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What about neighbor!Bucky offering to help fix something -sink or door has come loose- and he's working shirtless and you're trying to not stare but 👀 "like what you see peaches?" And he proceeds to fuck you so rough your bed breaks and he's just grinning at you "guess ill have to come over and fix up a new bed for you"

⟶ handyman • neighbour!bucky

word count || ~ 1,000 words

warnings || lots of sexual tension, flirting, pet-name [peach], sundress kink [idk, but bucky has it], housewife kink, polite/ good girl reader [and it drives bucky wild], praise kink, degradation & dumbification [slut/big girl words], unprotected sex, breeding kink, bucky makes reader beg, edging, cunt slapping, spit kink [bucky spits over pussy], broken headboard — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || this was a lot and i loved it

“I can’t thank you enough, really, you didn’t haven’t,” you’re gushing as Bucky toes his shoes off and follows you into the kitchen before chuckling.

“How could I let you live on with a leaking sink, huh?” He teases and you feel your chest fluttering at his words.

You show him the damage, a leaking sink with a faucet that won’t work. You’d been meaning to call a plumber, but Bucky insisted that he take a look at it first before he let you spend any money on it.

Plus, having Bucky over was always a treat. Ever since you and your now ex-husband divorced, it’s been a little too quiet at home.

“This just looks like you’re typical leaky sink, Peach,” he comments, the pet-name falling so seamlessly, “it shouldn’t take more than an hour of work or so.”

He smiles, sweetly and kindly as you mimic his smile.

“Let me at least pay you in lunch, okay? I’ve got some fresh baked bread and homemade lemonade that’s too good to pass up.”

He chuckles again, “I won’t turn down an offer like that.”

You let him get to work, grabbing everything you need out of the fridge to assemble some sandwiches before grabbing the pitcher of lemonade and some ice.

Still, you can’t help but let your eyes wander as he works; metal arm gleaming under the early afternoon sun as the fabric of his shirt conceals very little.

“You know,” he grunts, wrench clanging against the sink as he stands, “it’s rude to stare, Peach.”

Oh how embarrassing, you think. Ducking your head down as you shake your head before opening your mouth but nothing comes out.

You hear rustling before you find the courage to tilt your head up, “I didn’t mean to I’m so—“

He swiftly cuts you off, “‘m teasin’, Peach,” he shrugs, “besides, I think I’ve done my fair share of starin’ at you when you’re workin’ in your garden in that cute little sundress of yours.”

You feel a shudder run down your spine as you begin gnawing on the inside of your cheek.

“You could always do something about it, you know.” You suddenly whisper, a glint in your eyes that tells Bucky everything he needs to know as he’s closing in the gap between you two.

“You’ve probably been so lonely, haven’t you? All alone with no one to take care of ya?” He cooes, placing a hand on your hip as you suck in a gentle breath.

“Hasn’t been easy,” you reply, watching him cock his head to the side, “can’t imagine it’s been easy when it’s late at night and that sweet cunt of yours is beggin’ for attention.” Bucky hums, dipping his head down.

You let a faint whimper slip through your lips as you shake your head and feel your knees buckle slightly.

“I know it sure as hell ain’t been easy for me when you’ve been so nice to me,” he’s cupping your face now, eyes locked on yours.

“You’ve been such a good girl, a good little housewife with no husband,” he clicks his tongue against his teeth.

“I might not be your husband, Peach,” he pauses to run his tongue over his lip, “but I sure as hell can treat you like a good little slut.”

You moan, you actually moan at his words as you feel your core aching—begging for his touch.

“Would you like that?” He then taunts, “yes, please.” You mumble, too focused on the burning between your thighs.

He laughs, “such a polite little thing you are, it’ll make my job so much easier.”

You’re spread over the bed not long after, stripped of your dress and lying bare under Bucky as you watch him between your thighs.

You gasp when he slaps your pussy gently, “look at me, Peach.”

His eyes are dark, fingers glistening with your slick as he teases your clit again.

“I don’t want you to forget those good girl manners of yours jus’ because I’m entertainin’ your pretty cunt, understand?”

The authority in his voice makes you shudder as you nod, “yes,” you manage to squeak out.

“Good girl.” He says before diving back in and absolutely devouring you like his last meal.

He doesn’t hesitate to make a mess, spitting over the edge of your mound as it lubes his fingers further before they’re knuckle deep inside of you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever tasted anyone as sweet as you, Peach,” he cooes, “but you’re the sweetest of them all.”

You’re squirming under him, legs pinned by him as you feel yourself on the edge, but he doesn’t give it to you just yet.

“Use those big girl words, tell me what you need.”

You whine, grabbing fistfuls of your sheets, “please let me cum, I-I need to cum, please.”

You’re not beyond begging, feeling yourself so close to euphoria before he’s applying more pressure to your clit, “such a good girl for me, now make a mess.”

It knocks all the air out of your lungs, struggling to catch your breath as you slowly come down and pry your eyes open.

No one has ever made you cum that hard.

You’re being greedy, but you just want more as you pull Bucky on top of you and snake your hand under his boxers.

“Big girl words, Peach, remember?” He taunts as you whine, “fuck, Buck, fuck me please.”

It seems to be enough for him, but you can feel just how achingly hard he is before he’s pulling himself free and pressing his tip into your entrance.

“Look at that tight cunt of yours takin’ all of me,” he groans, bottoming out in you as you relish at the stretch that you hadn’t felt in nearly a year.

He snaps his hips suddenly, not giving you any warning as he grips onto your headboard for balance.

“Feels so fuckin’ good for me, Peach. Gonna make me cum so hard, gonna have that pussy absolutely fuckin’ leakin’ with my cum.”

That’s all you could possibly want as he continues to fuck you as you hear your poor headboard slowly crackling and your bed creaking.

“Cum for me and milk my cock, fuck—need’a feel you squeeze me,” the desperation in Bucky’s voice is more than enough to have you toppling over the edge before he’s spilling inside of you with a guttural groan.

Both of your breathing is erratic and wild still as Bucky looks up with a wild smirk, “well, it looks like I’ll just have to come over again to fix your headboard.”

There was a huge crack, right down the middle, and where he was gripping onto it. It made you giggle, “after you fix that leaky sink, of course.”