One Shots, Imagines & Drabbles - Characters

Touch (Bucky)

It was no surprise to you that Bucky was touch-starved.

Years of torture. Brain washing.

All the things that HYDRA did to him, put into his head. The man was nothing but a weapon, a machine for decades. He'd almost forgotten what it felt like to be intimate with someone.

Touched.

But here he was, laying back. Your hands were threaded through his dark locks, gently tugging when you reached the ends. Earning quiet groans from his lush lips. He was completely at your mercy.

He'd practically begged for you to touch him. But truth was, you didn't need much persuasion. Four months together and you'd been so patient with him. He'd had a rough time after the last war. He'd lost so, so much.

And you'd been there, helping him heal. Helping him grieve. Helping him find his way. He trusted you with his whole being and you knew, you understood that it was a rare occurrence with Bucky. He didn't let many people in.

"Doll," he breathed, his voice low and it sent shivers down your spine. "You gotta do more," he told you and you smiled, straddling his hips. "And you gotta be patient," you reminded him. He sighed heavily and closed his eyes, surrendering to you once more.

You wanted to move faster. You were already beginning to soak through the thin fabric of your panties. He'd know, even if he couldn't feel it. He could always smell your arousal. It drove him crazy, always lit a fire deep within him. But he'd simply not been ready to give himself to you.

Until tonight.

"Touch me tonight," he'd pleaded. "Please Y/N, I can't wait anymore. You're so beautiful. I need you," he told you and it was all you needed.

He huffed impatiently again and you gave him a small roll of your hips, letting him feel your wetness. "Oh...oh, fuck," he moaned and his eyes flew open. "You're so wet, Kitten," he breathed and you bit your lip, nodding. "Yes, and if you're good," you said, "you can touch."

He gripped your hips, the contrast of warm and cold made your whole body erupt in goosebumps and you silently hoped he'd use the metal one on you later. "Like that?," he breathed, a smirk on his beautiful lips and you nodded, now trailing your hands over his shoulders and down both arms.

He loved that you loved all of him. He'd been wary of the metal appendage, afraid it would turn you off, but it had the opposite effect. You fantasized regularly about it, how it would feel. He hummed appreciatively when your hands made their way over his chest, still taking your time.

You watched the way his body reacted to your hands, the gentle feel of your fingers across his skin. You watched his face, his mouth slightly open, his eyelids heavy. His lust blown pupils. He wanted you as badly as you wanted him. But he wanted to be touched and you were happy to oblige.

You sat up a little straighter and adjusted yourself, so that you were directly over his now-hard cock. You rolled your hips again and he let out a nearly feral growl, the sound going straight to your cunt. "Do that again and I won't last," you warned him and he gave you a wink.

You adjusted yourself again, straddling one thigh and you moaned as you dragged your clothed pussy over it. His eyes widened a fraction and he couldn't help but push himself up on his elbows to watch you. "Like what you see, Daddy?," you teased, rolling your hips again and he growled again, deep, throaty and you swore you could come by that alone.

You bit your lip, moaning his name and that was Bucky's breaking point. He flipped you over, pinning your hands above your head with the metal arm and nipped your neck. "Wanna touch you now," he breathed in your ear.

Your cunt clenched at his words and you nodded breathlessly as his tongue explored your mouth, licking. Tasting you and you cried out when you felt his flesh fingers brush over your soaked folds.

"Gonna make you cum, gonna make you scream for me tonight," he whispered against your lips and pushed two fingers into your aching core, pumping them in and out at an agonizingly slow pace.

You bucked your hips, desperate for friction and he growled, low and dangerously. It was a warning. "Be patient," he told you. "So tight. Bet you're gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock," he moaned, now pumping faster, the sounds driving him crazy.

"Gonna feel like heaven. Gonna make me cum so hard inside you," he said, his voice shaking. He leaned over and bit down on your neck and the dam broke. Your body seized up, crying out his name as you spilled all over his fingers. He grinned and brought them to his lips, tasting you for the first time.

"Tastes so good, but I gotta be inside you, Doll," he moaned, lifting your legs over his shoulders and filling you with a deep trust of his hips. You couldn't help but scream out as he stretched you, reaching deeper than anyone ever had before. You knew in that moment that he'd ruined you for any other man.

He snapped his hips at an almost inhuman speed, bringing you to climax after climax, never letting up. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face and down his chest, but Bucky was determined to make sure he quenched the ache that the last decades had brought.

He was no longer a broken man as the moans and mewls fell from your lips, his name like a prayer, repeated over and over as he began to reach his high. The years of being touch starved were over as his hips stuttered and his voice broke, crying out your name as he finally came, ropes of his seed spilling inside you.

He fell beside you, his heart racing inside his chest, but so full of love for you. He kissed your head and whispered sweet things in your ear as you wrapped your sweaty, exhausted body around his. You could sleep now, rest, and so could he. Bucky was no longer a touched starved man, and he'd never be again.