#bf!bucky

Flowers and Things by @espinosaurusrexex

Who would have thought that Bucky "The Winter Soldier" Barnes would ever have a crush on the sweet sweet team member Y/N? Well, certainly not Sam, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to tease him about it. Bucky is determined to buy Y/N a birthday gift, and his best friend's suggestions seem a little too stupid to pursue. Let's hope his own idea is good enough for her...

Happy Birthday to Me by @language-rxgers

It’s your birthday, but you don’t want anyone to know, because you never celebrate it. (Un)luckily for you, today is just about the worst day you’ve had in a long time, but a visit from your metal-armed best friend may just make you feel a little better.

Flowers and Things by @espinosaurusrexex

Who would have thought that Bucky "The Winter Soldier" Barnes would ever have a crush on the sweet sweet team member Y/N? Well, certainly not Sam, which seemed like the perfect opportunity to tease him about it. Bucky is determined to buy Y/N a birthday gift, and his best friend's suggestions seem a little too stupid to pursue. Let's hope his own idea is good enough for her...

Birthday Tiara by @babyboibucky

You weren’t enjoying your birthday until Bucky comes along.

Forever Yours, B x by @summerofsnowflakes

Sam throws the perfect birthday party, but someone is missing the celebration

All Things Pink by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky being the sweetest boyfriend by bringing you flowers on your birthday.

Birthday Blues by @theeleggymeggy

It’s your birthday, and unfortunately you seem to be going through the birthday blues. Sam and Bucky won’t let you be upset on your special day, which leads to Bucky revealing his feelings for you.

Birthday Cake by @writingliv

So, once he sorted his thoughts out, he stared and smiled. A creepy smile if you were the one to tell the story, but you were glad he found it endearing.

You watched him contemplate going in for another kiss. You closed your eyes, puckering your lips. You were ready. Because if there’s one thing about Buck, it’s how much he loves kissing.

If this were a movie. That sound effect where the record scratches to reveal an awkward stop. Would play at this exact moment, you swore that cat could sense whenever you wanted your time with Bucky.

You hear her meowing first and then watch her stretch out at the end of the bed, near Bucky's feet. She walks along the comforter, like royalty, before reaching Bucky's face. Fitting herself between your faces. Her rear to your face, tail whipping in front of your face.

Your hand nudges her tush to the side when you hear his raspy chuckle. as she gifts him kitten licks on his cheeks.

“You have a good sleep? Yea? Can tell” his knuckles scratching her cheek.

The pitch in his voice as he talks to her isn't lost to you. Alpine is literally his child.

You turn on your other side to get your phone.

‘That little––”

Your thoughts get cut short when you feel the extreme body heat of one super soldier on your back. “You alright?”

“She chewed through my charger” you groaned, You twist your head, the first thing that catches your eye is Alpine sitting behind Bucky's body. Eyeing you as if she didn't do it or she could be owning it and was testing you. Licking her paws all while she looked down on you. "And now my phone's dead"

Bucky turns to Alpine, his back to you. Taking the opportunity, you stick your tongue out towards her. Trying to keep your brave face when she throws a deep hiss towards you.

“Aye,” he snaps his finger. “That wasn’t nice, it also wasn’t nice that you destroyed her charger” he reprimands her. It seems to work as she puts down her paw immediately, throwing Bucky those big eyes.

As you’ve said, a literal child through Bucky’s eyes.

He can’t resist, bringing her into his chest and placing a kiss on her head. She purrs when his fingers–– the vibranium ones–– scratch her fur. There’s only two things you and Alpine could agree on. The love for his vibranium arm and the love for Bucky.

“What time is it?”

“9:45. I’m so sorry about that, doll.”

“It’s okay Buck, really. Is it alright if I use yours? I’ll buy a new one on my way to work”

“Go ahead, what do you want for breakfast?”

“Those plum parfaits?” you ask warmly.

“You got it, babe” he kisses you once. “Go hop in the shower”

Watching him walk away, you eye the way his back muscles flex and the way his sweat pants hang low. Low enough to see the band of his briefs. The way his bun hangs low, after tying it back fast last night. It was a perfect mess, with those fly-aways and the strands in front of his face.

You want to scream into your pillow thinking about how this morning should've gone.

-

The shower you take helps you sizzle down. Now you’re walking out of Bucky's room, your hair styled away from your face. Lavender scrubs with paw prints patterned adorning your body.

“Lookin’ hot, doc”

You laugh him off, taking a seat at his kitchen island. Inserting his charger in your phone.

A major paradox with your relationship with Alpine was that you were a veterinarian. Surrounded by different animals everyday, especially cats and dogs.

So imagine your surprise when your boyfriend introduces you to his cat and she doesn't like you very much. You and Bucky assumed she needed time to warm up. She's only around Bucky eight percent of the time, the Avengers for the rest of it. Now, there's this random lady who keeps staying at her owner's place, taking him away.

You’ve gotten along with ninety-nine percent of the pets you interact with. Aside from the ones that weren’t domesticated or hated the vets.

In truth, she seems to be territorial of Bucky.

They say cats, animals in general, can sense energy in people. It seems like a load of crap now.

Bucky takes a seat next to you, sliding you your parfait, holding onto a spoon.

“Thank you!”

“Anything for you” he smiles at you, sticking the spoon deep in the cup.

“Bucky!” you push his hand off the spoon, pulling the spoon up. There’s yogurt on the middle of the spoon and you scowl at him.

You sit and talk with him, laughing or giggling most of the time. his arm naturally around your shoulder.

“I gotta go” you raise from your seat, striding to the sink.

“What?” He checks the time on the stove, “You usually leave in like, 10 minutes.” He recounts this like it’s easy math, remembering your routine to a t.

“I have to go buy a new charger, remember?” Your back is to him.

“Oh...well, I’ll see you later love you”

When you turn around from placing the dishes on the drying rack. Bucky stands a few inches away from the door. Your jacket hangs on his arm, purse in hand, and a pack of treats he picked up at the store clutched in his other hand.

With their meet-cute, he dropped by with the notion of adopting a pet, you could tell a cat was the pet for him. It usually was what all the biggest, broodest men need. So he came by and you guided him, helping him meet cat after cat. Sadly none of them clicked with him.

“How do you know when one is for you?” he asked, an Orange kitten sat in his gloved hands.

“Trust me you’ll feel the bond before you know it” you smiled at him, a senior cat in your arms.

That day you talked him through all the demands of a cat, they aren’t as simple as most people think they are. He listened to every piece of advice you gave him.

By the end of the two hours he spent there. Getting to know every single cat that was a part of the shelter connected to the vet. He went home empty handed and you could see how bummed out he was.

You advised him of two options: you could call him when you had new cats or you could send him to other great shelters.

He chose to look around some other shelters.

You don’t see him until four days later.

You were beginning to spread peanut butter on the lick pad in front of an eager young husky. When a knock was on your door, causing the puppy–– storm–– to bark and howl.

“Come in” you replied. When you looked up Adah poked her head out.

“Hey, Bucky Barnes is here to see you” she couldn’t hold back the sleek look on her lips as she talked.

“Oh, uh,—“ the popsicle stick in your hand falters, giving Storm an easy advance to the peanut butter. You laughed mumbling a sorry to his owners, taking away the lick pad. “I’m still doing his check up, can u ask him if he’ll wait in one of the rooms?”

“Gotcha”

The puppy is all good to go, happy as he gnaws on his treat, and healthy with the shot you had to give him.

You knock on the door Adah told you. Revealing Bucky Barnes sitting in a chair, a cat carrier on the seat next to him. He's talking to the cat in the carrier and you laugh when his head shoots up in embarrassment. Smiling when it washes away to see it's you, when he smiles back

“Hey!” Bucky greets, his hand waving.

“Hey Bucky, is everything alright”

“Everything is perfect. I went to another shelter like you told me and picked her up. I wanted you to meet her.”

Your smile stays at his information, “I’m glad you were able to find a pet. What’s her name?” You asked, sitting in the chair next to him.

“I named her Alpine” he grins, unzipping the carrier.

“It’s a cute name”

You peek in to see a white cat rolling around a plush sushi toy between her paws. She stops when she notices the intruder looking into her temporary home.

When you reach in your hand cautiously, palm down. Letting her get a sniff. You retreat the motion at the sound of her hiss and the image of her canines at attention. You laugh it off awkwardly, embarrassed.

The look on Bucky's face shows his embarrassment, “I’m so so sorry!” He zips the carrier in a wild manner.

“It’s fine—“

“She’s never done that before, really, I took her to meet my friend Sam and his nephews. So I don’t really—“

You could never be mad at that. But he also doesn’t know that, you note as he apologizes profusely.

“It’s fine, Bucky, seriously. I deal with it all the time. She probably enjoys her personal space!” you spring.

He nods his head, letting his hands rest on the carrier.

“I—“ he clears his throat, “I also wanted to ask you something”

“Shoot.”

“‘Was wondering if you wanted to go on a date?”

“That sounds great” you wish you could control how hard you're smiling now. Hoping it matches the charming one on his face.

“Yeah?”

“Definitely”

Ever since then. He's dropped by with the guise of bringing you lunch or that he wanted to see you (which wasn't all the way false.) He couldn't fool you so easily. Because he somehow always had a cool gadget in his hand or treats that he thought the animals would enjoy. Heading to the back to play with, take care of, or clean up after the affirment of animals here. And getting to know your co-workers in the meantime.

“Thank you. I love you, be good” setting a kiss to his cheek then lips.

“I’ll try” chin jutted out to touch your palm.

-

You walk through the familiar doorway. You huff as you hang up your coat and drop your purse on the floor. You stand against the cold metal, loving the contrast from the heat outside. Today was starting so good only to end in complete shit.

“Baby is that you!” you hear Bucky yell from his bedroom.

“No! It’s an intruder” you mumble the last part, absolutely done with this day.

“Funny!” he yells back, it actually wasn’t.

You know he’s coming closer by the heavy footsteps. If he were to live in an apartment he'd definitely get complaints left and right.

Bucky notices almost immediately the frustration within your body language.

“Shit day?” he asks, arms open wide for you.

Your heart melts all while you crash into his chest and let your arms wrap around his waist.

“Yes!” groaning, your face clinging to his chest. “I got pecked by a parrot” you complain, raising the now band aid wrapped pointer finger.

He chuckles at the high-rise pitch in your voice, bringing you finger to his lips so he gives it a gentle peck.

“I’m sorry”

“It’s fine” you pull away, his hands warming your cheeks. “I just want to get in my sweats and watch New Girl”

“You got it,” he tells you lovingly. “You want salted or kettle corn”

“I’m in a salted mood today”

“I’ll get that ready, go change and put the show on”

You had no idea what you did to deserve a guy like Bucky, but you weren’t going to question it as you kissed his cheek.

Walking into his bedroom, Alpine was sunbathing on the catio Bucky built her.

A wooden box with a screen, built on the outside of the house. Letting her lay and relish in the breeze or whatever weather/image would catch her eye.

“Hey Alpine” you say tiredly, going straight for the drawer in the dresser that bc your clothes.

She meows back, walking out of the box, and most likely to the kitchen since that’s where Bucky is at the moment.

When you’re in your sweats and Bucky’s black tee, you stride over to Bucky who’s putting the salt and pan back in their places. Two bowls of fresh popcorn handed to you.

“Thank you!” You cheer, grabbing one bowl.

“You’re very welcome” Bucky replied, kissing your temple as he walked you both to the couch.

He sits first, arms away from his lap to allow you to settle onto his thighs. With utter audacity, Alpine dashes from in front of the television and between Bucky’s legs. Circling a bit before she decides to lay horizontally against his legs.

You stand there like an idiot as she turns onto her back, belly up, requesting for Bucky to rub her tummy.

“Alpine!” Bucky chuckles, giving in as he rubs her belly. “Okay, enough time to move, Al.” His voice is soothing as his thumb goes to run under her chin. Yet, when he goes to move her next to his thigh she meows in protest, clinging to his top, turning herself into liquid.

“It’s all right Buck” you smile, zipping to the spot next to him, as close as possible. A smile on your face as he slides an arm over your shoulders.

“Sorry ’bout that”

You turn your face to his, “It’s all right, I understand the need. It’s best spot in the house”

He laughs in response–– the cute, husky laugh where his eyes squint just a bit–– before he kisses you

-

The night was going perfectly. There was no way you were going to get the spot on Bucky’s lap as Alpine said her Z’s. But the kisses. Squeezes on your shoulder at the abnormal parts to let you know he found something hilarious. Made up for the bad day and you not being able to cuddle with Bucky.

In the middle of the episode, his phone that settles on the coffee table beeped three times.  Catching the attention of everyone, waking up Alpine.

He shuffles forward, to the end of the couch, reaching over to the coffee table. Alpine meows in annoyance.

“Yeah. Yeah. I know, drama queen” he huffs as he sits against the couch once again, tickling the cat’s belly when she argues back.

“Is everything all right?” you ask.

“Yeah…Sam texted me” he sighs, running his vibranium hand through his hair. “Just have a last minute mission in four hours.”

He tries not to let the sight of your eyebrows dropping and your hold on the bowl loosen a little bit, get to him. Tomorrow you had your day off in a while and the both of you had planned a cute date! Bucky feels like complete shit.

“Oh–– well it’s okay plum, we can––”

“It’s not okay, doll. I’m really sorry, but I promise I'll make it up to you when I get back–– Hey! I’ll take you to that extreme milkshake place.” he snaps his fingers when the idea clicks, proud of his quick thinking

“You got a stomach ache last time we went,” you mumble.

“Don’t worry about me. If you wanna go, we’ll go”

“Can we pass by the bookstore after?”

He nods, his thumb rubbing soft circles on your shoulder.

“All is forgiven then” you tease him, your thumb and pointer finger pinching his chin.

“I’m beat, you ready to go to bed, dollface?”

When you yawned a yes. Bucky lifted Alpine so she's cradled in his shoulder–– his literal child. A hand strokes her back while the other holds your waist.  You in front guiding you all to the bedroom.

He rests Alpine in her plush cat tower, her latest obsession with how fast she abandoned her cat bed for it. Then you're both in bed a minute later, chest to chest, as you hold each other close.  

-

“Baby” Bucky stands next to your side of the bed, body tilted down as he tries to whisper you awake. But, you don't budge.

When you finally do squint to see the lamp on your nightstand turned on. Springing awake when the blurs clear and you see Bucky standing over you in his tactical gear. Drowned in dark leather, his hair pulled back in a low, sprouting ponytail, and a duffle bag clutched in his hand.

“Bucky!–– You can’t do that, you almost gave me a heart attack” you breathe out, palm covering your face.

The sun hasn’t even risen yet, looking at the clock set on the desk across the room, you see it’s only three-thirty eight.

“I’m heading out,” he whispers.

“Okay, I’ll walk you out” you force a tight lipped smile. Taking Bucky’s offered hand, stepping out of bed. Unwelcome to the way the cold air glides against your legs.

He leads the way, your conjoined hands acting as a link. Before he gets to the door he makes a stop at Alpine’s fortress. You watch in adoration as he kisses her cheek then scratches under her chin. The sound of her purring in her sleep bouncing in the room. The paradox of him in his gear, all masculine and dark, while he says a goodbye to his cat, in utter softness. Isn’t lost to you.

Now you're both standing in the doorway. His duffle bag rests next to the boots on his feet, your hand waffles with his swinging in the small gap between you two.

“Be careful, allright, and tell Sam I said hi and to be careful too”

He smiles at your concern, lifting one hand to kiss the back of it.

“I will doll, don't worry yourself.”

You bring him into a hug, letting one hand rest on his neck while the other cards through his hair. “It’s kind of hard not too” you mumble.

He pulls you back by your waist to send you a pert kiss, “Don’t forget Alpine gets two feedings, half a cup. Nothing more. A treat or two if she’s being good”

You let him finish the rundown.

“Buck we've been together for months, I know what to do. It’s cute how you worry though”  

He tickles your waist at your teasing, smiling at you fondly.

A cloud flies over both of your heads, when his phone beeps three times. Messages from Sam you assume.

“Sam is downstairs, I’ll see you later okay, Love you”

“Love you too,” you kiss, your hand holding onto the back of his neck.

You watch him run towards the exit and over his shoulder he shouts, “You both stay out of trouble!”

“We’ll be the best of friends!” you shout, cupping your mouth with your hands.

“That’s what I'm scared of” he says last, blowing you a kiss.

The dynamic between you and Alpine was something he couldn’t not notice. But, he also wasn’t worried, knowing it wasn’t deep. He had his two favorites fighting for his attention, half the time, how could he hate this. He shouldn’t enjoy it as much as he does. He knows at some point whatever is between you two will go to rest.

-

Oh my gosh.

You scoot further to the edge of the bed, away from incessant meowing in your ear. It’s your day off, you want this one thing (to sleep!) As if she had sensed it, she crawled closer. Leaning her mouth even closer to your ears than before.

“Okay, okay” you sit up, looking down at the feline. Her ears tuck back, looking even closer, you watched her make biscuits in the soft sheets.  

You rub your eyes of sleep, you should’ve known, you sigh. Now, you feel like an asshole.

“Yeah...I miss him too, but Bucky will be back soon.”

A low, long meow is her response.

“Let’s go get breakfast”

You get out of bed, Alpine paced beside you.

Once you’re in the kitchen, you reach up for a can of cat food, today’s special: tender beef and chicken, placed on the counter. You spread it on her fun feed mat. You also add some salmon flakes.

“There you go” her food placed in front of her then you begin your breakfast, which you planned to eat in the living room.

-

You’re finished with breakfast and enjoying the movie in front of you. It was hilarious, so hilarious you didn’t notice something soft rubbing against your leg. Or the sound of the purring over your laughter. The hair on your leg stands up at the intrusion and you look down to see It's Alpine, obviously.

You move your leg and the shock on your face when she follows it, is very evident.

You assume that because Bucky isn’t here to give her the affection she’s used to, she has no choice but to get her elsewhere.

The shock continues when she jumps on the couch, prances over your leg so she’s sat in the space between your legs. Her head nudges your stomach.

You’ve had your fair share of cats, animals in general, come in for a check up. At first some are bitter as ever, no one likes going to the doctor, but they soften up or at least tolerate for the time being. But this— this is a monumental event, Bucky probably wouldn’t believe.

You grab your phone quickly, taking a picture of her all cuddled up in your lap. Your hand reaches down carefully to caress the white fur. She doesn’t hiss or fight it.

It could honestly make you cry, getting to finally cuddle with Alpine in a way like this. You know she doesn’t hate you, but wants her respectful space away from you.

Picking her up as you lay on your side, Alpine stays close.

“You’re so adorable when you're nice, you know that?” you coo, your finger rubbing under her chin.

—

“Hi baby” Bucky rasps. He’s in the quintet laying on his back as his hand fiddles with the necklace his love got him for his birthday. The mission was a feat, nothing too harsh for him and Sam. Now, he felt like he was in the 40s, talking to some girl he was tripping all over.

“Hi, how’d everything go?”

“Went fine doll, told you nothing to worry about”

“Well excuse me, but I’m glad to be proven right this one time” you smile.

It’s night time for the both of you and he’s ona quinjet back to you. It’s quiet except for slight snoring of Alpine, who’s laid right next to you.

“How’s pine?”

“She is perfectly fine, sleeping now–– you won’t believe it Bucky.”

“Continue, doll” he laughs at the habit of yours. Always expecting him to guess, by keeping a long pause after each ‘you won’t believe it’ or ‘guess what, Bucky!’

“Alpine and I cuddled today! Like full on cuddled, she rubbed against my leg and sat in my lap. We took a nap while the movie was playing, and now here she is again cuddling with me while she naps.”

“You guys are what?!”

“I know!” you whisper your excitement “She’s a little angel.”

He laughs at your remark, he couldn’t agree more, you somehow pulled the short end of the sticks.

“She do the nose twitch thing when you pet under her chin?” He knows the answer.

“Yes! She likes getting her beans massaged too, it’s adorable” you groan, overwhelmed with a cat so cute. “When are you gonna be  home?”

“Landing around five am, I'm pretty sure. I’ll be there to wake you up before you know it”

-

“Good morning” whispered in your ear.

You groan at the sun then turn around to face a shirtless Bucky, plopped up on his elbow.

“I thought you were gonna wake me up when you got here?”

“A good morning would be nice”

“Good morning, Buck, I thought you were gonna wake me up when you got here?”

He smiles, his index finger hooks under your chin and his thumb takes space on your chin. You let your thumb take a spot on the dimple of his chin.

“You’re cute when you’re sleeping” he murmurs, letting his face get closer to yours. He’s eyeing your lips and barely trying to not be obvious.

It’s so close, so so close to getting your morning kiss when Alpine jumps on the bed. Her meows are off the wall at the sight of Bucky in his spot once again. Bucky jumps away in surprise, bringing Alpine to his chest once she’s close enough.

“Hey girl, missed you too” he scratches under her chin. You can’t even be mad, melting at the sight in front of you.

You turn over to your nightstand...Your phone isn’t charging. Someone was hungry it seems. Inspecting the charger to see bite marks indented all over. When you turn back, Alpine eyes you cutely, telling you:

‘It can’t all be love’

-

It’s Monday morning:

“Bucky, I'm getting ready to leave” you yell, gathering your keys, lunch box, phone, and jacket.

“Okay! Bring me a kiss” he shouts back, from the couch.

You speed to the living room. Walking in on Bucky sitting on the accent chair, Alpine on his lap while he does her daily stretches. He has her up in the air as her arms spread up in the air. Then she’s taking a break cuddled in his lap.

“See you later Buck, be good” you give him a kiss at the end, then reach your hand down to scratch the top of Alpine’s head. “You guys are too precious, just wanna squish you” you coo, your finger pinching Bucky’s cheek. He blushes at the comment, trying to hide his face.

“No we’re not. Right Alpine? We’re manly men” he growls, saying the words in low pitch. You laugh at his goofiness.

You could practically howl when Bucky raises Alpine to your face. In a high pitch voice states, “Need your tires fixed?”

“You’re such a goof, have a good day, see you later” you lean down to kiss him again.

“Drive safe, Dinner will be ready when you get here” he hums, his closed smile thrown up at you almost puts you in a daze.

“Love you”

“I love you”

And you're on your way.

-

Your face is buried in the crook of Bucky’s neck, his arms hooked under your legs to keep them open as he thrust himself into you roughly. Your moans may be muffled but nothing is stopping the sound of your skins slapping together or Bucky trying, but failing, to hold in his own groans.

“please.” You whined

“I’ve got you, doll.” He whispered, laying you on your back against the table, your legs wrapping around his waist as his hips rut into yours. You used the heel of his feet to push him deeper, his cock hitting that spot that drove you while, “You gonna cu—“

“Is everything ok—OH.” Steve’s voice filled the room causing you and Bucky to break apart, him pulling up his pants while trying to cover you at the same time, “Seriously?! Your rooms are down the hall!”

“Get out!” Bucky yelled at him with a glare.

“You two are disgusting! We have meetings on that table!” Steve called before leaving the room, slamming the door behind him.

“Sorry Steve!” You yelled, before looking back at bucky with your owe glare, “I thought you locked the door!”

“I thought I did too!” Bucky shrugged, sighing as the two of you pulled your clothes back on.

“Come on.” You groaned, rolling your eyes as you pulled him out of the room.

“Where are we going?”

You stopped in your tracks and turned towards him, “I was seconds away from an orgasm, we’re gonna finish what we started.”

Warnings: smut? duh, metal arm kink, mild dom!bucky/brat reader, fingering, oral (female receiving), small hickeys, overstimulation & unprotected sex (this is fictional friends. wrap it or else you cannot tap it do you hear me) cos thats what i'm into leave me alone also this has like no real plot its just smut... ENJOY!

You, Bucky and several other Avengers were in California for a Stark Tech show in LA, some security system Tony was working on. You and Bucky decided to leave a few days early to spend some time alone together. Everyone gave you space at the tower, but there was something special about being completely and utterly alone. 

The night before the event, the two of you took the rental car and drove up and down the coast for a few hours, still cruising even after the sun had set. The windows were rolled down and the music was a little too loud. He always let you pick the music and told you which he really liked to build a mutual playlist that you both enjoyed. 

You sat in the passenger seat, your left leg tucked underneath you and his flesh hand softly moving up and down the inside of your thigh. 

You couldn’t help but look at him, admiring his profile, his scruff that he let grow out, knowing you’d have to enjoy it now before he shaved it off for tomorrow’s event. You took his hand and laced his fingers with yours as you bit the inside of your cheek and allowed your head to fall against the headrest. 

“Sweetheart, why are you staring at me?” He asked, lowering the music, his face still square with the highway in front of him. His jaw shifted as he smiled. “I can feel you looking at me.” 

“Shhh,” You’d hum. “Just let me look at you. Why can’t I look at you?” 

He squeezed your hand before bringing it up to his lips, pressing a small kiss to your knuckles. “You’re being creepy, baby.” 

“I disagree.” You giggle in response, watching as he readjusted his grip on the steering wheel, the metal plates on his left arm shifting. 

You brought his flesh hand up to your mouth and kissed his knuckles back, but you didn’t stop there. You continued to stare at the side of his face as you pressed open mouth kisses to his knuckles, his thumb, and soon took his thumb into your mouth. 

“Doll, don’t make me pull over.” 

You couldn’t help but grin at this threat that sounded more like a good time. “Oh no, don’t do that!” You said in a tone slick with sarcasm. “I totally don’t want to fuck you to the sound of the ocean waves.” 

He finally turned his head, locking eyes with you, the absolute love of his life, before smiling. “Oh doll, I’m going to make you regret using that tone with me.” 

You drove until there was a parking ledge and stopped the car on the side of a cliff where you could see the reflection of the moon on the ocean outside of your window. 

The two of you folded the seats down and crawled into the backseat of the SUV and immediately kicked off your shoes. 

Bucky didn’t waste any time in laying you down on your back, the moonroof right above your head, giving you a clear view of the star speckled sky. 

He placed himself in between your legs and tangled his hand into your hair as he brought his lips to yours. 

“Baby doll, you are going to be the fucking death of me.” Bucky muttered onto your lips as his hips dipped circles against your own, his hard on already prominent against the inside of your thigh. 

His lips continued to speckle kisses on your own, then around your jaw and back to your lips over and over again, in time with the circles that his hips drew into your own. 

Eventually he would kiss down your jaw and suck small dark mark on the side of your neck. You knew that you’d have a hell of a time covering it for the event tomorrow but you thoroughly did not give a fuck right that moment. 

All the while, his hands have managed to roam underneath the hoodie you’d stolen from him and also refused to wear a bra under. As his tongue gently ran over the new hickey on your neck, his flesh hand pinched and flicked on your left nipple. 

It only took you a moment to realize he wanted the hoodie off. Bucky leaned back, his knees resting between your legs and his metal hand pressed up against the roof of the car as he waited for you to strip the jacket off. Within seconds your chest was bare and you took this time with Bucky upright to tug on his shirt for him to take it off and to begin unbuckling his belt. 

He came back down before you could finish unzipping his jeans. His lips found yours and this time, his tongue fought its way into your mouth, instantly moving against yours, massaging your tongue with his own.

When his mouth left yours, you found yourself panting. Bucky took this time to kiss down your neck once more. Now with your hoodie off, he continued to pepper kisses across the top of your chest before completely taking your left nipple into his mouth, gently flicking the nub with the tip of his tongue, feeling it get hard between his lips. He smiled to himself before sucking roughly and using his flesh hand to slap the outside of your upper thigh. 

Strings of profanities left your mouth as your fingers tangled into his hair and his mouth continued to move down your body, leaving wet kisses down your stomach. Once his lips found the waistband of your cotton shorts he leaned back once again and assisted you in taking them, alongside your underwear off. It was then that you looked up to see that the moonroof had already fogged up from the heat inside the car and you grinned to yourself. 

“No fair,” You muttered, as he threw the fabric against the windshield once more. “Take yours off,” You requested, pulling him close by the loops on his jeans and pulling the zipper down. 

It took him a moment but soon he was left in nothing but his socks and his tight black briefs that showed a prominent outline of his hard on, even in the dim moon light. In a matter of seconds, he was settled between your legs again. 

He spread your legs open and kissed the insides of your thighs, sucking softly, almost threatening to leave more dark purple marks in this new location. 

Without warning he licked a broad stripe from the bottom of your labia to your clit. 

Your breath hitched and your fingers immediately reached down to tug on his hair. “More Buck. I need more.” 

He continued with several broad stripes before he wrapped his lips around your clit, slowly flicking the now hard nub with his tongue. 

He would alternate sucking on your clit and licking messy shapes against your skin. “Oh God, my girl tastes so good.” He muttered almost inaudibly against your pussy, the warm air making you wiggle underneath him. 

“Stay still for me, doll.” He commanded, prominently this time as his flesh hand pressed your knee down, opening your thighs up and shifting his weight onto his right side. 

The cool metal of his left hand came in contact with your inner thigh and the sound of your gasp filled the air. “Please. Please touch me, Buck.” 

He grinned, and popped his index finger in his mouth, slicking it with spit before slowly pressing it into your opening. He slowly rocked the silver finger in and out of you before bringing it out once more to lube his middle finger with spit and press the two into you. 

You both felt the way his thick fingers stretched the walls of your pussy open. You struggled to keep your hips still, as his fingers slowly moved against your skin and his stubble scratched the inner most of your thighs. . You found yourself biting on your knuckle to keep quiet. 

“I want to hear you, baby. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.” He said before bringing his lips back to your clit. It was as if he carefully calculated it, the way he alternated pressing his fingers as far into you as he could, with the lightest nibbling of your clit between his teeth. 

Before long you were a moaning mess and couldn’t help but wiggling underneath him. “Fucking hell, James. Don’t stop. Shit! I love your tongue, Buck. So much.” 

He grinned to himself, your words fueling him as he continued to eat you out. It was only a matter of minutes before you were squirming underneath him. “Hun, you have to keep still for me.” 

You tried your best to not wiggle, but before long you felt yourself clench his fingers harder, ultimately cumming onto his metal hand and into his mouth. But he wouldn’t stop. 

He continued to lap up the juices spilling out of you as the profanities you yelled filled the car. He let his fingers slip out of you in one swift movement, bringing them up to your mouth as he continued to lap up your cum, overstimulating your sensitive cunt until you forced your legs together and he had no choice but to stop. 

The bottom half of his face was coated in your cum, and you admired the sight of him, grinning ear to ear and licking his lips as you sucked your own cum off of his metal fingers. 

You brought your hands up and hooked them around the back of his neck, opening your legs once more and pulling him down on top of you. 

“You did so good, princess.” He’d hum before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

You’d giggle in response, pressing your hand between your bodies and palming his dick through the thin black fabric of his Calvin Kleins.

He would whisper symphonies of curses in your ear as you licked broad stripes up his neck, ending them with open mouthed kisses on his stubble lined jaw, your hands slipping inside of his underwear and stroking the middle of his shaft.

You were both growing impatient as you used your feet to pull his briefs down around his ankles and rubbed his tip against your clit as soon as it sprung free. 

“Fucking hell, doll. Still so wet for me, are you?” He pushed the last bit of fabric down until it hung on one of his ankles and sat once more on his knees, his own hand now stroking the base of his cock, slapping it against you and admiring how you looked, splayed out in front of him. 

“Always.” 

And without wasting another moment he’d place his metal hand flat right by your face and guide his tip into your cunt. In one smooth flick of his hips, he filled you to the brim. 

This time you didn’t bother trying to keep quiet as your screams filled the car. He chuckled at how your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him inside you. Leaning back onto his knees, his hands grabbed your hips and began to lead himself in and out of you, setting a terribly slow pace. 

“I fucking hate you, Barnes,” You’d groan, pissed at him for going so agonizingly slow. 

“All you had to say was, please, darling.” He’d smirk before tripling his pace with no sense of build up. 

Soon you were grasping at nothing, your mouth continuously open, filling the four door with more than the sound of his skin slapping against yours. 

It wasn’t long before he started to fall into you, his hips moving sloppily as he reached his peak. 

You’d pull him back down, tugging on his hair and grazing ear with your teeth. “Cum for me, Buck.” 

All it took was the sound of your voice, yearning for him. Then suddenly, he was like putty, encasing you with his body, squeezing your face with his hands and messily pressing his lips against yours as his cum pumped into you. 

As your lips parted, he brushed your hair out of your face, using the thin layer of to slick back your baby hairs. “I love you, doll.” 

You’d return the favor, tucking pieces of jet black hair behind his ears and running your thumb against his bottom lip ever so gently. “I love you too, James. Always have.” 

You should’ve known how this would’ve ended up.

When you got home tired and stressed after a long day, Bucky immediately offered you his skilled hands to relax you. And of course, you wouldn’t miss a chance to have his hands on you. So, you stripped from your clothes and followed his instructions to lay on your stomach as he got his oils out.

It started off innocently. He rubbed your down, massaging out any kinks and knots he found. Placing kisses in the same spot whenever he was finished. It was when he told you to flip over on your back, the massage turned less innocent.

“Is this how you massage all your clients?” You asked, giggling as he ran his hands up your stomach and to your breast, massaging them, making sure not to miss toying with your nipples as they turned hard.

“Of course not—only the female clients.”

“Hey!” You shouted, making his arm as he laughed.

“I’m joking baby.” He kissed your lips as his hands started to travel south of your body, “You’re the only one who gets these special massages.”

“I better be.” You smiled, biting your bottom lip as you felt his hand on your mound, “Bucky..”

“Hm?” He acted oblivious as his fingers dipped between your folds, finding you already soaked. He smirked at your soft moan when his fingers found your clit, rubbing slow, soft circles around it, “What is it doll?”

“Please.” You whined, your legs falling open to give him more space.