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warnings. ⌇ pervy bucky (duh, we love). not proof read <3 built up tension turned to a fuck session. pepper appearance! (love my girl) non-established mutual pining. this basically happens frequently but shhh we don't know that. 18+ MDNI. teasing, fingering, overstimulation, oral (f. recieving), tit worship, improper use of honey, unprotected p in v (use protection), handjob, reader is on the pill, makeout sesh, reader puppy sits (wink-wink).

margo's notes. ⌇oh my god i can't even express how much i adore bucky as a band member. like as a nerd, as a dirtbag, as a roommate, as anything, he would def rock the drums rather than a guitar. i also think he'd be a really interesting (to say the least) roommate. i'm making a longer fic series based off of this, with an original character, and this is kind of like a headcannon for them i guess, but with a reader.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 of your apartment quietly hissed with steam as you turned the knob of the shower off. you shuddered quietly at the contrast of the cold metal amidst your skin you'd worked hard to warm up beneath the scalding water.

it was two in the afternoon, and as far as you knew, you'd had the apartment to yourself.

three months of living with your loud, obnoxious roommate it seemed. it almost felt like a reward when he wasn't home, and to you it didn't matter if he was busy banging drums with his band, or screwing some girl on the third floor—you were just content with having the place to yourself.

see after a lease scandal that had happened during your desperate hunt for an apartment, you'd decided to invest in the small apartment just south of your university's campus that you'd seen up on craigslist.

it was small, an alright view, and two bedrooms that you'd figure you'd keep to yourself. one as an office, and the other as a bedroom.

now the first mistake was craigslist. how desperate can one be to look for an apartment, so soon to the beginning of the first semester in college, that you actually bought the apartment off of craigslist.

the second—quite obviously—was thinking it was true.

i mean c'mon, a two bedroom, one bath apartment for the price of 2.8k? any other place in brooklyn would've costed five-thousand or more on your own.

now unbeknownst to you, you weren't the only college student looking for an apartment to yourself, close to the campus.

funny enough, the other student happened to attend your college. which meant it was likely that the two of you had met before. which hopefully insinuated that perhaps the two of you would get along.

but moving along to the night where you were sat on the counter, stirring some peppermint tea for yourself. you were almost curious upon hearing the knock on your door that echoed through your quiet matchbox of an apartment.

it was nearing midnight, who would want you at this hour?

well, you soon found out when you opened the door just an inch to see none other than the james buchanan barnes himself.

freshman dirtbag surrounded by almost all the losers who'd just made it onto campus. drum sticks tucked into his back pocket, a duffel bag and a backpack strung on each shoulder, he chewed on his gum menacingly, staring right back at you as if you were supposed to fix a problem of his.

"hey, i know it's late," he sighed, checking down the hall again, "but i'm here for apartment number nine." he muttered as your brows furrowed, "you're uh.. you're that girl from the campus aren't you?" he mumbled under his breath, stormy eyes scanning you down.

and that's when you remembered you were standing in a small lacey nightgown, topped with a sheer little robe that barely covered anything. you tucked the robe over your chest, crossing your arms for good measure as the messy bun atop your head shook with your confusion.

"yeah—you, um," you mumbled, eyes raking over his.. messy state. "you must have the wrong place. i live here." you explained briefly, as he pulled the key out of his back pocket, staring at the little scribbled tag.

as brought it up to your face, the jingling echoed through the hall, "nope." the brunette shrugged cheeks tinging pink as his eyes landed back on the cut of your dress where a hint of your cleavage teased him. as he dropped his duffel right beside the door, you stepped back a pace, literally taken aback.

"bought this place like two weeks ago, just been—hopping around since." he mumbled, as his arm flexed the door futher open into your bubble.

"wha—no!" you cried, "you can't just barge in here! this is my apartment, loser." you yelled as he stared back with the same look, avoiding your pissed eye contact.

"where the hell am i supposed to go then?" he asked, as you paused, "i don't know!" you argued as he sighed, "you better have a plan princess. 'cause i've got a key, and i paid for this place, fair and square."

"i don't care!" you scoffed, arms crossing tighter over your chest as his scuffed converse inched into the polished hardwood floor. "i just—i just mopped there." you whispered as he looked down, rolling his eyes and stepping back out.

and it did take some time. almost a week to sit down with greg, the broker—who did nothing as to convince you that this was a mixup, but much rather smiled at the angry confusion and two foot barrier between where you two sat, across from him at the coffee shop.

"look, i don't blame you two for falling for this. but the paid difference is paid. there aren't any refunds on apartments kiddos." he mumbled, thick fingers comming up to smooth down the lightly balded top of his head.

"the full price for the place was five-thousand. with both of your costs put together, it comes out to about the same price. so like it or not, either one of you pays the price and lives elsewhere, or you two suck it up and live together."

cue present tense—where things are moving along.

between sharing an apartment with bucky, and being on opposite ends of a social circle, the two of you are managing quite.. reasonably.

from ushering the other one out of the house when one has plans and booked the apartment for the day, or distributing chores and meal preps, the two of you have worked out well enough, and somehow this past month hasn't been too unkind to either of you.

well you could suppose that'd be until today; where you step out of the shower, pedicured feel flush against the fluffy carpet you picked out, and pushing the lightning bolt shower curtain he picked out.

your eyes rolled hard at the stupid curtain, reminding yourself that you were going to have friends over for a study session before a party you were going to afterwards, that you had to change it back to your pink striped one before they came over.

as you wrapped the towel around yourself, you looked around, sighing at the fact that you'd forgotten clothes to wear after the shower.

head peeking out into the hallway, your eyes met with the whicker basket filled with fresh laundry, as the other loads were still in, and you'd tossed almost three weeks worth into the machine earlier.

it was your turn to do laundry, so since you'd done bucky's clothes earlier, you'd figured he wouldn't mind if you'd just borrowed something.

so as you lathered up with lotion, and pulled his smithsonians t-shirt over your freshly washed hair, you paused for a moment, catching the scent of his cologne and a small scent of something metallic.

you hummed to yourself, walking out with nothing but that and a lacy set you'd picked out earlier in your room and brought over before showering.

the apartment was quiet. and you liked it that way. no drums boosting, meaning no noise complaints from neighbors. no dirty shoes scattered against your clean floor, meaning no reminding the asshole, or kicking his shoes in a closet.

you felt at peace.

and you were.

until you closed the door to the bathroom quietly, and turned around to be faced with the agonizing sound of creaking from the bedroom door that neighbored your own.

you watched him, pajama pants strung low enough you could see his boxers peeking up from just below his hip bones, a john lennon t-shirt crumpled over his chest and a hand running through his hair as he stared down at the glass he'd probably just finished drinking orange juice in.

your lips pursed almost immediately, was it too late to crawl back into the bathroom? shower for another two hours until you'd cried every tear out of yourself? you were sure you'd been home alone, so why was he standing right in front of you?

it was bad enough that he was here, three feet away, but it was worse that he was quiet.

because james was never quiet.

his eyes raked over you, from your damp hair, down to your chest, where his eyebrows raised quietly at his band's print, and then down to your smooth legs, and pedicured feet.

"that's... new." he mumbled, as your cheeks flamed. "i-i just—needed something to wear." you countered as he smiled, "imagine if anyone at school saw this, 'girl swears she'd be caught dead wearing a grunge band t-shirt, walks out after showering and looks just fine'." he headlined, as you spun on your heels, rolling you eyes hard after remembering you didn't have to be a part of this embarrassment ritual.

"look my laundry was in the washer, asshole." you sighed, walking into the kitchen and grabbing your white mug, with the print of a black cat with a crown between its ears. sorry alpine.

"yeah? well you said you'd only wear something of mine 'over your dead body'." bucky trailed behind you, the smile inevitable in his voice.

"fuck off, barnes." you hissed, filling the cup with heated water from the kettle. "never," he grinned, as you felt his chest bump into your shoulders, his voice was rough, and laced with something you'd heard only on desperate nights, "you look.. good."

you fingers reached for the box of green tea as your cheeks burned hotter than the water in your cup. "almost illegal," he purred, fingers carefully finding your waist as he watched you make your tea.

"hm," you hummed, going about your business as his nose poked the damp hair just behind your ears.

"james," you warned, as he sighed into your hair, fingers tightening their grasp on your waist, "no, no, it's fine. it looks great on you. keep it." he whispers, as you roll your eyes, "don't be ridiculous, i wouldn't—"

"be caught dead wearing my stuff, i'm well aware, pretty." bucky hummed, eyes closing as he tips his head against yours.

"but you're wearing it now," he smiled, lowering his nose onto your shoulder as he pulls you flush against his front, and that's when you feel it.

"are you fucking serious, james?" you asked, heat blooming down your neck, on your hands and between your legs. "what is it, baby?" he mumbled, careless to the fact that your fuming.

"you're hard over me wearing your fucking shirt, that's what." scoffing, "pathetic." stirring the honey into your tea as you mumbled. "s' not pathetic," he murmured in response, euphoric as his right hand left your waist, trailing down to the hem of the shirt, lifting it up gingerly.

"y'barely got anything on under here, doll." he mumbled, darkened eyes raking over the lace of your cheeky underwear as you gasped. you turned around instantly in shock, smacking his hand away. "bucky!" you choked as he chuckled, eyes remaining glued to your thighs.

"seen you in less than that, angel. m' surprised you're shocked." bucky whispered, leaning in close to you, "you're gonna... ruin my tea." you mumbled, voice just above a whisper as you nudged the cup back, behind you.

"not the only thing m'gonna ruin," he grinned a near sinful glint in his eyes that made your fingers grip the counter—as if that's supposed to ground you.

"something wrong, pretty girl?" bucky murmured, nose brushing your cheek as he pressed a kiss to your skin, "hm, cat got your tongue?" he whispered as your hands planted themselves on his chest, knowing what'll follow.

"n-no, don't be stupid." you huffed, as his lips trail further south, nipping at your supple skin as you let out an involuntary noise at the contact of his two-day old stubble against your skin.

"bucky—" you whisper, fingers curling into his shoulders as he hums against your jaw, breath ghosting over your skin, tickling you as your neck cranes to keep him out, "god, you owe me for this," he smiles against your skin as you pause, eyes widening.

"look this—shirt, thing—better not become some—" you sigh defeatedly, "james!" you finally whine as he groans, "hmmm, what?" he whispers, pulling away.

but not for long, his eyes quickly circle back to your chest beneath his t-shirt, where the shirt pulls up and falls back down over the rest of your body as you breathe.

your manicured fingers quickly find his jaw, pulling it back up to face you, "eyes on me," you mumble as a wicked smile paints its way back onto his flushed, pink, lips. "oh they're on you don't wor—"

"i'm serious, bucky." you grit through your teeth. his free hand squeezes your waist, reminding you it's still there as his thumb brushes over you. "this t-shirt better not be some excuse for me to give you seconds of dinner i order, o-or the remote thirty-minutes earlier—"

"oh?" he hums, cutting you off, "so what you're saying is, i should just let you take my things, and walk around all pretty in 'em?" he whispers, his other hand trailing down to your thigh, fingers resting pertly just beneath the cleft of your ass.

"buc—"

"c'mon, answer me, princess." he whispers, nose brushing back against your cheek as he closes back in on the crook of your neck, wafting in the intoxicating scent of your bodywash.

"fuck, you always smell so good, baby." he mumbled into your skin, and your eyes close as your fingers subconsciously trail up to the nape of his neck. he hums and moans at the feeling of your fingers running through his shaggy hair.

"look—y-you want an answer?" you muttered, pushing him off you. bucky stumbled back just an inch as he watched you pull the shirt over your head, slamming it into his chest. "there's, your answer." you mutter, crossing your arms over your lacey bra.

but your arms do nothing, because bucky's eyes have zeroed on the bounce and push up of your cleavage, the shine of the light above the kitchen and the overcast weather outside glowing in from the window.

"shit." he whispers—almost painfully—and your eyes trail down to the straining bulge in his pants. "shit. that must hurt, huh? freak." you mumble, lips curling as your eyes bat up at him, "cat got your tongue, sweetheart?" you whisper with a click of your tongue as you step past him.

before you could walk even a foot further, two arms wrapped around your waist, coaxing an immediate shriek from your lips as your bare back is met with the cold sting of the fridge. just as quickly as your lips had opened to protest with a whimper—they were sealed shut with his, clashing against you.

"you're—" he muttered, lips sliding off of yours as a string of spit dissolving between them, "gonna help me," he whispered, before lunging back, lips and teeth clashing as you groaned again.

his tongue danced with yours, and unable to get a word in, you quickly became a mess.

words stuck in your throat, turned to moans as he tilted your neck with care, deepening the kiss as your fingers found his his neck again, one hand tugged gently on his hair, the other curled into his shirt.

his lips left yours and peppered your lips once more with a kiss before he rested his forehead on your shoulder. hand wrapping around the smaller hand of yours that lazily gripped the fabric of his t-shirt. his eyes fluttered shut as he brought it up to his lips, kissing your knuckles before he guided it back down the the growing hard-on in his pants.

your lips parted at the touch of him, you almost wanted to wriggle your fingers from his grasp and push him on the couch and help him.

the right way—they do say, 'if you want it done right, do it yourself'.

but what were you? crazy?

"fix, this." bucky whispered against your ear, teeth pressing against your collarbone as he left marks on your freshly washed skin.

"you're so perfect. i wanna ruin you right on this shiny fucking counter. you'd hate that, wouldn't you princess?" he whispered, his hand left yours, grabbing your waist before he hauled your legs into his arms.

in one motion, he pulled you onto the counter, pushing your legs apart as his fingers pressed against your pulsing core. "hmm, she's been ready for me, hasn't she?" he whispered, lowering himself to kiss just beneath your bra, trailing all the way down to the strap of your panties.

"fuck, bucky." you whispered, nearly a whine whil your fingers tangled in his hair as you watched him lift your legs over his shoulders. he rose up just enough to bury his nose between your tits.

his fingers danced down to the lacy underwear you wore, his lips were busy elsewhere, sucking and planting kisses and marks all over the jelly smooth skin of your breasts.

a whine left your lips as your hand found his neck, pulling him closer greedily as he groaned into your plush tits.

just as you were about to speak, the landline rung, and you felt the man between your legs freeze.

"shit," you muttered beneath your breath, you laid your back down on the counter, arm above your head as you reached for the phone.

bucky watched you carefully, stretched out on the counter. the same one you argued daily about keeping clean.

your hair was messily splayed all over the smooth surface, torso heaving up and down breathlessly as you arched to reach the phone off the receiver.

you paused as a female voice could be heard across the other end, "yeah?" you hummed as bucky licked his lips, pulling his t-shirt off and throwing it on your face before lowering himself to pull your panties down slowly.

he smiled as the gasp that left your lips echoed throughout the room, pressing kisses all over your thighs as he pushed your legs apart, you, stubbornly trying to keep them close.

"i-i can't," he heard you mumble on the phone, unconcerned as he kissed your mound delicately, fingers parting your wet folds quietly as he smiled against your clit, tongue covering it with just the right amount of pressure.

all this with him.

the man you made sure to exhibit your hatred for constantly.

"fuck, you're so wet for me, baby." he mumbled into your wetness, muffled by your thighs as you propped yourself up on your elbows, eyebrows crinkled together as you gave him a look that only guaranteed a lecture later.

"no, not right now." you spoke back into the phone, eyeing your manicure as bucky worked through your cunt, fingers circling your clit as you shuddered beneath his touch, his lips coated in your arousal.

"n-no," you huffed as he gazed up just enough to catch your painfully aroused look, "you look so pretty like this, angel." he muttered as you nudged his torso with your heel, ushering him to quiet down.

"i can't come over, i-i'm—" you hummed, covering the receiver with your hand as you laid back down, your back burned against the cool counter, arching as you bit down on your lip to refrain from making too much noise.

as bucky's fingers messed with your clit and your hole, you fumbled with the phone, looking for the mute button and pressing it sloppily before pepper on the other end could hear the mess going on in your apartment.

you'd be ruined if anyone knew you lived with bucky barnes let alone fucked him.

"b-bucky—" you gasped, your free hand searched the flat counter for something—anything—to grab onto to keep yourself from coiling all over the counter.

"fuck!" you whined loud, upon feeling his lips latch onto your clit and tongue lapping through your arousal. your legs pressed instinctively against his soft hair and you not only heard, but felt him groan against your core, a shiver surging straight through your body as your hand found his locks.

"bucky i—" you twisted, eyes squeezing shut as his tongue dipped into you while curling into a soft spot that had you shaking.

on the other end, pepper was sighing something incoherent to you about an essay deadline for tomorrow morning, as well as the journalism article's mock interview.

"are you there?" you heard her ask as bucky fit a second finger into you, "so tight, fuck." he whispered, kissing your bud before rubbing it with his free fingers. his arms hooked around you, pulling you close enough to him in hopes his mouth could easily access your cunt.

"gotta fuck you—warm you up, honey, my cock's aching for you, y'know these things take time." bucky hummed against your thigh, "fuck off—ah—wise guy," you let out softly.

his breath ghosted over your skin as his fingers fucked you at a steady pace, the kisses he pressed across your inner thigh had you gasping and mewling senselessly.

and bucky loved it.

"so responsive, you're always so sensitive." you felt his lips smiling against you, stubble scraping against your soft skin as you kicked his shoulder, "shut up." you huffed as he curled his fingers with a soft smile, eyes darkening as you whined.

"pep, i-i can't, i know—i—i know," you muttered, unmuting, he watched, scissoring his fingers inside of you as you clenched around them. "i'll come over, la—ter," you quieted down, as his thumb circling your clit as his tongue replaced his two fingers. "—i'm puppy sitting," you mumbled.

and that did it.

his head perked up, blue eyes all that you could see while the rest of his face was buried to the hilt in your pussy.

"puppy sitting?" pepper's voice cut through the silence, as you smiled, head thudding back down on the counter, "hmm—very, good puppy actually." you muttered, back arching against the counter as his mouth sucked your cunt off with a small, wet, pop.

your eyes fluttered shut as you held your hand over your lips, biting back any hum you were close to making, you could feel his saliva and your slick dripping down through you and onto the counter.

"h-he does everything—i tell him to," you continued, as he pulled his pants lower, leaving you staring at your ceiling with a small smile, still covered by your hand.

as you craned your head to the side, you watched him grab the honey, pulling his pants down and stepping out of them as he walked over you. your eyes forever stuck on the painfully hard cock you knew you'd been the culprit of.

"get off the phone, sweetheart." you heard him mutter, voice gravelly as he pulled your legs half off the counter quickly, a noise somewhere between a laugh and shriek leaving your plush lips.

"pepper, i'm serious." you exhaled, as his fingers worked at your bra. it was a front clasp, you thought smiling. how would he get out of this one?

bucky pulled you up carefully by your back, hands traveling against your torso as his fingers searched gently for the clasp. his tongue swiped across the inside of his cheek as his fingers caressed the soft, frilly, lace of your bra.

without a single word, his brows crinkled, and not once did his eyes find at you for help. instead, they landed back on the front of your bra, looking at the small, metallic clasp of the flimsy fabric.

he snapped it open eagerly, working your hands out of the straps delicately as he bent forward, peppering the valley between you tits and cupping both of them, thumbs brushing over your perky nipples.

"he's s-such, a good bo-y!" you gasped, free hand grabbing his head to steady yourself as you watched his lips attach at one nipple. you held the phone away from you, humming unevenly to hide the lewd sighs and moans the two of you were letting out.

as he detached his lips from yours, you turned back to the phone, "m-mhm," you hummed, dazed. when you looked back at him, his boxers were gone, and in it's place, was his hand, wrapped around a long, hard cock that made your lips part and your thighs press together.

his eyes found yours, watching as your eyes zoned out on the flushed, pink tip. "hungry, sweetheart?" he asked as your eyes flickered back up to his, lips sealing shut immediately.

"mm-mm." you shook your head, biting down on your lip to hide your stupid grin, one that you knew would piss him right off.

"yeah, well i'll call you back, pep." you hummed, kicking your feet. as he walked over, leaning you back, you stared at him. he was so focused on your tits, opening the bottle of honey and still focused on them.

honey?

as fast as you'd noticed he'd opened the honey and brought it up to your tits, you'd instantly forgotten you were on the phone, "no—no! you can't be serious, jamie!" you scolded, holding his wrist as his eyes widened on the phone in your hand.

"wha—" you paused, realizing.

"who's jamie?" pepper's voice muttered through the phone, as your ears dusted pink, "i-i—the dog, my puppy." you quickly covered, as he rolled his eyes, letting the honey drizzle right over your hardened nipples.

you gasped quietly, "what's he doing?" he heard pepper ask, a malicious smile forming on his lips as he set the honey down, wiping a bit off your stomach and licking it off his finger.

"he—he's—" you stammered, and before you could finish your sentence, his lips were on you yet again.

he suckled on the sweetness of your tits, loudly lapping up the stickiness of it and swirling his tongue around the head of your nipple, fingers coating the other one softly in the substance.

"he's—making a mess," you divulged, fingers running through his hair as his tongue flicked all around you, "all over my—ah!" you hummed, "i-i gotta go, he's chewing me—my uh, bag."

"mhm, bye, mh—y-yeah, talk to you later." as you quickly gasped, beeping the phone off. he cleaned the sweet-sticky attack on one side of your chest, moving on to the other side briskly.

"so hungry, aren't you, baby?" you hummed, hand running through his hair as you watched his hand work himself, "c'mere, i'll help you, honey."

he split your legs apart, moving himself easily between them as your hand replaced his, running up and down the length of his slick, hardened cock. "so focused, aren't you? if only you'd be this focused on keeping the floors clean." you mumble, watching his head tip up, pretty blue eyes gazing up at you.

you smiled, quickening your pace on his cock, rubbing him up and down and smearing the pre-cum on the tip with your thumb. his moan so pretty your legs squeezed against each side of him.

"fuck, good boy, jamie." you breathed with a soft smile.

and just like that, his hands tugged at you, pulling you feverishly close, an arm hooking around your waist as his free hand held your legs apart, finger rubbing your clit again.

bucky messed with you everywhere.

you gasped, craning neck giving him access as he bit down on your velvety skin. you felt his lips attach to the small space just below your ear, hearing him hum as he sucked a dark spot you'd have to blame on your straightener tomorrow.

"bucky—"

"i want you on my cock," he whispered, breath sending goosebumps down your skin as he pulled you up against him. your hand immediately flailed to grasp onto his broad shoulders as he walked the two of you over, adjusting himself on the couch. his hands were large, a bit calloused due to the drumsticks he was constantly gripping along with the wrenches used to fix the plumbing.

they held your ass pertly, leaving marks of his fingers digging into the plush of your skin. your fingers flexed against his shoulders at the feeling.

bucky held you on his lap perfectly, "you're so easy to carry," he whispered, burying his face back in your tits, fingers finding your ass as he squeezed the curve of your cheeks apart, "fuck, imagine if i just threw you over my shoulder every time you argue about my shoes 'nd shit on the fucking floor."

you laughed, completely unintentional, throwing him of guard from your usual scowl-like reaction to him.

"you're such an idiot, barnes." you whispered, lips pursed to hide your fond smile as your fingers smoothed his hair out of his face as he pulled away to fix his cock to your wet slit, "hold still for me, pretty."

"you're too—" you paused, pursing your lips as he tipped his head back up to you, "too what, baby?" he smiled, knowing what was just on the tip of your tongue. wishing it was him.

"nothing," you whispered, avoiding his gaze as he turned back to his cock, running the tip softly against your folds, fixating especially on your pulsing clit.

"ah—hmm!" you hissed, eyes shut as he pressed a kiss to your sternum, "too what, princess, tell me. i wanna know." he hummed as your fingers dug into his shoulders.

"just shut up and get over with it, asshole!" you groaned, "nuh-uh, am i too.. big for you?" he hummed. you could sense the smile in his voice for the hundredth time today, "n-no."

"i see you're trying not to smile." he murmured as you shook your head, hair falling in your face to hide your face, "ah-ah," bucky laughed, brushing your hair out of your face, "too late."

"shut up. jerk." you panted, tossing the hair in front of your face with a soft smile. you didn't wait for him before adjusting yourself and sinking yourself onto him.

the stretch felt eternal, he was big. you'd hated to admit it him. his ego would be blasting through the walls your room and drumming down the floor for weeks.

"at least you think there's something good about me," he whispered, resting his head on your shoulder as his hands trailed further, spreading your ass apart as you moaned at the feeling.

"i think—t-there's plenty good about—you." you whispered, fingers sliding through his locks as your second hand came up to hold his face.

"you're a good cook, for someone who wastes his talent on grilled cheese and scrambled eggs six days a week." you whispered as he laughed against your shoulder, pulling you close and kissing you there.

"and y-you clean the shower well, i hate doing dishes and you do those. you fix the—hm—pipes." you whispered, his fingers pressed into your hips as he refrained from letting out a noise at every twitch of your hips.

your breath hitched as you felt his cock bury itself in your cervix, "i-i can't—" you huffed, "it hurts?" he asked, eyes pooled with concern you didn't think he'd have. you paused immediately, you could take him.

right..?

"s'—fine, i'm fine, it feels good." you hummed, moving meticulously as you adjusted to the heat of him. his voice seemed to collect in the heat that bloomed in your gut, humming, hissing and groaning at every roll of your hips. as the two of you picked up your pace, skin slapping was the only sound that could be heard beside the hum of the dryer the hall.

"you're so tight, i—" bucky panted, holding his breath as he adjusted to your gummy walls, tightening every time you moved to adjust yourself, "i can't do this—i'm gonna cum and you just—sat down."

"agh!" you groaned, fingers digging marks into his skin, "so wet, you're warm," his breath tickling your collar, as he trailed his fingers down your torso, back to your clit like a safe house.

bucky's free hand dug deeper into your ass. he watched in awe as it bounced in sync with your tits every time you dropped back onto his cock, your core meeting his base with a wet shlick.

"w-we're not using a condom," he whispered, you nodded, "you still on the pill?" he asked, moving your hair off your shoulders, putting your perked up tits on full display, you nodded again.

just as your core bloomed with a sensation burning you with pleasure, your eyes squeezed shut, fingers trembling as they held tight onto his biceps. a whine bubbled in the back of your throat as bucky smiled in satisfaction. you leaned forward against him for support as the arousal built up into you.

"i-i'm gonna cum, bucky—" you whined, head burying itself in his neck as he rubbed your back, slapping your ass as you gasped, pushing yourself off his chest, "what the hell?!"

"you're so pretty, princess." he smiled, winking before he fluttered his eyes shut, "everywhere, i could fuck you, anywhere. ruin you all over this stupid apartment, anywhere i want to." you hummed at his words, kissing just below his jaw, leaving small wet kisses trailing down his neck.

"fuck, angel—i-i'm close," he breathed, eyes closing as his head tipped back against the arm rest. "sssso close," you nodded quickly in agreement, whining against neck softly as he smiled, exhaling.

"ja—jamie," you gasped, back arching as his hands held you steady, your fingers tugged on his hair, and he groaned, the euphoric sounds overtaking the walls of your living room.

your walls clenched around his cock for the last time, milking him as a guttural moan escaped you, pink lips forming an 'o' as he circled your clit once more with his thumb, your stomach coiled.

the pleasure overtook every one of your senses. your fingers dug into his biceps hard, lungs unable to catch up to your breathing, and your eyes squeezing themselves open to stare at the boy in front of you.

"oh fuck," bucky whispered, head tossing back as he bottomed out, his seed filling you satisfaction. you felt the warmth of him coating his cock and your walls as quickly as it was gone.

"that was amazing," you sighed, head falling against his collarbone as his hand ran up and down your side soothingly. "oh, was it?" he perked up, smiling smartly.

"yes, it was, james." you sighed, eyes closed as you nestled into him further. "yeah, s'what i thought." his eyes—dazed—closed, "nobody's ever gonna fill you up and fuck you as good as i did, that right baby?" he whispered, eyes fluttering back open as he pressed a kiss to your hairline. you smiled, hiding it in the crook of his neck.

"shut up." you mumbled, muffled by his chest as he laughed, "better get cleaned up, got food coming in ten."

"ten?!" you shrieked, "when the fuck did you order food? and don't tell me it's some take out, i just had a salad this morning, i'd like to keep that streak. i've got a yoga class tomorrow."

"relax, princess," he whispered, hauling you up close, kissing your neck as you scoffed, "what are we eating, james?"

"soft tacos."

"you're kidding me." you sighed as he smiled against your neck, "you'll be glad i'm not."

"what kind?" you asked, crossing your arms as he pulled you even closer, "don't worry about that. you'll love 'em, me and the band get these ones all the time after gigs."

"they've got avocado in them." he hummed, shrugging, pulling away as you paused, letting out a sigh. "fine, shower first."

"yay," he watched you get up, wincing softly. "awh, looks like you're gonna need some help in that shower, huh, pretty girl?" he taunted, just as you turned around.

before you can retort back, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you up into his arms as you erupted into a fit of gasps and laughter.

"oh, and don't forget to change the shower curtain back to my pink one, it's in the laundry cabinet. i've got company tonight so you might have to camp out with your friends." you whispered, staring at him as he nodded, head dipping low enough to whisper in your ear, "don't worry your pretty little head about it."

he smiled, turning the tap on as you held onto his hand, "next weekend i'm eating you out, with honey."

"in your dreams, jackass." you rolled your eyes, stepping into the bathtub. he trailed right behind you like a puppy, grinning boyishly, "or maybe i'll just eat you out in here."

"yeah? then you'll be too full for a meal." you rolled your eyes, stepping under the water for the second time today.

he huffed, smiling as his hands wrapped around your waist, nudging your head beneath his chin, "you should steal my shirts more often."

hihi!!! hope everyone enjoyed, this was partially based on this:

i'm loving this shit man, eating it the fuck up. also, preferences, should i write my fics in the subscript (this smaller) font, or do you guys like this bigger one? lmk! i really feel like writing a full fic like this, i've already published an intro on wattpad, (the matchbox) but i'll likely write it on here or ao3, i'm very new to that so it's gonna take me a bit, and i'm also trying to take a break so everythings tbd as of now. hope you enjoyed ! happy house tour!!

oc ( rhea, who the reader's based off) playlist, the matchbox / house tour playlist, bucky's playlist.