#fboy!bucky

It didn’t take long before you were added to his starting line up. Star player. MVP. Always Bucky’s first call for whatever; when he first sunk his teeth in you, it was a wrap. And the shine was nice. Your starting position made you feel some type of way. Smug. Flattered. You’d put in the work and held your spot. Then, Bucky started making you feel some type of way. Jealous. Anxious. When you knew what it was. And that irked you. Bucky doin his fuck shit irked the fuck out of you. Because don’t get it twisted, he was going to remind you who he really was at the end of the day. A silly little fuckboy who loved his silly fuckboy ways.

So you needed some fuckin air. A dose of reality. Bucky wasn’t going to be your man—you didn’t even need a man. Hellooooo bitch. Chill. That’s why you signed on to the squad in the first place. This was temporary. Bucky was temporary. And so you took a step back, let some other girl who’d been dying for it shine. Fuck it. You already know how the shit goes…

Once you let them go…

You’re getting in late from a girls night, a little drunk, stumbling around in the dark getting undressed. Your drunken giggles filling the silence when suddenly, a picture of Bucky illuminates your vibrating phone. You snort and shake your head, stare and wonder if you should even answer. You were lowkey getting over him, and of course here he is! You know he’s on the other end like fuck, kicking himself in the ass, and that makes you smirk a bit. Good, be pressed. Ring…ring…ring…you let the tension build until he swears you’re going to send him to voicemail. But then you swipe your finger across the screen.

“Yes?”

“Baby cakes…”

His silky tipsy voice sends you reeling, pulling the phone away with a curious brow. Baby cakes? Oh this oughta be good.

“Again, yes?”

“Let me up.”

You huff a sigh, roll your eyes. “Why.” So expected this is how he comes back into your life, but you gotta admit it’s also a little hot.

“Because I want you to,” Bucky nearly whines and frets, and your tipsy heart nearly skips a beat. “Because you want to.”

“Bucky.” You choke because the way he purred that in your ear sends a chill down your spine. “It’s been damn near two weeks since I’ve heard from you.”

“I knooow and I miss you. Bucky needs his baby. Cooome oooon…let me up please.”

You’d never heard Bucky beg like this before and it’s a little unnerving but like really crazy hot. He wasn’t the type. You’re conflicted as fuck. You were so close. So close. Your heart races as you debate with yourself. You didn’t want to, but you do the more he whines and pouts through your phone. He’s just putting on so he can get his way…yeah but also he’s begging, and it’s really fuckin cute…the sexiest he’s ever been. You’re really going through it.

“I’ll make it up to you. Promise baby cakes.”

Goddamn baby cakes the fuck is that?! He’s called you that twice?! Oh he really must be trippin.

“Shut the fuck up Bucky.”

You almost hate yourself, stomping across your living room to buzz him in. Waiting and listening to his excited pants of breaths that fuckin make you throb and wet. Your silent breaths damn near align with his. Watching the door you think, this was a mistake. But it was too late. There he stands before you all domineering and smoldering, hanging up the phone with a hungry snarl as his eyes dance over you doing your damndest to look annoyed. When really you want to crumble beneath him ready to pin you down to the floor, rip your clothes off with a satisfied grin. Goddamn it’s been way too fuckin long. You didn’t want to want him, but there’s just something about Bucky that’s just so hard to resist. Your body tremors in response to his intense stare, his tremendous stature. Everything about him screams I own you. And you like that shit you can’t help it.

“Hey baby—,”

“Wait!” You stop him from coming any closer with a flat hand, taking a small step back from him reaching in for a hug. You don’t think you can handle all that yet. “We’re not doing that.”

Bucky frowns confused, then mischievously grins, “doing what?”

“Touching each other.” Your hand waves no way and he’s completely baffled. Why’d you let him in then? That’s all he’s trying to do.

“Wait what?”

“Why are you here?” You cut him short. “Are you drunk?”

“Well, I think that’s obvious,” he chuckles as he presents himself, then reaches for you dodging him once again. Annoyed by how you’re acting, he grunts, “and like I said I miss you. Stop being a brat.”

“Still don’t get why you’re here Bucky.” You turn on your heel and retreat back to your bedroom since that’s where this is headed. “Where your other bitches tonight.”

“Oh c’mon don’t do that,” he groans as he chases you down. “I wanted to see you, so here I am.”

“Oh. Ok. Whatever.”

Bucky shuts your door behind him and shakes his head at you staring up at him from the edge of your bed. He’s never seen you like this before. All ticked off and shit when he gave you the space you clearly wanted. Just couldn’t do it too long with a girl like you. Too much space for too long and you’ll be done, and by the looks of it, you were just about there. Bucky can’t have that he really fuckin likes you. Time apart was a little difficult. Now he’s going to have to put in some extra work to keep you around. Get you back where you belong.

As he gradually approaches, he softly murmurs, “sooo…what now?” His twisted little smirk’s so sharp you have to laugh off its sick effects on you. Oh god…

“I’m going to bed.” You snap and his smirk falters, a little thrown but deter him. Bucky starts to toe off his shoes and you ask, “the hell are you doing?”

“I’m going to bed too.” He shrugs, his shirt flying across the room. He isn’t leaving that easily.

You smack your lips, narrow your eyes, know damn well what would happen if you let Bucky in your bed. But obviously he isn’t leaving so whatever happens, happens. You stress, “just sleep,” as you wearily pull the covers back. All you’re doin is wasting your breath.

Bucky steps out his pants as he big rolls his eyes. “I can be good.”

You smack your lips and climb right on in to your trap. Bucky’s intentions are anything but that. “Sure you can…”

Lights out. Bucky respectfully stays on his side while you curl up on yours, careful not to let flaming hot flesh near because one faint brush will pop shit off. You know it. Bucky knows it. Why he’s dying to. Being this close to you has got him reminiscing about every single time he was and then some. He wasn’t lying when he said he needed you. Bucky really did miss the shit out of you. It’s not like him to show up drunk on any girl’s porch but you weren’t just any girl. Sure there were other girls, but none of them could measure up to you. A lot of them already knew that.

Out of nowhere, his weight and heat enveloped you and you gasp out in complete shock, “Bucky!”

All he does is snuggle in close, takes you up in his big strong arms and holds you so tightly. In a way you’re unfamiliar with. You can hardly breathe, stunned that he’s holding you like he actually missed you. Afraid any sudden movement would snap him out of this drunken spell. This is really different.

“Didn’t think of you as a cuddler…”

“Told you I was needy…” He sighs, burying his face in your neck to take a deep whiff. “God you always smell so fuckin good.”

That actually makes you smile, squeeze him tighter as Bucky rubs his scruffy face across your buttery skin, inhaling your scent some more. “Shutup Buck…” He always knows the right things to say and when to say them. Charm his way into anyone’s pants with minimal effort the whore.

“Mmmm…missed the way you smell so much…how you feel in my arms…” Bucky whispers, his lips faintly missing your neck and goosebumps decorate your skin. He jerks your hips further into his, jabbing his fat hard right along your ass. Gripping and groping all over your soft tits as he grinds into you hesitantly grinding back. Whimpering and resistant, enjoying the friction way too much to think straight. Each time you feel his dick twitch, your pussy drips a little. You want to be strong, resist him a little harder than you have since he showed up but it’s really useless. You love the way Bucky makes you feel. Not many can do what he does to you.

“Go to sleep,” you impishly demand, too lost in Bucky to really mean it, and he just hums a demented chuckle.

“Make me.”

Fuck, this is what you get…you knew this is what was going to happen and you let him in anyway. You were so close…now look at you. A drooling pathetic mess amidst his massive body. Your pussy’s salivating, starving, ready to have a taste of Bucky again. And he knows he’s won all the twisted little chuckles and happy hums in your ear ring victory. His big hands take over, desperately pulling your panties down your hips, pulling your shirt up so he can freely pinch and pull your nipples. Rutting his throbbing dick right up against your damp slit. Bucky’s running you absolutely mad, your nerves buzzing all the way down to the tip of your curled toes. You bury yourself deeper into his heaving chest.

“Fuck,” you cry, slightly turning your chin for his pouty lips.

Bucky darkly chuckles into them, “yeah…fuck…that’s what I’m going to do…” slipping his hand between your clenched sticky thighs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard baby. Is that what you need?” You nod your dizzy head and Bucky agrees. “I know…I know that’s what I need baby…need it so fuckin bad.”

A nice slap on your ass and he moans out with you, separating your creamy pussy lips with his fingertips. Can’t tell if the mess on the front of his briefs is from your pussy or his leaky tip. About to ruin himself trying to push you to your breaking point but this is so much fun. Feeling you lose control turns him on like no other. Once he gets inside your hot pussy, he won’t be able to contain himself. Your wild moans bouncing off the walls, nails piercing his enflamed flesh. God he and his raging hard dick can’t wait another second.

Pulling and wiggling out of his boxer briefs, he harshly inquires, “are you gonna give me what I want? What you deserve?”

The moment his meaty dick pops down on your ass, you feverishly nod your head, looking into his dreamy stare with big doe eyes. “Yes…of course daddy.”