#simsadventures

And Bucky had insisted to come and help you move your things out, and you couldn't be any more appreciative because some of your furniture was really heavy and you felt bad for overloading some boxes which threatened to break your bones in your back and arms if you carried them far enough.

"Y/N?" Bucky's deep voice calls out as he enters the apartment. It's bittersweet for him too, he used to love coming here and having your weekly movie nights on the L-shaped corner couch with your fuzzy cream blankets. But he is more happy to have you living in the same apartment building as him, it's easier for him to protect you, not that you needed protection, Bucky knew you were independent and capable of dealing with things on your own but he wanted to keep you close, you were one of his best friends and he's never had someone as close to him besides Steve before.

"In here!" You haul the box out into the front room and smile when you see Bucky in his blue Henley, dark jeans and a pair of sneakers (you never thought you would see the day he would wear something different than his usual combat boots), his hair was cut shorter and he looked so clean and perfect. You were used to Bucky with long hair, but since he cut it a couple of months ago, you kept telling him how much you loved him with shorter hair, telling him "it really suits you, Buck!" And he has taken your compliment personally because he's kept up with his short hair.

"Doll?" Your eyes fly up to his face, he was smirking and raised an eyebrow at you and you blush, you didn't realize you were staring at him.

"Huh?" You clear your throat and awkwardly look around the room.

"I asked if you wanted me to start moving your stuff out? The truck is downstairs."

"Yea-yes. That would be great." You smile, nodding your head for no particular reason as you find yourself getting lost in his bright blue eyes. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° It only took you a couple of hours to move everything from the truck into your new apartment and by the time 6pm arrived, half of the boxes were already unpacked and your ornaments were placed out neatly around your new living room, your L-shaped couch positioned with your familiar rug in the middle of the room, it was already starting to feel and look like home. And while you were busy hanging your curtains, Bucky had gone out to grab some food for the two of you, deciding to take the rest of the evening off packing and just sit and watch a movie to relax before bed.

"Honey, I'm home!" Bucky chuckled walking through the door. You finished the gather of your curtains and smiled.

"Great!" You sighed as you welcomed the comfy cushions of your couch behind you as you plopped down with a bounce, crisscrossing your aching legs under you as Bucky plated the food.

"Chicken for you." He said holding the plate of chicken noodles in front of you and a soda.

"Thanks, Buck! For everything." You smiled at him as he sat down beside you, digging into his own noodles, he nodded in return and flicked the TV on, playing the DVD you left in from a few nights ago.

You and Bucky ate in silence, occasionally laughing at the TV. Over the years you have had so many movie nights with Bucky, and you weren't sure if it was because of the new apartment, but you didn't want Bucky to leave, you didn't want to be alone. Sitting next to Bucky right now felt so right in so many different ways. But Bucky was your best friend, and you felt conflicted about your feelings. You were also sure he saw you as nothing more than a friend. Your thoughts were all over the place and you nibbled on your bottom lip.

The action didn't go unnoticed by Bucky, who was watching you from his peripheral. He knew whenever you bit your lip it was because of anxiety or panic attacks. For now, he stayed quiet, allowing you to gather your thoughts. ☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•°☆•° Bucky stayed with you until the end of the movie. You had somehow managed to push your weird thoughts to the back of your mind and enjoy his company.

He stretched and yawned, looking at his watch.

"Wow, it's almost midnight. I better be goin'" he says tiredly, getting up to leave.

"Thank you for everything today Buck." You stand up with him and pull him into a tight hug, burying your face in his chest and fisting his shirt around his back.

Bucky chuckles and his chest vibrates against your face as he holds you.

"You already thanked me doll. Got nothin' to thank me for, s'what friends are for." He rubs your back comfortingly and tries to pull away, you only hold him tighter.

"Please stay." You whisper, refusing to loosen your grip on his shirt.

"Doll, let me look at ya." He pushes your body away slightly and his heart sinks down to his stomach as he looks at the stray tears racing each other down your cheeks. "What's wrong?" He asks, concern laced in his voice. It was rare for you to show Bucky this side of you.

"I just-" you sigh and take a breath. "I feel so selfish but I don't want you to go... I don't want to be alone here." Your bottom lip trembles uncontrollably and Bucky nods, pulling you impossibly close to him.

"Ok doll, shh shh it's okay. I'm not goin' anywhere. I'll stay for a couple o' days ok?" He holds your chin between his fingers and you nod happily.

And now that you knew Bucky was staying, you felt so much better. You were used to living alone so why this was any different you didn't understand.

Was it because you started to feel something in the pit of your stomach for your best friend? You have never felt this way before, even when you were around when Bucky was in relationships with other girls, you didn't feel jealous. But now just the thought of it sent a pang of pain to your chest. When did this happen?

For Bucky, it was a different story.

Bucky has been in love with you for a long time, he has just kept his feelings buried because of your friendship at stake. If things didn't go his way and you didn't feel the same way, he could handle the rejection but losing you was not worth it in his eyes.

Instead, he stood by as you tried to go on dates, most failed and some guys acted like complete jerks towards you which he strongly disliked but could do nothing about when he really wanted to dislodge their testicles.

And he knew staying with you would be difficult, because with you he always felt at home, it felt so natural. But seeing you so upset he didn't want to leave you. He wouldn't leave you. His ma taught him manners and he was a better man than most these days.

He hated how sexist the men had become. Even now he knows women deserve just as much respect and attention as they did when he was an 18-year-old taking his dames out on dates every weekend. And mention dick pics to Bucky? He was disgusted. And it has never interested him, even if one of his recent ex-girlfriends tried to push him to send her a sexy photo of himself, he declined as kindly as he could.

After brushing your teeth, you go back to your bedroom and stop in your tracks. Bucky is wearing a black T-shirt and his boxers as he pulls the covers back. He notices your reaction and panics.

"Is this ok?" He asks timidly.

You grin and walk over to the free side of the bed. "Of course it is." You reply, stripping down to your tank top and shorts, climbing under the duvet the same time as Bucky.

You roll on your side and face him, making the outline of his features in the darkness you're shrouded in.

"You ok doll?" Bucky asks quietly, stretching an arm out and moving some hair from your face and you shiver from his soft touch.

"I am." You whisper back, reaching out to touch his prickled cheek. Drawing patterns and you feel his cheeks lift in a smile, his dimples under your fingertips. You move your hand down above his heart, his heartbeat lulls you into a deep sleep.

The sun beaming through the partly opened curtains wakes you up and you feel totally refreshed. The best night's sleep you have had in a long, long time. It takes you a few seconds to remember where you are and why there is heavy breathing behind you.

You're facing away from Bucky, and he has his arm wrapped around your belly with your back pressed into his chest, his face buried in your hair, and something digging into your backside and you realize he's spooning you, quite intimately. It only makes your heart beat faster, now this is something you could get used to.

You shift your butt slightly, grinding your backside into his wood and a loud groan erupts from behind you. It encourages you to do it again, only harder. His hand grips your waist tightly to stop your movements.

"Doll!" He groans, thinking you're just asleep and unaware of what is happening but he hears your cheeky giggles.

"Good mornin' doll." Bucky slurs from tiredness, pressing a firm kiss to the back of your head and moving his lower body away from you, already missing his closeness.

"Good mornin' Buck." You turn to face him and lay on his chest, tucking your head under his chin and intertwining your legs with his.

The silence in the room is comforting, the birds are singing their sweet tunes outside and inside it's just the sounds of two hearts beating in sync.

"What do you wanna do today?" You ask in a whisper, not wanting to disturb the peace and quiet. You draw an invisible pattern with your finger over his heart.

When Bucky doesn't answer, you assume he's fallen back asleep until you tilt your head up and see he's already looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face.

"Buck?"

Bucky lowers his lips to yours and you reciprocate the kiss by tilting your head to the side to kiss him deeper. This was what you wanted for so long, and Bucky has dreamed of this moment for years. He's scared he's going to wake up soon.

The kiss becomes heated and you straddle his waist, grounding yourself against him. He elicits a moan as his hands fly to your waist, his fingertips burying themselves into your skin.

"Doll.." he breathes heavily. "Do you want this? Do you want me? Because we can pretend this never happened..." he speaks lowly, hoping the latter doesn't happen.

"I want this Buck. I want you, I have for a long time." You smile down at him, pressing the palm of your hands on the pillow beside his head.

"Will you be my girl?" His tongue darts out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

"I would want nothing more than to be yours." A growl elicits from his throat at your choice of words, and clothes are flying off everywhere.

Your first official morning as a new couple is spent between the once clean but now sweat-soaked bed sheets as the two of you embark on a beautiful adventure together as boyfriend and girlfriend, which Bucky hopes one day you will walk to him down an aisle and mother his children.

And you hoped that one day this beautiful specimen of a man became your husband and fathered your children you desperately wanted in the future.

You have been fellow Avengers for the past 8 months, but while both you and he were good with everybody else on the team, you couldn’t stand each other. You were always at each other’s throat, bickering and fighting about the tiniest things.

Like this morning, when you met him in the kitchen. You had one particular cup that you liked to use for your morning coffee, and the whole team knew about it. So it was quite the surprise when you came in to make yourself a cup, seeing Bucky with your cups against his lips. You threw your slipper at him, which made him spill some of his own coffee on his shirt. And then you yelled at each other until Peter came in, looking he might burst into tears, asking you to just stop it.

You walked out of there pissed, not only because he was idiot enough to use your cup, but because you didn’t have the chance to make coffee for yourself, resulting in an especially bad day for you.

You arched your brow at Tony who just frowned at you and bid you sit down next to Bucky. You huffed out a breath and sat down like you were supposed to.

Tony felt like a father of two naughty kids, one pulling the other’s pigtails, while the other’s kicking the first one in the groin. The whole team was getting tired of the two of you, always at each other’s throats, so he decided to put an end to it.

Before that, he always divided you in missions, so that everyone can have some rest. But not anymore.

“Something’s come up, and I need you to go and figure it out,” he said, trying to sound like a director or a father so that at least one of you respected him.

“Is it so difficult that I can’t go alone?” Bucky asked, obviously annoyed as much as you were. At least there was some area that you could agree on.

“It should be fairly easy, just a material retraction, but if I sent just one of you, there would be no back-up, and I’m not risking that. So, I need both of you to go there, get the damn plant, and head back home.”

“A plant? What are we, Tony? Some fucking botanists? The hell do you need a plant for?” You chirped in, still not sold on the idea of spending alone time with Bucky.

“We’re not really sure why, but it makes people do weird stuff, let’s leave it at that. It’s near San Francisco, we think, so if you’re fast and careful enough, you should be back tomorrow night. Start time is at 7 AM sharp, and I expect both of you to be there, and before you ask any more questions: yes, it has to be the two of you, no, there is nothing that can be done, and no, you don’t have a permission to leave one of you there. I think that should be all, and I believe you should go and rest before the mission.”

From the look on Tony’s face, you knew that it was futile to try and fight with him, so you groaned silently, and you stood up, bumping into Bucky’s leg purposefully. He kicked you and glared at you, but before you could start a proper fight, Tony hollered Out, and you both ran out of there.

“If you’re not at the hangar at 7, I’m flying away without you, asshole!” You muttered and didn’t wait up for his retort, walking back to your room to have a nice warm evening before the hellish days you knew would come.

—-

To your utter annoyance, Bucky was at the hangar even sooner than you, that stupid smirk plastered on his face.

“I almost thought I would have to leave you behind, doll. Shame, I thought I could have a good day ahead of me.”

You didn’t have the energy to fight him just yet, so you just gave him the middle finger and boarder the quinjet. When you were sure that Bucky was on board as well, you started the plane and put it into motion. Bucky sat down next to you, drumming his fingers against the other steering wheel. You clenched your jaw, hating the sound, and when you turned your head to snap at Bucky, he was already watching you.

“Trying to make me kill you before we even get there, Barnes?”

He chuckled but didn’t stop his fingers. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, sweetheart. I’m just trying to busy myself before we get there.”

You shuddered from all the anger coursing your veins and looked straight ahead. You should’ve brought the book with you, you chastised yourself and tried to ignore the idiot sitting next to you.

It wasn’t that he would be a bad-looking person. Quite the opposite, actually. When he first came to join the team, you had a small crush at him. But as the first thing he did was mansplaining how you should throw your knives, you immediately put him into the box with other chauvinist men, and you never looked at him the same.

By now, Bucky was chewing gum so loudly you were actually afraid it could fall out of his mouth, with how wide he was opening it. You wanted to slap it out of him, but then the dashboard told you that you were nearing the spot in which you had to land, and so you lost all interest in Bucky’s annoying sounds.

You knew your target house. It looked like any other house from outside, but, apparently, it was some kind of lab with just one plant in it. You were supposed to barge in, take the plant, put it in an air-proof container and bring it back for Tony and Bruce to check it.

You still had no idea what the plant did, and you weren’t really keen on finding out. You just wanted to do your mission precisely, and get back home, far, far away from Bucky and his stupidities.

He obviously felt the same, because the second you landed the plane, he marched out of there, not waiting for you.

“Bucky! Hey! Wait up!” You yelled at him, but he was acting as if he didn’t hear anything, he just continued his walk towards the house.

You were supposed to wear gas-masks, but neither of you realised from all the pent-up energy in the plane. You just followed Bucky, the container to put the plant in secure in your hands.

He kicked in the door just as you reached him. You could see his jaw set, and his eyes squinted a little. This was his game face, you knew that much, and you would be lying if you said it wasn’t one hella sexy face! But you shook that thought away. He was an enemy of yours, and of all women!

Neither of you held your breaths (not that it would be for anything when you had the search the whole house and find where exactly the plant was), and so without you two knowing, the pollen was already getting in your system.

The house was abandoned, and relatively small so it the two of you only about 2 minutes to search it all and find the damn plant. It looked like rose’s and tulip’s child- well, very mutant child, but still. You quickly stepped in front of it, and put the thing into the container, running out of the building with Bucky behind you.

You felt a little host of breath when you reached the plane, but you blamed it on the fatigue from the last mission still. Bucky seemed to have been a little heavier as well.

You craned your neck and shuddered as the first heatwave sent shocks down your body. Bucky put the plane into the air and put on the autopilot, feeling a little uneasy himself. You looked over at him and saw that his cheeks were reddish his brow sweating, and he had a problem to not tug at his clothes too much. Just like you.

And then you realised it.

“Bucky! We didn’t put the gas-masks on, so whatever the plant emits, we probably inhaled it. You feeling a little weird as well, right?” You asked, but your voice didn’t come out as loud as you thought it would.

Bucky’s eyes widened at the realisation, looking behind you, where the masks were sitting comfortably.

The heat was now unbearable, and even though the air conditioning was blasting, you felt like you were in the middle of Sahara. You thought that this was the worst of it, feeling hot, but then you could feel the itching in your panties. When you scratched yourself there, you had to stifle a moan.

The little friction it offered made your pussy clench around nothing, and you fell to your knees. You suddenly knew what was happening and you that there was no outrunning it.

Bucky spun around to see you on the ground, and when your eyes connected with his, you both knew what you needed. You looked at his pants, where his cock was pushing painfully against the fabric, and you stood up.

Bucky watched you warily, but he didn’t say a word. His mouth salivated as he looked at you, stripping your suit quickly, relieving your skin from the feeling of fabric against it.

Bucky connected the dots pretty much in the same moment as you did, so he knew what had to follow, and he also stripped himself bare.

By the time you reached him, you were both panting and very much naked.

“Just- oh, just for the record, I still very much hate you,” you breathed against his neck before you licked a strip from his jugular to his ear. Bucky obviously shuddered, gripping your hips tightly to provide you both with some sense of stability.

“Ditto, sweetheart. But after I’m done with you, all you’ll think of will be how much you love me and my cock.”

You would slap him if you didn’t need him that badly. He grasped the back of your neck, pulling you into a heated kiss, all teeth and tongue. You couldn’t help yourself, but you sucked on his tongue, making Bucky’s cock grow even harder.

He groped your breasts, pinching your painfully hard nipples in the process, travelling south, to reach the place where you needed him the most. His fingers touched your clit, and you moaned loudly into his mouth.

Bucky smirked, but his mind was too fogged by now to be able to form any witty remark, so he just continued to slick his fingers up, before he slid them into your hole. You clenched tightly around him, and Bucky could think of nothing else but your velvety walls squeezing him.

Another moan that followed came from Bucky, as you suddenly gripped his cocky tightly, and pumped him quickly in your hand. Your other hand reached his balls, massaging them between your fingers, giving them the so-needed attention.

When you had enough of the teasing, you pushed Bucky’s hand away from you, and brought his cock to your pussy, sliding it through your folds.

Bucky pushed you away, and without talking, you knew exactly what he wanted from you.

You got on all fours on the ground, sticking your ass high up and wiggling it slightly, so that Bucky would hurry.

And he really didn’t waste no time before he was urging your legs further apart, and gripping your hips, sliding into you in one long thrust.

He stilled once inside you, both of you revelling in the feeling. But the need was stronger, and Bucky needed to move and make you both cum. Hopefully, before you reached New York. That was the last thought before he started pounding into you like a caveman

The whole quinjet was filled with loud groans and moans, and with the sound of skin slapping skin, and you were dimly aware that the entire scene looked like something from porn. But you couldn’t bring yourself the care when Bucky’s thick cock was hitting all the right places in you.

“C’mon, make yourself cum on my cock, Y/N. I need you to squeeze the orgasm out of me, doll,” Bucky hissed from behind you, and you happily obliged.

You pushed your hand to your clit, playing with it with fervour, dead set on making you both cum.

“That’s it. Want me to come inside you? Want to feel my come ooze out of the tightest hole I’ve ever been in? Huh? Tell me what you want, Y/N,” Bucky whispered to your ear, making your meet his vigorous thrusts.

“Yes!” You moaned, his words urging you closer to your peak. “I want you to give me all you have, James. Please, cum inside me!” You knew you were yelling now, but you doubted the birds outside would mind.

“Fuck! Your wish is my command, doll,” Bucky hollered, and his thrusts grew in intensity. It only took a dozen more thrusts and few good flicks of your clit, and you were squirming underneath Bucky, chanting his name like a prayer.

The second he felt your walls milking him, he let himself go, and he came with a grunt, followed by a bite to your shoulder, grounding himself that way.

He could’ve sworn it was the best orgasm he’s ever had, and he wasn’t sure if it was just the plant or if it had anything to do with the best pussy in his life.

You were both panting like crazy, tired from the mind-blowing orgasms, when you heard the beeping sound coming from the dashboard, signalling you were nearing home. You weren’t sure if the pollen was out of your system, but you knew you couldn’t come to the compound with Bucky’s dick deep inside your pussy.

You both dressed quickly, not caring about the dishevelled looks you were sporting. You both looked properly fucked, and the thought made a smile tug on your lips.

When you landed, Bucky took the plant and walked towards Tony already waiting for the two of you. You could see he was eyeing you suspiciously, his eyes flickering between the two of you, and then to the plant.

“So, I assume you breathed some of it, huh?”

You and Bucky both shrugged your shoulders and turned to walk away, but you could hear the giggles leaving Tony’s mouth. It might not have been his plan, but he regretted nothing.

When you reached your room, you stopped in your tracks, making Bucky bump into you.

“I still hate you, Barnes, that back there, that changes nothing,” you said, but the playfulness in your eyes probably gave you away.

Bucky smirked and leaned in so that he was talking against your lips. If you were in the state of mind you were in that morning, you would probably kick him to his man-parts and shut the door to his face. But, for some reason, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it now.

“I’m sure you hate me with passion, doll.”

You swatted his chest, lightly enough you knew he probably didn’t even feel your hand there.

“How about we continued what we started in my room?” You asked, looking at him through your lashes. He smirked, and before you could protest, he swooped you in his arms and walked inside your room, ready for round two.

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