Beefy!Bucky (x)

Beefy!Bucky (x)

My fan work. Winter soldier.

Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Stay Quiet

Part two to Quiet Down

Pairing: Roommmate!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot: Bucky seems to have wormed himself inside of you(r life) and at the most inconvenient of times.

Warnings: 18+. Smut.

Words: 2,1OO

You might be dead.

If the lightheaded bliss buzzing through your body, your blackened vision and exhaustion is anything to go by, you might just very well be dead. It’s the croak of your own moan that forms the only tether to reality and you only notice the incessant trembling of your body when you latch your fingers into Bucky’s shoulder even further.

A faint whisper echoes through your hollow head “There you go. Gonna make this one last a little longer.”

And boy does he.

Shaking, gasping and clenching as large waves of your scolding blood pump through your veins with your raging orgasm, you feel like the feeling might never stop. Not when he’s still thrusting into you, even when his own arms are close to giving out. Not when your warmth clenches around him like an iron fist with every pulse of pleasure and Bucky is still going, his thick length dragging in and out of you until you’re about to pass out.

“Stay with me. Stay with me.” His voice barely breaks through his whisper, his mouth frantic against your cheek as it takes all of his power to keep going. Which is why you don’t know from where he summons the actual fucking power to snap your thighs further apart and brace himself on his knees to hit you even deeper. Like the aura of him is punching into your ribcage as his sweaty chest becomes heavier and heavier on top of yours, not one part of you not touching.

You can’t stop the fresh wave of slick pooling around Bucky’s throbbing cock when you imagine the tension in his sculpted ass, his back and shoulders rippling with muscles, as he rolls himself in and out of you like his life depends on it. In fact, you vaguely remember him telling you his life does depend on fucking you.

So you stay with him. Because that is the least you can give him in return for slipping into your room nearly every night without your other roommates finding out and managing to blow your mind twice as often. Desperately, your hands slide into his damp hair with trembling limbs as you heave for enough air to choke out his name, the light at the end of the tunnel you were just in finally coming into sight.

“ ‘S good, huh?” He grunts and attaches his forehead to yours. You can almost hear the lazy grin he gives you through his breathless words and you nod frantically, your fate of being thoroughly fucked into oblivion officially accepted by now.

“I know it’s a bit much, but I need another.” He sounds needy. He doesn’t often sound this needy.

“Please, baby.” Definitely needy.

But you couldn’t deny his request if your tried, because this might have been your second orgasm or your eighth, it doesn’t matter. You have yet to experience a feeling as good as being filled to the brim by Bucky, his sweat and breath and cologne all you can smell, his whispers and grunts all your can hear and himbeing all you can fucking feel.

Besides, the head of him prodding and slamming and pounding into your spot over and over is already making you see stars behind your lids and you’re not sure you could find it in yourself to even ask him to stop.

But he slows down. His thrusts become hesitant and you can feel Bucky losing focus, so you will your eyes to pry open, looking at a flushed soldier who’s determination is faltering. And just as you’re about to ask him if he’s okay, you hear your name coming from the hallway.

Carol.

But for the life of you, you can’t seem to figure out what she’s asking from you and the cocky head tilt from the man above you – still inside you – as he realises your struggle to comprehend anything other than his cock still buried to the very hilt and the stretch of him in your abused pussy, isn’t helping your ability to focus at all.

“Did you just wake up or something?” You finally piece the words together and you swallow hard, opening your mouth to let your brain improvise an answer. But just as you’re about to speak, Bucky gives one delicious roll of his hips into you, eyes shimmering with amusement as he watches you choke on a moan.

“Whatdoyouwant?” You don’t mean to sound snappy, but the man slowly retreating from you again just seems to bring that out in you – and you swear it drives him to push you further.

“Jeez, didn’t realise you’re not a morning person…” Is it morning already? “Was just wondering if you wanted to go for a walk.”

Another thrust has your eyes rolling to the back of your head and her question flies out of your head instantly. Throbbing around Bucky as he takes in your face while you try to remember her words, he buries his own face into your neck, a soft and deep chuckle vibrating against your skin as he moves inside of you again slowly. Dick.

“W-what?” You manage to ask, not sure why, since you want the conversation to stop.

“Girl, whatare you doing?!”

You start to panic. But Bucky doesn’t seem to even notice anything else anymore since he has resorted to rolling his hips into you again, hitting your spot with every push as his lower arms lock in around your head to keep balance. He should have known he’d get lost in the game of teasing you.

“Bucky, shit.” You hiss, trying to stay alert, but the unfurling pleasure building up inside of you after the very brief break is coming back to you tenfold.

“I need to sleep some more.” You groan to Carol, trying to play off your pleasure as fatigue and Bucky’s warm chuckle creates a shudder down your spine. So you are listening…

“Careful, gorgeous. Stay quiet.” Bucky warns lowly and gives one particularly long thrust before burying himself into you for a lengthy, warm second. As you are about to release the unstoppable moan that he crushes out of you, his warm hand clasps over your mouth to stop it from happening.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” You hear Carol’s hesitant voice on the other side of your door and you briefly think she might have figured it out. Not that either you or Bucky could give a fuck at the moment, but you rather it be private for a little while longer.

“Fucking hell, Carol.” Bucky grumbles to you quietly “Leave me and my girl alone, for God’s sake.”

Your girl?

That’s when his eyes fall on you and he removes his hand slowly, amusement back in his eyes as he watches your features contort with pleasure. He can tell it takes all of your energy to stay engaged in the conversation and it drives him to keep going. The hand moves from your mouth, drags down your sweaty chest, all the way down to connect with your pulsing clit where he drags two calloused fingers over the little button.

Smirking down at you with shimmering eyes as he drags his tongue over his lower lip, he raises his brows at your pending answer, his voice a soft murmur “Whenever you’re ready, sweetheart, but Carol is waiting for an answer.”

“Yes!” You sputter out “I’ll talk to you later!”

It stays quiet for a while, hearing your heart pound against your flushed skin as even Bucky seems to nearly come to a halt. But when you hear Carol’s footsteps disappear with a few discontented grumbles, both you and Bucky let out a sigh of relief. That’s when soft, appreciative kisses are pressed all over your heated face by Bucky.

“Good job. Good girl.” He praises and keeps himself buried into you as his fingers drag and roll over your sensitive clit. The warmth you feel from his praises spreads a little further than just between your legs, but you’re far too occupied to think of that right now.

You let out a croaked whine at the stimulation and tighten your thighs around his hips, causing Bucky to shush you gently, his fingers not slowing down and still rubbing steady circles. The slow, yet steady pace makes a bubble of pleasure tighten in your abdomen and your breathing becomes heavy again.

“Deep breaths. I want you to milk my cock, okay? Want to come deep in your cunt and I want you to milk me for all that I have, yeah?” He’s breathless, the way he’s buried into you to the very hilt as you quiver and clench around him tightly, making it hard for him to hold out much longer. But he wants to – hold out – hasn’t nearly made you come enough times.

You’re lucky by now your body is trained to obey him, because you are not processing his words in your head anymore, the dull roar of your long awaited high making your brain go fuzzy. A metal thumb traces up the centre of your throat until it tips your chin up and you’re forced to open your eyes and connect them with Bucky’s.

“You there, gorgeous?” There is only a brief hint of mockery lacing his sweet tone and you let out a soft whine, bucking your hips against him softly as your glassy eyes flutter up at him “Yeah, there you are. All sweet and soft for me. All dumb and pretty when my cock is in your belly, aren’t you?”

Another soft whimper spills from your lips and the tightening in your body becomes nearly unbearable, your skin burning with heat and your limbs feeling numb, yet stiff with trembles. A soft peck to your cheek. Other cheek. Your lips, where you open up for him and he sweeps his tongue into your mouth with a deep, appreciative hum. Because he’s right, he’s right in your belly and it’s tightening with every draw of his skilled fingers and every rasp of his voice drawling out the filthiest words.

A deep moan rumbles through your chest and you can’t take it anymore, the fullness of him still buried inside of you even without the friction as he rolls his fingers over your clit and gradually picks up his steady pace. You tug at his hair, tightening around him and deciding to stop fighting to utter another word. If he wants you to ask permission, he shouldn’t have fucked you stupid.

So you let go.

Burning heat unfurls from between your legs and spreads all throughout your body, trembles and twitches making you convulse around him and head thrown back as you force out the cry that’s clawing up your throat. The groan of relief when you reach the very tip of your orgasm, has Bucky thrusting again, his fingers speeding up to make you pulsate and spasm around him wildly, clutching onto him for dear life as he somehow manages to make you drift through your orgasm for what feels like an hour.

That’s when Bucky finally allows himself to crash and he spills inside you with a deep growl, pressing his forehead to your chest as hot breaths glide over your sweaty, cooling skin. Carefully fucking his spent into you until he’s satisfied, he slowly pulls out of you with a hiss, wincing when you flinch slightly and rolling over to your side.

Panting up at the ceiling as both of you come down from hours upon hours of filthy sex, your frazzled brain gradually becomes clearer. A warm, clammy hand strokes your hair from you forehead and you huff with a smile, feeling his burning gaze on you.

“House is clear. We can take a shower.” He mumbles softly and presses a kiss to your forehead.

“I won’t be able to walk for five to seven business days, so I’d have to pass.” You breath out, shivering as the sweat dries on your skin.

Bucky chuckles deeply and nods slowly “I’ll carry you and get you some fresh sheets while you sit in the shower, okay?”

So you let him, scooping you up in his arms and letting the shower get to a nice temperature before he gently sits you down below it. As he grabs the towels for you to use after, you let a lazy smile crawl over your face.

“Your girl, huh?” You tease and you can barely see him smile through the condensation on the glass walls of the shower.

“I was hoping you didn’t hear that.” He grumbles, before peeking into the shower with a hint of delight in his eyes “Didn’t fuck you stupid enough apparently.”

“I was joking, Buck.” You wave him off, dragging the loofah over your sensitive skin.

“I wasn’t.”

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