As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Chapter 8 continues with the slowest of builds, Lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Fluff smut for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Language!, NSFW, French food, Bucky Barnes

Word Count: 3,884

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 9

Masterlist

A/N: To everyone waiting patiently for each chapter, thanks so much, you guys are the best! It has been a crazy time so I appreciate your patience more than you will ever know xX 

This chapter had another part to it but as usual, I got carried away so I split it into two chapters. This may explain some stuff that’s happening in this first part ;)

To everyone sending me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged, THANK YOU! You are all so incredibly AWESOME! Tumblr continues to be a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually- I hope I haven’t missed anyone! Please send me a note if I’ve left you off by mistake.

And always, to my twitter babes: thanks for the support, love and smut ;)

Chapter 8: Dinner and a Show

A wave of anxiety rolls over your body as you exit the limo and walk through the doors of the upscale restaurant. Although you’ve been on countless missions in your past life which involved intimate setups with your mark, this current assignment left you feeling surprisingly agitated.

Mulling it over in your head for the entire drive, all of the possible explanations for this uncharacteristic bout of nerves seemed to land on the same conclusion - James Buchanan Barnes.

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As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Chapter 10 continues with the slowest of slow burns, By now you should know there is lots of dirty talking, Smut to come, Angst, Physical altercation, Fluff smut (smuluff ?) for now, Humour, Swearing, Flirting, Sweetness, Sexual tension, Teasing, Language!, Daddy kink, NSFW, Roller coaster of emotions, Sergeant James Barnes, Cannolis

Word Count: 6,874 (I’m a wordy bitch lol)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Masterlist

A/N:Thank you for all for the great messages you’ve been sending and for all the love you’ve given to The Contest….it has been incredibly overwhelming and very much appreciated.

Mostly though, I’d like to say THANK YOU for your patience because I know I’m the slowest writer ever in this fandom and I really don’t know how you all put up with me. There is a scene in this chapter that was the very first one I imagined for this fic and it took me a long time to get it as close to what I see in my head.

I’m so pleased that this chapter is finally ready to share with everyone who is still hanging in - hope you like it! Please don’t yell at me when you’re done ;)

Tumblr continues to be a bitch with the tags so I’ve done these manually- I hope I haven’t missed anyone but if I did, sorry and please send me a message.

Chapter 10: Moonlight Serenade

The next morning, you awaken early to the sound of your phone buzzing on your nightstand.  Cracking one eye open, you glare menacingly at the screen until you notice a slew of unread texts from Bucky. 

Curiosity overruling the grogginess weighing down your body, you practically launch yourself out of bed to grab at the device.  Tapping the screen to life, you release a slow breath before checking to see just how much trouble you were in after the events of the previous evening.

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As you and the rest of The Avengers test your willpower in an unusual challenge, your attempts to remain Master of your Domain are complicated when James “Bucky” Barnes makes you his mission.

Pairing:  Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Chapter 2 continues with the slow build, Smut to come, Fluff for now, Swearing, Flirting, Sexual tension, Teasing, Dirty Talk, Language, NSFW, Diary Products, Pillows, Bucky Barnes
Word Count: 3,323

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Masterlist

A/N:  To everyone who sent me messages, feedback and requests to be tagged after Chapter 1 - THANK YOU SO MUCH!  Yours were the very first I have ever received and it means a lot.  I hope I remembered everyone and my apologies if my replies got lost in the void (my devices don’t seen to like sending replies) 

To my twitter babes: thanks for the support. I love you almost as much as I love Sebby ;)

Chapter 2: The Morning After

The next morning you wake slowly, head pounding and heavy with a hazy recollection of how the evening ended. Lying in bed, eyes still closed, you search your memory only to find it overloaded with images of Bucky.

The last coherent scene in your head was a rather lively game of pool with Bucky and Steve. You remember Bucky, when he wasn’t busy running his tongue over his lips to distract you, going to great lengths to ensure you had a perfect view of his ass whenever he leaned over to line up his shot. You repaid the favour by taking every opportunity to smack his ass with your pool stick and by bending over the table a little too deeply so that he got an eyeful of your cleavage. Between the flirtatious smack talk and flashing of body parts, you remember Steve walking away, grumbling something about being a third wheel.

Everything after that was a blur except for the vague memory of two strong arms carrying you to the elevator, but you couldn’t be certain if that was real or just a dream. The whole night seemed like a dream, just too good to be true.

A sigh escapes your lips as you begin to replay every single moment spent with Bucky at the party. As you recall the feel of his body pressed up against yours, his metal fingers on your bare skin and how his eyes sparkled with every flirty exchange, your hand drifts to stroke your covered mound.

“Oh God Bucky,” you moan out loud when you feel the wetness start to seep through your panties.

You’re about to slip your fingers under the fabric when you remember - the contest. A frustrated groan rises from your throat as you pull your hand away. Flipping over to your side, you reach out to grab a pillow to bury your head when your hands land on a warm, hard mass.

“Good morning doll.”

Your heart jumps out of your chest.

Screwing your eyes tight, you pray that you’re dreaming.

“Need a hand down there?”

You open your eyes tentatively to find Bucky lying next to you, his hair a tousled mess and his mouth turned up in a sexy smirk.

“You know, it’s a good thing you’re gorgeous or I would have kicked you out of the bed last night for snoring so loudly.”

You bolt upright, sheets falling to your waist. As Bucky’s eyes move away from your shocked expression, you glance down to where he’s fixed his gaze and realize you’re dressed only in a sheer lace bra and panties. Grabbing the sheets, you clutch them to your chest and glare.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed Barnes?”

Bucky props his head up with his arm and subtly raises his eyebrows.

“Well I’ve been laying here for the past hour wondering how I can get you to make those obscene little moans again.”

“OH MY GOD, DID WE…?!” you choke out, eyes widening.

“Did we what sweetheart?” Bucky replies innocently as he looks up through his lashes and bites his lip.

“JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES!”

Bucky grins widely, clearly amused.

“Relax sweetheart, nothing happened.”

But before you can breathe a sigh of relief, he reaches out to trail his metal fingers up your exposed back, making your pulse race.

“Believe me doll,” he murmurs as he traces lightly along your spine, brushing the top of your panties. “When we have sex you will definitely remember every. single. minute.”

You blush deeply, nervously biting your lip as you search your foggy brain for clues. Bucky senses your struggle and starts to rub calming circles on your back.

“Hey sorry, I’m being a jerk.”

He smiles warmly and wraps a reassuringly arm gently around your waist.

“Listen, you had a lot to drink last night and Steve asked me to make sure you got to your room in one piece,” he explains, his voice softening. “He was going to do it himself but you wanted to finish, I quote ‘kicking my ass at pool’ and Steve was too tired to wait around.”

His attempt to mimic your voice in an exaggerated fashion leaves you in a fit of giggles. Feeling a little more at ease, you allow your eyes to trail down his bare chest to the sheets gathered at his waist. You can’t help but wonder what the Winter Soldier wears to bed.

You bring your tongue to your top lip and make an obvious show of examining his backside.

“So Sergeant, is that ass of yours a little worse for wear this morning?”

Bucky throws his head back and laughs. “You are something else.”

“If that’s your subtle way of asking if you won the game then yes, you did,” he begrudgingly concedes while rolling his eyes.

“Man, I thought I was competitive.”

You lightly punch his arm in protest.

“You had better be telling me the truth Bucky,” you warn. “Or I’ll do more than kick your ass.”

“Mmm, my girl likes it rough,” he teases as he slips his hands under the covers.

Before you can fully process the words “my girl”, you feel his fingers pull at the hem on the front of your panties and snap it back in place.

“Bucky!” you scream, eyes open wide in astonishment. “Hands where I can see them soldier.”

Bucky grins and falls back on the bed, hands held up in a mock surrender.

“OK, so that explains how I got to my room. But how did I end up in bed, practically naked, spooning with the Winter Soldier?”

Bucky cocks his head and smiles.

“Well, you started to strip down the second we stepped in the room,” he recalls, eyes glazing over momentarily and a grin spreading across his lips.

“Focus Bucky,” you sigh while discreetly rubbing your legs together to make sure they are shaved.

“Um, yeah, so I left but maybe an hour later you started screaming so I ran back in here to make sure you weren’t having one of your dreams.”

Your body tenses as you search his eyes. He only has to nod.

Head dropping, your voice barely comes out in a whisper.

“Red Room?”

“No…spiders,” Bucky spits out, trying to control his laughter.

You snap your head up in disbelief.

“Spiders?!” you growl as you begin to hit him repeatedly with a pillow. “Are you fucking kidding me Barnes?”

“I swear babe, it was spiders,” he roars as he raises his hands to defend himself from the onslaught.

“Fucking Steve, he kept going on and on the whole night about this stupid show he watched on the nature channel. Your brain must have gotten all worked up.”

“You dreamt that they were all over the bed and you wouldn’t get in until I lay down to prove to you it was safe.”

He grabs your waist and pulls you onto his body in an effort to quell the attack. You freeze as you feel his hard bulge press against your core and you drop the pillow. Arms coming to rest on his broad chest, you drop your head and breathe deeply. He reaches up to brush the hair from your face and tucks it behind your ear.

“I guess I nodded off while I was watching you fall asleep,” he confesses shyly as a blush creeps over his sharp features.

“I usually don’t sleep well but I felt so peaceful lying here next to you.”

His eyes flicker to yours and for a long moment, you share a look of understanding. Heart beating wildly, you find yourself slowly leaning towards him. He smiles and slides his hands up to your neck to pull you in closer. But just as your lips graze his, you’re interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Hey sleepy head, want some coff…” Steve stops mid-sentence when he spots you and Bucky in bed.

“I can explain,” you both shout in unison. As you roll off Bucky, you notice Steve staring at you in a less than brotherly fashion. You quickly cover up.

“Dammit Bucky,” Steve mutters in exasperation. “I asked you to bring her to bed, not get her into bed.”

“Nothing happened, I swear,” says Bucky climbing out of the bed, a pair of shorts hung low on his waist. That answers that question, you think to yourself as your eyes trail down his V.

“You would have heard F.R.I.D.A.Y. if we had orgas…”

Steve holds up his hands to stop him. “Please don’t finish that sentence.”

You and Bucky start to laugh as Steve stands there with his hands on his hips, shaking his head in annoyance.

Bucky puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder and smiles.

“Come on buddy, you know I’m a perfect gentleman with the ladies,” he says reassuringly before giving you a smug, sideways glance.

“Even when they shamelessly throw themselves at me.”

You gasp indignantly.

“Bite me Bucky!” you huff, hurtling a pillow at his head as he’s following Steve out the door.

He pauses to peek around the door frame.

“Just show me where doll,” he whispers with a wink before ducking out to avoid another flying pillow.

You sit there fuming, arms crossed while you settle your breath. “How the hell could you almost kiss that cocky, smug bastard?” you think to yourself. But as the scene flashes in your head, you sigh knowing full well the answer to that question.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed to get up, you spot a glass of water and some aspirin on your nightstand along with a note.

You’re a real pain in my ass when you’re drunk ;) Bucky

You chuckle softly as you reach for the glass and silently curse yourself for falling even deeper.

Twenty minutes later, you groggily shuffle into the kitchen to find Steve at the table reading the newspaper and Thor cooking breakfast. You smile sheepishly at Thor, remembering the effect your little performance with the Mjölnir had on him.

“Good morning my lady,” he bellows. “Can I prepare some waffles for you this morning? There is fresh fruit and something in a can called whipped cream that the Captain assures me is needed on waffles.”

“Thank you Thor,” you stutter. “That sounds delicious.”

“Look, I’m really sorry about last night.”

“Not to worry,” he smiles, before lowering his voice and leaning towards you. “But be forewarned that I will now use my position as an observer to ensure your speedy demise from the contest.”

Steve chuckles from behind the sports section as you gulp nervously.

“Hey Lolita,” teases Tony as he walks in and delivers a smack to your bottom. “Could you please go throw some clothes on?”

“I don’t want Thor touching himself while he makes my breakfast.”

“Fuck off Tony,” you mumble as you look down at the long black t-shirt you’re wearing. “This shirt is practically down to my knees.”

“Who are you getting down on your knees for now,” asks Natasha jokingly as she enters the kitchen with Bruce.

You’re just about to respond with a smart remark when Bucky walks in wearing sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. Leave it to him to make sweatpants look so goddamn sexy.

“Speak of the devil,” smirks Natasha as she grabs a plate of waffles from Thor.

“It is most curious,” observes Thor, his eyes narrowing as they scan your form. “That the shirt you wear this morning should look like the one Bucky was wearing last night.”

Suddenly all eyes are on you and the shirt you had purposely picked up off your bedroom floor that morning and thrown on so you could breathe in the lingering scent. Bucky’s shirt. You look down to hide your reddening cheeks.

“Does it?” you reply nervously, pretending to examine the material. “Well you know, these black t-shirts all look the same.”

Bucky shoots you an amused look as he opens the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water. His eyes travel down the shirt and come to rest on the hem grazing your thighs. Your nipples start to harden as he brings the water to his full lips without breaking his stare, his tongue dipping into the bottle. As his gaze starts to make its way slowly upwards, you quickly turn your back to hide your body’s reaction.

“Pour yourself a coffee and calm down,” you mentally order yourself, arm stretching for a mug that’s just out of reach. As you stand on your tiptoes, the hem of the t-shirt rides up to reveal your panties. You suddenly feel a body press up against your back. A metal arm reaches past you to grab hold of the mug.

“Don’t worry about giving me back my t-shirt,” Bucky whispers into your ear as he grinds his hardening shaft into your ass. “It’ll end up on my bedroom floor soon enough when I rip it off that sexy body of yours.”

You let out a low moan as your hands tightly grip the edge of the counter.

Bucky hands you the mug and walks away grinning.

Talking a deep breath, you quickly pour yourself a cup of coffee and sit down to eat your breakfast.

Beside you Natasha is struggling with the can of whipped cream.

“Here, let me help you,” offers Bruce, grabbing at the can.

“I don’t need your help Banner,” insists Natasha as she tries to yank it out his hand.

There’s a loud swoosh and you look up in time to see a huge stream of whipped cream shoot from the can and shower Bruce and Natasha.

At first, everyone stares in complete shock before Bruce starts to laugh, then Natasha, until the entire room erupts into raucous laughter.

As you turn to hand Natasha a napkin, you notice that all the men in the room have their eyes fixed onto a dollop of whipped cream that is slowly making its way from the hollow of her throat to the valley between her breasts. Nat watches as you tilt your head and subtly roll your eyes in their direction, then back to her.

Her brow furled, Natasha takes the napkin and looks over to where you are gesturing. Spotting her captive audience, she smirks and scoops the whipped cream from her chest with two fingers. As she sucks her fingers into her mouth, Nat’s gaze sweeps over the men until she settles on Bruce. He groans softly when she releases her fingers with a loud pop. Both Tony and Thor swallow hard while Steve’s newspaper begins to crumple in his tight grip.

You turn away to keep from laughing out loud and notice Bucky doing the same. He looks at you playfully, then motions over to the can of whipped cream, before turning back to look at you with a wicked grin. You lick your lips slowly in response and watch as Bucky draws a sharp breath.

“I should go get off,” stammers Bruce as he jumps to his feet, knocking over his empty coffee mug.

“I mean get this off…go wash off the whipped cream.”

He releases a shaky breath and sets the mug upright, leaning on it for support.

“Yeah, ok I’m going to go.”

You watch as he turns to the left, pauses for a moment and then turns right before he rushes from the room.

“Well that was fun,” say Tony dryly. “Okay kids, Daddy is off to the lab.”

“Let’s try hard to not cream over anyone else this morning.”

As Natasha cleans herself off, you and Steve help Thor to wipe down the table and floor.

Bucky meanwhile jumps up onto the counter behind you, quietly eating his cereal while he observes the cleanup efforts.

As you get down on your hands and knees to scrub the floor, you hear Bucky’s spoon rattle against the bowl. Looking over, you notice Bucky looking down at his cereal and muttering under his breath. You ignore him and turn back to finish up.

“You missed a spot,” he mumbles, mouth full of cereal.

You frown as you pull up onto your knees to survey the floor.

“Where? I don’t see anything.”

Bucky shoves another spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“A little to the left,” he mutters, motioning with his head.

You bend back down to wipe the floor in his line of sight.

“Is this the spot?”

“No a little higher,” he answers between loud crunches.

You swipe the cloth over a wide swath on the floor.

“Back up a bit,” he instructs.

“I can’t understand a fucking thing you’re saying with all that cereal in your mouth,” you grumble as you rock back and forth on your hands and knees, forcefully pushing the cloth over a larger area.

“How does it look now?” you ask, studying the floor. “Still dirty?”

“It looks so fucking dirty from where I’m sitting babe,” murmurs Bucky, his voice low and gruff. “So fucking good and dirty.”

You glance over your shoulder in confusion only to see Bucky leering at your ass and biting down hard on his lower lip. Angrily tugging the hem of your t-shirt to cover your exposed panties, you quickly straighten up and toss the cloth at his head.

Cursing under your breath, you ignore the smirk on his face and sit back down at the table. You stab a waffle with your fork in frustration and grab the whipped cream to spray a large helping onto your plate

“You’re not going to eat all that are you?” Bucky says with a cringe.

Making a face, you bring the can to your mouth. Tilting your head back, you open wide and fill your mouth with whipped cream. You down it in one shot and swipe the back of your hand slowly across your mouth, eyes locked on Bucky.

“Don’t worry solider,” you say with a wink. “I never take more than I can swallow.”

Bucky jumps off the counter and discreetly adjusts his sweatpants before he starts towards you. He stops midway when F.R.I.D.A.Y.’s voice comes over the com system.

“Tony Stark has achieved climax at 9:35 am.”

Natasha turns to you with a smirk and rolls her eyes.

“Men,” she mutters before returning to her breakfast. Steve hides behind his paper trying not to laugh while Thor does a celebratory fist pump.

Bucky comes up behind you chuckling and leans over your shoulder. He reaches out and scoops some whipped cream from your waffles. Your mouth runs dry as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips and flick out his tongue to lick them clean.

“Mmm, not bad,” he whispers into the shell of your ear.

“But I bet your pussy tastes sweeter.”

Your breath hitches as he picks up the can of whipped cream and tosses it to Thor.

“I’m going to need another three of these.”

Thor smiles and gives him a knowing look.

“I shall buy you a case.”

Bucky hums in approval as he runs the tip of his nose along your jaw and brings his mouth back to your ear.

“I can’t wait to fill that pretty little mouth of yours after I win.”

He grabs the waffle from your plate and turns to leave.

“Not a chance Barnes,” you yell out after him but he just stuffs the waffle into his mouth and keeps on walking.

“Bastard,” you mumble, shoving the empty plate away.

“So,’ Natasha drawls hesitantly as she gives you a sideways glance. “Are you going to tell me what you and soldier boy were doing in your bed this morning?”

You shoot her a deadly look before turning to glare at Steve.

He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and quickly puts the newspaper down.

“Hey Bucky, wait for me pal.”

He takes one last gulp of his coffee and hurries off, just narrowly avoiding a waffle aimed squarely at his head.

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