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“Mm-mm,” he hums, voice low and rough from sleep. “Don’t move, sweetheart. Not yet.”

You whine softly, your body tightening around him as if it knows exactly what he’s asking for. He groans into your hair, thrusting just enough to remind you how deep he still is.

“Too full,” you mumble, even though you don’t really mean it.

“Yeah?” he teases, his lips brushing your neck. “You say that every morning, and every morning you still take it.”

The words make you squirm, but he holds you still. His flesh hand slides down to your lower belly, pressing just hard enough for you to feel the solid weight of him inside.

“Right there,” he murmurs, his tone a sinful growl. “That’s me, all the way in. You feel it, baby? How perfect your little cunt fits me?”

You nod, biting your lip, a quiet sound catching in your throat when he rocks his hips again—just once, slow and deliberate.

He exhales a soft, wicked laugh. “God, I love waking up in your pussy. You’re all warm and soft, still half-asleep and squeezing me like you wanna keep me.”

“Bucky…”

“Mm?” He noses at your jaw, his stubble scratching just enough to make you shiver. “You know what I’m thinking about, doll?”

You shake your head, and he smiles against your skin.

“Thinking about how good you’d look knocked up,” he whispers. “All fucked-out and full every morning, my come dripping out of you ‘cause I couldn’t stop myself. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? My greedy girl.”

Your breath catches. His words light a spark that coils low in your belly.

“Bucky—”

He cuts you off with a slow thrust that steals the rest of your voice, the sound of your slick filling the quiet room. “Don’t tell me no, baby. Not when you’re already clutching me like you’re begging for it.”

He presses a hand flat over your stomach, groaning when he feels himself twitch deep inside. “Fuck, I can feel it, sweetheart. You’re gonna take every drop. Gonna let me keep it there till it sticks, yeah?”

You nod before you can stop yourself, a desperate whimper breaking free when he grinds against you again.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, voice low and filthy. “Just breathe. Let me fill you again.”

You can feel him start to throb, his hips jerking shallowly, chasing that edge. He bites down gently on your shoulder as he comes—hot and heavy and deep—until you’re trembling, your body clenching around him, milking him for everything he has.

He doesn’t move, doesn’t pull out. Just breathes through it, sweat-damp skin pressed to yours, heart hammering steady against your spine.

“Stay like this,” he whispers, still catching his breath. “Keep me inside you. Let it settle.”

You hum weakly, already drifting, overstimulated and warm.

Bucky presses a kiss behind your ear, voice a dark promise. “Next time, I’m flipping you over. Wanna watch it leak out before I stuff it back in.”

The growl in his tone makes you clench around him again, and he groans, hips twitching.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Guess we’re not getting outta bed anytime soon.”

----

But you?

You sat at your desk, chin in your hand, staring at the glowing screen that had nothing to do with work and everything to do with your mood.

God, Halloween was supposed to be fun. Costumes, candy, stupid scary movies, all of it. But the only thing you could think about was the fact that your boyfriend was currently halfway across the world on a mission with Steve.

You were considering Natasha's invitation but the thought of putting on a cute little costume just to spend the night without him made you feel… well, miserable.

“Pleaaseee!” Natasha’s voice pulled you out of your sulk, and you glanced up to see her leaning against your desk, arms crossed, wearing that annoyingly perfect smirk. “It’s gonna be fun! Don’t tell me you don’t wanna get out and get drunk for once. It’s freakin’ Halloween!”

You groaned, letting your forehead drop dramatically against your palm. “You’re not gonna let it go, are you?”

Natasha tilted her head, her red hair catching the fluorescent light, and gave you a look that said obviously not. “Nope. C’mon, it’s one night. I’ll even let you borrow my cat ears.”

Your head snapped up. “…Cat ears?”

“Yeah,” she drawled, already grinning. “We’re going full sexy mode, sweetie.”

Oh my God.

Natasha’s smile only widened at your absolutely terrified expression.

“What? Don’t tell me you’re gonna sit home like a sad little widow just because your boyfriend isn’t here to hold your hand.” She leaned closer, lowering her voice in mock sympathy. “Barnes would want you to have fun, you know. Not pine away in your pajamas with a pint of ice cream.”

You scowled, heat warmed up your cheeks. “I do not pine.”

Nat gasped dramatically. “Sweetheart, you’ve been pining since he left. Don’t think I don’t notice you sighing every time your phone doesn’t buzz. It’s tragic, really.”

You rolled your eyes, but she wasn’t done. “Honestly, you’re whipped. The man could text you a single emoji and you’d probably—” she made a vague hand gesture that had you sputtering “—lose your mind.”

“Natasha!” you hissed, smacking her arm and looking around to make sure no one heard her.

The thing was, your relationship with Bucky was still fresh. It was all new to you and… kind of dizzying, honestly. That hopeless, stupid-in-love kind of new where every little thing felt electric.

He’d look at you like you hung the moon, and it made you want to laugh and cry at the same time. You’d catch yourself smiling at nothing, zoning out in meetings just because your mind wandered back to him. And the best and worst part? He was just as bad. Always finding excuses to linger near your desk, texting you the dumbest memes (after Sam explained him what they are, very funny convo by the way), kissing you goodbye like letting go was the hardest thing in the world.

So yeah. Maybe Natasha wasn’t completely wrong about the pining.

You let out another long, theatrical sigh and finally turned toward her. “Will you stop harassing me if I agree to go?”

Her response was immediate and it came with one sharp, decisive nod. “Yes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You swear?”

“On my very expensive boots,” she said solemnly, holding out her pinky like she expected you to seal the deal.

You squinted at her for a moment, then slowly extended your finger. Natasha’s lips curved into a mischievous little smile as she hooked hers with yours, clearly way too pleased with herself.

You just shook your head, pulling back with a mutter. “Now excuse me, but I have work to finish.” Pushing your chair back, you rose from the desk, smoothing down your shirt like you actually had something important to do.

You hadn't.

You just needed an excuse so she’d leave you alone for a minute. The second Natasha was distracted by someone else in the office, you slipped off toward the restroom, grateful for the break. Inside, the harsh white lights buzzed, and you braced your hands on the counter, taking a slow breath.

When you finally looked up, though… damn.

Your reflection stared back, uniform hugging your body in all the right places, hair falling perfectly without even trying. You bit your lip, tilting your head a little.

Before you could overthink it, you pulled out your phone, angled it just right in the mirror, and snapped a selfie. Then you made a quick check…. yeah, you looked good. Really good.

You opened your DMs with Bucky, tapped out a short message and attached the selfie before you hit the send button.

You | 2:13PM Missing you xx

---

By the time you got home later that evening, you’d half-convinced yourself Bucky was buried in mission chaos and wouldn’t even see your little bathroom stunt until tomorrow. Which was fine. Totally fine. Not like you’d been checking your phone every five minutes since.

Your bedroom was a whirlwind of discarded clothes, makeup brushes, and the shiny black dress Natasha had practically shoved into your arms. You were halfway through curling your hair when your phone buzzed on the dresser.

You immediately put your Dyson down and ran to grab it.

Bucky | 5:38PM Damn, doll. You can’t just send me pictures like that.

You smiled, warmth bubbled stupidly in your chest. God, finally he answered.

You | 5:39PM Why not? Didn’t you like it? 💋

Bucky | 5:39PM Like it? Sweetheart, I’ve been thinking about it all day. Nearly drove me insane. How am I supposed to focus on anything when you look like that?

You let out a soft laugh, flopping back on the bed with your phone above your face. The thought of him somewhere across the world, probably brooding in some dim safe house, and still too weak for one picture? Delicious.

You | 5:40PM maybe that’s the point. to distract you ;) I wish you were here though…

You chewed your lip, staring at the typing dots that flickered and disappeared.

Bucky | 5:40PM You’re not making this easier. You know how bad I want to be there. With you.

You sighed, hugging a pillow under your arm. Natasha’s stupid party was the last thing on your mind now… but at least you could tease him a bit. A mischievous grin appeared on your face as your fingers began typing.

You | 5:41PM Then imagine me getting ready right now... in a little black dress Nat picked out, tight and short…

His reply was instant.

Bucky | 5:41PM Send it.

Bet. You opened your camera and angled the phone above you. You didn’t even bother adjusting it too much—you just sprawled across the bed, dress hugging your curves, one strap slipping off your shoulder, hair a little mussed from rushing around, lipstick freshly glossed… yup, this would kill him!

Like before, you attached the file and sent it.

Bucky | 5:43PM Jesus Christ.

You didn't have time to respond before another message lit up your screen.

Bucky | 5:43PM Maybe that's good I'm not there. I'd rip that dress off of you.

Heat curled low in your belly, a slow, aching pull that had you shifting against the sheets. God, why did just his words have to do this to you? Your free hand tugged absently at the hem of your dress, fingers slipping under the edge, brushing the waistband of your panties.

You bit down on your smile, thumbs flying over the keyboard.

You | 5:44PM Oh yeah…? What else would you do?

You sent it with your pulse racing, already imagining him sitting somewhere with his phone in one hand and his jaw clenched tight.

He made you wait for his reply for the next full two minutes and your fingers were already itching to push further.

Bucky | 5:46PM First I’d throw you on the bed. Get on my knees and spread your thighs, taste you through your pretty panties until they’re soaked. Then I’d rip them off too and eat your sweet little pussy until you’re crying my name.

Holy fuck.

That familiar tingling rushed straight between your legs, making your core throb. You squeezed your thighs together, but it wasn’t enough. Your fingers hooked lower under your waistband, tugging your panties down just enough to slip your hand inside. The first brush of your fingertips against your swollen pussy had you biting your lip and stifling a moan.

You grabbed your phone with your other hand, grinning through the haze.

You | 5:47PM You’re gonna love this… guess what I’m doing right now?

Bucky | 5:47PM Don’t you dare, doll. Don’t touch yourself without me there.

You wept softly, rubbing little circles that made your hips twitch.

You | 5:47PM Too late… already thinking about your mouth on me.

Your fingers slid down, dipping between your slick folds. You could barely type at this point.

You | 5:48PM i’ve got my hand in my panties, Bucky... playing with my clit… pretending it’s you.

You bit back another moan as you pressed harder, fucking your hand rougher as the other was busy typing.

You | 5:48PM Touch yourself too. I know you want to. I know you're as desperate as I am.

There was a moment of silence until your phone buzzed again.

Bucky | 5:49PM Got my cock in my hand, doll. Already so hard for you. Stroking it slow and wishing it was your tight little pussy instead.

Your back arched against the bed and a choked sound slipped from your lips. You moved faster now, hips canting up against your palm, chasing that dizzying rush.

You | 5:50PM God, Bucky… I’m so wet. You’d make a mess of me. Wish you were here filling me up.

Bucky | 5:50PM I’d stretch you open on my cock, make you scream my name.

Bucky | 5:50PM Don’t stop touching yourself, baby.

Your thighs trembled as your fingers worked on your cunt, toes curling against the sheets. You were thinking about him. About his perfect chest, big strong arms, beautiful lips that worked magic on you… And the metal arm, of course… The goddamn metal arm.

Bucky | 5:51PM Bet your fingers don’t feel half as good as my cock. I’d pin your wrists, fuck you so deep you couldn't walk.

Your breath came in shallow gasps. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room and you grabbed your phone tighter, as if to hold onto something.

Bucky | 5:52PM I’d keep you stuffed full of me all night. Make you beg for every inch. You’d take it, wouldn’t you, doll? My perfect slut.

A helpless whimper tore out of you. Your thighs shook, pleasure building fast. Every filthy word dragged you closer to the edge. You didn't even have energy to respond him anymore, focused on nothing but coming.

Bucky | 5:53PM Rub that sweet little clit until you’re dripping all over your hand.

You were gone. Lost in the rhythm of your fingers, moans spilling out before you could catch them, the coil inside winding so tight you could almost—

KNOCK. KNOCK.

Your head snapped up, eyes wide, heart hammering.

“Shit, shit, shit…” you hissed under your breath, yanking your hand from your panties. Your phone buzzed again—Bucky, no doubt ready to ruin you further—but you ignored it, scrambling off the bed.

You smoothed your dress down, tried to tame your hair with frantic fingers, pinched your cheeks to get rid of the flushed look. God, you could still feel your pulse throbbing between your thighs.

Another knock, sharper this time.

“Coming!” you squeaked, wincing at your own voice. A deep breath, one last swipe under your eyes in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look freshly fucked. Then you pulled the door open.

Natasha stood there, arms crossed, one perfectly arched brow raised. “Hi,” she said slowly, gaze flicking over you.

You plastered on the brightest, fakest smile you could manage. “Hi!”

Nat tilted her head, giving you a once-over. “…Ready to go?”

“Yeah!” you chirped a little too quickly. “Just—” Your eyes flicked back to the bed, where your phone was still buzzing insistently, screen lighting up like a beacon of sin. “Just a minute.”

She stepped inside without question, already glancing around your apartment with that casual assassin’s ease. You grabbed your purse and started tossing in the essentials—lip gloss, ID, wallet…

Finally, you reached for your phone. The second you picked it up, the screen went black.

“Fuck,” you whispered. Of course. Of course you’d forgotten to charge it. And what’s worse? You’d left Bucky like that.

Your stomach twisted, imagining him all alone with his hand wrapped around his cock, waiting for your next filthy reply… only for you to ghost him mid-way.

Happy Halloween, doll. There is a big chance you have just completely ruined your boyfriend.

---

The ride over was a blur. You kept sneaking glances at your dead phone in your lap, mind running circles around Bucky and the way you’d left him hanging. By the time you and Nat finally made it to the bar, neon lights were glowing across the street and the music from the inside was spilling through.

Just as you reached the door, Natasha stopped short. “Wait.”

You blinked at her, confused, until she pulled something from her purse with a victorious little flourish. A black headband with cat ears. There was no way she'd forget about it.

Before you could protest, she leaned in and slid it onto the crown of your head.

She beamed, bouncing on her toes. "Perfect.”

“Nat.” Your voice was flat. If you could, you'd probably just take it off, but that's the point of Halloween, right? So instead, you just adjusted the headband.

“Yes, kitty?” she teased, smirking like the devil.

You exaggerated a groan, tugging your jacket tighter around yourself. “Can we go inside now? I’m freezing.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep your tail on, kitty.” She hooked her arm through yours and steered you toward the door, heels clicking against the pavement.

Just before you stepped in, she gave you a quick look and hummed. “You look pretty, you know that?"

You blushed and you ducked your head, mumbling, “Shut up.”

“I’m serious!” Nat insisted, bumping her shoulder against yours. “If you weren’t dating Barnes, I’d totally be hitting on you right now.”

You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Oh my god, Natasha.”

She only shrugged, lips quirking as she muttered under her nose. "Just saying the truth…”

You shot her a look, but before you could even react, she pulled you inside and the noise and color of it all hit you like a wave. The bar was already packed, strung with fake cobwebs and glowing pumpkins. Strobe lights pulsed with the music, and there were groups of people in ridiculous costumes—pirates, vampires, superheroes, even someone in a full inflatable dinosaur suit weaving through the crowd with a drink in each hand.

Your friends had already claimed a corner booth. Their laughter carried above the bass as you got closer to their seats.

Sam, dressed as a cowboy complete with a hat he clearly thought was cooler than it was, spotted you first and threw his arms up. “About time! The cat’s here!”

You sighed, hauling at the headband, but Natasha slapped your hand away. “Don’t even think about it," she hissed.

Clint, sitting beside him in a half-assed vampire cape, raised his glass toward you. “Nice ears.”

"Thanks…" you responded with a weak, forced smile in return.

Natasha slid in beside Clint, tugging you down with her so you were sandwiched between her and Sam. He tipped his hat toward you in greeting, smirking. “Look at you. Barnes would lose his damn mind if he saw you in that dress.”

Your chest tightened. Well… If only Sam knew.

"Man, sucks Steve and Buck had to miss this. They’d be getting such a kick out of it.” He went on, shaking his head. “stuck eating protein bars in the middle of nowhere right now while we’ve got cocktails and candy.”

You bit down hard on the inside of your cheek, nodding like it was no big deal. But the mention of Bucky made you feel like the worst person on the planet.

Natasha’s arm brushed yours as she leaned forward to grab the menu, and she glanced at you sideways, eyes narrowing slightly. "You okay?"

"Yeah." You exclaimed way too quickly and forced yourself to sit up straighter, plastering a smile on your face. “So… drinks?” you said brightly, voice just a little too high.

---

Hours later, the bar had thinned out but your table was still loud with another round of drinks and laughter filling the air. You were flushed from alcohol and dancing in your seat, giggling at something Clint said while Sam tried to convince the bartender to give him “just one more.”

Natasha, the only one sober enough to be functioning, leaned over and yanked at your arm. “Alright, party girl, time to wrap it up.”

You pouted instantly, dragging out the words like a stubborn child. “But it’s soooo fuuuunnnnn…"

Nat rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck. “Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re a social butterfly now. Come on.”

You slumped dramatically against her shoulder, still clutching your empty glass. “You’re ruuuining my life, Nat… You literally made me go out! Pleasseeee… Natasha… Nat. Nattie. Pleaseee…Don't be a party pooper…"

“Uh-huh,” she said flatly, slipping the glass from your fingers before you dropped it. She hauled you up to your feet with surprising gentleness. “Consider me your guardian angel tonight. Let’s go before you start karaoke, because I know you, and no one deserves that.”

You gasped, staggering a little in your heels. “I have the voice of an angel.”

Clint snorted into his drink. “An angel of death, maybe.”

Sam nearly fell off his stool laughing.

You stuck your tongue out at both of them before Nat pulled you toward the door, your purse bumping against your side and your cat ears sliding askew on your head.

Outside, the autumn air smacked your cheeks, making you squeal as you stepped onto the sidewalk. Natasha was already busy on her phone, thumbing through Uber to call a ride.

“Okay,” she muttered, squinting at the screen. “Five minutes. White Corolla.”

You nodded—or tried to. In reality, your heels wobbled on the curb and your foot slid at just the wrong angle. “Whoops—”

“Woah!” Nat dropped her phone back into her hand in a split second, grabbing your arm before you went down like a drunk little domino.

You burst into wheezy laughter, clinging to her shoulders like she’d just saved your life. “Oh my god, you’re my hero.”

Nat sighed, but her arm curled around your waist, holding you steady. "This is worse than babysitting a toddler."

You buried your face against her shoulder, laughing so hard you could barely breathe. “Natashaaaa,” you whined, clutching her like you’d never let go. "I think I'm gonna throw up…"

"Nope. Not happening," she shook her head fiercely. "Not on my watch and definitely not on my dress." She tugged you back upright, smoothing your hair like you were five. “But if you keep clinging to me like that, Barnes is gonna have words when he gets back.”

You hiccupped and grinned up at her, still giggling. “He’d thank you, actually. For keeping me alive.”

Nat only snorted and after just few minutes of her holding you, your ride rolled up.

---

There was no way Natasha would leave you alone in that state. Especially after you’d hiccupped dramatically into her shoulder and announced throwing up… and then continuing saying it in the car every time there was a bump on the road. Because if there was one thing Nat refused to be responsible for, it was you choking to death on your own vomit.

Horrible way to go, by the way.

By the time you made it up the elevator and into her apartment, you were a floppy mess. Natasha kicked off her heels, set her purse down neatly, and then gave you a look like you were her latest mission assignment. “Couch. Now.”

You flopped onto it with a groan, throwing your arm over your eyes. “Ughhh, I hate everything. Why did I have to drink this much?…and why is the world spinning...” you said, tilting your head to match the vision in your eyes.

Nat sighed but grabbed a blanket from the armchair, tossing it over you. “You’ll live. Hopefully.” After a moment, she handed you a glass of water and hovered until you took a sip. “Sip, don’t chug.”

You peeked at her from under your arm, cheeks still warm from alcohol. “You’re bossy.” But you took the glass from her anyway.

“I’m keeping you alive.” She smirked, crouching down to smooth your cat ears headband back into place.

"I feel terrible." you buried yourself deeper into the couch, legs now resting on its arm. " I hate drinking…"

"Well, look at the bright side. It always could be Bucky seeing you like this instead of me," she chuckled. "At least you spared yourself some embarrassment."

Bucky.

Fuck. Oh, fuck. You completely forgot about him.

Your heart dropped like a stone, and suddenly you were lurching upright, the blanket falling into your lap. The room tilted for a second, dizzy and uneven, but the sheer panic straightened your spine.

Nat’s brows shot up. “What’s… wrong…?”

You groaned and shoved your face into your hands, fingers pressing against your temples. “Nat, oh my god… I’m the worst girlfriend ever.”

“Doubtful,” she said slowly, but her tone was cautious now. “Why? What did you do?”

You peeked up at her between your fingers, guilt written all over your face. “I left him. In the middle of… something. Like, ghosted him. Phone died. I didn’t answer…"

"Something?" Natasha raised a brow. "What something?"

You hesitated for a moment before giving her an answer and you thought you'd actually die from the embarrassment. "…sexting."

Natasha's mouth parted, then shut again. For a second she just stared at you. Then burst out laughing, throwing her head back as she did so.

You groaned louder, curling up in the blanket. "Don’t laugh! He’s gonna think I hate him or…or that he has done something wrong. Or… or—"

“Oh my god,” Nat wheezed, wiping at her eye. “You are so dramatic, drunk. I'm sure he's fine. He’ll live.”

“No, he won’t!” you insisted, looking at her with wide, glassy eyes. “He’ll stew. And brood. And then he’ll get all grumpy and god. He's all alone there... Wherever the hell he is."

Nat cackled, grabbing your phone from your purse and plugging it into her charger. "He's with Steve. Don't worry. And your phone is charging now. Problem's solved."

"Ugh… that is not problem's solved, Nat. You know that," you pouted, mouth trembling.

She shrugged, trying to hold back laughter. "Then you gotta deal with it."

---

It felt like forever before the little vibration rattled through the coffee table. The screen lighted up with life again. You scrambled for it clumsily, nearly dropping it in your lap before swiping up with shaky fingers.

The notifications hit you like a gut punch. No, wait…actually the punch in the guts would hurt less.

Bucky | 5:55PM Doll, you there?

Bucky | 5:56PM Hello…?

Bucky | 5:57PM Is everything okay?

Bucky | 5:59PM Just say you're okay. Please.

Bucky | 6:01PM I'm worried.

You could feel your heart in your throat. You continued reading as the guilt sat heavy in your chest. And when you thought it couldn't get worse… further messages proved you wrong.

Bucky | 7:01PM Oh.

Just two little letters and somehow they carried every ounce of disappointment you feared.

Bucky | 7:02PM Sam sent me a picture from the bar.

Bucky | 7:02PM Have fun.

Nat peeked over your shoulder, already yawning from the late hour. "Well," she muttered. "At least he still uses punctuation."

You shot her a weak glare, fingers already hovering over the keyboard, even though they were shaking from the mix of alcohol and nerves. You started typing, deleted, typed again, deleted again, repeat. Everything sounded either too dramatic or too casual. Eventually, you let the messy honesty win.

You | 2:13AM i'm sooooo sorry… my phone died, i didn't mean to live you like that.

You | 2:14AM and then natasha came over to take me out on that stupid party…

You bit your lip, watching it send but the guilt still gnawed at you. You added one more message before he could answer.

You | 2:14AM i swear. i wasn't ignoring you. iI miss you so much it hurts.. plflease don't be mad… 🥺

Nat, who was still glancing at your phone, crossed her arms. "Nice touch with the emoji.

"You're so annoying," you murmured, considering if you should text him anything else. But before you could do that, Natasha snatched the phone from your hands.

"Hey! What are you—"

"Here you go…" She smirked with her thumbs working rapidly over the keyboard, and after a quick moment, she handed you the phone back.

You | 2:15AM PS. I'm literally in cat ears rn. Please forgive me.

---

When you finally pried your eyes open you were hit with sunlight. To say the night was a nightmare would be an understatement. You barely slept, tossing from side to side on Nat's couch. You were either thinking about Bucky, checking your phone for the reply or trying not to throw up. Now, your heart pounded like a drum and your mouth felt dry as fuck. Your stomach was still threatening mutiny at the faintest memory of tequila. Oh, and let's not forget the headache. Hangover at its finest.

Thankfully, Natasha's apartment was quiet, except for the faint clink of something in the kitchen. Probably her, being disgustingly functional as always.

You reached blindly for your phone on the coffee table, blinking against the light of the screen.

1:07 PM.

And… no new messages. Nothing.

You scrolled through the thread again, heart twisting at the last thing you’d sent… or rather what Nat had sent.

But there was no response. Not even a read receipt.

Yeah, you deserved this. You’d left him hanging and then showed back up tipsy and ridiculous. Of course he’d gone quiet.

“Alive?” Nat’s voice came from the kitchen, way too cheerful.

"Barely…" you whined, trying to sit up straight on the couch.

“You’ve got water and toast waiting.” She walked in with a plate and a glass, raising a brow as she spotted your face buried in your phone. “Still nothing?”

You shook your head, pouty face back on.

“Don’t overthink yet. He’s on a mission, remember? He’s probably just… busy.” she consoled, patting you on the shoulder.

You looked up at her and she extended the plate to you slowly, as if approaching a wounded kitten. "Anyways, eat. And don't throw up," she ordered with that cruel smile of hers.

---

By the time the sun started fading, you were almost human again. Hydration, carbs, and Natasha’s relentless hovering had worked their magic. The nausea was gone, your headache dulled, and though your heart still ached at Bucky’s silence, you’d managed to shove it aside. There was nothing to do but wait.

Nat finally let you go with a “Text me when you’re home” and a side-eye that said she didn’t quite trust you not to faceplant on the sidewalk. You promised you'll be fine, pinky-swear and all, before leaving and catching the subway back to your apartment.

You walked up the stairs and dug out the keys from your purse then slid one into the lock.

Hold on.

The door nudged open under your touch with a faint click. It hadn’t been locked at all.

You froze, started rethinking.

No. You knew you’d locked it. Natasha had been there, standing impatiently behind you when you’d double-checked it last night before heading out. You always checked. Always.

Shiver raced down your spine. “…what the hell,” you whispered under your breath. You cursed yourself for not having any S.H.I.E.L.D. weapons on you—no knife, no gun, not even the taser Nat always told you to carry in your purse. Typical.

Still, you pushed the door open cautiously, stepping in slowly, every muscle on high alert.

And let's say you did not expect Bucky to be sitting casually on your couch, legs stretched out, one arm draped over the backrest. As if he hadn’t just scared ten years off your life.

But here he was.

“What the fuck, Bucky? Did you break in?”

He tilted his head at you, completely unbothered. “You should change the locks.”

Your lips parted in disbelief before you shook your head, a laugh slipping out despite the adrenaline still buzzing in your chest. “What are you doing here? What about the mission?”

“We finished earlier.” He shrugged, leaning back further like this was all perfectly normal. “Wanted to surprise you but… you had other plans.”

“So you broke into my apartment?” you chuckled, crossing your arms.

He smirked and his eyes flicked up to meet yours, the corners crinkling with mischief. “How does it go…? Trick or treat?”

Oh. So that was his revenge plan. No treat from you last night. So this… this was the trick.

You stared at him, smiling regardless of the urge to scold him for almost giving you a heart attack. “You’re impossible, James Buchanan Barnes.”

He rose from the couch slowly. Oops, this was getting serious…

“No,” he countered, pointing a finger at you in mock accusation. “You are impossible. Do you know how many times I checked my phone last night? I was seconds away from sending Steve to track your location."

You snorted, shaking your head. “Oh my god. You would not have dragged Steve into our sexting fiasco.”

"I almost did! Before Sam sent me a photo of you with Tequila in your hand!" he shot back. "In which you looked very cute by the way."

Your jaw dropped, a laugh escaped your throat. “You’re actually ridiculous."

“And you,” he paused, “owe me. Big time.”

You stepped closer, closing the little space left between you, and slipped your hands around the back of his neck, tilting your head with a sly grin. “Oh, yeah…?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed, smirk widening, his blue eyes flashing like he’d been waiting all damn day for this.

You dragged your fingers through the hair at his nape, pretending to think. “Well… if you say so—”

You didn’t even get to finish the sentence before Bucky’s hands clamped down on your thighs, lifting you like you weighed nothing. A squeal of laughter left your lips as you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, clinging to him.

“Bucky!” you giggled, half-scolding, half-breathless as he carried you down the hall. Straight to the bedroom.

"Don't 'Bucky' me now, doll," he replied, all serious, though the grin on his face was saying something else.

You nuzzled against his jaw, giggling into his skin as he opened the bedroom door with his shoulder.

He tossed you onto the bed without any warning and you bounced against the mattress with a squeak

“James!” you gasped, laughing as you scrambled back against the pillows.

He only smiled, crawling after you like a hunter stalking prey, eyes bright and playful. “What? You think you’re safe up here?”

You tried to scoot away, still laughing like crazy, but he caught your ankle and tugged you right back toward him. His body followed, hovering over you and he leaned down to press kiss after kiss over your jaw.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured between each kiss, his voice low but softened by the smile against your skin.

Your giggles dissolved into something more breathless as you looped your arms around his shoulders, holding him close. “You saw me, like—what—two days ago?” you teased.

“Two days too long,” he countered, pecking the corner of your mouth, then the tip of your nose, then your lips properly, all while your laughter bubbled up again. His mouth trailed lower, peppering soft kisses down your throat, over your collarbone, and along the top of your chest. Each press felt so warm, and God, you missed him so much.

His big hands slid beneath the hem of your shirt and with one easy motion, he tugged the fabric up and over your head, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Bucky leaned back on his knees for a moment, eyes sweeping over you like he was memorizing the sight.

"I could never get enough of you," he whispered before ducking back down, lips dragging over the curve of your bra before he moved even lower. He pressed his mouth to the dip of your stomach, making your back arch slightly.

Meanwhile, his hand had settled at your waist, fingers toying dangerously close to the button of your jeans.

You squirmed beneath him. A giggle slipped out of you, ignoring the heat building low in your belly. “You’re teasing me…”

Bucky glanced up at you. "Don't tell me you don't deserve it."

His thumb finally popped the button open, then slowly dragged the zipper down. His knuckles brushed along your hips as he worked them past your thighs, tugging the denim down until you could kick them off the bed with a huff.

Now left in nothing but your bra and panties, Bucky could lean back down. His lips found your inner thigh and he began kissing them softly, then biting just enough to make you whimper. Eventually, he moved higher, mouth inching closer until finally he pressed a slow kiss right over the damp spot spreading on your underwear.

A heavy breath escaped you, and you wriggled under him, heat flooding your cheeks.

Bucky chuckled low in his throat and the sound vibrated against you. He looked up to meet your gaze, then dragged it back down to savor the sight of your wet underwear. "Someone’s eager.”

Your hand shot down to grab at his hair, tugging lightly as you shot him a look somewhere between embarrassed and defiant. “Maybe I wouldn’t be if someone didn’t take his sweet time.”

His grin widened, metal hand sliding firmly along your thigh to pin you open. “Careful, with that talk. You made me wait, now it's my turn."

His mouth continued to linger against you, lips moving slowly over the thin barrier of your panties. The heat of it contrasted with the cool drag of metal fingers caressing your inner thigh. You moaned when his teeth grazed you with just enough pressure to make your hips buck, but his flesh hand pressed down hard on your hip, keeping you pinned in place.

"Down”, he commanded and you froze in place, letting him do whatever the hell he wanted. “Such a good girl for me…” His thumb moved, tracing along the edge of your panties. "So wet and all I did was tease you a bit. Didn't even touch you properly."

You could barely think straight anymore, so you pulled his hair just enough to make him look up. “Please… please, Bucky…” your voice cracked. “I’m so sorry for leaving you yesterday… Just… Just please, touch me."

He paused, then tilted his head slightly,bringing his ear closer as if he hadn’t heard. “What was that, doll? I didn't hear you."

“I’m sorry, okay?” you blurted, half whining, half laughing at how cruel he was being. “I said I’m sorry, pleaaaase, Bucky, this is torture.” The last word came out through a giggle, your body shaking with the mix of frustration and need.

With a low, satisfied grunt, he hooked his finger under your panties and dragged them to the side, baring you completely.

“Good girl,” he praised and within seconds his mouth was on you.

Your gasp filled the room as his tongue dragged slowly up your slick folds, savoring every drop, before flicking teasingly against your clit. He sucked gently, pulling another sharp whimper from your lips. His stubble scraped deliciously against your soft skin, and you couldn’t help but buck against him, thighs trembling around his head.

“Fuck—Bucky…” you moaned, fingers tangling tighter in his hair.

"Mm… Just like that, sweetheart. Ride my face, baby."

His encouragement alone had your whole body tightening with heat. You whimpered and your hips started rocking instinctively against his mouth. His tongue met every grind, every desperate roll of your hips, sliding through your folds, flicking your clit, sucking you in deep.

Your thighs shook, but his metal arm clamped firmly against one, holding you open and steady while his flesh hand squeezed your ass, urging you to move faster.

“Oh my God!—Bucky…!” you gasped, tilting your head back, your whole body on fire. “Feels so fucking good—”

He groaned into you, and it only pushed you to ride his face harder, chasing the slick rhythm he set with his mouth. Wet sounds filled the room—messy, obscene—and your own moans spilled freely, no control left in you at all.

“Yes! Fuck, fuck! Bucky—fuck, I’m gonna—”

You didn’t even finish the warning before everything inside you snapped. Orgasm consumed your entire body. A broken cry tore from your throat as you ground down hard against his mouth, riding it out while stars exploded behind your eyes.

He didn’t let up, not even for a second. His tongue kept working you through every wave, sucking and lapping up your release like he couldn’t get enough. His metal arm tightened, holding you steady when your legs tried to give out, while his flesh hand stroked your hip, coaxing you through the aftershocks.

When you finally slumped back against the sheets, breathless and trembling, Bucky pulled away. his lips and chin glistened with your slick. He smirked at you, licking his bottom lip like he was savoring the taste.

“Sweetest fucking treat I’ve ever had,” he murmured, voice completely fucking wrecked.

Before you could even catch your breath, his hands were on you again, big palms curling under your thighs and pushing your legs up as he shifted forward. In one smooth motion he slid between them and then reached for his belt.

You gasped as he shoved his pants down, his cock springing free—thick, flushed, and already leaking precum that smeared against your skin as he pressed closer.

Weak as your limbs felt, you weren’t about to just lie there—you fumbled with his shirt, tugging it up and over his head, eager to feel to the heat of his skin. He groaned against your lips as his hands left your thighs only long enough to help you yank the fabric off.

Your mouths collided in a messy, breathless kiss, all teeth and tongue and need. You could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue, and it only made your head spin harder. His hand cupped your jaw roughly, angling you exactly where he wanted, while his hips ground forward, cock hard and heavy against your still sensitive core.

Bucky dragged his length through your slick folds. The blunt head caught on your clit, making you whimper. He moaned at the mess you’d already made, his cock sliding easy, wet noises filling the room.

You gasped into his mouth, the raw friction making your toes curl.

“You like that, hmm?” he murmured, taunting as he pressed harder, rutting against you instead of giving you what you craved.

“Yes!” you cried out, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. “I love that, Bucky.”

He chuckled darkly at that, and then kissed you again. Pulling back just enough to watch your face as he dragged the head of his cock over your clit in another slow motion which made you shudder.

“Yeah, you do,” he muttered, smirk curling. “You’d say anything right now, wouldn’t you? Anything just to feel my cock inside you.”

You nodded on instant, quite pathetically.

“So desperate for me. I fucking love it," he teased, and then, without so much as a warning, Bucky drove his cock into you in one rough thrust.

You cried out and the sudden stretch stole your breath. Your nails digged at his back, your body arched into him. The fullness was dizzying, overwhelming, and you clenched around him so tight it made his jaw snap shut with another groan.

“Fuuuck, doll,” he rasped, forehead pressing against yours, sweat beading at his temple. His hands framed your face, thumbs brushing your cheeks as though you weren’t coming apart around him. “That’s it. That’s my sweet girl. Taking me so perfect.”

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes at the intensity, and he kissed them away, whispering sweet nothings against your skin. Soft contradictions to the brutal way he filled you.

“Missed you so much… needed this… needed you.” His voice cracked on the last word, rough with emotion as he held you tight through the trembling in your body.

"I—I missed you too, Buck…" you whined, clinging to him.

Bucky began to move. Deep rolls of his hips had you gasping every time he bottomed out. His hands never left your face, your jaw, your hair—touching you like he couldn’t get close enough, even though he was buried to the hilt inside you.

“You feel unreal, sweetheart,” he murmured against your mouth, kissing you between groans. “So fucking good—fuck…"

His sincerity made your chest flutter, but then he thrust just right and you squealed, a breathless giggle breaking through your moans.

Bucky froze, pulling back to grin at you, his chest heaving. “Did you just fucking laugh?”

“Y-you’re—oh, my god—” Another laugh tumbled out as his hips surged forward again, pleasure mixing with giddiness. “Fuck, I just love you so much—”

"I love you too," he chuckled with you, his laughter rumbling against your chest as he fucked you deeper. "You make me so happy, you know that?"

"Mhm!"you hummed in response and your giggles melted into moans as he adjusted the angle, hitting spot that made your body shake. And every time you gasped his name, he pushed rougher into you.

“Sweetest sounds in the world,” he whispered, kissing you sloppily. "Gonna cum for me like this, honey?"

“Fuck! Fuck yes! Don’t stop,” you cried out as your hips chased his every thrust.

“That’s it, baby,” Bucky groaned, holding your face close so he could kiss you through every desperate sound. His movements turned frantic, almost relentless. “God, you’re so perfect."

You broke into another giggle between moans, overwhelmed by the intensity and the closeness. “B-Bucky—you’re—oh my god—”

“Yeah?” he smirked, his breath felt hot against your lips, eyes drinking in your bliss. “You love this cock, don’t you? Can’t even talk straight.”

"Yes!— fuck, fuck, fuck! I love you, Bucky! So much!"

Your body arched, your walls fluttering and clenching around him as you came hard on his cock, the pleasure ripping through you so violently you could barely breathe.

“Jesus Christ—baby—” he groaned, the sight and feel of you unraveling sent him over the edge. His hips stuttered, then pressed deep as he spilled inside you with a broken moan.

“Love you—god, I love you so much,” he gasped against your mouth, kissing you messily between every word. “My girl. My everything. So perfect—so fucking perfect.”

Eventually, he eased back, pulling out of you with a wet pop that made you both hiss softly at the loss. He tugged you down with him as he collapsed onto the bed, not letting you go for a second and you ended up sprawled on his chest. Your legs tangled with his. You could hear his heart thumped wild and steady under your ear, every beat grounding you as your body melted into his warmth.

“I’m really sorry for yesterday,” you murmured, voice small, your cheek pressed to the curve of his collarbone.

Bucky’s metal hand smoothed up your back in lazy strokes, the other cradling your waist like he’d never let go again. He pressed a kiss into the crown of your head.

“Doesn’t matter, doll,” he whispered against your hair. “I love you anyways. Always.”

sophie's note: ahh, okay I gotta say... I am very proud of this silly little fic, so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it! <3 it has much more plot than smut, but i wanted to start my kinktober lightly, considering the rest of it is rather filth only. thanks to the BWA for organizing another collab and giving me the opportunity to create this!

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