𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 || 𝐁. 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 ||

27

MARCH, 2018
[SMUT WARNING]

"Bucky," You groan, but really you're giggling like crazy on the inside. While you're making dinner, Bucky has decided to hold your waist from behind and puts his head on your shoulder again, kissing your neck lightly.

"What?" He asks, like he doesn't know what the hell he's doing to you.

"I've got a knife in my hands." You remind him, chopping up some vegetables.

"I don't care." He shrugs. "You're not going to do anything."

"Really?" You raise an eyebrow, but you know he's right.

"Stop cutting." He murmurs, kissing your shoulder blade.

"Why should I?"

Chop, chop, chop.

"Because I'm horny."

"Aren't we all?" You fake sigh, getting him to chuckle.

"Come on, Y/N." Bucky stretches out the 'on' out extra long.

You don't respond, smirking to yourself. You know exactly what he's about to do next, and he does it.

Bucky takes the knife out of your hands, setting it on the counter harshly. Then, he moves the cutting board with the veggies on it to the side, giving him space to sit you down on the tabletop.

His hands slide up your shirt, rubbing on your back as he kisses you. Now that you're sitting on the counter, nobody has to do any tip-toeing.

"You look so sexy," He mumbles while kissing you. "Making me wanna just fuck you right now."

"On the counter?" You question, smiling against his lips.

"There's nobody around to watch, is there? This is our own place."

That's right, you and Bucky left the compound and got your own place in Brooklyn. You still keep in contact with the other guys, but you all decided to go your separate ways.

Bucky then spreads your legs apart and stands between them, smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck. he starts to remove your underwear, since you're not wearing any pants, and you're left in nothing but a t-shirt since you're not wearing a bra either.

"Mmm," Bucky hums, rubbing his hands all over your clit and around the edge of your entrance, making your heart pound. "I don't even need to finger you, do I? You're already so fucking wet."

His words send excitement running through your veins, and he stops touching your clit to get his dick out of his sweats. You can see that he's already so hard, and you lick your lips, wanting to taste him. You already know that Bucky's not going to let you out of this position he's got you in, though.

"Motherf–" Bucky groans as he pushes himself into you. Since moisture was already forming, it was easy for him to slide in.

He holds your hips on the counter firmly as he thrusts in and out, meaning you didn't have to do any work. You just sit there and enjoy the pleasure he's giving you.

With each push, he sends a jolt of electricity into your body, feuling your pending orgasm. You hear the utensils start shaking as Bucky pounds harder, but you're too horny to give a shit about the cutlery.