bucky

There’s no way you’re not doing it on purpose, is all Bucky can think to himself as he watches you do simple mundane activities that shouldn’t have him turned on as much as he is. All you’re doing is lying down on your stomach reading a book that you’ve had your nose in very obsessively. You only have a few chapters left but your reading is not what has his pants feeling tighter around him. No, it’s those little shorts that you only wear when you’re lounging around, the ones that hug your finger and move when you move so he can see the curve of your ass. How do the hell you manage to get him all hot and bothered just by reading in those shorts? You don’t even have to say anything and all he wants to do is ruin you.

He stalks over to the couch and runs a hand up your thigh, making you glance at him for a brief moment before picking up where you left off. He crawls over you with his knees outside of your thighs while his hands rest by your shoulders, caging you underneath him completely.

“I just have a few chapters left,” you say as you shift under him but your hips jerk when you feel the hardness of his cock against your core.

“You can finish later,” he growls as he bookmarks your page and puts the book on the coffee table before grazing his teeth against your neck and shoulder. “Right now, your Alpha needs you.”

You shudder as you tilt your head to allow him more access as he grinds his cock against you, the friction causing your stomach to flip. He keeps going until he pulls away and sees your skin littered with dark marks where his mouth and teeth were. He pulls your shorts down along with your panties and growls when he sees the fabric sticking to your folds with your slick.

“I barely got started and you’re already soaking. My needy little Omega,” he hums as he spreads your legs apart and runs a finger up your cunt, gathering the wetness before sucking it off and groaning at the taste.

He almost loses all remaining self control when you whine pathetically  as he pulls his pants down, letting his cock free. You feel the tip nudge your clit and you nearly pull away but he grabs your hips and keeps you pinned down. You turn around to look at him as he runs the head through your folds, coating himself in your juices before slowly pushing into your cunt. Your fingers grip the cushion as he growls in your ear while sliding in deeper. Your tight walls clench around him as he keeps moving until his hips are against your ass, completely bottomed out inside of you.

“Fuck!” you moan as he grabs your hips in a tight grip and adjusts you both until you’re propped on your knees with your hips raised as he sits on his knees behind you. You push yourself up on your hands but he grabs the back of your neck and pushes you back down.

“Face down, ass up, baby,” he growls as he starts to move, stretching you out while keeping your face buried in the pillow while the other holds your hips up.

He starts off slow and steady, testing the waters as you whine pathetically but still not outright asking for more. Your stomach twists as he hits that deep spot every time while his hands are sure to leave bruises on your skin. He starts to get tired of slow and steady and holds onto your hips with both hands as he slams deep into you, jerking your forward a bit as you yelp in surprise at the sudden change of pace. You don’t get the chance to ask any questions before he sets a rough brutal pace, his cock hitting every inch and crevice while your walls clamp around him.

“You were practically begging to be fucked,” he growls and you whine as you glance at him, trying to ask what he’s talking about but every thrust knocks the wind out of you. “Prancing around in these tight ass shorts.”

The shorts in question are bunched around your thighs as he fucks you mercilessly like a feral beast at the end of his rope. Your eyes roll back as the cord in your stomach pulls taut as he continues, completely unfazed.  At this point, he could go on for a long time with how pent up he was. It was as if you were completely unaware of the effect you had on him but one thing for sure is that you definitely know now.

“I’m not done until this tight pussy is filled,” he moans. “Make sure you end up with some pups.”

Your head may as well be with fog as he continues to fuck you until that cord snaps and you tip over the edge in ecstasy but Bucky doesn’t stop. You whine as you try to squirm away but his grip stays firm until he stills inside of you and a certain warmth spreads inside of you. You feel his knot swell up, locking the two of you together as he fills you until there seems to be no space left and his cum starts to leak around his cock. Your heart is beating wildly as he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your face out of the pillow as he leans down until his mouth is at your ear.

“I hope you’re ready to start round two soon, baby,” he says and you can practically hear the smirk in his voice as you moan. “I’m not done with you yet, you little tease.”

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You meet his eye as you gulp down a glass of water. The sigh you let out as you finish it, makes him bite at his cheek.

“You want to fuck me so bad right now, it’s making you look stupid, baby.” You wriggle your ass as you stay slightly bent over the kitchen counter. He keep staring as he makes his way over to you, unable to help himself. Your lips ghost over his as you press your ass against his front, your head turned towards him.

“We talked about this- you know I gave you very extensive consent to fuck me while I am drunk.”

“Fuck- yeah, I know-”

“So? Do you need me to say it again?”

His fingertips dig into the soft give of your hips, brows furrowed deeply.

You lean in a little closer until your lips barely touch.

“Please fuck me, baby. I want it.”

It doesn't take him even a perceivable moment to rip your panties to the side and push two of his fingers inside of you. His mouth is on yours to muffle your gasp but it doesn’t muffle the slick sound of your pussy parting around his thick fingers.

“Fuck, you’re so wet-” Your’re moaning- biting his lip and fucking yourself back on him.

“Just fuck me, Barnes-”

Despite the hissed words, you’re wonderfully warm and pliable underneath his hands, spreading apart like dough. Your hands tug at his hair, and even though it sends a spark down his spine, he growls a quick, “Be fucking nice, baby.”.

You moan at that and he raises his brows behind you.

“Please fuck me”, you whine again, and it breaks his resolve immediately.

“Yeah, yeah alright- I’m”

As soon as your wet heat envelops him, he is scrunching his brows together-

“Fuck-”

“Fuck, James-”

He knows he should be careful you’re not bruising your hips against the counter but you’re clenching around him and it’s making his head spin.

You give him a pitiful whine as he bottoms out. You bent over the kitchen counter even more. He keeps his lips on your shoulders, panting as he starts to fuck into you at a slow and steady pace.

“You gotta... baby- stop-” another groan rips through him “-fucking clenching around me.”

“I- mnh- I like hearing you moan when- when I do it”, you manage between sharp breaths.

He nibbles at the skin of your shoulder, fucking you harder after the admission.

When he opens his eyes, he sees your reflection in the TV screen. He pushes the straps of your dress down and pinches your nipples, breathless at the view as he keeps fucking into you.

“So pretty baby- fuck-”

“I- I’m gonna cum- want you to cum inside of me-”

“Christ”, he groans, cupping both of your tits as he starts pounding into you, focused on the sounds he’s pulling from you.

"Fuck me harder", you gasp, your nails digging into his skin as you hold on to his arm. He grasps the counter with his metal arm, grunting as you cry out again.

You both dissolve into a series of slapping, animalistic sound, unintelligible words murmured into skin until he can feel you pulse around him-

The silence is almost deafening, your harsh breaths muffled against the counter.

He watches, hypnotized, as his cum drips out of you, despite him being still buried inside. It splats against the kitchen floor.

You giggle.

His eyes snap up to find yours.

The quite lab assistant who worked at the compound.

He didn't have it in him to playfully flirt with you when you asked about his day. He actually liked talking to you, finding any excuse under the sun to keep the conversation going, poking at the little nick knacks you have on your desk so he doesn't have to leave so quickly.

Sharon hates the way he looks at you. Whenever he's around you, he looks at you with puppy eyes as if he's wondering how someone so sweet could possibly exist. She catches onto the way he's not the same with you as he is with others. He's called everyone in passing darlin' with a drawl of his voice but you're his doll. He's never used that with anyone else. That's reserved just for you.

She can't stand it.

At first she tries to pick you apart in subtle ways' maybe you'd finally realize you had no business talking to someone like Bucky.

"You're so pretty even though you wear glasses"

"Don't worry, that dress would still look good on your body type, its meant to suit everyone"

"I wish I was as brave as you to wear that! I'd love to have that much confidence but I could never"

She smiled sweetly while you pulled your lab coat closer together, clutching it tightly in your hand. Your heart sank to your stomach. You'd worn one of your favorite dresses, one many others had always said you looked perfect in but some how Sharon made you doubt that, despite her sugary smile.

Then she took it a step further to make sure you were more isolated, insisting you'd be uninterested in plans when the team wanted to go out. Purposely giving you extra work when they had drinks together. Anything to keep you sad and holed away in your lab while she kept Bucky all to herself.

She'd do anything to get rid of you.

She was almost certain everything was going accordingly to plan, inching closer and closer to Bucky during a movie night until she was pressed against him, sharing his blanket. Not that Bucky noticed since he was more distracted over the fact that Sam was also squished against him on the other side of the small couch. Sam was also buried under the now too hot blanket, his deep snores irrupting the movie having fell asleep on Bucky's shoulder.

"Damn bird brain" Bucky huffed, ignoring the fact that he pushed Sharon off while reluctantly adjusting himself so Sam's head wouldn't slip, shaking his head when Sam grumbled, trying to snuggle into Bucky more.

"Bet you wish that was y/n, huh" Tony wiggled his eyebrows and much to Sharon's distain, Bucky blushed. Not did he deny it.

It didn't matter though. She'd find a way to get Bucky's attention, it wasn't like you were real competition anyways. She figured you'd have the sense to like someone better suited for you, someone in your league, definitely not the very handsome Sergeant.

That was until she found out you had a crush on the super soldier yourself. You'd let it slip out during a conversation with Nat, not realizing there was someone near the lab. Sharon didn't think you actually had a chance with Bucky but it didn't matter.

At this point she didn't care about what it took.

She was sick of the way Bucky was soft over you.

So she took a more direct approach.

"Y'know, I heard someone has a little crush on a certain super soldier" Sharon smirked, wandering to your table, tinkering with one of your tools while you looked at her like a deer caught in head lights.

How did she know?!"

"I-I don't-

"Oh please y/n, everyone knows" the blonde rolled her eyes at your gaping mouth before continuing, "I just thought I should let you know that he's not interested"

You felt like you had been punched in the stomach, the hurt expression on your face made her satisfied,.

"Oh" Was all you mustered out, embarrassed beyond belief while she shrugged. You blinked back tears while Sharon squeezed your shoulder out of faux concern, handing you a tissue.

"I'm so sorry, honestly I just thought you should know because he likes me. And I like him. So it would be best for you to move on, because were seeing each other" It didn't matter if it was a lie because she intended on making it real soon enough.

From that day, you avoided everyone in the compound like the plague, throwing yourself into work, feeling ridiculous for having even thought of Bucky that way. Of course he'd never go for someone like you, you should've known that from the start.

Sharon's plan was short lived after she overheard Bucky worriedly asking Tony about where you'd been all week since he hadn't seen you. After some endless teasing, Tony reassured him you were fine and just busy with lab work, not knowing the true reason as to why you'd overloaded yourself.

Sharon despised the pink that decorated Bucky's cheeks whenever someone said your name.

She hated that she'd seen him walking by the lab hallway in search of you.

She'd do anything to end all of this.

Including hurt you.

-

You made your way down to the gym hoping to sweat some of your unrequited feelings away, putting on your headphones before hopping on the treadmill. Sharon walked in moments later, blonde hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her toned body on full display in nothing but a sports bra and some tiny shorts.

You felt even worse.

You tried to stay hidden, deciding 15 minutes would be enough, though your escape was cut short with Sharon caught your arm just as you were about to leave.

"How about we spar for a bit" She smiled sweetly, giggling at your confused expression. You'd never sparred in your life, in fact this was probably the third time you'd even used the gym the entire time you'd lived at the compound.

"Sharon, I-I don't think that's a good idea, I've never-

She cut you off, dragging you to the mat, practically shoving you to the middle with more force than necessary.

"It's fine! I mean, it's good for you to learn since you work here n'all C'mon, I'll help you and show you what to do" Before you could say anything, Sharon had flipped you onto the mat, twisting your arm behind your back without warning. You gasped in pain as she gripped harder, pulling further up your back until she heard your joints crack.

"Let-let go" You winced out, confused over what part of sparring this was, your body hitting the floor when she released her grip.

"Ops" Sharon pouted with faux innocence, taking a long sip from her water while you hissed in pain, seeing the formation of a bruise already forming on your arm.

"SHARON"

Sharon squeaked in surprised at the loud voice that boomed through the gym, bouncing off the walls. Her eyes shot up to see a very angry super solder making his way over to the mat, eyes darkening as they landed to your injured form on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

"Bucky, we were just-

"Don't" Bucky growled through gritted teeth, rushing over to your side, and slipping his arm around your waist.

"Angel, are you okay?" He cupped your cheek, helping you to your feet and taking your hand in his, examining it with the utmost care. "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"M'all right" You nodded, your face heating up under his gaze, still a little shaken, your body trembling.

"How the fuck could you hurt her" Bucky spat, his metal hand clenched to his side, itching to punch Sharon in the jaw, having seen what she had just done but he didn't want to deal with the mess that would come afterwards. "The hell did you do that for"

"Excuse me? I was just showing her how to-"

Bucky's jaw clenched, instantly shutting her up. He refused to let go of you, keeping you firmly tucked into his side, growing unbelievably protective over you.

"Fine, go ahead, I'm sure she's different from all your other little side pieces" Sharon scoffed, smirking at the way your face fell. Bucky felt like he'd been hit in the chest; you were far more than any of his hook ups and he'd never considered treating you that way.

"You. Don't. Touch. Her" He glared her at before walking off with you. After the incident, Bucky insisted you go to the doctors to get checked over, waiting outside of the room like a kicked puppy. He couldn't help but feel guilty that all this had happened because of him. He also wondered that you thought.

Did you think he'd just use you for one night?

He would never.

He knew he wasn't into dating. He gave up on the dream of getting married, having kids, all that years ago. But that was before he met you. Ever since you'd thrown him a shy smile along with the softest hello Sergeant Barnes, Bucky had been a goner.

If his feelings were was bad before, it was even worse now.

You were told to ice your arm for the pain and swelling. Bucky had swept you away right to the kitchen, despite you telling him you'd be fine, plopping you onto the kitchen island wrapping an ice pack in a towel. He held it to your arm, frowning at the way you refused to look at him, your face downcast to the floor.

"Doll?" Bucky wrapped his arms around you for a comforting hug, wondering if the altercating with Sharon was still upsetting you, "Are you okay sweets? I missed you, haven't seen you in ages"

"I-I'm fine, I'm sorry" You pulled away from his arms, remembering Sharon's words from earlier, instantly missing the warmth of his body. "I know you don't feel the same way Bucky" You bit your lip to keep it from trembling.

Bucky blinked in confusion, having no idea what you were talking about. What did he not feel the same way over.

"What do you mean y/n"

"I mean I like you-but I know you don't like me that way so I kept myself busy so I wouldn't bother you because Sharon said-

"Wait, slow down, what did Sharon say"

You sighed before recounting all the things that had lead to this moment, Sharon insulting you, then telling you to back off, to straight up fighting you.

"Oh doll" Bucky shook his head, feeling worse over what had happened but over the moon over your confessed feelings, "She's right you know," He teased at the pout that made it's way to your lips before playfully pecking them, catching you by surprise.

"I don't do relationships. Certainly never had before. That was before I met the sweetest thing in the world and she's had my heart since" Bucky whispered, his hands, one warm, one cool cupping your cheeks, "She has me dreamin' of sayin' I do and that white picket fence, a ring on her finger, a pretty little baby bump with flowers on the window sill. Maybe a baby boy n' a baby girl. Maybe even a cat. She's the cutest little lab assistance and I'd love for her to be my girl, sweets"

Bucky held your face in his hands, his thumbs caressing over your warm cheeks while you grew bashfully shy, burying your face into his chest instead, making him chuckle.

"I didn't think you were the relationship type" You shrugged, toying with his dog tags, "I'm not you're darlin' Bucky"

“What?” You half laughed.

“Little Nathan. You smell like a baby.”

“Oh, is that a good thing?” You tipped your hips and tightened your muscles around his cock, wanting him to move again.

He moaned.

“Mm-hmm.” Bucky began to move, slowly pulling nearly all the way out and then pushing deep. “Wanna play at making a baby?”

You giggled. God, no one made you giggle like him.

He kissed you, nipping at your lips, tongue trailing along yours, smiling against your mouth.

“You have the best giggle.” He mummled.

Damn, but you love to make him happy. It wasn't work, or anything forced. It just happened when you were together and you knew it was precious to him. Bucky didn't think so, but you know he was miles out of your league. Yet here he was giving you that look. It was the best aphrodisiac on the planet.

“I’m going to fill that pretty pussy.” His voice lowered into that timber that turned your belly to fire.

You reached down and dug your fingers into the meat of his ass. His eyes closed. “Yes,” You bit your lip. “I want you to fill me up.”

“Hmmm.”

His pace increased. You rocked together. Bodies hot and wrapped around each other. The tension grew.

“Yes, Buck.” You nipped at his ear.

“Ah, you…” He moaned. “You growing, ah, round with my child.” Bucky’s pushed deep, his arms tightening like he wanted to crawl inside of you. “Mine. Ours. Oh fuck.”

Your mind spun. Damn, you loved him. Your body sung. Fuck, he felt so good. You felt on fire. “Yes.” Tears burned your eyes. “Bucky, ah, yes. Ours.”

His pace increased. Bucky kissed you desperately, wet and messy. “Love you. Fuck.”    

Your toes curled and your fingers dug into his back. You began to shake.

“That’s it.” Bucky purred. “Come for me, beautiful.” He panted. “Let go. Ah, fuck. Gonna fill you up. Fuck.”

Liquid fire spread through your body, making you tense, shaking, bringing bliss. Tears slipped from your eyes.

“Yes,” Bucky moaned. “Yes. So wet. So sweet.” His hips snapped. “Fuck, fuck.”

Quivering, floating, your whispered, “put a baby in me.”

Bucky thrust fast and deep, groaned loud, and coming hard.

Panting for a moment, he chuckled. He lifting himself on his arms and stared down at you. A smile spread across his gorgeous face. It widened when you moaned as he made one more thrust into your sensitive cunt.

A wicked glint grew in his eye.

“What?” You giggled.

“My cock is staying right here until you have my come overflowing from you.”

Your laugh was drowned out by his kiss.  

Your face flushed with embarrassment as you turned back to your friends, though only Bucky was looking at you. From across the campire, you could clearly see the triumphant smirk he wore, his eyes dancing with amusement at scaring you so easily with his story and his exclamation. Anger surged through you and you glared at your ‘friend’, but that only made him smirk wider.

You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Unbidden, the image of kissing Bucky’s smirk away appeared in your mind’s eye, and you nearly groaned at yourself. You’d had a crush on Bucky since you’d met him, stupid fluttery feelings in your stomach every time his eyes caught yours, your heart beating fast whenever you were in close proximity to him. But, just as you always did, you buried those feelings down deep, reminding yourself Bucky had never shown any interest in you. The two of you were only forced to hang out because of your friends.

Looking around at the others, you were relieved to find that no one else had seen your embarrassing reaction to Bucky’s story. Your best friend Yelena Belova was cuddling up with her girlfriend Kate Bishop, the two of them lost in their own world with their heads bent close together as they whispered to each other. Your other close friend Natasha Romanoff was cozied up with Steve Rogers—Bucky’s best friend and the reason you’d met the brunet in the first place. 

Your relief was short-lived, though, because Steve and Nat had seen Bucky scare you, and your well-meaning friends jumped to your defense. 

“Don’t be an ass, Buck,” Steve chided while Nat threw a marshmallow at Bucky’s head. It hit him square in the forehead, but your satisfaction over their retaliation was dimmed by the embarrassment that you needed them to come to your defense in the first place. 

Bucky grinned unrepentantly, catching the marshmallow and stuffing it in his mouth. He bared his teeth at you across the campfire while he chewed up the soft treat, his lips pulled back in a gruesome smile so you could see him eating. “It’s not my fault the princess is such a scaredy cat,” he said once he’d finished the marshmallow. His wide grin looked wolfish and slightly terrifying in the shadows cast by the fire, but you still found him handsome—you wanted to curse yourself.

Instead, you directed your anger at Bucky. “I’ve told you a million times not to call me that, asshat,” you bit out through gritted teeth. “Besides, you just made up that story to fuck with me,” you accused, pointing your finger at him from across the fire, completely forgetting you had an audience. “A woman damned by her poor dating choices? Why don’t you just tell me I have shitty taste in men—it’d be a lot easier,” you seethed. 

The brunet across the campfire only looked more and more victorious as you spoke, his grin gloating like he’d proved some point you were unaware of. “Fine, princess,” he said, emphasizing the nickname you’d told him not to call you. “You have shitty taste in men.”

Before your righteous anger could work up a rebuttal, Yelena’s head popped up from her huddle with her girlfriend and she looked at you expectantly, her green eyes sparkling innocently. “Are we talking about your love life again?” she asked. “Because I still have questions about how that last guy you went out with talked you into paying for both you and him.” 

Your face flamed with even more embarrassment to have that story told again in front of Bucky, knowing it only proved his point. “He wouldn’t shut up about women being golddiggers,” you hissed at your best friend, opening your eyes wide to show her how annoyed you were with her. “I only did it to make him stop so I could leave.” 

“Oh yeah,” Yelena said laughing, remembering when you’d told her the story the day after the date earlier that week. She turned to Kate, who wore an affectionate smile when she looked at your best friend. “Then he had the audacity to ask for a second date.” Yelena turned back to you, “What did I say you should’ve told him?” Without waiting for your response, she went on. “Oh yeah, ‘Why, so you can get another free meal? Who’s the gold digger now?’” Yelena and Kate laughed, while Nat and Steve chuckled.

“Sounds like a deadbeat,” Bucky quipped, his blue eyes sharp as he watched for your reaction. Though you knew he was only saying it to rile you up, it worked. 

Shoving yourself to your feet, you stood up suddenly, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. It was one thing to hear your friends laugh at your dating misfortunes, but it was another to have to listen to Bucky join in. The only reason you went out with anyone else was because you were so certain Bucky didn’t have feelings for you and to hear him mock your choices only made the pain of your unrequited crush more acute. In that moment, it was more than you could bear. 

“I think that’s enough scary stories for me for the night,” you said, side stepping the log bench where you’d been sitting as you began to make your retreat. “I’ll see you all in the morning—g’night.” You barely got the words out before you were turning away, preparing to make your way to your tent, which was set up with the others a ways away from the fire. 

“Aw don’t go, princess,” Bucky called, and you stopped for a moment, letting your stupid crush get the better of you as you turned back. A ridiculous part of you hoped he’d apologize or say something nice that would convince you to return to the campire. Instead, Bucky only smirked smugly and you knew you weren’t going to like what he was about to say. “Just admit you were scared and I’ll keep you company tonight—I’m not some deadbeat asshole, I’ll make sure the ghost doesn’t get you.” He waggled his eyebrows and grinned at you suggestively. 

“Buck!” Steve snapped, while Nat hurled a whole box of graham crackers at Bucky’s head. He caught it, though, his grin never fading as he watched you, his blue eyes sparkling in the firelight. His whole expression made it clear he was laughing at you and you shook your head, turning away without giving him the satisfaction of a response and stalked to your tent.

As you got ready for bed, you refused to acknowledge the tears that were stinging the backs of your eyes and focused instead on your anger. Bucky had been in rare form that night and you couldn’t think of any reason why he’d tormented you so much. Sure, he liked to tease you, but it was normally playful.

After all, you and Bucky inevitably got paired up on group outings, so you’d spent plenty of time with him and he could be fun to be around. You liked the same books and movies, and he always had a funny story to tell to keep your mind off the fact that your friends often ignored the two of you while you were all hanging out. You’d thought you and Bucky were friends, which only made your feelings for him all the more real. But after his teasing around the campfire, you weren’t sure you ever wanted to see him again.

You puzzled over Bucky’s behavior while you changed into your pajamas, a cute matching set of tight plaid thermal pjs to ward off the October chill. When you’d bought them for the camping trip your friends had decided to take, you’d wanted to look cute on the off chance of Bucky seeing you while wearing them. But as you slid into your sleeping bag, thick socks on your feet, you were just happy they were warm.

As you settled into your sleeping bag and turned off your electric lantern, you heard your other friends retreating to their own tents. Soon, the forest was quiet, the rustling of the trees in the soft wind was the only sound you could discern. It was too quiet. 

You and your friends all lived in Brooklyn and you weren’t used to the silence of nature so it put you a little on edge. Still, your exhaustion from the hike up to the campsite and the long day started to get the better of you and you could feel sleep starting to drag you under. But then there was a sharp snapping sound somewhere in the woods and you jerked back from the brink of sleep. 

Heart racing in your chest, you listened closely, but didn’t hear anything else. Thoughts crashed through your mind, images of growling beasts and ghostly figures all crowding in around your tent. Natasha had told a story about a serial killer who’d picked off campers in the very woods where you were laying, and you clung to the edge of your sleeping bag as you watched the closed flap of your tent, half expecting something to try to get in. 

But as you cowered, scared and alone in your tent, your mind kept going back to Bucky’s story and the underlying accusation—you were going to die alone. The thought felt too large, too close, too overwhelming, especially in the cramped darkness of your tent. With a huff of frustration, you shoved yourself up from your sleeping bag, resolving to face whatever was out there in the forest. It seemed easier than confronting the fact that you weren’t ever going to find someone if you were still hung up on Bucky. Which, of course, you were. 

You pulled a jacket on over your pajamas and stepped into some fleece-lined clogs before leaving your tent, intending to sit by the dying fire and scroll on your phone to take your mind off everything. It was a little bit colder than when you went to bed, the wind having a chillier bite to it, so you wrapped your jacket around yourself and quickly made your way over to the campfire and the log benches surrounding it.

When you got close, however, you were surprised to find Bucky sitting there alone, staring deep into the rebuilt flames of the fire. The firelight cast shadows across his face, though they only helped to highlight his handsomeness—the cut of his jaw, the soft curve of his mouth, the shine of his brilliant blue eyes. He seemed lost in thought, his expression unbearably soft and it was only when you saw him like that that you realized he was normally guarded around you, even when he wasn’t teasing you. 

That confused you, because you didn’t understand what Bucky could have to be wary about around you, but then he looked up, catching your eye. You watched as the guarded expression you’d thought was normal took over his face, and quietly mourned the loss of his softness. 

“Too scared to sleep, princess?” he asked. Though his tone was teasing, there was a gruffness in his voice that took all the sting out of it. 

Not wanting to talk to him over the fire, your circled around and sat on the edge of the log Bucky was leaning against. He’d set up a blanket on the forest floor between the bench and the fire pit, and was sitting with his back to the log. You let Bucky’s question go unanswered as you held your hands out, warming them in the glow of the small fire. 

He pushed himself up so he sat on the bench, and you could see he was watching you out of the corner of your eye. “Or maybe you came out here to take me up on my offer,” he suggested, his voice dropping low and taking on a filthy edge. The sound of his roughened voice sent a tiny shiver down your spine, but you only glared at him, though that made him chuckle. He turned back to the fire and was quiet for a few moments. “Well, if you want to keep rehashing your shitty date and your shitty taste in men, I’m not your guy,” he said, a slight bitterness in his tone. 

You snorted derisively. “Why would I tell you about my dating life?” you scoffed, staring into the fire and shaking your head, not wanting to even look at Bucky. “You’ll just be a dick about it anyway.” Your voice was soft, and you immediately regretted the little bit of hurt that slipped into your statement.

Bucky shifted, almost like he was uncomfortable, but you didn’t want to look at him, sure he’d just sneer at you. “Yeah, well, all I’m saying is that if you picked better men, you wouldn’t be alone in the woods, the perfect prey for the ghost,” he said in a casual tone, shrugging like he didn’t actually care much. 

A caustic laugh burst from your mouth. For how much Bucky seemed to not care about your dating life, he sure didn’t mind making his opinion about it known. Anger flared hot in your chest as you recognized the irony that if Bucky actually had feelings for you, then you wouldn’t be stuck dating shitty men who’d never compare to him. Opening your mouth to shoot back some kind of retort, you were cut off abruptly by a sharp snapping sound deep in the forest.

Acting on instinct, you let out a little yelp and shuffled down the log bench until your body collided with Bucky’s. You plastered yourself to his side and clung to his arm, glancing over your shoulder into the darkness of the woods, but seeing nothing. After a moment of silence, you were distracted from your fear by the thrilling feel of Bucky’s muscular bicep beneath the soft cotton of his shirt and you squeezed him harder in your hands.

Bucky chuckled huskily as he looked down at where you clung tightly to him. “Geez princess, you really are a scaredy cat,” he teased, but his tone was softer, almost affectionate. 

You glanced up at him, catching a fond sparkle in his eyes that sent your heart fluttering. The glare you’d intended to give him melted from your expression, and you looked away quickly, eyes darting around the edge of the clearing that held the fire pit. You refused to react to Bucky’s teasing, or the strange look in his eye, especially since you didn’t know what it meant, or if you could even trust it. 

Huffing another amused laugh, Bucky peeled his arm from your death grip, and you had to bite back a whine at the loss of his firm muscle pressed against your chest. But instead of pushing you away like you expected, he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in close until you were pressed to him from thigh to chest. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll keep you safe from the big, bad ghost,” he said in that same warm, teasing tone. 

Grumbling to hide the way your heart was soaring at the closeness of you and Bucky, you burrowed into his side as reluctantly as you could manage. “This doesn’t mean I’m taking you up on your offer,” you said, trying to make your voice sound firm. But you were far too happy to bury your face in Bucky’s shoulder to sound very stern. You inhaled Bucky’s scent, the clean freshness of his cologne mixed with the woodsiness of the campfire, and melted into his side. “I’m still annoyed at you for calling me out with your ghost story.” 

“Maybe I told that story so you’d learn a lesson, princess,” Bucky said, his voice low and gruff. You could’ve sworn you felt his lips brush against your hair and the faint sound of him breathing deeply, like he was inhaling your scent. 

It threw you off for a second, but you still managed to find enough skepticism to scoff, “What lesson?”

“That the guys you pick to take you out will leave you in the forest to be killed by a ghost,” he murmured, a hint of humor in his tone. That humor should’ve riled you, but you were distracted because it felt like Bucky was nuzzling the top of your head gently, the scruff of his jaw brushing against you. But that couldn’t be right, you couldn’t think of why he’d be acting so affectionately. 

For a moment, you wondered why Bucky was being so nice, but then his words sunk in and you let out a very unladylike snort. “I do my best,” you hissed back, though there wasn’t much anger in your tone. You felt too safe in Bucky’s arms to be mad. “It’s not like online dating is easy.” You took a deep breath, settling further into Bucky’s side, snuggling deeper against his warm chest. “I don’t know why you care so much anyway.”

Bucky was quiet for a long while, so long you didn’t know if he’d respond at all. Not that you minded. Cuddling up to him in front of the campfire was nice—so nice you started to imagine what it would be like to be his girlfriend. But you squashed those ideas quickly, not wanting to get your hopes up that Bucky would ever return your feelings.

Finally, Bucky took a deep breath, and you got the sense he was dragging himself out of his own thoughts. “Because if you start dating some idiot, you’re gonna start bringing him around and I’m going to have to put up with him, princess,” Bucky said, but there was something new in his tone. Almost like regret. He went on, sounding more like his obnoxious teasing self, before you could figure it out though. “And I can’t stand to see you dating dumbass fucking idiots.” 

You rolled your eyes, but the way he nuzzled you, his jaw brushing against the crown of your head, softened your annoyance. In the silence that followed Bucky’s statement, there was another snapping sound in the woods, closer than before, and you burrowed deeper into Bucky’s chest, letting his warmth comfort you.

Part of you wanted to be embarrassed and ashamed for taking comfort in a guy who liked to torment you a little too much, but the part of you that’d had a crush on Bucky for years was just happy to be given an excuse to cuddle him. Even if you ended up never being more than friends with Bucky, you couldn’t help yourself from taking the scraps of affection he was offering in that moment. 

Bucky laughed lowly at the way you were clinging to him, squeezing his waist tightly in your arms, but he didn’t try to move away or peel you off him. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it. You pushed that thought away as soon as it flitted across your mind, chalking it up to Bucky only enjoying the fact that he could tease you for being scared.

“Do you really think a ghost would be making all that noise, princess?” he teased in a quiet voice. You were pressed so tightly against his chest, you could feel his voice rumble in his ribcage, and you relaxed at the pleasantness of it, which only served to make you the perfect target for Bucky’s torment. “Nah, she’d just sneak up on you, completely silent, and then she’d GETCHA!” Bucky’s hands moved quickly, squeezing the sides of your waist and making you shriek in surprise. 

Jerking out of his grasp and sitting up, you fixed your harshest glare on Bucky, but he only grinned wide, wholly unrepentant for scaring you—again. With adrenaline pumping through your veins, you smacked his chest, then did it again because it felt too good to take out your frustration on him. “You asshole,” you seethed, shifting to face him so you could hit him some more, though you weren’t putting much strength into your blows. A small, distant part of you thrilled in the way your swats seemed to barely affect him, his grin only widening as he laughed at your reaction. “It’s not funny!” you insisted. “I’m never going to be able to sleep if you keep fucking scaring me, dickhead!”

You were so distracted by your half-hearted assault on Bucky’s chest, you didn’t notice the way his hands were grabbing your hips. He used your momentum to haul you into his lap, manhandling you until your legs straddled his thighs and you were seated on top of him. 

Your hands stilled and you blinked, unsure how exactly he’d maneuvered you so smoothly while he’d been under attack. But then you caught Bucky’s eye and noticed a heat buried in the depths of his blue gaze. A warmth flared in your core in response, making you want to squirm, but you held yourself perfectly still, not yet sure whether you should try to flee. Your heart was beating hard in your chest.

“C’mon, princess, how could I resist?” Bucky teased, his voice low and deep, making wetness pool between your thighs. He smirked at you, the expression so filthy the heat in your core twisted, a warm throb starting an incessant drumming in your core. But Bucky had to go and ruin the building heat. “You’re just so fucking easy to scare.”

That broke the spell he’d woven over you and your face contorted in an annoyed frown while anger flared in your chest. You remembered you were mad at him for scaring you so many times and you started hitting him again. You put some more power behind your smacks and shoves, gritting out, “Shut up, asshole.” 

When he only laughed some more, you wriggled on his lap, trying to push yourself off him. But instead you ended up sliding closer to his chest, your core settling over something hot and hard in Bucky’s pants. You froze, your eyes widening as they flicked to Bucky’s. He smirked, the expression downright filthy on his smug face and you had the urge again to kiss it off him. 

You didn’t know who moved first, whether you gave in to the desire to kiss the smirk from Bucky’s lips or if he grabbed your face and dragged you in, but suddenly your lips were colliding. His mouth was hot and demanding on yours, a contrast to the softness of his lips. A heady moan worked up your throat as you finally kissed the man you’d had a crush on for years, finding it was better than you ever could’ve imagined.

Your hands, which had just moments ago been half-heartedly pummeling Bucky’s chest, were roaming all over him, digging into his hair, gripping his shoulders, stroking down his corded biceps. You couldn’t stop touching him anywhere you could reach while he devoured your mouth with the hunger of a starved man. 

Bucky’s teeth sank into your lower lip, just shy of painful, and you gasped softly, giving him entrance. He made quick work of licking into your mouth, taking possession of you in seconds. You sighed, clinging to him as he explored your mouth, your tongues stroking against each other. 

Your hips began moving of their own volition, rocking your center against Bucky’s bulge as you felt it twitch and grow between your thighs. You whimpered into Bucky’s mouth and he swallowed the sound down. He groaned as his hands fell to your ass, holding you firmly as you moved. 

“Fuck, princess, you keep grinding on me like that and I promise to stop scaring you forever,” Bucky rasped, gritting his teeth as you dragged your clothed center against his hardness. His fingers were digging deep into your ass, groping your soft flesh while you moved.

“Bucky,” you whined softly, hands buried in his hair and tugging on the strands as your body rolled and writhed on his lap. Your pleasure was building within your core and you knew if Bucky let you, you could get off on just grinding against him, but you wanted more. “Bucky.” 

“Yeah, baby, say my fucking name,” Bucky growled in a deep, gravelly voice. He leaned in, pressing kisses to your cheek and jaw, nipping at you lightly and making you gasp. “Bet none of those fucking idiots you date ever made you feel this good, huh?” His fingers flexed against your ass, gripping you possessively and making you hump harder against him. “Never made you turn into a sweet little cockslut just by rubbing against their bulge, huh?”

His words rattled around your empty head before settling deep into your core, making your need for him burn brighter. You gasped for air like there wasn’t enough oxygen in the October night to keep you from going light-headed. “Never got that far,” you admitted, shaking your head before tipping it to the side, giving Bucky room to trail kisses down the column of your throat. “Never felt this good.”

You didn’t have time to worry about revealing too much—about coming too close to admitting you couldn’t bring yourself to fool around with any of your dates because you wished they were Bucky—because in the next moment Bucky was shoving open your jacket, his chilly hands pressing beneath the top of your thermal pajamas, making you gasp before the feeling of his touch sank in and the sound devolved into a moan. You arched your back into his touch as he skimmed his hands up your sides beneath your shirt. 

“Mm, good,” he rumbled in that deep voice that did things to you. His hands were pushing your shirt up, his fingers warming against your skin. “None of those jackasses deserve to see you like this, princess,” he said, kissing down from your neck while he pushed your top up and you trembled with the knowledge that his lips were moments away from touching your peaked nipples. 

Still, his comment plucked at your annoyance. “And you do?” you shot back, your voice more breathy than challenging, but you knew you got your point across when Bucky paused and tilted his face up to look at you. You managed to raise your eyebrows in defiance even as your lips were parted and panting, needy breaths escaping you. 

Bucky grinned, no shame in his face for all his teasing and mocking. He cupped your cheek in one of his big hands and drew you in until your lips just grazed his. You tried to close the distance and kiss him, but he retreated, making you wait until you were whining for it. “I’m the only one that fucking deserves you, princess,” Bucky muttered before capturing your lips in the hottest kiss you’d ever had. 

His mouth was rough and possessive on yours, his teeth nipping at your lips and soothing the sting with his tongue before plunging inside your mouth and making you moan. With the assault on your senses, it took you a moment for Bucky’s words to sink in, but when they did, you kissed him back just as passionately, sucking on his tongue and grinding hard against his bulge, your hands in his hair tugging on the strands for leverage. 

“Fuck,” he bit out when he pulled away, both of you gasping for air. He’d barely taken a breath before his lips were back against yours, not kissing you, just pressing close. “You’re goddamned perfect, princess.” His hand slid down from your cheek to wrap around your throat, pushing you back so he could look at you. 

Bucky’s eyes were shining in the warm glow of the campfire, his pupils blown wide with desire and he paused for a moment, taking you in. His eyes trailed from your parted, kiss-swollen lips down to your heaving chest, your shirt pushed up to nearly bare your tits to the October night. Finally, he looked down at your clothed center, watching as you dragged your core slowly against his lap. 

“Yeah that’s it baby, grind that sweet pussy against my cock,” he rumbled, swatting your ass lightly to get you moving faster again. “Good girl,” he said in a low growl that was practically a purr. His words sent heat pulsing through your body as you smiled at his praise.

Your movements were slow, sensual, almost teasing as you rolled your hips and dragged your damp core against his hard bulge. You could feel yourself soaking through your panties and you just hoped you didn’t leak through your pajamas, too. Somehow you knew Bucky would tease you if you left a wet spot on his jeans. But, as you thought about it, you realized you might like it. 

While you worked your hips faster, Bucky pushed the front of your top up, baring your tits to the cool October chill. Your nipples were already pebbled from the cool air and your arousal and Bucky hummed in appreciation at the sight. “Mm, such pretty tits, princess,” he murmured, groping your breasts with his big hands. You gasped and arched your back, offering yourself to him further, which only made him grin in smug satisfaction. “So soft and fucking perfect,” he mumbled as he lowered his mouth to one of your nipples, speaking against your skin, “Perfect princess tits.” 

He sucked the tight peak into his hot mouth and you couldn’t have stopped the filthy moan from escaping you even if you’d wanted to. “Fuck, Bucky,” you whimpered, threading your fingers through his hair to hold him against your chest as he sucked and lapped at your nipple. Every pull and graze of his tongue sent pulses of pleasure straight to your core, making your clit throb. “Feels sooo good,” you moaned, rubbing yourself harder against Bucky’s cock, tossing your head back in bliss.

Bucky growled as he kissed across your chest to your other breast, nipping and sucking at your softness like he wanted to leave marks scattered all over your skin. “That’s right, princess, say my name,” he muttered while mouthing at the soft mound of your breast. “Let everyone know who’s making you feel so good.” He wrapped his lips around your nipple and sucked hard, making you cry out into the quiet night.

“Bucky!” you gasped, eyes closed with pleasure, your face tilted up to the October sky. Wind whispered through the trees, the soft sound of the leaves rustling barely heard above your panting breaths and the small growls of appreciation coming from Bucky. Pleasure rolled over you in heated waves and you felt your cunt throb desperately between your thighs. “Fuck, Bucky, please!”

Laughing against your heated skin, Bucky let your nipple fall from his mouth, his tongue laving over the tight peak and sending even more shocks of pleasure straight to your pulsing core. “You gonna come, princess?” he teased, his head tipping back and staring up at your blissed out expression. “Just from a little dry humping?” His teasing voice only made you hotter, your hips rolling harder and faster, grinding your clit against his bulge. “Those idiots you date left you really hard up, didn’t they? You gonna come just from riding my bulge while I suck on your pretty tits?” he asked mockingly, sucking on your nipple to make you cry out again.

“Oh god, Bucky, yes—‘m gonna come,” you cried in a thin, reedy voice, pleasure overwhelming you. You were so close, you just needed a little more…

But before you could find your release, Bucky’s hands dropped to your ass and he lifted you up, holding you aloft so all you could do was hump the air and sob at the loss of stimulation. Your head dropped down and you looked at Bucky, who had a hard, greedy look on his face. 

“No,” he said through gritted teeth when he knew he had your full attention. “You don’t get to come unless I allow it—d’you hear me, princess?”

You were too worked up to feel shame, so you whined loudly, your hands fisting in the shoulders of his shirt and jerking it impatiently. “Bucky, please!” you wailed, your hips squirming against Bucky’s firm hold, trying to break free and settle back on his lap so you could ride yourself to release. “Just let me come, please!” You fought harder against his hold, but he held you too tightly, and a part of you delighted in his strength. 

“Uh uh,” he tutted, grinning while you pouted at him. “Good girls ask permission to come.” 

The words were barely out of his mouth before you were begging. “Please, Bucky, please can I come?” You stared at him with wide eyes, tears of frustration making your vision swim. “Please, please, please!”

Bucky chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek. “Such an eager little cockslut,” he murmured, his tone mocking even as his words were warm with praise. “And while I’d love to watch you make yourself come on my bulge, I’d rather feel your sweet pussy come around my cock,” he said, a dark promise in his words that made you shiver.

Instead of settling you back onto his lap, Bucky guided you to stand. It took a moment for your shaky legs to hold you, but Bucky was patient. Once you were standing, he stood up too, his broad chest brushing your sensitive nipples through where your top had fallen down to cover them. You shuddered violently, clinging to him so your legs wouldn’t give out. Bucky’s fingers found your chin and tilted your face up to look at him.

“I’m gonna fuck you, princess, right here by the fire,” he said. His words were firm, but his eyes were searching, roaming over your face and taking in your reaction. “If that’s not something you want, you gotta tell me,” he murmured, his tone softer than you’d heard it all night. 

“I want it,” you said quickly, bouncing a little on the balls of your feet in excitement. In that moment, you wanted Bucky so much, you were willing to ignore the emotional mess you were going to be after he inevitably told you it could never happen again. You didn’t care if Bucky only wanted a one night stand, you saw your chance to be with the guy you’d had a crush on for years and you were going to take it, damn the consequences. “I want you, Bucky,” you said, sliding your hands down from his shoulders to his pecs, taking your turn to grope him. 

A pleased smile spread across Bucky’s face as his blue eyes took in your excited expression. “So eager, princess,” he commented, something like awe in his tone, gently edging out the teasing he was going for. You grinned and nodded, pressing up on your tiptoes to capture his mouth in a kiss. Bucky allowed it for a moment before pulling back, his eyes suddenly guarded in a way that made your stomach sink a little. “Jesus, are you like this with those guys you date?”

The question made you huff in annoyance and roll your eyes. You’d already practically told Bucky you hadn’t fooled around with any of your dates, so you didn’t understand where the jealous question had come from. Not knowing how else to put an end to that line of questioning, you gathered your courage, looked Bucky dead in the eye and confessed your deepest, darkest secret. 

“I only dated those guys because you didn’t seem interested,” you said firmly and clearly, making sure Bucky heard you. You watched as his expression shifted into a confused frown. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said, his hands flexing where they held onto your waist. “What’s that supposed to mean, princess?” he asked, his eyes searching your face. 

You gritted your teeth, annoyed that you had to spell it out for him. But you’d already come so far, you figured you might as well see it through. “It means I’ve had a crush on you forever, you idiot,” you bit out, glaring up at him, remembering all the teasing and mocking he’d done, especially that night. “But you’ve been such a jerk to me, I thought you didn’t like me.” 

Bucky was quiet for a moment, his expressionless face giving nothing away about what he was thinking, but then a smug smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Your stomach flipped and your heart fluttered with hope. 

“You’ve had a crush on me?” Bucky asked, some of the teasing back in his tone. You huffed an annoyed breath and tried to pull away, but Bucky held you firm in his arms, pulling you even closer. One of his hands snaked up your spine, wrapping around the back of your neck and holding you close to his chest so he could speak in your ear. “I’ve had a thing for you, too, princess,” he confessed in a hushed whisper.

You froze, all your limbs locking and even your breath stilling in your lungs. You couldn’t have heard Bucky right. There was no way he had a thing for you, not with the way he mercilessly teased and tormented you. Anger swiftly replaced your surprise and you jerked back, glaring up at him. 

“Don’t mock me, James,” you spit out, squirming in his hold and trying to get away. “It’s not funny.”

Bucky’s expression contorted in frustration, and he held you firm, not letting you get far despite your efforts. “I’m not mocking you,” he said vehemently. Wrapping one arm around your lower back and pinning you against him, Bucky caught your face in his other hand, holding you so tentatively your heart fluttered in your chest and you stilled. Bucky’s blue eyes were shadowed as he stared into your face. “Why do you think I give you such a hard time about all those jackasses you date, huh?” he asked, a pleading note in his voice. “It kills me to see you go out with everyone but me.”

Your mind was reeling, it was hard to reconcile what Bucky was saying with what you thought you knew about your relationship with him. You wanted to believe what he was saying, but it was difficult. “You better not be messing with me, James,” you said, trying to sound firm but your voice was too soft to have much sternness. 

Bucky held your gaze with his own, staring deep inside you. “I’m not, baby,” he vowed. “I’m not.” He leaned in slowly, like he was giving you time to turn away. But you didn’t and when Bucky’s lips touched yours, you felt a shudder go through him like he was relieved. He kissed you softly, coaxing a sigh from your mouth that he breathed in with a low groan. 

It was a gentle, adoring kiss as Bucky put every ounce of his feelings for you into each slide of his lips against yours. You could feel the way he cherished you, the uncertainty he felt over revealing his feelings, and the depth of his affection for you. By the time he pulled away, giving you space to breathe, you felt overwhelmed by the heady emotions filling your chest. Bucky pressed his forehead to yours as you both caught your breath. 

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you whispered, your nose nudging Bucky’s. Your fingers were fisted in the front of Bucky’s shirt, clinging to him, knowing that you weren’t going to be able to let him go anytime soon. 

A sigh gusted past Bucky’s lips, brushing against yours with how close you were. “I didn’t know if you felt the same way,” he murmured, regret clear in his voice. “I didn’t want to lose you.”

That had you softening even more, and you reached up, your hands cupping his face, the stubble on his jaw coarse against your palms. “So you teased me mercilessly about my dating life until you could get me in your lap and grinding on you?” you asked, teasing him back for once. “That’s a much better idea than being honest,” you went on sarcastically. “Definitely very mature of you, Jamie.” A smile was flickering at the corners of your mouth but you held it at bay as you stared hard at Bucky.

A tentative grin spread across his face as his eyes darkened, his gaze dropping to your lips. “Call me that again, princess,” he urged, his voice rough as gravel and making your stomach dip in a far too pleasant way. His hands gripped your hips possessively, pulling you close until you felt his hardness against your belly, making you gasp softly. 

“Jamie?” you asked in a shaky voice, pressing against him and hiking one of your legs up like you wanted to climb him. Bucky groaned, capturing your lips in a fierce kiss as he gripped your thigh and held it up, helping you grind your core against his bulge. When he pulled away to trail kisses down your throat, nipping at your skin and leaving hickeys in his wake, you gasped. “Need you, Jamie—please!” You tugged on his shirt, helpless in your desire.

“Goddamn, princess, I could get used to hearing you beg so sweetly for me,” Bucky rasped, his stubble scraping against the sensitive skin of your neck and making you shiver. Warmth bloomed in your chest at his words, unfurling happiness in its wake. But then Bucky pulled away to tug his shirt up and over his head, distracting you from the tender feelings growing within you.

He’d pulled off the white undershirt he’d been wearing too so you were left stunned, staring at Bucky’s bare chest—all broad shoulders and golden skin that looked even more enticing in the firelight. You wanted to kiss every inch of him, learn the lines and curves of his body with your lips. But for the moment, you couldn’t move, your eyes too busy taking in the veins of his biceps and the definition of his abs. He was glorious. 

As you took in the sight of Bucky shirtless, he pushed your jacket off your shoulders, tossing it onto the bench behind him. He didn’t seem to have the same reaction of being stunned into motionlessness and his hands began roving over your body, touching every bit of you he could reach, his palms searching and greedy, like he couldn’t get enough of you. His hands were warm against the bared skin of your lower back where your shirt was still pushed up. 

“Tell me what you want, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his forehead dropping to rest against yours. He pulled you close, his hands pressing into your lower back until you were plastered against him and your feet bumped together on the blanket he’d lain down in front of the fire. 

His words finally broke you from your stunned silence and you reached up, placing both your palms on his chest, watching your hands slide over his broad shoulders before you lifted your gaze to meet his. “I want you to fuck me—here, now, please, Jamie,” you whispered, your voice shaking with how much you wanted him. 

The corners of Bucky’s mouth flickered with a smile, like he was trying to stifle it. Cupping your face in his hands, Bucky leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. “Well, when you ask so nicely, who am I to deny you what you want?” he murmured in a teasing tone against your mouth. Then he was pulling away and stripping you of your cute flannel pajamas. He lay you down on the blanket carefully, shucking off his jeans and not giving you any time to admire his thick thighs before settling between your legs. 

Only your panties and his boxer briefs were left separating your bodies, and you moaned when his hardness pressed against your slick folds through the fabric. You’d imagined the feeling of Bucky above you more times than you could count—had gotten yourself off to that fantasy plenty—but the reality of it was so much more wonderful than you ever could have imagined. Pulling Bucky down for a kiss, you writhed against each other, your legs wrapping around his thighs while he rolled his hips into your center. 

“Fuck, princess, you feel so good,” Bucky groaned when he pulled away. He braced himself on his forearms and stared down at you, his blue eyes dancing in the firelight. You could see the depth of his affection for you clear as day on his face and you realized he was letting you see him, really see him, for the first time. Cupping your face in one hand, he used his thumb to trace your lower lip, awe and reverence in his expression.

Seeing the way Bucky looked at you so adoringly filled your chest with a warm confidence, even as you grew slicker between your thighs. Lifting your head, you took Bucky’s thumb between your lips, your eyes going half-lidded as you sucked on him, wringing a tortured groan from him. 

You grinned around his thumb at the way his eyes darkened while he watched you. High on giddiness, you couldn’t help but nip at the pad of his thumb, breaking Bucky from the spell you’d woven over him as you’d sucked on him. He growled, pulling his thumb from your mouth and rising up onto his knees. He pushed your legs up so he could rip your panties from your legs. 

Once he’d flung them onto the pile of your clothes, and your legs had fallen back to the blanket, Bucky stilled, looking his fill of your fully bared body. You were naked and spread out on the soft blanket, the warmth of the fire licking against your side with only Bucky and the stars above as witness to all your glory. 

It occurred to you that you might feel self-conscious, but Bucky’s gaze was too hungry, too desirous as it roamed over your body. His eyes were devouring and he appeared to like what he saw, so you couldn’t find it in yourself to try to hide any part of you from him. Not when he was so greedy for the sight of you.

“My perfect, pretty princess,” he mumbled under his breath, like he was talking to himself. Heat filled you at his praising words and you luxuriated in the feeling of his desire, letting it fill you with warmth and arousal of your own.

After another long moment of looking at you, Bucky’s eyes collided with yours and he seemed to come back to himself. He reached for his jeans where they lay on the log bench amongst your other clothes and pulled something from his wallet. When he turned back to you, you saw it was a condom. He dropped it on your stomach then began working his briefs down over his hips. 

A thought had materialized in your mind when Bucky had produced the condom, but it flitted away into nothing as you watched him push his briefs down, revealing his thick cock. You could feel yourself get wetter and clenching down around nothing at the sight of him, his cock just as glorious as the rest of him. When it bounced free from the confines of his briefs, you had the urge to reach for him and see if you could wrap your hand around the girth of him, though you suspected your fingertips wouldn’t touch. That thought thrilled you even more.

As Bucky positioned himself between your parted thighs, he fisted his cock in one hand. You watched him pump the length slowly, nearly jealous of his hand even though you knew it wouldn’t be long before he was pushing inside you. Your slit twitched with the need to take him deep inside your cunt. 

Bucky’s other hand settled on your knee, his thumb rubbing small circles on the inside of your leg, drawing your attention back to him. When you met his gaze, he nodded to the condom on your stomach and asked, “D’you wanna do the honors, or should I?”

You picked up the foil packet and toyed with it between your fingers before looking up at Bucky shyly from under your eyelashes. “What if I said I didn’t want to use a condom?” you asked slowly, plucking the words from the courage in your heart, hoping Bucky wouldn’t want anything between you either. 

Tilting his head to the side, Bucky looked confused for a moment before he understood your meaning. His hand squeezed your knee. “You want me to fuck you bareback, princess?” he teased in a deliciously deep voice, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face. “You wanna feel me fuck you raw right here by the fire?”

Heat filled your face, but you were more aware of the wetness that was dripping from between your thighs—both at the way he teased you and the condom-less sex he was taunting you with. You met his gaze and admitted what you really wanted. “I wanna feel you without anything between us, then I want you to come inside me, Jamie,” you whispered softly, confessing to the fantasy you’d only dared imagine living out with him. 

You watched as Bucky’s eyes darkened at the idea, his mouth sucking in a sharp breath and his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your leg. His other hand had stilled on his cock and he seemed to be gripping himself tight, his cock twitching in his hand. For a moment, he didn’t say anything. 

“You’re on birth control, you’ve been tested?” he asked, biting out the questions while he lowered himself down over you, caging you in with his chest and arms until he blotted out the night sky above you. 

“Yes and yes—it was clear,” you answered quickly, smiling giddily at getting what you want. Your hands held onto his sides as you watched him position himself over you, his movements graceful as a predator. “Have you been tested?” you shot back, raising your eyebrows at him. 

He nodded slowly, holding your gaze captive. “It was all clear,” he answered before ducking down and slanting his mouth to yours in a heated kiss. Your fingers buried in his hair while he kissed you breathless. When he pulled away, he moved to whisper in your ear. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before,” he confessed, a secret just for you. 

“Me neither,” you whispered in return, nuzzling against his stubbled jaw. You could feel Bucky smile against your cheek and when he shifted up, you could see his expression had softened. He pressed a sweet kiss to your lips, both of you smiling too much to deepen it. 

Bucky lowered himself between your thighs, his thick, bare length sliding between your soaking folds and dragging a breathless moan from your lips that he swallowed down. He didn’t move to thrust into you, though, instead starting up a grinding rhythm, his cock teasing your dripping slit and coating himself in your wetness. “So wet for me, princess,” he rumbled, a smile in his voice as he rolled his hips in a mimicry of sex. 

He worked you both up until you were sweaty and desperate, panting for him, your hands trailing up and down his back, urging him to go faster and harder as your pleasure coiled tight in your center. Finally, you broke down and begged Bucky to put an end to the emptiness in your body. “Please, Jamie,” you cried softly in his ear. “Need you inside me—please, fuck me.” Your voice was was a whine filled with need. 

“Such a good girl when you’re desperate for cock, baby,” Bucky teased, but took pity on you. He reached between your bodies and lined up the tip of his hardness with your entrance. He dragged the head between your folds, chuckling when you whined. “You’re my precious little cockslut, aren’t you, princess?” he asked in that mocking tone that only made you hotter for him.

“Yes, Jamie,” you whimpered, your hips squirming and trying to take him inside you. But, maddeningly, he kept pulling away when you seemed close to pushing yourself onto the tip of his cock. Another whine escaped you, louder than before, though that only made Bucky growl.

“Say it,” he demanded, pressing wet kisses to your check while his breath ghosted against your skin. “Say you’re my precious little cockslut and I’ll give it to you.” He rose up, watching you react to his demands.

Delicious humiliation flooded through you, and you were surprised by how much it turned you on that Bucky was still tormenting you even when he was mere seconds away from fucking you. A part of you didn’t want to give in and give him what he wanted, but a bigger part was too desperate for him, so you said the words. “I’m your precious little cockslut,” you whimpered, pouting up at Bucky with pleading eyes.

“Good girl,” Bucky purred, grinning down at you. He pushed the head of his thick cock inside you, sinking into your wet heat. A high keening sound escaped your mouth as you delighted in the exquisite stretch of him filling you. “Oh fuck, princess, you’re so goddamned tight,” he gritted out as he pressed deeper, taking his time to stretch you out on his cock. “Fuck—so fucking perfect, so tight and warm,” he hissed, little tremors working through him as he held himself back from burying himself inside you in one quick thrust. “Jesus, fuck.” 

“So good, Jamie,” you gasped, pushing your hips up to take him deeper, not caring about the sting of his thick girth spearing you open. It was better than you ever could’ve imagined, the feeling of his hot, hard cock sinking into your tight cunt. You reveled in the feel of him, your arms and legs wrapped around him and dragging him deeper into the cradle of your body.

When Bucky was finally, blessedly buried inside you, you both let out a groan of pleasure and relief. A shiver worked its way down your spine, and you tightened your hold on his body, clinging to him desperately, not wanting him to pull away even an inch. At least, not yet, not until you’d committed the feeling of being connected to him so primally to your memory. 

“Christ, you feel too good, princess,” Bucky rasped, a hint of anguish in his tone, “‘m not gonna last long.” His hips moved in slow circles, grinding his cock into your cunt like he wanted to fuck himself even deeper inside you. 

Pleasure tingled in every nerve ending of your body, the most intense coming from your clit where Bucky was grinding into you. Bucky’s cock and his desperate movements had reignited the near-release you’d had while grinding on his lap. “S’ok, I’m close,” you murmured, barely able to get the words out through the unimaginable bliss. Of their own volition, your hips started rolling beneath Bucky, meeting his grinding thrusts as you took pleasure in each other’s bodies. 

“Fuck—I’ll give it to you how you deserve later,” Bucky promised, gathering you up in his arms, digging them beneath you so he could brace his hands against your shoulders. “All slow and sweet.” His movements were speeding up and you barely heard his words, only comprehending the meaning behind them. “I gotta fuck you now, baby, gotta fuck you hard and fast.”

“Do it, fuck me,” you gasped, your lips grazing the shell of his ear. You could feel him shudder at your words and you liked it so much, you kept talking, spilling the filthiest thoughts you’d ever had right into his ear. “Use my wet little pussy however you want—it’s yours, Jamie, all yours.”

“Oh fuck,” he bit out, his hips pulling back as far as your legs would allow before slamming into you, forcing a cry from your mouth. He grunted a pleased sound at your helpless cry and slammed into you again, wringing another from you. “Who knew you were such a filthy little slut, princess?” he teased in a hoarse voice, setting a fast, brutal pace as he fucked you, using his hands on your shoulders to hold you in place so he could pound into you as hard as he could. “Just for me, isn’t that right?”

You’d already been close and the fury with which Bucky fucked you only sent you spiralling into a haze of pleasure, to a place where you couldn’t form words or do much beyond take his cock and moan for him. “Uh huh, uh huh,” you babbled, wanting him to know who you belonged to as he pounded possessively into your cunt. 

“Don’t forget to ask for my permission to come,” Bucky warned in a harsh voice that matched the mercilessness of his thrusts. His hips were smacking your thighs, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust as he fucked you. 

Bucky’s face hovered above you and you could see the way it was contorted with pleasure, the light of the fire dancing across his features and making him look like some sort of depraved god. Dazedly, you thought you’d worship at his altar every day for the rest of your life if it meant having Bucky the way he was fucking you—so possessively, you knew he’d taken you seriously when you’d told him your pussy belonged to him.

When Bucky changed the angle of his hips, grinding against your clit with every thrust inside you, you were nearly lost as a heady wave of pleasure swept over you. At the last second, you remembered his warning. “Can I come?” you asked on a gasping breath. “Please, Jamie, can I come?” Your voice was high-pitched with a stifled scream, your nails digging into his shoulder blades as you clung to Bucky the same way you were clinging on to the edge of your release.

A pleased grin spread across Bucky’s face and he ducked down to give you a quick kiss, a reward for asking. “Come for me, princess,” he urged, fucking you harder and grinding purposefully on your clit. “Come on my cock.” 

At his permission, you let go, your world exploding as the most overwhelming pleasure you’d ever felt washed over you. You came with a strangled scream, burying your face in Bucky’s shoulder to muffle the sound, as your body shook from the intensity of your release. Your pussy clenched hard around Bucky’s cock and he grunted, fucking you through the tightening of your body and extending your pleasure. 

Bucky rutted into you, chasing his own release, and he found it mere moments later, your orgasm dragging it out of him. He groaned loudly in your ear as he spilled himself deep inside your cunt, fucking it deeper with short, hard thrusts. You moaned at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you, knowing he was filling you up with his come and the thought making more aftershocks of pleasure roll through your body. Together, you dragged out your orgasms, wringing every bit of pleasure from them as you could.

Finally, Bucky collapsed on top of you with a heavy sigh, settling his weight on you as you both caught your breath. Your skin was sweat-slicked and if it wasn’t for Bucky’s warmth, the October chill would’ve wormed its way into your body. But you were only blissfully content, basking in the ebbing pleasure of your orgasm and the feeling of Bucky’s cock still buried deep inside your pussy, his come overflowing and dripping onto the blanket beneath you. 

“Fuck, princess, that was incredible,” Bucky rumbled, gathering you into his arms and rolling your bodies to the side. He positioned you with your back to the fire, keeping your front plastered to his chest to keep you warm. “I hope you were serious about having a crush on me, because you’re never getting rid of me now.” His hand stroked down your spine and you shivered in pleasure.

Giggling, you snuggled deeper into his chest, biting affectionately at his pec. “Oh I was serious,” you confirmed, laughing at the grunt he made in response to your little nip. “I’m all yours.” You licked the place you’d bitten, soothing the sting, grinning at the groan he let out.

“Thank fuck,” he said on a sigh, hugging you tight against his body so you’d settle into his arms. “I couldn’t watch you go out with another dickhead idiot.” His voice was teasing, but you could hear the genuine emotion beneath it, making you smile against his chest. 

“Nope, just this dickhead idiot,” you teased back, squeezing him tight in your arms. Bucky laughed, swatting your ass lightly before you both relaxed and lay together, basking in the new intimacy of your relationship. 

Without looking up at Bucky, you knew you wore matching goofy grins, both of you happy and relieved to have finally revealed your feelings for one another. You were still a little stunned that he felt as strongly about you as you did him, but you were thankful he did—even if he’d only revealed it after teasing and tormenting you for years. 

You suspected that wasn’t going to end entirely now that you were together, but you didn’t mind it anymore. Besides, now that you knew Bucky reciprocated your feelings, you felt emboldened to tease him right back. You couldn’t wait to give him as good as he gave.

When the fire had burned down to embers, Bucky helped you up, pulling his shirt over your head to keep you warm while he put out the fire. He led you back to his tent and guided you inside. His sleeping bag was only made for one person, but you squeezed in together, neither of you wanting to sleep separately. You fell asleep entwined in each other’s arms, your head on Bucky’s chest and listening to the steady beating of his heart. 

-~-~-

The next morning, you and Bucky were the last to wake, which meant the others were already up and milling around the campfire when you both stumbled out of Bucky’s tent. You froze, Bucky bumping into your back when you saw all the wide eyes and stunned expressions on the faces of your closest friends. 

You watched as Yelena turned to Nat and the sisters exchanged a knowing look, identical smirks on their faces. Heat filled your face and you considered diving back into Bucky’s tent to hide from the inevitable questions that waited for you by the campfire. But before you could retreat, Bucky’s hands landed on your hips and he towed you forward.

“Eventful night?” Nat asked, a smile flickering at the corner of her mouth before she smoothed her face into a neutral expression. Though she tried not to show her reaction, you saw amusement dancing in her eyes.

“You could say that,” you hedged, sitting down on one of the log benches around the fire your friends had made to heat up breakfast. Bucky sat down right beside you, pulling your legs over his lap and wrapping an arm around your shoulders to hold you close. It felt like he was staking his claim on you, which was ridiculous since you were with your friends, but you enjoyed his possessiveness so you snuggled into him with a soft smile. 

Steve approached and handed you both mugs of coffee, a pleased smile on his face. He nudged Bucky’s shoulder and the best friends exchanged their own look while you took a sip of your drink. Steve, at least, seemed happy for you and Bucky.

“Wait, but I thought you guys hated each other,” Kate said, clearly confused by the turn of events. Yelena gave her girlfriend a patient look, leaning in to whisper in her ear while everyone else stifled their laughter. After a moment, a look of understanding dawned on Kate’s face and you realized she was the only one that hadn’t seen something between you and Bucky. 

Your face heated at the knowledge that you and Bucky hadn’t been hiding your feelings for each other very well, you’d both just been blind. Given the way Bucky seemed to use teasing as foreplay, you understood what everyone else had seen, even as you felt a little silly for being so oblivious.

“So was it the scary stories, the camping in the woods or the cold night that finally got you both to get your heads out of your asses?” Yelena asked once she’d turned back to you and Bucky. You choked on some coffee, spluttering for a minute before you laughed a little.

You rolled your eyes at Bucky’s question. You knew damn well he heard what you said. Even if he tried to ignore you, which he wouldn’t, his hearing would’ve easily picked up on your statement. He just wanted you to say it again.

Cocky son of a bitch.

“I said I want your cock in my mouth, Bucky,” you said, mouthing at his underwear as you gazed up at him. He throbbed against your lips through the cotton, which made you smile as you reached for the elastic. “Don’t you want that? Your cock so deep in my throat that I choke?”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned, lifting his hips so you could pull his underwear down more easily. Watching his cock bob free was a treat you’d never grow tired of. “Thought you would’ve told me to fuck your pussy.”

The two of you should’ve been up for the day, but you both ventured back to bed after getting up and brushing your teeth. You didn’t outright state that you wanted to cuddle, but you implied it as you moved close and burrowed yourself in his arms. He hadn’t said a word either, but you felt him smile when he kissed your forehead. The affection made you snuggle closer.

Which eventually led to the two of you grinding against each other and stripping down to almost nothing again.

Anyone who had Bucky Barnes in their bed wouldn’t want to wear clothes either.

You rose up on your knees, brushing your nipples against his torso as you slid up his body to fuse your mouths together. The vibration of his moan against your lips hit you in your chest and between your thighs, your cunt slick and ready for him. But you’d wait until he finished in your mouth first. This morning was about him.

“Fuck my pussy after you fuck my throat,” you stated, running your palms down his chest as you moved back down to where his hard cock waited for you and your eager mouth. You rubbed your cheek along the length of him before you swirled your tongue along the tip, smirking when he grunted. “Think I can swallow all of you down?”

“I know you can,” he moaned, which made you all the more eager to please him. “But you may lose your voice.”

You pressed a hand to his abs with a smirk. You had no doubt he could fuck your voice away if he really tried. It was a challenge you welcomed. “We’ll see about that, big boy,” you said, opening your mouth so he could slide in.

“Fuck, you look pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he praised, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you took him in with impressive ease. You wondered how he was able to fit in your mouth, but you chalked it up to being made to get fucked by super soldiers. A skill that very few had. “You’re too good to me.”

The world had punished him enough and you wanted to remind him that he deserved to feel good.

You moaned along his thick length, taking him in as deep as you could. Breathing through your nose, you felt the head touch the back of your throat as you whimpered. Your soft, wet mouth stretched around him and the tears springing to your eyes had to be a sight. You still managed to give him a seductive stare, like having his dick in your mouth was all you needed to feel good.

Can I come just from sucking Bucky’s cock?

He gripped the back of your head and forced you to stay down before he let you up, helping control the pace. “Fucking perfect. Can smell how wet you are, fuck,” he groaned.

You let your hand fall between your legs, gathering some of the wetness, before you cupped his balls and gently squeezed. He moaned as you let him feel exactly what he did to you, that your cunt nearly gushed from the heavy weight of him on your tongue. You wanted him to thrust deep in your throat and coat your insides until you couldn’t speak without the lingering taste of him.

I just want to be good for you.

“That’s it, doll. Suck my cock. Just. Like. That.” He grunted, grabbing both sides of your head as you whined. Tears spilled over by that point from how deep in your throat he was, but you blinked them away to look at him. He didn’t blink as he moved your head up and down, flames lit within his blue eyes as you nearly spluttered. “‘M close.”

It was a powerful feeling to have someone like Bucky get turned on by you. It drove you to suck him down more, stroking and licking, pushing him to lose control. He moaned as his head fell back, your body hot all over as pleasure began to take him over. It was a paradise you somehow created for him, but he needed to reach true euphoria.

You had to make him come.

One more thrust, your nose brushing the curls at the base of him, and he was gone. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he growled, tipping over the edge and keeping you on his cock as he came down your throat.

You inhaled as he released you, a string of saliva and his release dripping down your chin. Swallowing wasn’t something you enjoyed with past partners, but it was different with Bucky. Everything was. The lust between the two of you was insane, but it was deeper than that because you were his girl. He found something in you that no one else ever had. Which was probably one of the reasons you wanted to please him, to show him through your actions what he meant to you.

A range of emotions flickered across his face as his chest heaved, pulling your body up so you could rest against him. “You’re too good to me,” he said again, your eyes closing as he wrapped his arms around you.

He deserved it and more.

You sighed as he placed gentle kisses across your face, like he hadn’t just shoved his cock down your throat like you asked him to. It wouldn’t take him long to get hard again and you’d really be in for a treat since your pussy was begging for him to fuck that, too. You could wait another minute or so.

Bucky tipped your chin to bring water to your lips. You didn't question where he got it. “Not too rough?”

You smiled at his concern and shook your head, your breathing and heart steady once again. The man had the strength to hurt you, even break you. But all he did was take care of you. He was a pain in your ass at times, but you liked that he kept you on your toes. It was a reason you loved him.

Love?

Your phone rang before you could dwell on that thought, both of you glancing at the clock. “Weren’t you supposed to meet Nat for breakfast?” Bucky asked.

Shit.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” He pressed.

His mouth curved in a wicked smile as you sat up to get it. You cursed under your breath when you saw Nat’s name on the screen. You did tell her you’d meet her for breakfast and she was probably wondering where the hell you were.

What the hell do I say? “Sorry I’m late. Was sucking my boyfriend’s dick. You understand, right?”

“Hey,” you answered, your voice raspier than normal.

“Hey. I’m in the lobby. You okay?” Natasha asked in a gentle tone. “Did I wake you?”

“No,” you said, coughing a little to try and clear your throat. It didn’t help. “It’s my throat.”

“Do you have a cold?”

Bucky still had a shit-eating grin on his face as you glared at him. You might as well tell the truth. It was better than faking a cold for a few days.

“I sucked Bucky’s dick,” you said, making your boyfriend’s eyebrows shoot up, like he was surprised you admitted it. “Sorry.”

There was a slight pause on the other end before Natasha hummed in understanding. “That’ll do it. Raincheck?”

“Yeah. Thanks,” you said, coughing again as you hung up. “Congrats. I can barely talk.”

He chuckled as he flipped you onto your back. “Let’s see if you can still moan my name as I fuck you senseless.”

Challenge accepted.

I had to do it! Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

You looked over at him quizzically and he turned to you for a second with a light laugh and that ever-disarming smile, though you didn't miss the twinkle of excitement that was shining in his gaze.

When he finally pulled up to a clearing with a little gated pathway just to the side, he parked and turned the car off, quickly getting out and gallantly coming to the passenger door to open it for you before you could even try.

"Okay seriously," you looked at him pointedly, "did you bring me out here to murder me? Was this past year just one long con to get my guard down enough to lure me out into the middle of nowhere?"

You narrowed your eyes at the laugh Bucky let out at your words as you got out of the car, standing before him as he stayed where he was, one hand on the car door, the other on the side of the car, keeping you right where you were. "First of all, sweetheart, we're not in the middle of nowhere. And secondly, you think I would've bought that much fudge if I was planning on killing you tonight?" he joked.

"Hm. Okay, fair point," you allowed with a quirk of your lip, your fingers finding the belt loops of his jeans, tugging him closer. You tilted your chin at him, an expectant pout playing on your lips when he didn't move, only a smirk on his lips as he looked at you. You tugged again and he relented, moving in to kiss you softly.

"Mm," he hummed against you, "you taste like chocolate."

You smiled into the kiss, pulling away only for a second to speak. "That fudge. It's so good," you murmured before kissing him again, your lips moving more firmly against his, your fingers tugging him closer once more.

Bucky groaned as he moved to press you against the car, sharing your desire for more, deepening the kiss, his lips hot against yours.

And then all too quickly he forced himself to pull away from you, biting his own lip as he took a grounding breath, shaking his head at you. "No," he huffed, "you can't distract me right now, doll. I didn't bring you out here just for some nookie."

You breathed a laugh, "God, I love it when you talk like an old man," you teased with a smirk.

He fixed you with that signature glare of his before he moved to grab something from the backseat. You watched with renewed interest, still wondering what exactly it was you were doing out here.

Bucky shouldered a large bag on his left side and held a full duffle in his right hand before he shut the door and turned to you, smiling again. He looked like a kid going on his first camping trip.

At the thought, your face fell, eyes going a little wide.

No, you told yourself, he wouldn't... Or would he?

As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke and put your mind at ease as he approached the small gate just across from where you were, signaling you to follow him. "We're not camping, don't worry."

"What are we doing then?"

"You'll see, just trust me."

"Hmph," you puffed as you trailed behind him.

You watched him for a long moment, admiring him among the beauty of the wooded trail. Smiling to yourself, you grabbed your phone from your pocket, making sure your sound was off before you took a photo of him.

Bucky wasn't the biggest fan of being on camera, but he always humored you, smiling when you asked him oh so nicely and even giving you his okay to post a candid to your Instagram every now and then.

This one, though, like many of the other shots you've taken of him this past year, would stay in your favorite album. Just for you, until December came around. You couldn't wait to finally put together the physical photo album you've been planning. It'd be the closest you'd get to showing Bucky how you see him through your eyes. The charming and protective, strong and cuddly, sweet and caring, loving, doting, brilliant man he is.

You wish he could see himself the way you see him, for who he truly is, without the darkness that can so easily cloud his outlook on himself.

He's been doing much better, therapy and healing work making a noticeable difference. But every now again, he gets that look in his eye. He tries to hide it when it rears its head, but you never let it go unnoticed. You never want him to feel alone in that. Not ever again.

You're not paying attention to your path, your eyes are drifting as you think, and you end up walking right into the brick wall that is Bucky's back, barely dodging the backpack slung on his shoulder.

"Shit," you laugh, resting your head against him and wrapping your arms around his front, "sorry."

"What the hell are you doin' back there?" he asks, turning and being careful not to hit you with the bag.

You shrug, "Can't beat the view," you say with a playful smack to his ass as you lean into him.

"Would you stop trying to get into my pants for five seconds," he laughs, switching the duffle from his right hand to his left and then grabbing yours to hold instead, tugging to his side. You squeeze his hand lightly with both of yours and let your body bump into his, your head against him as you walk side by side. You feel it when he presses a kiss to your head and it sends a fluttering to your tummy as you bite on your contented smile. "We're almost there," he says with a soft squeeze to your hand in return. You straighten up as you continue walking but stay close to Bucky's side.

Within a minute, Bucky is pulling you from the main path onto a peculiarly stoned one that branched off from it. From there, it was a short walk to the large, modern, yet rustic looking cabin he had been leading you to.

You stare in awe at the impressive building as Bucky smiles at you.

"You like it?" he asks, still grinning.

"It," you breathe a stunned laugh, "it's gorgeous. How did you find this place? Whose is it?"

"Didn't really find it... Built it," he says a little too casually for the pride you see in his eyes as your own widen.

"What? You- you built this?"

"Well, I mean, not entirely me. Sam and Steve helped out a bit here and there."

"This is incredible, Buck," you shake your head with a smile. "How long have you been working on it?"

"Took a few months,"

"Wait, is this the job you've been talking about?" you ask.

"I wanted to surprise you," he laughs, tugging you close as you both look on at the cabin.

"Color me surprised," you say as you hug onto him. "This is amazing. You are amazing. Whoever gets their hands on this place is gonna be so damn lucky."

"I'm glad you think so..." he trails off, the corner of his lip threatening to curl into a half smirk.

It takes you a second to pick up on what he's getting at, but you finally do.

"You own this?" you ask in near disbelief.

"It's not entirely furnished yet, but I couldn't keep this to myself any longer. I can show you inside later, but right now, I have a little something else planned," he leads you by the hand to walk past the side of the cabin, coming around to a fenced backyard as you take it all in.

Along the back wall is some kind of screen mounted, in front of it is what looks to be a bonfire pit, huge wooden chairs placed around it and an outdoor table off to the side, too.

You're still silent as you take in the sight, Bucky unlocks the fence door and lets you through. You turn back to him, and he is nothing but smiles as he ushers you closer to the setup.

“Wow,” you awe.

"I know it's not the same as that drive in you were talking about, but-"

"No, I-" you turn back to him, "I love this," you breathe with a laugh.

"Good," he says, leaning closer to kiss you softly. "Pick a seat, I'm gonna get this set up."

You listen, choosing the chair at the head of the pit, right across from the screen.

Bucky moves the table around behind you, and you watch in quiet amusement as he arranges all of the items he's brought in his bags on the table.

First, he sets up the wireless projector, the once white screen now dark as he pauses the movie on the very first few seconds. He then sets out a bag of marshmallows, a box of graham crackers, and a package of full-size Hershey bars; your smile grows at the sight, as a fuzzy warmth fills your chest. That feeling you’ll never tire of, the feeling you’ve only ever experienced with Bucky.

He turns and heads to the fire pit, already loaded with logs. He quickly gets it lit and dusts off his hands before striding over to you.

You're gazing up at him from your seat as he stands before you, "All this for me?" you ask, your voice much softer than you thought it'd be.

"All this for you," he responds just as softly, taking your hand in his and pulling you to stand, guiding you to the table.

Soon, you're wrapped up in a blanket as you and Bucky roast your marshmallows on sticks, your chairs pulled as close as they can be while your favorite halloween movie plays on the screen. It's a bit darker out now, the sun nearly set and leaving the remnants of a gorgeous autumn hue as the wind blows lightly around you. The first few stars to be seen are already shining brightly in the sky. Bucky has turned the light backyard lights on, the strings of small bulbs hung around you adding to the cozy outdoor atmosphere as the glow from the fire burns brightly before you. The smell of the smoke mixing with the sweetness in the air. You're both leaning toward the fire as you let the flames brown your sugary treats, a pack of graham crackers sitting on the arm of your chair and an open bar of chocolate sitting on Bucky's.

"Shit," he curses as he pulls his stick from the fire - his marshmallow fully ablaze while you laugh at him frantically shaking his stick about.

"Smooth," you comment as you ready your s'more, smooshing your marshmallow from the stick onto the chocolate between the crackers.

You turn more towards him as you take a bite, reveling in the gooey sweetness. He's looking at you with bright eyes, his smile nothing short of pure admiration.

You lick your lip, feeling some of the stickiness there.

"You missed some," he hums as he sets his stick down, his burnt marshmallow not so much a thought as he turns more towards you in turn. You watch him intently as he brings his thumb to the corner of your lip, wiping at the bit of chocolate that was left behind.

A shiver rolls over you at the soft touch and you lean into him further. His lips tick in a smile as he copies you, his hand holding your cheek while he leans in. Your breath almost hitches as he is about to kiss you, but you're left stunned, brows furrowing when his lips meet his thumb instead, sucking off the chocolate that sits there.

"That's not nice," you murmur as you turn your face, watching entranced by his sultry display. You place your hand over his, still holding you gently.

He smirks at your complaint but doesn't say anything as you brush your nose against his, taking matters into your own hands.

You press your lips to his, your other hand wrapping around the back of his neck, almost leaving your seat as you scoot forward - wanting to be closer to him as you deepen the kiss, but getting stopped by the barrier that is the chairs.

Your hand leaves his and moves to hold his face instead. You don't break the kiss until you're out of air, pulling back as Bucky chases your lips. You titter, letting your forehead press to his as he whispers hotly, "You always taste so sweet."

"It's the s'mores," you smile.

"No," he mutters, kissing your lips tenderly once, "that's all you, sweetheart."

The credit song catches your attention as you stay where you are, both you and Bucky teetering on your seats for a moment.

"This has been really nice, Bucky, seriously, I loved it. Thank you."

"I'm glad you liked it. I wanted to have the first night spent out here be just us, because this is the first of many nights to come. Sam's already planning a bonfire for next weekend with everyone," he rolls his eyes.

"Ever the gracious host you are," you kid, following Bucky up as he stands. "Are you gonna have the interior done by then?"

"Well, that depends."

"Oh? On what?"

"On whether you agree to help me decorate the place or not,"

"Bucky," you laugh, "I helped you decorate your apartment, now you want me to help decorate your cabin? If you're not careful, you're never gonna be able to get rid of me," you say as you help him pack everything back up, "You're gonna see me everywhere. From the bath towels to each and every throw pillow I'll force you to buy."

You're smiling as you close the box of graham crackers, facing the table as you work. Suddenly, Bucky's arms snake around you, his head coming to rest in the crook of your neck as he breathes you in.

"That's kinda the whole point, doll."

You close your eyes enjoying the warmth he offers and the way his stubble tickles your skin as he nuzzles into you.

"I don't ever want you to leave," he confesses against your skin, a part of him hoping you didn't hear the desperation in his voice and another part wanting him to just get down on his knee and pull out the box that's been burning a hole in his pocket for the past week. To finally ask you the question he knew he'd end up asking the day he met you.

But he won't. He's waited this long, he can wait a few more days.

Your anniversary isn't far off. He can wait, he tells himself.

You turn into him as he keeps his touch around you, "I'm not going anywhere," you assure him, resting your hands on his chest, your eyes gleaming with love and sincerity. You mean what you say, you're not going anywhere. Not unless he's planning on going with you.

“I’m gonna put out the fire, then we’ll head home, okay?”

“Okay,” you simper, letting your fingers graze along his chest as he pulls away from you.

“Bucky,” you say his name, so lovingly he swear he could melt right then and there, and he turns back to meet your eye, your soft gaze full of adoration, “I love you.”

It’s a simple statement, one he’s heard pass your lips many times, but one he knows he’ll never tire of hearing.

He smiles at you, one of the few people who can so easily get a genuine one out of him. As he gazes back at you, he can’t believe, that by some miracle, he found you in this life. Can’t believe that you allow him to be in yours, that you want him to be in yours, and really can’t believe how easy it is to let himself be loved by you.

After everything he’s been through, he fought with himself for the longest time. He wasn’t sure he’d feel worthy of being loved ever again. Wasn’t sure he’d find someone who would even want to, someone who could love him.

And then he met you. And you make it seem like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

He feels it when you so much as look at him, every little touch from you, every kiss, every laugh. He knows he's never felt less worthy of anything in his life, but he also knows you never want him to feel anything less than worthy. He's still working on it, and he'll get there...someday.

But for now, he's going to keep thanking his lucky stars for leading him to you.

"I love you more," he returns as your smile grows at his words.

And he means it. He loves you more than he could ever say, more than you could ever know, more than he ever thought was possible to love someone.

There's a twinkle in your eyes and his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for his pocket again before he thinks better of it.

Just a few more days...

~~~

Throughout the week Y/n notices something wrong with Bucky, it wasn’t normal for him to be out of bed before her - not anymore at least - he didn’t want to cuddle up with her anymore, the kisses were quick. It was hurting her; she was missing him even though he was close by. It wasn’t just her that noticed Bucky’s strange behaviour.

“What’s going on with you and Mr grumpy pants?” Sam asks as he hands her a fresh cup of tea.

“I don’t know Sammy, he’s been distant this past week and I don’t know what I’ve done”

“Have you guys argued?”

“No” taking careful sips of the hot beverage “the last time we argued was when I took that bullet for him and that was like what three months ago? We only argued for about an hour before we made up.”

“Wait… seriously that was the last time you argued?”

“Yep, we don’t argue about anything. Yes, we have disagreements about everything and anything, but it never leads to us fighting. But we also come to a mutual agreement on whatever we’re disagreeing with.”

“Okay okay” he puts on his concentration face on as she always puts it “have you took any bullets for him recently?” chuckling when he receives a deadpan look.

“No Sam I haven’t taken any bullets for him recently” rolling her eyes as she sets the now empty cup down “I honestly don’t know what I’ve done, I miss him.”

Standing up and placing a kiss to her temple “Go and talk to him, it’s breaking my heart seeing you both sad and mopey.”

“I will, thanks Falc”

Instead of going to find Bucky she grabbed her coat and bag and headed down to the garage, once she was inside her car she drove to the store.

The bed was covered in all different kind of snacks and drinks, her plan was to sit him down and talk then they’ll spend the rest of the night in bed watching movies and filling their faces. Making her way out of the room she went to track down her boyfriend - finding him in the gym.

“Hi bubba, can you finish up here and come with me” instantly not liking how her voice sounds.

“Um okay just give me a minute.”

“Of course.”

“Im done, where we going.?” Bucky’s right hand twitches to reach out to hold hers but all he does is shoves it in his pocket.

“Back to our room. We need to talk Buck”

He was prepared to drop to his knees and beg for her not to break up with him, promises on the tip of his tongue that he’d change and be better. Before he could utter a word, they had arrived at their room. The door was closed softly behind them whilst his head was bowed downwards finding his shoes more interesting. 

“Buck I don’t know what I’ve done wrong but I’m sorry I don-“

“I heard you”

“What?”

“I heard you talking to Nat about me being clingy and needy and annoying and I’m trying baby really I am. I gave you space, Im keeping distant because I love you and I don’t want you to break up with me an-“ 

“Bucky breath! Here sit down, focus on your breathing bubba” Moving him to sit on the sofa that was in their room, she knelt down in front of him going through his breathing exercises.

It took nearly 10 minutes for him to get his breathing under control, leaving him feeling more ashamed as always after he had a panic attack “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry” he manages to rasp out.

“I’ll tell you what I always tell you when you have panic attacks - don’t apologise. It’s okay bubba I promise, I’ve got you” taking his hands into hers so rubs her thumbs over his flesh and metal knuckles “I wasn’t talking about you that day Buck, I was talking about Alpine. He followed me and Nat into the common room and Nat made a comment, I was talking about how he only wants me when you’re not around. Oh bubba you actually thought I was talking about you?” Taking one of her hands from his she wipes the stray tear that rolls down his cheek as he nods “Bucky I love it when you’re all over me, I love knowing that I’m never alone because your always there. I have never once thought you was clingy not once! I love you Buck and I love the attention you give me and affection you show me. Please bubba understand that”

“I love you too” bringing up her hand in his metal one “I’m sorry for overreacting baby I should of spoken to you”

“Give me a kiss and all is forgiven” she grins cheekily.

He pulls her on to his lap and kisses her, both sighs contentedly as they share their first kiss in a week little pants of air leaves their lips once they detach from one another.

“I brought snacks and drinks so how about me and you get into bed watch movies, eat, cuddle and maybe some other activities?” She says with a suggestive tone with one eyebrow raised.

Bucky chuckles when a squeal interrupts him standing up.

The third film has finished, not like they were watching - to busy doing other activities - they lay tangled with one another. 

“I brought Alpine a new cat tree off the Amazon.”

Who is he to turn down an offer that tempting?

"Course. Come on, it's too cold for you to be stood out here."

The two of you sit down on his couch, settling in to watch some TV.

"Bucky Barnes. Are you watching a romcom?"

He blushes, a slight flush creeping up his cheeks.

"If you tell anyone, I'll kill you. They're my guilty pleasure."

"It makes me like you more, if anything," you grin. He can't help but smile back at you, less embarrassed now.

"Look, my love life is fuckin' terrible. I live vicariously through these cheesy films right now."

"You? Terrible love life? Those two phrases don't usually go in the same sentence."

You're teasing him. Seeing if you can get a rise, hit the right button.

"Oh, shut it. Just because you're on a new date every week."

"I'm... what?"

"Your Dad seems to think you're dating a lot."

You quirk a brow at him, amusement curling at the corners of your lips.

"Is that so?"

"I'm only telling you what I've heard, honey."

He crosses his arms across his chest, biceps threatening to break free from the confines of his t shirt.

"He's wrong."

"Is that so?"

You roll your eyes.

"I have a friend, he's a guy. My Dad automatically assumes we're dating because we hang out. But we're not."

"And why not?"

"I don't know, I guess he's just..." you debate your answer, realising it's now or never. "He's not old enough for me. Not mature enough."

Bucky bites his lip, eyes scanning your face.

"He's your age."

"Exactly. Boys my age don't know shit."

He laughs, but it's dark and low, something brewing beneath the surface.

"You always were too smart for your own good, huh?"

Bucky's thigh is pressing into yours, the warmth from his skin seeping through. His rough fingertips glide across your arm, slow and soft. He's testing the waters.

"I shouldn't want this," he murmurs, barely audible. "Neither should you."

"But I do," you whisper. "So fucking bad."

"Me too."

Bucky grabs the back of your neck, smashing his lips to yours. You grip at his hair, his biceps, his shirt - anything you can get a hold of. You feel like you're dreaming, your filthiest thoughts coming into fruition.

He pulls you into his lap so you're straddling his hips, grinding down and panting into his mouth. You're both breathless, but neither of you want to be the first to pull away.

Bucky rips your shirt over your head, instantly attacking your chest with kisses. He's marking you up, claiming you as his. You should be worried about the repercussions, but you're not.

You pull his shirt off and rake your nails down his front, grinning when he shivers. Suddenly, Bucky stands up, setting you on your feet.

"Strip."

You blink at him, processing.

"Strip, baby. I won't tell you again."

You shimmy your pants down your legs, your underwear going too. Your mouth waters as you watch him undress, admiring the angles and smooth ridges of him. A Greek God.

Bucky stalks over to you and hooks a foot behind your ankle, sending you both flying onto the rug on the floor. He cushions your fall, not letting go of you once. Running two fingers through your wet heat, he groans.

"All for me, pretty girl? What did I do to deserve somethin' this sweet, huh?"

"Need you," you whine. "Please, Buck."

"I've wanted this for so long," he murmurs, lining himself up. "Fuck, you're a dream."

You both gasp as he slides home, your back arching and his jaw falling slack. Bucky rests a hand against the base of your throat, the weight grounding you back down to Earth.

"Need you to move," you choke out. "Fuck, I need it, Buck. Please."

"Oh you need it, do you?" he smirks. "My needy girl."

He snaps his hips into yours in long, careful glides, very aware of the effect he has on you. Before long, his restraint snaps, and his thrusts get harder, quicker, more frantic.

"Gonna fill you up, baby," he's muttering under his breath. "Make you mine. You want that? To have everyone know who you belong to?"

You're nodding rapidly, tears gathering in your eyes, bottom lip caught between your teeth.

"How are we gonna keep this a secret if you're pregnant, huh?"

The thought makes you moan, a breathy, gutteral sound.

"You like that? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck, I'll give you everything you ask for. I'll buy you a house and knock you up, you'll never want for anything."

His low, honeyed words throw you over the edge, squeezing and clenching around him. Bucky groans, deep and rumbled, the sound vibrating through the both of you. You find your releases together, panting and out of breath.

"House first."

"Huh?" he breathes, raising his head from your chest.

"Buy me a house first. Kids second. Maybe marriage in between."

He laughs, floating and content. You both know he meant what he said, not just a heat of the moment confession.

You stay wrapped up in each other for hours, on the rug in front of the fire.

You'll deal with the repercussions later.

“Baby,” he mumbles, and you glance over your shoulder with a start. Then, smiling, you wave, and he’s soothed for just a moment. You turn back around and he’s practically pouting. He taps your shoulder with the paper rose he had so painstakingly folded for you. He’s got the paper cuts to prove it.

Draco taps your shoulder with the stem. You turn your head and hold one finger to your lips. You shushed him. You shushed him. He settles back in his seat, arms folded over his chest, wilted paper rose forgotten on his desk.

…

After class, you’re walking beside him, arm happily tucked within his as he escorts you to your Advanced Mythology lesson. Though he’s feeling a little deflated, having you near makes him feel better. And realizing that you’ve got a few minutes to spare before next class, he pulls you to the side of the hall, abandoning his friends to walk ahead.

Tucked beneath one of the awnings, he holds your books beneath his arm and pulls you closer.

“Draco!” you yelp, resisting his onslaught of hurried kisses, “We have class, remember? It’s that thing we are required to attend five days a week? We learn a lot of subjects? Sometimes they give us lunch hour—?”

“We’ll have plenty of time to get to class,” he huffs, pecking your bottom lip and the apple of your cheek.

“Draco, you’ve been late to nearly all of your classes because of—”

“Not because of you. I am solely responsible for my tardiness—ow!” You pinch his side and giggle when he slumps into your shoulder—“‘S not fair you’re so kissable.”

You roll your eyes and press your lips to the side of his sad face, “fine. You can have one kiss. Make it quick.”

At that, Draco perks up. You playfully pucker your lips, and as he leans in—You’ve got to be kidding.

“There you are! Come on, we’ve only got five minutes to get to class, and I’d rather not be forced to polish anymore silver!” Pansy grabs you by the crook of your elbow, dragging you out into hall. You wave at Draco and quickly catch up with Pansy.

For Merlin’s sake, is he not allowed one moment alone with his beloved.

…

The rest of the day goes just as smooth. As in not smooth at all. As in Draco’s day has been a complete shit show, and you’ve been otherwise occupied for just about every second of it.

First, he face plants during a scrimmage. Then, you tell him you’re using the afternoon to study with the girls in the library. You said he’s welcome to join but he knows that means he would be the only male attending and, therefore, it would be excruciatingly awkward.

Suffice to say, he’s spent the last few hours sulking and moaning to himself. Enzo thinks it’s hilarious.

When you finally sit next to him at dinner, he’s still stewing in his anger. Yes, it’s gotten to anger.

“Good evening, dear Draco!” you coo. And he’s clearly not having it, picking away at his food and only acknowledging you with a curt huff. You look to Theodore in shock, eyes wide when he shrugs.

“He’s been like this all day,” Mattheo says, “Think you could be a dear and fix him for us?”

You look over at Draco, who’s taken to scowling at the two boys. So you brush his hair out of his face and flatten his hood against his back.

“What’s wrong? I feel like I haven’t seen you all day?” you say, tilting your head. He huffs.

“I think you mean you’ve been ignoring me all day.”

“Draco!” you say, surprised by his sudden volume and honestly amused by his apparent lack of awareness. “What’s with the attitude?” He doesn’t respond, so you cross your arms over your chest. At this point, you’ve got the entire Great Hall’s attention. And winner for most dramatic couple goes to… “Come on, Draco, don’t just sit there and sulk, talk to me!”

“Oh, now you want to talk? Are you sure? Maybe you should go and study with your friends or read a book or do anything other than ask me how my day has been,” he whines. Enzo can’t help but snicker.

Your jaw drops, and you mumble, "Lower your voice, drama queen, I’m—"

“No, I’ve been trying to spend time with you all day, and you just shrug me off and find something better to do! What if I wanted to walk you to class and study with you?”

“We can still study together this week.”

“That’s not the point, babe. I wanted to spend time with you today,” he says, defeated and back to prodding at his meal tirelessly.

You sigh.

“I’m sorry, Draco. I had no idea”—you list his hand from the edge of the table and fit your fingers gently between his own—“I didn’t mean to starve you of attention. How careless of me.”

Draco presses his thumb against your hand, and he just barely turns his head to look at you.

“You’re teasing me,” he huffs. You look down at your hands and smile.

“A little,” you say, “But I am sorry. I should have listened to you. And asked you about your day. How was it by the way?”

“Ate complete shit out on the pitch. Found out I’m too needy for my girlfriend. Other than that, just peachy.”

“Draco,” you whine, pouting and cupping his face. “I’m sorry. And you’re not too needy for me, I’m just a bit daft.”

He shrugs, trying not to smile so wide and failing. Just happy to have you near him again.

“Oh, I have something for you”—he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the floppy rose—“Made it in charms.”

You hold its fragile, wrinkled frame in your cupped hands, frowning at it then at him.

“You made this for me?”

“Yeah. And it says ‘you look pretty’ on the inside, but I think if you try to unfold it, it’ll actually disintegrate,” he says.

You lean in swiftly for a kiss, but pause on the way.

“You two? Look away,” you grumble at Theo and Mattheo, snapping a spell against both of their cheeks. They wince and apologize, and Draco snickers.

He kisses you, tugging at your open robe and smiling against your lips when you reach for his other hand.