#bucharest

When she’d met him at a fruit stand a few months ago, he was buying plums. The soft, dark fruit was her late grandmother’s favourite and she hadn’t been able to resist telling him so. Despite his gruff demeanour, they’d struck up a conversation and the rest was history. Eventually, after going out for drinks together a couple times, Y/n had opened up to Bucky about her financial struggles. It was then that he hesitantly offered her a temporary solution to her problems. And now, she was his sugar baby. 

Bucky paid her for her company multiple times a week but he’d never pressured her into doing anything sexual. For months, they simply spent quality time together, growing their relationship into a more solid one with a foundation of companionship and mutual trust. 

As Y/n walked briskly over the cobblestone streets that led to Bucky’s apartment, she couldn’t shake the feeling that had been bothering her for the last few weeks. At her core, Y/n was two things: a realist and a hopeless romantic. The opposing characteristics battled for dominance within her with every decision she made, especially ones relating to her love life. No matter how wild it seemed, even to her, she had come to the realization that she now saw Bucky as more than a friend, as more than just her boss. Shaking her head at herself, she pressed the doorbell that would let her into his building, waiting for the buzzer to go so that she could enter. 

The dusty cement staircase muffled the clacking of her heels and despite the enjoyment she knew she always felt when she saw Bucky, Y/n’s anxiety began to grow the closer she got to the top floor. It had been a few days since she’d last seen him and even fewer since she’d truly realized just how much she was falling for him. But before she could start overthinking their relationship for the millionth time, the door opened, revealing broad shoulders barely encased by that red henley he always wore. 

“Hi,” Y/n greeted, slightly breathless, both from the stairs and the mere sight of him. 

“Hello.” 

Bucky smiled awkwardly like he always did. It was one of his little quirks that Y/n had instantly found endearing. If she really thought about it, which she didn’t particularly want to, she’d probably been into him from the moment they’d said hello. It wasn’t just his looks, though his rugged handsomeness definitely didn’t hurt, but how behind that rough appearance was one of the kindest, most gentle men that Y/n had ever met. 

~ 4 hours later ~

“Thank you for spending time with me tonight Y/n,” Bucky said sincerely, his cheeks flushing beneath his stubble, “You know I always appreciate it…” 

Y/n stopped in her tracks, standing still in his doorway. She hesitated before saying what she knew was going to spill out of her later if she didn’t just come out with it now, “I like you Bucky.” 

Her words made him freeze. As their gazes collided, the hopeful, disbelieving way that he looked at her broke her heart. She knew he’d done horrible things—hurt people, killed them too—and yet that didn’t stop her from reaching out to softly caress his jaw. Her job was to be a companion to Bucky, to care for him, but this budding softness between them was something else altogether. 

His quiet response shook her from her thoughts, “I like you too.” 

She looked deep into his eyes, sliding her hand down from his jaw to his firm chest as she came closer to him. 

“Can I kiss you?” She asked. 

“Please,” his voice was broken, as if the desire to kiss her was testing his restraint. 

She leaned forward with a smile before pressing her lips to his. In an instant, his hands were on her waist, pulling her back into his apartment like he couldn’t resist grabbing at her, having her body as close to him as humanly possible. Bucky groaned as she ran her tongue along the plush surface of his bottom lip, pushing herself further into his mouth. As the kiss deepened, Y/n’s hands ran across Bucky’s clothed chest, over his buff shoulders, and down his back. 

Eventually, she felt him stop his movements. She broke away from their kiss in time to see they’d reached the worn, leather couch in his studio apartment. Without breaking eye contact, she pressed on his shoulders lightly so that he’d sit down. As she stood before him, she could tell from the wrinkle in his forehead that he was worrying. 

She grabbed one of his hands, holding it tightly in hers before saying what she knew he needed to hear, “I want you, truly.” 

His eyes flickered with something like sadness before he squeezed her hand back in response. 

“It’s been years doll, I’m not gonna last long—fuck,” he groaned when she sunk to her knees before him, "Are you sure you want to?”

She nodded her head, her hands running up and down over the wide expanse of his thick thighs.  Settling back onto the old leather couch, Bucky spread his legs wider to allow her some space as she knelt before him. 

She cocked her head to the side playfully, “Are you sure you want to Bucky?” 

After he said yes, Y/n moved her hands, inch by inch, until she reached the button and zipper that concealed his cock. She unzipped his pants, undid the button, and peeled the fabric off of him, moving at an agonizingly slow pace. 

“Pull it out,” she ordered once he was only wearing his boxers, commanding him in a dominant tone that was unfamiliar, even to her. 

His gaze sharpened then, assessing her like a predator circling its prey. In a flash, his hands were on her, breaking the spell that her slow movements had cast over them. With startling efficiency, Bucky gathered her hair into a tight ponytail. Tugging at it slightly, he gazed down at her, his eyes downcast and laser-focused on her.  

“Don’t think for one second doll, that being alone for so long has made me forget how to fuck,” he titled his head slightly, assessing her shocked expression, before taking control, “Now be a good girl and open your mouth for me.”  

His grip on her hair loosened just enough so that she could move her head, obeying his command by opening her mouth, sticking out her tongue for good measure. Bucky pulled his hard cock out from his underwear, making her swallow harshly in anticipation. It wasn’t that she had expected him to be small but more so that she couldn’t have envisioned a cock quite so big, even in her wildest dreams. 

Guiding his tip slowly past her lips, Bucky’s eyes softened slightly at the sight of her taking him in. 

“Fuck doll, this is exactly what I’ve been dreaming of.” 

He sucked in a sharp breath as she teased his head with alternating swirls of her tongue. His chest moved so slightly with the motion it was almost imperceptible, but Y/n knew better, knew Bucky better. Somehow in her anxiousness she had forgotten just how clear it was that Bucky liked her exactly as much as she liked him. 

Y/n licked around and around his tip until she felt the hand in her hair begin to tighten instinctually. She pulled back slightly so that she could spit onto him, an action that made his eyes widen in response. His steely blue gaze burned her face with its intensity as he followed her every action with fascination and awe. 

“Mmm,” she groaned onto him as she took more of his cock into her mouth until she was halfway down his shaft. Even half of him was enough to make her gag. She bobbed up and down, dragging his cock over the flat expanse of her tongue and deeper into her throat. Y/n’s eyes flitted up to look at Bucky, taking in everything from his tense frame to the bead of sweat forming on his temple. 

“Keep going doll,” he encouraged, “Don’t stop.” 

Spitting onto her hands, Y/n placed them at the base of his shaft, creating suction to satisfy the part of him that she couldn’t reach. She then returned her mouth to him, speeding up her movements until the lewd, wet sound of him hitting the back of her throat filled the room. Choking on his cock over and over made her eyes water, tears threatening to spill onto her flushed cheeks, but the satisfaction of hearing Bucky’s moans spurred her to continue. 

“Good girl, good girl,” he practically chanted as his orgasm approached. 

Y/n kept the pace, pleasing him with her hands and her mouth. Bucky’s vibranium hand cooled her warm cheek as he gripped her face, thrusting up into her open mouth and chasing his release. 

“Can I cum in your mouth doll? Please tell me I can.” 

Y/n nodded her head quickly, conveying what she wanted. Her head bobbed and bobbed until finally he came, spurts of white cum splattering the depths of her throat. She slowed her movements, swallowing everything he gave her with an eagerness that made him grunt in pleasure. As she stood, wiping the mix of cum and spit off of her lips with her thumb and sucking on it, Bucky’s glassy-eyed gaze trailed slowly up her body. 

“Can you take this off for me doll?” He asked once he’d regained his composure, gesturing to her shirt without breaking eye contact. 

She nodded before beginning to pull the soft fabric over her head, leaving her exposed in her bra. Bucky leaned forward from where he sat on the couch to place soft kisses in the dip between her breasts all the way down to the tender flesh of her hip. Shivering at the gentle press of his lips, she moved to take off her pants next. Bucky’s strong hands found hers, one warm and one cool, guiding the process along as if he couldn’t resist touching her. His gaze roved over her skin with such intensity it felt like an actual caress. Finally, she removed her underwear, moving slowly and watching as Bucky’s eyes followed the movement, darkening quicker than a coming storm. 

“Perfect…” he murmured, planting one last gentle kiss just above her pussy. 

With his hands on her hips, he flipped her onto the leather couch until she was laying on her back. Breathless, her pussy clenched in anticipation as he looked up at her, desperation etched in every line on his face. She was wet already from sucking him off but knowing that Bucky wanted to taste her so badly, that pleasing her was his priority, turned her on even more. “You want it?” He asked, confirming her desires.  

“Yes,” she breathed in response, her voice needy, “Please Bucky, I need you.” 

Reaching forward, he slid a finger along her folds, gathering some of her wetness before bringing it up to her clit. He circled around it, building pressure deep inside her with every sensual motion. She sighed as he teased her, allowing her body to enjoy the most delicious kind of torture. Looking up at her, he slid his finger down from her clit, going lower and lower until he reached her wet hole. 

“Bucky…” she whimpered, her hips jerking toward him, needing more. 

“How many fingers are you going to take for me tonight doll?” He asked in a deceptively nonchalant tone. 

Y/n gasped as a single finger slid up into her pussy, moaning at the sensation. He pumped in and out, hitting that perfect spot inside her with each slow, curling motion. Her hips moved up and down as the pleasure began to take over her body. 

“That’s one…” he stated like he was keeping score. Bucky’s metal hand gripped the soft flesh of her hip, the cold temperature grounding her as her cheeks heated. 

“Two.” 

Y/n’s hands found Bucky’s broad shoulders, gripping onto the fabric of his shirt as the tension continued to coil inside her. If she couldn’t already feel her pussy tightening around Bucky’s fingers herself, his small, breathy groans would’ve given it away. She gasped then as his mouth latched onto her clit, returning to the sensitive area and giving it the pleasure it craved. 

“You’re doing so good doll—so fucking tight and good for me,” he murmured against her as he sucked at her clit and pumped his fingers in and out. 

Without lessening the delicious suction he’d created around her, Bucky continued circling her clit with his tongue. He pulled her so close to his face that she was practically riding him causing her pleasure to wind tighter and tighter, so tight she knew it wouldn’t be long before it snapped. 

“I can’t—mhm—take it much longer,” Y/n mumbled, her words slurring from the intensity of his mouth and fingers, “I’m gonna…cum soon.”    

“Yes, do it—fuck,” Bucky swore against her as he lapped at her clit, “Fucking cum for me doll.” 

Y/n’s pussy clenched at his words, squeezing his two fingers. She was close to the edge, about to tumble over the precipice of her orgasm. 

“Bucky—“ she gasped loudly, her body tensing as he slipped a third, thick finger into her, somehow knowing exactly what would make her cum. 

“Three.” 

That was all she needed. Crying out, her pleasure took over. Waves of sensitivity coursed through her, making her shiver as Bucky pleased her through it, slowing down but never once removing his mouth or hands. He’d pushed her, teased her, controlled her pleasure like an expert until she burst all over his tongue, giving him exactly what he’d wanted all along.

Bucky propped himself up on his elbows after her orgasm subsided, removing his mouth and fingers from her, leaving her sensitive and needy for more. Her eyes were hazy with lust and she couldn’t help the small whimper that left her mouth when Bucky brought his soaked fingers to his lips and began to clean off her cum with his tongue. He cocked his head to the side before asking, “Wanna taste?”  

She nodded before she could think better of it, opening her mouth and letting Bucky slide his wet, cum-soaked fingers past her lips. 

“Mmm,” Y/n groaned as the salty slickness hit her tongue. She sucked his fingers clean, looking him in the eye as she did, before releasing them with a quiet, satisfied hum. 

“Good girl.” 

“Come here,” Y/n tugged Bucky by the tight, red henley that he was somehow still wearing, pulling him in for a kiss. 

He mumbled something incoherent as their lips pressed together, his words disappearing into the kiss. He ran his tongue between her lips, wanting to push deeper into her mouth. She moaned as his tongue slipped further inside, deepening their kiss. Bucky’s weight pressed down onto her as they made out, the width of his hips pushing her legs apart. Y/n broke away from their kiss long enough to say, “I want to be on top.” 

Bucky didn’t waste any time, complying instantly to her request by flipping them over so that she was spread across his lap. Neither of them were wearing pants and somehow, after Bucky took his shirt off, leaving them both fully exposed, the change in position made them realize the intimacy of the moment, of what they were doing. 

“We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to,” Bucky caressed the side of her head with his metal hand, gently intertwining his fingers with her hair.   

Her gaze flicked up to his, “I don’t want to stop Bucky. Do you?”  

She placed her hands on his broad chest, eyes widening when she felt the strong beating of his heart beneath her palms. 

“No,” he shook his head, confirming his desire as his grip tightened slightly in her hair, “I’ve been waiting too long for this to give you up now.”

Y/n’s hips ground down onto him without thinking, it was like every logical thought in her head was gone, replaced only by lust. Bucky groaned at the feeling of her bare, slick pussy grinding back and forth against his cock. Grabbing her chin with his metal hand, he pulled her into a rough kiss. Their tongues tangled until Bucky broke away, breathing heavily as he kissed her neck, sucking and leaving marks on her skin, tickling her with his scruff. The sensations made her gasp, a raw, needy sound that made him harden instantly beneath her.  

“Fuck—I need to put it in now doll. Is that okay?” 

She nodded against him, her breath hitching at the thought of just how well he was going to stretch her.  

“Use your words pretty girl, I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Bucky please…I want to feel you inside me,” she groaned in response, needing him now more than ever. 

With one hand steady around his girth, Bucky lined himself up with her entrance, using his cool, metal fingers to spread her folds apart. 

“Fuck—your pussy’s so damn pretty," he swore, pushing his tip into her, the sensation making them both hiss, “Sink down on it doll. Take as much of me as you can.”

The feeling of Bucky spreading her open was even more intense than she’d imagined. Once the head of his cock was fully inside her, she continued lowering her hips, breathing hard as she took in one inch at a time. She could feel his shaking breaths on her cheek as she focused, letting his quiet groans encourage her to slide him deeper and deeper inside. 

“I—“ she gasped at the pain of his size, “I can’t Bucky—it’s too much…”

“Take a minute doll, it’s okay,” he comforted her, planting a sweet kiss on her pouting lips, “It feels so good just like that.” 

Adjusting to his size took a minute or two but Bucky talked her through it, pressing gentle kisses to her jaw, neck, and chest. Closing her eyes, she let herself focus on contrast between the pain of him stretching her and the building pleasure caused by his size. Eventually, the sting subsided and she began to move, rocking her angled hips forward and back. The more she moved, grinding down onto him, the more the initial discomfort faded and turned to pleasure. Even with an inch or two of his cock left to spare, he was still so deep inside her.  

“You’re taking me so well doll, being such a good girl for me.”  

“Bucky…” she moaned, his name tasting even better on her lips than their cum had.

Y/n’s back arched and her head lulled back as she began to lose herself to the feeling, moving quicker and quicker. Bucky’s hands, flesh and metal, caressed her waist and her thighs, roaming up and down her body as if he couldn’t decide which part of her he wanted to feel beneath his palms more. Their breaths mingled, moans getting louder by the second as she continued to ride him. 

Leaning back, Bucky’s hands found her breasts. He massaged them in his hands before tweaking her nipples with his fingers. The sting, the movement, the pressure, it all mixed together, building heat and delicious tension.  

“Shit doll—” he groaned, his eyes flicking up to meet hers, “I need it deeper…harder.” 

Turned on by the thought of taking more of him, she merely whimpered in response. Gripping her hips tightly, Bucky flipped them over again so that she was on her back. After placing a quick kiss to her temple, he pushed back into her until his cock was completely enveloped within her warm pussy. He grunted in response as she tightened instinctually around him, “You want it fast doll? Deeper?” 

“Yes—shit—yes, Bucky please.” 

Placing one hand behind her head and using his other to tuck one of her legs up to her chest, Bucky began to thrust into her. Moaning at the wet sounds her pussy was making, she took him all the way inside with surprising ease. His metal fingers gripped the soft flesh of her thigh, the cool temperature grounding her again as he sped up his pace, pressing her body down into the couch cushions below with his weight and the sheer power of his thrusts.         

“Fuck that feels good,” Y/n groaned, her eyes fluttering shut so that she could focus on how deep he was, on the feeling of her pleasure building. 

Bucky leaned forward, capturing her mouth in a sloppy kiss. Letting go of her thigh, he ran his cold hand down her body until he reached her clit. Y/n gasped at the added sensation, her noises of pleasure lost to his lips as he pressed his mouth to hers. With each powerful snap of his hips, her desire continued to rise. Bucky’s movements were so fast that their lips could barely connect, each motion shaking them both with its force.  

This intimacy, this sweet result of the trust that they had for each other was exactly what Y/n had been waiting for. She knew she liked Bucky, that she’d developed a crush on him that went beyond their original friendship and financial agreement. But, what she hadn’t expected was just how perfectly they’d fit, how easily things had come together for them. As Bucky thrust in and out of her, pleasing her in a way that was somehow both rough and reverent, she knew he must be the man for her. A companion that she not only wanted but needed too.   

She smiled against his lips as he held her body down with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other. The rougher he got the closer her orgasm came to releasing. 

“Bucky…right there, please. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum…” 

He thumbed her clit, never once letting her pleasure slip from his grasp. He was completely in control, giving her everything she craved and more. Her whimpers and breathy moans filled the room, mingling with Bucky’s deep grunts and swearing. They were both getting closer and closer to cumming.  

“Oh fuck—“ Y/n cried out, her breath hitching as her orgasm crashed over her. 

Each sensation combined into one powerful force, ricocheting throughout her entire body like wild strikes of lightning followed by the deep, responding rumble of thunder. The feeling was so strong, so intense it felt like time slowed and simultaneously sped up around them. All she could feel were Bucky’s strong hands, the weight of him on top of her, and the delicious spreading of pleasure as it crackled through her.  

“Cum in me,” she begged then, voice rough with lust and pupils blown wide. 

“Fuck doll—you’re sure?” He groaned as the waves of her orgasm throbbed around him, pulling his cock deeper inside her pussy. 

She nodded, eyes soft with desire, caressing his flesh arm with her fingertips before murmuring, “Please…” 

Y/n’s pussy was still tight and pulsing when Bucky came, her moans pushing him over the edge. He groaned in her ear, the deep sound of his orgasm making her back arch upwards into his firm chest. Gripping her waist so tightly she thought he’d bruise her skin, she felt it as his cock twitched and his cum spurted deep within her. 

“That’s it,” he praised, his voice a soft, low breath.