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It was a little more than the average time to get an undergraduate degree.

It was longer than most graduate programs.

It was longer than most people spent in their first job.

It was long enough for a newborn to grow up and go to school.

And it was how long you had gone without having sex, or any intimate touch, from another living soul for that matter. You had forgotten what it felt like to be tenderly touched by another, or even how it felt to be ravaged by someone. Hell, the only touch you were used to was being tackled by enemies or the rough hands of the tower’s medic crew stitching you together from whatever injury you sustained during whatever mission.

Five years was a long time to rely on yourself for pleasure. At the beginning, it had been terrific; you were able to get yourself off when partners in the past had struggled to do so. You finally understood the hubbub around sex once you were able to experience a genuine climax. But the few silicon vibrators and dildos that you had could only do so much after a few years.

You weren’t really in the market to date, as being an Avenger took up most, if not all your time. If you weren’t on a mission, you were training, reviewing debriefings, learning to use Stark’s new technology, or trying to catch up on sleep. And on the rare occasion that you couldn’t catch a wink of sleep, you always resorted to the little box you kept tucked under your bed which held your favorite toys. After an hour or two with them, you were always able to get a few quality hours of sleep.

But recently, your vibrators and dildos weren’t doing what they used to do. You couldn’t find the right position. You couldn’t reach the same spots that you used to. It took longer for you to get off.

One night, less than a week ago, you had become so frustrated from not being able to climax that you had threw the vibrator across your room, trashed the box that held the rest of your intimate toys, and threw it into the back of your closet, never to see the light of day again.

Ever since then, you have been a little more on edge than usual.

“Hello,” Natasha drawled out, calling your name. “Are you paying attention?”

You shook your head, clearing your murky thoughts as you focused on the present. The two of you were in the tower’s gym, doing some cool down stretches after sparring and conditioning. Your friend was looking at you with slight concern, but you tried your best to brush it off.

“Sorry,” you apologized. “The training really took a toll on me.”

“Mhm, sure it did,” she agreed sarcastically. She took inventory of your posture and distracted look as she stretched her arms behind her head. “This doesn’t have anything to do with the lack of vibrations coming from your room the past few nights, does it?”

Immediately, you felt your face become engulfed in flames and your eyes bulge out of your head. Sometimes it was a gift to live so close to your best friend, but in this moment, it was curse. Damn the former widow and her sharp senses.

“Shh,” you practically hissed. “Someone could hear you! We live with super soldiers and a literal God.”

“Oh, relax,” Natasha waved off. “They’re grown men, they should be able to handle women talking about their sex lives… or lack thereof.”

You shook your head in disbelief. “Key word being ‘should’, Natasha. Steve and Bucky would go into a coma if they knew what women got up to in this day and age. And let’s not even talk about Thor. He would probably be so confused and ask us to clarify in horrifying detail what we were talking about.” You paused, considering her last jab. “Besides, what time do I have to fool around? Tony’s got us booked into next year unless we are on a mission.”

“Hmm, that just sounds like excuses – valid excuses, but excuses nonetheless,” the redhead replied, throwing you a teasing smirk as she jumped up from the mat and grabbed a towel nearby to dry her sweat.

Following in her footsteps, you got up and turned to grab a drink from your water bottle when the gym doors opened, revealing the two super soldiers you were just talking about. Steve was in his typical workout gear and he was avidly going on about something to his friend, but Bucky just gave minimal replies to his childhood friend.

Your attention remained on Bucky as he walked further into the gym with the blonde. The compression tank top that Bucky was wearing was sinful; clinging to his pecs and abdominal muscles like the fabric was about to rip at the seams. The tank top left his mouth-watering biceps on display and you could feel the saliva start to pool in your mouth. His gray sweatpants left nothing for your imagination as you could see his thick thighs straining under the fabric. If you looked close enough – and you certainly weren’t looking close enough – you could faintly see the outline of his dick through the pants. Your thighs clenched together faintly as you ripped your sight away from the Adonis in front of you.

“Afternoon, ladies,” Steve greeted you and Natasha as they came over to the benches to wrap their hands for their sparring session. “Good session today?”

“It’s always a good session when I get to wrap my thighs around someone’s head,” Natasha almost cooed, giving the blonde soldier something dangerously close to bedroom eyes.

It was no secret that Natasha and Steve were fooling around. Natasha was proud anytime she could make the All-American Boy blush, and Steve was still not used to having such blatant desire thrown his way.

Steve choked on his own spit and you could see his mind trying to conjure the image of her thighs wrapped around someone’s face; you just couldn’t tell if he was picturing you or him since he wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone.

With that response tucked into her back pocket, Natasha sauntered towards the communal showers after sending a wink over her shoulder to the Captain. He remained frozen in place even when Bucky waved his hand in front of his friend’s face.

You suppressed a laugh, amazed at how hypnotized the former Widow could leave the Golden Boy.

Bucky moved his attention to you, letting his friend sit in the moment and daydream to his heart’s content. You looked at the super soldier, anticipating him saying something, but he stayed rooted in his spot and just looked at you with eyes that contained a mix of many emotions that he was clearly trying to mask.

After several moments, you just gave him a shy smile and turned to follow Natasha to the showers. “Have a good session, boys,” you called out with a friendly wave.

Later that evening, you and Natasha were sitting in the common space on the floor that you shared with the two super soldiers. The men were still down in the gym, working out their heightened energy levels while you and Natasha were having quality girl time with each other.

There were cocktails, chips, and makeup strewn about the table in front of you. Natasha had it in her head that she was going to play around with her makeup skills to make sure she still had the skill under her belt. You had laughed at her and told her that she could never lose that skill since she looked amazing every day.

Currently, you were sipping your cocktail through a small straw while Natasha was putting some blush on your cheeks.

“You know,” Natasha started, “I think it’s time for you to get back out there. It’s been, what? Five years since your last relationship? Don’t you think it’s time to get a real dick in you instead of the silicone ones you use?”

You choked mid sip on your cocktail. Natasha and you shared a wall with your living quarters and you had been a fool to think Tony would soundproof the walls.

"I heard you throw something around a few nights ago after an hour of buzzing,” she continued, rooting around for a bigger reaction from you. She was lucky you were such close friends or you would have iced her out of your life for a comment like that.

“I mean, it was fun the first few years,” you started to explain. “My past partners never really knew how to get me there. They would always finish, roll over, and text their friends without doing much for me. So, the toys were a way that I could pleasure myself without fail.”

Natasha nodded along as she moved to pick up some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. You closed your eyes, already knowing she would need complete access to your eyelids.

You continued, “I learned new things about myself, but recently, it’s been getting predictable and I think I’m just used to the sensations. It’s losing its appeal to me.”

“Well, maybe you just need someone else to be the navigator while you enjoy the ride,” she said. “You’re predictable to yourself so getting another person involved in the mix might bring the zest back.”

“Maybe,” you agreed, taking another sip of your drink as you felt the assassin drag a brush over your lids. “But there’s no way in hell I’m going out to those gross clubs or jumping on the heinous dating apps just to get laid. It’s never been my scene and after working in this field, I don’t think crowds will ever appeal to me again.”

You heard her hum in agreement before she gave your shoulder a small tap, letting you know she was done with her eyes. You relaxed back against the couch and took another sip of your cocktail as Natasha looked at the supplies before her to decide what she wanted to work on next.

“That’s fair,” she agreed. “But there are other ways to meet people. There are libraries, cafes, parks, even grocery stores.”

“Who meets people in the grocery store Natasha?” you asked in genuine disbelief. “Only serial killers pick up people from the grocery store.”

“Okay, maybe that was a bad example, but you know what I mean,” she chided, grabbing the tube of red lipstick. You played the dutiful client and leaned forward so she could swipe the crimson pigment across your lips. “I just want my friend to have a good time and not die from the shock of a frayed wire in an old vibrator.”

Once she was finished, you leaned back and turned to look at the mirror she had set up on the coffee table. Your breath caught in your throat momentarily as you looked at the woman staring back at you. You were mesmerized by her visage.

It had been ages since you wore makeup. It wasn’t necessary in the field you worked in. During your time not fighting crime, you were conditioning yourself in the gym, cooking in the kitchen, or lounging around.

The woman staring back at you still looked like you, but your features were more exaggerated and alluring in this sultry look.

As you stared at yourself in the mirror, you were so caught up in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the elevator doors open, dumping the two super soldiers out into the common room of your shared floor. You heard someone talking, but you couldn’t register much at the moment, still swept up in your features.

“What do we think?” Nat’s voice eventually broke you out of your thoughts and you turned to look at who she was talking to.

There, standing with his hands on his traitorously slim hips, was none other than Bucky Barnes. His skin was glimmering with the sweat that clung to him and you found yourself momentarily jealous of the beads of sweat that rolled from his temple all the way down to his clavicle. The muscles in his arms, chest, abdomen, and thighs looked particularly mouthwatering after his gym session and you had to remind yourself that you were in front of other people so you didn’t start drooling.

You tore your eyes away from him, looking down at your hands for a second to gather your wits. While you were collecting yourself, you heard shuffling and the sound of someone getting elbowed, making you look up at the men to see Bucky glaring at Steve and the blonde grinning at you and Natasha with an innocent expression.

Natasha arched an eyebrow, waiting for one of them to say something. You already knew she had some plan unraveling in her mind, you just didn’t know where you fit into it and what these two men had to do with anything.

After another long stretch of silence, Bucky cleared his throat, drawing everyone’s attention to him. “Uh…” His hand reached up to scratch the back of his neck as he looked straight at you and took in your appearance. “You look – you look really – um, you look -”

You basked in the attention he was giving you and hearing him stumble through his words to describe you sent small sparks shooting down your spine. There have always been moments between you and Bucky that you felt were charged. You never knew if he felt them too, if you were reading into your interactions too much, or if you were projecting your crush too loudly.

With another elbow to the side from his childhood best friend, Bucky cleared his throat again before looking at Natasha and nodding his head. “Uhm, it looks fine,” he said with a painfully awkward smile on his face and Steve eagerly nodded along like a dog who was loyal to its owner.

The sparks you felt earlier fizzled out upon hearing the word “fine” leave his lips. “Fine” wasn’t beautiful. “Fine” wasn’t gorgeous. “Fine” wasn’t ugly. “Fine” was… lackluster and a bit underwhelming.

“Fine” was what Bucky Barnes thought of you, apparently. It wasn’t what you wanted him to think of you. You wanted him to be enamored with you, enraptured or enthralled. His stuttering earlier had given you so much hope that he felt an inkling of the same way that you felt for him. But one word dashed all your hopes and dreams in less than a second.

“That’s all you have to say?” Natasha asked, thoroughly unimpressed by the former assassin in front of her.

“Fine is good, isn’t it?” Steve asked, clearly trying to help dig his friend out of the hole he had put himself in.

Your shoulders deflated the slightest bit and you quickly pulled on your proverbial mask, not needing anyone in the room to see what “fine” really made you feel. You grabbed your cocktail, downed the rest of the drink, and stood up quickly.

“I’m going to get another drink,” you said, making your escape without looking at anyone in the room.

Once you reached the kitchen, you ditched your glass in the sink and walked over to the balcony that was attached to the dining area. The cool air hit your face as soon as you stepped outside and it helped the stinging feeling of “fine” leave your system.

You leaned against the rail of the balcony and looked down at the city below. The bright lights of the buildings and cars beneath were hypnotizing. The sound of people going about their lives was a nice soundtrack to have as you attempted to sort through your thoughts.

God, what was wrong with you? How did one person have such a hold over you? It was silly. You were letting one word from a man that you happened to be yearning for dictate your mood – something you had promised you wouldn’t fall into again after your last relationship. You were more than how a man made you feel, even if said man was a Grecian God embodied in muscle and skin right before your eyes.

“Ugh,” you groaned to yourself, shaking your head. “Stupid men. Stupid words. Stupid feelings!”

Before you could continue on your barrage of insults towards the other sex, Natasha popped her head out from the door. She gave you a soft, knowing look that made tears of frustration well in your eyes.

“Hey,” she greeted calmly. “I’m headed to bed. Do you need anything?”

You gave her a tight smile and shook your head. “I’ll be okay. Thank you for the makeover, by the way. I haven’t seen myself like this in a long time.”

“You’re welcome, but just so you know, you’re gorgeous. Not just ‘fine’,” she said, winking at you as she went back inside and sauntered to her room.

After almost an hour of sitting outside, you pushed away from the balcony’s railing and walked back inside, coming to a halt when you saw a tall form with a metal arm standing at the fridge, looking through its contents for something to eat or drink.

At the sound of your footsteps stopping, the soldier turned around and met your gaze. You bit the inside of your cheek, not knowing what to say or do. The two of you just stood there, staring at each other, holding your breaths.

Bucky was the one who ended up breaking the silence. “Hey,” he breathed out.

You gave him a tight-lipped smile and nodded your head towards him. The silence consumed the space between you once more. Deciding that you wanted this moment to end, you gave him another nod before walking towards the doorway of the kitchen to go to your bedroom.

“Wait,” Bucky’s voice stopped you in your tracks. You turned to face him and saw him walk around the island so he could stand in front of you. “I’m… I’m sorry for that whole… thing back in the common room.”

Your eyes widened a bit in surprise.

He scratched the back of his neck again; a gesture you were coming to know was his tell when he was feeling put on the spot. “I haven’t exactly had practice talking to women the past few decades.” An awkward, self-conscious chuckle came out of his mouth. “Much less someone like you.”

“Like me?” you repeated, not understanding what that was supposed to mean exactly.

The hand that was on his neck dropped and clenched into a fist briefly before he let it go and shook his fist out. His eyes dropped from yours and flickered around the room before finding yours again.

“Yeah, someone like you,” he repeated. “Someone who is much more than ‘fine’.”

“Bucky, what –” He cut you off, answering the question you couldn’t fully ask.

“Someone who is probably the prettiest dame I’ve ever seen in my life,” he said quietly in a low tone. If you were three more feet away from him, you don’t think you would have heard him; but you did and now you had a blushing super soldier standing in front of you, looking at his feet because he didn’t want to meet your eyes after his confession.

Your whole body was stunned. Your feet couldn’t move. Your eyes were frozen wide open. Your mind was stuck on “prettiest dame I’ve ever seen”. Everything you had spiraled about on the balcony was all for naught after hearing Bucky’s words.

The more you thought about it, the more you realized that his actions around you have never been out of avoidance or convenience like you feared. Almost all the interactions you have had with Bucky have been awkward. Sure, you had a hand in making the encounters awkward with your incessant crush and never knowing what to say around someone you found physically attractive, but Bucky was also awkward during your encounters.

He was awkward in the way he would always send you a shy smile in the gym before immediately turning around to do something else.

He was awkward in the way he would scoot over on the couch during movie nights to make ample room for you before offering you three different blankets.

He was awkward in the way he fumbled over his words to you every time, except during missions.

It was all because Bucky was feeling awkward since he found you attractive, too.

The realization brought you out of your stupor and you shuffled forward half a step before reaching out to lift his chin with your pointer and middle fingers. While you moved his head up to hopefully make eye contact, you found that he was still avoiding your eyes. A slight chuckle came from your chest, effectively pulling his gaze back to you.

His blue eyes twinkled under the fluorescent kitchen lighting, making him look slightly more youthful and innocent. The blush on his cheeks earlier had yet to fade, still leaving his cheeks a dusty rose. His teeth held his bottom lip captive as he scanned your face, looking for something that might tell him he messed up. But he wouldn’t find anything like that.

You trailed the two fingers holding his chin up down the side of his throat, lightly petting the smooth skin beneath your digits. Something like a purr resonated from his vocal cords and chest, making the smile on your face pull tighter and wider.

“Prettiest dame you’ve ever seen, huh?” you gently asked him, watching as the blush across his cheeks intensify.

“Uh…” he cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah, I’d say so.”

You bit your lip to keep your smile from splitting your face in half. It was ridiculous how fast your heart was racing just because he was fumbling around in your presence. You could hear your blood racing in your ears and something behind your ribcage was threatening to break out at any moment.

“I don’t know how it took me so long to realize how awkward you are,” you whispered. His eyes widened in shock and a look of disbelief flashed over his features. You quickly put his worries to rest. “It’s super cute.”

Bucky groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, looking like he wished the floor would open up and swallow him whole. “Cute isn’t exactly what I was going for.”

“Yeah? Well, ‘fine’ isn’t exactly what I was going for, either,” you quipped, watching his face drop in mortification at the reminder of his blunder earlier in the night. Before you could think twice, you leaned in and gave his cheek a quick peck, making sure to subtly inhale his scent while you were this close.

The moment your lips connected with the skin of his cheek, Bucky’s body went rigid beneath you. You pulled back slowly, watching as he stared at your mouth and robotically brought a hand up to his cheek to touch the place where your lips had been.

You didn’t know what to do after this and there was a part of you that was dying to go to your room and scream into a pillow over the fact that Bucky Barnes found you attractive. So, you listened to that part of you and gave him a small smile before slowly walking backwards and leaving him to his own devices. Once you rounded the doorway of the kitchen, you squealed and ran to your room in record time.

The moment your bedroom door closed behind you, you started to jump around and twirl, needing to get the giddy excitement out of your body somehow. You launched yourself on to your bed and buried your face in your pillows, flailing your limbs around to express your bundle of emotions.

Your celebration was cut short, however, with a knock at your door. You sat up quickly, figuring it was probably Natasha coming to ask what the ruckus was. You stood up from your bed and skipped over to the door, throwing it open to tell your friend everything.

Where you expected to find a small redheaded woman, you found a tall brunet haired man with blue eyes that were almost eclipsed by his pupils.

“Buck-”

Before you could even get his name out of your mouth, the super soldier stepped forward into your space. His hands came up to cup your face as he pulled you into his orbit and covered your lips with his. The sensation of his warm, slightly chapped lips against yours was enough to send all your senses haywire. You saw stars behind your eyes, and you felt as if your body was about to fuse with Bucky’s massive frame. You would happily let him consume you if it meant you could keep kissing him.

It all ended too quickly for your liking. Bucky pulled away and stared into your hazy eyes with eyes equally cloudy.

“Bucky,” was the only word that was able to eek out of your brain.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I’ve been wanting to do that a long time, but I should have asked before kissing you. I’m so sorry, I really am.” His hands dropped from your face and he took multiple steps backwards.

You shook your head, unable to conjure words to placate his mounting anxiety. You followed after him and grabbed the front of his shirt, stopping him from backing away from you further. The two of you stood in the hallway, staring at each other with heaving chests, not moving. The tension between you both was so tense, you felt something start to fray from being pulled too taught. And that something was your desire for the super soldier in front of you.

“Bucky,” you murmured, “you don’t have to apologize.”

“No, I do,” he countered. “I shouldn’t kiss you without your consent. My Ma is rolling over in her grave.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up out of your chest. Even though the man in front of you had been a weapon for decades, there was still no taking the well-mannered boy out of his forties’ expectations.

“What if I told you I liked that you kissed me like that?”

That brought his attention back to the current moment between you. His pupils eclipsed his hypnotizing blue irises and you could see his body coil with restraint as you gently tugged him into your room by the front of his shirt. His hands flew to your waist as he stumbled forward, already under the spell of your confidence and persuasion.

He swallowed harshly before huffing out a laugh. “Then I would say, good, because I really liked kissing you.”

“How about we do it again?”

That was all he needed to hear before he wound his metal arm around you, entwined his flesh hand in the hair at the base of your neck, and pulled you forward into yet another breath-taking kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck and you felt the muscles under his shirt shift as your hands touched his skin.

The hand at the back of your neck tilted your head back so he could deepen the kiss, causing a moan to burst from your throat. Bucky took advantage of the momentary opening of your lips and slipped his tongue into your mouth. The wet muscle traced your teeth before entwining itself around your tongue. Bucky was surprisingly very great at kissing for not being in control of his body for decades upon decades.

Your hands started to eagerly pull at his shirt, needing to feel his warm skin under your palms while the two of continued to explore each other. Bucky briefly pulled back from the kiss to rip his shirt over his head before pulling your body flush against his. The moment your hands touched his pectorals, Bucky let out the most pathetic whimper you had ever heard come from a man. Heat flooded your system and you swore you could feel your heartbeat in between your thighs.

You raked your nails over his skin, drawing another sound from Bucky. His hands started to paw at your body, one hand sneaking up your shirt and the other slipped under your pants, grabbing a handful of your ass. You gasped, not expecting Bucky to make such a bold move, but thoroughly enjoying the sensation of his calloused, warm hand grabbing the soft flesh of your bottom.

It was clear that he was enjoying himself by his growing erection poking your lower tummy. While you were able to see sublet outlines of his endowment through some of his sweatpants, he felt much bigger than you imagined he was, and the moan you let out as you rubbed yourself on top of him let him know just how you much you craved him.

“Off,” you mumbled against his mouth. “Clothes off.”

He broke apart from you slowly, as if it pained him to do so, before he stripped his pants and boxers off, leaving him bare in front of you.

Now, you had envisioned Bucky naked many times. You had seen him shirtless before, but never anything below the belt. In your mind, you gave Bucky a generous sized cock, surrounded by a trimmed, shallow bush, surrounded by his thunderous thighs. But seeing the real thing was making you feel guilty for not giving him more.

While he did have a smattering of chest hair and a happy trail that made you very happy, you were simply at a loss for words. Between his legs, hung the most thick, flushed, and lengthiest dick you had ever seen. It was menacing, to be quite honest. Your toys were based around the average male’s size and you had no idea if he could fit himself inside of you. However, the most mouthwatering part of it all was the thick, dense curls that sat at the base of his delicious cock. It was so rugged and masculine, and in the current state you were in, it was enough to make your knees actually quake. Bucky’s right arm shot out to steady you, thankfully.

“Are you okay?” he asked, worry seeping into his tone.

You nodded your head, unable to pull your gaze away from his groin. “More than okay,” you answered after gulping down the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. Bucky’s deep chuckle pulled your eyes back to his. While you had expected him to be flushed from the attention you were giving him, he appeared more confident under your hungry gaze. Dare you say: he was glowing from your blatant ogling. A small smirk sat on his devastatingly swollen, pink lips and you couldn’t hold back a groan as you lunged for his lips.

He held you back, much to your dismay. His eyes stared down at you and it felt like you were going to get sucked into the black hole that were his eyes. “You’re wearing too much.”

Suddenly, two sets of hands were ripping at your clothes. You were focused on your top and Bucky was working on the zipper of your jeans, shimmying them down your legs once they headed his demand. You tossed the cotton shirt to the ground and unhooked your bra. Before you could pull the straps off your shoulder, Bucky stopped you. His fingers took over the task, slowly pulling them down your shoulders, savoring the moment.

Once your breasts were free from your bra, you could hear Bucky grunt as if someone had dealt a blow to his solar plexus. In the next moment, his hands and mouth descended on your chest, enveloping the delicate skin with calloused and wet heat. Your hands flew into his hair and tugged on the roots, pulling his face impossibly closer to your chest. Every tweak to your nipples from his metal fingers or his teeth and tongue caused your underwear to cling to you more and more.

“Bucky,” you moaned, earning one back in response. Your fingers that were threaded through his thick hair pulled, trying to bring him back up to your mouth, but he stubbornly latched on to your breast and refused to move away. When his teeth came down gently around the peak of your nipple, you felt your legs give out from the overwhelming sensation. Bucky’s strong arm supported your weight as he slowly turned you around and backed you up to your bed.

He trailed his mouth to your other breast and laid the both of you down while he lavished his attention all over your chest. You never knew that you could feel so good from stimulation on your breasts alone, but what a revelation it was. Your back arched as you were laid out on the bed with Bucky’s weight hovering over you. He let out a satisfied moan when your action pushed your soft skin further into his hand and mouth.

After another moment, Bucky moved his attention from your chest and trailed wet, hot, sloppy kisses down your torso until he reached the cotton of your underwear. He looked up, catching your gaze, and you gave him a small nod of consent to pull your underwear off.

“I need your words,” Bucky softly chided. “I need to know you want this.”

“I do, yes!” you eagerly answered. “I want this so bad, Bucky.”

“Yeah?” he questioned as he pulled your underwear down with an excruciatingly slow pace.

You nodded your head, completely mesmerized as you looked down at him. How could you not be mesmerized when he looked at you with something akin to awe or worship? It was taking everything in you not to grab him, throw him down on the bed, and ride him until the break of dawn. But you would be a fool to rush your first time together. You wanted this moment to last forever. “I’ve wanted you – this – since you joined the team.”

“You’re telling me we could have been doing this since I joined?” he asked as he crawled back up your body, peppering kisses on whatever exposed skin he could. You nodded your head quickly and pulled him into another searing kiss. “We have a lot of time to make up for then,” he said between kisses.

You were about to draw him closer when suddenly, you heard something vibrating under your bed, sending small vibrations through the bedframe. The two of you pulled away and looked at each other with confusion, not understanding what was happening.

The vibrations continued, prompting Bucky to pull himself off you and move off the bed. After a few seconds, he came back up, holding a box you had thought was buried in the back of your closet. Your eyes grew wide like saucers as Bucky put the box on the bed and opened the lid before you could come to your senses and stop him from seeing what was inside.

His brows furrowed as he pulled out the culprit – your bright red, bullet vibrator. Bucky looked up at you with a puzzled expression. “What is this?”

You snatched the vibrator from his hands, turned it off and threw it across the room. “It’s nothing!” you immediately responded, feeling anxiety creep into your veins. What would Bucky think of your box of vibrators? What would his old-fashioned mind come up with and would he be finished with what you were about to do when he realized what it was?

“Nothing? Then why is there a note from Natasha in here?”

“What?”

You pulled the box closer to you and looked inside to see a small note inside. On it, Natasha just wrote "I dusted these off for you”, with a winking face underneath, a condom tapped to said note, and her initial. You groaned, burying your face in your hands. You knew she meant well, but it was mortifying to know she had dug around in your closet, found the box, and then put it back where you had it hidden before. You didn’t even want to know how she knew where it used to live.

“Hey,” Bucky said softly, grabbing your wrists to pull your hands from your face. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

You sighed, realizing there was no way to get around this other than going through the awkward moment. “Um, it’s a bit embarrassing, but… these are my… adult toys, you could say.”

When you looked at Bucky, you could tell he didn’t quiet get what you were saying. How could he when talking about sex was taboo during his youth and when he was a brainwashed assassin for the last however-many-decades.

"Uh, I kinda used to use them to help me… relax,” you tried again, hoping your euphemism would translate in his brain.

“Relax?”

You buried your head in your hands again and murmured.

“What did you say?”

“They’re my sex toys!” you burst out, looking up at him with wild, expectant eyes. You saw the moment clarity hit his brain. His face shifted from confusion to understanding to flushed in the span of one second. He was silent for a minute before he spoke up.

“Sex toys?” He said it like he wasn’t expecting an answer, so you didn’t respond to him, waiting to see how this situation would unfold. “You used these… while I was just down the hall.”

You sat there, frozen, watching as Bucky took the box from your hands and put it down on the floor before kicking it away from the bed. He stood up and crawled on to the bed, pushing you down gently before he laid his body on top of yours. The warmth, the weight, and the scent of him flooded your senses, making you effectively forget how to produce words.

“I never want you to use those again,” he growled. “Not while I’m here.”

With that, he gave you a scorching kiss before he moved down the bed, positioning himself at the apex of your thighs. He gently pushed your thighs apart so his broad shoulders could situate himself to access your pussy.

“She’s so pretty,” he cooed as he looked down at you with the hungriest look you have ever seen grace his face. He drew a finger through your slick folds, and a violent shiver made its way up your spine, sending your back arching off the bed. “Where do you think you’re going?” he asked darkly as he held your hips down with his beautiful vibranium arm. “I’m just getting started with her.”

His mouth descended on your core while his fingers continued to draw lazy shapes near your entrance. The moment his lips touched the hood of your clit, you practically let out a scream. Everything he was doing felt more sensitive than it should have been. You could say that was the one perk of being single for the last five years.

His tongue, lips, and fingers worked over your pussy with rapt attention. He held you down with every attempt your hips made to cant up into his touch, fully engrossed in the task he had set for himself.

“God, you taste so sweet,” he slurred against your sex.

Your hands gripped the sheets underneath you and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his fingers finally entered you, curling inside your walls. Every drag of his fingers, every swipe of his tongue over your clit, every grumble and groan that came from his chest sent you soaring higher and higher. Your bones felt like they were catching fire while your muscles felt like they were turning to liquid. Your body was overwhelmed with pleasure and you came with a scream before you could voice anything to Bucky.

The solider between your legs eagerly lapped up every last drop of your release, moaning against you enthusiastically. Your chest heaved with uneven breaths as you rode out the warm waves of your orgasm. You were so encapsulated in the fuzzy warmth of your pleasure that you didn’t notice the Adonis of a man crawling back up your body until he connected his mouth with yours.

The tangy taste of yourself on his tongue made you reel even as you were coming down. Bucky’s hands closed around your wrists and brought your hands above your head, pulling your body taught beneath his as he settled on top of you once more. You felt a warm liquid bead just under your navel when Bucky pressed his hips into yours.

“Bucky, please,” you begged. “I need to touch you, please.”

“Shh,” he hushed against your lips. “I know, but I need to be inside of you right now before I lose my mind.”

You whined like a petulant child as you were denied from handling Bucky the way you had been dreaming about since you saw him, receiving a chuckle from the man above you.

Bucky pulled a hand away from your wrists, holding them with his other, while he wrapped his metal hand around himself. He dragged the angry red tip of his cock through your folds, lubing himself with your slick. Stars erupted behind your eyes as you basked in the feeling of him. After a moment, Bucky let himself fall against your core as he reached to get the condom he slyly put next to you before he kicked your box of adult toys away. He quickly ripped the package open with his teeth and rolled the condom on to his obscene length.

There was a brief moment where everything froze between the two of you and you just stared at each other.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you whispered, afraid if you spoke too loudly that you would ruin the moment.

“This is just the beginning,” he said while lining himself up with your entrance. “I need you to let me know if I hurt you.”

“I’ll tell you,” you replied immediately, knowing that consent and safety were very important to Bucky after all that he had been through. “I promise. But I need you inside right now.”

A sly grin formed on his face before he started to slowly push in. Your hands fought against his hold, wanting to clutch his shoulders tightly while he was splitting you apart with his monstrous dick. The stretch was lethal. You could feel him impaling you, but there wasn’t any pain like you were afraid there would be with a man of his size. Instead, the stretch caused a blossoming heat to begin unfurling in your lower tummy.

“Oh, my God,” you moaned. The sound was borderline pornographic, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. “Bucky, you’re so big.”

Bucky dropped his head to your shoulder upon hearing your words. “You can’t say things like that while I’m inside you, doll. I’ll finish before we can even begin.”

You giggled, feeling the warmth increase at the thought of Bucky being too worked up and finishing before he was fully inside of you. There was nothing you found more attractive than Bucky loosing his cool at the thought of you or the words you said.

A groan tore out of his throat at your giggle. “You can’t laugh either. I can’t control myself when you clench around me.” You ceased your laughing for his sake and instead focused on his cock sinking into you. After a few more moments, Bucky was fully sheathed inside of you, and you had never felt fuller or this content than you did in this moment.

“Please, move,” you whispered into his ear, urging him on with a roll of your hips into his.

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately set the perfect pace, pulling and pushing his hips into yours, eliciting lewd sounds from where the two of you were joined. Bucky’s head remained on your shoulder, but you felt his teeth sink into the flesh of your shoulder and the slight burst of pain sent a thrill down your spine and a moan fall from your lips.

“God, you’re so tight,” Bucky wheezed. “How are you this tight?”

“It’s been a long time since I’ve let someone into my bed,” you answered.

“No one else is allowed in this bed,” he growled, punctuating his possessive comment with a particularly harsh thrust of his hips. The tip of his cock brushed a spot inside of you that you had only been able to find once before with one of your toys. But with each thrust afterwards, Bucky had no problem reaching the same spot, sending all conscious thought out of your brain. “No one else will ever get to know what you feel like.”

You could feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap once again with each roll of his hips and every word that came out of his mouth. In this moment, it felt as if this man was made for you. The way his cock fit inside of you. The way his head fit perfectly in your shoulder. The way his skin felt against yours. The way the coarse hairs at the base of his cock brushed against your clit with each thrust.

Bucky’s hand let go of your wrists and flew to hold himself up on the bed as he began to speed up his strokes. With your hands free, you reached down and latched on to his shoulders, bringing your bodies closer together. With the pleasure building in your tummy, you felt yourself fly higher towards the sun.

If this was how Icarus felt, you understood why he couldn’t resist the warmth and beauty of the sun.

“I’m close,” you whined, sinking your fingernails into Bucky’s shoulder. “Right there. Please, don’t stop, Bucky.”

“Come for me,” he commanded. “I want to feel you come around me.”

With his permission, you felt the tight band of pleasure snap, flooding you with endorphins while you rode out the best orgasm of your life. Bucky whined above you as he stilled his hips and you could feel the condom fill with his release as the two of you came together.

The two of you laid entangled together afterwards and the weight of his body on top of yours was lulling you to sleep. When you felt Bucky shift above you, you latched on to him, not wanting him to go anywhere.

“I’m not leaving, I just don’t want to crush you,” Bucky laughed as he rolled you both on to your sides. With his head on your pillow, you soaked in the sight of him looking much lighter than he ever has. You reached out and brushed a strand of his hair behind his ear, dragging your thumb over the skin of his cheekbone. His eyes fluttered shut and he let out a content sigh. “I’m never leaving this bed,” he said.

Butterflies erupted in your belly as you thought about waking up to Bucky every day. It was a sight you knew you could get used to. “I guess we’ll have to send in our resignations to the team,” you joked, earning a genuine smile from the man out of time laying next to you.

He curled his arms around you, pulling you flush against his body. “About those toys,” he mumbled into your hair. You leaned your head back to look into his eyes and giggled when you saw the faux menacing look on his face. “We’re getting rid of those devil red toys tomorrow. First thing.”

You laughed and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, not knowing how else to express your joy and awe for the man finally laying in your arms.

a/n: if you made it this far, THANK YOU!!! i hope you enjoyed this very self-indulgent fic of mine! reblogs and comments are much appreciated <3