Infatuation One Shots | Bucky Barnes

Catherine's 30th Birthday

A/N: One of you lovely readers wanted to know how Bucky would celebrate Catherine's 30th birthday. Please enjoy!

There was nothing better than being awoken by kisses being pressed against your neck by Bucky Barnes. A small giggle escaped Catherine's throat as her eyes fluttered open. One hand splayed across Bucky's bare back as he hovered over her. He pulled back and smiled down at his half asleep wife.

"Happy Birthday." He whispered.

Catherine groaned. "It is not a happy birthday. I'm thirty James. Thirty."

He chuckled. "Could be worse, you could be a 105 like me."

"True." She agreed. 

"I have a plan for today." He said before kissing her softly.

"You do?" She mumbled against his lips.

"Mhm." His metal hand hooked around the hemline of her shirt. "The first part of my plan is letting me fuck you."

"I need to shower."

He hummed against her ear. "Even better."

"The kids..." she trailed off referring to her still sleeping six year old and three month old.

"We can bring the monitor into the bathroom. If they wake up, we'll stop. Please?" Bucky was practically begging at that point.

"Promise to make it worth it?"

He smirked at her. "Doll, you know I can make it worth it."

They weren't going to make it into the bathroom. She knew that the instant he started ripping the pajamas off her body. A blush crept along her cheeks at the sight of her bare skin. She had only had a baby three months ago. Her body wasn't exactly the most toned looking at the moment. Her stomach and thighs were a little squishier than before. Bucky didn't care. He told her that everyday as she stood in the mirror, picking her appearance apart.

"You're beautiful." He would whisper into her ear. "You gave me two children. You should be damn proud of yourself."

She was brought back to reality by the sensation of Bucky's mouth between her thighs. He held onto her thighs as his tongue brushed against her as if he were starving. Her hand covered her mouth, trying to keep herself quiet. Her other hand went to touch her nipple, wanting more pleasure than she was getting. He looked up at her, a grin spreading across his face as he watched her touch herself. Fuck she was a sight.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants. He needed to be in her, but this wasn't about him. It was about her. He freed one of his hands and brought his thumb up to touch between her thighs. She squirmed under his touch, but he kept in her place with his other hands. She was close. She would always clench her fists. Her hips would roll towards his mouth or hand or cock. He held her steady as she finally came against his mouth.

She tried her best to be quiet. It was hard when your legs were shaking around your husband's head.

"James...fuck...oh god...." She cried out.

When he knew she was finished his body hovered over her's once again. He smiled down at her. He wasn't going to fuck her in the shower like he had planned. He couldn't wait. He pushed himself into her with a groan. His head pressed into her shoulder as she ran her fingers along his bare spine.

"I love you." He said against her skin.

"I love you too." Catherine barely spoke.

He moved his head so he could look at her chocolate colored eyes. "Let me fuck you good, doll. Let me fuck you until you can't walk."