bucky barnes imagines

xxxvi. SECRETS [smut]

A/N – So, this is kinda smut, but kinda comedy too? Bare with it. I'm proud of this one.

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It was your secret.

You would fall asleep in his arms and wake up to him pressing light kisses to your neck. Every morning, you tiptoed out of his room, giggling at the possibility of being caught red handed. Mission briefings became hell as he would teasingly glide his hand over your thigh under the table. And, by God, it was almost impossible to suppress your moans every time you found yourself pinned against a wall, being fucked harder, faster, better than you ever dreamed of, with the weight of a metal hand wrapped around your throat.

Bucky Barnes would be the death of you.

Both you and Bucky loved sneaking around. There was no real reason to hide your relationship; it wasn't forbidden in any way (and you lived with the Avengers. They had worse things to worry about). But it added an extra level of intensity – being together felt thrilling. Enticing.

Sinful.

You knew that the longer your relationship was kept secret, the harder it would be to finally tell your friends – especially Nat and Steve, who kept insisting that you and Bucky would make the cutest couple. On one occasion, Nat had even tried to play matchmaker by "accidentally" locking the two of you inside a storage closet together for an hour... and, by some kind of miracle, she believed it when you told her that you'd just talked the entire time.

Technically, it wasn't a lie – dirty talk is still talking, right?

In any case, it was the unspoken truth that, one day, you and Bucky would be found out.

Four months into your relationship, that day finally arrived – and it couldn't have been more awkward.

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You slept peacefully in Bucky's arms, emitting quiet sighs every now and then as the sun cast a warm glow over his room. As always, he woke up first. A dazed smile appeared on his face as he glanced at you, wrapped up in nothing but the sheets, sparking memories of the previous night. Despite still being thoroughly worn out, Bucky felt the heat beginning to pool below his stomach.

He glanced at the clock, which read 9:45am. For a second, he panicked – a team meeting was taking place at 10am. But then he remembered the reason why he hadn't set an alarm; the clocks had been turned back by one hour, meaning that it was actually 8:45am.

He had plenty of time to make you feel good again. Oh, the things he wanted to do to you.

Absentmindedly, he slid his hands under the sheet and began to massage the smooth, exposed skin of your back. You let out a quiet, sleepy whine as his metal hand rounded the curve of your ass. Within seconds, your eyes fluttered open and you rolled over to lie on your back.

"Morning, kitten," Bucky murmured. You bit your lip, already turned on purely by the sound of his morning voice and the feeling of his hands roaming your body. Just as you were about to reply, you felt the bed dip slightly and suddenly Bucky was between your legs, lightly pushing your thighs apart.

You gasped as he attached his lips to your clit, sucking it gently before kitten licking the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched a little and Bucky smirked as you let out a small moan of his name. Still teasing you with his tongue, he pushed two cool metal fingers into your core.

"Mm, so wet," he mumbled against you, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. Your moans became louder and more frequent as his fingers found a steady rhythm, pressing against your g-spot with every thrust.

You gripped the sheets and your eyes fluttered closed as a knot began to form in your stomach, telling you that your climax was approaching.

"Bucky... fuck, don't stop," you moaned.

Smirking devilishly, Bucky pulled away from you as he felt you clench around his fingers. You whined at the loss of contact, causing him to chuckle darkly as he sat up, ridding himself of his boxers.

"Not yet, sweetheart..."

Bucky swiftly flipped you over so that he was leaning against the wall, with you straddling his lap. You kissed him lustfully, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. When you broke apart, you reached down and wrapped a hand around his length, pumping him a few times before guiding him to your entrance. You bit your lip, holding in an obscene moan as he pushed inside you, filling you completely.

"Gonna make you see stars."

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Meanwhile, the mission briefing that Bucky was supposed to attend had just concluded. Of course, his absence hadn't gone unnoticed – and now, Steve, Nat and Sam were all on their way to give him a lecture about punctuality.

Obviously, Bucky had no idea. Being a little old fashioned, he didn't know that the clocks in the tower all changed automatically – meaning he was about to pay the price for the fun he'd decided to have with you that morning.

"Y/N technically wasn't supposed to be at this meeting because she isn't coming on the mission with us next week," Nat reasoned. "So, let's just check on Bucky."

When they arrived at his room, the three stood in silence as Steve pressed his ear to the door. After a second, Bucky emitted a groan, causing everyone's eyes to widen. However, while Nat and Sam clearly understood what they were hearing, poor, innocent Steve wasn't quite up to speed – not that anybody was about to tell him what was really happening inside that room.

"He's having a nightmare, we gotta go in and wake him up."

Steve jiggled the door handle, but it was locked. Oblivious to the quiet giggles of his friends, took a few steps back, his jaw set in determination.

"Stand back."

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Bucky's hands gripped your waist as you rocked back and forth, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. Your breathing became erratic as he slammed into you, repeatedly hitting a spot that really did make you see stars.

"C-close," you moaned out, in too much bliss to form a coherent sentence. Bucky groaned in response as your walls tightened around him, knowing that he was nearing his release too. He leaned forward slightly to pepper kisses over your neck, nibbling gently on your sensitive spot, knowing that the sensation would tip you over the edge.

"Let go, doll," Bucky growled, "wanna hear you scream my name."

With a final thrust, both of you were sent into a state of ecstasy. Bucky's eyes slipped shut as he released inside you while your own orgasm hit you...

...and the bedroom door crashed to the floor after a concerned Steve Rogers bashed it down.

"BUCKY!" you and Steve gasped at the same time.

A sudden silence followed, broken only by the sound of yours and Bucky's heavy panting – and the laughter of Nat and Sam as they ran down the corridor, yelling "I KNEW IT!"

You quickly climbed off of Bucky and covered yourself with the sheet as Steve stood in the doorway, the broken door at his feet, gaping at what he'd just witnessed. After a few very awkward seconds, your breathing regulated enough for you to offer one word in response to the situation.

"...Surprise?"