You chuckled in disbelief as the words fell out of his mouth. You never seen him so possessive over you.

Bucky set his phone down before locking eyes with you. His body now sitting up right.

He watched as you paced around the room. His eyes lingering to places they shouldn’t be while the two of you were in a heated moment.

“Can you not check out my ass while we are arguing?”

Bucky’s cheeks slightly turned pink before he cleared his throat. You pinched the bridge of your nose before settling down on the opposite couch. The conversation was exhausting. You ran your hands across your face before you lifted your head up to meet Bucky’s blue eyes.

Bucky stared at you, his hands folded on his lap. His face expressionless.

“We’re not arguing, Y/N. Just talking” Bucky stated coolly, shrugging his shoulders. If the two of you were on good terms, he would have called you one of his famous pet names.

“If you would have just listened to me instead of Sam—“ he continued.

“Oh my god!”

You were over him and this stupid conversation, your head throbbing by the minute. Bucky watched you as you stood up from your position, heading over to the room.

“So, this is what this is about... You’re jealous of Sam!” your voice is louder than before. Not necessarily in an angry tone but not cheerful either.

Bucky grunted. That’s the last thing he was expecting to hear you say. He didn’t want to continue to argue but he had to make his point.

“I’m not jealous—!” Bucky’s voice boomed as he followed you into the suite.

You pretended like he didn’t exist as you started to strip out of your work clothes.

Bucky leaned against the doorway, watching your movements. His teeth sunk into his bottom lip as you were left in nothing but your matching undergarments.

He may have been slightly upset but the effect you had on him always outweighed. One look at you and he was a goner. Details of why the two of you were upset already leaving his mind.

Bucky walked over, his chest against your back. His head dipped down as his lips grazed your earlobe.

“I said I’m not jealous of him...” the tone of his voice much lower, already sending shivers down your spine.

He loved proving his point. You tried your best to move away from him but that didn’t work. Instead, your ass pressed into his crotch. His hands quickly keeping you in position.

“But— you are—” you mumbled, holding in a gasp. Your voice shaky but you made it work.

Bucky’s hands squeezed your hips in response. His lips gently brushed over your neck.

You turned around to face him. His eyes ranked over your body. All he wanted to do was finish this damn conversation so he could leave marks and bruises for everyone to see.

“Tell me, baby. How am I jealous?” Bucky hummed softly, his fingers tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You get so worked up just because I agree with Sam. It’s not that big of a deal. His plan just made sense at the moment...”

“But that’s the thing—! He never has a plan—!“

Bucky would never admit that even though Sam’s plan would sometimes be impulsive, it still worked out for everyone, especially not now.

Instead, he threw his hands in the air, before rolling his eyes slightly. He let go of you to strip out of his clothes, an indication he was close to ending this once and for all.

You watched as his items fell onto the ground, leaving him in just his underwear. Your breath hitching lightly at the bulge. He smirked lightly once he found your eyes lingering.

Bucky pulled you back against his body. Your chest now pressed against his bare skin.

“How can I be jealous of him when I’m the one who gets to come home to this?” Your eyebrows furrowed at the statement as Bucky’s hand traced your cheek and then down your hip.

His hand found yours and began to twirl you slowly.

As you spun, you realized what was happening. Bucky had never been good at verbal apologies. Instead, he would show his regrets in other ways. And that ranged from cuddle sessions with breakfast in bed or having him in between your thighs for hours.

“You’re all mine?” His voice was only above a whisper as he looked down at you.

His thumb gently caressed your cheek, as his metal hand trailed down to your ass. You squealed lightly, as he slapped the skin.

“Yes—” your skin burned as your pressed up against him causing Bucky to chuckle softly. He loved the effect he had on you even when the two of you weren’t at your best.

“Good girl.” His thumb traced along your lips before you gladly opened up your mouth for him.

“What about this pretty mouth. It’s mine, right?” You hummed around his thumb. He grunted slightly, watching as you took his thumb down your throat. Buck’s hard on now pressed against your thigh.

His free hand trailed up your shirt, cupping your breasts. You shuddered heavily, bucking into him. He popped his thumb out of your mouth, using your saliva to coat your hardening nipples.

“Beautiful” He quickly discarded your shirt, and continued to play with your breasts. You were slowly becoming a wet mess, your underwear soaked.

“God, these are so perfect. I love dirtying them up but—“

Bucky’s forwardness caugh you off guard, a whimper erupting from your lips. At this point, you were certain Bucky could smell your arousal.

“This tight cunt is where my cum belongs. I love filling it up every night”

He smirked devilishly as he pushed your damp underwear to the side. A finger started to stroke your glistening folds. He slowly pushed in, watching as your jaw dropped.

“Bucky—“ you mewled, your face burying into his chest from the pleasure and embarrassment. His praises made you turn into putty and he loved every second of it.

“Fuck, baby, so warm... just swallows up my fingers” he watched in awe as his fingers quickly pumped in and out of you. His thumb used your wetness and started to rub your clit at the same speed. He couldn’t help but become turned on from the scene. His hips slowly rolling against your thigh, his cock fully hard.

You grabbed onto his biceps, bucking into him as he curled his fingers, quickly finding the perfect spot that makes you scream. In a matter of seconds, you were crying out his name, wetness dripping on his hand.

Bucky watched as you caught your breath, his one hand pushed wet strands from your forehead, as the other was busy licking off your wet mess. The whole scene caused you to moan and tense up.

“My pretty girl loves watching me taste her sweetness” he coo’d lightly, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

You nod slightly too lost for words before his lips connected with yours. It’s all teeth and tongue and you barely felt like you were breathing. But, Bucky wanted you to taste yourself.

“I got the perfect girl in the world.” He pulled away slowly, his hands gently pushing your shoulders down.

You knew exactly what was happening. And the worst best part was that you didn’t care.

You were submitting to him.

“Never was jealous. Just disappointed my princess didn’t pick her daddy’s plan...”

You were now faced to face with Bucky’s crotch. His hand desperately started to palm himself.

You missed your boyfriend.

He tried his best to take care of you. Show his love to you and you were thankful for that. Whenever he had free time, he would be on you in seconds. However, at times he couldn’t give you that special undivided attention like right now. It bothered you especially since your time of the month was coming soon. You were extra horny.

Everything Bucky did throughout the week turned you on. The way he would unbutton his shirt to the way his arms bulged had you in a whimpering mess. Your thighs occasionally clenching to get some friction whenever he wasn’t looking.

Honestly, you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I miss you” you drawled out the last words as you followed Bucky around your shared apartment. Your arms wrapped around his waist as you buried your head into his chest.

“S‘ miss you more sweetheart, but I have to take an important call—“ he informed, kissing the top of your head.

He strides over to his work area, taking a seat on the chair. You pouted heavily, but Bucky didn’t want any of that. He gave you one look where you knew better to just stop.

His face expressed exactly what he was thinking.

Don’t act like a brat.

“But— you were at the headquarters all day. What else do you guys need to discuss?” you huffed heavily, wanting to roll your eyes but you quickly chose not to.

Bucky sucked in his bottom lip, his eyes trailing up and down your body, as you walked over to him.

His lap looked extremely comfortable.

Especially when he would spread his legs. It’s like he was teasing you.

You tried to place your hands on his chest but he caught your wrist.

“Daddy—“ Bucky chuckled softly at your whines, your bedroom name for him trying to awaken something. But, he stayed calm for now...

Before Bucky could respond, his phone started to ring which signaled his anticipated phone call meeting.

“Princess, just give me a few minutes alright?”

Bucky kissed your wrists and then let them go as he picked up the phone. You groaned lightly, watching as your boyfriend laid back in his chair and took the call. It definitely would be more than a few minutes. You shamefully walked away swaying your hips, hoping Bucky would notice.

Oh, and he did.

There were only two options left. Wait for Bucky to finish his stupid meeting on the phone or tease him through it. Obviously, the latter sounded more fun but it would definitely come with consequences.

You giggled heavily as you ran into the bedroom, quickly getting to work. You rummaged through your belongings until you found exactly what you were looking for.

It was the lingerie set Bucky had brought for your birthday. You remembered the countless orgasms you received on your birthday, already making you shiver. Hopefully, Bucky would be reminded and take you right in his office.

You looked into the mirror and fixed your hair. Your fingertips ran against your figure as you quickly posed in front of the mirror.

Good luck.

Bucky was concentrated in his work space. His voice was low as he talked on the phone. You couldn’t make out all the words but the premise of call was about a new accord. Some of the avengers were in and some were out.

Boring. Something Bucky could definitely miss.

However, one thing you always failed to consider was the fact that your boyfriend had super hearing. This meant he could hear you whenever you tried to keep quiet.

He heard you giggling, the way you ran into the room, and the fact that you were hiding behind the corner. Bucky knew something was up. He tried to concentrate on the call but he couldn’t help but to think what his girl was up to.

As you rounded the corner to his office, Bucky’s eyes were already met with yours. His pupils blown into something much deeper as he saw the lingerie you decided to change into.

You walked closer to him with a smirk as Bucky had to quickly fix himself in his pants. A quiet groan escaping his lips.

“What was that?” Sam asked into the phone, a curious tone present.

“Nothing—“ Bucky cleared his throat, as he watched you round his desk. He took the phone away from his ear for a moment before raising a finger to his lips.

You pretended to zip you mouth as you plopped down on his lap. Your legs falling onto either side of his thigh. The friction and thickness of him already had you in putty. His hands still straying away from you. He wasn’t going to give in that easily.

“What are you doing?” He mouthed curiously, looking at you. “Playtime—“ you started to dangerously grind against his thigh.

Bucky was not happy. You could tell by the way his eyes pierced on you as his jaw twitched.

The voices from his phone call started to drown out. The only thing on his mind was putting you over his knee. You were acting like a brat.

Instead, His lips found their way to your earlobe. He tugged it lightly, ready to speak but was interrupted.

“Mr. Barnes? I said, What do you think?” A voice came through the phone. A sudden rush of guilt flushed your cheeks. You were interrupting Bucky and his work. And he doesn’t take his work lightly... god what were you thinking?

“Sorry, I think I lost connection—“ Bucky lied as he clenched his jaw towards you. The look he gave you was deadly. Goosebumps arising against your skin.

His metal hand found its way to your ass and gripped it heavily. The pain making you want to scream but in a good way. Before a yelp could make its way to the person on the other line, Bucky’s hand flew to your mouth.

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare—“ he mouthed again as you desperately tried to stay silent as his hand pinned against your mouth. A pool of wetness embarrassingly forming in your underwear.

You loved when Bucky showed his dominance.

“He said that we are going to need you to come in on Saturday and sign the settlement. I’ll be there and so we will Sam” Steve restated on the line, as your mouth was still pressed against Bucky’s hand.

“Sounds good.” Bucky replied, his eyes still on you. His hand left your mouth to wrap around your throat.

Another way to show his dominance.

You slowly started to grind against his thigh again but he then squeezed your throat. It was too good to be true. You tested his patience.

“You’re in for it, baby” You whimpered lightly at his mumbled words, your eyes falling down to his lap, his bulge evident.

There was only one way to get him on his good side.

Your hand fell onto his bulge as you looked up to see him glaring at you. Maybe, this was a bad idea...

But Bucky still wasn’t making any indication of for you to stop. You decided to continue with your plan. Your fingertips ran against his length, his cock twitching lightly and then you stopped. You looked up at him again.

He nodded lightly and you grinned. You quickly found yourself palming him through his sweats. His cock getting harder and twitching underneath the fabric.

“Daddy...” you mumbled lowly, your other hand going underneath his shirt to trace his chiseled abs. You even began to press soft kisses on the special spot of his neck that he loved so much.

“Hmmm?” Bucky was slowly falling into a sudden daze from your touches. You loved how easily he could crumble within seconds. It gave you an overwhelming amount of confidence and power. You relished it in because it wasn’t going to last long. Bucky always took back his dominance.

You leaned in and whispered as best as you could in his ear. “Daddy... want your cock in my pussy... play time — please” you asked sweetly again, your arousal leaving a stain on his thigh.

You spat onto your hand before you dug under his sweats. Your slicked hands stroking him fast and edging him to finally get what you wanted.

Bucky’s hips awkwardly bucked into your hand from an angle, a light moan escaping his lips which he clearly covered up by dropping some pens on the ground. He quickly went to pull your hands off.

He was still on a conference call after all.

Bucky tapped your ass, motioning you to take off your lingerie piece. You instantly got to work, scrambling to stand in front of him naked. Your pieces of clothing flown across his home office.

Bucky finally spoke up. “Hey — you said Saturday right? Well, I’ll see you guys then. I’m in the middle of something...” he announced, as he motioned you to do a twirl.

God, He loved that piece on you. But now he wanted it off. His lips aching to leave marks on every inch of your skin.

You gladly gave him a view as you twirled and showed off your bare ass. He slapped your ass as he watched the skin ripple. This time the sound of the slap and your yell reached the phone.

“Excuse me, Buck... We’re not done—” Steve chided. Steve was anything but gulliable. He knew his best friend couldn’t control himself.

Not with you.

“Shit, did I hear a smack?” Sam smirked, exposing the two of you. He was eager to hear more. A sudden burn fell onto your cheeks.

Everyone knew.

“Just update me, I gotta go—“ Bucky instructed, his voice huskier as he hung up and threw the phone on his desk.

It was one of the most unprofessional things he had ever done so far. He allowed everyone to piece together what had been going on behind the phone.

Once the phone was discarded, you slowly positioned yourself on his desk. Your hands on the desk and ass faced upwards towards him. Your punishment was coming. Bucky smirked at how prepared you were.

He pulled your hair back as he pressed his bulge against your ass.

Bucky Barnes was going to ruin you and you deserved it.

“You think my job is a fucking joke?” His bare hand smacked your ass, your chest falling onto the desk. “Hmmm—! Answer me—!” Another smack sounded the room, making your body jump.

“No—! Daddy, I’m sorry...” suddenly you felt ashamed from the way you acted. It was fun in the beginning but tears started to run down your cheeks from the sudden pain & pleasure. He wasn’t holding back.

“I tell you to give me a few minutes, and you can’t even do that. Gotta act like a fuckin needy slut!” He spat, his metal hand taking over and giving the next round of smacks.

“You just wanted everyone to know how much of a slut you are!” his fingers slid to your folds, your sleek covering them instantly.

He laughed at how wet and pathetic you were for him. Bucky pushed your fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping around them. The taste of your arousal infiltrating your buds.

“I bet you wanted them to hear me fuck this tight pussy on the phone, isn’t that so?” He questioned, gripping your hair harder and pulling you back.

He grabbed your body harshly as he maneuvered you to his desk chair. Bucky took a seat and put you over his knee.

“You wanted Sam and Stevie to get all horny for you because you’re a fuckin’ slut who can’t appreciate her own daddy—!”

His words hit you one after the other. At this point, you were sobbing for a bunch of reasons. Your face was a mess and ass ruined, but Bucky loved every second.

“No.... I only love you daddy... only want you.” You mumbled meekly, afraid if you were even allowed to speak.

“Oh, don’t be shy now, little girl. You were begging to play with daddy’s cock. Of course, you wanted them to hear—“ his thumb swiped over your tears as he kissed your ass cheek. The mark of his hand proudly displayed on it.

However, his innocent act only lasted up to 20 seconds before his hand was back to smacking your ass. You lost count of how many slaps you were given.

By the time it was over, your thighs were dripping with arousal, ass red and bruised, and begging for it to be over.

“Daddy, it hurts!”

“It’s supposed to—“ he groaned finally letting go. In the back of his head, he didn't want to go this far with you, but you left him with no choice.

Embarrassing him in front of his friends and authorities.

Bucky sighed heavily looking over at your now exhausted body leaning over his knee. He pulled you up and pushed wet strands soaked from your tears away from your face.

“Come on, I’m not done with you... but I’ll go easy... daddy didn’t mean to push that far” He kissed your lips softly as you tried to him kiss back. Your limbs exhausted and legs shaking. Bucky noticed. He wasn’t a monster. He did take pity on you.

“You want daddy to carry you? Is that what my baby wants?” He cooed, tracing your lips with his thumb. You whimpered at his words, only being able to nod in agreement.

“Tomorrow...” Sam mimicked, shaking his head. “Do you even hear yourself? There is no tomorrow. They know we are here and they are probably miles away!” Bucky shrugged his shoulders at Sam.

There is nothing he could do about it now. He would have to take the fire from the rest of the Avengers but it didn’t matter to him. You were safe. And that’s all he cared about.

“Where is she anyways?” Sam cocked an eyebrow, trying to get more information out of him. Bucky was always precise in his missions. But, he knew you were the missing piece or the trigger to his different attitudes. There had to be something Sam was missing.

“She’s safe. She’s at the hideout.” Bucky informed coolly. Sam laughed, throwing his hands in the air. “Of fucking course! How did I not see it?”

“What are you talking about?” It was not a secret that Bucky cared about you. He’d move mountains before you ever got hurt. And sometimes this would ruin his reputation in missions. The sad part about it was he never admitted his feelings to you or the team.

Not like, the other team members couldn’t put the pieces together anyways.

“You were too busy protecting her!”

“And what if I was?” Bucky questioned with a tone much darker than before. He inched closer towards Sam. His eyebrows knitted and hand already forming into a fist. Sam sized Bucky up giving him the same expression.

“She doesn’t need your help, Bucky! She wouldn’t be on this mission if the team didn’t think-“

Bucky interrupted him before he could even continue. “I don’t care. I’m always going to protect her. If I could have handled it on my own, she doesn’t need to be there.”

Sam chuckled lightly, looking at Barnes. He couldn’t believe how deeply in love Bucky was with you.

“Right because that’s exactly what every girl wants to hear. That some guy is making decisions for her. You think she’ll date you with that attitude.” Sam stated angrily, his hands now on his hips.

“Actually, I’ve heard she’s been eyeing Rogers for a while.”

Bucky now stared him down, his jaw clenched and eyes filled with fire.

Sam’s frustrations took out the best of him. He knew he was lying. Sam heard the way you would speak or gossip to your friends about Bucky. You had the biggest crush on him not Steve.

“You know what, I’m done here. Hopefully, you can use that brain of yours for once. Have a good day, Barnes” Sam collided his shoulder into his, and exited the facility.

You flinched as the front door slammed closed. Sam didn’t even greet you as he stormed upstairs. The boys haven’t been back in a while, and now you were worried even more from Sam’s actions. A few minutes go by, and Bucky eventually walked in. He was much calmer but he looked upset.

Bucky stopped in front of the stair-case before looking at you. His face already softening as he took your figure in. You always brought him comfort, even when he was at the height of his stress.

“Hey. You alright?” He asked, pulling away from the stairs and going over to you.

“Yeah... but what happened?” You swallowed nervously, your eyes falling back to the staircase and then to Bucky. His eyes followed yours and he knew right away something wasn’t right. He could tell Sam probably came in with an attitude or said something to you.

“What did he say?” Bucky’s hands ran through his short hair, and groaned lightly.

“Nothing... he just came in upset. Please tell me what happened?” Your hands wrapped around his neck, and his hands instantly fell onto your hips. He sighed softly, he just wanted to bury his head against your neck or cuddle on the couch. It was common for the two of you to display this type of affection after a failed mission.

“I don’t want you to worry” his thumb stroked your cheek with a sense of delicacy, butterflies forming in your stomach.

“Buck— did someone d-die?” You stammered, the assumptions already filling you with guilt. His eyes widened and shook his head persistently.

“No-! Y/N.. Sam was just upset because I should have been there earlier but I was busy...” you looked at him curiously before retracing your day.

You could have sworn that nobody called you in to report today. The dispatch was off all morning and afternoon. Bucky was even in the house with you for the majority of the day. But Sam, he was gone. Why was he gone?

“Bucky... did — did you try to keep me inside?”

There it was.

Bucky couldn’t help but to sigh in defeat. Even if he tried, he couldn’t keep things from you. You were too smart. It’s why he was in love with you.

“I-I may have turned off the dispatch and missed Sam’s call...” Bucky mumbled quietly and you were already pulling away from him as he spoke his last word.

“That’s the most irresponsible thing you could have done! Sam needed our help!” You pushed his chest, turning to the stairs. You were ready to follow Sam’s exact move and go lock yourself in the room.

“Y/N... wait!” He grabbed your wrist and pulled you into his chest.

“I’m sorry, okay? I screwed up big time. I wasn’t thinking straight. Actually, I was just thinking about you the whole time — Thinking about what would happen if you got hurt. So, I sabotaged the whole thing... but I’ll make it up to you and Sam. I swear.”

You looked at him, the words coming out of his mouth only getting progressively worse. Nothing was making sense. Why would he do all of this for you?

“I can’t believe you would do something like this, Bucky — just Why?”

Bucky looked at you intently. He knew he had to finally confess, whether you liked him or not. He dreamed of this scenario time and time again. He thought one day he would be able to profess his love to you over a couple of dates first. At least then, he would have known you had feelings for him too.

“Because, I love you...” his eyes scanned the floor, too afraid to see your response and hear your rejection. It didn’t take him too long to figure out your response.

He felt two small hands cup his face and he looked up from the floor to see you with a much softer expression.

“You love me?” Bucky nodded genuinely, his heart racing fast at your question.

You were too nervous to admit your feelings, it’s not like you were going to get rejected but it was still nerve-wracking. Bucky’s eyes kept flickering towards your lips. You already knew what was coming.

Just kiss him.

He noticed you were thinking a little too hard. So, he decided to ask instead of making you even more nervous.

“Can I kiss you?” He questioned, leaning towards you and cupping your face.

“If you don’t kiss her, I will—“ the two of you shoot your head towards the top of the stairs to see Sam with a phone in his hands.

Bucky grumbled giving Sam a look that could kill which caused him to chuckle.

“I’ve been trying to get the kiss on camera for ages...” Sam said playfully, smirking.

“And before you ask, no I’m not mad anymore. Now kiss, idiots!”

You giggled softly finally gaining the confidence and leaned in to press your lips against Bucky’s.

Series

Fuck, Marry, Kill (in progress)

Bucky Barnes is your dad’s co-worker and friend. 

Part 1

Part 2 *

Lee Bodecker

Same Old Mistakes *

Stucky x Reader

Pick Me *

“See something you like?” He playfully mocked, cocking an eyebrow as he slid into your shared bed. He loved teasing you at any moment.

“Mmm... no.” You giggled softly as he wrapped his arms around you and kissed that special spot on your neck.

“You’re wearing way too many clothes...” He huffed softly, tugging at your pajama pants. “Take these off—“ he groaned, but you pushed his hand away slightly.

“No funny business tonight. Tomorrow’s Christmas, I can’t be sore because of  you” Bucky chuckled softly at your words, pressing a kiss against your cheek. He snuggled closer, whispering in your ear.

“Oh, come on— I can be gentle” he teased. “Remember that time in the kitchen—“

The word kitchen suddenly sending off lights in your head as you remembered you forgot one last thing to do before tomorrow morning.

“Oh my gosh, baby! We forgot to take out the milk and cookies for Santa!” You gasped, pushing the blanket off your body and sitting up in bed. Bucky stared at you with wide eyes from your panic state.

“Don’t even think about.” He blurted suddenly. You looked over at him with pleading eyes. He tilted his head to the side, studying your face and sighed. He knew exactly what you wanted. And he really was not going to win this battle. He had just put your son to bed and that took him god knows how long. But, that didn’t matter anymore.

“We have to wake him up...” you mumbled, you inched closer to him and Bucky threw his head back in disbelief. 

“Honey, I just put him to bed-“ your hands traced his metal arm, trying your best to convince him. He did love the way your soft hands felt against his. Bucky could crumble any second.

“I know but it’s a Christmas tradition.”

He couldn’t say no to you. Not to his best girl. Plus, it’s Christian Eve. Who says no on Christmas Eve?

“Fine. Fine.” You squealed like your own son, jumping out of bed and putting a sweater over your body. Bucky watched you and shook his head softly. The things he does for you. He followed and put back his sweats and shirt on. The two of you making your way to your son’s bedroom.

Bucky was holding your small son in his arms as you went to the refrigerator to take out the milk for Santa. He clutched the small teddy bear in his arm. Your son watched in awe as you moved around in the kitchen gathering the items. 

"Which cookies do you think Santa likes the best?" you asked, smiling as you kissed your son's forehead and then plated the various types of cookies. There were chocolate chips, peanut butter, and oatmeal raisin. You then poured the milk into a medium sized cup.

"Chocolate chip!!!" Bucky laughed softly at his son’s excitement, playfully messing up his son's hair.

Everything felt right in this moment for Bucky. The way the Christmas tree’s lights brought in a beautiful glare to your figure to the presents under the tree that he knew his son and you would love tomorrow. He couldn’t be more grateful. 

“Oh? Chocolate, huh? I think those are Santa’s favorites as well..” You looked over your shoulder and winked to your husband. Bucky slightly smirked as he held his son.

He knew he would be the one to wake up early and chug down the milk & cookies before his little one would wake up. Each year you and Bucky would take turns.

But sometimes, Bucky just really wanted all the cookies to himself so he gladly volunteered each year...

“So I’m guessing you are excited for Santa, buddy?” Bucky grinned at his small son. You cleaned up the area and walked over to see the most important people in your life having a conversation.

Your son nodded slightly and then yawned. You pouted knowing that it was your fault for waking him up again so suddenly. But, you knew you would never hear the end of it if your parents found out you forgot the Christmas tradition. You kissed your child’s temple and rubbed his back. Bucky got the memo and started to wrap things up.

“Santa should be coming very soon you know... he only comes when we are sleeping. We should get back to bed—“ Bucky finished, leaning over to kiss your cheek as you turned off the kitchen lights and made your way back upstairs.

It didn’t take long for your son to fall asleep. You read him a Christmas story and in 10 minutes he was sound asleep, dreaming of Santa’s arrival.

“Okay let’s try this again” Bucky laughed, already discarding his clothes like last time as he closed your bedroom door. You giggled softly, watching him. You headed over to the bed but Bucky’s expression changed. His eyes narrowed at you which caused you to raise an eyebrow.

“Hey — didn’t I say to take those off?” he motioned to your Christmas pajamas and you groaned. “Babe... but—“

“No, none of that. I said yes to you for the cookies now daddy wants his dessert.” His tone quickly changing into something darker as his blue orbs sucked you in. God, he always had that effect on you.

“Dessert?” You bit your bottom lip, your face already getting hot. You played dumb but you knew exactly what he meant.

“Mhm...” he looked at you up and down, placing his hands on his hips.

You shyly stripped in front of him, revealing a Christmas themed piece.

He licked his lips, eyeing you. “When did you get that?” He questioned, as you settled onto the bed and he hovered over you in an instant.

“It was supposed to be a surprise...” you spoke lowly and he smirked, loving the new lingerie piece on you.

“Merry Christmas Eve to me—!” He said playfully, pulling the covers over the two of you and getting to work.

Now, you were somewhat happy. You were finally interested in someone around your age. His name was Arvin Russell. Everyday after class, he waited for you in his old beat up truck. Arvin didn’t go to college but you didn’t mind. He had small jobs here and there where he would even save some of his money to buy you small things. It was his way of showing that he really liked you. Maybe, you could see yourself falling for him...

“Got your s’ favorite” Arvin announced in his Southern accent that you loved. He had a cheeky smile as he took out a sandwich from his metal lunchbox. A new meal was always waiting for you after class.

You smiled brightly, leaning in and giving him a kiss on the cheek. Arvin pouted softly as he pointed to his lips and you chuckled giving him a kiss on the lips which he rightly deserved.

“You’re the best, Arvin!” you pressed another kiss to his nose. A tint of red started to cover his ears. He truly was one of the sweetest boys you met in town. You cherished it.

But, he wasn’t just sweet. He also knew how to woo a girl in bed...

“Holy fuck—!” You moaned, your eyes rolled back as Arvin pounded into you. The headboard colliding with the wall with every thrust. Arvin had a smirk plastered on his face. This was his favorite thing to do. Pleasure you.

“atta girl... doing so good for me...” he mumbled against your lips, his thumb swiping against your clit as his hips rutted into you. He grabbed your legs and hooked them over his shoulders creating a even more pleasurable experience.

“You close, my pretty girl—? Gunna cum for me, yeah?” Your hands pulled onto his locks and your mouth widened without a sound signaling your release as Arvin grunted heavily. With a few more thrusts, he emptied himself in the condom and pulled out of you, collapsing onto the bed. The condom thrown into the nearby trash can.

He pulled your sweaty body onto his, he watched as you panted against his chest. His heart swelled from the effect you had on him.

“I want you to be my girl for real...” he finally whispered softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. You looked up at him.

“Like— your girlfriend?”

“Mmhm—“ he mumbled and you smiled brightly, leaning forward and kissing him deeply.

As Lee Bodecker parked his car at the gas station, he saw a couple in a car not too far from where he was. The two shadows talked for a moment before they kissed each other on the nose. He couldn’t quite make out who they were but he figured it was young love. He rolled his eyes, until he noticed something. His eyes squinted and he moved his seat up, until his belly pressed against the wheel. It was you.

“Here, get yourself something. We still got a few hours left.” Arvin insisted handing you money.

“Baby... I can buy it on my own, it’s fine” you protested pushing his hand away slightly. He shook his head.

“Please. I don’t mind... how about you order us two hot sandwiches, so then you don’t feel so bad” you sighed heavily, looking down at the money in his hand.

“Fine but this is the last time, babe.”

Arvin hushed you softly, settling the money in your palm. He kissed the bridge of your nose and then your lips. The act itself warming you from within.

“I gotta pump the gas and fill the tires which is going take a while. See you in 15. Now go on.” You nodded and settled out of the car, walking into the convenient store.

You looked around the store. Arvin did say you would be on the road for some time. Everything looked good but you really didn’t want to waste all of his money. As you continued to look, the store doorbell rung signaling a new costumer had arrived.

Lee Bodecker walked into the store with a new sense of confidence. The girl who had been ignoring him for weeks had finally crossed paths with him again. He tilted his hat at the store manager before he walked towards you.

He found himself sliding into the same aisle where you were in. You were two busy bending down and looking at different flavors of chips to notice his presence behind you. His eyes roamed your backside and he bit his lip at the curve of your ass. If only he could push himself right against it.

You turned around to head into the next aisle but you collided into a taller figure. The chips in your hand fell onto the ground. You quickly scrambled to pick them up but a hand stopped you.

“No need Y/N... the pleasure is mine” you could recognize the accent from miles away.

Your heart practically stopped as you stood up to meet eyes with Lee who casually winked at you. That was the problem with the sheriff. He sweet talked you, then used you, and then did it all over again.

“I haven’t seen you in forever. Seems like you are doing everything in your power to not get into trouble...” he chuckled darkly, his eyes stayed on yours.

“Uh- yeah. I guess you can say that. Trouble is just not my thing anymore” you shrugged, looking around the store trying your best to ignore him.

Other customers continued to shop. They didn’t mind the presence of the sheriff.

“I bet.” Lee continued.

“You know... we never talked about that night between us.” You stopped in your tracks as Lee said those words. Memories from a month ago rushing back.

“Shit, you move on quick. Already sucking another man’s cock, huh?” He bended slightly to whisper in your ear just enough for you to hear. His lips grazed against your ear ever so slightly which made you shudder.

You quickly stepped away from him. Your relationship with Arvin was fairly new. He couldn’t have possibly known.

“What are you talking about?!”

“I saw you and Arvin in the car just now” He placed his hands on his hips.

“Congratulations... but he’s uh- a handful” Lee joked, his jaw clenching. You turned on your heel but Lee grabbed your arm tightly. Almost to the point of a potential bruise.

“Lee, stop. You’re hurting me...” you sneered through your teeth. He looked around the store before he grabbed you to the back and pulled you into the store’s bathroom, quickly locking the two of you in there.

“Lee-! You can’t just-! I have to go to back to Arvin!” You pushed his slightly protruding belly, trying to make your way to the door but he pulled you back.

“First off, it’s sheriff to you now. And second of all you don’t leave until I’m done talking to you. Or we can have a repeat from the party. You hear me?” He threatened, his eyes much darker from when he first greeted you.

You gulped lightly, throwing your hands to the side. Protesting wouldn’t get you anywhere. Just let him talk and you’ll be within Arvin’s arms in a few.

“Did you tell him about us?” He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“What? No. Why would I do that?” Lee laughed softly, taking off his sheriff’s hat and running his fingers through his hands.

There was nothing to tell Arvin. But, Lee thought otherwise. He pushed you back against the wall, as you stared up at him.

“Because if I was him, I would want to know that my girl goes around sucking the sheriff’s dick and then begs him to fuck her”

“T-that was one time... and it was the p-past...” his words hit you one after the other. He was shaming you for an act he manipulated you into doing. Tears started to prickle at the corner of your eyes.

You were a good person. You deserved Arvin. Lee just loved playing the role of the knight in shining armor who pretended to fix your bad behavior every single time.

“Just the past” he repeated with an uncertainty in his voice. His thumb pressed against your lips like old times but you turned your head.

He rolled his eyes at your actions.

“You were such a bad girl. But, who always left you off with a warning? Hmmm? Any other sheriff would have thrown you in the back of the cop car, while you wait for mommy and daddy to pick you up!”

His hands roamed your body as he continued to speak.

“You avoided me for a whole month because you knew you wanted me and you were afraid” he sighed heavily, glaring at you.

Maybe. He was right. But you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. Not yet at least.

“Arvin... really, Y/N?” Lee sighed, pushing away from you in disbelief.

“I like him, Sheriff. He’s a good person. He treats me right. He actually likes me and takes care of me!” You pleaded as your eyes followed him as he paced along the small bathroom.

A tear slipped against your cheek. The doorknob was so close, you could make a run if you were fast enough.

“Do you love him?” He questioned, a hint of jealousy present in his tone.

“I-I don’t know...” Lee turned around and placed himself back on you.

“I can make you feel so much better than he can...” his nose pressed against your neck, as his hands grabbed your waist.

The attraction you had for Lee was still here. It almost made you feel sick inside. If he really cared for you, he wouldn’t do this. But, his words were messing with you. A voice in your head even tried to convince you to listen to him.

“Y/N, let me show what I should have done on the night of the Halloween party” his lips ghosted over yours and pressed onto you softly. He deepened the kiss and you allowed it at first.

Lee Bodecker was finally kissing you. Something you craved for the longest. But, it felt wrong. You struggled and pushed him away.

“Stop—!” You were out of breath as you took a beeline towards the door but Lee grabbed your hair and yanked you back.

“What the hell do you think you are doing?!” He barked, and you winced in pain at his grip. When he heard your whine, he reluctantly let go but kept his arm around your body.

“I’m in a r-relationship, sheriff!” You stammered, scared to even look him in the eyes. Lee tilted your chin up, his eyes now softer. He had to think of his next actions carefully.

He was playing his favorite game on you.

“God, Y/N. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I got carried away” his arms cradled you in his embrace. His lips kissed your temple. His manners switched instantly. He knew playing the role of the bad wolf wouldn’t win you over.

“I care for you so much, darlin’ and Arvin... he’s not the one for you. He’s done a lot of bad things” Lee said softly, his thumb wiped your tears and cupped your face. If you were going to believe anything, you’d believe Lee & his job.

You raised an eyebrow. Arvin never expressed his wrongdoings. Yeah, he beat up a few bullies from school but they deserved it. Suddenly, you didn’t feel so uncomfortable in Lee’s embrace. Lee noticed this as your posture softened.

This was his chance.

“Really? Like what?”

“Oh, darlin’ if I tell ya— you’ll be scared of the poor boy. I don’t want that.” He informed, his lips pressed against your forehead again.

He was reeling you in with every word. This time you actually felt butterflies in your stomach.

If Arvin was a bad man, as the sheriff explained, then maybe Lee was actually protecting you.

“Please, sheriff... Please, tell me—” His eyes widened at your pleas. Something in him awakened. His cock stirred in his pants, a hard on soon to form. You sounded like an angel to him. He wished you would beg some more.

“You really wanna know—“ he teased, his hands falling to your sides, down your back, and right before your ass. You nodded, pushing into him some more. He bit his lip, his cock straining against his trousers.

“Well, he’s good with his Luger pistol, I’ll tell you that—“ he half joked. Lee tested the waters and suddenly put his hands on your ass. To his surprise, you didn’t move away. It’s not like you didn’t feel his hands either. You were just too busy, caught up in wanting to know more. But, it also did feel good, which you didn’t dare to admit.

He wanted to just bend you over the bathroom sink and have his way already. Just a few more lines and he’d be there.

“Remember that pastor in town who passed away a while ago—“

You nodded recollecting the only town’s gossip. You never went to church, but you remembered hearing the death on the television. It was one of the only major events that happened in Knockemstiff. Lee’s hands squeezed your ass softly and then wandered up your shirt.

“W-what does the pastor have to with a-anything?” You mumbled, holding in your moans at Lee’s actions. His hands cupped your covered breasts and began to grope them. In one swift movement, your bra was off and Lee was pinching your nipples. You gasped, arching yourself towards him.

“Shhh... getting to the best part. Just listen.” He whispered, pressing soft kisses against your neck and you finally moaned. Victory. Lee even started to get carried away and grinded against you.

You knew how wrong this was. It was overwhelming. If Arvin ever found out what was taking place, he’d leave you. This had to stay a secret.

“You’re taking too long!” you whined, feeling the sheriff’s hands and body engulf you. Although it was turning you on, you had to get back to Arvin.

“What did I just say? Don’t rush me” he bellowed, as he shoved two fingers in your mouth. The feeling wasn’t unfamiliar. He’s done this before at the night of the party. You played along with him and swirled your tongue around his digits.

You just needed to know what Arvin did. You had to see if he was worth it. But, you were surely testing Lee’s patience. He needed your pussy now.

“Turns out your precious boyfriend was a part of the murder...” he popped his fingers out your mouth, already undoing your jeans and pushing them down. He pushed your panties to the side and rubbed your clit with his soaked fingers. You bit your lip, throwing your head back and Lee chuckled at your body’s response. He turned your body around, the two of you now looking into the mirror.

“What?”

“Your little boyfriend killed the pastor.” Lee’s eyes studied yours as they widened through mirror. He nodded, moving your hair away from your neck. His fingers danced against the skin, goosebumps forming.

“T-that can’t be true-“ you murmured, as Lee began to place sloppy wet kisses over your exposed skin.

Arvin Russell was a good man. If he killed someone, there had to be a good reason.

One thing Lee was good at was creating his own version of the truth.

Your thoughts were clouded from Lee’s actions. It was all too much, but you couldn’t push away from Lee even if you wanted to.

“Well, start believing darlin’— you need a real man. Someone who is gunna take care of ya— That boy just gunna mess with your damn head...” The next thing you heard was the sound of the sheriff’s belt being unbuckled and his pants dropping. You sucked in a breath, already knowing what would happen next. There was no need to turn around.

“You’re not gunna run away now, are you?” He teased, as his cock ran through your folds, collecting your wetness. You gasped lightly biting down on your lip, shaking your head.

“That’s a good girl. Now, hold on, sheriff’s gunna make you feel real good.” He smirked motioning you to hold onto the sink as he slowly entered you. Your hands tightened around the sink as you moaned at how thick he was.

“Fuck!” You both announced as Lee fully bottomed out holding onto your hips. His thrusts quickly falling into a steady pace, as he pulled your hair back.

“So tight and wet-! Whose this pussy belong to huh?” His hand fell onto your right cheek, and then your left, until it made a type of red shade. It was the right amount of pain and pleasure.

You wanted to say his name but your mind kept drifting to Arvin. He was probably worried sick. 15 minutes definitely had already passed.

Lee scoffed as if he somehow could read your thoughts. His thrusts became deeper and rougher, his hand wrapping around your throat.

“I asked you a fuckin’ question!” Lee spat, his voice was deeper, almost animalistic.

“My cock is in this dirty cunt—! Not him!” Before you could reply he slapped your ass with a stronger force.

“It belongs to you!” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes. He groaned, his lips sucking and licking against your neck. He was close but he wanted you to cum with him. His fingers once again giving your clit attention which was a little too harsh.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, slowly but surely the only one on your mind was Lee and how good his cock felt around you.

“God, I’m going to make you my little whore. Your pretty face and cunt stuffed with my cock whenever I like, say yes” He grunted, his fingers digging into your hips and to his surprise you wiggled your ass against him. Even clenched around him. You were too lost in the ecstasy. He’s got you now.

“Yes—! Yes, I’ll be your whore!” you practically begged, humiliated by your words but it felt too good.

“Going to fill this cunt up now— and tomorrow and the day after that. You’ll love it.“ he grunted through his teeth.

“Please—!” You moaned, the only sounds consisted of heavy panting and his cock pounding in and out of you. The mirror already fogged.

“Cum with me!” He groaned, his final thrust helping you reach your orgasm. Moments later, Lee was stilling inside you and painting your walls which felt like forever, some of his cum seeping down your thighs.

He leaned over and wiped down the mirror. Your appearance was much messier from when you got there. Tear stained cheeks, make up ruined, & messy hair. You looked horrible but to Lee you looked like a doll. The sight already making his cock hard again.

He turned you around and lifted you up on the sink. “Mine” he observed, the coldness from the sink made you wince. Lee propped your mouth open and spat inside.

“Swallow.” And you gladly did as he pulled you into a forceful kiss, teeth and tongue clashing. His hands played with your breasts as the two of you moaned in pleasure.

He officially ruined you... and claimed you.

“Who do you belong to?” He asked one final time as he broke the sloppy kiss, saliva disconnecting from yours and his mouth.

“You... sheriff.” He nodded proudly, grabbing his boxers and trousers from the floor, and dressed himself. He picked up your panties and stuffed them into his pocket. You began to protest but he hushed you.

“You’ll get these back after you leave him... Don’t keep me waiting, honey.” Lee announced sternly, kissing you again and then leaving you alone in the bathroom.

Your propped yourself off the sink, your legs shakily going over to grab your jeans to put them on quickly. You splashed some water on your face but it didn’t change anything. Your hair covered your new forming hickies but it couldn’t take away your post sex look.

You nervously opened the bathroom door and walked back into the main area of the store. The store was quiet and the sheriff was already gone.

“Baby—! There you are—“ Arvin’s voice startled you from behind as he hurried over to you and pulled you into his arms. His hands cupping your face. “What happened?” He questioned, concern written all over his face.

“I was in the bathroom I-uh- have a really bad stomach ache. I don’t know. It came out of nowhere...” you mumbled, holding onto your stomach. Somehow trying to convince him that was the reason for your horrible appearance. He signed in relief, rocking your body back and forth.

“Come on, I’ll drive you home...”

Arvin was oblivious. Maybe, he was too in love and just believed anything that came out of your mouth. You were thankful for that. His hands interlaced with yours, as you both walked out the store, a limp in your step.

The sheriff’s car was parked in the front just like he said he would. He told you in the bathroom he would wait for you.

Most importantly, To leave Arvin.

The two of you locked eyes. The sight in front of him filled him up with jealousy. He saw the way you were limping. Proudly, caused by him. But here you were laced hand in hand with Arvin.

If you weren’t going to leave him, then Lee would take matters into his own hands. The sheriff stepped out his car, stopping you & Arvin. His hands on his hips as he tilted his hat up.

“Something wrong, Sheriff?” Arvin asked, holding you close.

Sam Wilson presented a small smirk in the rear view mirror as he drove. He found it hilarious that Bucky never caught your stares. The best part was Sam also knew Bucky had a crush on you.

“We should be there soon, I call dibs on the solo bedroom.” Sam spoke up.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed and he cleared his throat. “But, what about Y/N?” He questioned and your eyes widen lightly at the fact that Bucky was even acknowledging you.

“I thought we promised we would give it to her” his voice becoming stern as he sits up. You’re taken by his actions, also, sitting up.

“Buck— it’s totally fine... Sam said something about his neck hurting...” you shrugged while Sam smiled lightly in the rear view mirror. His plan was falling into place.

Bucky shook his head in disbelief and sighed mumbling something incoherent under his breath.

Before any conversation could continue, Sam was already pulling up into the secluded woods. The cabin eventually coming into the view through the trees.

“Here we are!” Sam announced, parking the car and you un-click your seatbelt, heading to your home for the next couple of days.

As days followed along the mission, you awkwardly shared a bedroom with Bucky. He insisted that he would just sleep on the small couch. His legs would hang from the edge, and then he would complain about aches. If only he listened to you, and just slept in the bed with you. You really didn’t mind.

“Sam, can we talk?” Bucky requests, walking a fast pace down the road and Sam follows him.

“What’s going on in that cyborg brain of yours?”

“You don’t want to know. But--” Bucky stops mid sentence as he looks ahead to see you alone on the road. He wished his hands were laced with yours, reassuring you that the mission would go fine tomorrow.

“She likes you, man” Sam noticed the way Bucky stared at you these past days. And countless days before that. A lovesick puppy is what he was. 

“No she doesn’t...”

Sam rolls his eyes. If only he could knock some sense into his friend.

“Trust me, Buck. Go talk to her.“ He insists, practically pushing his friend away.

“God... I hate you.”

Bucky grunts and awkwardly jogs ahead to meet you in the road. You smile as he comes up next to you.

“Oh hey— bored of Sam already?” You tease, chuckling softly, and Bucky smiles big. His heart already fluttering every-time you speak.

“I guess so” Bucky shrugs. “I—I just didn’t want you to be alone.”

“Who? Me? Bucky, I totally understand if you want to talk to Sam. You’ve known him for years and I’m here to just learn the ropes.” There was no hard feelings.

Bucky was lost for words. He really didn’t know what to say next. He sucked at the flirting game in the 21st century.

“But we can be friends, too...”

“I thought we were already friends!” You state playfully, looking up at him, panic settling within him.

Of course, he considered you as a friend. He wanted to be more than friends, frankly.

“That’s not what I meant—! You are my friend. What I-I meant was I was thinking about the sleeping arrangements and we should totally sleep in the bed together...”

The words didn’t sound right as he spoke. His nerves were overtaking him. Bucky was switching to a new conversation with each sentence.

Sam watched the train wreck in front of him. But, he still had faith in his friend. Just give him a few more seconds. He’s got it... As much as Bucky was bombing this encounter, Sam knew how head over heels you were for him. Bucky could say almost anything and you would still find it adorable.

A smirk twitches against your lips. “Well, Bucky I’ve been telling you that for the longest. I hate to see your body in pain the next morning over something so simple. What’s changed your mind?”

Bucky takes a deep breath before speaking.

“The truth is I get nervous around you Y/N... so I thought if I slept on the couch, I could escape this problem. But it only seems to be getting worse...” he looks down, awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

You smile wide, a sudden warmth flushing your cheeks. “I get nervous around you too...”

Bucky’s eyes shoot up in an instant. One of his eyebrow raises. He would have never expected someone like you to be nervous when you displayed such a cool and collected manner. “You do?”

You nod, stopping to look up at him.

“You make me nervous, Bucky... because I like you.” Bucky’s breath hitches, little shit Sam was actually right. Don’t screw this up, Bucky thought.

“I like you too, doll...” you bite your bottom lip, internally squealing inside. His hands slowly inch towards yours and naturally intertwine with your fingers. This isn't exactly how he pictured it but it was everything he wanted.

As the two of you walk in silence hand in hand for a couple of moments, Bucky finally speaks up again.

“Hey, doll... are you a kicker in your sleep?” He asks, his thumb rubbing over your hand ever so gently.

“No? Why?”

“Because I am but when I’m wrapped around something... like a pillow— it goes away.”

“Is this your way of saying you want to cuddle when we get home?”

“Yes...” Bucky shyly looks down at you and nods. His hand squeezing yours softly.

“I’d love to cuddle with you Bucky...” you tippy toe and press a small kiss against his cheek.

One week. No text message. Nothing.

No one knew about the events that spiraled from last week’s party. However, the attitude that you presented told another story. You were grumpy, annoyed, and even sad... And you hated it. It was Bucky’s fault. You needed to talk to him.

That’s how you found yourself sat in your dad’s office, doing meaningless paper work for him. You somehow convinced your parents that your strange attitude was due to the fact that you hated being indoors all day since coming home from college. You needed a new “scenery”. The great scenery of your father’s office.

“I’m not going to be able to drive you home...” your father’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You watched as your father checked his watch. “Actually, Barnes shift ends now, I’m sure he can drive you home.” Your head shot up from your desk and your back straightened. It was the last thing you wanted to hear your father say.

“I’ll call him into the office...” Your father quickly went to dial a number to connect to Bucky’s office. He spoke quietly to Bucky’s secretary. You swallowed thickly, tidying up your area, waiting for Bucky’s arrival as the minutes went by. Why would he even agree? He’s been ignoring you for days.

“Hey, is everything alright Mr. L/N” Bucky’s head stuck into the room as his eyes slightly widened at the sight of you. You quickly locked eyes with him. He scratched the back of his neck before turning his attention back to your father.

“Y/N decided to tag along today but I’m staying late. Think you could take her home for me—?”

Your father looked up from his paperwork. Bucky stuffed his hands awkwardly in his pockets and nodded.

“Y-yeah, of course...” his voice cracked lightly but he cleared it up with a cough.

“Are you ready, Y/N?” Your name rolled off his tongue so effortlessly, your father didn’t even feel the tension happening underneath.

Bucky leaned against the doorway, his eyes wandered back to yours. He took in your figure shamelessly. The short skirt and blouse already creating an uncomfortable situation for him. You nodded meekly, waving goodbye to your father as you followed Bucky out the room.

As you headed towards the elevator, you mentally cursed yourself. Calm down. What’s the worst that could happen? If it’s awkward, you’ll just take an Uber.

Bucky’s eyes lightly glanced over you as he pressed the elevator button. The two of you were alone for the first time. You wanted him to say something. Anything but, it was silent. The only thing heard was the crappy elevator’s holiday music. Once the elevator dinged, Bucky walked out.

Your legs wobbled slightly, as you followed him.

Bucky walked towards his car and opened the passenger door for you. You looked up at him, his expression on his face was vague. You quickly slid into the car as Bucky closed it and rounded the car to the driver’s seat. The awkward silence was dawning.

“So... are we going to talk about what happened?” You broke the ice first and Bucky sighed lightly, fumbling with the car keys in his hands.

“I’d rather not.”

“You never texted me back—! Are you mad at me?” You slightly yelled, immediately becoming embarrassed by the sudden change in your voice.

Bucky ran his fingers through his hair and raised his hands up in defense. His face softening as he looked at you.

“Come on, Y/N I’m not mad at you. I can never be mad at you— but you have to know why I didn’t text you.”

“We kissed—“

Bucky stopped you right there. His hands clutched his keys to turn on the ignition which in return overpowered your low voice. His arm stretched out over your seat, as he pulled out of the parking spot and headed onto the road.

He spoke lowly. “And that’s never going to happen again.”

Of course, he would fucking said that.

Bucky had been calling the shots for one week. But, It was your turn now.

“Yeah, right” You scoffed, turning your body to face towards him. You folded your arms, as you stared him down. He drove with one hand and then turned his head slightly at you. He chuckled lightly at your ‘annoyed’ face.

To him, you looked adorable. He missed you.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He casually lit a cigarette as the car stopped at a red light. You watched as his teeth wrapped around the substance inhaling for some time and then blowing it out. He knew exactly what he was doing.

On the other end of Bucky’s poised face, however, was a man who was just as afraid as you. Anxious. It’s the reason why he never texted you back. He thought about you each and everyday. Playing different scenarios in his head. Each one never forming a happy outcome for the both of you.

“What I’m trying to say is you can’t just pretend like nothing ever happened, Bucky. Ignoring me for one week is extremely childish. I’m the one in college, not you. God, I should of known all men are the same, doesn’t matter their age-”

You rolled your eyes, finally looking out the window. As you turned your head, you noticed that Bucky was driving in a different from your house.

Bucky listened to you as he drove silently down the road recalling the moments from the past week.

He tried to push away these new feelings for you. Bucky even invited a random girl he met back to his place. But, for the first time, he couldn’t even get hard. It was embarrassing.

“That’s a new one! What the hell is going on with you? Do I have to take you the doctor? Like, I know you’re old but you’re not THAT old“ Sam chuckled lightly as he took a sip of his beer at Bucky’s house.

“Shut up, punk. You just don’t understand” Bucky trailed off, cringing as he remembered his date storming out of his place.

“This is not the way to my house.”

“I know that” You watched the road become smaller and the lanes turn into empty masses of land. Eventually he pulled into a secluded place which captured the view of the city.

He planned on taking you here sometime this week but the opportunity already granted itself. It was supposed to be a talk where you’d both promise to forget about the night of the party. Go back to how everything was, but he was weaker than he thought.

He couldn’t push his feelings away anymore.

“You’re right...” he mumbled, parking the car and burning the cigarette against the ashtray. He sighed softly before looking at you. It was the first time in a week since he was able to take in all of your features.

“What?”

C‘mere” his hands slid across the seat and patted it lightly, your tongue awkwardly fiddled against your mouth. You unhook your seatbelt and scooted over. The two of your staring at one another. His eyes flickered down to your lips.

Before you could ask him what he meant, Bucky leaned in and pressed his lips gently against yours. It was sweet and gentle at first. Almost, like he was trying to say sorry. But, It didn’t take any time until the kiss turned into a full blown make-out session. Your hands finding their way into his hair as he cupped your face, his tongue exploring your mouth. He missed this. You missed this. It was intoxicating.

Your hand trailed down his chest until they stopped at his jeans, surprisingly a bulge forming against his jeans. You pulled away breathlessly, his eyes half lidded filled with a new found happiness staring back at you.

“Do you want this?” He mumbled.

Of course you wanted this. It’s been one whole week of waiting for a response. You weren’t going to back out now.

“I do...”

“Then come back here, baby...”

The name sent goosebumps down your spine. He grabbed your hand and brought it back to his budge. You squeezed it lightly causing him to groan. His lips pressed soft kisses onto your neck as his hands began to unzip your jeans and tug them until your panties was exposed to him.

His fingers pressed against your panties and he licked his lips. “You’re soaking... is this for me?” You whimpered, working to take off his jeans. He helped you by tugging them past his ass. The size from his outline startling you a bit. You courageously leaned down and pressed a kiss against his boxers.

Bucky sucked in a breath before pulling you back by your hair. You whined lightly but as his fingers rubbed you through your panties, you quickly got the memo.

“If we do that, I don’t think you’ll get home before your father. That can wait another time, baby, like when you’re on my bed or my couch. ” he winked. So, he wanted this to become a reoccurrence..

As Bucky pulled his cock out, your breath hitched at the sight. It was a shame he wouldn’t let you wrap your mouth around it.

“You’re so big” you blurted, wrapping your hand around his shaft. He sucked in his bottom lip before tugging your panties down, wasting no time to tease your folds. His middle finger circled your opening before collecting the wetness and sucking it off his finger. As he did this, his eyes bored into yours. The action alone could make you cum.

“And you taste sweet. God, can’t wait until I can eat this pretty pussy”

“I’m sure it will be sooner than you think, daddy”

With the amount of nerves you had, you couldn’t control that mouth of yours. Blurting out every thought was your last resort Hopefully, he didn’t mind your new nickname for him.. But, as you looked up from pumping Bucky’s cock, a smirk grew on his face as so did small grunts fall from his mouth.

You tried to cover up your nerves by continuing to pleasure the man you had a crush on for the longest. You leaned down and spat on his cock, the salvia dribbling down to create a sort of lube. Your hand quickly pumping his shaft and massaging his balls.

“What was that you called me, pretty girl?” Bucky hissed from your actions as his thumb rubbed your clit at a pleasurable pace, his middle finger ready to fuck you.

“Daddy...” you moaned.

“Shit— already calling me daddy... I don’t think your father is going to like that” He teased.

“You want daddy to finger this pretty pussy. Make you cum... hmm?” Bucky grunted in your ear which made you whimper as his fingers thrusted into you with one swift movement, his other hand holding onto your hips.

“Feels so good!” You bucked into his hand, and Bucky stared down at the scene in front of him. He never knew he could be so turned on from your small hand stroking him and your moans. His head already thrown back against the chair as he thrusted a second finger into you.

“You’re clenching, baby... already close, huh?” His fingers thrusted faster, as his palm collided with your clit. He pulled your body closer as he lips sucked onto your neck. You could start to feel Bucky twitch within your hand, signaling he was not too far either. He started to take the lead and thrust into your hand.

“God, why didn’t we do this sooner?” He hummed against your skin, his lips continued to attack your skin. A big bruise would sure form by tomorrow. Good thing, you just brought a new concealer. His fingers curled inside you, hitting the sweet spot that only one of your ex’s could ever find.

“Agh—Bucky... think I’m close—“ you played with his balls in an effort to get him to release at the same time with you. Your release hurrying by the second.

“Yeah, baby. I’m right with you. Let go-“ your mouth hung open as the wave of pleasure took over your body. Bucky slipped his tongue in your mouth, as his fingers pumped you through your high. His cock thrusted into your hand wildly, as he pulled away slightly.

“Fuck, Y/N!!” With one shout, Bucky was a goner, his seed shooting against your mound. You bit your lip at the sight in front of you, your hands going to his shoulders. For some reason, you needed to be close to him, preferably wrapped in his arms.

As exhausted as Bucky was he hooked his arms under your legs and settled you on his lap. You smiled, falling into the crook of his neck. The two of you panting in a state of bliss. He pulled some of your hair away, to leave feather light kisses on your neck and shoulder.

His hands trailed up your body until they cupped your face. You bit your lip staring at the man who was only a few inches away from you.

“I’m sorry for not texting you. I was thinking...”

“You were thinking.” You mimicked back raising your eyebrow, already frowning at his answer. He chuckled softly at your face, shaking his head before kissing your nose to reassure you that it was going to be good answer. You scrunched your nose lightly, playing with the hair on his neck.

“Yes. About us.” He explained.

“Go on...” 

He tucked the loose strands of hair behind your ear before speaking. “I’m willing to make this work, if you are.” You smiled at his words.

“I want this to work but what about my parents...” you mumbled slightly, the most important factor barely being discussed.

He stroked your cheek and sighed. “Well, baby, we can tell them when we are ready.”

“There’s no need to rush, don’t you think I should take you out on a few dates first to see if you actually like me” he said playfully which made you giggle. Okay, he had a point.

“But, how will I be able to see you all the time without them being ya- know.. suspicious?” He smirked slightly, already having an answer for that.

Your two men stared at you from across the living area. Bucky and Steve were both chosen to go on a mission but one could stay behind. Tony left it up to them. It would be a small and quick. Therefore, they didn’t need more people than what the aircraft could handle. Ever since the pandemic hit, even the avengers were taking the necessary precautions on limiting their travel. If the less could travel, the better.

You looked at both of your boyfriends in distress. They decided to leave the decision up to you. Their favorite girl. Whoever you chose would stay at home with you, while the other would go. If any one of them got hurt, it wouldn’t be your fault. Not even a scratch. They promised that the mission only consisted of surveillance and reporting.

But that wasn’t the problem. The problem was you didn’t want them to think you were picking favorites. Because, you loved them both... truly.

Steve stood up and sat on the couch next to you. “Sweetie... who do you want to stay with you?” He hummed lightly, rubbing your thighs innocently.

“She wants to stay with me, obviously” Bucky stated in a cocky tone, flashing the both of you a smile. You bit your bottom lip as Bucky winked at you.

“I-I don’t know-”

“Sweetheart. Yes you do... come on. Is it me?” Steve asked softly as he leaned in and pressed a wet kiss on your collarbone. You shuddered lightly, your hands running through his hair as a reflex.

“Woah—! Hey! You’re kissing her!” Bucky announced, standing up from across the room and heading over to you.

“Yes, she’s my girl...”

Steve’s lips found their way from your collarbone to your neck.

“Our girl.” Bucky corrected, sitting down on the opposite side as you were squished in between two super soldiers. Your boyfriends.

Bucky tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear, as he looked at you. “Doll, one of us needs to start packing our bags. We leave tomorrow morning. Who is it?” Bucky’s lips now kissed your neck as well.

You felt overwhelmed. The two of them sending you over the edge for one little answer. It was too much.

“Listen Daddy takes such good care of you... don’t you love it when Daddy buries his face in that sweet little pussy?” Bucky whispered in your ear before kissing that sweet spot on your neck. Your toes already curling.

“Yes...” Bucky smiled brightly at your answer. He’s got you right where he wanted.

“I can hear you-“ Steve rolled his eyes. You almost forget about their super hearing. You giggled softly, your head falling onto Steve’s shoulder. His hands combing through your hair. Wonder, if they could also smell your arousal...

“And might I add, I’m the one who wrecks this pussy every morning and night. Grandpa over here complains about how tired he is” Steve stated.

“You son of a bitch”

You rolled your eyes pushing away from them both, standing up. Steve & Bucky quickly shut their mouths and looked up at you.

“I’m tired of hearing the two of you bicker over this. I just want to get over with it. So, I choose Bucky.”

The two men look at each other before Bucky breaks out into a wide smile. Steve rolls his eyes at him. He didn’t care. He knew you loved him just the same as you loved Bucky. They promised each other that whoever you chose, they wouldn’t take it to heart. Plus, whoever you didn’t choose was going to fuck you all night long.

“Thank you, baby girl, I always knew you loved daddy’s cock a little more” Bucky said playfully and Steve shoved him away, lightly scoffing as he stood up from the couch. His hands pulled you in.

“Come on, sweetie. Help daddy pack, gonna miss you...” you smiled and wrapped your arms around Steve’s neck before he hooked his arm under your ass and picked you up swiftly.

As Steve carried you to the room, you stuck your tongue out at Bucky in a mocking tone. Before you could even put your tongue back where it belonged, Bucky was jumping out his seat and slapping your ass as the three of you went to go help Steve pack.

“Baby, help! This thing is not working” Bucky grumbled as his hands tapped the laptop multiple times.

You walked over to where Bucky was sitting on the couch and sat on his lap. You giggled softly once you noticed his frustrated face.

“Whatcha tryna do ?” You looked at Bucky’s screen.

Poor Connection. The video will resume automatically when the connection improves.

Bucky sighed at the message as he wrapped his arm around your waist and kissed your shoulders.

“Video chat with Steve” he mumbled against your skin. You looked at the laptop and quickly found the problem.

“You have to turn the WiFi on, silly.” You explained and Bucky pretended like he knew what that meant. He watched in awe as you pressed a few more buttons on the keyboard. Before he could even speak, Steve’s face appeared on the small screen.

“Steve!” You gushed brightly and Bucky smiled too. It was supposed to be a surprise but technology was never his strong suit.

“Hey, baby girl...” Steve smirked slightly leaning against his chair. He was in a cabin hideout, the one thing he asked for Tony was WiFi. And well, his wish was thankfully granted.

“Now, who figured this whole video chat out. I know it wasn’t grandpa.” You laughed softly, and shook your head.

“It was our princess... of course. She’s so smart.” Bucky bragged, kissing your temple and you blushed.

“And has our princess been a good girl?” Steve questioned and you bit your bottom lip, watching the two boys exchange words.

“She sure has. Tell Steve how many orgasms daddy gave you last night...” the cool metal from Bucky’s hand sent goosebumps as it slid down your shorts but to his surprise you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

Shit. You forgot about that. Your breath hitched lightly as Bucky’s movements stopped. It wasn’t your fault. You were sore from last night & couldn’t even bear to put on underwear.

“What is it?” Steve asked again and Bucky chuckled darkly. His fingers rubbing against you folds and collecting your wetness. You shivered, your hips already bucking up into his hands. Bucky’s hard-on growing beneath you.

“Why don’t you tell daddy what’s goin’ on? Or maybe you’d like to show him...” Bucky cooed as a finger easily slipped into your hole. Your moans covered the silence in the room, your head falling back onto his shoulder. Steve already clicked the two things together. 

“Daddy is touching me...” you sucked in your bottom lip and Bucky added in a second finger, stretching you wider as he groaned. You heard a belt being unbuckled and thrown onto the floor.

Then, you heard it. Steve’s grunt.

“No, you know that’s not it. Don’t start acting dumb, tell him” Bucky slapped your cunt harshly making you yelp out. Shit, he was angry now. You could hear on the other end of the video, Steve sucking in a breath and his phone moved lightly. He was touching himself.

“I didn’t wear underwear today...” you stutter through your teeth, scared to look at the camera. You felt tears welled up in your eyes from the pain, pleasure, and embarrassment.

“Did Bucky say you could act like a little slut today?” Steve challenged, pulling his cock out from his underwear & began to stroke himself slowly.

“No, daddy! I’m sorry!” Bucky laughed from the tone of your voice, instantly spreading your legs wider. Your ass grinded against his painful hard-on straining against his sweats as he continued to pump his fingers into you.

“She’s so fucking wet— I’m thinking this was her plan all along.” Bucky pulled his fingers out of you, sucking on your wetness and then shoved his fingers inside your mouth. You moaned heavily around his fingers, the taste of your wetness and his salvia evident.

“Fuck. Let me see her pussy...” Bucky smirked at Steve’s words, pulling his fingers out your mouth and you nervously looked around.

They’ve seen you multiple times, but you never used any type of cameras or recording devices during intimate moments. This was new. Bucky leaned forward and and angled the laptop to your dripping pussy.

“Isn’t this the prettiest little pussy you’ve ever seen, Steve?” Bucky narrated as his fingers ran against your folds, before spreading your lips. You felt exposed but it was erotic, especially hearing Steve’s moans on the other end. You were a moaning mess, your breath getting faster, and he wasn’t even doing much.

“You know Daddy has to punish you, right? I’m not there but Bucky is...” Bucky pulled the laptop back, showing his face and yours again. You were too nervous to actually turn your head and look at Bucky. However, as you looked at the camera, he had a smirk plastered on his face.

“Because you wanna be a slut and walk around the house with no panties, you’re going to ride Daddy’s cock for me on camera, right now” Steve demanded as Bucky quickly stood you up and slapped your ass harshly. His hands wasting no time in pulling down his sweats and boxers to expose his angry cock. It was fully hard and already had the perfect amount of pre-cum where you wanted to get on you knees and kitten lick it right off. Your legs pressed against each other at the sight.

“Daddy is not waiting all day... strip” Bucky barked causing you to flinch heavily as you quickly took off your shirt and then shorts.

“Look at my little girl, only if she didn’t act like a fucking slut— go ahead, sit on your daddy’s dick” you heard Steve speak and turned to look at the camera.

Steve was naked. Fuck. He even positioned the camera, so you could see his cock as well. You didn’t even notice how long you were staring until Bucky slapped your ass again. His arms wrapped around your waist and sunk you down. The two of you moaning out. The sudden burn caused you to wince and close your eyes for a moment.

Bucky’s lips pressed and sucked against your skin as he began to thrust up into you. His thumb flicking your clit which only increased the pleasure. “Baby... eyes up here.” Steve snapped. Bucky grabbed your jaw forcing you to look forward. Your eyes fluttered open slowly as you saw your other boyfriend stroking himself. His cheeks were flushed. Head thrown back. Abs collecting sweat. It was utter blissfulness.

“I can’t believe my baby is such a slut, You like Steve watching us fuck, huh?” You moaned, clenching around his cock in response, moving your hips to match Bucky’s thrusts. “Tightest pussy in the whole goddamn world, Fuck-!”

“Shit—! you’re going to let Daddy fuck you too when he gets home, yeah?” Steve teased, thrusting into his hand.

You nodded, your mouth opening and eyes rolling back as Bucky began to pick up the speed. “I think Steve asked you a question.” Bucky slapped your cunt once more causing you to dig your nails into his thighs.

“Yes, daddy. You can fuck me whenever you want...”

“That’s my good girl” Steve grunted lowly. “Fuck- You close, Bucky? I’m bout to cum and I need to see my pretty girl cum with us...” Bucky nodded heavily, licking a stripe up your neck, his thumb pressing down against your clit.

“Daddy... I’m close—“ you announced, turning your head to look at Bucky and he moved in, kissing you deeply. It was all tongue, teeth, & salvia which only caused Steve to become chaotic on the other end. The sound of skin slapping against each other and his throaty moans increased by the second. Steve was getting off from the show you and Bucky put on for him.

“Cum with us” Bucky mumbled against your lips, as his thrusts become sporadic, the familiar knot in your stomach forming. With one look at Steve on the screen, you lost it, the wave crashing as you clenched and came around Bucky. Bucky was close behind, his thrusts stopping and filling you up to the brim before leaning against the couch. Steve watched everything unfold, saving himself until the last minute. And to your surprise, you got to witness as he unleashed ropes of cum across his chest, abs, and face.

“Holy shit...” Bucky announced and chuckled softly. I guess he was also watching Steve. The only thing you could hear now was the three of you panting. Bucky pressed soft kisses on your neck and shoulders as he occasionally whispered soft affirmations in your ear. You leaned back and closed your eyes, listening to Bucky’s soft voice, the two of you waiting for Steve to regain his energy.

“You’re an asshole” you heard Steve finally mumble as he grabbed a tissue and started to wipe his cum off his chiseled chest and then chin.

“Round 2, anyone?” You playfully slapped Bucky’s chest and he laughed, shrugging his shoulders. You forgot he had stamina for days. You heard the laptop beep, and as you looked closely, the battery was dying.

“Battery’s about to die...”