You and Bucky lay in bed, his attention focused on the screen of your laptop, his eyes following the movements of the characters in his favourite film. It was a European film, lots of smoking and swearing, and you grew tired of it after a few minutes. Needing to distract yourself, you started mapping his veiny forearm with the pad of your index.
The arm around your waist squeezed gently. "Are you bored?"
His voice startled you and your fingers stropped tracing patterns on his arm. You tilted your head up to look up at him, your lips turned up in a shy smile.
"A bit," you admitted, laying your head back on his chest. "Was that annoying?" You slid your fingertips slowly along his forearm so he'd know what you were referring to.
A soft laugh bubbled past his lips. "Not at all. Actually, it's very soothing."
You were curled up against Bucky, his right arm wrapped around your waist. He pulled you closer, his warmth seeping into you. You fingers wandered up and down his forearm, barely touching his skin. You felt the hairs on his arm stand up, goosebumps covering his skin.
"You like it?" you asked without looking up.
Bucky let out a low moan. "'Mmh, feels like a fly is walking up my arm."
"Really? When that happens I usually have the urge to slap it off." You chuckled, stilling your movements.
"Yeah, but I know it's you." He shifted his hips, making you aware of his erection. "It tickles."
You looked down the length of his body, the bulge in his loose sweatpants growing more evident. A slow smirk spread across your lips, an idea forming in the back of your mind.
"Does that excite you?"
"I guess... maybe a little," he admitted almost sheepishly.
You pushed yourself into a sitting position. Bucky sat up with his back against the headboard, his hands limp in his lap.
"Do you want to play a little? See how far you like it?"
Your suggestion surprised him, his pupils dilated until his eyes looked black. "Only if you're comfortable with that."
"I'm the one who asked, silly." You replied affectionately, then looked him up and down, studying his incredible body. "I'm not sure how to do it though."
Bucky nodded pensively and you both fell silent, trying to think of a way to make this a lot more pleasurable. Finally Bucky suggested he wear a blindfold so that he wouldn't know which part of him you were going to caress next.
Bucky lay down on the mattress and waited, his arms and legs spread a little. You tied the blindfold over his eyes, a shiver of anticipation ran through him.
You pressed your lips to his, your fingers weaving through his hair. It was meant to be a reassuring kiss, but passion soon took over as your mouths danced in perfect sync.
"You just relax and let me take care of you. If you can't take it anymore, I want you to use your safe word."
"I know the drill." He bit his lower lip when the tips of your fingers started grazing his calf. "I love you."
"I love you more, Sarge."
You only touched him long enough to make him crave you. Bucky held his breath, not knowing where you would touch him next drove him crazy. It excited him even more, he whined and whimpered unable to control himself.
With a touch softer than a feather sliding across silk, you brushed your fingertips over his unshaved neck. Like a spider crawling up his skin, you moved your hand to his cheek. His muscles clenched under your hand.
You took your time and touched him everywhere; his calf, his right arm, his thighs, his chest, his beard. He closed his eyes shut behind the blindfold, the adrenaline coursing through his veins heightened his other senses. He became painfully aware of the warmth that radiated from your fingers.
His entire body started shivering, his fully erect cock standing at attention. The power you had over him thrilled you more than you were willing to admit and you felt a deep sense of pride wash over you. Your nipples hardened as his moans filled the room. Seeing him wriggle like a fish out of water made your skin prickle with goosebumps.
You had that effect on him. No one else.
"You're alright, Sarge?" He nodded, desperately trying not to thrust his hips forward. "Need to hear you, baby."
He licked his lips and took a few seconds to steady his breathing before he managed to gasp out a single word. "Fine."
"Feel good?" You grinned, letting your fingertips trail down the line of dark hair below his navel.
"Baby, please... I cant," he panted in shallow breaths. "Touch me... I need you."
Bucky gripped the quilt, twisting it tightly. Precum gushed from his slit when he felt your hand move closer, never actually touching him. It was torture, a sweet, sweet torture.
"'M gonna... Fuck, 'm gonna come."
Disbelief laced his words. He had no idea that something so gentle could reduce him to a puddle of desire, but there he was, moaning words that made no sense. Your hand circled around his pulsating cock, tickling the dark hair curled around the base of his shaft. Bucky's body was taut, his cock straining upward.
You lowered yourself to capture his parted lips in a searing kiss. It was his undoing. A throaty moan ripped from his throat as he came, spurt after spurt of hot, creamy cum landing on his stomach. You heard the pain in his moans and wrapped your hand around his cock, praising him as he rode out his orgasm.
"It's okay, soldier. I've got you." You peppered kisses along his jaw and cheek. The intensity of his orgasm surprised you.
It took several minutes before his breathing returned to normal.
"Oh fuck," were his first words. You had removed the blindfold, but he kept his eyes shut. "Holy cow! That was... fuck!"
You straddled his waist, your shorts now wet with his cum. Bucky slowly opened his eyes and grinned at the sight of your smug smile.
"Incy wincy spider went up the water spout," you sang, running your fingers up his bare chest. "Down came the rain and washed the spider out."
He chuckled at your antics and pulled you flush against him, taking your mouth in a hungry kiss.
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Bucky Barnes One Shots
FanfictionA collection of one shots, from modern au to canon, angst, fluff and smut. * = smut. please do not read smut if you're under 18. Chapter 1: Dream House. tw: angst ~500 words Chapter 2: Fair Play. tw: fluff, violence ~2k Chapter 3: A Cold Hearted M...