i’m a slut for stucky

"You're beautiful," he said and your eyes snapped to him.

You gave him a small, tender smile "You're drunk." It's true.

He was. He had drunk Thor's liquor at Tony's party earlier - his blue eyes glazy and more animated than usual.

He pulled you to him, spinning you around as he wrapped both hands around your waist and you squealed in delight.

"l am drunk," he admitted, one of his hands caressed your face - his thumb resting on your lips as he outlined them like they were the most intricate thing in the world.

"And tomorrow, I'll be sober and you'll still be beautiful" he murmured and your heart flipped.

When you didn't say anything, his lips stretched out into a beautiful, dazzling smile.

"Dance with me." He said, pulling you close.

Your lips curved "You hate dancing."

"Not if it's with you."

And then you danced together like a bunch of idiots. He spun you around, dipped you, pressed you into his body, kissed you. The moment was pure and absolute bliss as your laughter filled the air.

***

Sitting there like you did all the time, alone, late at night as your office filled with moonlight and the beautiful New York lights, that beautiful song filled with wistfulness singing words you never really listened to - your tears began to flow unchecked. God damn you for putting that stupid, stupid song on the playlist.

You’d seen Bucky Barnes merely hours ago, he was there - willing and wanting yet you kept him out of reach. All because you couldn’t move on. All because you felt like he would hate you for it. But would he really? He was the love of your life once, yes. Part of you knew he’d want you to be happy, even if we’re without him but you just couldn’t, your heart tore itself apart every time you tried. Bucky was just plain out of reach. Not because he chose to be so...but because you made him be so.

When the song was done, you played it again.

And again.

Then again.

Then, tears in your eyes, you got up - put your shoes on and walked out of your office. You replayed it as you walked out of the building, heels inaudibly clicking as the song replayed in your ears over and over again. It was cold outside but, it didn’t matter. You weren’t sure how far you walked, it was aimless and careless but that didn’t matter to you either.

The music was still playing when a firm hand wrapped around your bicep, making you squeal as that hand didn’t hesitate to whip you around.

Then you stared up at Bucky Barnes’ angry face.

You blinked up at him twice before you realised his lips were moving - was he talking?

“What?” you asked, talking very loudly over music he couldn’t hear.

His head jerked as his eyes narrowed on your earphones. You felt his hand leave your arm and then suddenly the song was gone because he promptly removed your earphones from your head.

Then you heard him growl, “Jesus Christ,”

You frowned at him, confused. “What?”

“You’re walking alone, in the dark, in New York. A city full of gangs and drunk men and you’re doing it with earphones in and music so loud you couldn’t hear someone approaching even if he was wearing a damn cowbell,”

You blinked, confusion still etched in your features “I’ve lived in New York all my life,” you mumbled, “people are friendly.”

“No doll, they’re not,”

“But-,”

“Sweetheart, there’s a murder in New York every other day. Something happens to you, Steve’ll have a fit. So will Tony. So do us a favour and don’t walk around at night alone yeah?” He pointed at your earphones. “Especially with these in,”

You swallowed because he was incredibly close right now. God, even the way he smells is fucking incredible - like mint, musk and just pure man. It’s intoxicating. “Okay...” you said distractedly.

Suddenly your hand was caught in a strong firm grip and he tugged while he stated: “I’m walking you back.”

Since his hand was tugging and his body was tall, lean and muscular you had no choice but to follow him but you did protest as your feet moved unusually fast to keep up with his strides “Uh-no, that’s okay. Really. I can get back by myself and I won’t listen to music,” he stopped abruptly and you frowned up at him “How’d you even find me here?”

“Absolutely not. I'm walking you back, end of story.” he said, ignoring your question.

“Sergeant Barnes this is-“

“Bucky.” he clipped.

You huffed “I don’t need-”

“We live in the same building just-“

“But I-“ you started but stopped yourself because now his eyes were angry and his handsome face was an inch from yours.

“I’m...walking...you...home,” he said low, slow, each word deliberate. You did the only thing you could do. You nodded.

His face started to move back then his eyes narrowed again and, to the further detriment of your ability to breathe, it got even closer. His eyes moved over your features then they came back to your eyes.

“You been crying?” he asked, his voice low but now soft. You stared up at him.

“No.” you lied.

Then Bucky did that damned soft voice that made you melt.

“Sugar, I’ve got eyes.”

Nope! You were not falling for his man charms. Not today - you pulled in a breath and straightened your shoulder. “Sergeant Barnes-“ 

“Bucky,” he whispered this time. 

“Okay then, Bucky. I have been crying. But it’s none of your business. I’m your therapist, it’s my job to talk about your stuff with you, there are no two ways about it.

His eyes searched your face and to your surprise, he dropped the subject. He muttered something under his breath and moved away, yanking your hand as you both began to walk again.

You looked up at his handsome face - wanted to ask what on Earth he was doing out at this time of night. Was he following you? Was he getting back from seeing someone? Your chest filled with hot jealousy at the thought of that but you pushed it down. This was not the time for irrationality. You also wanted to ask him to let go of your hand but you didn’t do that either. You just walked by his side, with your hand firmly in his strong big one as he drew gentle circles on your skin. You noticed his eyes scanning the surroundings, most likely looking out for any imminent signs of danger - typical PTSD symptom. Steve did that too and your lips hitched up in a small smile. Steve and Bucky were so different yet so alike. Their friendship was totally heartwarming and you always noticed Bucky’s softness around him. As if a wall was let down to allow his former self to shine through and damn if he wasn’t just heart-wrenchingly lovely. Steve was like that too, he always hid behind his Captain America front but, with Bucky, you always saw that shy Brooklyn kid.

Bucky stopped abruptly, cutting off your thoughts. You had little time to realise you were at your door before Bucky’s hand wrapped around your bicep. When the hell did we get in here? You asked yourself.

You looked up at him and he was staring at you with this incredible intensity.  His eyes dropped to your mouth, it seemed strange that his body went still then his eyes came back to yours and he asked instantly, “Why were you crying?”

You took a step back, murmuring, “Bucky –”

“Why were you crying?” he repeated.

He took another step towards you, closing the distance between you “I don’t think –”

His hand curled around your bicep to stop you from moving. This time you had no choice but to look up at him, “Why were you crying doll?” this time softly.

Your eyes dropped to his lips, big and round and suddenly you yanked your arm away from him. “Jesus Christ Bucky!” You said in exasperation. He had no right to question you yet you found your mouth spilling out words too quick to stop.

“You know damn well what made me cry. One moment I was in my office, looking through my files, the next my mind fills with stupid, idiotic you,” his eyes turn soft at that but you ignore it.

 “And I feel guilty, I feel so fucking guilty because I miss him, I loved him with my whole heart and soul and then he just died. We never broke up, we were gonna spend our whole lives together, Bucky. We were gonna have a kid...granted that kid came back in time to try to murder me but still!” you turned away from him now, swallowing down tears because the last thing you wanted was to cry in front of him. 

“I got home a week later from Jane’s house to pack his things and I found a wedding ring. That killed me,” your voice dropped to a whisper now: “What would he think of me moving on? I just I-I can’t-“ you stopped yourself and looked up at him now tears in your eyes and vulnerability across your features.

“I had this full life, and it was taken away from me.”

He was looking at you in pity and you hated it. Hated looking weak, even if that is what you are. Suddenly he moved and you were enveloped in his body. His warmth would seep into your being and he comforted you without even opening his mouth. You wanted to fight against it but instead, you found your body melting into him like ice-cream on a warm porcelain bowl, like you belonged next to him, like he belonged next to you.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured “I’m sorry about what happened to you - it’s messed up. But, what I do know is that he’d want you to be happy. Shit, if I were that guy I know I’d want nothing more than to see you happy,” he pulled your head away from his chest and looked down at you softly, hands on either side of your face, “with or without me,”

“I’m home safe now, Buck. You can leave.”

He stepped closer to you and before you could do anything his hand slithered across your waist, pulling you close; your breast now squished against him and hands laying flat on his chest.

You swallowed and said nothing - mostly because the words you wanted to say caught in your throat. His eyes were dark now, endless arctic pools looking at you with intent. His head bent down and his lips were mere inches from yours but he didn’t move. Your heart started beating faster and your hands involuntarily scrunched the shirt at his chest as if to tell him to do something.

“Tell me to leave again.” He finally mutters, breath hot against your lips. You wanted to say it, you really did but instead, your eyes dropped to his lips and he smelled like mint again. It was intoxicating and you really, really wanted to taste it.

You bit your lip and he growled, hands squeezing your waist “Gonna need words doll.”

Your gaze flickered back up to his and, there must’ve been something there cause next thing you know he pushes you up against the wall, reaching down to hook your leg around his waist. Your hands automatically fly up to his neck to steady yourself and you can feel how hard he is through his pants - your breath hitches - a whimper leaving your lips as you feel wetness pooling at your core.

“Words.” He growls and it’s menacing.

“Please.” You say, so quietly you can barely hear yourself but that was all he needed.

Without missing a beat, his lips lowered and caught yours hungrily as he pushed his body deeper into yours. You respond eagerly as your hands travel to his hair, pulling at the stands. His tongue darts out to trace your lower lip as if to ask for permission and you part your lips in invitation, letting out a moan so incredibly sinful that he rewards you by tearing himself from your mouth and placing a trail of hot wet kisses down your neck and on your breasts.

He lifts you suddenly and you let out a squeak of surprise, legs wrapping around his waist as he kicks the door open to your apartment. Fuck, were we doing that outside the whole time? You thought to yourself but he was quick to erase your surprise - mouth on you again as his long strides take you to your bedroom in no time.

He breaks the kiss - breathless and hot as he sits you both down on the bed. You were straddling him now and you could feel how hard he was and fuck, if it weren’t for the barrier between your clothes right now, you were sure he’d be able to feel your wetness seeping through.

You looked down at him and he had that face - that fucking fantastic face he always had before he fucked you raw. You almost whimpered again.

He pushes you off his lap - you’re standing before him now and he presses a kiss on your stomach before he lays back on the bed. Hand waving lazily at you. 

“Undress.” He demands and you shiver as you remove every piece of your clothing deliberately slow - his eyes never leaving your body. His breath hitches when you snap off your bra and let it fall to the floor, jaw ticking in what you could only guess was restraint. Your nipples are hard, both from the cold and from his touch. You were about to remove your panties when he growled “No. Leave those on.”

He pulled you close, mouth tracing the hem of your panties - his fingers giving you nothing but a whisper of a touch up your thighs before they pressed against your pussy and he let out a hum low in his throat, feeling the wetness against the material. “All wet for me,” he whispers, breath hot and you shiver - a whimper leaving your lips. He looks up at you and his hands tragically leave your body as he leans back on the bed, trapping you between his thighs “Want you on your knees sugar.” He says and before your mind can even think you sink down and your hands readily unbuckle his belt, yank down his fly and allow his cock spring free.

Your mouth waters. Bucky was hung. His cock was fucking perfection. Hard, thick and long, the veins distended in a way that demanded the trace of a tip of a tongue. So big. So swollen. So beautiful.

You had to have it and you didn’t delay. Wrapping your hand around it, putting your lips to the tip then taking him so deep, you felt him in the back of your throat - your gag reflex totally gone.

“Fucking hell,” he rumbled, sliding the fingers of both hands into your hair and curling them around your scalp.

You slid him out but didn’t take him back in. He lifted his hips and surged back in. You took his thrusts, whimpering and moaning against his cock, your body trembling, your clit throbbing and suddenly you felt him knife up. His hands went under your arms and he hauled you up his body.

“Baby, I wasn’t—” you started to protest.

But he rolled you to your back, dragged your panties down your legs and moved around so he was on all fours over you. He showered your neck, your breasts, your stomach in hot wet kisses until he was nestled between your thighs.

He looked up at you, blue eyes filled with lust as he shoots you a wolfish grin and holy shit Then his mouth was there. Right there. He ravaged your sex and you were done. I were there. You exploded, moaning so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if the whole building heard you.

Your hips jerked against his mouth and he growled. Still coming, he pulled out and you found yourself yanked further in the bed. Then he was covering you. One of his arms hooked behind your knee, jerking it up. His hips fell between yours, and you felt him hitch a knee high for leverage. Your hands circled his shoulders nails digging into his back as a soft plea.

Through this, all you could see were his extraordinary blue eyes burning into yours.

He was there. Right there. You could feel him. But he wasn’t giving himself to you. Instead, he was staring at you like he was waiting for the answer to a question.

“Say you’re mine.” He whispers, eyes searching your face.

“Bucky...”

“Say it doll.”

You wiggle your hips against him and he grunts “Please” you whisper.

“Say you’re mine.” He runs the tip of his cock along your slit and you moan breathlessly.

“Bucky baby-“

His hand wraps around your throat this time - possessive yet gentle. “Say it baby doll. You already know you are.”

He slides the tip in now, teasing you with his head as he drives in and out at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“I’m yours” you whimper he drives inside, hand around your neck tightening as he swallows your moans through kisses. Your neck arches back and your nails drag down his back. You wouldn’t be surprised if you drew blood.

He buried his face in your neck and groaned, “Jesus fuck.”

Then he thrust, and thrust, and thrust, deep, hard, fast, rough, God, so hard, so freaking deep and so amazingly rough.

His mouth came to yours and you breathed, “Don’t come too fast. I’m not close to done.”

“Not planning on leaving this room, sugar.”

Excellent.

You felt your mouth smile then he was kissing you, as hard, deep and rough as he was fucking you. It was brilliant. So brilliant, you slid over the edge again and cried out when your latest orgasm shook me, the noise driving down his throat.

Moments later, he grunted his release down yours.

Hazy, still turned on, coming down, and even doing that, it building back up, Bucky pulled out. He gently rolled you to your back and covered your again, instantly sliding back inside and thrusting slowly, his eyes holding yours, his lips a breath away.

“More?” he whispered.

“You up for it?” you whispered back.

You felt his lips touch yours and they were smiling, as were his eyes. And in all the fabulous you’d just shared, that might have been the best part.

“Absolutely,” he murmured.

“Then yes,” you breathed and wrapped your legs around his hips. “More.” you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Please.” And I slid your tongue along his lips,

He slanted his head, those lips took yours, his tongue took yours and he gave you more. All night long.

***

You lie back, totally, completely worn out. Bucky’s lying beside you, eyes closed, profile so perfect you itch to reach over and trace his features with your fingertips.

A weird feeling hits your chest - raw, innocent and intense. So incredibly overwhelming it makes your lips part. You love him. A part of you knew you did, knew you would, right from the beginning. Right from the second he said hello to you and smiled that wicked smile. Right from the moment he wrapped his arms around you, your eyes spilling tears, and told you everything would be okay. And you knew it would - because he said so, because he promised he’d be right there to make sure of it. He’s loved you this whole time. You knew it, everyone knew it. You just chose to ignore it. He never verbalised it either, then again you didn’t blame him.

His love is so whole, your missing pieces appear. Because his touch carries such passion, what was scarred becomes soft once more. Because he is steady and patient, your open wounds have time to seal and vanish. Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man you were born to find. For with your twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as you, are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you both breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

Suddenly, you felt his hand shove under you and you were hauled to his side. His arm curled you close, pressed tight down his side and you had no choice but to rest your cheek on his shoulder and snake your arm across his abs.

“You’re staring” he mumbled into your hair and a small smile crept onto your face. Of course he knew. Even asleep he was bloody alert.

“I’m gazing”

“It’s creepy”

“It’s romantic”

You looked up at him and his eyes were closed over. “So you’re a cuddler?” you whispered.

“No,” he replied.

You at the shadowed planes and angles of his chest. “Uh…”

“Or I wasn’t until about two seconds ago.”

Your belly melted and your heart flipped. “You move away from me, doll, you’ll be right back where you are right now,” he warned, his voice quiet, rumbling with sleep.

“Okay,” you whispered.

“You stay close,” he ordered.

“Okay, baby.”

“Okay,” he muttered and his arm around you got tighter.

You stared at his chest.

Then I called, “Bucky?”

“Yeah?”

You licked your lips. Then you said quietly, “I like having you here.”

He said nothing. Then he hauled you up his body, blue eyes looking into yours. They were shining with determination as he whispered,  “You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you said quietly and no two words ever felt more right.