course I was. I would have you knocked up all the time if I could, you look beautiful when you’re pregnant. But of course that’s up to you. You don’t have to give me an answer now, we can figure out the rest later,” He reassured by giving your waist a gentle squeeze. You sigh as you close your eyes once again,

“We will probably have to do that a few more times… just to make sure you know?” You say and Bucky smirks laughing softly.

His voice was low and bourbon-rough, but his eyes pinned you in place.

“Every hit-piece, every godamn loaded question. What do you want from me?”

You swirled the last of your drink, not breaking his stare. 

“I’m not convinced you’ve changed, Congressman. Not buying the reformed good guy act. And I’m not going to let up until I get proof or you show me otherwise.”

Bucky shook his head and took a swig of his drink. 

“You need to stop riding my dick, reporter.”

You scoffed, a bit shocked that his careful demeanor was slipping. He was proving you right, but it was more than just dogged determination that kept you on his neck.

You were drawn to this former assassin hero-adjacent asshole. And you didn’t know why. It must be because you wanted to expose him.

“People talk, Congressman. They say we either hate each other… or we just need to fuck and get it over with.”

His laugh was short, sharp, and covering something hotter. Those blue eyes appraised you as he turned toward you on his stool.

“That what you think?”

“I think you still haven’t shown me you’re not hiding something,” you said evenly, though your pulse tripped hard.

His jaw tightened, then he leaned in, voice dropping. 

“I can show you more. Upstairs, if you like.”

The air between you sparked. One nod was all it took. Minutes later, your back slammed against the door of his hotel room as his mouth crushed yours, the taste of liquor and frustration spilling over. His hands tugged your skirt up, and you couldn’t help the laugh that broke between kisses.

“Careful,” you teased, “someone might think you’re desperate.”

He snarled, undoing his belt, his cock already thick and hard in his fist. It was magnificent.

“Not desperate, Doll. Determined.”

He shoved you to your knees before the bed, one hand fisted in your hair, the other guiding himself to your lips. His control was iron and every inch of him was radiating command. 

“Open up,” he ordered, the grit in his voice gone feral now.

The Congressman was gone. This was the Soldier, the man under the mask.

You parted your lips, letting the heavy weight of him press against your tongue. The first slide burned in the best way, thick and hot, the salt of his skin sharp against your taste buds. He hissed when you hollowed your cheeks, your hand wrapping around the thick base to steady him.

“Christ, you look so good like this.”

His hips rolled, slowly at first, testing, and you matched his rhythm, sucking, swallowing, letting spit slick your chin. His grip in your hair tightened, pulling your head just so, and he began to fuck your throat in earnest.

The sounds filled the room: wet pulls, his ragged groans, the smack of his balls against your chin. Your mascara streaked, your throat stretched, and still you pushed further, hungry to take everything he gave.

“All the way down, Good Girl. Show me you can take it.”

You inhaled through your nose, tears spilling, and forced yourself lower until your nose brushed the coarse hair at his pelvis. You inhaled the heady musk there and he growled, his thighs trembling as he held you there.

“Fuck,” he bit out, pulling you off just enough to see the string of spit clinging between your lips and his cock. His thumb swiped it across your mouth.

 “Look at you. Messy little reporter on her knees for me. You know what they’ll say if they ever find out?”

You gasped, voice wrecked, but your smirk stayed. 

“That we finally stopped pretending to hate each other.”

He dragged you back down, fucking your throat raw, and you let him, dizzy on the taste of him, and on the way his composure snapped piece by piece with every thrust.

“That mouth,” he gritted out, jaw tight as he looked down at you, spit and tears streaking your face. “Always running, always asking questions. Bet you never thought it’d be used for something useful.”

You moaned around him, and the vibration made him curse, his hand tightening in your hair as his cock pushed deeper, hitting the back of your throat until the tears rolled down your face.

“Fuck, good girl… you take me so goddamn deep,” he growled, voice breaking on the edge of restraint. “Look at you, swallowing me whole like you were made for it.”

You forced yourself lower, nose brushing the coarse hair at his pelvis again, and stayed there, gagging softly, throat fluttering around him. His head tipped back.

“That’s it. Don’t you dare stop.”

You pulled back just enough to suck hard on the sensitive swollen head before sliding down again, faster and greedier. Wet sounds filled the room, each gag and swallow driving him closer to the edge.

“Shit! Gonna cum…” he warned, voice ragged. 

His hand clamped down, holding you in place as his hips snapped forward. A guttural groan tore from his chest as his heat spilled thickly down your throat. You swallowed around him, throat working, his cock twitching with every pulse. When he finally pulled back, gasping, spit and cum smeared your lips, your chin dripping.

When you looked up through wet lashes, mascara streaked and mouth ruined, the Congressman was gone.

Only Bucky Barnes remained, stripped bare.

“Holy hell, Doll,” he rasped, thumb dragging across your swollen lips. “I’ll never survive this campaign with that mouth of yours.”

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“Hiya doll face,” he says with a wink.

Metal fingers lift, the streetlights catching the shine as he gestures for you to do a twirl.

With a feigned demure smile you grab the bottom of your skirt, one side with each hand and spin around, releasing it from your fingers just as your back is to him, so he gets a glimpse of your little white panties.

Even over the idling of the bikes engine you can hear his pained growl.

“Well?”

“Get over here,” he says, crooking his finger slowly.

You saunter toward him even more slowly, watching as his eyes covetously sweep over every inch of you from head to toe. With ease he swings one leg over the bike, so he’s now seated with both legs on one side.

He hums with satisfied approval and wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you between his spread legs and slipping his hand under the back of your skirt to squeeze your ass.

“Perfect,” he murmurs before catching your lips for a heated kiss.

He kneads the soft flesh of your ass then gives it a hard smack, causing you to squeal against his lips.

“Ready to go for a ride?” he simpers.

“Always,” you answer, taking his offered hand as he helps you onto the bike.

The purr of the engine settles between your legs, and you grab Bucky tighter, your hands wandering along the hard planes of his chest down to his warm skin.

By the time you reach the bar your whole body is vibrating, a tingle of anticipation running down your spine as Bucky hops off and grabs your waist.

As soon as your feet land on the ground you squeeze your thighs together, an action that he tracks with darkened eyes. His jaw clenches but he takes your hand with a gentle grasp and leads you toward the door, holding it open as you walk in.

Yelena and Walker greet you, Yelena smiling and Walker simply nodding his head.

“Ready to get your ass kicked at pool?” Walker says, directing the comment toward Bucky.

Bucky simply scoffs as he leans on the bar, sliding his flesh hand over your hip and tucking your back against his chest. You talk for a bit, sipping a drink and enjoying the feel of the hard lines of Bucky’s body pressed to the soft curves of yours.

After a while though, it all becomes too much. You turn in his embrace and wrap your arms around his neck.

“I want you to take me home,” you whisper.

“Already?” he asks. “I haven’t even embarrassed Walker at pool yet!”

The corner of his mouth lifts into a sideways smirk and you lean into him. “Pretty please.”

Your breasts are pressed against his chest and your fingernails scrape along his broad shoulders.

“Somethin’ you need baby doll?”

Your lashes lower and you dance your fingers down between his pecs. “Yes.”

“Use your words doll face.”

Calloused fingertips press under your chin to lift your eyes.

“I need you…”

He raises his brows, clearly not pleased.

“I need you inside me. Bend me over your bike.”

The words rush out and you dip your head again, digging your teeth into your lip.

“There’s my good girl,” he says as he brushes his nose along your cheek, bringing his lips to your ear. “Come on. I’ll take care of ya.”

You leave the bar without much explanation but the knowing smirk on Yelena’s lips says she knows exactly why you’re practically running out.

As you walk toward his bike he spreads his palm at your lower back, dipping his face to your neck to whisper, “are you wet for me?”

You nod, sucking in a quick breath when he pins you between his chest and his bike. His hand slips along the curve of your hip until his fingers are grazing the hem of your skirt. They slip under, fingertips grazing your panties and slipping along the wet patch of fabric.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re soaked aren’t you?”

Before you can confirm it, he pushes the soft material to the side and slides his finger over your clit, then dips it lower, gathering your arousal.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs as he teases you.

“Bucky please!” you whine, pressing your hips forward into his hand.

“You want me to bend you over right here in the street. Fuck you so everyone to see?”

His finger barely pushes inside you and you mewl loudly, wiggling your hips to try to find any release.

“You would let me wouldn’t you,” he murmurs against your skin.

You can barely string a sentence together, his name falling from your parted lips in small pleas for more.

And then his hand is gone, and you’re practically thrown onto the back of his bike. He straps on your helmet and makes sure you’re safe before he’s in the seat and peeling away from the curb.

The ride home is fast, every turn and shift of his bike pressing you closer or harder against him. He pulls up to his garage and slows down, idling the engine until he’s parked in a darkened spot at the back.

He gets off, taking your hand to help you before stepping back. His tight tee shirt clings to his every curve of muscle and you watch, panting, as his hand slides down to the bulge in his pants.

He looks you over again, from the top of your head to your tiny little skirt, all the way down to your feet.

“Is this what you need?” he whispers.

You don’t think you’ve ever felt so greedy for something as you do for the weight of him on top of you, the stretch of him inside you, and all you can do is nod.

“Turn around,” he tells you.

You do as he says, exhaling a shaky breath when you feel the heat of his body behind you and the caress of his hands along the back of your thighs. You feel everything and it’s as if you’re made of pure hunger. It’s hot and liquid and filling your limbs and testing your patience. You squirm under him, and he stills you with a firm smack to your ass.

“Don’t move.”

He hooks his fingers under your skirt and slowly lifts it, his deep exhale warming the back of your thighs.

“Please…” you gasp. You want to provoke more of the sharp edge to his tone, but you want his satisfaction too.

“Please, what?”

He leans down to kiss where your thigh meets your ass cheek, just beside the soft fabric of your panties.

“Taste me!” you whine, tiny noises escaping your throat every time you feel the faintest brush of his lips.

Finally he grabs your hips and angles them up, hooking a finger into your panties to pull them down and then licks you with a firm, long drag of his tongue.

He opens his mouth, sucking, urgent and fingers pressing into your skin. It seems impossible that you can feel more but when he senses you’re close, he begins to moan against you, pushing two fingers inside in rhythm with the swirl of his tongue.

You grow dizzy before you tumble, floating, shaking through the bliss that has you grasping for purchase on any surface of his bike.

He doesn’t waste time, unzipping his pants until they pool around his ankles and you feel the weight of him between your legs. He pushes in with one long motion. All the air leaves you a for a few overwhelmed seconds and you can’t breathe. He doesn’t move for what feels like an eternity and when you turn your head to look at him he’s staring down, eyes moving over every inch of you he can see.

You wiggle your ass, pushing back against him and he hisses, pulling out before sliding back in with a low groan. Then he snaps back, and then forward again, hard, his pace nearly punishing. He leans over you, pinning you to his bike, your thighs shaking and pleasure climbing again.

Your fingers are desperate to touch him, but you can’t reach him from this position. Your words are begging and unintelligible and you feel your release pull tighter and tighter until it snaps in a jerking, clutching sensation, his name a cry on your lips.

He watches you, watches you come apart under him, and through the fog of your orgasm you can feel him climbing. His strokes are long and hard, his body taut and then he groans, “fuck,” before his hips become brutal and he thickens inside you.

He collapses on top of you, and you can feel him twitch, feel him shudder over you.

You let out a shaky breath, melting over the bike as his face falls to your shoulder and he kisses the back of it, soft and sweet, before rubbing a hand down the curve of your spine to help you up.

His arms turn you to face him and he kisses you, deep and slow, letting you know how good you feel, how perfect you are.