【Synopsis】 : Bucky is sick and tired of you coming to him in tears every time your boyfriend hurts you. His anger has gotten to him so worked up that he wants, No, he needs to prove that all you need is him and him alone.
『Word count』 : 3.0k
Paring: Bestfriend!Bucky x Female!Reader
[Warnings] : Rough loving desperate sex. Reader slips into a kind of subspace. Bucky is very angry about your ex. Bucky is very in love with the reader. Soft fluffiness. Lots of tears. Pet names, swearing, fingering, Bucky is a teasing shithead. Reader has stretch marks cause they are beautiful. Thick thighs, Oral (reader receiving) Big Dick energy. confessions, love making. Use of the words whore and slut (not directed to the reader).
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You didn't understand what was wrong with you... Were you not good enough? Did you fail to provide? Why was the supposed love of your life grinding on an unknown woman with his tongue down her throat and his hand up her skirt in the corner of the loud screaming club. But this time, the music was not audible... The sounds of people were only formed to that of a whisper.
Did he plan for you to see this disgusting display? Did he want to make sure you felt the most unbearable pain imaginable? Tears threaten to pour down your dry cheeks. Your once full heart, shattering into pieces that would never be able to be glued back together. Turning to quickly making your exit of the club, grabbing your phone, you only know one person to call.
"Hey Buck..."
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"So I decided to leave, I couldn't even gain one piece of confidence to go up to him." You sob into Bucky's arms, holding his sides as if you were about to fall down the dark rabbit hole that is forming beneath your feet.
"Shh it's okay, let it out." He spoke softly with a loving tone, squeezing you tightly. But beneath that tone was waves of anger, wanting nothing more but to kill the man who broke your heart.
"I'm so tired, Buck. I can't take this, He would never touch me like that, Never love me like that. He said he was not ready. But yet he fucksba whore out in an open bar... What's wrong with me." He pulls you from his arms taking your face in both hands to look at you dead in the eyes.
"Hey, Hey, do not say that. There is nothing wrong with you. You are the most stunning, kind, and beautiful woman I know. You are always putting yourself second and making sure everyone is satisfied before you are. But you deserve to be satisfied too." He smiles weakly before moving inches away from your faces. your lips daring to touch each other.
"You deserve the world." He whispers. The touch of his warm breath creeps its way on your lip. Like an intoxicating mist, you draw yourself closer, kissing him, which he gladly returns.
"Show me...." He spoke between sloppy kisses, bring his metal hand down to your waist while the other stands on your cheek. "...Where he wouldn't touch you," He lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Kissing your jaw to your neck.
