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c. twentys. she/her. incandescently happy.

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This. This Is What I Like To See. The Way He Was Already Into Her Way Before He Even Touched Her. From

this. this is what i like to see. the way he was already into her way before he even touched her. from the beginning!!!! and he was so pleasantly surprised to see her seated in his bed for the first time. it was just so sweet. my heart is just so soft rn. i mean yes the smut is *chef’s kiss* but the feelings... bro i’m just so soft i can’t explain it.

good in bed

summary: based on good in bed by dua lipa. fwb to lovers, need i say more?

pairing: bucky barnes x f!reader

word count: 2.5k

warnings: smut (!!) MINORS DNI, so much swearing, one (1) mention of miss natasha romanoff, mention of alcohol/being drunk

a/n: i draw a lot of inspiration from music so i was listening to this song and just got the urge to start writing. if you know this song or want to listen to it while reading, i hope you catch the obvious use of lyrics throughout. this is also my first time ever writing smut, and i was very very nervous but @starrysebastians and @pellucid-constellations helped me and gave me the confidence to do something new. feedback is always appreciated, i hope you enjoy !!

“You love to disappoint me, don’t you?”

Bucky gave you a smug look as he pulled his boxers on, knowing this happened every time. “Baby, please, can we skip this tonight?” He sighed and began gathering the rest of his clothes, truly looking exhausted. “Plus, I thought it was my turn to try and break things off.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you flopped back down into the mess of pillows; this was yours and Bucky’s little game. A 1am text, mind-blowing sex, clean up and go. Except one of you always tried to break it off. It varied depending on who texted who, and why they needed the release. But the base of it came down to one simple thing: you were not good for each other. I mean, you drove each other mad; not a single one of your friends would ever believe you all had been fucking at least three times a week for months now. Every time the group was together, you and Bucky were either at each other’s throats bickering or giving glaring looks across the room.

Everyone knew why, they could feel the sexual tension from a mile away. But the two of you were to goddamn stubborn to realize that, so you chalked it up to “he’s a asshole who’ll fuck his way through a bar” and “she’s a frigid bitch who needs someone to actually make her come.”

“You know I can tell when you fake your moans, darlin’,” The look on his face made you want to break his jaw right then and there, “you’re only a wall away. Let me have a night to show you how a real man can fuck you.”

It had started like any other one of Tony’s parties; you had one shot too many, and Bucky’s ego got inflated by the women fawning over him. He flirted shamelessly and you pretended to indulge him until he said something that pissed you off, and Natasha had to drag you away before you got too bold and actually tried to break his jaw.

But that night had been different. Maybe it’s because you drank less, so you were in the middle ground where you weren’t quite sober but not drunk enough to start swinging at the first off-handed comment. Or maybe you were just so damn tired of pretending that it wasn’t Bucky’s face you pictured every time some idiot recruit was brave enough to get into your bed. They were never - and you truly mean never - good. Call it a flaw in that SHIELD training, but every orgasm you faked had the thought of Bucky between your legs, finally being the one to make you come with something other than your hands. That perfect amount of tipsy had you loose-lipped and leaning more into his advances.

“Well Barnes, I think I may finally be ready to take you up on that offer.” The expression on his face may have had you laugh if you weren’t so desperate for him to take you seriously. You immediately have a flurry of doubtful thoughts racing through your mind; maybe he had never been serious, maybe the thought of actually fucking you disgusted him, maybe h-

Almost as if he could read your mind, he brought a gentle hand to your chin and forced you to meet his eyes. “Honey, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to hear that.” He pressed an almost loving kiss to your lips before he took your hand and led you to the elevator.

You were confused. Hooking up with Bucky did not seem like it was going to be so intimate. Maybe he was all talk and mayb-

No, he most definitely was not. The second you were in the elevator he was all over you. Tongues clashing and hands everywhere, washed in urgency. By the time he had you under him in his bed, you were both free of clothes save for your underwear; and you silently prayed that nothing had come off in the hall, because you did not want to provide any kind of explanation in the morning.

His hands tugging at your panties brought you back to the moment, and the look on his face could have made you come right then and there.

He softly spread your legs apart, placing light kisses along your calves and thighs, teasing you, and your hips bucked up just enough to have him place his left arm across your waist to keep you pinned down.

“Uh huh, pretty girl, I’m gonna take my time with you. You deserve to feel all the things you’ve been missing.” And with that he finally made contact with where you needed him most. His fingers rubbed gentle circles on your clit as he watched your head fall back in satisfaction. He could swear that you looked ethereal with the way the moonlight fell over your body.

When his mouth replaced his fingers, and he pushed a digit into you, the moan you let out was nearly pornographic. With all the bad sex you’d had lately, you’d all but forgotten how it felt the be touched like this. The second finger he slid into you had you on the edge, and he could tell by the way you clenched around him.

“Let go, baby. I’ve got you. I promise.” You couldn’t tell if it was the crook of his fingers or his lovely words that finally pushed you over the edge. In the end it didn’t matter which, because you were riding a high you had never experienced before. He held your hips in place until you came down, then placed a trail of sloppy kisses up your abdomen before reaching behind you to unhook your bra. The second it was off, his lips were wrapped around a nipple, and he ground his hips into yours as he felt it harden underneath his touch.

Not wanting to wait a second longer, you reached down to tug his boxers down. And he, too blissed out to even think about stopping you, he helped get them off before quickly hovering his body over yours.

As he slid into you, the air left your lungs, body stretching to take him all in. At your first moan he leaned to whisper in your ear, “I’ve been waiting so long to do this. So goddamn long,” and captured your lips in a needy kiss. It was messy, with tongues exploring and teeth clashing, and it perfectly encapsulated your relationship with Bucky. As his pace became more and more uneven, you reached a hand between your bodies, rubbing quick circles around your clit; Bucky bit his lip watching you, and the sight of your action combined with his fixation on the space where your bodies met had him teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

“I need you to come, pretty girl. I can feel how close you are, come for me.” The coil in your stomach finally snapped and Bucky could feel your walls squeezing him for all he was worth. His words were gravely and filled with urgency. “I’m gonna come baby, where do you want me?”

“Inside me, please. Please Bucky - fuck - I need you to fill me up. I want all of you.” His thrusts were erratic and sloppy as he spilled into you, not sure if he would ever stop. He didn’t pull out at first, instead leaning down to press a series of kisses up your chest and neck before slotting his lips against your own.

As he finally removed himself, he let out a low hum at the sight of your release mixing with his, slipping down onto the sheets. He started to harden again and brought you up, chest to chest, with him. The feel of his warm breath against your ear had chills running down your spine. “I know you can handle another round, sweetheart, let me make you feel good all night long.”

And for the next few hours you learned the full truth of what Bucky had been teasing you about all this time.

And the more you learned, the more you let your distaste for Bucky go. You tried to tell yourself, both of you tried to tell yourselves, that it was just the release of the sexual tension that had been pent up for so long. Because you couldn’t possibly have feelings for each other, no. A tenuous friendship, maybe, but nothing more.

Which brought you back to now, where you were yet again trying to end things for the hundredth time. “Well maybe if you knew me the way you know my body,” the words slipped out of your mouth before you had a chance to catch them. What did that even mean, had you just confessed to thinking of this as more than a teammate with benefits situation? Did he even hear you? With the look he gave you and the immediate rush out the door, you knew he had.

You knew you fucked up, of course you would eventually. That’s why you kept on trying to stop it - what “it” was. But that didn’t explain why he tried the same thing. You couldn’t wrap your head around it, so you took this interaction as a confirmation of the end.

So how were you in Bucky’s bed with his face in between your thighs just days later, feeling higher than you ever had before? When you pushed your way into his room, you thought maybe you could talk things through, figure out just what your words meant, maybe officially end things. But you knew each other too well, better than anyone else did, and you fell into each other’s arms before either of you could speak a word. Because you didn’t know how to talk, but damn you knew how to fuck.

You couldn’t stay away from each other, and you were determined to figure out how he felt about you - really felt about you - because you knew the longer this went on, the more it would hurt for it to finally end. You would think that the past few months would have already made it hard regardless, and it would be hard, but you were pretty good at keeping your feelings in check. Maybe Bucky had been right about you being a frigid bitch. But you could only hide for so long, and your facade was starting to crumble very quickly. You were determined to force both him and yourself to face the truth of your situationship, no matter what the end result was.

Though when a month had passed and you were on your sixth night in a row of sneaking out of Bucky’s room, it became glaringly obvious you weren’t great at confronting feelings you had buried under a mountain of orgasms. As he pulled out and helped you both clean up, he was confused that when he came back out of the bathroom, you weren’t pulling on your clothes to head out the door. Instead, you were sitting up, sheets pulled just barely over your chest, evidently waiting for something.

“You- you’re staying?” His words weren’t harse like you were expecting; they were almost hopeful, and that made your heart swell as you took a deep breath to prepare yourself for your next words.

“I’m done with this, for the last time, but maybe not in the way you think. I’m falling in love with you, Bucky. It’s driving me mad and I’ve never felt like this before. I never in a million years thought I would be in this position, but fuck am I glad that I am. No matter what you say next, I will never regret a second of this. I’ve been more alive in the past six months than I can ever remember, but if you don’t feel the same, I swear I’ll be okay. We can go back to pretending to hate each other, or maybe even be friends, and no one ever has to know. There will be no hard feelings even though right now I’m wishing with everything in me that you feel the same.”

You finally looked up to meet Bucky’s eyes, trying desperately to catch your breath.

The most content smile you had ever seen crossed his face. You thought the anticipation might kill you as you wait for his next words. “You called me Bucky.”

“That’s your main takeaway here?” He was unbelievable, and a goddamn fantastic actor, apparently. Any daydream you had of him returning your feelings was quickly making an exit; you just hoped he wouldn’t make fun of you anymore than this. And you prayed to anything out there that he wouldn’t tell the whole team you were pining for him while he had just been getting a good fuck.

“You called me Bucky. Since the day I met you, it’s always been Barnes, or a colorful array of nicknames. Sometimes James when you’re really trying to prove a point. But you’ve never called me Bucky. That means just as much as you saying you love me.”

“I didn’t say - “

“I love you too. I’ve loved you since that first week when you knocked me on my ass for touching your candy stash,” That had you wearing a very proud smirk, “and I would have been content without any of this, with only being your friend. Hell, that's the whole reason I kept annoying you, just so I could be around you in any way. I don’t give a damn if this is cheesy or cliche, because I love you, and I feel honored that a wonderful dame like you would want to give me the time of day.”

You swear to god that your stomach was doing more somersaults than a session of Nat’s training as Bucky made his way to sit on the edge of the bed, pulling your face towards him the same gentle manner he had the first time he had kissed you. That caress shared more words than either of you could ever say, and you found yourself becoming putty in his loving hands.

He pulled back just an inch, much too far in your opinion, with a small laugh. “You know they already know, right? The team.” The gasp that left your mouth and the borderline terror in your eyes told him that you most certainly did not know. “They’ve been making bets on how long it would take for us to confess, and who would do it. They don’t know that I know; but for some Avengers, they’re awfully loud with their secrets in the kitchen.”

You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so instead you decided to pull his body down over yours, already forming a plan to teach them a lesson about being so goddamn nosy.

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