So, I may or may not have woken up at 3 in the morning yesterday to jot this idea down quickly. I just needed some Bucky smutty smut and I figured maybe y'all did as well. Posted from phone, so sorry if errors.
Summary: Needs have to be met and Bucky isn’t easily satisfied.
I need you. Now.
The text flashes across your screen, pulling your attention away from your computer. It was late, but you were still up working, sitting at your computer desk in nothing but a tank top and your panties. You bite your bottom lip as your heart begins to race. God, if there was one thing that man could do well, it was make you fall to bits with just a few words.
Quickly you text Bucky back feeling the need in you grow.
My place or yours?
Not a minute passes before your phone buzzes again.
Open your door.
Your heart flutters as you jump up from your desk and run straight for your door, not bothering to put on any clothes. Why, when you knew Bucky would be tearing them off you in just seconds.
You undid the bolt and opened the door to see a leather jacket clad mess of tussled brown hair and blue eyes. Your breath catches in your chest as he takes no time in stepping inside.
“Can’t stay away?” You toy with him.
Bucky eyes your body slowly before catching your gaze. “Not when I have an image like this floating around in my head,” he sighs longingly. “If you only knew what you did to me, doll.”
“I can venture a guess,” You breath as you look at him with lust-filled eyes, “but why don’t you show me?”
With a smile and a growl that sent you shivering with anticipation, Bucky immediately meets your mouth with his. His hands find you waist and grip tight as he turns the both of you around and shoves you forcefully up against the door. His body is pressed tightly up against yours and you can feel his arousal against you through his jeans. Super soldier indeed.
You open your mouth ever so slightly so that he can slip in his tongue. It dances with yours so gracefully you can’t help but moan. How did he always taste so good?
He breaks the kiss for a moment to remove his jacket and t-shirt as he no longer wants to contain the heat radiating off his skin. “Be a good girl and tell me what you want,” he moans next to your ear before giving it a nip as your hands roam his chiseled chest.
You move him forward a little to look into those sharp blue eyes.
“Your jeans, undo them. Now,” you give the order as a devilish smirk passes your mouth.
Like a good soldier following orders he unzips the front of his blue jeans, pulling down his pants and boxers just enough to unleash that magnificent cock.
Immediately you drop to your knees and place your lips around the head, a teaser before taking him fully into your mouth. You feel Bucky’s knees almost buckle from the pleasure as a groan escapes his lips.
“God, doll, what a pretty little mouth you have,” he moans to the ceiling. His metal hand finds the back of your head, guiding you further down onto his manhood.
You bring your hand to wrap around the base, helping you with the size of it. Your mouth and hand work in tandem as you suck and stroke the groans from Bucky’s perfect lips.
“God, baby girl, the things you can do with that tongue,” he says, feeling himself slip closer and closer to release. “[Y/N], you treat me too good.”
Bucky’s hips lurch against your face and you know he is close. His skin feels like its burning and he looks down at you as you look up into his eyes. The corners of your lips upturn into a grin as they are still wrapped around his manhood.
“Oh, so close doll…don’t…oh my God,” his words come out through quick panting as he is barely holding on to sanity. A few more simple strokes and Bucky is come undone. HIs steaming hot pleasure is slinking its way down your throat. You make sure to swallow every drop.
Hearing him moan so loud and gutteral made you so incredibly wet. Sighing, you release his cock and wipe the corners of your mouth as you stand up. You can see the glistening beads of sweat that are covering his torso now and smile, knowing you had done this to him. Bucky takes a deep breath and combs his hair out of his face with his fingers.
“So, shall we call it a night then?” you tease him, knowing what would happen next.
Bucky uses his metal arm to pull you close to him as he just breathes. “You know better than that. We are only getting started.”
His metal hand slips under your tank top and, with almost no effort, he rips it in two. The cold metal freezes the bare skin it touches, making you gasp. When did you get so warm? You let the fabric fall off your shoulders and on to the floor. Bucky bit his bottom lip at the sight.
“It should be a crime to hide such a perfect sight,” he growled. “Now, I ain’t leaving’ until I hear you screaming my name.”
It still surprised you how quickly he was ready to go again. If only all of your lovers had been genetically enhanced. In one swift motion, two strong hands are on your panties before they are suddenly on the floor and, coming back to your butt, they pick you up and put you straddling Bucky’s waist. He was already hard again and twitching at your entrance. Screw the foreplay, you needed him now.
“Say it,” he says, “and maybe I won’t make you wait.”
Your hands tangle into his long locks. “I need that glorious cock of yours inside me right now,” you say without missing a beat.
You felt the both of you move as Bucky’s mouth hungrily clasp yours. Without warning your back was being shoved against the wall, his bionic arm the only thing holding you up as it was wrapped around your waist. The sound echoed through the quiet apartment.
Sorry, not sorry neighbors, you thought to yourself.
Bucky moved his lips to your neck and with a thrust he was inside of you.
“Buck,” you moaned out his name, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as you body adjusted to accommodate his girth.
“Jesus, baby, I will never get tired of how good your pussy feels around my cock,” his warm breath fanned across your neck.
Slowly he began to thrust in and out, trying to find his rythym. Soon you were joining him in rocking your hips back and forth. Bucky placed his forehead on yours as you began to pant. The rough wall rubbing on your back mixed pleasure with a little pain in the most tantalizing way.
“Oh, Bucky,” you moan louder this time, “please.”
Bucky knew exactly what you were begging for and lowered his head to your nipple, which was already hardened for him. His tongue flitted around the pink flesh before he took it into his mouth to suck and nibble.
“Yes, baby…yes,” you breathe as your head rolls back to rest against the wall. You could feel that familiar warm growing in your stomach. Bucky picked up his pace.
“So close, baby,” you say in between ragged breaths. “Don’t…stop…”
“Say my name, doll, I need to hear you scream it,” he said as he came up for air.
“Buck-y” you say.
“Louder,” he growls.
“Bucky,” you screamed as your orgasm washed over you. The feeling of your walls closing around his member sent him over the edge for the second time.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he bellowed as he rode out his own ecstasy with you. Minutes passed as you both stayed connected, riding out the pleasure with heavy breaths. Once you both had stopped shakily, Bucky gently pulled out of you and set you back on the floor, kissing you sweetly. You smile satisfied at him.
“So, is this going to be a weekly thing or…?” you pick at him.
He chuckled. “What, you are tired of me already?” He pulls you into him and holds you close.
“Not at all,” you say, “I was just wondering how long I have until we do something like this again.”
Bucky looked around until he found the clock on your wall. “Well, I’d say you have about 15 minutes.”
Sebastian Stan laughing because he was telling a story about your guys’ child.
“It was really late at night, and I just hear these weird noises in the kitchen, so of course, I think the worst and think it’s some type of robber or someone.” Sebastian scratched his head and chuckled. “So, I go out of my room, ready to fight, but as soon as I flick on the lights to catch the culprit, there’s our kid. They’re just standing in the pantry, eyes wide, with their mouth stuffed with cookies.” Sebastian starts cracking up, remembering the moment. “It - it was honestly hilarious. I was laughing so hard that Y/N ran out of our room to make sure I was okay.”
Bucky impatiently waits, his legs unable to stop from bouncing, as he keeps his eyes glued to the hangar entrance. You’d been gone on a mission for a few days now, and even though he’d seen how capable you are in the field, he still stresses when you were on a mission with him to make sure you were safe.
“Are you sure they’re coming?” Bucky asks, chewing on his bottom lip,
“Yes,” Steve reassures him for the 10th time, “The comms are down on the quinjet, but Nat never misses a deadline. She said they’d be back at 2pm, just give them time,”
Bucky nods, Steve’s words having not really calmed him down. As if on cue, the double doors that lead to the hangar bang open. Bucky’s head snaps up and his nerves finally start to fade. He can’t keep the smile off of his face as he waits for you to wander into the compound.
But that’s not what happens. Bucky watches as Natasha slowly walks in, looking like she was in another world. Her eyes were staring straight ahead, but she didn’t seem to be looking at anything or anyone. Bucky’s breath hitches in his throat as he notices her damp lashes and your absence.
When you originally got this mission from Castiel you thought it was going to be solo. Then you found out you had to convince people with already weird lives that they coexist with angels and demons, which is harder than it sounds.
Now, you’ve awaken in a chair with a bunch of interesting characters, to say the least, surrounding you.
“Do you work for Hydra?” the one in the red and gold suit started interrogating you.
“What? Hydra?” you shake your head still feeling a little dazed.
“Then who do you work for then? what do you want?” the one who looked a little too patriotic for the state the country is in said.
You sit up a little more trying to look at everyone else. The once green giant is now a half naked man asking for aspirin while rubbing his head. Blondie over there looked a bit too full of himself for your taste, a live action role player maybe? The ginger looked so amazing that you had to blink twice. The man in front, who you presume doesn’t get to be in front that often, looks like he wants to go home. You take a deep breath.