Locked In | Dark!Winter Solder/Bucky Barnes x F!reader

Pairing: Dark! Winter soldier/Bucky Barnes x F!reader Word Count: 1.9k

WARNINGS: I am not responsible for you media consumption. THIS IS A DARK FIC. If you're under the age of 18 or sensitive to dark media DO NOT READ THIS FIC. Kidnapping, oral f/m receiving, p in v sex, non con, dub con, overstimulation.

When he'd taken her, she'd been scared. Fear rippled through every nerve, firing through her as if it were the very blood in her veins but he didn't hurt her like they did. The ones who had brought her into the world, who loathed her for simply existing. A kind hand, yet forceful in a way that he exacted his will on her in the form of giving instead of taking away. When he was angry, he didn't raise his fist at her, no, he would never stoop so low. His anger vibrated through the house in the form of silence.

The soldier… James, that's what he'd told her to call him was quiet normally but his skill at avoiding her when he was upset surpassed anything she thought possible. This time… she'd tried to leave, gotten almost twenty miles before he'd found her. Fist tight in her hair dragging her back to the car as she pled for his forgiveness. Setting the table now… she knew her place, making his own somewhere he could belong; his memory, as she understood it, slipped from time to time. 

What I Want | l.b x f!reader

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x F!reader Word Count: 10.9k Summary: She knows what she wants, and knows what she has to do to get it - nothing will get in her way of getting that ring on her finger. Warnings: p in v sex, age gap ( 12 - 15 years ), anal, oral sex - lots of it, public sex, virginity loss, roleplaying, breeding, throat fucking, hair pulling, pussy job, dacryphilia, somnophilia, harmatophilia, cum marking thigh fucking, daddy kink, oral fixation maybe a lil fluff here and there this is obviously porn.

Her family wasn't well off in Knockemstiff. In fact, her entire family worked a job just so they could get by. Feeding six mouths wasn't easy, and now that her youngest brother was old enough to work - her father had suggested she go out and find herself a husband. It wasn't as if she didn't have her eyes on someone, she knew where her affections resided.  For the last six months, she'd taken quite a liking to the recently elected town Sheriff, even if he was quite a bit older than herself - she found that she didn't mind all that much.

The unattached sheriff was fair game, even if she knew some of the older women had their eyes on him. She was positive she could make him her own, no matter the cost. Today, she planned on making her move, at least the first one. Hair in pretty curls and her sun dress just a tad too short - he'd be hers, hook, line, and sinker.  There were many things she wanted, but being a wife was something that was expected of her, but she accepted nothing but the best. The mayor was married. The mayor's son, seeing someone seriously - not to mention he wasn't very attractive. Sheriff Bodecker had her in a tizzy in the worst way possible, her heart thumping and mind racing; thinking of the things he could do to her. 

She'd make him see, he couldn't resist her - she was sure of it. 

⚠Warning 18+⚠ DNI Below 18

Warnings -> Oral, public sex (kinda), princess nickname, passionate sex.

Summary -> Y/N goes in for an interview, and while getting ready Bucky comes in wanting her.

From -> Experiment R | Bucky Barnes by Patheticfckinfool VIA Wattpad

Marvel Smut Masterlist - Smut Masterlist

We walked into the back of Jimmy’s stage, I could feel the heat coming off of Bucky, he walked with his arm around me, and when Jimmy walked up he had to look up, bucky was a big man, and I honestly couldn’t wait for seeing him next to me on stage. I walked to my dressing room to change into a more appropriate dress for an interview, as I was standing there in my undergarments I heard a knock so I pulled a robe on and opened the door seeing Bucky, he wore a suit. he came in fixing his sleeves and the moment the door closed his lips were plastered into mine, I gasped in surprise but kissed him back, I tried to pull back but he pulled me up and pinned me to the vanity. 

𝐉𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐬

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟔

pairings: bucky x reader

warnings: each chapter will have its own warnings

for this chapter: fluff, cursing, mentions of sex, angst

summary: y/n y/l/n lives in the real world (our world). She has loved the Marvel universe for as long as she could remember. Suddenly, when a universe jumping experiment from the 1900s is unearthed, y/n is one of the billions to volunteer. After miraculously securing a place, y/n trains for years, non-stop. When she finally gets her chance and it all goes wrong will she be able to adapt or will it all come crashing down?

a/n: engagement on this series is kinda low, so lmk if you want me to continue it xx

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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐁𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐢𝐢)

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐖𝐒 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑𝟕𝟎𝟗

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫… 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫.

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.

𝐀/𝐍: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐞, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰!

𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 @suzs-fic-librarylibrary 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬.

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 @flordeamatista 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞!

𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @firefly-graphics

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐲 @maysdigitalarts

Lord have mercy

My name is Bucky.

That's a panty dropper.....he looks so good evil like.

Why Sebastian Stan Should Play More Villains

The woods behind my house were spacious, adorned with a variety of towering oak trees and mystical blue spruces. The rose bushes were always more vibrant in my birth month - their buds blooming a vibrant red as their petals continuously expanded like fatal bloodstains on a lily white dress. The shelter of the trees called to me, inviting me to take refuge underneath the sanctuary that they provided - until one night, when I knew something was wrong.

I bolted upright in my bed as my sheets - such a light shade of pink that they appeared to merely be ivory coated in a delicate blush, clung to my naked body that was sparkling with a thin sheen of sweat. The air I needed to breathe mockingly evaded me as the hauntingly satanic events of my dream flashed to the center of my brain. The most horrific part was - it hadn’t felt like a dream, not in the least little bit.

And, it had occurred in the woods that surrounded my home.

Bare, chilled feet met the icy barnwood style flooring as I reluctantly made my way to the window that hung above my kitchen sink, peering out into the wild that was basked in the silvery glow of moonlight. Not a single sound was uttered, the silence ringing with promise like a bell through the night. It was as if all wildlife had hushed due to an unspeakable occurrence.

The man with the watery blue orbs and a halo of golden hair ruthlessly sank his knife into the body of a goat. He was rugged, dirty, as if he hadn’t bathed or eaten and days and was praying to someone for a sign to set free his wandering soul. There was still life left in the creature when the angel - no, he had to be a demon - ripped the horns of the goat straight from its skull only to have poisonous snakes slither from the mangled, gaping holes.

“Are you my father?”

He had whimpered the words like a lost child - confused and in need of love and guidance.

I wasn’t sure how I found myself standing outside of my front door in nothing but a sheet as the wind tangled its flirty fingers through my dark, messy locks. It was as if I had no control over the direction​ I was going - I was being pulled by a force that had always lurked within me, waiting under the surface of everything I’d ever pretended to be.

All of the paths I had taken in the past, all of the trivial decisions I had made before this very moment no longer held a shred of significance. As my unprotected soles treaded the dirt riddled ground, sharp rocks and twigs harshly digging into the smooth and uncalloused flesh, I could hear the soft cry of a man. I had the suspicion that that cry - encased in pleas and profound sorrow -was truly what has drawn me from my bed like a spell at the ungodly late hour. I had to help him.

Even though I had been gifted the vision of how I would find him, a startled gasp escaped my parted lips at the sight of him kneeling next to the brutally massacred goat within the protection of a pentagram that had been carefully carved into the ground. His gaze, formerly transfixed with the unholiness he had unleashed snapped to fall upon my trembling form. I clutched the sheets closer to my heaving chest as they began to rustle under the influence of the night breeze. Even though the blanket of darkness made it hard to see, I could feel his eyes on me - trailing over my nearly naked body as if he were a starving man and I was a ripened, juicy apple - he knew the moment he sank his teeth into me, my syrupy sweet essence would flow between his plush lips and dribble down his chin with its creamy, bountiful flow.

“An offering?” His voice was dry, cracking underneath the weight of each syllable as if it took him a great amount of strength to even speak.

I knew I should run, but I didn’t want to.

I gave one last look back to my barely visible home before stepping forward to stand just outside of the pentagram. A ghost of a smile flashed over the man’s face, and he unsteadily rose to his feet before steadying me with his waried stare. There was an unsurity about him as he brought his hands up to cradle my pale face, but that promptly vanished and was replaced with something powerful as he leaned in to inhale my scent.

“You smell pure.” It was an observation, but also a hunger filled praise, and when the mysterious man whose face was smeared with dirt and grime claimed my clenched fist and pried my fingers away from the blushing sheet, I let him. It fell away from my body with the gentle, sweet whisper of secrets in the wind, and I didn’t even try to cover my breasts, though my nipples were already erect and aching with an unfamiliar need to simply be touched.

The man uttered a few awe filled praises as his hands promptly claimed my untouched breasts, surprising me when he leaned down and flicked his long tongue over the hard, pink bud. A jolt of electricity went through my body, the pleasurable sensation making me sizzle from head to toe. It was instinctive, the way I arched my back and leaned into him, desperate for his touch.

I tangled my fingers in his matted, blonde curls, tugging lightly as he began to swirl his tongue over my nipple, sucking and even biting before moving on to give the other one thorough attention. My head flew backward in ecstasy as my pussy began to throb with need, clenching around nothing as the creamy white evidence of my arousal dripped down my parted thighs. My lurid mewls of pleasure and this man’s soft slurping sounds as his mouth molded around my nipples were the only noises to be heard, and I soon found myself hurting to be touched at the aching spot between my legs.

I slid my hand down my quivering stomach and was nearly able to rub a quick circle over my clit before he looked up at me with a smirk, capturing my wrist in his hold.

“Do you want me to eat you?” He asked, his soft voice low and see sensual as his other hand unexpectedly dipped between my slick folds, his fingers spreading me apart as he massaged my clit in agonizingly slow circles.

His mouth fell slack in admiration, his eyes lighting up with dirty thoughts as I rocked my hips into him, my moans only growing louder as his pace increased. I latched my hands around his wrist, silently begging him to thrust his fingers inside of me as I grew closer to my climax.

The man abruptly removed his touch, falling to his knees in front of me before reaching out in order to spread apart my pussy.

“Wait - what’s your name?” I breathlessly demanded. The horny devil on my shoulder scolded me for delaying the sweet sensation of a tongue on my clit for even a second.

“Michael … Langdon,” he said, a cocky, lopsided grin claiming his features as he finally dove in to taste me.

His tongue was like heaven, and I lost track of time as my body eagerly swayed into his greedy mouth, my legs obnoxiously spread apart as he lapped at my clit.I had never felt this way before - so horny that I would do anything the man - Michael Langdon - asked of me. I had actually never had a tongue against my clit, before, and I knew that my orgasm would come sooner than I would like. His hands were bruised into my sides in unforgiving dominance as he firmly held me in place while he shamelessly sucked, looking up at me in order to watch my face contort as my sinfully delightful release washed over me.

I could feel my thick cum gushing out of my pussy and dripping down my thighs as I moaned so loud that one would surely think I was being murdered.

“That’s right, baby, cum for me,” Michael moaned into my flesh as I continued to shake.

Michael pulled his mouth away from my center and I squeezed my eyes firmly shut as I basked in the delicious aftershocks of my orgasm. When my lids fluttered open to find that the handsome devil was slowly unbuttoning his wrinkled, black shirt with a fiery intensity in his eyes, I couldn’t help but gulp with the feeling that he had simply been warming me up. I wasn’t sure if I could handle what he was about to offer.

However, it was as if I was possessed by lust when I stepped forward and assisted Langdon out of his shirt. His skin nearly glistened underneath the moonlight, and I admired the way my hand looked as translucent as the wings of a moth against his glowing, tan chest. He observed my actions with evident curiously, his perfectly sculpted face tilted to the side as he clearly searched for answers within my dark eyes.

Hesitantly​, I leaned forward until our noses were touching as I delicately pressed a feather of a kiss onto his lips. The way he stilled beneath my touch caused me to pull away, but just as soon as I did, he laced his arm around the small of my back, pressing our centers together until I could feel the hard evidence of his arousal​ against my naked leg.

“Where did you come from?” His question was spoken in such a way that I knew he did not expect an answer, and a deep chuckle resonated from his chest before he staggered on his feet as if he were about to pass out. The look in his eyes and the gantness of his blood splattered face told me that the first thing he had eaten in days was me.

“Let’s get you in-”

My statement was cut off when Michael’s hands lifted me up by my ass,desperately kneading my skin as he fused his mouth to mine in a breathless kiss. The gentle sweet whisper of leaves in the wind convinced me that my words could wait, and I cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as Michael thrusted my back against a tree, the rough bark digging against my back as my fingers desperately tugged at the zipper of his tattered pants. We were a tangled mess - desperate for one another, and Michael wasted no time in sliding his large cock inside of me as soon as his pants formed a puddle at his feet. He emitted a sultry, guttural groan from between rows of bared teeth as my cum thoroughly coated his shaft, surrounding his throbbing member in my thick juciness as he began to relentlessly pound into me. The sound of our skin slapping together as Michael’s cock drilled into my pussy entwined with our carnal groans and whimpers of satisfaction. With every single thrust, he hit my g spot, causing my pussy to clench around him as I rutted down into his length, desperate for any type of friction against my clit.

“I’m gonna -” Michael grunted as his thrusts steadily became slower, harder as the tip of his dick repeatedly hit a place inside of me that made my back arch and my toes curl.

I wondered who I had to sell my soul to in order to have this man fuck me every day for the rest of my life.

I came apart with a strangled cry to Jesus, my entire body trembling in ecstasy as I drenched Michael’s cock with the torrent of my release. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I dug my fingernails into his shoulders as he began to murmur phrases of encouragement that nearly caused me to come apart all over again.

When my shaking subsided and my stare trained on Michael, once more, I cried out - but for an entirely different reason. His eyes had went from robin’s egg blue straight to black, the skin of his face white with the mask of death as blackened veins spread like spider webs over the marbled flesh.

It seemed as if my fear induced a sense of extreme gratification within him. The demon who was buried balls deep inside of me let out a strained praise to Satan before he stained the inside of my cunt with his sticky, hot seed, the creamy substance flowing down my thighs as I unwillingly reached climax for the third time that night.

This time, my eyes were wide - staring into the blackened, soulless orbs of Michael Langdon as the intensity of my orgasm caused me to practically squirt all over his pulsating shaft.

It was then that Michael leaned in to whisper what must have been a spell against the flushed skin of my neck, his breath fanning over me like a promising evening breeze.

“Per nos ligare animos”

I didn’t have to ask him what the incantation meant, for I could feel my soul fusing with his in an eternal bond that was much more sacred than any kind of marriage. I leaned into kiss the demon’s pale face, but he roughly captured my face in his hands, his mouth molding over mine only for him to sink his sharpened teeth into my supple lower lip. The harsh, metallic taste of blood flowed into my mouth, and I realized with a shock that Michael was lapping at my blood like a starved kitten, his stark white lips gleaming under the stain of the red, macabre hue.

I wasn’t sure what terrified me more - the fact that I had just been fucked like a cum hungry slut by a demon, or the fact that I had thoroughly enjoyed it.

I learned that night that my soul harbored much more darkness than light​.

Give Me Tonight

A/n: please forgive me it’s been a long long time since I’ve written anything, much less posted. All mistakes are my own. Written on my phone.

Bucky x Reader

Warnings: smut, slight angst, soft!Dom Bucky, p in v sex, allusion to oral sex, breeding kink, cheating kink (is that a kink?)

You sighed, looking one last time at your watch.

Late, again.

With a huff you snatched your clutch off the bar and swallowed down the last of your drink. You turned, ignoring the pitying looks the bartender and other patrons sent you only to see someone slide onto the stool next to yours.

“Stood up?” A gruff voice asked.

You looked up and met beautiful blue eyes. The man was devilishly handsome with a sharp stubbled jaw and a dimple in his chin. By the way he carried himself, he knew it too.

“My husband,” you sighed as you crossed your legs and rested your elbow on the bar. You didn’t miss his eyes lingering on your thighs as your movement had your dress ride up your leg.

“He’s a fool,” the man said signalling for a drink. A few moments later a fresh drink was set down for you both. “Did he treat you right on Valentine’s Day?”

You snorted and toyed with your napkin. “Stood me up then too. Chose work over me. I stayed home with our two sons.”

The man clicked his tongue in disappointment. “Did you at least have a nice evening with them?”

“I did,” you admitted. “We built a blanket fort, told ghost stories and had too much junk food. Like Halloween only in spring.”

Your boys loved halloween and you weren’t above recreating it for them just to see their happy little faces light up.

The man laughed heartily and you didn’t miss the wistful look lingering in his eye. “Your husband is a lucky man.” He said softly, confident in his knowledge.

“And can you believe he wants another child!” You turned to him and raised your eyebrows. “I think he wants a daughter you know.” You confided.

“Is that so. I would say bedding you is no hardship Doll,” he practically growled the last bit, his eyes roaming over your body.

You felt self conscious for a moment, you’d had two kids, your body wasn’t perfect like some of the other woman in this bar, and your curves felt a bit rounder than everyone else’s.

“He’s never around,” you turned back to your drink and tried to push your insecurities away.

“Run away with me,” he said suddenly taking your hand in his.

You looked up startled. His eyes twinkled mischievously and his smile had you clenching your thighs together. He was close and the masculine scent curled around your senses in the dimly lit bar.

“Where to?” You leaned in closer pushing your breasts together. The slow jazz in the background seemed to fade, it was only you and he right here.

“Wherever your heart desires,” he said with a soft tilt of his lips. His eyes flicked over your face and you felt your heart thump harder in your chest.

“Smooth bastard. What about my boys?”

“They can come. I’m great with kids.” His confidence pulled you into his web and you found yourself falling more and more.

“They adore their father, they think he built the city brick by brick with his bare hands,” you said smiling to yourself. “And I must say I love him like crazy, but lately I’ve been missing him more.”

His smile was sad, a big thumb reached out to stroke your cheek. You leaned your face into the cool metal of his left hand and let your eyes drift closed for a moment. You imagined running away, starting fresh where no one knew you, where no one could find you. Where you had this man all to yourself. You were sorely tempted to agree.

“He’d come after us,” you said as you met his eyes accepting that you just couldn’t escape your life.

“Yeah?” He asked, his eyebrow moving.

“Oh yes,” you nodded confidently. “He’ll always come for us.”

“Give me tonight darlin’, come to bed with me for a few hours and I’ll treasure the memory for the rest of my life,” he swallowed, his eyes pleading.

You reached a hand out and fixed his hair, moving it behind his ear. “Okay,” you agreed as you slipped your wedding ring into your purse. His eyes followed the movement. “What do I call you?”

“Call me Bucky.”

———

His hands were everywhere; cupping your face, bunching your dress up to squeeze your ass, pawing at your breasts and gripping your waist as he kissed you breathless.

You couldn’t keep your hands off him either, pushing the crisp white shirt from his broad shoulders and tugging at his belt.

His firm stomach muscles jumped when you finally slid your hand inside his boxers to wrap your fingers around his impressive girth.

“What’s that you’ve found, huh?” He teased, his breath tickling your ear. You have him a few slow pumps, twisting your wrist at the head to spread the precum.

His moan sounded more like a whine and you smirked. “Has it been a while,” you asked.

He nodded, and you released him, hooking your thumbs into his boxers to push them down.

”I’ll taste you later Doll I promise, I’ll eat you out until the sun comes up, just- I need you now,” he licked a spot under your ear and you arched your body against his.

Your panties were soaked as he dragged them down your legs and off your feet. Bucky shoved your dress up around your hips and his pants were around his thighs as he pushed into you in one smooth stroke.

You sighed in pleasure, letting your head sink into the plush luxury hotel pillows. Kicking your heels off you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“So wet, you feel so good dollface,” his mouth attacked to yours, his tongue pushing against your tongue. You submitted relaxing into him and letting him take the lead, but he stayed his hips, teasing you with his length.

“Bucky,” you murmured.

He hummed and ducked to suck your nipple into his mouth. You moaned into his neck and tugged on his hair, but he still didn’t move his hips.

“Please fuck me,” you pleaded clenching around him. Bucky raised his shoulders, his hands on either side of your head. He drew out slowly, blew you a kiss and slammed back into your wet channel.

You cried out, your fingernails gripping into his ass as he thrust into you again and again. His dog tags bumped between your tits and you tugged on them to pull him closer kissing him again.

“Oh my god,” you sighed pushing your fingers through his soft hair and stroking down his back.

His cock drove into you relentlessly, and all you could do was hang on and let him control the pace.

“You like that?” Bucky growled into your ear.

“Yes, please,” you panted. Bucky bit your jaw and you cried out. “right there.” You said as his cock bumped your sweet spot.

“Dirty girl, cheating on your husband with me, I’m not even wearing a rubber,” Bucky tugged your earlobe between his teeth. “I might leave a baby in you.”

You sobbed, nodding into his neck begging and pleading incoherent words against his skin.

“What will your husband say? About me putting a baby in you?” He growled. His fingers laced through your hair and he pulled your head back, kissing you harshly.

You were too far gone to respond right away but Bucky was having none of it. His eyes searched your face and he curled his lips back from his teeth when you didn’t answer.

“Doll,” he growled tugging on your hair again. “Tell me what he’ll do?”

“He loves me,” you sobbed.

“Yeah, I bet he does,” Bucky kissed your throat. “I know he does.”

“Please,” you tugged his hair lost now, your lips babbling nonsense. “Loves me, please I can’t - Buck I-.”

He chuckled, the sound almost cruel as he ground his hips into yours and slipped a hand between your bodies. You squeezed his cock in your pussy, overstimulated and desperate to cum. Bucky growled and used his thumb to stimulate your swollen clit.

“Okay baby, you cum with me,” he growled.

You let go, and the coil snapped as relief flooded your muscles. Your body fell but Bucky caught you, his lips against the skin, arms holding you to him.

“Bucky,” you sighed as he thrust several more times before he painted your channel with his spend.

You lay in limbo, Bucky between your legs as you stroked the back of his head and peppered kisses on his scruffy cheek.

“That was,” you sighed as you caught your breath. “I love you,”

“I love you too baby,” Bucky murmured against his lips. “I’m sorry about Valentine’s Day.”

“It’s okay, you were with your boyfriends, they needed your attention,” you teased him. “Where’s your wedding ring?”

“In my wallet,” he said and you raised an eyebrow.

“Keep it in there often?” You asked playfully.

“Only if I’m on a date with Steve and Sam,” he winked.

You laughed, pushing at his shoulder. “You’re heavy,” you complained. Bucky rolled onto his back easily taking you with him. He kissed you as he stroked your hair back from your face. “So what did you do on Valentine’s Day?”

Bucky snorted. “I was stuck in a motel room with the thinnest walls in history and I had to listen to Sam rail Steve all night.”

“It was hardly all night,” you giggled.

“It was all night. Wilson may not be a supersoldier but he has enviable stamina!”

You laughed again, and Bucky smiled up at you, glad to be the cause of your mirth.

“Let’s take a shower and then I’ll make slow sweet love to you,” he said.

“Bucky,” you sighed dropping a gentle kiss to his lips. “Make love to me now. The shower can wait. We have a baby to make.”

“Insatiable woman,” he teased and you laughed into his chest.

Later, as he lay on his belly snoring softly next to you his heavy arm draped over your tummy, you watched the city lights twinkle.

You weren’t upset about Valentine’s Day and he knew that. Days like that didn’t matter when you and he had a thousand moments you could share any day of the year.