One Shots, Imagines & Drabbles - Characters

The Education of Bucky Barnes

Bucky wasn't a virgin.

Far from it.

But it had been a long time.

And you'd gone slow. Nearly a year of being together. You didn't want to rush into anything. You wanted him to go at his own pace.

Now here you were. Straddling his thighs. He'd said he was ready. But the look on his face said differently. Sex today was much different in his time.

And he was feeling the pressure.

"Doll, I...," he stuttered a bit as you leaned over, kissing slowly at his neck. He wanted you. He absolutely craved you. But he was terrified that he'd mess it up. "I don't want to hurt you," he said softly and you sat back up, meeting his eyes.

"Do you trust me?," you asked and he nodded. You trailed your fingers down the metal arm, still looking him in the eyes. "Well, I trust you, too," you said honestly and kissed him. "You won't hurt me."

He swallowed, still hesitating. "I don't even know if I...," he started again, blushing bright red and you caught the hint. "...Can get hard?," you asked with a small smile and he blushed more, nodding.

You sat up on your knees and pulled off your shirt, leaving your bare chest exposed to him. "Let's find out," you smirked, laying back down next to him. He swallowed again, almost averting his eyes, afraid his staring would somehow offend you.

"Sit up and move between my thighs," you instructed him and he looked a bit confused. "It's okay," you nodded and he moved, doing as you told him, looking more confused than ever. "Touch me," you said simply and his jaw dropped.

"W...where?," he asked, his voice barely above a whisper and you smiled. "Everywhere, Bucky," you replied and his hands shook, gently grazing your thighs. "It's okay," you repeated calmly, trying to soothe and encourage him.

"This okay?," he asked timidly and you nodded, silently encouraging him to keep going. He slowly moved his hands, swallowing audibly as his hands traced your hips. He watched in awe as the goosebumps erupted, almost unable to believe he'd done such a thing.

"Keep going," you told him and he trailed his hands up your sides, and he sighed, watching your eyes flutter shut. His flesh hand barely grazed your breast and you gasped, making him immediately pull it back.

You opened your eyes and took his hand, softly replacing it. He took the hint, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his fingers brushed over the soft flesh, making you moan.

"That's a beautiful sound," he whispered, letting his thumb graze your nipple. "Let's see if I can make you do it again," he said, the confidence now growing in his voice. The metal brushed against your other breast, and the contrast of warm and cold made you cry out, your back slightly arching off of the bed.

"Oh Doll," he breathed, doing it again, desperately trying to pull more sweet, sinful sounds from your lips. "Bucky," you whispered, now rolling your hips, wanting and needing more. He climbed over you, letting you now feel him.

"Knew you had it in you," you teased, smirk on your face and he leaned over, kissing you hard, passionately. He fueled your desire, making you almost impossibly wet. "Now I need it in me," you told him, nipping his bottom lip.

"Fill me up Bucky. I'm aching for you."

He pulled back, searching your eyes and you saw the doubt once more. You knew what he was afraid of. You sat up on your knees and looked at him. "Trust me," you said simply and he nodded again as you gently pushed him to his back.

"What are you doin', Doll?," he asked, his voice a bit shaky as you climbed over him. "Just trust me," you repeated and he nodded, his lips slightly open as you leaned over to kiss him, hand wrapped around him and lining him up with your entrance.

He gasped at your touch and you took the opportunity to slip your tongue into his mouth, swallowing his moan as you rolled your hips, taking all of him, to the hilt. "Oh fuck," he whimpered, pulling away from your lips, repeating your name like a mantra as you leaned forward, slowly rocking over him.

Oh god, oh Doll," he moaned, gripping your hips and closing his eyes. He wanted to feel everything. Commit this feeling to memory. It was better than he'd ever remembered. "Take it slow on an old man," he chuckled and you smiled, moving slower, letting yourself feel every inch of him.

After a few moments, he regained his confidence, flipping you both over. "Let me take care of you now," he said gruffly and you nodded as he lifted your leg over his shoulder, hitting you at an all new angle, making you cry out his name.

"James! Oh god," you moaned and it spurred him on, hearing his real name fall from your lips in that way. He lifted the other leg, adjusting his hips to get even deeper, constantly brushing over your g-spot, pushing you closer and closer to your release.

"You're close," he panted, lips pressed against your neck and you nodded. You desperately needed it, it was almost there. "Then cum for me, sweetheart," he whispered in your ear and as if on cue, you came with another cry of his name.

"Won't last," he whined, his hips stuttering and you kissed him passionately, pulling him over with you, earning the most beautiful moan you'd ever heard in your life as he came.

You laid together for awhile, blissed out and relaxed. He sighed contentedly and kissed over your neck as he held onto you. "Thank you," he said softly, "for everything." You looked up at him and smiled, nodding a bit.

"Get some rest. You have a lot to catch up on."