Summary: Bucky survives the war and comes home just a little bit changed. His girl loves him anyways, and she knows exactly how to show it.
Pairing: 40s!Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 4425
Warning: Fluff, feelings, and SMUT.
A/N: Hi, this is my favorite thing ever. I loved writing it and I so want to write more. I hope you guys like it too, please let me know what you think!
“Dahlin,”
Bucky whispers in her ear as they sway together in the smoky dance hall, lazy
jazz music washing over them from the band in the corner. “Let’s go home.”
She presses a kiss to his jaw, a smile
on her lips.
James hands stay appropriately high on
her hips, just as he promised her. But she knows he’s dying to let them slip
lower and rove over the curve of her ass. “I’m not done dancin’ yet, and you
promised me a nice night out.”
“That I did,” he sighs. “Promised ya.”
She leans close, mouth against his
ear, maybe a little too close to be appropriate. “You’ve been so good for me
tonight.”
He shivers against her a little before
pulling away as the song playing ends with a flourish. There’s a blush high on
his cheekbones. Y/N takes his hand, an innocent smile on her face. “You’re a
handsome devil, Bucky Barnes.”
His smile is wide and charming as he
allows her to pull him back across the hall. “I’ll buy you a drink, dahlin,” he
says, tightening his fingers against hers. “If you aren’t quite ready ta go home
yet.”
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Bucky’s body trembled lightly, his shoulders were getting sore and the pressure in his pants was getting almost painful. His toes barely had purchase on the floor and twice he had lost balance and been left to dangle helplessly. A shaky moan escaped him as the leather belt around his waist was tightened by another hole, his breathing once more became restricted and he lost his footing.
A large set of hands settled on his hips and pulled him back up before they were replaced by a smaller set of hands massaging up along his biceps as far as they could reach, adjusting his blindfold and pressing her body against him, ‘Doing alright, Soldier?’ Y/N pressed her lips to his throat, her tongue capturing a pearl of salty perspiration as she waited for him to nod. ‘Tighter? He nodded slowly, waiting for the next belt to be tightened, unsure which it would be and moaning lewdly when the larger hands pulled the belt across his chest tighter, his ribs almost creaking at the pressure and a violent shiver ran down his spine when his breath came a little short.
‘Buck?’ The slightly concerned voice of his friend and a steadying hand on his hip made the brunette lick his lips.
10. “I don’t need protection! Especially not from you!”
The voices were soft but loud enough to draw your attention. Furrowing your brow, you rounded the corner from the hallway. Sam’s voice the only one you can make out in the living room.
“Just take it” Sam grumbles clearly exasperated with whoever he was talking to.
“I don’t need protection! Especially not from you!” Bucky’s voice raises in volume and you had no idea what your boyfriend was talking about until Sam interjected again.
“It’s your 5th date man, just take it incase” Sam said, the soft sound of crinkling heard.
“I don’t need-” and that moment your curiosity took the better of you and you rounded into the living room.
“Hey, you two” you grin as Bucky’s eyes dart to you, Sam quickly hiding something behind his back. “What are you guys talking about?” you titled your head curiously walking close enough to Bucky to wrap your arm around his waist by his side.
“Sam keeps trying to give me condoms for our date” Bucky admits as Sam’s face contorts into one of shock at his blatant confession.
“Not exactly subtle there” Sam mumbles as you hold your hand out. When he doesn’t move you wiggle your fingers expectantly. Sam groans softly before putting the small row of condoms into your hand. You scan the foil packages before you giggle quietly.
“Tell him the real reason you won’t take them” you look up at your boyfriend who has the slightest blush on his cheeks. Sam looks between you both confused. When Bucky flushes red, you look to Sam handing the condoms back to him.
“He needs a bigger size” you grin as Sam’s eyes widen comically and Bucky rubs the back of his neck in awkwardness.
Tetralea 