Bucky Barnes One Shots

Sex Code*

"I think I need new shoes."

Those simple, innocent words made you tense, a sudden warmth spread through your veins. It sounded like a simple statement, but that was the whole point. You looked up at Bucky as he flashed you a boyish smile.

"It's like the third time you said that this week," Clint groaned, taking a sip of coffee. "Go to the damn store and shut up about it."

You let out a tiny chuckle and returned your attention to your phone. Out of your peripheral vision, you watched Bucky shift his weight from one foot to the other, trying to get your attention.

Earth's mightiest heroes were completely oblivious to the tension between you and Bucky. For a group of super heroes, they were pretty clueless. You and Bucky had been dating for the past six months, but you both decided to keep things quiet.

'I think I need new shoes' was code for 'I'd like you to suck my cock'. Bucky came up with the idea of a secret sex language that you would use around the others after Steve almost heard him say that he was going to fuck you into the mattress.

So now there was a wide range of innocent sentences that made your skin prickle with goosebumps. Bucky turned to you.

"What do you think? Do I need new shoes?"

"That's up to you, Buck," you quipped nonchalantly.

He bit down on his frustration, trying his hardest not to groan out loud. He knew you were enjoying torturing him, it made him want to take you right there in front of everyone.

"Well, I think I need new shoes." His voice was low and dangerous, your heart started pounding in your chest.

"Good for you." You shrugged, meeting his blazing eyes. "Has anyone seen my keys?"

Bucky crossed his arms over his chest, giving you playful, defiant stare. You gave him your most innocent smile to cover up the fact that you just asked him to eat you out.

"I'll help you find your keys if you help me find a new pair of shoes." Bucky drummed his fingers on his upper arm, showing his impatience.

Natasha turned to you, a small crease between her perfect brows. "You lose your keys a lot these days. Are you okay?"

"Careful." Clint stared at you. "Maybe you're having a stroke or something."

When you opened your mouth to protest, Natasha jumped to her feet, worry still etched on her face.

"I knew you should have seen a doctor yesterday."

Bucky's playful grin disappeared, his handsome face now crumpled into a frown. "What? What happened yesterday?"

There was a note of panic in his voice. Bucky was looking at you, his eyes bright with worry. You didn't want to deal with him so you tried to make yourself as small as possible.

"Some Hydra scumbag pushed her down the stairs. She hit her head pretty hard," Clint answered, the corners of his mouth turned down.

"I'm fine!" you nearly shouted. "Stop patronizing me. I'm not a child! And by the way, Steve is a lot more reckless than I am."

You left the room before they could stop you. What started out as playful banter turned into a stupid argument. You made sure to slam the door behind you. If they treated you like a teenager, then so be it. You were curled up on your side in bed when you heard the door open and close very quietly. You didn't have to be a genius to know who it was.

"Go away, James."

The bed dipped as Bucky's weight settled next to you. He wrapped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you tight against him, the hard muscles of his chest pressed against your back. Despite your anger, you let him spoon you.

"I know you're perfectly capable of handling your own life, sweetheart." He pressed a kiss behind your ear. "But we worry. And we worry about you because we love you."

You turned in his arms to face him. "You love me?"

"I love you." He nodded, his smile spread to his eyes, crinkling the lines at the corners.

"I love you, too." You hid your flustered face against his shirt, making him chuckle softly as he brought you closer to him.

Bucky tilted your head up so that you were looking at him and pushed a strand of hair away from your face. He brushed his lips over yours in a gentle kiss. You eagerly tugged at his shirt, needing to feel his warm skin.

Soon you were both naked and smiling at each other. Bucky rolled on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows so he could gaze down at you.

"Are you going to stare at me forever?" you chuckled, running your hands over his muscular back.

"You're ruining the moment, doll face."

"Am I?" You cupped his ass and pulled him against you.

His cock pressed against your heat and he dragged it slowly over your folds, coating himself with your juices. Bucky entered you slowly, savouring every sensation. He watched as your pussy stretched around his thick cock.

Once he was buried inside you, he heaved out a sigh and met your gaze.

"You're the love of my life." He cupped your jaw, the pad of his thumb caressing your cheekbone.

"Is that code for something?"

"Yeah, it's code for 'I will make love to you until you're shivering and panting under me."

And he did...