Bucky Barnes x Reader
Requested by: @maggie-starz
Warnings: nsfw, swearing, sergeant kink
“Princesa,“ you heard your boyfriend Bucky Barnes growl from behind you, “that dress looks absolutely ravishing.”
Currently the both of you were getting ready for Steve and Sharon’s wedding, as he was one of Steve’s best men as you were one of Sharon’s bridesmaids.
The 1-shoulder burgundy dress you wore fit snug across every curve of your body, leaving Bucky wanting more.
“Just ten minutes darling,” Bucky cooed and you shook your head, “they’ll never know I’ll tell them you couldn’t find one of your earrings.”
“No Buck,” you smiled softly and planted a soft kiss on his lips before turning away, “I’m sure you can handle a few more hours. His response was a simple small huff and he followed you suit out of your shared living quarters of the Compound.
The scenery of the wedding was marvelous, wondering how Steve managed to turn the conference center into a wedding recital area, lights strung in every corner, flowers everywhere, tables, and whatnot.
Bucky found it hard to keep his eyes off you during the ceremony, his fingers itching to grab your sides and ruin you entirely. On small occasions you captured Bucky’s eyesight from across the steps while the bride and groom recited their vows, his darkened stormy blue eyes raging as his hunger for you only grew stronger.
You could almost feel the tension radiating off of him, knowing the plates in his metal arm was continually shifting and moving as he gripped his other hand nearly had you clenching your thighs for friction.
He only looked away when Steve and Sharon exchanged the kiss that Bucky himself had been dying for.
The night couldn’t seem to pass any slower for poor Bucky, the tension never leaving him especially as he watched you dance the night away with the other bridesmaids.
As people filed out through the doors, Bucky found himself walking up behind your dancing self, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you flush against him.
“Draga mea,” Bucky whispered in your ear, “let’s leave.”
You could feel his eagerness against your lower back and you nodded, him keep his metal arm around your waist as he nearly dragged the two of you out of the ending ceremony.
Bucky threw you over his shoulder once the two of you were out of anyone else’s vision, carrying you to your sleeping quarters.
“Lubirea mea,” Bucky growled after placing you down on your shared bed, “that dress is gorgeous but it has to go.”
You whimpered softly as his soft lips trailed across your collarbone as he unzipped your dress, pulling it off of you to reveal matching burgundy undergarments that made his mouth nearly water.
“Bucky please,” you pleated almost pathetically for any kind of touch from the super soldier above you, “touch me.”
He undid your bra and immediately attached his chapped lips to one of your pink buds, a small moan leaving your throat as he trailed down your body, leaving kisses everywhere he could.
He looked up into your eyes for permission as he peppered kisses along the insides of your thighs, your head nodding and his metal fingers wrapped around your panties and tearing them as easy as ripping paper.
Bucky’s lips immediately attached to your clit working furiously on the small nub, his tongue flickering and massaging everywhere it could reach.
“Oh Sergeant,” you cried out, “fuck me please I can’t wait.”
He smirked against your skin before pulling away and leaving you with an empty feeling, your core pulsing as you watched his muscles ripple as he nearly tore his clothes off.
Bucky didn’t even waste time looking for a condom as he looked into your eyes for permission once more before pushing all the way in.
Now Bucky wasn’t the kind of man who was vocal when committing such sins before he met you, but now he always found himself letting out soft grunts and moans as he pounded himself into any hole you let him.
He slowly moved in and out of you as you hooked your legs around his hips to pull him impossibly closer. Soon he found himself with his metal hand wrapped around your throat and his flesh hand holding your hips in the air for a new angle.
Your nails found themselves trailing down his sweaty skin, digging into his shoulders and upper back as he rammed you into oblivion.
With the new angle it allowed him to pound into you g-spot, the both of you throwing your heads back as he rutted into you at an almost animalistic pace.
You screamed his name as you came around him and he tried to milk you of your orgasm as much as he could, still pounding into you as he chased his own feeling your muscles clamp around him deliciously, slowing his hips down.
You could feel his back tense as he coated your walls with his hot cum and he remained in you as he bent himself over you as he tried to catch his breath.
When he did, the soldier got up and grabbed a damp cloth from the bathroom, coming back and cleaning you up as he admired your after-glow, your skin radiating like a goddess.
“You’re so gorgeous draga mea,” Bucky tenderly kissed your stomach, “te iubesc”
You smiled softly as he discarded the rag and coming back into bed with you, pulling you against him as he nuzzled his face into your neck, his soft breathing lulling the both of you to sleep.