24 Days of Christmas: Last Minute Gift Idea*Bucky Barnes x Reader*NSFW
Summary: ‘Giving subtle hints’ for presents & ‘So, you got me an amazing present and I didn’t get you anything because I didn’t know we were doing presents because you’re just a close friend (who I happen to be in love with) and, oh, this is suppose to be a declaration of love. Oh, well, in that case, come to the bedroom.I’ve got a great last minute gift idea.”
Warnings: Smut, NSFW, oral-female recieving, metal arm kink. Hair pulling.
Note- As always, smut is not my forte, please no harsh critisim. I’ve only posted three full on smuts in the past, I’m still learning fam. Umm can someone explain that gif of Seb to me, thanks! I don’t appreciate the HD quality of his mouth.
“That’s a really pretty necklace,” you hum loud enough for Bucky hear, he doesn’t make effort to look at the page of the catalogue on your lap, his eyes trained on the TV; you huff “Don’t you agree?”
He glances down to where your finger pointed to the picture of the necklace, it’s a simple thin gold chain, a gold heart pendant with a little diamond at the bottom of the heart. He gave a shrug as his answer, eyes going back to the TV; you sighed to yourself and go back to flipping through the catalogue.
Since December the 1st you have been subtly giving Bucky hints to presents, you know it’s about the thought but he’s not very good with gift giving, in fact, he actually hates it. This was your subtle way of helping him pick yours; you had sprayed your favourite perfume, shown him the advert for it. Taken him into many, so many, clothing and shoe shops. He remained complacent and nonchalant to everything, perhaps he already had something but something told you he didn’t, it was Bucky after all.
You already had his present, you actually had it since mid-November, after doing a lot of digging and you mean a tonne of digging you had it all together. You had put together a scrapbook; it was filled with his past memories, memories of which he was still trying to grasp onto. You had found stuff that Steve didn’t even think existed, a picture of Bucky and some dame called, Sally she was a USO showgirl and my, oh my, was her letter to him a 50 Shades of Grey experience.
Photos of Bucky and the Howling Commandoes, a very rare photo that was of him and pre-serum Steve at Coney Island, Steve also had that one framed on his nightstand. You contacted relatives of people who may have known Bucky, it was a very long and slow process, but it mattered. It mattered because it was Bucky, he deserved to have all his memories some place, some definitive proof that it was all real.
You hadn’t even put this much effort into any past boyfriend presents. In fact, this was probably the most effort you put into anything since school, Bucky is very important. He isn’t your boyfriend, you wished he was but he wasn’t, you figured he sees you as just Steve’s other friend. You didn’t mind, whatever worked for Bucky, you didn’t want to push yourself onto him and nor did you want to make things awkward. You’re content with your current friendship.
You grinned when you knocked on Bucky’s door, he frowned when he sees you bubbling with excitement, standing in a Christmas sweater and holding a wrapped present in your arms. You extended it out to him, no words just a beautiful grin plastered on your face, and he tentatively takes it from your hands.
He hadn’t picked you up a present, he didn’t really get anyone anything, except Steve and Sam a small little something. He assumed everyone understood, they did, considering no one had knocked on his door and given him a present; except you!
He nimbly ripped the wrapping off as you bounced with joy, his human hand brushed over the cover of the black book, he frowned as you nodded for him to look inside and when he opened it his heart pounded a little faster than before. The present was amazing, card paper with pictures of him from the 40’s, he kept flipping through and was met with images of memories he thought he’d always forget. Always be grasping for but never knowing what they were, yet here they are, it was so thoughtful and beautiful.
Bucky blinked a few times and then looked at you, you grinned and turned the last page, it was a very recent picture; a selfie is what this decade calls them. It was of you and him, you held the camera high up and had, basically, forced Bucky to take the photo with you. You were grinning and he was smiling, it was a rare smile and underneath was written in gold, glittery writing was,
Merry Christmas, Bucky <3 : )
“This must’ve taken hours, days even, to make,” Bucky muttered and shut the scrapbook closed and looked at you once more; you shrugged lightly, looking incredibly innocently, adorable in your sweater. “Why?”
“Because you’re Bucky, my friend and you deserve nice things,” you blush slightly at his intense stare and shuffle from foot-to-foot. “It’s no biggie, I swear.”
Bucky looked from the book to you and back again, he knew how hard it must have been to collect all these photos, to go through all the trouble of doing this. It didn’t really take all that long to connect the dots; he looked at you once more as you fiddled with the hem of the sweater.
“Do-Do you like me?” Bucky stumbled quickly and it was a long pause in the air as you both stared at one another, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights of Bucky’s speeding car and frankly if crashing into you meant he found out you liked him back… well, he’s driving a little faster in this collision.
You didn’t know what to say other than, “Did you get me a present?” in an attempt to shift the subject, Bucky shrugged his left shoulder, not breaking the other topic. “So, what if I did? Can I just have my present; I don’t appreciate you staring at me like that!” You huff and cross your arms, attempting to look menacing but Bucky quirked a smile.
“Well, I kind of need a definitive answer `cause your present isn’t exactly something you can unwrap out in the hall!” He crosses his own arms and leans against his door frame, waiting for your reply, you slump your shoulders and purse your lips.
“No present is worth the lifelong embarrassment of rejection, so, keep it!” You huff and turn on your fuzzy sock heels and begin to walk away, only you feel a strong grip on your forearm, it’s Bucky left hand. He spins you around to look at him, “what do you-“
You’re cut off by Bucky’s lips being pressed against your own; you’re pleasantly surprised and eventually kiss back, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him deeper into the kiss. His hands hold your waist, gripping the sweater tightly and softly lifting it to run his flesh hand up and under, over your back to create goosebumps in its wake. His tongue swipes out and licks the seam of your mouth, which you gladly open to deepening the kiss.
You pull away breathless and stare into Bucky’s eyes, his pupils are blown wide and he’s staring at you with such intensity it makes your shiver, in a good way. “About that present and not being able to unwrap it in the hallway?” You ask staring at his mouth, he grins and kisses you once more before pulling you inside his room.
You walk into his room, it’s airy and clean, for some reason you pictured it messier than this. You turn as he kicks the door shut and stalks to you, arms wrapping around your waist and bringing you in for a heated kiss, all tongues and soft gasps. His human hand travels down your back, taking a handful of your backside, causing you to moan in surprise.
He started to walk, walking you slowly backwards till you felt the bed hit the back of your knees, he tore his lips away from you and pushed you lightly. You fell onto the bed bouncing a little, watching as Bucky crawled up your body and attached his lips to your neck. Biting and sucking marks along your collar bone, you exposed your neck more to him, growing incredibly hot in your Christmas sweater. It was as if Bucky knew of this cause he gently ran his metal hand up the front of your sweater, the cold metal made you involuntarily gasp, he smirked against your skin and softly stroked your ribs with his metal fingers.
Your face flushed when you felt his metal hand palm your right breast, you softly moaned as you felt Bucky slip down your body, his metal fingers pinching your nipple and you let out a high-pitched whine causing a small growl to leave Bucky’s throat.
He pulled his metal hand from under your sweater and gripped the hem of your black leggings, pulling them down your smooth legs, kissing your thighs gently. He pulled them off along with your fuzzy socks, grinning broadly as you looked down at him as he nestled between your thighs, your face flushed pink and lips parted. Bucky gave a wink before dipping down and sweetly leaving your inner thighs with kisses; sucking gently on the soft flesh, lavishing the new bruises with his tongue. Your thighs quivering at the onslaught, he hadn’t even reached where you wanted him and you were already wrecked by him.
Bucky flattened his tongue against you, working the tip back and forth over your clit, ever so slightly. Almost like he wasn’t even touching you at all, his ministrations was feather light, his human arm wrapping around you and holding your hips down. One of your hands fisted his sheets, gripping tightly as he worked you with his tongue, your right hand carded through his hair; pushing the strands out of his face. His plump, pink lips attached to your clit and he sucked lightly, causing you to grip harshly onto his long hair and bite your bottom lip to keep from crying out.
Bucky moaned into you when you kept the grip on his hair considerably tight, almost holding his hair into a ponytail; if you weren’t so close to release you would have laughed at the fact this is the same position men have women in when they receive blow-jobs. He lifted your left leg over his right shoulder and dethatched himself from your clit, watching as he inserted one of his thick, metal fingers into your entrance and working you slowly.
“Oh! F-fuck!” You moan loudly when worked a second finger inside of you, scissoring back and forth as he attached his lips back onto your clit, grazing his teeth softly causing you to shudder. You scraped your nails over his scalp; Bucky released a soft noise sending little tingles through your core and up your body, creating this low burning heat in the pit of your stomach.
You were panting, hard when he shook his head back and forth, you could hear the mechanics of the metal hand as his fingers hit your g-spot every time he pushed them back in. You coil was tightening and everything was enhanced beyond comprehension, your senses riled up, every little touch of Bucky you felt. The sound of him licking and fingering was all you could hear, along with your pants for air. His stubble on his jaw was such a tactile touch that felt amazing against the soft flesh of your thighs and labia.
You groaned his name softly, dozens of times as you trembled with pleasure as he rode you through your orgasm.
He kept softly kitten licking at your clit, watching with lust filled eyes and his fingers slowed their pace, you gripped his hair with both hands a small aftershock of orgasms clenched through you before it subsided and he softly kissed your thighs and waiting for you to untangle your hands from his hair. You let go and let one of your arms drape over your eyes as you tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
“Merry Christmas!” Bucky joyfully whispered as he climbed up your body, hovering over you and he gently pried your arm off your eyes, you stared up into his stormy eyes. “Best present, right?” He grinned down at you.
You nodded a little speechless, instead of answering your hands wove around to the nape of his neck, pulling him down for a gentle kiss and it became apparent at how many layers of clothes Bucky still had on plus your Christmas sweater still on; no wonder you felt hot.
“You didn’t get me a present, did you?” You pulled back and smirked, raising an eyebrow as he tried to defend himself and come up with some story, “you get away with it this year, Barnes! And quick thinking with the last minute idea.” He shrugged with a proud smirk.
“Honestly, best Christmas would be spending it right here with you,” your heart tightened at the sincerity of his words, “also that’s a fucking ugly sweater, take it off, right now.” You pretended to be offended.
Crossing your arms and pouting, “Santa would not appreciate that.” You gesture to the smiling Santa on the front, holding a coke-cola bottle.
“Eating you out with him smiling down at me has ruined Christmas for, at least, four years.” You nodded in agreement and chuckled as Bucky helped pull the jumper off and you helping take his clothes off.
(Again, I am not an expert at anything smut related, I’ve only uploaded three in the past and I am still learning. I hope this is okay, I hope everyone like this, 24 days is almost over… I am honestly, so excited for Christmas! Plus New Year, I have some cool stuff going up! - Rosalee)
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