#breakablebarnes

“Come on Bucky, are you sure you can’t?” 

“Yes.”

“It’s just-”

“I know. But I’m sorry Y/N, no. I can’t. We’re under pretty strict orders here.” He sighs, and Y/N can just picture the look of disappointment on his face. No doubt his mirrors hers perfectly.

“But I’ve been such a good girl!” Y/N exclaims. Her words make Bucky stop before he can even think of a comeback, and Y/N regrets her word choice right away. “Okay, maybe that one was too much. Seriously though, you’ve been working really hard these past few months, and it’s almost Christmas. Are you sure you can’t be home sooner? I don’t want you overworking yourself.” A sigh sounds on the other end of the phone. However, it’s not an angry or frustrated sigh. It’s a disappointed one. One that makes Y/N feel guilty. 

She honestly doesn’t mean to pester him so much. After all, she knows Bucky is trying his best to get Tony to change his mind and let them go home early. And of course, she knows that Bucky’s work as an Avenger is incredibly important, far more than her job could ever be. She’s so proud of him for going out and saving the world, the same world that only a few decades ago treated him so horribly. Now, he can show everyone he’s the hero that she knew he always was, and prove that his past doesn’t define him. 

Still though, Y/N doesn’t want him overexerting himself to prove that he’s worthy of everyone’s forgiveness. The missions have been getting longer, and she’s often received text messages from Bucky all hours of the night, making her even more worried about her boyfriend’s sleep levels. Even though he pretends to be strong, she can tell how tired he is, and see how his past still affects him. Bucky’s the kindest, bravest soul she knows, and she just wishes he believed in himself more, and saw himself as the person she knows he is. Someone kind and loving, despite everything that he’s been through. In her mind, he doesn’t need a thousand missions under his belt to prove that he’s a hero. But until then, she’ll tell him what a wonderful person he is as much as she can. 

If worrying about Bucky’s health wasn’t enough for her, this mission seems like it’s been going on forever. She misses not having him around, having him sleeping next to her and having his smiling face as the first thing she sees when she wakes up and the last thing she sees before she falls asleep. Especially now, in the run up to the festive period, it’s torture to be so far away from Bucky. Honestly, it feels like he’s barely home nowadays. Sure, as the girlfriend of an Avenger she knows that she signed up for this life…but that doesn’t mean that she can’t hate it.

“I’m sorry Y/N, but I can’t. Tony says we’ve still got some work to do here, so it’ll still be a few weeks before we can go home.” Her heart sinks, and she feels her entire body slump in disappointment. “I know. I hate it too.” Bucky says, as if he can feel her pain through the phone. He’s good at that: noticing that something is wrong with her and providing love and support before she even knows something is wrong. To her, that’s even more proof of what a good person Bucky Barnes is, and it shows he was never the monster HYDRA made him to be. And it also makes her love and miss him even more. “You know, I’ve been talking about you so much that I think Sam and Steve are going crazy.” She giggles at that, and Bucky does too. “God, I miss that noise so much. I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.”

“You’re my favourite person in the world. Don’t you ever forget that.” 

“Like I could ever forget. You say it to me every time we call.” She reminds him, sniffling a little. Despite how upset she is and how much she misses Bucky, Y/N curses a little at herself for crying. She’d never want Bucky to feel bad for not being able to come home sooner, or for him to think that she resents being with him. Because she loves Bucky Barnes more than anything in the world. A bit of distance won’t change that.

“Doesn’t stop it from being true, though.” She hears a noise on the other line, and Bucky sighs. “I better go. Tony’s shouting something, and you know what he’s like when he’s kept waiting. Don’t want a repeat of last year’s New Year’s Eve party.” He chuckles. The mention of the happy memory makes Y/N's heart sink as her yearning for Bucky deepens. She knows he’s trying to cheer her up and mask his own disappointment, but she also knows that both of them can tell it’s not working. They'd rather be laughing and making memories together here at home, rather than miles apart from each other. And she doesn’t even know when they’ll be able to do that again.

“I swear these phone calls get shorter every week.” She sighs.

“I know. If I can, I’ll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

“I promise I’ll make it up to you.” He tells her before the call disconnects. And then, he’s gone. And once again, Y/N is alone.

A week later, Y/N comes home after another long day at work. The closer it gets to Christmas, she’s just as busy as Bucky. Bucky. Another pang hits her stomach at the thought of her boyfriend. Thankfully, they’ve spoken more on the phone since that call last week, and being so busy preoccupies her slightly. But that doesn’t mean she’s missing him any less. Christmas is almost a week away, and there’s still no word of when Bucky will be home. Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later.

As she steps closer into her house, Y/N suddenly feels the hair on the back of her neck sticking up. Something seems off. When your boyfriend and most of your best friends are Avengers, you know a lot about personal safety and self defence. And that means that Y/N can tell immediately when someone’s been in her house. Her blood chilling, she steps closer into her hallway, rooting around in her bag for the panic alarm Tony gave her. She can almost hear Bucky’s voice in her head, telling her to just get out of the house and call for help. But when he left, she promised him she’d be brave, and there’s no better time to be brave than confronting an intruder on her own. As she nears her living room, Y/N’s heart is thumping so loudly it might break out of her chest. She takes a breath, expecting to see the room destroyed….

Yet, when she turns, Y/N sees the exact opposite. Her Christmas lights are all on, filling the room with a soft glow. Her fairy lights have also been strung up, adding even more light. An array of blankets, cushions and stuffed animals cover her couch. Everything looks so festive and cosy. Y/N walks into the room, her mouth dropping open in surprise. “How did-”

“Oh fuck. I wasn’t expecting you to be home yet.” The sound of a voice almost makes her scream…until she realises who it belongs to. Bucky. She drops everything, rushing into his arms without another word, almost knocking the pair off their feet. “Oof! Hey you!” Bucky chuckles, kissing her temple as he tightly wraps his arms around her.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, her voice muffled by Bucky’s shirt. “You said Tony wouldn’t let you go.”

“Turns out the mission finished earlier than expected, so he let us go home early after all. I thought I'd surprise you as an early Christmas present.” He explains, rubbing his hands across her back. 

“I’m so glad to see you. I missed you so much.” She whispers.

“I missed you too.” They both hold each other close, grasping the other tightly. After so long spent apart, all they want is to keep each other close and to never let go. “That’s not the only surprise, though.” Bucky admits. Y/N frowns.

“There’s more? Buck, you didn’t have to. Having you home for Christmas is all I ever wanted.” 

“I know. But you’re my best girl, and I promised I’d make it up to you, didn’t I?” He asks, and she nods. She swears she’s the luckiest girl in the world to have Bucky in her life. He loves her so much, and he’s so giving. “We’re going to spend the night watching all your favourite festive movies. So you go sit down, and I’ll be right back.” He orders, kissing her cheek. A few minutes later, Bucky comes back holding a tray with two mugs and a big bowl of popcorn. Sitting down, he passes over a mug, and Y/N takes a sip. As soon as she tastes the warm cocoa with whipped cream and marshmallows, she moans happily. The noise makes Bucky burst into laughter, and despite how much she wants to tell him to shove off for laughing at her, the sound makes her insides go all warm and gooey. Despite being called the Winter Soldier and the grumpy front he puts up in front of most people…Bucky is like sunshine personified more often than he likes to think he is. Or, at least he’s like sunshine to her. And maybe that’s all that matters.

As Bucky wraps one of the many blankets around them, his hand finds hers underneath it, and he gives it a squeeze. “Merry Christmas Y/N. I love you.” He whispers, smiling. Instead of replying with words at first, Y/N kisses him. The kiss is soft at first, but deepens as all the pair’s longing for each other is released. Bucky’s tongue slips between her lips, and the flavours of chocolate, cream and marshmallows dance across their tongues as his stubble brushes against her chin. The kiss is perfect, like a wish come true. And this one is well worth the wait. It’s so good to finally have him home.

“I love you too.” She whispers. “So much.”

“You ready for bed, baby?” Bucky asked you, leaning down to kiss your head from where you were under his arm on the couch.

You squinted, adjusting to the light of the TV as you opened your eyes. “Did I doze off?”

Bucky chuckled as he ran a hand through your hair. “Baby, you knocked out. Snoring and everything.”

You gasped and looked up to his ocean blues. “Snoring?” You only snored when you were super tired. “I didn’t realize I was that tired.”

Bucky smiled at you, rubbing his hand up and down your back. “That’s okay, baby. Sometimes your body just needs to catch up.”

You felt a little unsure, but you nodded along anyways. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“C’mon, let’s head to bed, sugar.” Bucky said, snaking his other arm under your legs to swiftly pick you up into his arms.

“Buck, I’m fine. You don’t have to carry me, this is extra.” You giggled.

Bucky rolled his eyes at the newest slang word that you had educated him about as he headed towards your bedroom. “You’re extra, baby.” He said, grinning.

You giggled at him before he set you down next to the bathroom so that you could go in for your nightly routine.

You came out of the bathroom with your hair thrown up on your head in a messy bun and your favorite pj’s – one of Buck’s Henley’s.

Bucky glanced over from his book as he sat in bed with his back against the headboard. He peered down your form as you climbed into bed next to him. “Take a picture, Buck.”

He smirked, looking down to you where you were cuddling up into the blankets ready for sleep to take you over again. “Don’t temp me, doll.”

You grinned as you closed your eyes, nestling into your pillow. Bucky placed his book on the nightstand and turned off the lamp. He snuggled into the sheets with you, wrapping his cold arm around you, bringing you into his chest. You hummed into his neck as you got comfortable.

After a minute or two, you realized you wanted to turn to your other side, so you turned over, Bucky’s arm now draped over your tummy as he pulled you close into him. He kissed your head, and you began to feel yourself drifting off. Suddenly Bucky jumped, causing you to jump.

“What the hell, Buck?” You groaned, going to turn over and look at him, but he stopped you.

“Wait, wait.” He rushed out, placing his hand back on your tummy.

“Bucky,” You started but he shushed you, placing his hand firm on your tummy.

You stilled as you suddenly felt a strange motion in your abdomen. “What the…” You mumbled, running your left hand down to where Bucky’s was to investigate yourself. “It can’t be…”

Bucky felt it. He knows that he did. He had to feel it again to be sure. Suddenly, you gasp as that feeling happens again, feeling it across your fingers now.

“Bucky…” You whispered, not really knowing what his reaction was going to be. Due to him being a super soldier and all, he assumed he couldn’t have children. So, this wasn’t something that either of you ever thought was a possibility for the two of you to experience.

Bucky ran his hand along your stomach as he pulled you tighter to him. He was stunned, he could not believe it. He needed more proof.

He turned you on your back and pushed the covers back as he moved down your body. He pushed his red Henley up your tummy and leaned his head down to listen.

Your breath caught in your throat as your hand went to play with his hair. That always calmed him, and you could practically hear his heart beating out of his chest as he pressed his ear to your skin.

You got that feeling again, and Bucky gasped and sat up, leaning on his elbows as he looked up to you with his big, blue puppy dog eyes. “Baby… I think we are having a baby.”

You breathed out, not realizing you were even still holding your breath. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. I really didn’t think I would ever get to have kids.” He said, scoffing. He looked back up to you. “Do you want kids?”

You gulped. Kids were never part of the plan for you. You always said that you didn’t want kids. However, when Bucky told you he couldn’t have kids, you were a little disappointed. You couldn’t even place why. You just chalked it up to it being the simple fact that you didn’t have the option.

But now, looking down at Bucky, you knew that wasn’t true. You had never really wanted kids. But you wanted Bucky’s kids.

“With you?” You asked, smiling at him as you brushed his cheek with your thumb. “Of course.”

He grinned and crawled up your form to smash his lips into yours in a hungry kiss. He grabbed your hand, squeezing it in his as he kissed you. He finally pulled away, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

“Wait,” he asked, pulling back to look at your face clearly. “Can you have sex while your pregnant?”

You fell into a fit of laughter. “Yes, Buck. I can have sex.”

He grinned as he leaned down to kiss you again. “Sorry, was that extra?”

You rolled your eyes, smiling. “Yes, you old man.”

It was a typical Saturday morning.

You woke up around 9:00 a.m. and made your way out to the kitchen to make coffee and bagels. You sipped on your coffee as you scrolled through your various social medias, waiting for your bagels to pop up from the toaster. You saw that some of your friends went out last night and had posted pictures.

It was Yelena, Nat, Sam, Steve, and finally your roommate and best friend, Bucky. You smiled at the photo as you double tapped your screen making the little heart appear signaling that you liked the photo. They had asked you to go, but you declined. You had wanted to go out with everyone, but you had a late shift at work.

The toasted popped your bagel into the air and you grabbed it and some cream cheese from the fridge. As you took a bite of your bagel, you popped one in for Bucky and began to fix his mug of black coffee. You assumed he would be out of his room shortly as he always was. You began to hum the tune of your favorite song and take another bite of your bagel as you saw Bucky emerging from his room in gym shorts and no shirt.

You couldn’t help the way your eyes skimmed down his figure momentarily before finally looking up to meet his eyes. You tried to ignore the way that your mouth practically watered at the sight of him. “G’morning,” You said, pushing his bagel and coffee mug towards him across the countertop.

“Morning,” He said, but he looked distracted, like he was looking around for something.

He began moving pillows from the couch. “Looking for something, champ?” You asked, peering over your coffee mug.

“Yeah, have you seen my…” He started, but then he finally looked at you. He let out a sigh and said, “I should have known.” He gestured to your attire.

You looked down and realized exactly what he was looking for. You were wearing one of his many hoodies. This one did happen to be one of his favorites, so of course he noticed it was missing right away. You had seen it on the back of the couch last night when you came to get some water and threw it on. While it was Bucky’s favorite hoodie, it was also your favorite hoodie of his to steal borrow. Since it was his favorite, he obviously wore it a lot, and because he wore it a lot, it smelled like him. Because it smelled even more like him, you loved it even more.

You laughed and shrugged, pushing his breakfast towards him again. “I made you coffee and a bagel, though?” You offered.

He smiled at you, making his eyes crinkle at the sides, before pulling up a chair to the counter opposite of you. He took a rather large bite of his bagel, making you laugh at him. He finished chewing and finally said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course, Buck.” You said, leaning over the counter. “Anything.”

“Why do you always wear my hoodies?”

You almost choked on your last bite of bagel. “Uh,” You started, trying not to die because of a freaking piece of bread. “I dunno.” You shrugged.

He rolled his eyes as he sipped his coffee. “Do you just enjoy toying with me?”

Your cheeks heated as you sipped your coffee still trying to make sure you weren’t dying. “What?” You asked, finally with a clear throat. Surely, he didn’t mean that the way that your in the gutter brain was taking that.

“Do you just like making me search for them? Are they comfy? What?” He insisted, gesturing to the article of clothing adorning your figure.

You shrugged again, realizing he was not thinking dirty as you were. “It smells like you,” You sheepishly admitted as he stood up to bring his mug and plate to the sink next to you.

You gulped as he looked up and met your eyeline as he washed off his dishes. Those steel blue eyes were the bane of your existence. You were roommates. You were best friends. You shouldn’t have these thoughts. You couldn’t have these thoughts. Because there was no way he felt the same as you did.

He grinned down at you, bumping his hip to yours, once again bringing your attention to his scantily clad form. “Awe, how sweet, bunny.” He said, teasing you. He loved calling you bunny.

You bumped his hip back and scrunched your nose at him. “It just smells like home,” You clarified. “It’s calming.”

His face fell for a fraction of a second. If you blinked, you would miss it.

And you definitely missed it.

“Glad I could calm you, bunny.” He said, putting his dishes on the dish rack to dry. He turned on his heel and began to head to his room. “Do you have any plans today?”

“I plan to watch season 2 of The Home Edit on Netflix.” You said with a shrug. “Wanna join?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know what that is, but sure.”

You went to your room and grabbed your favorite blanket and brought it out to the living room to get cozy on the couch. You pulled up the show and waited for Bucky to come back from his room. You continued scrolling through social media and also texted Yelena to see what she was up to later.

A few minutes later, Bucky returned – to your surprise – still shirtless. He threw himself down on the couch next to you. “Feeling the shirtless look today, Buck?” You said, poking his abs.

He smirked, looking up to you. “Well, someone, also enjoys taking my shirts.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but grin. “So, you are saying you have no shirts?”

“No clean ones. Wonder where they could be.” He said dramatically as he looked around.

You grabbed a pillow from beside you and hit him in the chest. “Fine, I’ll stop since it bothers you so much.”

He chuckled, “It doesn’t bother me, baby.”

You stilled.

He stopped.

It felt like the two of you were frozen for what felt like an eternity.

“Did you just call me baby?”

“I did.” He said, not making eye contact with you.

“Why?”

“Not sure.”

“Well, there’s gotta be a reason, Bucky.”

“None that I can think of, bunny.”

“See? Why not call me bunny? Like always?”

“I don’t know, bunny.”

You stared at him from your side of the couch until he finally looked at you. Bunny was just the thing he called you. But baby felt different. It was comfortable. It was domestic.

It was different.

“Are we still going to watch the show?” Bucky said in a small voice.

“Yeah,” You whispered back before reaching for the remote and starting the show.

Some time went by. You and Bucky had watched wordlessly from your respected sides of the couch as Clea and Joanna organized the various spaces in the show. This show was usually a calming de-stressor for you, but given Bucky’s recent verbiage towards you, your mind was racing elsewhere as you overthought.

Bucky settled more into the couch, pulling your shared blanket closer into him. You also snuggled in, your head brushing against his shoulder. Suddenly, he moved his arm from the back of the couch to around your cozy form. Taking the hint, you nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck as his hand pulled you tightly to his chest.

Your eyes stayed put on the screen and you tried your best to keep your breathing even. The two of you had cuddled on this very couch many times but given your hidden feelings and what Bucky just called you, it had your head dizzy.

Bucky’s metal thumb was rubbing circles into your hip. Despite the cool metal, your skin felt warm. It was like he could sense your unease, though you hoped that he couldn’t.

You began to rub your thumb over his ribcage where you hand was draped over him. The episode you were currently watching suddenly seemed so boring compared to the way Bucky’s skin felt against yours as he breathed in and out. His thumb continued his movements on your hip, going slightly under where the hem of his hoodie sat.

“Bunny,” He whispered, making you look up to him, brushing your nose against his.

Before you can answer, his lips are gently brushing against your own. Your heart felt like it was in your ears. Though you are very surprised, you comply immediately. Your movements with your thumb halt as you grip his side to bring him closer to you. His hand travels up your waist, bringing you as close to him as possible. His lips moved against yours in a way that said something that he could not transpire into words.

He wanted to before when he called you baby. But this was better.

Your hand traveled to the back of his neck as the kiss became more passionate. You kissed until you were sure one of you was going to pass out soon. Bucky was the one to pull away first, each of you panting.

“What the hell was that?” You whispered.

“Something that I’ve been meaning to say,” He whispered back against your lips.

“Anything else you need to say?” You asked, perking up your eyebrow.

“Tons,” He said, with a smirk on his face that you just wanted to kiss off. Bucky leaned in and brought his lips to yours once again, the show in the background long forgotten.

“She just wanna fuck before the function

Only rings my line up for the fun shit

She a starphucker, wanna run shit

She just play the game don't give a fuck about assumptions”

Bucky Barnes hated you.

You were constantly hanging around in the same circles. Bucky’s band, The Soldiers, included him on drums, Sam on guitar, Steve as the lead singer, and Sharon as the bassist. Your band, Like Magic, included you as the lead singer, Natasha as the guitar, Wanda as the bassist, and Yelena on the drums. Your bands were constantly up for the same gigs and always trying to outdo the other. Well, you and Bucky were trying to outdo the other.

He hated your whole band, but he hated you the most. You were the lead, after all. Not to mention the fact that you knew exactly how to push his buttons.

Like tonight, for instance. The Soldiers were supposed to play at the 9:00 slot at their favorite gig spot, Fury’s bar, but Like Magic had somehow taken over that 9:00 spot, pushing The Soldiers to 7:00. Bucky was furious.

The rest of his band was kind of indifferent about it. It sucked, but they got over it rather quickly, which pissed Bucky off even more. As the bands arrived at Fury’s bar, he kept his eyes peeled for you. He finally spotted you, up at the bar ordering a drink from Loki, the bartender. You laughed at something Loki said and Bucky tightened his fist as he walked over towards the bar.

“Just what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Bucky asked as he reached the bar.

You turned with your eyebrows furrowed until you seen the culprit of the verbal assault towards you. “Ah, Buck. I figured you would find me.”

“What the fuck did you do?” He repeated, raising his eyebrows. He wasn’t in the mood for your little games.

You smirked up at him. “Whatever do you mean, Buck?”

He huffed out and leaned over to place his hands on the bar, caging you in. You could see Loki tense up at the scene from the corner of your eye. “How did you get our 9:00 set?” Bucky said, eerily quiet.

The smirk never left your face. “It was just given to the better band, Buck.” You shrugged, and you could already see the outpour of anger on Bucky’s face. His knuckles turned white as he gripped down onto the bar.

“You always do this shit!” He said, frustrated. “Why do you constantly have to one-up me?”

You pushed his chest, as he had gotten closer to you, but he didn’t budge. “I don’t have to one-up you. I just do.”

“I fucking hate you.” He said.

“That’s not what you were saying last weekend,” You said, quirking your eyebrow.

He gritted his teeth as you both thought back to the previous Saturday night.

“Aw, fuck, doll…” Bucky moaned as he ran his fingers through your hair as you took his length into your mouth.

You moaned around his cock, sending vibrations that sent Bucky fucking wild. He moaned again as you swirled your tongue around him.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathed out. “I’m gonna cum.”

You gripped onto his thick thighs, digging your nails into his skin as your wetness oozed from your panties. You continued to bob your head up and down, taking all of him into your mouth as the head of his cock hit the back of your throat every time.

Bucky gripped your hair tighter, pulling it as he came, spilling white hot ropes of cum into the back of your throat. You pulled your mouth off of him, making him shutter at the overstimulation, and swallowed.

Bucky swallowed as he looked down at your mouth knowing the sinful things that you could do with it if you would just shut the fuck up.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky snapped back.

You just giggled. “Okay, fine with me, Buck.” You said, before leaning into his ear. “Just keep pretending you aren’t going to try and fuck me tonight.”

“I’m not,” Bucky lied, gripping the bar top even harder.

You smirked, moving one of his arms to set you free. “You know where to find me when you do,” You said before walking towards the back dressing room.

Bucky was seething. “Hey, Loki,” Bucky said, waving the bartender over. “I need a fucking shot.”

“Of what?”

“Everything.”

“You want me

You won't leave

I thought this would be easy but

I'm tired of picking up your calls

Drunk sloppy sex in bathroom stalls

My back is pressed against the wall

I'll fuck em once i'll fuck em all”

Meanwhile, you were in the back dressing room as Nat and Wanda were tuning their instruments on the couch. “Where’s Lena?” You ask, plopping down on the couch next to them.

“Where do you think?” Nat said, tipping her head in the direction of the hallway.

You turned and saw Yelena chatting up Sharon from The Soldiers. You smirked at the way that Yelena was shamelessly flirting, and the way that Sharon was reciprocating it. “Why did I even ask?” You said to the girls, earning you a chuckle.

Steve and Sam came into the room in search of a smoke. Nat piped up, looking at Steve. “What, can’t get your own?”

Steve responded, “Was hoping you pretty ladies would have some to spare.”

Nat rolled her eyes, but she smiled. “You’re lucky that we are nice.”

“Nice?” Sam chuckled. “Kind of a strong word.”

Steve smacked his arm. “Not helping.”

Wanda chuckled. “Come on, boys. The more the merrier.”

Wanda pulled out her carton of cigarettes, handing each of the boys one. Wanda lit her own cigarette and then the boys leaned into hers to light their own.

The boys sat in the floor across from you ladies on the couch. Everyone began talking and drinking and Yelena and Sharon made their way into the room as well. One thing led to another and the 6 of you were playing around and jamming out a little to warm up for the gig. Steve and Nat were riffing, and you and Wanda were harmonizing with Sharon while Yelena hit a beat on the table. Sam was cheering the group on as Bucky rounded the corner to the green room.

He had taken 3 shots of tequila at the bar while he chatted up Loki and the other bartender, Kate. He eventually found his way to the back room and what does he find? You hanging out with his fucking friends. Bucky thought he was mad before, but he saw red as you laughed with Sharon, Steve, and Sam. How dare you?

“What the fuck is this?” Bucky asked, trying to appear as casual as possible, despite his growing rage.

Everyone’s smile seemed to fall as Bucky’s presence changed the atmosphere of the entire room. Everyone stopped their playing and turned to the dark-haired drummer. “We were just playing around, Buck.” Steve piped up when no one responded.

You couldn’t help but smirk. You knew this was pushing Bucky’s buttons, and you loved it. Did you plan it? No, but you definitely weren’t going to complain. You loved how he was when he got all worked up.

“Well, continue on.” Bucky said, gesturing his hands towards the instruments. “We go on in twenty.”

Everyone began to chat and talk again, and you raised from your seat to head over to where Bucky was standing in the doorway. “Angry, much?”

Bucky grabbed both of your elbows and pushed you up against the doorframe. “Bathroom. Two minutes.” He growled before pushing you away and heading towards the bathroom.

You couldn’t help your grin as he walked away. You bite your lip and tried to appear busy until it was time to head towards the bathroom yourself.

When you walked into the bathroom, you were immediately dragged into the bathroom stall where Bucky quickly locked the door and slammed you against the stall. He attached his lips to yours instantly sliding his tongue into your mouth, which you accepted. He pushed the hem of your skirt up as he crowded you against the wall. He began to undo his belt and push down both his pants and his boxers. Before you even had time to react, he had slid your panties to the slid and slammed into you, wrapping one leg around his waist, hitting your cervix immediately.

You cried out and he covered your mouth with his hand. “Shut the fuck up and take it, doll.” He grunted as he began to set a fast pace thrusting in and out of you. You back pressed into the wall and with every thrust the back of your head hit the stall, but you couldn’t care less. Not with the way he felt stretching you out.

“God damn,” Bucky groaned, trailing kisses down your neck as he continued his brutal pace. “Nothing to say, sweetheart?” He smirked.

You were rendered speechless. You couldn’t talk if you wanted to anyways with Bucky’s hand still covering your mouth, his fingers gripping down on your jaw. His head fell onto your shoulder as he chased his release, and you reached down and began to rub your clit. Bucky swatted your hand away, his own hand replacing yours as he rubbed lazy circles around your clit. You dug your nails into his back as he continued his fast pace, his hips meeting yours at every thrust.

“You gonna cum, doll?” Bucky asked as he felt your walls clentching around him. You nodded, completely dickmatized. “Then cum.”

Your ears began to ring as your vision went white as you came around him. His thrusts got sloppier as he chased his own high, coming undone right after you, still feeling your walls fluttering around him. You each tried to catch your breath as Bucky placed his forehead against yours. You could feel his cum seeping inside you, but Bucky didn’t pull out. You each stayed there, panting into the other’s mouth as you came down from your high.

“Nothing to say?” Bucky breathed out.

“I thought you wanted me to shut the fuck up,” You panted.

“I did. Since when do you listen to me?”

“I don’t.”

“Kind of seems like you did,” Bucky smirked.

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes.”

You scoffed. “I’m debating on that.”

“Oh, shut up,” Nat said with a roll of her eyes. “You know you would be in shambles without me.”

You deadpanned her. “Where I would be is curled up in my bed watching YouTube.”

“See,” she gestured. “Shambles!”

You cracked a smile as you drove through campus. “You want to go grab Starbs?”

“Is that even a question?” Nat asked, as she checked her phone. “Are we still going out with the guys tonight?”

“Most definitely. Why do you think i’m so mad you got me out of bed? I am charging my social battery before we head out.”

She nodded knowingly as you pulled in the Starbucks drive through. “The girls are coming too, I think.” She added as you nodded along.

“Americano?” You asked, not even looking over at Nat to know she was nodding along.

“And a cheese danish.” She finished.

As you waited in line for your order, the group chat was blowing up. “What are these idiots talking about?” You asked, pulling out your phone to glance at the messages.

broke college kids 🤍

sam: guys i need a god damn drink

steve: i’m sure we all do. mid-terms have killed us all.

mj: speak for yourselves. i know i passed all of mine.

peter: same.

thor: sucks to suck fuckers.

sam: and who sucks here thor?? us or the dropout??

thor: mean words from a tiny man

steve: thor i don’t think that’s how that saying goes

mj: yeah no dude

thor: there’s a saying?

wanda: idiots

sam: sooo are we going to Fury’s?

bucky: as usual, i’m sure

You glanced away from the group chat as the car behind you honked, pulling you forward in line. You were wondering when Bucky might make an appearance in the group chat.

Ever since you met Tasha freshman year, you had been inseparable. You had met in chemistry and bonded over your mutual hatred for the subject as you studied together. Soon after, she met Steve. Her handsome, all-American football player. He was the captain, so all of his friends naturally called him Cap. Steve was such the “boy next door” type, which you would think wouldn’t be Tasha’s thing. But the heart wants what the heart wants. And their hearts really freaking wanted each other as often as they kicked you out of the apartment so they could “have date night.”

Through Steve, you both met plenty of people. Fellow football players Sam and Thor to start. Sam was a ferrous ladies man. He called himself “the falcon” because he was “so fly.” His words not yours. Thor was like a literal god, however he did miss on a few social cues, not to mention he did decide to drop out of college. Not that there is anything wrong with it. He just didn’t do college, he struggled with partying too much and decided he would rather just get a 9-5 job. He was currently working as a body guard at the very bar you would be attending tonight.

Next up were Wanda and Vis, the high school sweethearts. You adored their relationship, but also each of them individually of course. Next to Tasha, Wand was your best friend. You weren’t as close to Vis, but he was super smart. You could have sworn he was part robot with the intelligence he had.

Next up were Peter and MJ, who actually went to the same high school, but didn’t meet until college. It was so strange to you that neither had never ran across the other, but maybe it was just a big school. Sometimes you would swear that Peter remembered her, but just that she didn’t know him. Peter had such a crush on MJ, but she was so oblivious. Everyone in the group was just waiting on the day Parker finally made a move.  MJ was another best girlfriend of yours. She was so different from the rest of the group, so edgy. But she fit right in with the rest of you. MJ was your go to person for watching horror movies especially since the other girls didn’t care for them.

Finally, there was Bucky. James Buchanan Barnes. He was Steve’s childhood best friend, and actually one of the first people you met through Steve. You immediately noticed Bucky. How could you not? His steel blue eyes were the first thing you noticed. You could get lost in those eyes, in the specks of blue and gray. His smile was the next thing you noticed. You loved seeing his smile. You loved being the cause of that smile. The very next thing you noticed, was how cute and shy he was. You were somewhat blunt and outgoing, being an open book yourself. On the other hand, Bucky was more quiet and reserved. He had been through a lot in his life. You knew, through his eventual opening up to you, about how he lost his arm in a car accident when he and Steve were 17. Now, his metal arm replaced it. You knew that he and his dad had a terrible relationship, though you didn’t know why.

And it took months for him to open up to you in this way. Many months of really getting to know Bucky. Many months of watching his cheeks heat up whenever you made flirty comments or if anyone complimented him at all really. He was so modest. He didn’t realize just how awesome he was. Especially to you. Ever since you realized how he reacted to your flirting or your compliments, you couldn’t get enough of giving them to him.

Another honk brought you out of your trance as you moved up and finally retrieved your Starbucks drinks. You handed the drinks over to Tasha before finally heading back to your apartment.

broke college kids 🤍

wanda: girls, feel free to come over to mine to get ready

tasha: we will be there sis

mj: not that i wear makeup, but i will come hang

you: absolutely my lovelies

sam: @steve why don’t you talk to me like that

steve: fuck you @sam

bucky: i second that @sam

you: @bucky @steve so you would fuck sam? can i watch?

thor: HAHAHA

peter: oh my god

steve: @you no you can’t watch. that’s just for us.

you: oops my bad

bucky: @you you’re such a freak

you: @bucky bold words from a prude

mj: oh shitttttt

bucky: who said i’m a prude??

you: we could only assume

sam: i hate all y’all.

bucky: ditto

You grinned down at your phone like an idiot as you were packing your makeup bag to take to Wand’s. You loved to mess with Bucky. It was your favorite thing. Your grin grew as you put your phone down and thought of Bucky’s face as he read your message. You could picture his cheeks heating up and his flustered expression.

You finished gathering your things as you and Tasha headed to pick up MJ and head over to Wands.

“Heyyy bitches,” Wanda greeted as we all entered her apartment. “Let’s get hot.”

“We are already hot,” you smirked as you plopped down on her living room floor, makeup bag in front of you.

“True,” Tasha said, as she began to wash off her face.  

“Okay,” Wanda rolled her eyes. “Let’s get more hot.”

“There you go,” You nodded in agreement.

“You guys are plenty hot without makeup,” MJ spoke up as she sat on the couch, fiddling with the end of her shirt sleeve.

“So are you, MJ!” Wanda said, tapping her thigh from her spot on the floor.

“I know. Why do you think I don’t waste my time and money on it?” She said nonchalantly, causing the group to erupt in laughter.

After all the makeup and hair was done, it was time for a fun night out. The boys were meeting us at the bar. We decided to get an Uber there so we didn’t have to worry about a car later. We knew we would end up at Steve and Bucky’s apartment after the bar, as usual. So, we could ride with some of the guys to their apartment or just Uber over there. Majority of the time, everyone crashed there. Tasha of course joined Steve in his room, and Sam would usually crash with Bucky. The rest of us would either crash on the two couches in the living room or the air mattress Steve had. Sometimes Wanda and Vis would go ahead back to their place, being the basically old married couple that they are.

As you arrived at Fury’s, you heard a whistle. Getting ready to kick some ass, you look up with a glare, but were met with familiar eyes. “Barton! I was ready to hurt someone for cat calling!” You giggled before punching his muscular shoulder.

“I can’t help myself when I see three gorgeous ladies such as yourself,” Clint said as he manned the door of the bar.

“Oh stop, you’re making me blush.” Nat said, waving a hand. “Plus you might make Vis jealous.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” Clint said as he removed the velvet rope for you three to head inside.

You all bid Clint a good night as you headed into the bar in search of the boys, but not before going up to the bar to order a drink.

“Ladies!“ Your favorite raven-haired, green loving bartender announced as you approached. “You all look ravishing tonight!”

You lean against the bar, smirking. “Loki, you are too sweet. Gonna make a girl blush.”

He leaned over the counter, closer to your face. Your smirk grew as he glanced down to your lips. “That’s the intent, darling.”

You laugh and playfully smack his shoulder before he joins your laughter. “I’m assuming you all want your usuals?” He asked, grabbing glasses to make the drinks.

You all gave him a nod and he began to get to work on the drinks. For you, a whiskey sour, for Nat a vodka cranberry, and for Wanda a cosmopolitan. You grabbed your drink, taking a sip before humming to yourself at the taste. You needed a night out just as much as anyone tonight. Your mid-terms had really been kicking your ass, and you were just happy that they were over now.

“There’s the boys. Thanks, Loks!” Nat said before heading towards them at the back where the pool tables were.  

You raised your glass towards Loki as a thanks before following the girls. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw Bucky. You never would have thought red would be his color, yet here he was. He wore a red blazer with a patterned shirt underneath. His hair looked freshly cut. He had it cut where it was pretty much shaved on the sides, with more hair on the top. You bite your lip as you looked him up and down. He looked good. You smirked knowing you looked good as well. You wore your favorite purple dress, your classic leather jacket, and black booties.

You walked up to Bucky with a smile on your face and your car keys in hand. He was about to greet you, but he looked at you questionably as you put the car key to his chest. You smirked as you turned the key to the side, just as you would to crank your car. “Hey handsome, does this turn you on?” You asked, seductively, with a wiggle of your eyebrows for extra effect.

A blush rose to his cheeks, but he also let out a cackle at your lame pun. He leaned over as he laughed, and he surprised you by placing a hand on your waist as he laughed. You felt quite comfortable like that. In this moment with him laughing so hard, you didn’t even think he realized he was touching you. You rested a hand on his chest, the other hand still clutching your keys to his chest, as you laughed along with him.

“You are something else,” He said, as his laughter began to subside, looking down into your eyes.

“In a good way, right?” You asked through your lashes as he had a few inches on you.

He licked his lips, and you could have sworn you saw his eyes dart down to your lips for just a moment before his eyes locked on yours again. “Absolutely, doll.”

You leaned back, looking his form up and down. “Well, don’t you look dashing, Buck. Who are you all dressed up for?”

He smiled as a blush creeped up on his cheeks, making you smile. “For you, of course.”

You placed a hand over your heart as you squeezed his arm. “What a coincidence! I dressed up for you as well.” You gestured down to your outfit before doing a little spin. “How do I look?”

You looked up to him innocently as he began to look you up and down just as you had before. “Gorgeous.” He said, his voice just barely audible enough for you to hear over the music and commotion of the bar.

“Well, look who made it!” Sam said as he slapped you on the back, making you turn around and smack his chest.

“Wilson!” You said, feigning anger. “You can’t do that shit. Scared me to death!”

“Like anything scares you, Y/L/N.” Sam said with a roll of his eyes.

“No, not many things.” You respond with a smirk.

Bucky laughed from beside you, shaking his head. It was hard for him to comprehend how you were real. He couldn’t contemplate ever being as bold or confident as you were. He was always just reserved. Not really a prude as you lovingly called him, but he just got so flustered when someone as fine as you would think of complimenting him. In general, having attention on himself made him nervous. Hell, you made him nervous. You were just so sure of yourself, not to mention the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.

“Buck, you’re staring.” Steve whispered in Bucky’s ear making him dart his eyes away from you as you continued talking to Sam.

“Shut up, man.” Bucky said, nudging his friend.

Steve just chuckled and put his arm around Bucky’s shoulders. “You know she’s into you too, right?”

Bucky scoffed, watching as you now begin to talk to the others and laugh as they joined you and Sam’s conversation, greeting you and asking how your midterms had gone. “No, she doesn’t.”

“So, what? She just flirts with you for fun?” Steve asked, looking over to you as you talked with the group.

“Yes. Absolutely.” Bucky nodded.

Steve chuckled as he patted his friend’s shoulder. “You really are dumb.”

Steve left his friend there, now questioning your motives. He had hopes in the back of his mind that you did like him, but he pushed those thoughts away. As MJ always says, “if you expect disappointment, then you can never really be disappointed.” He lived by that when it came to you. He didn’t want to get his hopes up. But now his dumb friend had his hopes just slightly rising.

“So, who’s down for a game of pool?” Thor asked the group.

The old married couple – Wanda & Vis – immediately opted out as they just wanted to watch. That left you, Bucky, Steve, Nat, Peter, MJ, Sam, and Thor. You divided yourselves between two teams. The first team was you, Nat, MJ, and Thor therefore the second team was Bucky, Steve, Peter, and Sam.

“Did I get put with the girls because of my hair?” Thor asked before flipping his low ponytail around as if he was in a Loreal commercial.  

You erupted into laughter as you touched Thor’s arm. “Yes. We are so lucky to have your beautiful golden locks on this team, Thor.”

The others laughed as everyone went to grab pool sticks. You and Bucky reached for one at the same time, your fingers grazing his, making your stomach do flips. You smiled up to him, handing him the stick as you grabbed another. He watched you walk away towards the pool table. Yes, he did notice that little extra sway of your hips as you walked. God help him.

“Okay, what do you guys say we make this interesting?” Nat spoke up as she racked the pool balls.

“What do you have in mind?” Sam asked.

She smirked and you already knew you were going to like this idea. Bucky knew he would hate it. “So,” Nat begin as she continues to put the balls in the correct order in the rack. “What if every time someone misses a shot, they have to do a dare that the opposing team picks?”

“Oh my god, yes!” You yelled. “I’m so down.”

“Sounds good to me,” Peter said, taking a sip of beer.

“Same here,” Thor nodded, and soon everyone had agreed except Bucky.

You looked to him and you could see the panic behind his blue eyes. You leaned over and squeezed his hand. He immediately looked at you and his features softened. He knew you were trying to tell him that he didn’t have to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.

“I’m in,” Bucky said finally, still eyes locked on you.

You broke into a wicked grin as you all began the game.

It started simple, really. Steve missed a shot, he had to take a shot of tequila. Fair enough. However, Nat picked tequila because Steve can’t stand it.

Thor missed a shot. Sam dared him to lick your face, which he did happily. “Ew,” You yelled, pushing the god of a man off you. You never looked, but you could feel Bucky’s stare.

Nat missed a shot. Steve dared her to go order a “walk me down” and drink the whole glass in under two minutes. Nat glared at the man as she walked towards the bar. For reference, a “walk me down” or “fuck me up” as its sometimes called, has rum, triple sec, blue curaçao, gin, tequila, and sweet and sour mix. So, that’s five different liquors in case you lost count. Nat turned the blue drink back chugging as much as she could, stopping when there was a minute left on the clock. She took a deep breath and drank a bit more. She didn’t finish it, but she had drunk three quarters of it.

You cheered her on along with the others as she finished the dare. You could tell how much she was definitely feeling it.

The game continued with several different somewhat innocent dares. But then, things became a little spicier, thanks to you.

Sam missed a shot. You smirked as he groaned, looking over to your team. “Alright, Wilson,” you started. “I dare you to pull up your porn history and let me look.”

Sam gave you a smirk, pulling out his phone. After a few clicks, he walked over to you, showing you the title of the latest video that he had watched.

You let out a cackle as you smacked his arm. “I just watched this!”

“No fucking way,” He said, eyeing you.

“I swear to god,” You nodded. “That part with the spreader bar… hmm.” You hummed to yourself at the memory.

Sam’s jaw dropped before laughing along with you.

“So, it’s true,” Bucky spoke up with a smirk. “You are a freak.”

You tilted your head to the side as you eyed him with a smirk from across the pool table. “Do you even know what a spreader bar is, you prude?”

A flush came to his cheeks as he looked down. He did know. You could tell by the look in his eyes. “Perhaps,” He said before taking a drink from his glass of whiskey. Little did you know how he had fantasized about you and a spreader bar on more than one occasion. He may be reserved, but a prude he was not.

You just smiled. “I cannot wait for you to miss a shot.” Bucky had yet to miss a shot, and you could not wait to dare him to do something scandalous.

“Keep dreaming, doll.” He said, winking at you. The liquor was starting to help him loosen up a bit.

The game continued. Steve was dared to do a body shot off Thor. MJ was dared to kiss Nat. Peter was dared to kiss MJ. After the fear of his features subsided, he grabbed her face and smashed his lips to hers. You watched her eyebrows go up as he slid his tongue inside her mouth and smirked as she kissed him back harder.

Finally, it was your shot. You missed, and your eyes immediately went up to Bucky. Before he could speak, Steve beat him to it. “I dare you to go commando.”

You raised an eyebrow at the blond. “How do you know that I’m not already?” Steve stared you down before glancing at his girlfriend who shook her head no. “Nat, you traitor.”

You looked over to Steve and the rest of the gang in defeat. Your eyes stopped at Bucky before you hiked your dress up to shimmy out of your black lacy thong you wore, pulling them from around your boots.

Bucky was practically drooling from next to you. You looked back up to him before glancing down at the panties in your hand. A smile broke out on your face as you had a delicious idea. You smiled up at Bucky casually. “Hey Buck,” You began, drawing his eyes to yours and away from your panties. “Hold on to these for me, will ya?” You said as you tucked your thong into his front pants pocket.

His jaw dropped as he watched you. You smirked before heading back over to your side of the pool table to grab your drink, taking a sip and staring at Bucky as he shifted and adjusted his pants before taking a long drink of his whiskey.

Steve gave Bucky a knowing look, which he ignored. All he had on his brain was your panties burning a hole in his pocket. All he could think about was dragging you into the bathroom and having his way with you while you were gagged with the lacy garment.

It came around to Bucky’s turn. You eyed him, just hoping he would finally miss. You had a dare in mind just for him.  He lined up the shot, and… miss.

“Yes!” You cheered, Bucky sighing in defeat. He looked up to you with expectant eyes. “Okay, Barnes – I dare you to tell us a fantasy or kink of yours.”

He raised his eyebrows, a slight pink to his cheeks. You walked around the pool table, looking up to him. “You can just tell me if that makes you more comfortable.” You encouraged.

He smiled at you before leaning down and whispering in your ear, his breath giving you goosebumps. “Right now, I’m fantasizing about taking you back to the bathroom and fucking you into the wall with your panties in your mouth and hands tied to make sure you’re good.”

Your jaw went slack, and you felt a familiar heartbeat between your thighs as you swallowed thickly. Bucky leaned away from you with a smirk. The bastard even had the audacity to still blush as he just said what he said to you.

“Well…” Nat said, urging you.

You turned to her, still in a daze. Before MJ spoke up, “What the fuck? We wanna know!”

You shook your head with a smile before putting a finger to your lips. “Never gonna tell.”

“Oh, come on!” Everyone groaned, but you insisted you weren’t going to reveal what he said.

The game continued, but you had no idea what was going on with anyone else besides Bucky. He kept staring at you and all you could do was stare back as a familiar feeling rose in your belly. You needed him. As soon as possible.

The game finally came to an end, Bucky’s team winning. Everyone began to mingle and drink again, everyone kind of having their own conversations.

“Need another?” Bucky asked, coming up to you with another whiskey sour.

“Thanks, Buck,” You said before taking a long drink. You set your glass down before looking up to Bucky. His eyes were trained on you. “So, what would you tie my hands with?”

He choked on his drink as he set it down next to yours, making you smirk. He leaned next to you, with his arm on the bar just next to you, almost caging you in. He spoke right next to your ear, “My belt.” You clenched your thighs and he noticed. His confidence grew tenfold. “Go to the bathroom and wait for me.”

You looked up at him as he pulled away and began to go mingle with the others for a moment. You finally made your way to the bathroom. You went in and checked yourself in the mirror, trying to focus on that and not the growing heat of your core. A knock came on the bathroom door and you opened it to find Bucky there.

He stared at you for a moment before he grabbed your face and kissed you. God, had you been waiting for this. He pushed his way in the bathroom, locking it behind him. He pushed you up against the door roughly, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to pull away. “Listen to me, doll. If at any point you are uncomfortable and want to stop…”

You ran your hand over his cheek as you looked up at him. “Barnes, if you don’t fuck me, I am going to have to do it myself.”

“Noted.” He said before kissing you again, reaching down to grab your thighs as you wrapped them around his waist. He kissed down the column of your neck. “You’re so pretty like this.” He said, as he continued to trail down to your breasts. He pulled your dress down, revealing your bra as he nuzzled his face between your breasts.

He began to grind his hips against yours, the friction of his jeans against your bare core making you moan. Bucky took you over to the sink and sat you down. “Can’t forget,” He said before pulling out your panties. “Open wide, doll.”

You did as he said, and he stuffed your panties into your mouth. He cupped your cheek as he studied you. “So good for me, doll.” He pulled his belt off and grabbed your wrists. “Down.” He spoke.

You slid off the sink, heels hitting the floor with a clink. He spun you around and pulled your hands behind your back, he wrapped his belt around them tightening them until it felt secure.

“You okay?” He asked, looking at you in the mirror. You nodded. “Sorry, doll. I need words.” He took the panties out of your mouth so that you could confirm.

“I’m so good, Bucky.” You moaned. “I need you.”

He smiled as he pulled you towards his hips. “What do you need, doll?”

“Need you to fill me up, Bucky.” You whined.

“Where’s your manners?” He asked, as he ghosted his fingers over the column of your throat.

You clenched as you said, “Please fuck me right now, Bucky Barnes.”

He grabbed your shoulder and bent you over the sink, pressing your face on the cool counter, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to stuff the lace thong back into your mouth. “Well, since you asked so nicely.” He said.

He pushed his jeans and briefs down and began to pump himself a few times. He hiked your dress up, exposing you to him. “Prettiest pussy that I’ve ever seen, doll. I’m so ready to ruin you.” He ran his fingers through your folds, you both moaning as he did so. “Damn, baby. You’re dripping. Is this all for me?”

You whined as he began to circle your clit, nodding your head frantically. He was rubbing your clit agonizingly slow, making you want to scream in frustration. You wiggled your hips in an attempt to get some more friction.

He dug his fingers into your hips. “So needy. Think you’re ready for my cock?”

You whined again, nodding your head frantically again. He smiled, no – grinned. He grabbed his cock, lining it up with your entrance, but not before teasing your clit yet again with the tip. You bit down on the thong in your mouth as not to scream out.

Without warning, he finally entered you. You could cry at the delightful sensation of him stretching you inch by inch. He groaned, gripping your hips with both his warm and cold hand as he continued to push into you. “You feel so good wrapped around me, doll.”

You groaned as he hit your cervix, completely bottoming out in you. He began to move slowly pumping in and out of you, giving you some time to adjust.

He reached up and grabbed the belt around your restrained wrists, using it as leverage as he fucked you. He began to pick up pace, the new position causing you to arch your back, helping him find that sweet spot inside you. You gasped around the panties. “There it is,” He mumbled to himself as he got into a steady and brutal pace, hitting that spot with every thrust.

You already felt the coil inside your tummy beginning to tighten. “Open your eyes, doll.” Bucky said between pants. You hadn’t even realized that you had your eyes closed as you had been reveling in the marvelous feeling of him filling you up so nicely.

As you fluttered your eyes open, you swear you got wetter at the sight alone. You could see his concentrated face as he pounded into you relentlessly. “Look how fucked out you look. Just for me.” Bucky breathed out.

You definitely looked like you were getting good and fucked.

You moaned as the coil got tighter. “You gonna come for me, baby?” He moaned out. “Come for me. Come all over me.”

With a few more thrusts, you did just that. Your vision went black, and you came as hard as you think you ever have, calling out his name as best you could with the panties still in your mouth. You clenched around him and his thrusts became sloppier as he chased his own release. You spit the panties out, looking up to Bucky in the mirror. His jaw was slack as he looked down where your bodies connected.

“Fill me up, Buck. I want to feel you dripping out of me.” You spoke.

His eyes met yours in the mirror and suddenly, he was spilling ropes of white cum inside you just as you asked. You whined as he twitched inside of you, still sensitive from your own orgasm. He leaned over you on the counter, catching his breath. Finally, he pulled out of you, making you whine yet again. He pulled his pants up and you went to move but he stopped you. He grabbed some napkins from the sink and cleaned you up before pulling your dress back down. He helped you up and gain your footing again before releasing your wrists.

You turned to him as he was putting his belt back on and just stared up at him in awe. “What?” He finally said.

You smiled and reached up to cup his face. He leaned into your touch, bringing his hands up to yours. “Nothing. You’re just definitely not a prude.”

He chuckled. “Well, you are a freak after all.”

“We both are,” You smirked, batting your lashes up at him.

“Come on,” He said, leaning down to kiss you quickly. “Let’s go back to the others.”

“God, they are gonna have a field day with this.” You said, trying your best to fix your hair in the mirror.

“Oh, absolutely.”

You looked over to him with a questioning stare. “Is it going to make you uncomfortable?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind as he looked at you in the mirror. “I’m too happy to be uncomfortable. You could never make me uncomfortable. Flustered, yes.”

You smiled before turning around in his arms to lean up and kiss him sweetly. “Alright, let’s go,” You said as you grabbed his hand and opened the door to the bathroom to see MJ and Peter making out outside the bathroom.

Peter pulled away, looking at the two of you. “Oh great, you guys are done.”

He grabbed MJ’s hand and lead her inside the bathroom, sending you a wink before the door shut behind them.

“Damn,” Bucky said, pulling your hand. “I guess lots of long-awaited things are happening tonight.”

“I guess so,” You agreed, smiling as you squeezed his hand and headed back towards your friends.

PART TWO

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