Deserve
Deserve
Summary: Marc never stays with you after he fucks you. You are better left in the hands of Steven. This time, he doesn't leave you.
Pairing: Marc Spector x Reader (implied Steven Grant x Reader)
Word Count: ~4k
Warnings: smut, some references to rough sex, angst (with a happy ending) - don't let me fool you this is just touch starved marc struggling with being loved
A/N: im fine im just really out here with nothing else to do but think about moon knight
Marc was an intense person.
He was like the patter of rain against the roof, against an open window pane. He was like the shock and flash of lightning during a storm.
The grim set of his mouth and shoulders, the unending weight of the world that made his brows dip into that hard line. Marc felt more than he let on, was affected by things people said and did, let the blows rain like ash against his skin and said nothing.
You had learned long ago that Marc did not welcome comfort, that he felt it was something he did not deserve to receive. Soft, shaded mornings were for his alter. Everything squishy and warm, hazed in the breathy glow of a sunrise, was for you and Steven, not him.
Maybe it wasn’t that Marc didn’t welcome comfort.
He craved it, wanted it, longed for it.
And he should not long for it, want it, crave it.
He’d told you as much, over and over, the weight of your gentle hands against his skin like burning embers.
He wanted it. He so badly wanted to sink into that flame, but he was worried it would burn him alive, melt him down into something unrecognizable.
It was only when something went particularly badly that he allowed some comfort.
He loves you, this you know.
You see it in the heaviness of his stare, in the intensity of his worry, in the way he hugged you, held your hand, worried after you like you had not survived for years on your own.
But if you ever dared to hold his hand, hug him, drag your fingers down the length of his spine, it was too much for him. These were things he could offer you, but that you should not give him in return. These were not things he deserved, these were things better reserved to his alter, who was deserving of everything he was not.
Marc is intense.
He’s hard and wild and something close to broken some days, when reality drifts in and out of focus, when the world is best left in the hands of Steven.
There’s always a beating heart of anxiety behind everything he does, that this time he will not be enough, that this time he will not be fast enough, that this time the universe would get the last laugh again.
So when Marc fucks you, he is intense, he is like the weight of the all consuming world poured out. Salt water in wounds.
You don’t mind.
The times he’s gentle with you, you get the sense that he’s mourning, like the act is grief, something lost that he’s stealing back from the gods. Something that is temporary and definitely not for him.
This night, he had come to you like the storm he bred inside him, the hatred of self and fear of a future he could not control, of a tentative reality of things only he could see.
Marc was rough with you.
His fingers in your mouth, his hand hard against your cunt, against your ass. He had buried himself inside you, set a punishing pace. When his mouth was on yours, his kiss had been more like an effort to consume you. When his hand wrapped around your throat, his eyes had snapped to the mirror, and you had known Steven had been cautioning him, that you were in fact breakable, no matter what you said, that he should be careful of you.
But you’d covered his hand with your own and tightened his fingers, eyes fluttering closed as you lost yourself in whatever bit of himself he would give you.
~
A last stuttering breath passes your lips, eyes screwed closed, pleasure lighting up the insides of your veins, molten, like a river of fire that never ends.
You clutch the sheets beneath your fingers and turn your face into a pillow as the last waves of your orgasam shutter through you. You bite off the moan that bubbles to the back of your throat when you feel Marc shift inside you, so full it's almost painful.
Your thighs tremble, the insistent pressure of Marc’s hand against the back of your neck keeping you in place. His other hand kneads the flesh of your hip, and you know a bruise has already formed there.
Marc pulls back, and thrusts into you one last time, a pleasant satisfied ache beginning between your legs.
The firm fingers at your waist finally let you drop your hips to the mattress.
You feel weightless and warm, content, like you’re floating through a cloud. Marc presses a kiss to the space between your shoulder blades, before the heavy bulk of his body surrounds yours.
Disappointment darts through you in a brief little flash, because this is Marc’s parting gift to you always.
The kiss between your shoulders, the all consuming fire of the warmth of him against you, before he hands the reigns to Steven.
Marc never stays with you, after. The kiss against your spine is all you get from him. Whether because he can’t be bothered with taking care of you or because he feels he doesn’t deserve to, you aren’t sure.
Steven is always there though, to kiss you back to life, to smile at you, make love to you so slowly and sweetly it was like a dream you never wanted to wake up from.
His fingers slide up your arms, massaging as he goes, until he reaches your clenched hands, gently uncurling them from the fabric of the sheets until he can twist his fingers with yours.
You feel him squeeze carefully, his nose dipping to the crook of your neck.
A stillness falls over you both, silence, peace, creating a warm little bubble.
You don’t mind his weight against you, it settles the frantic beating of your heart, drenches you in warmth.
Normally, Steven would say something to you when he fronted, a kiss against your cheek and a softly spoken hello, love.
Today, he’s silent, arms tight and grounding around you.
But it's Steven, you know it must be.
Because Marc never stays.
You turn your head, nuzzling your nose against his arm, feeling his damp skin against your cheek. You want to open your eyes, reach up and touch the little black curl of hair you know must be stuck to his forehead at that moment.
You’re content to stay like that with him, content to feel the gentle drift of his nose along the curve of your jaw. So you keep your eyes closed and let your mushy, sex-addled brain drift, as lips press along your jaw, behind the curve of your ear.
And you’re happy to stay in the gentle warmth being offered to you, the glow of being loved so well.
But then, he does something inexplicable.
Steven pulls away from you.
He gets up.
And he leaves.
An empty feeling that you don’t like crawls up from the pit of your belly. A feeling that’s suspiciously like abandonment, that you know is not grounded in reality.
Steven never left the bed, not without saying something to you first, not before checking in with you to ask what you needed or wanted. Especially not when Marc had been so rough with you.
It was a routine that was being broken, a sacred step you didn’t know needed spoken out loud.
You swallow thickly, peeling your eyes open.
You don’t like the dirty, used feeling that’s overwhelming you, like you did not matter.
Pushing yourself up is a monumental task, the ache of your bones like the grinding of cinder blocks against your flesh. You glance over your shoulder at the door.
Then there’s a clatter from the bathroom and the door swings open, Steven emerging in only a pair of briefs. He still doesn’t say anything as he approaches and encourages you with gentle hands to roll over, the brief warmth of a washcloth between your legs.
Which is odd.
Because Steven would normally lie with you and talk with you, until you were coherent again, until you were secure enough for him to move away without feeling the sting of abandonment.
Steven also talked almost non-stop to you, never without something to say.
Normally, you would throw on a shirt and play cards in bed, watch something on your laptop. Sometimes, Steven would just hold you and talk. Sometimes, he would make love to you again.
But none of that happened until you were ready.
Steven still doesn’t speak to you as he climbs back into bed, handing you Marc’s discarded shirt, which he gingerly helps you sit up and slip on.
Steven’s head twitches toward the mirror, and you watch him watch his reflection for a moment. You frown, wondering what Marc could be saying to him. Marc, who always and without fail disappeared and walled himself off from both of you.
And then it dawns on you.
In your post-orgasm haze, and without the sound of his voice, you hadn’t noticed the signs that this was very clearly Marc still fronting, not Steven.
Marc never stayed with you, never.
Your throat is tight when he doesn’t say anything, his head is still swiveled toward the mirror, brows drawing tighter together with each passing minute.
“Hey,” you clear your throat, “c’mere.”
You snuggle down and hold out your arms.
You half expect him to huff out an exasperated breath and lay back but avoid your touch.
But he doesn’t.
He curls into your arms, nudging his nose into the hollow at the base of your throat. He cradles you close, inhaling gently.
But to your utter surprise, he lets you smooth your hands over his shoulders, through his unruly curls. The motion of it soothes you, comforts you.
You glance toward the mirror and wish that you could see Steven there too, so you could ask what was going on in Marc’s head, why he was pretending to be Steven.
“You okay?” You say as he lets you run a hand down his face, over the ridge of scar above his brow.
It takes Marc a long time to respond, buried in your skin as he is, breathing you in, tracing rough hands along your hips and over your thighs, massaging where he knows you must be sore.
You kiss the top of his head, blearily giving him all the love he was usually too prickly to receive.
He nods against you, so you slip hands down his back, over his hair. You aren’t sure why he’s pretending, but you find you don’t mind. It’s the kind of love you always want to shower Marc with but that he rarely allows.
You want to ask him why, why he didn’t let Steven front. But you worry he might think you’re asking to see Steven, that you don’t want him there with you.
Emotionally, Marc was a fortress, impenetrable and soldily quiet. Things simmered down in his gut, pushed away and down down down, until they overwhelmed him, until they burst to the surface in a violent torrent.
Most often, it was when someone he loved was in danger, when the past became something he could no longer stare down, when the things he avoided were impossible to ignore.
And you’re terribly afraid that if you say anything now, he’ll clam up, shut down, pull away from you, leave the flat and take your heart with him.
Gently, you slide down, until you’re eyelevel with him, one hand against his neck, thumb tracing the line of his jaw carefully.
You feel Marc’s hands go to the small of your back, big hands gingerly tugging you closer, until your nose is touching his, until you share the same air.
And you can hardly believe that the man who had smacked your pussy, held you down and fucked you until you felt like you couldn’t breathe, whispered filthy things in your ear that you can hardly remember, that your brain fuzzes out when you think about too much - is now holding you so gently you may as well be made of delicate glass, is now allowing you to stroke your hands through his hair, pet his broad shoulders. His eyes are closed, trust you didn’t think Marc possessed pouring over you in waves.
You know why.
You know why he’s doing this.
Marc would rather accept love in the guise of his alter than ever believe he was worthy of it himself.
You think about the hatred that lives inside Marc, about the self-hatred that loomed always at the back of his mind. The hatred that ran so deep, that he felt so potently, that even his alter had thought the worst of him at first.
Killer, mercenary, cold-blooded.
Things that Marc accepted into the folds of who he was without question.
Marc never let you hold him like this, and so you do so for as long as you can bear, tilting your chin into his so you can kiss him softly, feeling the slow drift of his hands down your sides to the curve of your ass, over the bruised skin of your hips and thighs. He hooks his fingers behind your knee and tugs your leg over his hip.
You finger a curl at the back of his neck, the glow of brown skin molten in the low light of the flat.
You swallow and hope that you don’t drive him away, but you can’t stand it any longer - his thinking that this is softness you would only grace Steven with.
“Marc,” you whisper. “I know it's you.”
Even the way they hold you is different. Of course, you can always tell. You did not need their voices to tell you who was fronting.
Marc’s eyes flash open and you’re surprised to see fear there.
You hold fast to him, though he doesn’t try to pull away. You raise a questioning brow and resume your gentle ministrations, trying to show him without words that you did not treat him carefully because you thought he was Steven.
“How’d you know?”
You shake your head and press your thumb against the center of his chin, “I can always tell. It’s not something you can really hide.”
He tries to tug his face away from your hand but you don’t let him, stubbornly making him look into your eyes.
“Baby,” you say, “You know that you are just as deserving-,”
“Don’t,” he says sharply. “Don’t do that.”
“But you are, Marc. I always want to do this but you always leave me,” you stoke a hand through his hair. “I know Steven has talked to you about it, too. Told you that you don’t have to go.”
Marc is stiff against you and you consider for a moment letting him go.
But you don’t.
You hold on, and murmur, “It’s okay to want this. It’s okay.” You keep feathering your hand through his hair, your touch as gentle as you can make it. “I love you, you know.” You touch the gold chain around his neck and finally glance away from his eyes, staring at the hollow of his throat instead as you say, “You don’t always have to have your walls up. I’m not - I won’t -,” you stop and consider your next words. “I love you exactly as you are.”
There’s a long moment of silence after that, one in which your heart beats painfully fast and you wait for Marc to push you away.
But it doesn’t come, his body slowly relaxes against yours again, your fingers continuing their careful press against his skin.
His head tips toward the mirror on the wall, and he nods after a few long minutes, carefully plucking up one of your hands, to kiss each of your fingers, the flat of your palm, and then to curl them closed again, hold your hand against his chest.
You can feel the steady thrum of his heart, and Marc doesn’t look at you when he says. “I want it too.”
You wait a moment but he doesn’t say more.
“I’m happy to give it to you, Marc.”
“You - you give too much as it is.” He pauses for a long moment, before pushing you onto your back, hovering over you, his eyes darting over your face.
And you’re amazed, wondering, at the love struck expression he wears, like you were the pinnacle of a universe that barely made sense, that was barely held together.
“Steven deserves this,” he nods down at you. “He’s never-,”
You hear the unspoken words - that is why Steven was born after all, to be all the things Marc thought he wasn’t, to shield himself.
“Stop it. Marc, you are not your past. You are not bad. You carry around the weight of the world and these sins you think are yours alone. They aren’t.” You tip your head up to nudge your nose against his, Marc’s hands pinning both of yours to the space beside your shoulders.
Marc is looking at you in that intense way of his, brows furrowed, mouth tilted in that overly-serious line.
“And what if I don’t think I deserve it, huh? To get you like this?”
“Don’t listen to you, then. Listen to me.” You hitch your knees up to frame his hips, holding him against you, levering pressure into the backs of his thighs until he drops down fully against you. “You deserve it. More than most.”
You know everything he’s ever done is flashing through his mind. His brother’s death and his mother’s wrath. His time as a mercenary, his time in the military. The way he thinks he breaks and folds and isn’t strong enough, never strong enough, not enough. The mistake of Khonshu. The way he thinks he failed Layla and Steven, and that he will do it all over again.
“Hey,” you nudge his jaw again. “Quit that.”
Marc nods slowly, intense stare pinning you down. “I deserve it.” He says it like he expects you to disagree with him, to laugh.
“Yes,” you breathe. “I’ll remind you of that.” He releases your wrists, burying his nose in your neck, the breath he sucks in is shaky and wild, the drum beat of a storm he stored inside the stoic stone that surrounded his heart.
You cup a hand against the back of his neck, your other hand sliding down his side, tracing the violent scars that dot his ribs. Carefully, you slide his boxers down his thighs. Your touch is soft against him, your body already welcoming to him, and he slides into you with a quiet groan.
It’s not like making love with Steven, who was sillier and goofier than Marc would ever be.
It’s different to how Marc normally fucks you, when the mood strikes him to give it to you slow.
This time, it's sweet, it's like the smoky burn of incense, like the homecoming he’d been waiting for for years. Marc kisses you softly, groans into your mouth when he was normally quiet aside to talk to you, demand things from you.
You tighten your legs around him, encourage him to move slower, push deeper.
“Fuck,” he whispers against the delicate skin of your neck.
Sweat beads on his forehead, the glow of him against you like the sun. When you push the curls back from his forehead to look into his eyes, you catch something vulnerable in your heart, like the knife of everything Marc was storming into you.
“Fuck,” he murmurs again.
He ducks his head to kiss a path along your throat, where earlier his palm had circled the flesh.
You drag your nails along his back, rub a hand through his hair, rock the cradle of your hips along with his.
Marc reaches for one of your hands, kisses your fingers before guiding your hand to your cunt, “Sorry baby, I’m not gonna last. Need you to touch yourself for me.”
You’re only a little bit shocked, but you tip his chin up to kiss him. Marc normally had a stamina that could win awards.
Not now, it seemed. Not when you had given him permission to be slow and gentle and soft.
Your breath is squeezed from your lungs, the heavy drag of him inside you almost enough to make you come.
Marc doesn’t let you breathe, his mouth an insistent press against yours until you pull away with a gasp and you hear the sound of a quiet laugh against your throat, teeth digging into your jaw.
You come unexpectedly, hips jerking up to meet him as Marc gives a harder thrust, looping an arm beneath one of your knees to open you up more, to slide that much deeper.
The spot he hits within you makes your toes curl, makes it hard to catch a breath.
“I can destroy you like this too, huh?” Marc asks, grinding against you, hips swirling as you groan from the breathless pleasure darting up your spine.
“Don’t ruin this, Spector,” you huff, nipping at his jaw, only laughing a little.
“Keep touching yourself. I didn’t say to stop,” he answers.
Your eyes roll back when his tongue curls against the hollow of your throat. “I want you to come again,” his voice is a husky rasp in your ear.
You’re still wearing Marc’s shirt, but when he releases your leg to palm your breasts through the fabric, you regret ever letting him partially dress you.
“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, “You’re so tense. Come for me again, hm? Come for me.” When he pinches your nipple and rolls it between his fingers, you do. White hot pleasure courses up your spine, makes your mind go blank. “Fuck, are you coming?”
“Yes,” you moan, “I’m coming for you.”
“For me,” he repeats. “For me.”
“Marc,” you whisper, pleasure making your vision go fuzzy, your exhausted body trembling. “Marc, I love you.”
His hand goes to your ass, angles your hips, before he thrusts so deep you see stars and he spills inside you.
You make sure to wrap your arms around his head, tightening your grip until he wiggles. “Can’t breathe, baby.” But you don’t want him to go anywhere, you don’t want the idea to even occur to him.
You loosen your grip but say, “Don’t leave.”
Marc’s jaw tightens, “Sorry about that.”
“S’ok. Just don’t go.”
“Not going anywhere tonight, honey.”
You nod, nuzzling your nose against his cheek when Marc takes your hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing your fingers and wrist, your forearm, the crease of your elbow.
“Stop that,” you grouse, a giggle at the tip of your tongue.
“I’m obsessed with you. I can’t.”
You do laugh then, and he rolls you onto your side. He slips free from you and you feel the emptiness immediately, but then Marc is kissing you again, insistent and demanding, and it's forgotten. His fingers dance up the column of your spine, tracing the delicate vertebrae of bone with soft fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” he whispers. It's so rare to see him without that stoic facade, the burned in self-hatred, that your heart gives a painful thump.
You kiss his sweaty brow and think to remind him of something. “You’re so good, Marc. You deserve good things. You deserve kindness.”
He doesn’t answer and you know he’s fighting down that automatic response, so ingrained into him it was almost a part of his DNA.
“I deserve it,” he murmurs eventually and you figure it's as close as you’ll get to agreement.
Marc lets you hold him, and he doesn’t try to move once.
More Posts from Tsnelf7 and Others
Me checking on one of my beloved ao3 fics that hasn't been updated since 2017
Happiness and Hair Ties (Drabble)
Pairing: Wakanda Bucky x reader
Warnings: fluff, goats
Summary: just straight fluffy goodness
THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 200 FOLLOWERS!!!! If you want any fic written please comment it and I will write it!
Bucky blew his hair out of his face for the 100th time. He was out trying to take care of the goats. Steve the goat was head butting his leg of course, that goat was always trying to start fights, hence Bucky naming him Steve. You were watching out the window of the hut you shared, laughing softly as your boyfriend struggled.
“Jamie, come ‘ere baby, let me help ya,” he waltzed over to where you had walked outside. “Help with what doll?” You pulled a hair tie off your wrist. “Turn around Jamie, it’ll keep your hair outta your face while ya take care of the goats.” He turned around and let you put up his hair. You decided on a bun, one, because you thought it would do the job, and two, because you knew it would be hella hot, and you were right, it was.
“Thanks doll, wanna read in the grass once I’m done?” You smiled at him, “sounds perfect, and I’ll make us a snack so we can have a picnic sorta thing.” Bucky put his one arm around you and gave your forehead a kiss, then headed out to the field to finish with the goats.
You went back inside and made a few types of sandwiches and cut them into pieces. You grabbed the books you and Bucky were currently reading and you headed out to the field. Bucky had just finished and picked a spot for you two. “Doll! Over here!” Your face lit up, “Jamie! I comin’!” You skipped over there and plopped down “heya baby,” you passed him his book and nuzzled into his neck. “I made sandwiches,” you informed him, showing off the sandwiches. He thanked you and took a piece.
After a little while a few of the goats got interested with you guys. You nudged Bucky, “Jamie look,” you pointed over to Diana the goat who was trying to ‘sneakily’ walk over to you. Bucky laughed, “I guess they want some pets, huh?” He called over the goats but only Steve and Diana came over, the rest continued eating the grass. Diana sat down in your lap, you scratched her head and continued reading. Steve on the other hand kept head butting Bucky’s hand that kept trying to pet him. Eventually he settled down though and took a nap. Once Steve fell asleep, Bucky did the same. You looked over and saw him asleep, it was then you really took in the situation.
You and Bucky, both of you torn apart by the war, tortured by Hydra, forced into doing things against your will. Somehow escaping, and meeting each other again. Everything you both had been through, always fighting in some battle, even before WW2 when you guys were saving Steve, and fighting for your rights as a woman, defying the gender norms.
But now, you both, sitting in peace, finally free, no battles, no one to tell you what to do, just you two, and the goats, together.
AN: alright, I think this might be one of my favorite fics I’ve written, so I am definitely going to do more fluffy, Wakandan Bucky fics, with the goats of course
I’ve been thinking a lot about mafia Bucky and tattoos. About how sometimes he asks the reader to help design new ink and cuddles with her while it’s tattooed on, or teaches her how to use a tattoo gun so she can very carefully write her name and “I love you” over his chest
I love the idea of sitting with Bucky while he gets tattooed.
He has his artist come to the house so he can have it done in private. Bucky converted one of the rooms on the first floor to resemble an actual tattoo studio. It has everything including new machines, a few chairs, and Steve's hand-drawn artwork gracing the walls. In fact, many of his men will come by to get tatted after becoming made men or celebrate a big event by getting inked.
Tonight it's you, Bucky, and Natasha in the expansive room. You spent the past two hours laying on the sofa with Bucky between your thighs, his head on your belly while Natasha adds the final touches to the new phoenix tattoo on his shoulder. The stunning design coming to life before your eyes while you card your fingers through Bucky's hair. The bird's burnt oranges and deep reds striking in the sea of grey and black tattoos covering his back.
It's always peaceful during these times. Bucky isn't normally much of a talker, it's considered a bad habit in his line of work. However, he does like to talk to you. You know all his secrets. And something about the soothing pain that goes along with getting inked makes him talk even more than he normally does when he's around you.
Which is why Nat is wearing soundproof headphones, she rolled her amused green eyes the first time he tossed them at her, giving you a blithe smile as she glanced at the rosegold custom-made headphones. "You're lucky I like you."
"I know-"
She cut him off with a wave of her hand. "Not you," she scoffs. "I was talking to her."
She's been secretly teaching you how to tattoo. Bucky mentioned wanting to get your nickname on his chest a while ago and she's been putting it off, taking her time on the other designs until you're ready.
Nat lifts the needle off his skin, carefully wiping him off before standing up. "Alright we have time for one more." she sighs, the mischievous wink she sends over his head belying her seemingly bored tone.
Bucky rubs his cheek on your belly, placing a kiss on your skin. Pushing himself up on his elbows, he smiles at you. "You doing okay? Need a break? Something to drink?"
Only your man will spend hours getting a needle dragged across his skin and ask if you're the one who needs a break. "I'm fine," you reply.
Bucky sits up, glancing at his shoulder in the mirror across from you. "You sure?" He asks, tracing one of the wings with his finger.
"She is." Nat sasses, "Let's go, I'm not missing housewives because of you two, and take your hands off my art."
Bucky sits back on the sofa, sneering at the redhead. Just as he's about to fire off a snarky retort, you swing your leg over his and settle your weight over his thick thighs, holding the tattoo machine in your hand.
Bucky's eyes flit up and down your body, a knowing smirk spreading across his face. "Finally going to write your name on me prințesă. You know you were ready a few weeks ago but I don't mind waiting for you."
Your mouth flounders open in shock. "How did you-" Turning your head, you find Nat, hands on her hips, opening glaring at him. "It was supposed to be a surprise."
"I didn't say anything," she says.
Bucky places his knuckles under your chin, gently closing your mouth, his other ring-covered hand smoothing over your hip. "You gotta learn to whisper doll." He chuckles at your crestfallen expression.
Nat flicks the back of your head. "So lucky I like you," she laughs. "Now remember what I taught you and if you fuck up, don't worry about it-" She moves your hand, positioning it over the the outline"-it's only Bucky."
Flipping it on, you grin, scrunching your nose at him. "That's true, Nat."
Bucky places his hands behind his head. "Prințesă you can do whatever you want to me, now mark me as yours."
This is the golden stuff that I missed during my one month break !!!
(I’m so fucking tired I wanna continue reading but my eyes are burning 😭)
Take You Away || Bucky
Bucky Barnes x fem!reader
Summary: You and Bucky are friends from work. You are a chef at the Avengers Compound and you see him every day but after a while he becomes suspicious of your home life and sets out to save from the abuse you receive. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, domestic violence (abusive boyfriend, mentions of an abusive father), injuries, fluff, WC: 4451
main masterlist || bucky masterlist
The end of your pen was a sharp mess of twisted plastic by the time you had finished chewing on it. The added responsibility of stock taking the kitchen was adding more pressure to your already busy day and you still needed to get the food order sent for the menu next week. The head chef was on leave and thought you had been there long enough that you could handle it on your own, you had thought so too.
Banana blueberry muffins. You still had to make them and breakfast would open in less than an hour. Rushing out of the storeroom you crashed into a wall of muscle that you hadn’t expected to find in the galley. Your face hit his shoulder and you groaned as the metal hit your already sore cheekbone. His face blanched as he heard your whimper and his arms gently caught your shoulders as he apologised profusely for hurting you.
“It’s fine, Bucky.” You said with a small smile, trying not to rub away the makeup on your face. “I’m more surprised than anything. Were you looking for something I could help with?”
He blinked as if he forgot what he was there for before nodding. “Coffee, please, I’ve run out.”
You turned around and ducked back into the storeroom to grab a packet of instant coffee that was used on each individual floor's kitchenette. Bucky always seemed to go through more than anyone else and it was probably to do with how early he rose each day. You grabbed two just to save him the trip down to the cafeteria later in the week and handed them over with a smile.
“Oh shit.” He gasped as he brushed his thumb over your cheek. “I’m so sorry.”
Your eyes widened with panic as he saw the bruise under your foundation and you brushed his touch aside. You turned away so you had space to breathe and waved his apology off the best you could. “It’s fine, nothing to worry about.”
“It’s not fine, I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me, I just bruise easily.” Your eyes misted at the guilt lacing his voice and you wanted to admit the truth so he didn’t feel bad but you couldn’t. “I’m really busy this morning, was there anything else I could get you, Bucky?”
He shook his head sadly and retreated from the kitchen, a dark cloud hanging over him as he left. You felt terrible that you had caused it and you wiped your eyes before composing yourself, you had got yourself through a lot worse by pretending you were fine and you could do it once again. By the time the muffins were ready you had almost forgotten the event completely and the cafeteria opened for everyone at the compound.
Laughter and smiles filled the tables but there was one noticeable absence that you knew you were responsible for. Handing control over to the chef de partie, you tossed your apron over your hook and filled a plate of food before leaving the kitchen. The gym was almost empty since everyone was at breakfast but there was one man at the back, taking his anger out on a punching bag. You knew he heard the door close from the way he froze before continuing the assault.
“I, um, thought you might be hungry.” You murmured as you held out the plate to him.
“I already ate.” He grumbled between punches.
“No, you didn’t.” You said as you took a seat on a bench and placed the plate beside you. “I just got the order forms from your floor, you haven’t used anything from the kitchen. Just coffee.”
He sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, sweat glistening across his forehead. “You’re not going to leave until I eat are you.”
“It’s literally my job to make sure you are well fed.” You shrugged and pushed the plate closer to him. “It’s your favourite. You don’t want me to get fired do you?”
It was a low blow since he was already feeling guilty but he knew you wouldn’t get fired over something trivial like that, at least you hoped he did. His strides were slow as he grabbed a towel and wiped away his sweat before sitting down, looking at the plate piled high with food.
“How do you know it’s my favourite?” He asked as he picked up the muffin.
“It’s the only flavour you grab two of.” You smiled before your phoned rang in your pocket and your face fell, the personalised tone letting you know exactly who it was calling. “I should get going.”
“Everything alright?” He frowned at the change in your mood and you mentally slapped yourself for letting anything show.
“Just the usual stress and chaos in the kitchen.” You joked and rose to make your way to the door.
“If you want to talk about it, I’m pretty good at listening.” Bucky offered with a shrug.
“Thanks, Buck, I’ll keep that in mind.” You said before the phone rang again and you rushed to make it back to the kitchen.
Your shift had ended five minutes ago and your boyfriend was impatient at the best of times so keeping him waiting was not a smart move. You hurried your way through the kitchen that was being cleaned down and ready for the lunch team to begin preparing their meal. You waved to a few of the chefs on the way to grab your bag and reminded them you would be back for the dinner shift later. The split shifts weren’t ideal but until the head chef returned you would just make do.
“I’ve been waiting fucking 20 minutes.” Justin growled as you got in the passenger side.
It hadn’t been 20 minutes but you were not going to correct him as he started the engine and pulled out of the compound way too fast. “Sorry.”
“I’ve got the boys coming over for the game tonight. You can make it up to me by cooking us something good.”
“I’m working tonight.” You reminded him weakly.
“Does it look like I give a fuck?” He said, looking away from the road to stare at you. “Figure it out.”
“Alright.” You dropped your head to the cold window beside your head, trying to get a few minutes of rest before you got home.
You were completely exhausted as you reached the kitchen. You had planned on resting between shifts but instead you had made a feast for Justin and his friends and prayed he followed the reheating instructions you left. Stifling another yawn at being awake for 13 hours already, you hung up your bag and grabbed your apron, four more and you could go home to bed.
There was nothing you wanted more than to rest your sore feet but as you left the compound you found the car park dark and empty. You should have known he would have forgotten to pick you up, in fact he was probably drunk so it was best he didn’t drive. Gripping your bag closer to your side, you started making your way to the security gate only to see a pair of headlights illuminate the night.
“Y/n, hope in.” Bucky ordered as he pulled up beside you with his window down. “And don’t even try to argue, I’m not letting you walk home in the middle of the night.”
You looked at the gate that was still so far away and you knew there was no way you could decline his offer. With a small smile you walked around the car and he pushed the door open for you to climb in. The ride was quiet but it was the nice type of quiet, something you rarely got to have and you almost fell asleep it was so peaceful.
“It’s just up here on the left.” You said quietly, embarrassed about him seeing the rundown trailer that you called home.
He came to a stop outside one of the nicer homes on the street and you grabbed your bag from the floor. “Thank you for the ride, Bucky, I really appreciate it.”
“It’s no problem, any time.” He smiled sincerely before seeing a group of men stumble down the footpath, angry shouts about the losing team they had supported. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Oh, that’s not necessary.” You assured him but he wasn’t having it and the car was already turned off. Placing your hand on his arm, you turned your eyes to his and hoped he saw your silent pleas. “It’s not necessary, Bucky.”
His lip was pinched between his teeth and he waited until the men had gone past the car before he nodded begrudgingly. “Ok, but give me your phone.”
You handed it over, knowing how stubborn the man was, and he messaged himself before giving it back. “Text me when you’re safe inside.”
You thanked him once again as you got out and walked quietly up the porch steps with a wave. Your sigh of relief was heavy as you watched his car disappear around the corner and you sent a message to him as you walked down the street to your home, his reply coming back almost instantly.
Bucky: Anytime you need a ride just let me know.
You left his message on read as you unlocked the door and heard the loud snores of Justin asleep on the couch with empty beer cans scattered over the coffee table. Even though you could barely keep your eyes open you knew he would be angry if he woke up to the mess so you quietly collected the rubbish and cleaned the sink full of dirty plates. You didn’t even take the time to wash the smell of cooking from your skin before you went to bed and instantly fell asleep.
A sharp slap to your cheek woke you with a cry of pain and you found Justin towering over you with your phone in his hand, Bucky’s message on the screen. “Who the hell is Bucky?”
Your cheek was burning and tears were stinging your eyes as you shook your head rapidly. “Just someone from work, they dropped me off because you didn’t pick me up.”
“Don’t put this on me.” He spat. “Are you fucking him? You are, aren’t you?”
The back of his hand struck out but you managed to protect your face from the hit, the big cheap ring on his finger cutting across your forearm instead. Your scream was muffled by the squeeze of his hand over your mouth and you whimpered until he let you go.
“I’m not, baby, I would never cheat on you. I just couldn’t walk all the way home.” You pleaded for him to listen as his hands trembled and carefully reached out to take his hands in yours. You could see his eyes were bloodshot and the stench of stale beer turned your stomach but you had to calm him down, any way possible. Pulling him into the bed with you, you turned your face away from the sloppy kisses and apologies he whispered against your skin, letting him have his way until he collapsed back to sleep on his side. You slipped from the bed as his snores filled the room and showered away his touch.
The bruise on your cheek was almost gone but now you had the angry cut on your forearm that you needed to clean and cover before it got infected. The rubbing alcohol stung and you bit your lip to avoid crying out and possibly waking Justin, the whimpers bouncing off the tiny stall that could barely fit the shower and toilet. It was still dark outside and you thought about taking the car but if Justin woke before you got back from the breakfast shift you knew you would pay dearly for it, and you didn't have a licence, so you put on a pair of sneakers and began the long walk to the compound.
You covered your elbow over your mouth as you hid another yawn and found Bucky’s eyes narrowing in on the bandage covering your forearm. “What happened?”
Your exhaustion was making you more susceptible to tears and you worked hard to be nonchalant as you laughed it off. “I burnt it when I was getting the muffins out of the oven.”
“I didn’t see you getting dropped off this morning.”
You shrugged off his concern and busied yourself topping up the bacon that was always a favourite. “I didn’t realise you were keeping such a close eye on me.”
“You’re my friend, and I don’t really sleep so I keep watch of who comes and goes.” He said defensively, as if you had shouted to the entire cafeteria that he was a stalker.
“I appreciate the concern, but I chose to walk this morning.” You lied smoothly, or at least thought you did. These were trained professionals who regularly interrogated people for their job but you had been lying to yourself for years. He still looked concerned but added the fresh bacon to his plate and chewed on a strip of the crispy protein as he watched you walk away.
Fear consumed you as you stepped over the threshold and saw Justin waiting, leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest. You had tried to dissuade Bucky from giving you a ride home when Justin failed to show but it was raining and he would not leave it be. Your shadow was cast against the wall as Bucky reversed out of your drive, and you were already feeling ill that he had seen where you really lived.
“I’m sorry, I know it’s not much to look at.” You had whispered quietly when you had shown where you lived and not the house he had previously dropped you off.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed, doll. I grew up in a shoebox and had to share a room with my little sister until I was 20.” He reassured you, your heart hammering at the casual endearment that shouldn't have affected you as much as it did.
Your shadow disappeared and all you were left with was the looming mass of Justin stepping closer, your body seeming to shrink as he leant past you and closed the door. The smell of cigarettes and weed clung to his clothes while whiskey tainted his breath and you wished you could run back out into the rain and beg Bucky to stop. You didn’t even feel the first hit or the second, there was a place you had created deep in your mind and that was where you went on nights like this.
The cold water of the shower ran over your face and hid the tears that stung your cuts as you sat on the floor beneath the spray. There was nothing more you wanted to do than walk out of this shower, walk out of this trailer and out of Justin’s life but he controlled everything. You couldn’t even go to the shops without his permission, you didn’t even have your own bank cards, he controlled your life.
You nearly jumped out of your skin when he banged loudly against the door and you shut the water off quickly. There was no way you could go to work looking like you did and you turned away from the foggy mirror to slink into the bedroom and find some loose clothing. You only had one objective and that was to avoid any confrontation and let your wounds heal. You searched for your phone to call in sick but you couldn’t find it anywhere.
“Jus, have you seen my phone?” You asked as you limped to the living room and found him scrolling through your device.
“Why? So you can message Bucky?” He growled.
“I need to tell work I won’t be in.”
You kept your eyes trained on the floor and for a second he held the phone out but before you could wrap your fingers around it he dropped it to the floor, the screen shattering on impact. “Oops.”
You swiped it off the ground and hurried back to the bedroom, hoping it still worked but the screen was completely dead. You knew Justin would never let you touch his phone so you just hoped you still had a job when the swelling went down and you could hide everything under a thick layer of foundation.
“Hey, have you seen y/n?” Bucky asked the chef’s rushing around the galley.
A round of no’s circulated the kitchen and his frown deepened as he called your number and heard it go to voicemail once again. Leaving the cafeteria he went into the administration wing and found Pepper leaving her office.
“Good morning, Mrs Stark.”
“Hi Bucky,” she smiled, “you look a little lost. Who are you looking for?”
Bucky scratched his neck as he looked around the mostly empty office space, but it was still too early for most people to start work. “I was wondering where y/n was.”
“The kitchens I should assume.” She chuckled.
“She didn’t show up today.”
Pepper’s eyebrows knitted together as she knew no one had called through the office in the time she had been in, which was earlier than everyone else. “That’s strange for her. Let me try to call her, just give me a minute.”
She started to turn back to her office but Bucky stopped her. “I tried, it keeps going to voicemail.”
“Well I’m not sure how else I can help, sorry, we don’t have an address for her or I’d send Happy to check on her.”
“What?”
“Yeah, HR has been chasing her up for months about it but…I’m sorry I can’t help you.”
The pit in Bucky’s stomach was getting heavier with each word out of Pepper’s mouth and he was already heading back to the elevator before she had finished, looking confused by his sudden departure. His fingers were nearly bending the car key he fiddled with as he made his way down to the garage and sped out of the compound. He told himself you were fine, you might be sick and resting, your phone left unplugged from the charger and had died while you were sleeping. But a stronger instinct in him told him something was wrong.
He skidded to a halt in your driveway, his boots stomping loudly up the warped wooden steps before his fist knocked on the trailer door. He could hear whispers inside but couldn’t quite make out what was being said before the door opened and Justin filled the doorway. You had seen the sleek black car pulling in and been sent to the bedroom where you wouldn’t be seen before Justin had opened the door.
“Where is she?” Bucky growled.
“What’s it matter to you? Get your own whore.”
Justin’s insult hurt but it was Bucky’s laugh that you found crushing as you buried your face in your pillow to catch the tears escaping your body. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy this little punk.”
A crash sent your heart racing and you heard groaning before more of your little house sounded like it was being destroyed. You slipped from the bed and hid beneath your blanket in the furthest corner of the room, covering your ears as the violence escalated just like your mom taught you. You screwed your eyes shut and tried to remember the songs she used to hum to calm you down but the panic kept rising, she wasn’t here to distract you and she wasn’t here to be the distraction like she was with your fathers anger.
“Y/n?” Bucky’s voice called out. “Where are you, doll?”
You lowered the blanket slowly, just enough so you could see him standing in the doorway to your bedroom, his chest puffing from the short fight. You couldn’t see Justin anywhere. He caught sight of your movement and rounded the bed, his hand held out as you pressed yourself further back into the wall.
“Hey, hey, it's okay, beautiful.” He said softly. “Can I see your smile? I missed it this morning.”
You swallowed deeply, refusing to show him the bruises and the split lip Justin had inflicted. “You should just go.”
“Not without you.” He said with a shake of his head and crouched down to your height. “I’m going to take the blanket now, okay.”
His movements were slow as he reached out and you gripped the frayed edges tighter for a moment before you saw your timid reflection in his eyes. This was the man who had been shy and quiet when you met but you had watched him grow into this man in front of you. If he could overcome the violence he had endured, then maybe there was hope for you. Letting go of the blanket, you saw his eyes harden and you flinched away.
“I’m not going to hurt you, y/n. I’m not angry at you.” He promised before looking back at the door and pulling his phone from his pocket. “I’ll be back in a minute.”
You could hear him talking but it was too quiet to hear and in less than 60 seconds he had returned with his hand out to you. “Can I help you up?”
You placed your hand in his and he helped you to stand, noticing the wince as you put weight on your leg and his arm curled around your waist to pull you into his side. “I’ve got you. I’m going to take you away from here, doll.”
“I have nowhere to go.” You muttered.
“Now you do.” He gently turned your head into the curve of his neck as you left the room and he hid the destruction from your sight. “You shouldn’t have to see this.”
By the time he had got you sat safely in his car you saw the Falcon land on your small patch of lawn and Bucky pointed inside your home. They didn’t need to communicate anything else, even with the tinted windows it was clear to see what had happened and Sam looked almost as angry as Bucky did. He looked like he was going to slam his car door shut as he hopped in the driver's seat but at the last moment he caught it and quietly closed it.
“Is there anything important you need Sam to find?” Bucky asked as he started the car but you shook your head.
“I don’t have anything.” You admitted as you clung to your seatbelt. “Just my clothes.”
“No family photos?”
You shook your head, you weren’t allowed to keep anything and you had stopped trying after he destroyed what little you had. You sank low into your seat as Bucky pulled into the compound and the gates opened automatically for him. You didn’t want anyone else to see you like this, you didn’t want the questions that came with it so when he came to a stop in the basement you weren’t ready to move.
“You can have my room. The bed might as well get used by someone.” He offered as he sat along with you after turning the car off.
“Why are you being so nice?”
It sounded ruder when you asked it out loud but it was pure curiosity and he turned in his seat so his body was facing you.
“You used to leave meatloaf in the fridge on my floor. It took me a while to realise it wasn’t on anyone else's.” He answered with a small smile. “I wasn’t ready to handle being around so many people in the mess hall but you were the only one who noticed. You went out of your way to be nice to me when no one else did. You deserve someone who treats you like royalty, doll.”
Tears spilled down your face as every thought in your head told you it was just another mind fuck and he sighed as he saw you weren’t ready to hear the truth yet. The thing with Bucky was he had time and he had patience, he was willing to spend both on you until you saw what he did. Getting out, he walked around the car and opened your door.
“No one will bother you here.” He said as he held his hand out to you. “I’ll make sure of it.”
You looked around and found the basement empty before taking his hand, taking a small amount of comfort as he laced his fingers loosely in yours. “Friday, 4th floor, and no stops.”
Bucky stuck his head out into the 4th floor, finding it empty, before he led you to his room and opened his door. You stepped inside before feeling his fingers slip from yours and he stayed in the doorway. Your eyebrows pinched as you wondered why he stopped.
“Is there anything I can get you?” He asked as he checked he had left his room tidy that morning.
“I…” You looked around the unfamiliar space that was uniquely his until you were back facing him. “I…don't want to be…left alone.”
He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, hanging his jacket up on the hook behind the door. His boots were kicked off next and he lined them up beside his other pairs at the bottom of his closet before turning the blankets down and taking a seat against his headboard. “Do you want to watch some tv?”
You nodded and took your own shoes off, placing them next to his and climbed onto the other side of the bed. The mattress was so much softer than yours and he pulled the blankets up over your legs, the fluffy sheets quickly reminding you how numb you had been and you shivered as your body came out of the shock you were in. You apologised as you jumped at his touch but you quickly relaxed under his arm that he placed protectively over your shoulder.
You couldn’t remember the last time you had felt safe in someone's arms, perhaps it was something you hadn’t experienced until you felt him pull you closer. You could finally relax, you were safe and your body and soul knew it as years of exhaustion caught up with you. Your eyes were closing before he had even found a film to watch and your head lolled into the crook of his neck. The last thing you felt before you were pulled into a peaceful sleep was a whisper in a language you didn’t recognise and the soft touch of his lips on your forehead.
taglist join form
@jessica11133 @nash-dara @buckyisperfect @itswanktime @slutforsexyseabass @sea040561 @gryffindorqueensworld @honeywithemoney @kenzieam @tsnelf7 @jmeagin-blog @saranghaey @heavenly-rogers @ashly4 @bibibeauelle @wildcat116 @glxwingrxse @ymasen @ghostpepper21 @thebuckybarnesvault @hoe-4-sebstan @tailsoflightning @avengershoney @hallecarey1 @tonystarksmutgarden @sunflowerfive @tripletstephaniescp @inlovewithbuckybarnes
Hii sweets!♥️ May i request… the thought of rough fucking w bucky 🤭🫠 its for sure gonna be a longg night, like maybe he’s angry abt something (not at u ofc) so he just uses you as a hole to take out his anger 😵💫 Oh! And i keep thinking of aftercare w him, the amount of praises, care and love he’ll shower you with!! Hes so gentle and will sit in the bathtub w u while he washes your hair and if youre not too fucked out, you'll wash his hair for him too hehe, etc. Sharing giggles w him and he’ll help you dry your hair dhfdjfdjfsj i love him 🥹🥹🥹
Oomph this Bucky could break my back and I would thank him for it 🥵 thank you for request 💜💜
Control & Comfort || Bucky
Warnings: 18+ only, bj, unprotected sex, smut-no plot at all, rough sex, pussy slap, degradation, aftercare WC: 1.8k
main masterlist || bucky masterlist
You knew exactly how your night was going to be spent the second Bucky walked in the door. His cheeks were flushed and the muscle beneath was hard as he clenched them in anger. The bang of the door slamming shut echoed through the house and his feet carried him straight towards you. Something, or someone, had seriously pissed him off and you were happy to be his outlet.
“Knees. Now.” He snapped as he roughly pulled his jacket off and tossed it over the back of the couch, his fingers instantly moving to unbuckle his belt.
You slipped from the couch and onto your knees without question, your obedience instilled from being at his beck and call for so long. Your hands pulled at his jeans to free his cock and he moaned as you teased your tongue along his length before he gripped the back of your head and thrust his hips forward. There was no warm up, no niceties, just a desperate need to be in control of something in his life.
“Fuck, that’s it, take it like a good girl.” He purred as your throat constricted around him and your eyes watered.
You could feel your pussy throb as he praised you and your hand drifted down your stomach to the waistband of your pants. His hand caught your arm before you could touch yourself and he pulled it away as you tipped your head back to look in his eyes. You were begging him for permission but he just licked his lips and shook his head.
“Not until I say you can.” He warned before he released his hold on your head and pulled out. Your lungs gasped for breath and saliva ran down your chin while he watched with dark eyes. He loved seeing you like this, he thought it was absolutely beautiful. It was you trusting him and giving him complete control. “Stand up and turn around.”
Your legs trembled from kneeling on the hard floor and you felt his hands on your hips as you turned, pulling your pants down before pushing forward over the couch. Cold fingers pressed to your core as he nudged your legs apart and your breath hitched as he smeared your moisture along your slit. You knew he wanted it hard and rough when he didn’t even attempt to prep you with his fingers first, he just needed to feel you wrapped about his cock.
You cried out at the sudden fullness and the burn of him stretching your cunt, the pain quickly turning to pleasure as he pulled back out before slamming into you again. Your breaths were more like gasps as every thrust pushed the air from your lungs and it felt like he was trying to breach your cervix with how hard he fucking you.
“Christ, you're my perfect little slut aren’t you?” He growled as he pushed down on your back until you were almost bent in two, your reply lost in a moan as your core clenched tighter around him. “Taking this big cock whenever I tell you.”
Your fingers were searching for something to grab onto as the warmth in your belly began to grow and the best thing you could reach was a cushion. You squeezed it tight and bit your teeth into it as you fought against release, Bucky reminding you that he hadn’t given you permission with a spank to your ass. You jolted forward at the sharp slap before he pressed his vibranium hand to it and cooled the reddening mark with his touch.
“Please, please, please, Bucky, I can’t hold it.” You begged as your legs quaked and your tears slipped over your lashes.
“Just. A. Little. Longer.” He strained as his hips rolled you, his balls slapping your clit with every thrust.
You were dancing on a knife's edge and it was painful, the promise of release within your reach. “I can’t, I can’t, I-”
“Go on doll, cum all over my cock.”
He hadn’t even finished his sentence before your release crashed over you and your scream was dampened by the cushion as you buried your face into it. There was no relief as he kept pounding into you, wave after wave rocking through your body as you failed to come down from your high. If it wasn’t for his hands gripping your hips tightly you would have crawled away but he was not about to let that happen. A deeper pressure began to build within you and when he reached down to toy with your clit, it exploded, warmth running down your legs as you trembled around him on the brink of collapse.
“That’s it baby, that’s my good girl.” He grinned proudly as he slowed his pace and let your oversensitized cunt have a moment to recover, his hands massaging your lower back until your muscles relaxed. “Do you think you can handle another? I think you can.”
It would be tough but you would try for him, so you nodded your head and pushed your hips back to meet his. He chuckled as your body greedily took all of him and knew his first release wouldn’t be too far away. He worked his hips like you were dancing and you moaned at the change in angles, aftershocks pulsing within you as he slowly gained momentum with his controlled pace.
“C'mere.” He murmured as his hands rose up your sides, pulling you up so your back was to his chest and his hands came to rest on your breasts, your quick breaths pushing them against him as he began to massage them. “You were made just for me.”
You couldn’t even formulate words as the sharp angle of his hips thrust him over you g-spot and left your body numb, your head floating in the clouds. Sounds strangled in your throat as you rose to your tiptoes but he pulled you back down his cock before you could get away.
“Uh-uh, we had a deal.” He warned low in your ear. “You’re staying right there until you cum again.”
Without warning he lifted his leg, bracing it on the couch seat before ramming into you. You would have screamed at the sudden spike of pleasure but he had snaked a hand to your mouth and clamped down before the sound could escape.
“This is what happens when you are a naughty girl, naughty girls don’t get to cum.” He reminded you before he let you have your breath back and slapped your pussy as he slammed into you. “Are you going to be naughty again?”
You shook your head violently as you cried, another orgasm threatening to tear you apart but he had taken away your permission. “Please, I’ll be good, I promise, oh god, please, I’m gonna cum.”
His smile teased your neck as he kissed your racing heart, he loved nothing more than hearing you beg for him. “I’m gonna fill you up real good when you cum, dollface. Let go.”
Your head tipped back to his shoulder and it was only his hands that kept you upright as whitehot pleasure flooded from you, your body jerking as he fucked into you a few more times before he kept his promise. His grunts filled your ears as he spilled himself in you but instead of stopping he just slowed down, easing himself in and out, enjoying the feel of your walls fluttering around him and the mixture of your cum leaking out all over his cock.
“You did so beautifully.” He praised as he turned your head so he could kiss you sweetly. “You wouldn’t believe the day I had, I needed you so bad.”
“That’s what I’m here for.” You smiled as your eyes fluttered shut and you relaxed in his hold.
“I tired you out didn’t I?” He chuckled as he felt your breath even out and your muscles relax. “Let me clean you up, then you can have a rest.”
“You don’t plan on letting me sleep tonight do you?” You murmured as he slipped out from between your legs and picked you up, cradling you in his arms as he carried you to the bathroom.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and looked up from where you rested your head on his shoulder, catching the smirk playing at his lips as he pondered his answer. “Eventually.”
Your mind seemed almost as empty as the large bubbles that drifted on the water’s surface and your fingers lazily popped them as they floated by. Bucky whispered softly in your ear, spelling out the sweet words as he wrote across your stomach with his index finger. The moment was perfectly peaceful but you knew from the stirring of his cock against your back that there was the promise of more pleasure to come.
“Lay down, doll.” He said softly as he reached for the shampoo.
You slid down his body until the water reached your ears and silenced the world around you. His fingers massaged your head as he lathered the shampoo into your hair and you closed your eyes before he cupped the water and washed it out. You loved these moments, when he gently brought you down from the rush of endorphins so you didn’t crash completely.
You waited until he had finished conditioning your hair before you sat up, rolling onto your stomach in the deepest bath and resting your chin on his chest. His blue eyes shone as he gazed down at you, love on the surface and need swimming below. You climbed his body and straddled his thighs as you reached for the shampoo bottle.
“My turn.”
He slid down the curve of the bath and water splashed over the lip until he settled neck deep. His eyes fluttered shut as you ran your fingers through his long strands and his lips parted with a sigh as you washed his hair. His cock was growing harder beneath you and his hands pulled you higher up so he teased your entrance.
“You’re going to get soap in your eyes.” You moaned as he pushed past your swollen lips and you eased down his shaft. “Close them.”
“And miss out on a second of watching you?” He chuckled. “I can take a little sting.”
You laughed at his stubbornness before biting your lip just the way he liked and rolled your hips. “You take such good care of me, I want to take care of you. Please, close them for me?”
“Enjoy the control while you can.” He smirked as he closed his eyes. “After we get out of here it’s all mine.”
taglist join form
@jessica11133 @nash-dara@buckyisperfect@itswanktime@slutforsexyseabass@sea040561@gryffindorqueensworld @honeywithemoney@kenzieam@tsnelf7@jmeagin-blog @saranghaey@heavenly-rogers@ashly4@bibibeauelle@wildcat116 @glxwingrxse @ymasen @ghostpepper21 @thebuckybarnesvault @hoe-4-sebstan@tailsoflightning@avengershoney@hallecarey1 @tonystarksmutgarden @sunflowerfive @tripletstephaniescp @inlovewithbuckybarnes @kamaria-sweet-writes @mkirk12776 @youngr0se95 @scxrpioscult @ke05 @balekanemohafe @ladiesloveluxury @cjand10 @erinobx
This is basically just p*rn
I LOVE IT
Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt4]
Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader
Chapter Summary: It's Bucky/Winter's birthday 🥳 but there always has to be some drama... Warnings: 18+ only, kind of public sex (its a public place but no one is around), edging, more smut, possessive Winter, oral both, toys: vibrator, buttplug WC: 2.9k
Main Masterlist || Bucky Masterlist || Part One || Part Two || Part Three || Part Four
![Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt4]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/dcdd27c83486d8ad90113d6170325106/795d9779ebe6f26d-07/s500x750/b7169ad8dba116bfe188bb4516e3d478795a378c.jpg)
You were lucky Bucky was a patient man as he waited in the car for you. You still couldn’t decide what dress you wanted to wear and you held them both up against you in the mirrored dressing room. Trying one on again, you took a photo and sent it to Bucky since it would be his birthday you would be wearing it to. You saw the message turn to read and after a moment where no response came you sighed and reached for the zip.
Knock, knock. “Doll.”
You forgot the zip and unlocked the door, stepping back as Bucky quickly slipped in and locked it behind him. Your breathing hitched as you saw the lust in his eyes and he bit his lip as he looked over your body. “Do you like it?”
You gave him a spin and smirked when he caught you by the hips, pulling you against his body so you could feel just how much he liked it. “I’d like it even more on the floor.”
His hand trailed down your spine, taking the zip with it and he slipped the sleeves over your shoulder. The cool air of the boutique store would have left you shivering if it wasn’t for the fire Bucky was lighting across your skin. Your fingers had already opened the first buttons of his dress shirt before your brain clicked in and you froze.
“We can’t have sex here.” You whispered in his ear. “There’s people just outside.”
“You think I would let anyone else hear how beautiful you sound when you cum?” His dark chuckle washed over you and his smirk teased you as much as his fingers that were dipping into your panties. “I sent everyone away. You looked so sexy in that photo, just had to have you.”
You giggled at his neediness and he spun you around to lean your hands against the mirror. There was no wasting any time with Bucky today it seemed, he quickly pulled your panties down your legs and nudged them wider before he teased your slit with his blunt head. Your eyes connected through the mirror and your lips parted as he pushed past your entrance with a satisfied moan. He truly was insatiable, between him and Winter taking their turns with you it was a miracle you could still walk.
Your breath misted up the glass as Bucky gripped your hips and set a quick pace. If you had any thoughts you would have felt sorry for the person who would have to clean the fog of your breath and your fingerprints off the glass when you were done, but Bucky was erasing all your capacity to think as he fucked you senseless.
Bucky thumb and index finger teased your nipple and you cried out at the sudden pinch he gave you, your cunt tightening, before he soothed it once again as he chuckled in your ear. “Oh? You like that, babygirl.”
“God, yes…”
You could feel your orgasm building and so could Bucky, his hand running down your stomach to the juncture of your thighs. You looked down at the reflection and watched as he spread your lips and circled your clit, quickly bringing you to the edge of bliss before he pulled out. You whimpered at the loss of both the fullness and the orgasm you were within reach of.
“Bucky, please.” You begged as you watched him force his erection back into his pants and wink at you.
“Come on, doll, we have places to be.” He chuckled as he walked out of the dressing room. “Oh, and get both dresses, you’ll need a spare.”
You didn’t know what he meant by that but you did as he told. After getting dressed and resisting the urge to finish yourself off, you gathered up the dresses and found the staff returning to the shop floor. You didn’t even have the decency to look apologetic, not when you saw the way the cashier was eyeing Bucky up at the front window.
“I’ll have these.” You said as you pulled out your purse.
“No need.” She said as she pushed your card away. “Mr Barnes owns this store.”
You tucked the purse away and caught the sly smile one Bucky’s face as he walked back and carried the garment bags for you. “When you said you owned half of Brooklyn, I thought you were exaggerating, like men and the size of their penises.”
“I don’t have to exaggerate.” He laughed as he opened the door for you before going around to the other side. “On either account.”
You headed back to the townhouse instead of travelling back upstate, since Bucky’s birthday party was going to be at a local event space, and you watched with amusement as Bucky closed the door to the walk-in wardrobe behind you. “Come to tease me again?”
He had watched you squirm on your seat the whole drive home, every bump leaving you a little breathless. “Maybe. It’s my birthday so I can have my gift unwrapped as many times as I please.”
His fingers tipped your chin back so he could steal a kiss from your lips that were pouting at the idea of being edged again. Thankfully, you knew how to drive him as crazy as he did you. You dropped to your knees and pulled his cock free to see the thick beads of precum leaking from his angry red tip. You flicked your tongue over the little slit and hummed at his taste, each kitten lick jerked his body and you could see his patience wearing thin.
“It’s not nice when you don’t get to cum, isn’t it?” You asked innocently as you stroked him slowly, painfully so.
The glaze in his eyes was gone and his focus was on the teasing smile you held and he smirked as he ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “You want me to fuck you, is that it?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to make you cum all over my cock?”
“God, yes…please.”
His eyes seemed to sparkle as you turned to putty as his feet. “Ok, but then you have to wear the gift I got you tonight.”
You would sell your soul for him to just give you the release you needed. “Anything.”
He walked around you and pushed you onto all fours, his hands massaging your ass and teasing your dripping hole with his thumb. After tasting your nectar from his thumb he hummed and thrust his hips forward, filling you as you pushed yourself back to meet him. There was no way you were missing out on another orgasm and you reached between your legs and let your fingers glide over your bundle of nerves.
“Someone’s a bit greedy.” He teased with a spank as he felt your fingers against his shaft. “Go on, baby, wanna feel you cum.”
Your back arched as you chased your own release and your legs tried to close shut around Bucky until they began to tremble. Your moans filled the small room and the hands on your hips gripped you tighter so Bucky could ram himself as fast as possible, the loud slaps of your skin filling your ears.
“B-bucky, I’m, oh god…” Your words were lost as white hot flashes of light blinded you and your core clamped down around him, milking him as he released himself inside you.
“Holy fuck.” He panted as his hips continued to jerk and you felt the most full you ever had, his cum leaking out and down your legs as he watched it rolling down. “Look at that beautiful mess.”
═══════☆═══════
The party was in full swing and businessmen and women from all over the world had accepted the invitation to Bucky’s birthday. You knew the majority of the people around you were criminals of one kind or another but you couldn’t tell them apart from the straight-laced business owners who mingled among them. The politicians you could spot a mile away, their seedy nature sending you in the opposite direction, which is how you ended up near the pool table. Your glances kept returning to the table but there was no one else playing, just people using it as a drink holder.
“Such a longing stare, should I be jealous of someone?” Bucky asked quietly in your ear, just above the music, as his hands came to rest on your hips.
“You’ve set my standards too high now, there’s no one that could make you jealous.” You promised as you turned in his arms. “It’s been a long time since I played pool, do you play?”
“Not since I found a better way to spend my time.” He smirked before taking your hand and leading you over, the people grabbing their drinks as Bucky took two cues from the holder. “Ladies first.”
You took your pick of the cue and chalked it up before walking around to the head of the table and lining up the break. The cue warmed your fingers as you pushed and pulled, readying your shot before you dropped your head and bit your lip to stifle the moan. When the sensation passed you shot daggers at Bucky, his phone in hand and ready to set off another vibration in your core. When he said to wear the gift he bought you, you thought he meant the dress. You were sorely mistaken.
“Take the shot, doll.” He teased as he lowered the settings but left it running.
You took a deep breath and rushed the shot, balls exploding in all directions but a large sinking into the corner. He slipped his phone away to clap at the shot and more people turned to watch the game unfold and you watched with intrigue as his tongue peeked out in concentration and one eye slightly closed as he lined it up. He had played you once again, he was more than just an amateur and nearly sunk all his balls before missing one and returning back to the side.
You already anticipated what came next once he pulled his phone from his pocket and you felt as if the entire club was watching you teeter on the edge of an orgasm - and then it was gone. You sagged with relief and took your shot, sinking three before missing a shot. You retreated to a wall so you had something to lean on as your legs trembled and you felt your arousal running down your thighs.
A warm body pressed against you and for a split second you thought it strange that Bucky had missed his shot so soon but you found a stranger with a bitter cologne in your face. The man had obviously been drinking as it was strong on his breath that you tried to recoil from, your head turning away and locking eyes with Winter. The room seemed to hold their breath collectively as Winter stalked his way over, cue in hand.
Winter glared daggers as he splintered the cue on the man's back and tore him away from you. “No one touches my kukolka.”
His possessiveness was more electric than the vibrator and the start of a moan sneaked past your lips before you could stop it, the sound instantly catching Winter’s attention. His head snapped to you and he looked torn between wanting to destroy the man that touched you and wanting to touch you himself. Snapping his head to Nico, he shoved the man his way and Nico clearly understood the assignment as he began pulling the stranger towards the back exit where some of the guards' cars were waiting. You knew he would pay for his transgression later but for now, Winter had better things to do.
“You don’t want to finish the game?” You gasped as he pinned you to the wall and wiped the memory of the last two minutes with one heated gaze.
“I want to play with you.” He growled in your ear as his teeth grazed over your racing pulse. He nipped the skin and chuckled as you jumped, your body rubbing against his and feeling how hard he was for you.
You looked around and found the attention had returned to the band playing and whatever else the people were up to before the short disturbance. Grabbing Winter’s hand you made your way to the dark service alley and a restricted area before he pulled you to a stop and ran his hands over the soft material of your dress.
“I’m gonna leave my marks all over you, kukolka, so no one forgets who you belong to.” He promised as his lips kissed your collarbone before sucking on the delicate skin.
Your fingers buried themselves in his dark hair and you held him to your chest, the love bites leading their way down your plunging neckline until he reached the bust. His hands pulled up your dress as he dropped to his knees and you lost contact with his hair as he disappeared under your dress. You gasped and threw your hands back to the wall for balance as he pulled you leg over his shoulder and kissed your clit.
If anyone were to walk in they would see your dress puffed out, and a bit lumpy, and the peek of red bottomed mens dress shoes beneath the hem. They would also see your face painted with ecstasy, his marks against your neck, your jaw hung in suspense as his tongue lashed across your swollen pearl and his fingers gently tugged the tail of the purple silicone love egg Bucky had put in you. The vibrating increased and you gripped the material across your stomach as if you could stop your body jerking in response.
“Win, please, I need to cum.” You begged as the overstimulation left your body twitching and trembling.
You felt him chuckle against your clit and you shivered at the added vibration before he sucked it between his lips. You could feel the liquid running down your thighs, more escaping every time he moved the egg, and he hummed greedily as he pulled away and licked the rivulets clean. Suddenly the vibrations turned to what you could only hope was the maximum setting because you could not take anymore. You cried out and if it wasn’t for Winter holding you you would have collapsed as your orgasm crashed over you.
“Clench, kukolka.” Winter ordered and you couldn’t not clench if you tried, your pussy was holding tight to the egg that was still buzzing inside you.
Winter’s fingers grabbed the tail and he pulled it, fighting your body to keep it in your cunt but he won, the vibrator coming free, your juices flowing down your legs. You sagged with relief as the stimulation was gone but your head was still spinning as Winter emerged from your dress with a proud grin and a glistening chin.
“I can’t go back out in this.” You murmured as you felt the back of the dress damp where it clung to your legs.
Winter took your hand and wove deeper through the service alley to a private room and you found the second dress hanging in the garment bag. You took it from the coat hanger with a laugh, heading to the bathroom to clean up first. “You really did plan to ruin the dress.”
“I’ll ruin that one too, but it can wait till we get home.”
Your core was already throbbing at the thought and you had to shut the door before you took a seat on his lap and rode him into the couch he was waiting for you on. You had already kept him away from his party for too long, he should make a reappearance before people think he left. You stepped out of the bathroom with the dress held to your chest and he was already rising from the chair with his tongue licking his lips at the sight.
“Do me up?” You asked over your shoulder and shivered as his cool fingers zipped you up and kissed your neck softly. “Will you dance with me?”
Winter nodded but not before you caught his smirk. “First, bend over, you’re forgetting something.”
He opened his palm and your eyes widened at the metal plug that had a large diamond set in the base. “Wiiiiinnn...”
“It’s this or the egg, your choice.” His grin only widened when you bent over and held the back of the chair, the egg was just too much in your current state and you weren’t going to deny his request, you wanted it.
The cold metal pressed to your dripping folds first, making it slick before he gently pressed it to your ass. His free hand massaged your lower back as it met resistance and he pushed just a little bit more. “Relax.”
You exhaled deeply and tried not to tense as you felt yourself spreading for it, stretching enough to steal your breath before the pressure was gone and you felt full. “Good girl. Keep it there for me for the rest of the night.”
You straightened up and you wished you chose the egg as a new wave of pleasure filled you and your eyes widened at how good every step felt. His eyes darkened as he watched your chest rise and fall with your controlled breaths and he knew you were going to be dripping down your legs soon. “Time for that dance, kukolka.”
taglist join form
@jessica11133 @nash-dara@buckyisperfect @itswanktime@slutforsexyseabass@sea040561@gryffindorqueensworld@honeywithemoney @kenzieam@tsnelf7@jmeagin-blog@saranghaey@heavenly-rogers@ashly4@bibibeauelle@wildcat116@glxwingrxse@ymasen@ghostpepper21 @thebuckybarnesvault@hoe-4-sebstan@tailsoflightning @avengershoney@hallecarey1 @tonystarksmutgarden @sunflowerfive @tripletstephaniescp @inlovewithbuckybarnes @kamaria-sweet-writes@mkirk12776 @youngr0se95 @scxrpioscult@ke05 @balekanemohafe@ladiesloveluxury @cjand10 @erinobx @mkirk12776 @buckyspussy @mogaruke @cjand10 @emi11ie @ashly4 @weirdowithnobeardo @sunflowerfive
𝐑𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐍 | 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗎𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝗎𝗆
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | college!rafe cameron x fem!reader.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | cursing, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, slight sub!brat!rafe, slight dom!reader, rafe’s praise kink if u squint, sexual content basically.
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | after suddenly vanishing at the party last night, rafe finally comes across y/n again, in one of their shared lectures.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 | i’m not giving u guys full on smut yet bc i think u guys have to suffer for it first. that, and it would be way too soon. gotta build it up slowly homies <3
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 4.1k.
part zero. next part.
Keep reading
At this point I’m a @fanficimagery fan page.
But I don’t care your fics are to good for me to not share them
The Alpha’s Sister
Imagine coming home for Thanksgiving break and letting your family know you’re moving back home. Life in Beacon Hills ends up being a rollercoaster, but what a fun ride it is.
Words: 9.3K Author’s Note: Um, excuse me.. but how the hell have y'all let me go so long without writing anything for Derek Hale?! I wrote three books, each book having 77 chapters, and not a single imagine for my favorite werewolf. Warning for this..? Some violence though it’s not detailed. And Scott’s pack only consists of his inner circle (Stiles, Derek, Lydia and Malia). I wasn’t a fan of the baby beta or his friends.
Keep reading
This shit is perfection
Hey lovey ! I hope you’re well 🥰
So , I’ve had this thought for a while now . Fake dating to lovers with mafia!Bucky . Bucky needs a date to an event so a mutual friend of yours asks you to accompany him . You’re shy and smiley compared to his big , grumpy personality. In the beginning of the night Bucky is cold , not even looking at you in the car ride while you try to make small talk and he gives you one word answers. You’re hurt but still try and make it look like you’re his girlfriend . As the night goes by , Bucky truly sees you . Your bright smile and sincere eyes , how genuinely sweet and kind you are . He slowly starts falling for you . So he starts making small moves . Putting his hand behind your chair and stroking your shoulder startling you . Putting his hand behind your neck while he’s talking with someone , making you look up at him with doe eyes , which makes him give you a small grin and kiss your forehead while gently massaging your nape . Pushing hair out of your face while you talk , making you stop mid sentence and shrugging his jacket to drape it over your shoulders when he sees you shiver.
Cold Shoulder || Mafia!Bucky
Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fluff, almost handjob in a public place, vaginal fingering. WC: 2650
main masterlist || bucky masterlist || part one || part two
When Steve asked you for help you weren’t quite sure what you expected, it could have been anything from moving house to finding out what flowers to get a girl he fancied. That would have been easier than going on a fake date with one of his other friends ‘Bucky’. If the man was as great as Steve said he was, surely he could have found his own girlfriend instead of having to ask you.
You had already agreed to help before you knew the details, so there you were dressed to the nines for a fancy party in a country club you couldn’t even pronounce. You had been told 8pm on the dot and as the clock in your hallway began to ring its hourly toll a knock sounded at your front door. Steve had described Bucky as tall, dark haired and handsome but the man in front of you was the complete opposite.
“Can I help you?” You asked after the initial shock wore off.
“I’m here to collect a Miss Y/N, for Mr Barnes.” He said politely, almost bowing.
“Oh, where is Mr Barnes?” You frowned as you looked at the blacked out limo parked along the curb. “Too good to get out of the car?”
“Mr Barnes is a busy man.” The driver said diplomatically. “I’m sure he didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I’m sure.” You said with a tight lipped smile and grabbed your clutch before locking the door.
The driver walked ahead of you, opening the limo door and waiting for you to slide into the seat before closing it and speed walking all the way to the front. The man sitting perpendicular to you was definitely Bucky, an air of egotistical authority that might as well have had a neon sign spelling it out. You waited a moment, expecting him to look up and greet you but he continued to type away on his phone as if he couldn’t see you at all.
“It’s nice to meet you, Bucky.” You broke the silence, his ice blue eyes peeling away from the device long enough to appreciate the long slit up your freshly shaven legs before flicking back to the phone.
“You too.”
You rode in silence as the city apartments gave way to brownstones then eventually gated mansions. The perfectly manicured grass of the country club came into view under hundreds of strung lights and you looked ahead at the long winding driveway that separated the golf course from the club. Bucky’s fingers finally stopped typing and you watched the way he twirled his signet ring around his finger and you assumed it was a nervous habit but it looked far too sexy on him.
“Is there anything I should know before we get out there?” You asked as the car stopped under the porte-cochere, the valet already making his way to open the door.
“No.” His answer was clipped yet again as he pocketed his phone and moved to the seat next to you. “Just don’t embarrass me.”
If it wasn’t for Steve being such a good friend to you almost all your life you would have just stayed in the car and asked the driver to take you home, instead you just smiled as the door opened and accepted the gloved hand of the valet. You could feel Bucky’s stare on your ass as you stepped out of the limo, the flash of cameras nearly blinding you in addition to surprising you.
Bucky stepped out as gracefully as you would expect of a man who enjoyed the finer things in life, it was almost hard to peg him as the leader of crime syndicate when he looked like every other old money upper class man. His arm curled around your waist as he smiled for the photographers, your own smile shining bright before he led you through the entrance, dropping his arm in an instant. The cool exterior fell back into place and you turned your focus to the opulent decorations that adorned the grand hall.
Everything was over the top, from the ice sculptures of the New York skyline to the seven foot high champagne fountain that only a few of the taller men, including Bucky, could even reach without causing a catastrophe. You looked longingly at the bar but you stuck by Bucky’s side like a dutiful girlfriend would, chatting politely to other women who accompanied the men Bucky spoke to - wondering just how many of them were real or fake girlfriends too.
A few times you caught side glances from Bucky as he tuned into your conversations and compliments, a small smile curving his lips as you expertly deflected questions away about your ‘relationship’ without actually answering them. The more you spoke the more he seemed to pay attention to both you and the information Steve had given him. Bucky hadn’t believed what Steve had told him, no single woman could possibly tick all his boxes, but he had to admit his best friend was right. Aside from being beautiful, which he had noticed the moment you opened your front door, you had a kind smile that reached your eyes, a quick wit and Steve promised you knew the rules of the criminal underworld.
You almost jumped out of your skin when Bucky’s arm curled around your waist and your hand came to rest on his chest, mindlessly playing with his button as you tried to remember what the older woman in front of you was saying. Her eyes darted between you and Bucky, her smile intensifying as his hand drifted down your back and she took her leave with a knowing look. A look that said ‘I’ll leave you kids to it’.
“Was I not selling it?” You asked as you turned to face him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you spoke quietly in his ear, looking like any other loved up couple.
“What do you mean?” He asked as his hands locked behind your back, softly swaying to the music the live band was playing further in.
“I almost got frostbite from your cold shoulder.” You said as you rested your cheek on his shoulder and looked up under your lashes, inhaling the unique scent of him mixed with the rich cologne he wore.
“I kinda was a jerk, wasn’t I?” He chuckled quietly and you knew that was the closest you would be getting to an apology from him, honestly it was more than you expected. “I’ll just have to make it up to you.”
His smile sent your tummy into a somersault and you wondered if he was normally this charming or if it was just for you, in the end you decided it didn’t matter, you were just going to enjoy it. He unhooked your arms and kept one hand in his as he made his way to the bar you had been eyeing up and ordered your favourite drink as you frowned.
“Steve gave me a few tips.” He smirked as he took the glasses to the table front and centre of the event.
“I should have known you wouldn’t be above insider trading.” You teased as you took your seat and relaxed as his arm came to rest along the back.
He leant in close as the rest of the seats quickly filled and the music came to a stop, his lips brushing your cheek as he whispered. “There’s only one thing I want to be above.”
Your face flushed and you dipped your head down so he couldn’t see the effect he was having on you, your pupils dilating and lips parted at the sharp intake of oxygen. Your senses were on high alert and you froze as his cool fingers touched your heated cheek before brushing a wayward lock of hair behind your ear. You turned slowly, keeping your cheek to his fingers and relishing the cold touch of his digits, until you found his eyes in a heated stare at your lips.
“Hey Barnes?” You asked as your tongue moistened your lips and he bit his own, stifling a quiet groan. “Are you gonna kiss me or what?”
His hand laced into your updo, probably ruining the styling you had spent a long time achieving but you couldn’t care less as he drew you in closer. His kiss was the embodiment of who he was, it was hard and controlled, passionate and downright criminal. You could barely think, barely remember how to breathe when he pulled away and you saw his eyes wide and wild, ready for more.
Bucky looked at the Rolex on his wrist and groaned as he saw they were needed to make nice and shake hands at the event a little while longer, but all he wanted was to drag you back to the limo and roll up the blackout privacy partition. He had been given a window of heaven and now he wanted you to spread those pearly gates nice and wide for him, and you were absolutely willing. Your hand slipped under the table cloth and came to rest on Bucky’s thigh, slowly inching closer as he draped his napkin over his lap to hide where you were going.
“Steve didn’t mention this.” He said as he shifted in chair and returned his lips to your ears. “He assured me that you were a good girl.”
“I can be good, and I can be bad.” You answered with a sly smile as your palm reached the spot where his trousers were straining to contain his erection, pausing as you teased him. “Which would you like?”
“Bad, definitely bad.” He all but growled before placing his hand over the napkin and pushing your palm along his covered shaft, letting you feel just how long and hard he was for you. “It’s so much better when it's bad.”
Just as your fingers reached for his zip you heard Bucky’s name being called and froze as a stranger pulled his attention away. It was frightening to see an angry scowl fall over his face so quickly but he had just been interrupted on his way to a handjob. Thank god for the dim lights and his tailored suit, they were working overtime to hide the massive bulge that threatened to tear the material at the seams. You thought his reception to you was cold but it paled in comparison to this man’s as he whispered something in Bucky’s ear that he didn’t like. He was quick to recover from the news and held his hand out to you, deciding it was worth the introduction.
“Detective Wilson, this is my girlfriend, Y/n.” Bucky said as he laid his large palm over your nape, gently massaging the tension that the evening had created before placing a soft kiss on your temple.
“It’s nice to meet you, Detective.” You said as you shook his hand, remembering your manners after the shock of Bucky’s affection.
“You too, and please call me Sam.” He smiled genuinely and lightly punched Bucky’s shoulder. “Look at you big dog, finally got a girl. Goodluck dealing with his grumpy ass everyday.”
“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” Bucky said as he rolled his eyes. “What do I even pay you to do?”
“Look good for starters.” Sam winked, testing to see how serious Bucky was and given the way he pulled you closer to his side showed some serious possessiveness he hadn’t seen before. “I’m playing, boss, don’t start pouring concrete in my boots yet.”
The thought seemed to pass Bucky’s mind and Sam gave a quick wave as he backed away, his tan leather coat lifting enough to see the gun in a holster at his hip.
“He seems too nice to be a dirty cop.” You mentioned as you looked back at the retreating figure, a fond smile playing on your lips.
“Looks can be deceiving, after all, I thought you were too nice to be dirty and you surprised me.” He checked his watch again and the scowl returned as time seemed to be ticking by too slowly. He could control a lot of things in the city but time was not one of them, so with a huff he pushed your seat in as you sat down and joined you once again. “An hour, doll, then we can cut out early.”
You smiled sweetly as you batted your eyelashes at him with innocent charm. “And go where?”
He almost bit straight through his lip as he looked at your doe eyes, the beautiful sight doing things to him a man of his sexual experience shouldn’t do - like damn near cream in his expensive suit for one. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he fired off a quick email to the event coordinator promising a large donation to the charity, his way of apologising for missing the main event. His fingers were like lightning and in seconds the email was sent and he was standing, his chair nearly tipping over with how fast he moved.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asked needlessly as he held his hand out, his thick rings looking cool and inviting.
You placed your hand in his and giggled as he pulled you swiftly to your feet and off towards the exit. You could hear an announcer just getting started as you broke out into the evening air and shivered. The valet hadn’t expected anyone to leave so soon and he rushed out of the station to call Bucky’s driver around while you rubbed your arms furiously.
“Here.” Bucky said as he draped his warm suit jacket over your shoulders and you inhaled the scent you were quickly becoming addicted to.
“Thank you.” You smiled as you turned and rose on your tiptoes so you could give him a quick kiss but he had other ideas.
He stole your breath away as he wrapped you in his arms and shared even more of his warmth with you until his driver arrived with the promise of a warm dark space and a long drive ahead. Bucky didn’t even wait for the valet to reach them, opening the door for you himself before following you in and hitting the button for the partition, the dark glass slowly rising.
“Home, Coulson.”
You assumed he heard Bucky before the glass sealed shut and your tummy was back to somersaulting as Bucky’s hand rose up your thigh, brushing along the high slit as a very different shiver chased his touch.
“You know if we do this, I will make you mine.” He promised as his fingers brushed the lace edge of your panties and you nodded, you knew the rules. “No one will be allowed to touch what’s mine.”
“I know.” You moaned as he pushed the lace aside and ran a finger through your slick folds. “I know how the Cosa Nostra works.”
“You know what Steve let you see.” He countered, his slow strokes enough to distract you but not make your mind numb.
“Steve also thinks I am innocent.” You countered as you wrapped your hand around his wrist and pushed his fingers deeper into your sopping cunt. “And I think we can both agree that is not the case.”
A quiet curse exhaled with Bucky’s breath and the control he had on himself was slipping, he had already slipped up by introducing you to Sam as his girlfriend. Sam wasn’t one of the businessmen he was trying to distract by having a pretty piece on his arm, there was no reason to keep the charade up when he came. Still, Bucky had practically announced his claim on you to the underworld already, knowing Sam would be telling everyone he met about you.
“Fuck it.” He growled before his lips crashed against yours and your hands laced in his hair, greedy for more.
Click here for part two.
taglist join form:
@jessica11133 @nash-dara @buckyisperfect @itswanktime @slutforsexyseabass @sea040561 @gryffindorqueensworld @honeywithemoney @kenzieam @tsnelf7 @jmeagin-blog @saranghaey @heavenly-rogers @ashly4 @bibibeauelle @wildcat116 @glxwingrxse @ymasen @thebuckybarnesvault @hoe-4-sebstan @tailsoflightning @avengershoney @hallecarey1 @tonystarksmutgarden @sunflowerfive @tripletstephaniescp @inlovewithbuckybarnes @kamaria-sweet-writes @mkirk12776 @youngr0se95 @scxrpioscult @ke05 @balekanemohafe @ladiesloveluxury @cjand10 @buckyspussy @mogaruke @tenpointsforbucky @matchat3a @prk1990 @misshale21 @pono-pura-vida @buckyisguiltypleasure @thrxshsxbbxth @rachellovesloki @ashenc-blog
Ooooh god next chapter is going to be AMMAAZING
Enamored [46] - Vices and Virtues
A.N: Last 2 chapters!❤ I hope you’ll like this one my loves, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤
Summary: Good things come to those who wait.
Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of pregnancy.
Word Count: 4300
Series Masterlist
In all honesty, this plan seemed easier when it was merely a plan.
Putting it into action though? That was a whole different story.
For the last week, the ton hadn’t stopped talking about your potential divorce and how your marriage was doomed. You knew you were supposed to be happy that everyone believed your deception, seeing that it would work in your favor, and you had managed to convince yourself it was a good thing so far-
Until now.
Keep reading
-
mothsukz liked this · 10 months ago -
sp3ct4tor liked this · 10 months ago -
madelynneb liked this · 10 months ago -
victorian-cherub liked this · 10 months ago -
whoopsbee liked this · 10 months ago -
sonyalubbb liked this · 10 months ago -
tontatantor liked this · 11 months ago -
here-queer-wannadrinksomebeer liked this · 11 months ago -
juicyjuicy64 liked this · 11 months ago -
catsandboobies liked this · 11 months ago -
oscarisaaclover911 liked this · 11 months ago -
silvermoon343 reblogged this · 11 months ago -
user263894730 liked this · 11 months ago -
chubbi-0-0-bunni liked this · 11 months ago -
the-wishmonger liked this · 11 months ago -
lyc0risequin0x liked this · 11 months ago -
sultryvirginn liked this · 11 months ago -
instanteggsknightcreator liked this · 11 months ago -
sweetmoonshine155 liked this · 11 months ago -
dpetunia liked this · 11 months ago -
a-big-ball-of-idk liked this · 11 months ago -
highvelocityimpactmuffin liked this · 11 months ago -
tumdlrnewb84 liked this · 1 year ago -
x209x liked this · 1 year ago -
flyleaf-girl liked this · 1 year ago -
tudiuzun123 liked this · 1 year ago -
natrushman3000 liked this · 1 year ago -
unbeatablecurlgirl liked this · 1 year ago -
apesarecuul liked this · 1 year ago -
f1lmlvr liked this · 1 year ago -
gerwigsbarbie liked this · 1 year ago -
navreads reblogged this · 1 year ago -
burningthr0ughyou liked this · 1 year ago -
boneymilkshake liked this · 1 year ago
-
sayras-blogg liked this · 1 year ago -
iolaussharpe-24 liked this · 1 year ago -
key--smash liked this · 1 year ago -
commoncurtains liked this · 1 year ago -
fandomcitysstuff liked this · 1 year ago -
clemdango04 reblogged this · 1 year ago -
clemdango04 liked this · 1 year ago
-
basicalyrandom reblogged this · 1 year ago -
basicalyrandom liked this · 1 year ago
-
americanpsychgirl reblogged this · 1 year ago -
americanpsychgirl liked this · 1 year ago
