Bucky Barnes Smut

Knee Soxxx

Author : nastybuckybarnes in tumblr

Pairing: Bucky X Reader, Voyeur!Steve x Reader

Summary: Bucky likes it when you wear your knee-high socks.

Warnings: Language, Smut (creampie, breeding kink, unprotected sex, rough sex, degradation, p in v, fingering, dirty talk, voyeur!Steve, choking, hair pulling, nasty stuff boyz)

Word Count: 1.8K

A/n: v loosely inspired by the song (Knee Socks) by Arctic Monkeys. pwp honestly. no plot here, folks, just some absolutely raw filthy sex with one of my fav soldiers to get me back in the swing of writing after this lil lull period. might be bad but idk. Hope you enjoy!

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“What the fuck are you wearing?”

The snarled words pull you from your conversation with Steve, the two of you turning to the sound in surprise.

“What?” You ask, confused at your boyfriend’s question.

Bucky stands in the doorway of the kitchen, his eyes dark and trained on you.

You’re currently clad in one of his shirts, scooped off of the bedroom floor on your way to the kitchen this morning.

You’re not wearing anything out of the ordinary.

Well, that’s not entirely true.

It’s a chilly day, late November temperatures biting at your toes despite the heat in the apartment the two of you share with his best friend. To fix the problem of your cold toes, you’ve got on a pair of knee-high socks that are currently serving not only to warm your legs, but also frustrate your boyfriend.

The first time you wore theses socks resulted in you warming his cock for hours during a movie night with his close friends, and as soon as the door closed and the last one left, he was pounding into you with no remorse.

“Your socks,” Bucky takes a few slow steps toward you, ignoring the way his friend’s cheeks flush, “why are you wearing them out here?”

You swallow hard at the look of pure hunger in his eyes.

“I... my toes were cold...”

He purses his lips and shakes his head, walking you back until your hips hit the edge of the counter.

“No, I don’t think that’s it. You know what happens when you wear those socks, what it does to me.”

You’d be lying if you said teasing him wasn’t on your mind when you put them on, but you didn’t think he’d react like this.

“I was cold,” you try again, eyes connecting with Steve’s over the brunet’s shoulder.

The blond looks away when his friend grabs your throat.

“Well, how’s about I warm you up, hmm?” His words are purred into your ear and you can’t stop your thighs from clenching at the thought of it.

He spins you around and guides you to the kitchen island, pushing your shoulders down until you’re bent over the cool marble surface, then bunches the shirt up around your waist.

“No panties?”

Your eyes find Steve’s again right as Bucky’s hand comes down hard against your ass.

You yelp at the sting of it, arching away until he soothes over it with his hand gently.

“If you want me to stick my cock in you, baby, all you need to do is ask.”