Bucky Barnes Fics

Shower Me In Praise

Rivulets of hot water rain down on your back, a thick mist clouding the glass surrounding the shower. This is what you needed after a busy day, the heat soothes your aching muscles. Resting your head on the cool shower wall, your arms dangle by your sides and you relax for the first time in days.

It's been such an exhausting day and you've been looking forward to finally getting to spend time at home. Just you and Bucky. The couch, an old worn knitted blanket, and whatever movie is on tonight. Wine, cheap, greasy takeout, and passionate sex on the living room rug before the credits have a chance to roll across the screen.

But first, you need to let the stress of the real world fade away. You're nearly done with your shower when you hear the soft click of the door opening.

"Hey Bunny." Your head cants back at the sound of his raspy deep voice, your body instinctively responding to him. Glancing over your shoulder, the water pours down your face as you watch him through the foggy glass. "Missed you." The longing in his tone makes your chest tighten. You've missed him too, more than words can express.

"I'm glad you're home," you respond with a smile, turning around to get a better look at him. He's handsome, a shadow of a beard forming on his sharp jaw, his pink bottom lip caught between his teeth as he eyes you through the glass. Bucky leans against the sink, tapping his fingers on the surface.

His eyes pierce your eyes through the mist and when he rolls his bottom lip between his pearly white teeth, you shiver. Your body's calling him like a siren and he can never resist you.

Bucky removes his red henley, real slow making sure you see his muscular abs and pecs ripple as he stretches his arms above his head. You can't look away, the sight of him peeling layer after layer off of his massive body is mesmerizing. Soon all he has left on are a pair of tight auburn boxers, you can see the outline of his erection and your thighs clench together in a desperate bid to quell the growing ache between them.

He slides them down his muscular legs, your eyes following his movements until they pool around his feet, his cock springs free, smacking him on the stomach. Your mouth goes dry as you gaze at his pretty cock. There's no way you can hold back the growing throb in your pussy now that the only thing separating you from all of him is a thin sheet of glass. You bite your lip, wiping the condensation to get a better look at your man.

Bucky notices your eyes drifting down to his stiffening cock, a smirk curling the ends of his pink lips up. He's missed you Bunny. He can't wait to show you how-actually hold on. He reaches inside and adjusts the knobs. His fingers gingerly test the water as he glares at you.

"Bucky," you laugh, tossing your washcloth at his head. "It wasn't that hot."

He scoffs before turning the knob a little more. "Not that hot Bucky," he says mocking your tone. You laugh even harder, remembering the first time he jumped in the shower with you

The blast of fiery molten liquid startled him, his feet slipping across the porcelain surface. "What the fuck?" His eyes had widened so quickly you thought they were going to pop out of his head, his brows almost touching his hairline as he screeched. "Why is it so fucking hot bunny? What the fuck!"

You burst into hysterical laughter, nearly wheezing, tears streaming down your face while you slide down the shower wall. He flailed around you trying to dodge the water before landing ass first on the cool tile floor.

Of course, Bucky claims that he never screamed, he yelped. And he didn't fall, he slipped. You have no idea what the difference is but he insists that the latter is more manly. "You know I nearly died that day. Boiled alive in my own home while my girl laughed at me."