Thinking Ab Making My Next Series An Abo Themed One Where Bucky And Reader Are Mates Who Absolutely Hate

I’d let him

Pairing: Jschlatt (Jay) x fem!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Southern Gothic setting, suggestive themes, longing, age-appropriate obsession, minor religious guilt, emotionally charged romantic tension, kissing, not entirely innocent thoughts, suggestive content, TWINK SCHLATT!!!

Summary: You’ve always watched him from afar. Jay, the loud-mouthed boy with bruised knuckles and a laugh that makes you feel dizzy. You’re sweet, or at least you were, before he looked at you like that. Now you can’t stop thinking about him. And worse, he’s finally started noticing you back.

A/N: Hope this ruins you in the softest, most Southern gothic Ethel Cain way possible. 😘 fr though I love this song with schlatt and this plot/setting just screams twink schlatt to me okay- like all of the skinny trashy boys I had a crush on in high school who smoked way too much weed

You saw him for the first time the summer you turned nineteen, when the heat came in thick and slow like molasses, and the pavement outside the gas station bubbled under your sneakers. You were elbow-deep in freezer burn, rearranging popsicles behind the counter, when the bell above the door rang and your world tilted just a little.

He walked in like he owned the place, all long limbs and loud voice, laughing at something one of his friends said. God, that laugh. Big and brash, like the kind of boy who didn’t apologize for anything.

He was wearing a cut-off tee with a band you didn’t know and a backwards hat that barely contained the curls at the back of his neck. You watched from behind the freezer glass, pretending to look busy as he strutted past the aisle of honey buns and beef jerky, jaw chewing absentmindedly on a toothpick like it had done something to offend him.

He didn’t look at you. Not then.

But you looked at him.

And you kept looking.

⸻

Jay wasn’t the kind of boy you brought home.

He was the kind you watched from across the parking lot while pretending to count scratch-offs. The kind of boy your mama warned you about when she told you to keep your legs closed and your eyes down.

But you couldn’t help it.

He was loud and messy and wild in a way this place wasn’t. The kind of boy who’d get in a fistfight for fun and then kiss you in the fallout. He wore his meanness like cologne and spat sunflower seeds at your feet without saying sorry.

You didn’t know him. Not really.

But you wanted to.

⸻

You made a habit of knowing when he’d show up.

His truck would growl into the lot just after 7PM, rattling like it had a death wish. You’d hear it before you saw him, bass turned up too high, the windows rolled down even though the AC worked fine.

He always parked sideways like rules didn’t apply, and strolled in with two of his friends trailing behind him like bad ideas. His voice was always the loudest. Sharp, cutting, dipped in something vulgar and funny.

You kept your eyes low. Played it safe.

But you felt it.

The pull.

The ache.

The heat that bloomed somewhere just below your ribs and spread like spilled syrup when he walked too close, smelled like smoke and gasoline.

And you started dressing different.

Just a little.

Gloss on your lips. Baby tee tucked tight. A daisy clipped behind your ear.

All soft, sweet things.

Things you hoped he’d want to ruin.

⸻

One day, he looked at you.

Really looked.

You were leaning on the counter, chin in hand, flipping through a trashy tabloid when the bell jingled and Jay swaggered in alone. No friends this time. Just him and the thick heat and the sound of cicadas screaming outside.

You didn’t glance up fast enough.

But when you did—

He was already looking.

Right at you.

His eyes dragged over you, slow and lazy like he had nowhere to be. His smirk curled, and he walked right up to the counter, chewing on nothing, eyes half-lidded and cruel.

“Don’t think I’ve seen you before,” he said.

You blinked. Swallowed.

“I work nights.”

“Shame,” he muttered, tapping the counter with a ringed finger. “Guess I’ve been missin’ out.”

Your face burned, but your voice stayed steady. “You want anything?”

He grinned. “Yeah. What’s your name?”

You told him.

He said it once, trying it out. “Pretty.”

You should’ve laughed.

Instead, you stared at the way his lip curled around the word, the way he leaned forward like he was gonna say something awful, something filthy, and you would’ve let him. You would’ve listened to every word.

But he just winked.

Grabbed a cherry soda from the fridge and left a crumpled dollar on the counter.

No change.

No goodbye.

You watched him walk out into the heat, long and golden and made of sharp edges.

You didn’t breathe for a whole minute.

⸻

You started writing about him in your journal.

Nothing serious.

Just little things.

Like the way he scratched the back of his neck when he was bored. Or how he always seemed to know when someone was watching him and looked smug about it. You wrote down the songs he played when his truck idled in the lot. You imagined what his voice would sound like in your bedroom, saying things you weren’t supposed to want to hear.

You didn’t love him.

You just wanted to kiss him so hard your teeth ached.

You just wanted to be his, even if only for a night.

⸻

Two weeks later, he showed up again.

This time, he leaned on the counter and said, “You ever been out to the creek?”

You blinked. “What creek?”

“The one past Miller’s farm. Little spot with the rope swing.” He smiled like he knew you wouldn’t say no. “You should come.

You didn’t ask why.

You just nodded, heart jackhammering against your ribs

.

“Tonight,” he said. “Ten sharp. Don’t be late.”

And just like that, you were his.

⸻

You told your mama you were staying at a friend’s.

Put on your shortest skirt. Slicked on lip gloss that tasted like strawberries and sin. Walked barefoot down the gravel path until his headlights found you.

He didn’t say hi.

Just opened the passenger door and looked you over like he’d won something.

You climbed in, silent and sweating.

The cab smelled like sweat and spearmint and a boy who never cared what time it was.

He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting just a little too close to your thigh.

The radio played something low and slurred, and he tapped the beat on his knee like he didn’t even notice you were staring at his hands.

You were.

You couldn’t stop.

⸻

The creek was quiet.

Moonlight hit the water in soft ribbons, and the trees whispered secrets to the wind.

He cut the engine and leaned back in his seat, one arm slung lazily behind your headrest.

“You’re quiet,” he said.

You shrugged.

“Nervous?”

“No.”

“Liar.”

You glanced at him.

His eyes glittered in the dark.

He grinned.

“You watch me a lot,” he said.

You froze.

“What?”

“Don’t play dumb. You think I didn’t notice? Thought it was cute.”

You looked away, heat crawling up your neck.

He leaned in.

“Gotta admit,” he murmured, “I been watchin’ you too.”

You turned to him, lips parted, but he was already there—mouth on yours, hands rough on your hips, kiss sweet and sharp like peach candy and bad intentions.

It wasn’t gentle.

But it was good.

Too good.

And when he pulled back, eyes hooded, lips shiny, he whispered, “Been thinkin’ ‘bout this.”

You didn’t say a word.

Just climbed into his lap and kissed him like you were starving.

⸻

You weren’t a good girl.

Not really.

You wore white dresses and said thank you and smiled at old ladies in church.

But under it all, you ached.

For him.

For something real.

And Jay?

He was real in all the worst, best ways.

He bit your bottom lip when you teased him. He pulled your hair when you got too mouthy. He kissed your neck like he was marking territory.

You let him.

You wanted him to.

⸻

You met like that every week.

Sometimes at the creek.

Sometimes behind the old laundromat where the lights flickered and the pavement smelled like bleach and burnt rubber.

He’d press you against brick walls and tell you how pretty you looked when you blushed. He’d call you baby and trouble and sweet thing like it meant something.

And God, it did.

To you, it meant everything.

He wasn’t your boyfriend.

Not really.

But he called you his.

And when he drove you home with one hand gripping your thigh and the other curled around the wheel, you felt like you could die right then and be happy.

⸻

You never told anyone.

Not your friends. Not your mama. Not even yourself, not really.

Because to say it out loud would make it real.

And you weren’t sure you could survive that.

He was your secret.

Your summer sin.

The thing you prayed about in the quiet, trembling on your knees with dirty thoughts and clean hands.

You were the girl who watched him from afar and wanted him anyway.

And now?

Now he wanted you back.

⸻

Some nights, you still lie awake and think about the way his hands felt on your waist, the way he laughed like the world was ending and he didn’t care.

You think about the way he said your name—low, rough, reverent.

Like a prayer.

Like a promise.

Like you were something worth breaking for.

And maybe you were.

Maybe you still are.

HOW TO WRITE KISS HOT NOT BASIC GUARANTEE ANSWER

Bucky lovessss to spit in your mouth in the middle of fucking you. He'll literally tap on your chin and go:

"Open fr'me, baby."

And of course you oblige, parting your swollen lips and letting your lashes tickle the soft apples of your cheeks as you close your eyes.

Bucky keeps his metal hand on your jaw, holding you still as he drops a dollop of spit onto your tongue.

When he's finished, he taps on your chin for you to swallow.

"Let daddy see"

You stick your tongue out for him earning a warm smile from the older man.

"Thats my girl."

ME TOO

NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.

tryna slut him out n play dying light 2 with him after

the bond between a girl and their favorite fictional man is both an unstoppable force and an immovable object

"i don't comment on ao3 because i don't wanna be annoying or weird" skill issue + you greatly underestimate the power dynamic here, writing multi paragraph comments is like feeding a bunch of deeply insane and possibly starved ducks at the park and watch them go completely mad over having received a piece of bread

helping bucky practice kissing leads to a whole lot more

i saw this post and knew immediately what i had to do

as usual for my fics everyone is a happy family and no one is dead bc i said so

18+ minors dni

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there were many things you enjoyed about being an avenger. free living space, meeting interesting people, and free healthcare were a few favorites.

the top contender by far, however, was tony’s insistence on team bonding.

light chatter and laughter filled the air around you. after another week of saving the world, tony had decided the team should take a trip to his lake house for the weekend.

you loved these retreats. you were all able to unzip the super suits and just exist together. no androids, aliens, or wizards- save for dr. strange when he decided to tag along- to fight.

“we should play truth or dare!” wanda’s bright voice cut through the group.

pietro groaned at his sister, “what are we, 13?”

you shrugged beside wanda, giving her a playful nudge, “i think it could be a fun time.”

“fine but i’m not putting anything weird in my mouth,” sam said, shooting daggers at natasha.

“it was a banana peel, relax,” natasha said as she stifled a laugh behind her beer bottle.

you looked over to the quiet figure on the loveseat next to steve. bucky was fidgeting with his hands nervously, clearly wanting to join in the banter but unsure how.

bucky had joined the team only 9 months ago. after his time in wakanda steve brought him back to the compound where he had been slowly integrated into the team. you in particular had ample time with him. you were close with steve and known for being patient and kind, so to help bucky stretch his comfort zone steve had you mentor him.

every training session and mission, you were right by bucky’s side. while at first he would barely utter a word to you, over time he became more comfortable. his nervous glances turned into fond smiles, tense shoulders relaxing once you were near. you slowly got to see the bucky that steve knew so well. the charming, sweet, noble guy who just wanted to do right by the world.

getting to see such a pure side of him did have it’s downfalls though. because now you were the one stealing nervous glances, stomach flipping and palms sweating whenever he would look at you with that gentle smile. you hadn’t meant for it to happen, of course. you felt it was inevitable for anyone who had spent as much time as you did with bucky to fall for him.

you got up from your spot on the couch as the group continued the conversation, making your way over to the loveseat and perching on the arm next to bucky.

“truth or dare sound fun?” you asked, giving him a gentle smile and a nudge.

bucky looked up at you, letting out a breath as he said in a low voice, “honestly i’m not sure what it is and i was too nervous to ask.”

you slapped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter. bucky laughed too, scrubbing a hand down his face and shaking his head. through giggles you explained the rules to him.

“that seems pretty simple,” bucky nodded and smiled, “i’m up for it.”

“yay!” you said as you stood up and addressed the group, “okay everyone sit in a circle!”

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the game was, at first, a great idea on wanda’s part.

the room was filled with laughter as natasha sat back down, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, “okay, i see your point sam.” she said, eyeing the discarded banana peel warily.

sam had a satisfied grin on his face, “thank you.”

natasha rolled her eyes playfully as she looked around the room and hummed thoughtfully. her eyes landed on bucky, then flicked to you. you saw a devious grin flash across her face before she said, “bucky, truth or dare?”

bucky shrugged a bit, “i’m not exactly an open book so… dare?”

natasha’s grin only grew, “i dare you to kiss y/n.”

your eyes grew to the size of saucers as you gawked at natasha. you opened your mouth to tell bucky he didn’t have to do that, but he beat you to it.

“no. absolutely not.” he mumbled, quiet but firm. the air in the room grew stiff.

of course you hadn’t expected him to kiss you, hadn’t even wanted him to, really. not under these circumstances. but you hadn’t expected him to be so vehemently against it. his rejection hit you swiftly, stinging like a million tiny nettles bursting through your skin. you swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried to maintain a straight face.

natasha’s grin dropped immediately, eyes flicking to you with concern. you shook your head, a subtle plea to drop it.

she cleared her throat and sat up straighter, giving a gentle smile, “no worries. steve, truth or dare?”

it took a few rounds, but the group was able to get back into a comfortable flow. wanda, who was sat beside you, leaned in and rested her chin on your shoulder, her voice a gentle mumble, “you okay?”

you gave her a small smile before leaning your head against hers, “i have a feeling that if i tell you i am you’re gonna disagree.”

“you would be right about that,” she laughed.

you sighed a bit before getting up and pulling wanda with you, telling everyone you were getting more snacks as you slipped into the kitchen.

you groaned once you were out of earshot from everyone, hands covering your face, “i didn’t expect him to do it but i guess i also just didn’t expect… that.”

wanda frowned before pulling you into a tight hug, “i’m gonna grill nat for giving him that dare in the first place.”

“me too honestly,” you muttered, wrapping your arms around her.

“i’m sure you and bucky can talk about this later. it’ll be fine,” she said as she rubbed your back gently.

you groaned and pulled away, shaking your head harshly, “absolutely not. i’d rather we as a group forget about this incident. actually… do you think dr. strange-“

“nope, absolutely not going there. let’s get snacks.” wanda patted your back and pulled away, grabbing a couple bags of chips from the cabinet.

you sighed and went to the fridge. as you looked through it you decided you would text dr. strange in the morning.

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the rest of the night had gone smoothly, all things considered. bucky was considerably quieter since that stupid dare, your heart clenching at the furrow in his brow. he was clearly somewhere deep and unpleasant in his mind. all you wanted to do was gently coax him out of it, but you were afraid that you would only make it worse. so you just sighed and prayed that this would all blow over by morning.

around 12 am your eyes started to close involuntarily as you leant against wanda. yawning, you sat up and stretched before standing and bidding the group goodnight. bucky’s eyes flicked towards you, his mouth opening then closing as if he wanted to say something then decided against it. you worried your bottom lip between your teeth as you headed to your bedroom.

you let out a sigh as you sprawled on top of the comforter, reveling in the comfort of whatever expensive fabric it was made out of. you dragged yourself to the bathroom after a moment, brushing your teeth and washing your face before changing into a comfortable set of pajamas.

a soft knock at your door startled you as you pulled back the blankets. opening the door, you expected wanda, or maybe natasha coming to apologize. instead, standing in front of you with his shoulders hunched and a face like a kicked puppy, was bucky. you blinked a bit before you stammered, “bucky- what um.. what’s up?”

“can i come in?” bucky nearly begged.

you nodded jerkily before stepping back and opening the door for him. you closed it before turning to look at bucky, who had sat at the end of your bed. he was pressing his hands together nervously, hunched over and staring at his sock clad feet.

you sat next to him cautiously, not too close in case you startled him. bucky let out a breath, his voice trembling slightly as he said, “i’m sorry. i didn’t- i just got-“ he took a deep breath, the rest of his words tumbling out as if he was physically forcing them, “i haven’t kissed anyone since 1945.”

you were slightly taken aback at his confession. but as you thought about it, there really hadn’t been a time where bucky would have had physical intimacy high on his list of priorities.

“i-it wasn’t that i didn’t want to kiss you,” he continued, “i just don’t know if i even remember how to. and i didn’t want to embarrass myself.”

your face softened at his words. of course bucky wouldn’t say anything to hurt you. the poor man was just a nervous wreck. you wanted to make his nerves disappear, help him through the inner turmoil he was facing.

a thought filled your mind as you scooted closer to him, gently resting a hand on his back and rubbing softly. as his muscles relaxed under your touch, you spoke softly, “what if… i helped you?”

he lifted his head slightly to look at you, “helped me?”

heat crept up your cheeks as you cleared your throat, “practice kissing. if you want. totally up to you.” you watched bucky consider your words, your nerves buzzing as you said, “totally fine if n-“

“okay,” bucky’s quiet voice cut you off. he shifted, sitting up straight and facing towards you. “i.. i want you to help me.”

your breath caught as he stared at you hopefully before you nodded and gently grabbed his hands, “okay,” you said, your voice a soft lull, “i’m just gonna start small okay? you tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any point.”

bucky nodded squeezing your hands gently, “okay.”

all you could hear was the pounding of your heart as you leant in slowly, stopping just short of his lips. your eyes flicked to his, searching for any sign of uncertainty. when you found none, you allowed your lips to brush against his gently, once, twice, before pressing your lips to his in a light kiss.

you pulled back slightly, meeting bucky’s vaguely dazed stare as you whispered, “okay so far?”

bucky nodded again, giving you that slightly shy yet still charming half smile, “your lips are soft.”

that earned a giggle from you before you felt bucky’s hand on your cheek, slowly coaxing you back towards his lips. you slotted your lips against his more firmly this time, bucky’s thumb rubbing your cheek absentmindedly. your mouths moved slowly, the gentle smacking of your lips the only sound in the room.

for someone who hadn’t kissed anyone in 80 years, you thought bucky was doing exceptionally well. while tentative, his movements spoke of someone who had at one point had this down to a practiced art. his flesh hand cupped the back of your neck, metal moving to rest at your waist. you cupped his face with both hands, gasping slightly when you felt his tongue dart out against your lip.

bucky pulled back at the sound, cheeks flushed and voice slightly breathless, “sorry, was that too much?”

you shook your head quickly, resting your hands on his chest, “not at all. just unexpected.”

bucky grinned hopefully, “good unexpected?”

“good unexpected,” you smiled before catching his lips in another kiss. this one felt different. heated. with your reassuring words in mind, bucky’s lips were more confident, his tongue slipping into your mouth with practiced ease. you couldn’t help the breathy moan that slipped out of you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

bucky groaned as he pulled his mouth from yours, “c’mere,” he mumbled, lifting you and settling you straddled on his lap. he quickly fixed his mouth against yours again, earning more breathy moans from you as he kissed you like his life depended on it.

the way bucky kissed you, the soft groans falling from his mouth, and the feeling of his hard body pressed against yours made wetness pool in your underwear quickly. you tried your best to avoid the hard tent in bucky’s sweatpants, not wanting to overwhelm him. but when a breathy moan of your name slipped from his throat, your hips rolled instinctively, your clothed cunt rubbing deliciously against bucky’s hard cock. you both gasped, bucky’s hands gripping your waist tightly.

“i-i’m sorry,” you stuttered, “i didn’t mean-“ you cut yourself off with a surprised moan when bucky rolled his hips up, rubbing himself against you once more.

he pulled your face back to his slowly as he spoke, “you know, i think i could use some more practice.”

you bit your lip as you smiled, lips brushing against his, “well, we both know i’m a good teacher.”

bucky grinned before kissing you again. it felt like the gloves had come off, his mouth dominating yours in a way that made you roll your hips against his continuously. you and bucky moaned into each others mouths as you dry humped, the wetness in your underwear slowly leaking through your shorts.

you pulled away, kissing down his jaw and neck slowly. bucky groaned when you began sucking a mark onto his neck. his hands slid down to your ass and pulled your cunt tighter against his cock, salaciously grinding his hips. you moaned his name into his neck, shuddering when bucky spoke into your ear, “fuck, y/n, i need-“ he started to slide his hand under your top and you got the message, peeling it off and tossing it somewhere in your room.

bucky stared at your bare chest before swearing under his breathing, diving in and latching his mouth onto your nipple. you cried out, hand tangling in his hair as he suckled.

he pulled away with a wet pop, mumbling, “you’re so fucking beautiful,” before attaching himself to your other breast. you whined as you rolled your hips against his, the steady pressure on your pussy and stimulation on your nipples making you shudder.

you reached down bucky’s back, bunching his shirt up. he pulled away to help you pull it off him fully before wrapping arm around you and flipping you onto your back. you two stared at each other for a moment, chests heaving, lips swollen.

bucky leaned down, capturing your lips in a soft yet heated kiss. he kissed his way down your neck while his fingers hooked in the waistband of your shorts. you lifted your hips, a silent plea for him to rid you of them, which he did swiftly. he pulled away from your neck, staring down at the wet patch on your underwear.

a low noise rumbled in his chest as he swiped his thumb over your clothed pussy. you gasped, hips twitching slightly when he grazed your clit. a smirk spread across bucky’s face slowly at your reaction, “this all for me baby?”

you bit your lip as you nodded, heat flooding your cheeks when bucky hooked his finger in your panties and pulled them to the side.

his eyes darkened at the sight of your glistening cunt, swollen and puffy from the way his cock had bullied it earlier.

he slid your panties down your legs before settling on his stomach between them. he gripped your thighs, spreading you further for him before he licked a slow, wet stripe from your hole to your clit. he groaned at your taste before latching his mouth around your clit and sucking.

your back arched off the bed, hand slapping over your mouth in an attempt to muffle the loud moan leaving your throat. your other hand slid into bucky’s hair, anchoring yourself as he devoured your pussy.

bucky groaned into your cunt, his hips grinding against the bed while he tongue fucked your hole. you whined, hips thrusting up to meet him, grinding your pussy against his face. his nose bumped your clit deliciously, bringing you closer to the edge.

“bucky- i’m-“ you managed to choke out before bucky doubled his efforts, latching his mouth around your clit once more and sliding a metal finger into you, pumping furiously. you gasped as you came, the wet sounds of your cunt and your sweet, breathy moans filling the room.

bucky continued his ministrations until you were squirming and pushing his head away. he brought his finger to his mouth, moaning as he licked your slick off of it. he leaned over you, cupping the back of your neck and bringing your lips to his in a filthy kiss. you could taste yourself on his tongue, the depravity making your thighs clench together.

you skated your fingers down his torso slowly, his muscles shuddering under your touch, until your hand was resting snugly against his bulge. you palmed him slowly, earning a low groan from bucky as his hips thrust into your hand. he pulled away from your mouth in a gasping breath, voice wobbly as he breathed, “y/n- i- fuck, i need to be inside you- please baby, please let me fuck you.”

you moaned and nodded, hands moving to frantically push his sweatpants down his legs. bucky stood for a moment, making quick work of them and his boxers, before slotting himself between your legs once more.

“i’m not sure i’ll be able to last too long, doll,” he admitted, a slightly sheepish smile on his face.

you grabbed his flesh hand, kissing his fingertips as you muttered, “i don’t mind. just wanna feel you inside me.”

bucky groaned, pumping his cock slowly as he stared at your pussy, “condom?”

you shook your head, “on the pill. want you bare.”

“you trying to kill me doll?” bucky groaned, his eyes meeting the coquettish smile on your face. he chuckled as he gripped your thighs and tugged you closer, slowly rubbing the shaft of his cock between the swollen lips of your cunt. you both moaned at the contact, your wet pussy covering him in your first release.

bucky notched the tip of his cock at your hole, slowly sliding in with a pop. he stilled, hands gripping your thighs, jaw going slack, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your warm, tight walls wrapped around him.

you grabbed at his forearms, needing him closer. bucky understood, leaning over you and wrapping his arms around you tightly. he brought you close until you were pressing chest to chest, careful not to put too much of his weight on you. slowly, he thrust deeper, moaning with every inch, until he was fully buried in your pussy.

he began to thrust, your eyes rolling back at the feeling of his fat cock driving in and out of your sensitive cunt. you whined when he began to suck marks onto your neck, his thrusts picking up speed and his grip on you tightening.

“god, you feel so fucking good,” he growled in your ear, “pussy’s so fucking wet and tight. you gonna let me fill you up baby? gonna let me mark you from the inside too?”

his filthy words shocked you and went straight to your core. you moved your hand to your clit, rubbing frantically in time with his thrusts.

“please bucky,” you whined, “please fill me up, make me yours.”

the groan that spilled from bucky’s throat was pornographic as he buried himself fully in you, cock twitching and body tensing. you weren’t far behind him, pussy pulsing and hips writhing as he painted your walls.

he stayed buried in you as you caught your breaths, neither wanting to break the comfortable silence of the moment.

“that was a lot more than kissing practice,” you mumbled into bucky’s hair after a while, earning a loud laugh from bucky.

“think i’m gonna need some pretty regular tutoring sessions,” he said as he kissed your neck slowly, hissing a bit when your pussy clenched around his sensitive cock.

you tilted your head, exposing more of your skin to bucky as your eyes fluttered closed, “yeah, i think so too.”

bucky began to thrust again slowly, lifting his head to rest his forehead against yours, “mine huh?”

heat crept up your neck as you opened your mouth to respond.

“i like the sound of that,” bucky said, a possessive look in his eyes, “keep reminding me who you belong to while i fuck your sensitive little cunt again.”

𓋹 dbf!bucky mmmm 𓋹

𓋹 warnings: fingering, age gap(legal), secret relationship, established relationship, size kink if you squint, oral f!receiving, raw p in v sex(wrap it before you tap it), slight overstim, bucky has a breeding kink, asphyxiation/choking, aftercare,

𓋹 prompt/summary: your parents leave you alone with bucky(your dads best friend) thinking they can trust him with their innocent daughter..

𓋹 ''bucky speaking" - "reader speaking"

𓋹 word count: 1.4k

𓋹 smut under the cut. you have been warned !! - not proofread

you had been incredibly horny recently, so being in a condo, a door away from your family wasnt exactly practical.

you were lying on your bed, trying to make the warmth in your stomach go away with a nap.

you hear a knock at your door, groaning before sitting up slightly. "come in-!"

bucky emerged from the door, dressed in only his swim trunks, his beautiful scars on display.

"hey doll, your parents and i are goin' to the pool, you wanna come?"

your eyes light up at the opportunity of finally being alone, of finally getting some release.

"uh- i actually dont feel too well.. got a headache.." you mumble, hand moving to rub the back of your neck as you look up at him.

his eyebrow raises as he steps closer, clearly skeptical, as his hand moves to your forehead.

he pulls it back after a moment, looking back at you as you swallow.

"guess you do feel a bit hot.."

"yeah yeah uh- im gonna stay back and try and get a nap in.."

he just nods before walking to the door, turning to look at you again.

"we'll be at the pool, dont hesitate to call if you need anything okay sweetheart?"

he mutters as he shuts the door, but he's not stupid, he knows somethings up.

so he walks up to your parents as they get ready to leave.

"'m gonna stay back, she said she's not feelin' well and i dont wanna leave her alone." he mumbles as your dad looks at him with a nod.

"alright, just tell her to get some rest." your dad speaks before he dissipates through the back door, your mother following closely.

at the sound of the door shutting you think youre finally alone, humming as you move your hands under the blanket.

you slide your panties down to your mid-thigh as your finger runs along your already slick folds.

your head lulls back against the soft pillows as you toy with your puffy clit, whining quietly at the sensation.

bucky stands in the living room, eyebrows furrowing as he hears noises from your room.

he knew it.

he travels slowly to your door, trying not to make any noise as he presses his ear to the door.

he feels his cheeks flush at your noises, sending a rush of blood straight to his dick.

he cant help but grip the doorhandle, turning it slowly and peeking through the door.

he almost groans at the sight of you, head back on the pillow, eyes shut as your fingers obviously work at your core under the blanket.

you let out frustrated groans, hips bucking as you chase a release.

he hisses as he palms himself through his swim trunks. watching as you frustratedly work at yourself.

you stop after a moment to let out a groan before looking back up and almost yelp when you see him.

"buck-! i-i thought you were going to the pool!"

"yeah, decided not to.." he groans as he walks in the room, shutting the door behind him and clicking the lock before moving to the bed and standing above you.

you blink up at him with wide eyes as he begins pulling the blanket away from your body.

"shoulda told me if you needed help, sweetheart."

you shiver as the air hits your warm body, his hand moving to your thigh.

“I didn’t want to bother you-“ He interrupts you by brushing his knuckles against your core, his thumb shifting to your clit.

"jus lemme take care o' you baby.." his voice is soft as you nod, head falling back on the pillow with a soft moan.

his bionic arm moves to lift your knees, folding them to your chest as he crawls beneath you.

you whine as his metal arm holds your legs in place, his flesh fingers pulling back from your cunt.

just as youre about to complain you feel his tongue begin lapping at your folds.

you let out a whimper, eyes shutting as your hand tangles in his hair, pulling him closer.

he groans, the vibrations shooting through you.

"taste so good doll.. missed this." he hums as he sucks your clit, eliciting a loud whimpering from you.

you squirm under him, letting out small noises as you feel a knot in your stomach already.

your heart rate picks up, writhing under him more and whining as he pulls away.

"already pretty girl? you really did need help, hm." his voice is low as he crawls up to you.

your legs are still folded to your chest, his flesh hand holds your hip as the other moves to pull his trunks down just far enough to let his leaking tip out.

you whine at the sight, his tip red and angry, beads of precum dribbling from it.

"you ready baby?" he looks up at you as his metal hand wraps around the base, running his tip through your folds and mixing the arousal.

you nod feverishly, whining as his tip breaches your entrance.

he groans, head tilting back as he slides in inch by inch.

your hands at his shoulders, crying out at the stretch.

he fills you to the hilt before bottoming out, pressing his weight against you as he lets you adjust.

youd forgotten how big he was..

he hums as he slowly pulls back, slamming into you with such utter force that makes your back arch, nails digging into his skin.

he almost whines at the feeling of you wrapped around him, sliding in and out over and over again.

his metal hand moves to rub lazy circles over your clit as his pace picks up, his flesh hand lifting your hips slightly to hit you at a deeper angle.

you cry at the feeling, eyes squeezing shut.

"uh-uh, look at me baby. wanna see your face when you cum round my cock.."

he groans as his flesh hand leaves your hip, moving to wrap around your neck as he pounds relentlessly into you.

you nod as your eyes open, mouth stuck open at the feeling of his cock hitting your cervix.

"fuck.. so tight mm?" you only nod in response, lost in pleasure.

you breathe heavily as you feel your climax approaching rapidly, whimpering as your cunt squeezes his cock.

"you tryna milk me baby? want me to cum in you?"

you nod as best you can, trying to hold on longer for him.

"'s okay doll, cum on my cock.." he groans as his pace picks up.

you cry as white hot pleasure fills your body, legs shaking under him.

he continues pounding you, movements steady as a white ring forms around the base of his cock.

"how'd your dad feel if he knew i was here breedin you.? giving you my fuckin babies- mnghh.."

you can't help but whimper at his words, him groaning as his movements stutter.

youre lost in overstimulating pleasure, his cold metal thumb still rubbing at your clit.

"fucckkk.." his hand squeezes your throat as he lands a few final rough thrusts, releasing into you with a growl.

he breaths heavily as he falls against you, cock still buried deep inside you as his hand unwraps from your throat.

you gasp softly as he slowly pulls out, his metal fingers slide through your folds.

you whine at the touch, still so sensitive as two of his fingers slip in your entrance, fucking his cum back into you.

"g'na make you a mommy hm.." he hums as he slides them out, putting them to his lips and lapping at the mixed arousal.

you watch through lidded eyes, feeling as he shifts to let your legs rest against the bed.

his body lies next to yours on the small bed, pulling you against his chest.

you huff as you wrap your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his touch.

"dunno how long your parents are gonna be gone.." he speaks against your hair, kissing the top of your head before pulling away to look at you.

you look at him through lidded eyes, the post orgasmic bliss still hitting you like a train.

a grin spreads across his face as he sits up, leaving you on the bed.

he grabs your panties and lifts your legs, helping you slip them back on before sliding his own trunks back up.

he lies back down and immediately curls you against him again.

"you just rest baby.. i'll tell em you didnt feel good." he hums as he pulls you against his chest, felling your lashes flutter against his chest.

you nod as your eyes shut, breathing softly as your legs tangle together.

our arms wrap around each other as the room envelopes in a comforting silence.

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Unpopular opinion,

Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.