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Bucky Barnes | One Shot | Abandoned
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x You
Plot: Bucky has left, just like everyone else. But you're just pissed enough to track him down and ask him why he ever dared to leave you by yourself, only to find out the Bucky you know isn't quite there.
Warnings: 18+. Just smut and a bit of fluff.
Words: 3,1OO
Stepping into the club house, you immediately notice the lack of windows, parts of the establishment invisible from the spot you are currently standing in. Men and women in groups playing pool or darts, a few couples getting cosy in the booths situated in the dark corners of the room, and the stench of beer and smoke hanging in the air as a genre of 80’s Rock reverberates through the space.
Lifting your chin as you shrug your leather jacket comfortably on your shoulders, you peer around as casually as possible, trying to appear natural in this setting. The people inside look rough and intimidating, all in their own way. Covered in tattoos, confident looks with hazy eyes and wild hair. You can’t lie, it does feel awfully comfortable in here. No one is paying attention to you and everyone is just here having a good time.
You are about to approach the bar to order yourself a drink when the dim lights reveal more space to you the further you walk, thick wooden pillars dividing your view in fragments. Although, as if like a magnet, your energy pulls towards the one person that led you here.
Bucky.
But not just any Bucky. Bucky with rings and a partly shaved head. A grungy look combined with tenacity and power that make you swallow hard. And it’s like he can feel your eyes on him, because he instantly looks up, his mischievous eyes locking with yours as he give you a smug smile with a dainty wave. That’s when your anger from before comes back to you tenfold.
Who the fuck does Bucky think he is for abandoning you?!
Storming over to him, you watch as he takes another huff of his cigarette and gives a warning glare to the men standing at his table. He straightens up on his chair, turning away from you as you walk up and turning back to his men.
“Just don’t let him get away with it.” He orders, his face deadpanned “Now give me some time to catch up with an old friend.”
The men nod and give you a once over before leaving the two of you alone.
Stepping up to his table, you cross your arms and glower down at him, once again receiving his ever-so-smug grin as he peers up at you, amusement dancing in his darkened eyes. You have to admit he looks awfully good peering up at you like that.
“Old friend? So you do remember who I am?” You spit at him, disappointment evident in your tone.
“You would never make me forget.” He simply answers, clearly loving to get under your skin.
“Biker gang, huh? Back to your roots, I see?” Your words are like venom and you can’t deny wanting to get under his skin as well. You absolutely hate his indifference, the way he talks to you like you’re nothing more than a roadblock, a burden even. There’s an adamant part of you that wants Bucky to show you that he still cares – that he didn’t just get up and leave you to avoid everything at home.
“What roots are you referring to, sweetheart?” He smiles up at you sweetly, not giving away any irritation towards you.
Rolling your eyes at him, you step aside when two men brush past you to reach Bucky’s table. You don’t quite notice Bucky gritting his teeth by the careless men brushing you aside. They slam a large sum of money on the table and grumble something along the lines of ‘it’s taken care of’. The men return back to the other part of the club house and you stare at the money before raising your eyes back at Bucky.
“Your criminal roots.” You sneer “Asshole.”
“Wanda’s corrupted an entire town, Sam is fixing a goddamn boat and Steve has decided to just not deal with this timeline and God knows what the rest is up to. But I don’t get to have a little hobby?”
“A hobby?! Is that what this is?” You slowly step over, your posture domineering and oozing judgement “You just smoke pot, drive a bike and shoot kneecaps for fun? Does it take the edge off, Buck?”
He leans back in his chair after your rhetorical question, thighs spread wide and looking up at your with hazy, yet piercing eyes. A glint of humour shimmers through the thin rim of his irises as he presses the cigarette out onto the damaged table.
You barely recognise the Bucky you used to know. This man is more confident and casual. Instead of deflecting people like he used to, it is like he is a magnet now. Everyone watches him, wants something from him and worships the ground he walks on. And you don’t blame them. The short hair and messy beard would turn you off in most instances, but you can’t help but think it’s the perfect combination of Bucky and his dark side.
He found a certain balance and even though you’re not sure if it is the right balance, you don’t blame him for trying to find it. He is making it work for now and that’s more than you can say for yourself. Bucky is right, no one is dealing with anything properly post Blip.
“Speaking of an edge… Can I help you get rid of yours, sweetheart?” His voice is low and mocking as he cocks his head at you. He must have seen your thoughts running behind the glaze of your eyes. His palm pats his thigh gently “Have a seat. Let me help you.”
You wish you had taken a step backwards instead of forward, because he wraps his hand around your wrist and quickly pulls you in, grabbing your hips as you straddle one of his thighs.
The corded muscle of his thigh rolls over the little bundle of nerves between your legs and tingles erupt in your stomach at the feeling. Bucky drags you in further, your core grinding up until your chest is pressed to his and the thickest part of his thigh is snugly nestled against your most sensitive spot.
Hot breath fanning through your hair as the faint smell of him penetrates the heavy fog of smoke and beer and makes your eyes flutter at the familiarity, you feel his soft lips move against the shell of your ear.
“I can feel your heartbeat, baby…” He grumbles, the arm that is tightly wrapped around your waist to pull you close, moving you so that you grind over his thigh again “How long would it take for you to get my thigh wet, huh?”
You stay silent, trying not to bury your face into his neck and move your hips the way they desperately want to, especially with his goddamn voice riling you up. The throbbing between your legs is demanding attention and every time your clit rolls over his firm muscle, a ripple of lightning electrifies all of your nerves.
Bucky tuts at you in disappointment, sinking his teeth in your earlobe gently as a warning “How come that smart little mouth of yours can’t answer a simple question all of a sudden?”
You hold your breath to avoid sighing at his relentless torture, a sudden tense of his thigh makes you grit your teeth as you stifle a whimper. Gathering all the strength of your ancestors, you press your palms against his chest and pull your face away from his, searching his face as you try to steady yourself before speaking.
“Bucky, you’re deflecting.” You confront him and you see faint flash of something cross his face before his smug attitude is back in place.
“Hmm, I know.” He hums, dipping his face down to attach his mouth to your collar bone and trace his tongue of your smooth skin. Instead of pressing on his chest and pushing off, your fingers curl and grasp onto the worn fabric of his t-shirt.
When his mouth starts sucking at the base of your throat and Bucky raises his leg by tipping onto his toe and grinding his thigh up against you, you let out a gasp of his name. The sound of it makes him clasp onto you tightly, pulling you flush against him and thus forcing your arms to wrap around his neck.
“We can’t…” You stammer and bury your hands into his short hair, your mouth speaking an entirely different language than the rest of your body.
“I’ll decide that.” He grumbles against your skin, the torture of his mouth on your neck not faltering “For now, I like the way you keep my thigh warm. Makes me wonder how warm you really are.”
Once again forcing your hips to grind over his thigh, you can’t fight him any longer as you start to roll your hips slowly, his hands doing nothing more than guiding you as you decide the pace. Your breathing falls heavy and the sounds around you become a blur as all you can hear is the filthy sound of Bucky’s lips working over your skin, especially when he is working his way back up to your ear.
“Shit, you’re throbbing…” He hisses, digging his fingers into your hips painfully hard “Keep going, I can tell you love it – rubbing that sensitive little clit against me like the pent up girl you are. Use me, baby.”
You’d never heard him say these filthy words and it is sending sparks of fire through your body, combined with the tension in your muscles as you work yourself over his clothed thigh. You feel yourself getting closer and closer, your abdomen constricting at the feeling of your impending orgasm and your movements becoming sloppier, more erratic.
Heavily panting now, you gasp for air with your eyes squeezed shut. Soft moans mix with your breathing, but you don’t care who hears. You have only one goal now and that is to come on this man’s thigh. You glide and grind and roll over him, your fingers tugging at his hair and your breathing ragged as warmth flushes your body when all of a sudden, Bucky’s hands still your hips and lock you down.
As you feel your orgasm ebbing away from you, you want to scream at Bucky’s face and claw his eyes out.
Bucky stifles a chuckle at the most deadly glare he has ever received coming from you and reaches up to gently stroke your cheek. You can almost sense a hint of a pout on his lips as he mocks your frustrated state.
“Shh, I know.” He coos and you feel yourself melting and submitting to him on the inside “I just want to stuff you full when you come. Feel you come apart around me. How’s that sound?”
The heavy pulses between your legs intensify and you nearly whine at his proposal, the look on your face almost making him melt with empathy. As much as he loves seeing you all worked up and flushed for him, he loves making you come more. There is nothing he has missed more than that. Pleasing you.
Gently helping you onto your aching legs, he smirks as he takes notice of the tiny wet patch on his jeans, giving you an arrogant wink as he slides his arm around your waist. Dragging you with him to the back of the underground bar, his focus is on you and you alone. Everyone in this bar can drop dead for all he cares.
As your earlier daze falters slightly and the fog in your brain lifts, you are just about to confront Bucky when your words get swallowed by him. His mouth is heavy on yours, desperate and claiming. Hands digging at your waist to pull you as closely as possible and tongue teasing at yours and your lips, you moan into the kiss. Leaving your protests at the door Bucky has just closed, you wrap yourself around him and sigh against his mouth.
A small, startled gasp leaves your lips when Bucky presses you up against the wall, his thigh wedging between your legs again as he traps you. His full, heavy weight has you cornered and all you can feel is him. He is everywhere and he is all consuming, his need for you bleeding into his kiss and his touches as you sink down onto his thigh again, chasing your much needed relief.
That’s when you feel his need against your stomach and you press forward, eliciting a groan from him. He pulls away like you’re on fire and you watch as his chest heaves.
“Get undressed. Now. Or I swear to God…”
…
There could be a fire in the room by the way your skin is flushed, rosy cheeks and clammy skin as Bucky’s warm palms dig into your flesh. You’re hiccupping with your words, choking on air as every time you try to vocalise the immense pleasure you’re feeling, Bucky’s cock drives into you so far it knocks the sense straight out of you.
His thrusts are long and heavy, as desperate and feral as he is for you, he forces his body to roll into yours like he has all the time in the world to make you come. He’s so thick, dragging against your swollen walls and nudging the bubble of pleasure that swells in your lower abdomen.
It’s so good, so good, and deep and hard and full, but all he does is shove you towards the edge and grasping you back just when you’re about to tip over it.
Your nails have buried themselves into his shoulder and scalp, your sweat gluing him to you in an attempt to keep him close, your thighs burning as they squeeze around his hips and your core aching as it pulses around him fervently.
His breathing is heavy against your ear as Bucky tries with all his might to hold out and sate his need to drive you insane.
“Fucking hell, remind me why I left again?” He groans, his next thrust particularly fulfilling as both of you shudder in unison, him resting inside of you for a long second to relish in the feeling.
“Because you’re a dick.” You gasp with an uneven tremble in your voice, throwing your head back against the wall and clenching around him tightly.
Grasping you by your hair and dragging your forehead to attach to his, he gives you a devious smile “You can’t live without me.”
“Bucky. Shut up and make me come.” You sneer, a low moan pushed from you body by a sharp thrust straight into your spot.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Pressing you into the hard wall with more force than before, he drives his hips into you so fast, so deep and so rhythmically that you whimper loudly. Your body tenses and heats up until you feel like you are bursting with flames.
Pulling him closer by wrapping your arms around him, his thrusts become more shallow and sharper, rocking the tip of him against the coil that winds tighter and tighter and tighter until heat unfurls in your body and you tremble in his arms. Eyes rolling back and a silent scream leaving your lips, you flutter around him and sink down onto his cock to keep him inside of you.
Bucky groans deeply as he can’t help but finally allow himself to release inside of you, your aching heat milking him for all that he has.
His face buries itself in your chest and you stroke his hair with trembling fingers, your head falling back as you let your eyes fall shut and slowly regain your breathing.
“I missed you.”
His confession hangs in the air and tears through your heart painfully. You grit your teeth, remaining in your current position.
“Me, or having sex with me?”
His head slowly raises from your chest and he takes your chin to drag your eyes back to his.
“What the hell do you think?”
“I think you forgot about me until I was standing in front of you.” You keep your voice sturdy as you throw the accusation at him, fully convinced it must have been the case.
He gently puts you down, walking over to a nearby sink and helping you clean yourself up before handing you your clothes. You can hear him think, think of a way to tell you that you are in fact correct, but without hurting your feelings.
“Jesus, Buck…” You roll your eyes at the dramatics, getting dressed.
“Shut up for a second, okay?!” He shouts and you clench your jaw, slipping your leather jacket over your shoulders and fixing your hair in a disgusting mirror hung on the wall.
Bucky runs his hand through his new beard in frustration, trying to think of the right words. His mind is reeling, all to figure out a way to make you stay.
“I was figuring it out. I was finally getting back on my feet and then you show up and this fucking gap in my body starts to ache.” He confesses, avoiding eye contact when you turn around to face him. “I was trying to forget you and it worked – only for a second. But then you fucking show up and everything comes crashing down.”
“Fine.” You swallow hard, trying to hide the fact that his words made you feel terribly lonesome “I’ll just leave you alone then.”
“-No!” He quickly stops you, blocking the door “No… I fucking need you. You’re not getting away from me again.”
You flare up, his confession doing the opposite of what you think it would do to you “Are you telling me I’m the one that left? Because if you are blaming all this biker bullshit on me, I will strangle you with my bare hands!”
He sighs and grasps you hips, the ease in which he pulls you into him shouldn’t surprise you anymore. That’s when he presses a soft kiss to your nose.
“As much as I love it when you get all angry and riled up, I’d so much rather you stick by my side.” He tells you, his voice low and warm in an attempt to calm you down. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you to it again “I’ll spend every day making it up to. Get on my knees for you every morning.”
You can’t help the smile that creeps over your lips and you shake your head in amusement “You are incorrigible.”
“That. And I think I am madly in love with you.”
Biker Bucky and his titties
Some early mild NSFW thots.
Bucky thought he was an ass man before he met you, but after he saw you, all of you, he decided he couldn't pick one part of your body that he loves more than the other. He thinks your perfect; your face, your smile, your laugh, pretty girl, your tits, your soft belly and thighs, he loves every single inch of you. Unconditionally.
If Bucky had his way, the two of you would leave your warm, comfortable bed, he could spend a lifetime with you and it still wouldn't be enough for him.
Bucky's hovering over you, his weight supported on one arm, his hips flush against yours. You woke up with his hand under your tank top, holding your tit, his bearded chin on your shoulder and before you could yawn out a good morning, he had you on your back, his rapt gaze on your chest as he ripped the thin shirt off of you.
You contemplated berating your biker for destroying more of your clothing until you realized it was his shirt. Fuck it, you thought, preening under his lustful stare. You still aren't used to the way his slate grey eyes drink you in like you're his favorite thing in the world.
Wrapping your legs around him, you let out a chuckle when he drops his face to your chest, his lips brushing over your taut nipple.
"Mine," he murmurs, sucking it into his warm, wet mouth.
"Good morning to you too, James," you say, running your hand across his short hair.
"G'morning titties," he cheekily replies, his muffled voice rumbles across your chest.
Did he just say...no he did not. Your eyes snap down meeting his and your man raises an eyebrow, he continuing to worship your breast without blinking, his gaze unrepentant.
You blink once, twice, lips pursed in disbelief. He scrapes his teeth across your pebbled peak and your clit pulses in response, the urge to moan overtakes your shock at his brazen greeting.
Damn his mouth should be illegal, how he does manage to turn you inside out with a single flick of his tongue?
His massive hand sweeps up your belly, his cold rings leaving a trail of goosebumps scattered across your skin.
Grabbing his broad, muscular shoulder, you shiver as he rolls his tongue reverently yet obscenely over your other nipple. The sharp sensations pulsate through your veins, you want to clench your thighs to relieve the ache but you can't, his thighs are wedged between yours. Fuck he has you so turned on, you need him to lower his hips a little more so you can grind on him.
Bucky is oblivious to your growing desperation, too lost in the feel of your skin on his, relishing in how soft you are, so damn pretty and sweet he can barely stand it.
"All fucking mine," he whispers, his breath brushing over your sensitive skin, each kiss and lap of his tongue tugs at your belly, creating a pool of heat inside you.
"Bucky you already claimed my pussy, you are not claiming my tits," you chide, unable to keep the mirth out of your tone.
Bucky scoffs, moving to his elbows he takes your breasts in both hands, squeezing firmly while he gives you an incredulous look.
"Excuse you gorgeous, I was having a private moment with my girls-" he starts, his lips tugging upward at the sound of your laughter. "-this is between me and them, don't interrupt us," he retorts gruffly.
Your chest shakes from the unrestrained laughter spilling from your lips and Bucky moans, watching your breasts jiggle.
"You're incorrigible," you gasp out between giggles. Bucky shrugs, that may be true but hes unrepentant in his love for you, his next words confirming it.
"And I can claim anything I want." Bucky rubs his beard across each mound, rolling your nipples between his thick, calloused fingers. He cants his head back, his blue eyes grazing over your face.
"You stole my heart right out of my chest, so I'm taking your pretty body in return and besides this-" he declares, his voice deepening as he presses his hard cock into your panty-clad cunt, "is all yours gorgeous and you can have it whenever you want. Now lay back while I tell my pussy good morning."
Parking Lot Fun
Summary: Bucky treats you to a special concert in the parking lot. He’d rather make you sing than listen to the band any day.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Word count: 2k
Warning: Smut, public sex, 18+ only, brief mentions of creampies, sexting
A/N: Unbeta’d. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost my work. Even if you credit me. Based on this tiktok. Comments, likes and reblogs are cherished. This is my free space entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021
You can’t take this man anywhere.
At this point you’re tempted to leave him at home, but you know he’s going to follow you anyway, grumbling the entire time until he can get you in his arms.
Or if he stays at home. Well.
That means he has time to think.
And when your man has time to think, that means you’re getting twisted into some new position you never thought possible on your brand new living room rug while he asks you if it was worth it in between pounding the life out of you so damn good you can’t form a coherent thought let alone speak.
Bucky’s been good today.
Which is suspicious. Bucky’s never good. He wasn’t good when you dragged him to your work party. He damn sure wasn’t this well behaved when he showed up at Marcie’s house.
So why is he behaving today?
Suspicious.
The outdoor concert was Steve’s idea. He scored free tickets to the nearly soldout event and invited you and Bucky to join him, his girl, and a few close friends.
The two of you were on time because for once Bucky didn’t rip your clothes off as you were getting dressed. He only smacked your ass while he helped you into his new pickup truck. The entire drive across town, he kept both hands on the wheel, occasionally glancing at your thighs peeking out from the bottom of your shorts before turning back to the road.
But he didn’t make any inappropriate comments. He didn’t ask if you wanted to pull over for a quickie. Nothing.
Not once did he touch you, even when you stretched in the seat, arching your chest up as you groaned. He grinned and turned up the music, telling you that the band sounded even better live.
So Very Suspicious.
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Don't you wanna feel good, baby? I'll make sure you can't think remember anything but my name.
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Summary: You're Bucky's favourite thing to do on a Wednesday night.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, overstimulation, mild dumbification, vaginal sex, bucky being a tease. 18+.
Word Count: 420
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He tastes like whiskey, his firm body pressed tight up against yours as he holds you close, chest to chest. You don't think you'll ever get over how giddy his kiss makes you feel, a slow half-smile creeping across your lips as he pulls away to take a look at you.
"What're you smiling at, pretty girl?" Bucky asks you with a sly grin, his cerulean eyes illuminated by the golden glow of the bedside lamp. His fingers dip between your thighs, and he let's out a low hum of approval at the mess that waits for him there.
You don't have a fucking clue what you're smiling at, too cockdrunk and out of it to do anything but hum sweetly and pepper lazy little kisses across his broad chest.
A shudder rolls up your spine, hips bucking against him as you rub your naked cunt against his semi-erect length. He's already fucked you half stupid tonight and you can feel the afterburn of his rough hands swelling on your skin.
"Look at me," he commands softly, gripping your jaw with a rough tenderness that you're besotted with. You lift your head to meet his gaze, his thumb feathering across your kiss-swollen lower lip. All you want to do is bury your face in his throat and inhale the scent of him, brain fogged over with satisfaction and lust. You can barely hold your head up, and when his calloused hands move to grip your ass, tugging you back onto his cock and stretching you out once again, all you can manage is a pathetic whimper. "You can take another round, baby. Know you can."
You sniffle against his sweat slick skin, your thighs numb from being splayed out on top of him for the past two hours. The sound your pussy makes as he fucks it leisurely - long, drawn out strokes - would embarrass you if you weren't so fucking gone for him. "Wanna stay buried inside this cunt - my cunt - 'til sunrise."
Your fingernails dig into the thick muscles at his shoulders, his teeth latching onto your chin in a playfully dominant move that earns an exhausted little chuckle from your throat.
"Don't you wanna feel good, baby?" Bucky taunts, his feet planted firmly on the mattress as he quickens his thrusts, pounding up into you. Drool oozes from the corner of your mouth as you fight to remain upright. Not that you need to. Bucky's got you. He's always got you. "I'll make sure you can't remember anything but my name."
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Power Over Me
Summary: Bucky has a thing for sundresses, he loves it when you wear them for him. All you have to do is saunter around in his favorite one and he’s willing to do whatever you want.
Pairing: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Smut, Bucky being a 6′4″ menace, sex against a wall.
A/N: Based on a tiktok about sundresses, written on my phone, sinday drabble. This is not the fic about the first time he saw you in a sundress, oh no he was way worse that day.
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Bucky loves it when you wear dresses, you look beautiful in the classic little black but his favorites are those colorful sundresses. The ones that show off your luscious curves, and slide across your ass with every step, highlighting your body in ways the other dresses can’t.
He goes feral every time he sees you in them. It’s safe to say he likes them. More than you like it when he wears his grey sweatpants.
You can get him to do anything you want if you ask him while wearing the one red with the thin gold straps. Granted, he’s going to do whatever you want anyway, but he appreciates the extra motivation.
And he knows, he absolutely knows, what you’re doing when you saunter around the house, wearing a new sundress. Enticing him with your pretty smiles and even prettier eyes as the soft material sways around your hips.
It doesnt matter because he’s always ready to give you anything including the moon whenever what you want. He’s just waiting for you to ask.
That’s the power you have. And he love it.
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