I'm Going Insane. I'm Going Feral. WHEN WILL THIS HAPPEN TO ME

I'm going insane. I'm going feral. WHEN WILL THIS HAPPEN TO ME

  toxic & jealous

synopsis: bucky is fed up with you going on shitty dates so he finally does something about it.

pairing: bucky barnes (roommate) x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: 18+ ONLY. jealous bucky, shitty date, possessive bucky—he’s actually kind of a red flag but it’s fine, teasing, dirty talk, bucky is beefy and tall af, so much sexual tension, lots of kissing, oral (receiving), fingering, protected sex, praise kink, heavy size kink, pet-names, idk if i missed anything

notes: felt kinda slutty and this happened

“Where are you going?” Bucky asks, folding his arms over his chest.

His brows are furrowed tightly, a look of concern and confusion coating his face as he watches you apply your lipgloss in the mirror. The bathroom you both share isn’t nearly large enough to accommodate you both, so Bucky has no choice but to lean against the doorframe.

“A date,” you shrug casually, puckering your lip before dipping the wand back for another coat.

Your eyes meet Bucky’s through the mirror briefly as you try to focus on your makeup and not the hole he’s boring into the back of your head.

“With who?” The line of questioning doesn’t stop as you groan, closing the tube of gloss and chucking it into your small purse.

“Just a guy I met.” You’re keeping things as nondescript as possible because you know Bucky.

Your last date didn’t exactly go smoothly, but that wasn’t because of any you did. No, in fact, it was entirely Bucky’s fault and you continue to remind him of the fact.

Things were going great until you invited your last date back to your place, opening the door only to be greeted by a brooding Bucky who looked like he had murder on his mind.

And truthfully, who wouldn’t be afraid of a nearly 6’6 man built like a Greek God glaring at you like you’re his best victim. Safe to say your date didn’t stick around as soon as Bucky opened his mouth and explained all of the ways he could hurt your date if he fucked up in any way.

“Where are you going?” Bucky asked and you rolled your eyes as you scoffed.

“Bucky.” You tried to warn, “we’re just going to grab some dinner, okay?”

Nothing you said seemed to calm Bucky down, his jaw clenching before he forced himself to relax. He stepped out of the doorframe so you could exit, grabbing your heels before grabbing onto Bucky’s thick arm for balance as you put them on.

“I just don’t understand why you go on these dates, it’s not like these guys are good enough for you.” Bucky grumbles under his breath as he wraps his arm around your waist to offer more support as you slide the second heel on.

You chuckle, shaking your head, “maybe that’s because you scare off anyone who tries.”

Bucky just shrugs as if there’s nothing wrong with his behaviour. Despite being your roommate, he acts more like a protective father to you. No one is ever good enough for you, that he’s made clear.

“I’ll be back soon, don’t wait up for me.” You say, giving him a wild smile as his eyes blow wide.

You don’t linger, running out the door and closing it shut as you hear Bucky swearing on the other side—some of it not even English as you laugh to yourself before stepping into the elevator.

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What a total fucking bust of a date.

Bucky was going to love this at least. He won’t be a huge grump and maybe you’ll be able to talk him out of hunting this guy down. Although, you probably wouldn’t try so hard considering he was an absolute asshole.

The second you’re through your front door, the heels come off and you let out a groan of relief before chucking your keys and bag onto the small table by the entrance.

“So, was I right?” Bucky emerges from his bedroom wearing nothing but a loose, low hanging pair of sweatpants.

It takes you a moment to tear your eyes away from his broad chest, but you manage.

“Yes, fine. You’re right, no one is good enough for me.” You sigh, grabbing a glass of water before leaning against the counter.

Bucky mimics your position, folding his muscled arms over his chest. His prosthetic gleams lightly under the soft light of the city, but little else is illuminated in the apartment.

You let out another defeated sigh, “maybe there’s something wrong with me. I don’t know.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow at your words again as he takes a few steps towards you as you watch him, placing your glass on the counter behind you.

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard come out of your mouth. And I’ve heard a lot of dumb shit come from those lips.” Bucky smirks, his words oddly putting you at ease.

“Yeah? Well then why can’t I ever get a man to stay?” You retort back, feeling that awful pit in your stomach you always get when you think about your love life.

Bucky moves closer and you think he’s going to stop when he’s right in front of you, but he doesn’t. Instead, he’s nearly pressed up against you as he cages you in with both of his hands on either side of you.

Your breath catches in your throat slightly at the proximity and the way Bucky’s scent washes over you. It’s so deep and rich you want it to stain your bedsheets, but he can’t even know that.

“Do you really want to know why, sweetheart?” He asks and you notice the way his voice has dropped an octave or two.

You swallow thickly, inhaling a shaky breath as you nod your head as your response. You know that your words would fail you right now, especially with the dark, hungry look in Bucky’s eyes.

He looks away for a second, taking a deep breath before his eyes are locked on yours. His tongue runs across his bottom lip and you think your heart might fail you at any moment.

“Because I’m a selfish bastard,” he says. “I drive every man away because I’m a selfish, jealous, arrogant asshole who can’t stand the thought of another man’s hands on your body.”

His confession sends a jolt through your body. The rawness of his words mixed with the raspiness of his voice as he’s just mere inches away is enough for you to feel lightheaded.

“It’s because I want to be the one who makes you laugh. Who’s there for you, who knows you better than anyone else, and who makes you come so fucking hard I ruin men completely for you. That all you’ll want is me.”

You gasp at his boldness, mouth forming a soft ‘oh’ shape. You’ve crossed some sort of boundary and you know there’s no going back now. You’ve fucked up this relationship.

Might as well ruin it some more.

“What else do you want to do to me?” Your question comes out meek and small, voice shaking, but Bucky smirks at your words.

He cocks his head to the side, nearly perfect teeth on display before he’s leaning into you so he can whisper into your ear.

“I’d rather show you, baby. I’m better with my hands than I am with my words.” He purrs, lips brushing your earlobe and his breath is hot against the skin of your neck.

You nearly whimper, knees almost buckling as you mutter a silent fuck under your breath without even realizing it.

“Would you like that, baby?” He asks, almost mockingly with a small pout as his eyes lock with yours again.

“Would you like me to show you all the ways I dream of touching you? About the things I think about when my hand is wrapped around my cock late at night?”

The heat between your legs is beyond extinguishable now unless Bucky gets his hands on you.

“Yes.” That three letter word is all Bucky needed to hear before his lips are on yours.

The kiss is hot and desperate, his hands trying to feel and touch every inch of you as you do the same to him. Sinking your crescent shaped nails into the freckled skin of his shoulder as you lose your breath over this man.

He’s pulling you off the counter, large hands splayed on your waist and hips as you both messily stumble through the dark apartment until you’re standing at the threshold of his door.

Bucky makes it look so small, but he looks like a wild animal with his dark eyes and heaving chest as he looks down on you like you’re his next meal.

“I want you on my bed so all you can smell is me while I’m buried deep inside of you,” he says, chest rumbling as he pulls you into the room.

There’s no need to close the door, but he does anyway. Shutting it with his foot while he hungrily kisses you again. And he’s all you can think about, your heart beating to the tune of his name.

It’s not romantic, there’s no candles or mood lighting. Bucky’s bed isn’t done and there’s a pair of boxers strewn on the floor you both manoeuvre around. Still, you wouldn’t change a thing as Bucky rips your clothing off one by one until they join his.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs, dropping to his knees so he can wrap his lips around your nipples.

You moan when he sinks his teeth into them, grabbing his hair to keep him anchored to you.

“No man deserves you, but I’m going to do my best to prove my worth to you.” He says against your hot skin as he presses a hot trail of kisses down your stomach until he meets the line of your panties.

He looks up at you one last time, as if asking for permission before his hand in pushing you back onto the bed. His fingers hook into your panties, dragging them down before throwing them over his back.

Bucky’s hands spread your legs further as he leans in and your mind is dizzy and fuzzy when his hot breath fans over your core.

“Just relax, let me make you feel good, baby.” Bucky purrs in a cocky, confident tone as you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

His kisses are warm against your inner thighs and you’re squirming until Bucky delivers a soft bite that has you gasping and looking at him.

“If you can’t stay still I’ll have to tie you up, sweetheart.” He winks, nose nuzzling the top of your mound and you’re about to start begging.

Bucky delivers a long lick and you lock your legs tighter around his head. He takes his time, carefully mapping you out in his head and taking note of what makes your toes curl.

“Fuck,” you curse, grabbing onto his hair as he teases your entrance with a thick, cool finger.

He adds one, then another, and then he curls them and you swear you’re about to meet your maker because no one has ever figured you out this quickly. If ever.

“You’re so sweet, Christ, baby.” Bucky groans, “I’m already fucked addicted.”

You moan, feeling your orgasm quickly approaching as his continues his motions with his fingers and mouth in tandem together before you’re falling apart.

It hits you out of nowhere, back arching off the bed as Bucky keeps you anchored with a thick arm over your waist.

“Oh my God.” You pant, unable to get any other coherent thought out.

Bucky smirks, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he crawls over you until his lips are back on yours. He moans when you wrap your hand around his clothed cock, grinding it against you before he has to stop you.

“You keep doing that and I’ll come in my pants, baby girl.” He groans, almost in pain as he squeezes his eyes shut tightly.

You’re breathing just as hard as him, if not harder, as you watch this giant, huge, man coming apart all because of you.

“Bucky,” you say his name in a questioning tone.

He looks down at you, meeting your eyes and you know just how much he’s holding back. You know he wants to rip into you…and you want it too.

“Fuck me.” You whisper, barely audible as Bucky’s eyes flutter closed and he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“You’re going to kill me, baby.” His words are muffled, “I never thought I’d hear those words from you.”

Bucky makes quick work of his pants, not wanting to waste any time before your eyes widen and you can’t tear them away from his cock.

“I-I, uh, Bucky I don’t think you’re going to fit.” You stutter, still in a trance.

He cocks his head, licking his lips as he grabs a condom from the bedside table. Your body moves for you, inching up the bed and getting comfortable against the pillows because you need to know how Bucky Barnes fucks.

“It’ll fit, sweetheart. We’ll make it fit.” He cooes as he finishes rolling on the condom and settling over you again.

You don’t doubt him either, watching him spurt lube over his length as he gently nudged your your legs apart.

“You look so good like this; spread out underneath me.” Bucky purrs, his nose tracing along your jawline as you feel him line up with your entrance.

You wrap your arms around his neck, beckoning him closer to you as he pushes in slowly.

“Shit,” Bucky groans as you gasp out a moan.

You’re both entirely consumed by each other as Bucky slowly pushes in, stretching you out inch by inch.

“You’re doing so good for me, baby.” Bucky whispers, kisses being peppered to your neck.

It’s not painful, but the stretch can definitely be felt as his hips rock against yours. When he’s fully seated, you can feel his hand cup your face as you manage to open your eyes.

“Feel that, baby? That’s it, so fucking deep inside of you.” You whine at his words, trying to lift your hips up and create some sort of friction.

Bucky takes mercy on you, circling his hips before pulling out and thrusting into you. It shakes the bed, the headboard rocking against the wall as the bed springs creak under your combined weight.

Nothing in this world is more important than this very moment and you hope it never ends.

You feel Bucky’s hand run down your sides before he’s placing it on your lower stomach. You’re confused at first, but when he adds pressure, it’s a whole new type of pleasure.

“That’s how deep I am, fuck, baby. And you’re taking all of me like the good girl you are.” Bucky praises as he continues to rock his hips against you.

You know he can feel you tighten around him, because he just slightly changes his angle until you’re crying out for him.

“I know, I know, sweetheart. Don’t hold back for me and come for me.”

Your legs tighten around his toned waist, holding him close to you as the coil snaps and pleasure fills you. You’re acutely aware of the way Bucky’s hips stutter before he stills completely inside of you, panting against your neck.

“Get comfortable, sweetheart.” Bucky smirks, a light sheen of sweat on his face, “because we’ve still got all night ahead of us.”