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Hi! I was wondering if could write a oneshot with FLUFFY AF smut. Like all the I Love Yous and Are You Okays? With cuddles and fluff because I desperately need fluffiness rn. With either Steve Rogers or Bucky Barnes. Thx!!
Characters: Bucky x reader
Summary: Your relationship with Bucky hasn’t progressed farther than the occasional heated makeout… Until one fateful evening when everything changes.
Warnings: SMUT 18+ PLEASE AND THANKS, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), General fluffiness, adorable and observant Bucky (best warning ever), bad editing sorry I did this quickly bc uni papers
A/N: Alright so this is my first time writing smut pls be gentle I am but a novice perv, also THIS IS NOT SOMETHING I DO REGULARLY SO DON’T REQUEST SMUT
When he woke up next to you on that fateful morning, Bucky Barnes had to remind himself how to breathe. His eyes fluttered open, the small patches of sun that filtered through the curtains of his bedroom entered rather unpleasantly into his sight.
He groaned, stretching his arms out widely to the sides until he softly bumped into your body. He’d almost forgotten about last night.
With wide eyes, he rolled over on his side almost too eagerly, fearing his jolted movements might have woken you. He sighed in content and relief when he saw you, still happily asleep on the pillow next to him.
His eyes softened at the sight of you, hair somehow perfectly fixed behind your shoulders which rose and fell with every passing breath. The covers barely concealed your naked figure, the sheets just pulling above your nearly exposed breasts. Bucky sucked in a breath, he’d never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life.
The thing is Bucky had been in love with you for so long now that the surreal image in front of him, of you sleeping peacefully looking like an absolute angel in bed - in his bed - felt more like a dream than reality. He pinched himself gently on the flesh arm and was gleefully relieved to feel the nip of pain on his bicep.
He was only centimeters away from your face, eyes flicking onto every part of you that he so desperately wanted to memorize. Gingerly, and perhaps unconsciously, he reached out a pressed his flesh hand to the side of your face, rubbing his thumb along your cheekbone ever so gently.
You stirred at the feeling of his warm hand, humming contently and whispering out his name with a sleepy smile cast across your features. Bucky swore it was the sweetest thing he’d ever heard, his name through your lips.
In that instantly he was transported back to the previous night, before he’d ended up in bed with you, before he even remotely expected to wake up like this with you.
“Hey, (Y/N)! Didn’t think you were coming out tonight.” Steve’s voice caught Bucky’s attention in the midst of one of Tony’s all too crowded parties.
“Well, I know Bucky would be absolutely lost without me.”
“Easy, you haven’t been together that long.” Steve laughed.
Bucky stared at you, speechless as he gawked at how perfect you looked in the dress you were wearing, how it fit you in all the right places. He had to remind himself to close his mouth.
“Hey Buck.” You smiled when your eyes landed on him.
“Hey.” He croaked back, swallowing thickly as you strode past everyone else and deliberately sat right next to him on the sofa.
You smelled so good, the perfume you were wearing invaded Bucky’s senses the moment you got into position beside him. God, he was convinced that your scent was the most intoxicating thing on the planet.
Ever since you’d joined the team, Bucky’d had this primal attraction to you. He bounced back and forth between wanting to wrap you in soft blankets and kiss every inch of your face, and wanting to throw you against a wall and make you his. Tonight he was somewhere in between.
You smiled up at him brightly, “You seem kinda distracted.” You muttered.
“You look absolutely stunning.” He said, long before he could stop himself.
Your eyes went wide at his comment, “Thanks.”
“God, I can’t believe how fucking good you look.” He mumbled, shifting in his seat uncomfortably.
“No,” He said, looking at you, “I’m not,”
A smirk danced along your lips, knowing exactly what he meant. Your relationship had never stemmed past heavy makeout sessions, yet at least, and you had a sneaking suspicion that that fact might change tonight.
“Really?” You asked.
Bucky half glared at you, knowing he was most likely in for a night of teasing if he wasn’t careful.
“Well, if you make an excuse to get out of here as soon as possible, maybe we can do something about that.”
That was it, that was all he needed to stand up rather abruptly and take you by the wrist, half dragging you out of the party with a stupidly large boyish grin on his face.
By the time you’d gotten back to his apartment, half of your dress had already been taken off, his lips attacked any part of your chest he could find as the soft sound of your moans filled the room.
Your fingers carded through his hair, tugging on it gently and earning a grunt from him. He’d always been a sucker for hair pulling, and it played right into your hand when he had you like this.
Your legs were wrapped around his waist firmly as he pressed you against the wall. He thought he just might die when he heard the sound that came out of your mouth when he ground his crotch into you from this new angle.
The whisper that came out as a moan from deep in your throat make him suck harshly on your neck, no doubt leaving an impressive bruise there as memorabilia for the next day.
He lifted you, moving until he legs hit the bed, where he laid you down and climbed on top of you, removing the rest of your dress in the process.
Raising himself up to get a view of your near naked body, he grunted when he saw the matching set of lingerie you were wearing.
The tug at the bottom of his shirt was a signal, and he knew it. He hadn’t thought this part through yet, about having you see his scar.
You noticed his hesitation, “Buck.” You cooed.
His eyes met yours and he smiled softly at you.
“It’s me.” You said calmly.
“I love you for everything you are.”
Now that he didn’t know.
“Love you, yes.”
“(Y/N)…” He whispered, before his lips came crashing back down on yours, only breaking once when the fabric of his shirt was lifted over his head.
You traced the line of his scar, whispering ‘I love you’s desperately in between feverish kisses.
Bucky’s head was spinning. He’d never felt like this before about anyone, never so completely enamored, never so in love.
By the time your bra and panties came off, Bucky figured he’d died and gone to heaven. Your body was the most blissful, gorgeous thing he’d looked at. Ever.
His pants were off so quickly, he was sure he’d given himself rug burn.
He crawled between your legs, his face mere inches from your heat. You whined out, the anticipation of having him so close building inside of you. He reached a finger forward and gently began circling your clit.
A sharp cry came out of your mouth at the stimulation he was giving you. There seemed to be a way about his movements, how smooth they were, it drove you insane.
The kisses that he trailed up you thighs made your legs shake, your hands reaching forward to tug at his soft locks even more. He took the cue, and latching his lips snugly around your clit.
A high pitched moan of delight made Bucky laugh into you, the vibrations driving even more wild than before. There was no question in your mind that Bucky knew exactly how to please a woman, and he had every intention of taking him time on you.
His name was the only word you mouth could produce, seemingly your brain had forgotten all others. He was the only thing that occupied your thoughts.
He inserted a single finger, still lapping away at your sensitive nub, and began pumping his way in and out of you. His long slender finger curved upwards and hit exactly where you needed him, another low moan coming from you in approval.
A few more kisses were pressed to your inner thighs before he got back on top of you, positioning himself carefully at your entrance. You placed a hand on his chest and looked into his eyes deeply for a moment.
The whole world melted away for a few seconds, the only one’s existing in the universe you were the two of you.
You reached forward and tucked a stray piece of hair behind his ear. Such a small gesture, but one that held great meaning and more significantly, great love.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had the pleasure of loving something quite as much as I have you.” You whispered, words only for his ears.
The kiss that he planted on your lips was enough of his reply, enough of his own version of an ‘I love you’. That was when he thrusted into you sharply, causing a low moan to escape your lips, captured by his kiss.
His movements were slow, but held a level of franticness, as if he might never get the opportunity to make love to you like this ever again. But you would do everything in your power to make sure he did.
“Is this okay?” He asked you, slowing his rhythm in between his grunts to look into your eyes, searching for an answer.
“Yes, of course.” You said, before he began entering you even deeper than being, hitting your spot with every thrust causing you to cry out his name.
His metal hand grabbed at your thigh, lifting your leg up and over his shoulder, his cock enter you at a depth that made you see stars.
“Oh my god!” You cried out, tugging him down by the back of the neck, kissing him desperately.
Your tongues entered each other’s mouths in a frantic expression of passion and he continued to fuck you with love you had never experienced before.
“Fuck, (Y/N).” He grunted.
You could feel your climax building, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long the way that Bucky was treating you.
“I’m close.” You whined, and Bucky knew exactly what to do next.
His metal fingers brushed against your clit a few times, the coldness making your eyes roll back into your head and he slowly thrusted into you deeply.
He pined his forehead against yours, eyes locking onto each other as he felt you begin to spasm around him. His lips pressed against yours again, a soft, barely audible “I love you.” Finally passing through them.
And that was all it took.
Your orgasm came crashing down on you harder than it ever had before, moans of his name and heavy breathing were the only sounds that could be heard in the room.
“Fuck,” Bucky moaned, “Fucking shit, there I am.”
Bucky’s own high presented itself, hot ropes of his cum filling you as he continued to thrust sloppily through it all.
He soon collapsed on top of you, your sweaty bodies sticking together in a comforting way.
You began to trace patterns on his back, little designs and drawings here and there as his arms circled your waist, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“I love you.” He repeated, with a small laugh.
You pressed a kiss to his temple, “I love you too.”
You soft voice broke him out of his trance.
“Hey, doll.” He said, smiling as you opened your eyes to look at him.
You returned the smile sleepily, and snuggled into him further.
“Waking up beside you feels like a dream.”
Those words made him laugh, if only you knew what he’d just been thinking about not that long ago.
Bucky kissed your forehead and wrapped his arms tightly around you, inhaling the scent of your shampoo deeply.
He soon heard you begin to softly snore again and he decided to let you sleep, holding onto you and stroking your face gently, whispering just how much he loved you into your ear, even if you couldn’t hear him.