#skishenanigans

And it was obvious. Girls kept stealing looks at him, some even getting bold enough to go up and talk to him. He would give them a friendly smile, maybe banter a little bit, but they would always leave him looking defeated. It was quite funny actually. They made talking to him, getting his attention seem like a challenge, a game where there could only be one winner. But he wasn’t interested in any of the dozen girls who had approached him.

Things between Bucky and you were nice and simple. For the most part, you both kept to yourself. But at least 3 nights a week, you would both find yourself in the kitchen around 2am, when everyone was sleeping. You'd get some food, sit down, making draw or color - something quiet - and you two would just talk. The first night he complained about people treating like a doll that was broken and taped back together again. He just wanted to be treated normal. He wanted to be bantered with, he wanted to be teased, he wanted random trips to the city. He wanted a best friend. And while you would never try to replace Steve, you did all that and more if you were able to.

You guys had grown extremely close. There were nights where Bucky would have a nightmare and you'd be asleep. Instead of waking you, he would just crawl into bed with you, your peace making him calm down until he was able to doze off again. He would be the one you would bring if you ever went on a date, which happened a few times. He'd linger behind, hidden and seemingly one of the crowd, and would jump in if needed. That only had to happen once when a guy wouldn't take no for an answer. Then there was team game night and while everyone avoided making jabs at Bucky when he was the Card Czar in Cards Against Humanity, you always threw down your worst (best) cards on him.

Knowing Bucky could be so easily pleased, so easily impressed, made this scene amusing. You turned your attention back to the bar, opting to let your focus turn to the intricate designs on the shelves. Just as you finished the last of your drink, you felt a strong arm wrap around you, “Get the lady another drink. And I’ll take an Asgardian beer.”

You looked up, seeing Bucky standing over you. You had just noticed the stubble that pricked his skin. “Hey Buck, nice 5 o’clock shadow.” The bartender handed you your new drink and took the empty glass from you. “Seems like you’re pretty popular tonight.”

He chuckled some and sat in the stool next to you. “Not quite sure why.” Bucky put his glass to his lips, chugging the amber liquor down. You watched as his adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

You couldn’t deny how attractive he was, especially tonight. He was ravishing, absolutely stunning. “I mean, you’re the best looking one here.” You shrugged.

Bucky’s eyes raked over your form, his gaze causing goosebumps to form on your skin. “Nah, I think you take the trophy on that one, doll. Pepper did a damn good job on picking that dress out.” He paused to take another swig of his beer. “If this was the 40’s, I’d ask you to dance.”

You looked over at him from under your lashes, obviously trying to tease him. “And why can’t you do it now?”

He chuckled, chest rumbling with the bass of his voice. “Because their dancing,” He motioned to men and women of all ages grinding on each other, “Is not how I dance.”

“And how do you dance?” You asked, deciding to indulge him as you finished your glass. At this point, you were buzzed enough to let loose, forget your nerves, but still sober enough to consent and remember the night.

“Swing, baby doll.” He offered you a charming wink and smile, igniting butterflies in your stomach. Bucky finished off his beer, pushing his glass away from him.

“Well, look at that charm Steve always talks about.” Letting your gaze fall back to the crowd which was quickly turning from a nice ball to practically a dance club, you decided you needed a change in scenery. “Why don’t we head up to my room and you can show me some of your moves there?”

Bucky stood, smoothing out his suit and offering you his arm. You gladly took it, quickly catching the jealous and angry stares off other women who wanted to get his attention, quickly fueling you with satisfaction. “Right after you, James.” You commented with a playful edge to your tone.

He rolled his eyes, leading you to the elevator. “What have I told you about calling me that? People can only say it if they’re mad and or in the bedroom.”

“Well, isn’t that where we’re headed?” Another eye roll and a huff left Bucky, “You know what I mean.”

Twenty minutes later, you had a playlist of swing music playing off of your speaker in your bedroom. You had kicked your shoes off, leaving you in a thigh length navy dress that hugged your body in all the right place. For a moment, you could have swore that Tony and Pepper planned your outfits to match, but you quickly wiped that thought from your mind and Bucky pulled off his suit jacket and threw it on the dresser, coming over to you and grabbing your waist.

“Okay, (Y/N), just follow my lead. I’m going to pretty much move you, just let loose and dance to the music. If it becomes too much, just tell me to stop, okay?” His eyes were mixed with happiness and care, letting you know just how much this and how much you meant to him.

You nodded, smiling up at him, “Got it.”

With that, Bucky had you two dancing around your room. It was a little hard with the small space and beings you had never done this before, the moves were offbeat and not perfect at all. But by the smile on Bucky’s face, you knew he wouldn’t forget this. You quickly got lost in your thoughts, tripping over your own feet and colliding with his chest. Bucky gripped you hips, quickly stabilizing you as his back his the wall.

It was silent for a moment before you both broke out into laughter. You moved yourself from Bucky’s chest, looking up at him. “I’ve got to say, Barnes, you know how to move. But I apparently don’t.”

He wriggled his eyebrows at you, “That’s not the only place I know how to move.”

You shook your head, not able to hide to smile on your face. “Come on, iceberg, I wanna cuddle.”

Bucky would usually shield his gaze from you when you would change, but something about you tonight, something about the mood in the air, the way he felt - he felt like his eyes were glued to you. You kept your backside to him, slipping a pair of shorts under the dress before pulling the dress off and throwing a sweatshirt you had stolen from him on. He watched as you crawled under the covers on your bed and looked at him expectantly.

He had to physically shake his head to get his mind to stop going to places he knew they shouldn’t. He pulled a pair of sweatpants out of the drawer he kept clothes in in your room for nights he didn’t wanna leave. He stripped, leaving his white tank top undershirt on and pulling his sweatpants on before following your lead and crawling in bed with you.

You two were like magnets, immediately attracted to each other. You weren’t fully cuddling but you were side by side. Bucky’s metal arms was tucked under your pillow because it was always warm there and your right leg had found it’s place laying on top of his left thigh and dangling in between his legs. This would be how you two would fall asleep most night, but end up spooning by morning.

“Thank you,” Bucky’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. “I haven’t done that in years… It’s like I almost forget how to be happy until you’re around and you just make me want to be happy. I wouldn’t have done that with anyone else.”

You pulled your gaze from the shadows that were dancing on your ceiling due to the moonlight outside and looked over at Bucky. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were in love with me, Buck.” You teased.

The playful edge to your attitude quickly disappeared when you noticed the dark blush quickly taking over his features. “Wait, Bucky, are you in love with me?” You moved so you were fully facing him now, using your elbow to prop yourself up.

He quickly turned his face away from you, staring at the wall opposite of your bed as embarrassment washed over him. “I don’t know - I just. You’re my best friend. You treat me like a human being, you’re kind, you’re patient with me. You indulge me on things that you know will make me feel a little safer. Like tweaking recipes until they tastes like my moms, or listening to music from the 30s and 40s, to sneaking out of Starks party to swing dance with me. I don’t ever want to lose you, but sometimes, I just wish there was more to us.”

You watched him, watched as the blush faded and you could already see the fear in his eyes even though he wasn’t looking at you. He licked his lips before continuing, “And if you don’t feel the same way, I’m more than willing to act like this conversation didn’t happen. Just know, that you make me feel things I haven’t my whole life, including back when I was a so called ladies man, and I don’t want to lose that or you.”

You gripped his chin and forced him to look at you. You searched his eyes for any hint of deceit, any sign that he was lying. But there was nothing there. This could very well be the liquor talking in both of you, but you would deal with that in the morning. You leaned down and pressed your lips to his, keeping it soft and sweet to see if he would react well.

And react well he did. You hadn’t even pulled back an inch before his flesh hand came to cradle your face and he chased your lips. The kiss stayed sweet and pure for a few more moments, before quickly transcending into something with more want, lust starting to brew under the surface of you two.

He quickly found himself on top of you, your previous cuddling position making it easy for him to gain control and take the lead. You hands moved to pull the ponytail out so you could tangle your hands in his hair as he continued to kiss you, practically stealing the breath from your lung with his lips.

Once you two pulled apart for air, lips swollen and red from his beautiful assault, he quickly found his way to your neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin that lied there. Bucky’s lips were more sinful and skilled than any person you had ever been with. He quickly found that spot that melted you into putty, pulling a moan from your throat.

“Fuck, James,” You breathed out, pulling on his hair. You felt him growl against your skin, quickly turning you on more.

“Keep that up and I will,” It was obvious he was sucking hickies into your skin, spending moments that felt like years sucking and nibbling one spot before he moved to another.

Pulling on his hair again to pull his lips from your neck, you kissed him again, this time all tongue and fighting for dominance. You kept a fight up for a few minutes, pleased to feel him grinding ever so slightly onto you. Ultimately, you let him win.

Bucky used his metal arm to hold himself up, his flesh arm sneaking under your shirt and teasing your. At first, he scratched his nails down your ribs, a gasp leaving your lips causing him to smirk. You felt him brush his hand against your breast, just faintly rubbing across your nipples. It was enough though. They were hard, begging for attention, and you were arching your back for more.

He pulled back from your lips again momentarily, pulling both yours and his shirt off. This times, when his lips were back on you they were on your tits, kissing, nibbling, and licking everything but your nipples. You already knew he was a tease, but this was more than you expected.

“Come on,” You whined, scratching your nails down his back to encourage him. It only caused him to purr and continue with the torture. “Please, James,” you begged softly, keening into his touch.

That’s all it really took. His attached his lips to your taught nipple, sucking, flicking, and nibbling, staring up at you from under his eyelashes. The beautiful blue orbs were now dark and stormy, filled with wanton and lust. You quickly found yourself rutting against him, trying to get some friction. Your core was throbbing.

Bucky finally pulled away, looking at you intently, “Are you sure you want this?” His voice was softer than you had anticipated, meaning he truly cared and that only turned you on even more.

“Of course I want this. Now, if you don’t get these damn clothes off of us and get in me, I’m doing to lose my mind.”

You watched as his lips twisted into a smirk. “Your wish is my command, kitten,” He purred out before smashing his lips against your again. He quickly got your shorts and his sweatpants off. He spent a few minutes teasing you, prodding your entrance, pushing a finger knuckle deep in the removing it, rubbing your clit.

When he had decided you were wet and teased enough, he finally repositioned you two, wrapping your legs around his waist as he lined himself up. Bucky pulled away from your lips, wanting to watch your face as he finally pushed in, sinking into your warm cunt.

The sight of you alone had him reeling. The way your eyebrows scrunched, face twisted with pleasure, thrown back against the pillow as you moaned out his name. It was all overwhelming in the most glorious way. “Fuck, James, you’re so fucking big. You feel so good.” You whimpered as he begin to move, pulling all the way before pushing back in. He kept up the long, slow thrust until he was sure you were fully adjusted to his size. Once you started begging for more, for him to go harder, he started picking up his pace.

Seeing you start rubbing your clit, taking your orgasm into your own hands spurred him on. He started moving faster, angling his hips to hit just the right spot to make you see starts. Bucky attached his lips to your neck again, sucking at the sweet spot he had found earlier.

He was already on edge, though he held back. He so desperately wanted to see you cum on his cock, see you come undone and your scream his name. So he kept going, holding on until his felt your velvety walls begin to flutter and clamp down around him.

You free hand scratched down Bucky’s back as you finally tipped over the edge, screaming his name for everyone on the floor to hear. He groaned against your neck, thrusting a few more times before pulling out and cumming over your lower abdomen and stomach, a final way of saying “you’re mine.”

Bucky didn’t let himself lay down. He grabbed a rag and wet it, coming over to clean you up then himself before crawling in bed, knowing he’d be out within moments of his head hitting the pillow. He quickly pulled you to him once he was in bed, his eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey, Buck,” you whispered, hoping he was still awake.

“Yeah?” You could tell he was halfway asleep at this point.

Bucky leaned down to your kneeling form on the bed, “Remember your safe word, kitten?” He asked.

You nodded, looking up at him with big innocent eyes, “Yes, daddy.”

He tilted your chin up, “Say it for me. I want to know you actually remember it.”

You sighed a bit, lips pulling into a small smile, “Red or Russia if it’s too too much.”

He gave you a sweet smile that was quickly counteracted with the tight tug on your hair. His smile turned to a smirk and your eyes fluttered shut and you moaned at the feeling.

“Now, little girl, you’re going to listen to me, and if you don’t I will punish you.” It wasn’t a threat, it wasn’t a question. It was a promise. A delicious promise that sent a chill up your spine and caused heat to pool in you.

Your eyes opened once the Bucky’s hand were off of you, watching as he pulled his shirt off. Your drank in as much of his figure as you could before he picked you up and had you kneel on the floor. Confusion filled you until Bucky pulled down his pants, “Suck,” he demanded.

“And what if I do-” You gasped, feeling Bucky pull on your hair.

“You either do it yourself or I make you do it.” He growled, cock standing proud and waiting for attention. He gripped his cock, pumping the girthy length a few times. “Come on, kitten, it’s not going to suck itself.”

You leaned forward, licking a line up the vein on the underside of his cock before licking to precum off. You moaned at the saltiness before taking the tip into your mouth, sucking him happily. You looked up at Bucky, making sure to keep eye contact as you did so.

He used your hair as leverage to bob your head up and down, doing this only momentarily until he started face fucking you. He held your held still, thrusting his hips, shoving his cock down your throat and relishing in the sounds you made as your throat spazzed around him.

He pulled you off of him, “Such a good little girl,” he growled out. He lifted you up again, putting you on the bed and pushing your back until your shoulders and face were buried in the mattress.

You felt Bucky run a finger through your slick folds, pushing your ass out and trying to rut to get more friction. “Uh uh,” he tsked. “ Keep still or you won't cum tonight, kitten.” He teased your hole with his fingers, prodding but never fully pushing them in.

“You're so wet, doll, so fucking wet and all you've done is suck me off.” You could hear the smirk on his lips. “Do you like making daddy feel good?”

You nodded to the best of your ability, “Yes daddy! I love making you feel good.”

“Good girl,” he pushed a single finger in you. “Now be a good girl and beg for my cock. Come on, tell me how much you want me to use your cunt as a cumdump.”

He could see the goosebump prick at your skin with his words. “Please daddy,” you begged, “Please fill me with your fat cock. Make me feel good. I wanna feel you cum in me, please daddy, plea-” You were cut off by your own echoing moan as Bucky was suddenly slammed fully into you.

Bucky quickly set a brutal paste, giving little concern to your orgasm. It didn't matter though, any other time you would need the extra stimulation, but the power play had you reeling and needing little to no extra attention.

He slammed into you over and over again, squeezing your hips, sure to leave finger shaped bruises. It wasn't long until you were begging to cum, barely being able to hold on.

“Please daddy, please. You're making me feel so good, please let me cum.”

Bucky voice was rough and gravely. He used your hair to tuf you up to him, your back pressed against his chest as his metal arm reached around to rub at your clit, the cold stimulating even more. “Cum, little whore.”You came with a scream of his name, feeling him cum not soon after, filling you as you went limp, body used and wrecked.

Bucky quickly moved to untie you, checking your wrists and cleaning you up. He got you water, laying in bed next to you as you both were reassuring each other of your consent and pleasure and contentedness with the situation, calming both of your anxious minds.

So it was no wonder that your were giddy and excited to see him. It had been months since you carded your hands through his fluffy hair, stared into his eyes, felt his hands all over your body. It was a sensation that you missed dearly and craved to have again.

Things were simple and clear between the two of you. The second winter in, the winter you were 16 and Blaine 17, you created a list of rules to follow. While you weren’t dating, you both had made it very clear that the other was not to engage sexually with another person unless they had begin dating the person and the other party was clear. With that also came that rule that if one of you two did begin dating someone, you were not to interfere with their sex life. Until them, you were each others. It was hard at first since you only saw each other during the winter break and a few weeks in the summers, your families were quick to let you guys hang out more once you had begin driving. There were even nights where Blaine had flown to you.

Finally, pulling up to the resort, you practically leaped out of the car and ran inside. While you had seen Blaine just last week for your weekly dinners, you weren’t able to spend the week leading up to the trip together like you usually would. His family had decided to come a week early and you couldn’t blame him for not wanting to miss out on an extra week of skiing.

You were expecting to see Blaine sitting at the fireplace with a hot toddy in his hand and a fluffy sweater on. What you weren’t expecting to see was him leaning on the counter, flirting with some girl you never seen before, hickeys all over her neck, and everyone falling quiet when they saw you. While your parents had been oblivious and naive to the situation, no one else had.

A sinking feeling settled in your stomach, but you tried to shake the creeping thoughts out of your mind. Blaine turned his attention from the ditzy girl to where everyone else was looking, his face falling for a split second before smiling and coming on to you.

“Hey, shortcake, what took you so long?” He smiled convincingly happy as he pulled you in for a hug.

You worries quickly melted away with how he was acting, his warmth and scent taking over your thoughts. “Had to take a detour, snow knocked down a tree near to base of the mountain.” You mumbled, looking up at him. Your heart nearly skipped at how soft he looked.

He watched as the bellhop brought your bags in, “Come on, let’s get you situated in your room.” His lips moved to your ear, voice dropping to a whisper. “I made sure we had conjoining rooms this year.”

Blaine helped you get your things to your room and left to let you get settled, knowing you could get cranky after long drives. Once everything had been put away, you crawled underneath the flannel sheets, deciding to nap and let Blaine have fun with his friends before you disturbed him.

The next week was filled with your usual shenanigans. You would eat breakfast, ski for most of the morning, come back to the lodge and have a hot toddy or hot chocolate, find the closest room to fuck if you weren’t already in one of your rooms, and spend the rest of the evening eating snacks and playing games. But it was also filled with whispers, dirty looks, and giggles - something you weren’t used to.

You woke up one morning to the sound of your alarm, getting ready for your usual day. Just as you were about to leave, you noticed a piece of paper had been slipped under your door. You picked it up, reading it. “Blaine is fucking the new girl.”Staring at the paper in disbelief, you shook your head, throwing it in your trash can. “He wouldn’t.” Ignoring the sinking feeling in your stomach from the first day, you gave yourself a once over in your mirror, put on a fake smile, and headed out your door.

Ignoring the feeling wasn’t an option when you saw Blaine one arm wrapped around the girl, his lips by her ear. His back to you, not noticing you yet. Anger, disgust, betrayal quickly filled you. He was yours, and he had the audacity to try to sneak around with someone else at that place where you two begin.

“Blaine!” You snapped. He nearly jumped out of his skin, practically throwing the girl out of his arms as he turn to look at you with this sad, kicked puppy look. You weren’t falling for it, and he knew it. “My room. Now.” You hissed, “Or don’t ever even look in my direction again.”

Ten minutes of pacing in your room had passed before he finally came in. He was wearing less clothing, now in only a red t shirt and a pair of black jeans. Your anger had quickly made your body temperature rise and you now only wore a pair of sweatpants and a tank top.

He looked at you, and the look of annoyance on his face pissed you off even more. “Wipe that “I have better things to do” look off your fucking face. What the hell were you doing with her?”

“We were talking.” He said shortly, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Talking?” A scoff left your lips and you rolled your eyes, “Yeah sure looking like you were just talking. Just like it did the day I arrived. Or at dinner the other night. Or when we were playing board games. Just talking.” You shook your head, running your hand through your hair. “We had a fucking agreement.”

“I’m not fucking her.” You could hear the agitation on his voice, but also the bit of guilt he was trying to mask.

“And why should I believe you? The hickies on her neck, the flirting, the silence from everyone if her and I are in the room together, the fucking note I received this morning telling me that you were fucking her.” The silence that filled the air was enough to answer your question. “We had a deal.” You hissed at him, finally stopping your pacing and moving to stand in front of him. “What the hell happened?”

“I don’t know!” He finally snapped, his defensiveness coming out. “I just - don’t you think it’s weird that we’ve been doing this for six years now? Neither of us have had a relationship because we’ve been too caught up in this. So excuse me for wanting to branch out and ac-”

“You. Are. Mine.” You hissed, taking a step closer to him. He took a step back in response. This continued until his back was against the wall. “Do you understand me? You’re mine. We would be a fucking couple but you made the rule that we weren’t dating.”

Blaine opened his mouth and quickly shut it, “God, I’m fucking stupid.” He groaned.

“No shit…” Your felt a smirk twitch at your lips. “You’re mine, right Blainey?” You hummed, a tease in your voice.

His eyes quickly searched yours before nodding, “Yes, (Y/N), of course. Please give me an-”

“I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.” Your hands quickly carded in his hair, pulling him down for a breathtaking kiss. His hands quickly moved to your hips, squeezing.

He wasn’t going to be taking control this time. Any other time you would let him use you however we want, but not tonight. You were going to make sure he and everyone else knew who he belonged to. You tugged on his hair, pulling his lips away from yours so you could attach your lips to his neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, you made sure there was a bright hickey before moving on the another spot. By the time you were done was marking him up where everyone could see, he was practically panting, already had as a rock, and whimpering your name.

But that wasn’t enough. You wanted him to scream your name. You wanted him to forget any other girls he’s ever even looked at. In a frenzy of motions and clothes flying everywhere, you hand him laying back on the bed, completely stripped.

You straddled Blaine, teasing the tip of his cock with your pussy, making sure he felt how wet you were but not giving him the satisfaction sinking on him. Scratching your nails down his chest, you watched as he leaned into your touch, practically purring. He whined, “Come on, babe.” He rocked up against you, “I need to feel you.” You smirked, leaning down to suck more hickies into his chest. “What?” Your words vibrated against the smooth plains, “Was she not good?” He shook his head, practically shaking the whole bed. “Who do you belong to?”

“You,” He huffed out. “Fuck, (Y/N), please just ride me. I’ll make it up to you in every way possible later. Just pl- Fuck!” You finally let yourself sink down on him, moaning at the feeling of being full.

No matter how many times you and Blaine fucked, you could never get over just how big he was. You begin rocking your hips, grinding, bouncing on him, showing him just who he belonged to. “So big, baby, and all mine.” You purred out, grabbing his hands and putting them on your tits. “Play with them. Show me how sorry you really are.”

He wasted no time, hands roaming over your body. He leaning up and wrapping his lips around your nipples. He touched you, kissed you, bit your everywhere he could while you bounced up and down on him. Blaine pressed a finger to your clit, rubbing circles in the bundle of nerves.

“Come on, Blaine,” You tugged at his hair. “Cum, scream my name. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

You felt him shudder beneath you, nails digging into your hips. A few more moments of you rocking on him and he moaned your name. Thick white spurts of cum filled you, sending you over the edge. Your walls clenched, milking him as you rode out your orgasm.

Rolling over and cuddling into his side, you grabbed his chin and made him look at you. “Mine?”