bucky barnes imagines

lxi. RELAX [smut]

A/N – WARNING: SMUT. Again.

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Something was wrong.

Bucky could sense it – you'd been acting strange all week, but today was even worse than before. You got out of bed immediately after waking up, not even opting to cuddle with him for a few minutes like usual. You stayed at work for an extra couple of hours and, when you finally came back home, you barely even spoke, simply greeting him with a curt nod before brushing off his well intentioned questions about your day.

When you disappeared into your office after dinner (which you'd barely touched, even though he'd cooked your favourite meal for you), Bucky decided to take matters into his own hands. He crept towards the door, which was slightly ajar, and peered through, seeing you sitting at your desk with a huge stack of paperwork in front of you.

For a good twenty minutes, you didn't even move. Assuming that you were just reading the documents, Bucky hung his head in disappointment, slowly turning around to head back to the living room, alone again. But a loud thud followed by a pained groan caused him to stop in his tracks.

You'd thrown the papers to the ground in frustration, rolling your eyes at nobody in particular when every sheet scattered in a different direction. In some ridiculous act of defiance, you then laid down on the carpet, breathing deeply in a failed attempt to calm yourself down a little.

When Bucky saw you sprawled on the floor, he was by your side in an instant, having already assumed the worst. You cocked an eyebrow when he aggressively shook your shoulder and he sighed in relief, supportively resting a hand on your thigh where your dress had ridden up slightly.

"You alright, Y/N?" he asked quietly, although the answer to that was plainly obvious.

"No," you huffed. "This stupid job has taken over my entire life this week."

"Quit," Bucky replied. He wished it was that simple – if you didn't have to work, you could spend every minute of every day with him, and he would love that. But this was your dream job, no matter how difficult it was sometimes.

"You know I can't," you sighed, rubbing your temples harshly. "My boss really wants us to make a good impression on this client, and I-I don't know, it's tricky, I just have so much to do. It'll get better soon, I know it will, but... but I'm so stressed, Bucky."

Bucky wasn't too good at coping with his own worries, let alone anyone else's; being a man of few words, he was never quite sure of what to say when you needed a little pick-me-up. However, as he let his metal fingers trace soothing circles on your exposed skin, he suddenly decided that he knew the perfect way to release some of your pent up tension.

As soon as an eager smirk made its way onto his face, you knew what he was thinking – you definitely weren't opposed to the idea, either. Bucky met your gaze, silently asking for permission as he let his hand roam a little higher.

A hurried nod from you was all it took before your dress was completely hiked up, the material catching at your waist and exposing your panties, which were already becoming damper by the second. You'd been so busy recently that you hadn't even noticed how much you needed this.

Bucky ran his fingers over the smooth lace, momentarily savouring the way you squirmed beneath his touch. Eager to please you, he swiftly pulled the undergarments down your legs and tossed them aside.

Gently pushing your thighs apart, he started with tiny kitten licks to your clit, feather light motions of his tongue that sent sparks through your core. He hummed against you when your hands tangled in his hair, and you couldn't help but whimper at the short vibrations.

Bucky kept his movements leisurely and delicate; he wanted to take his time with you, to focus completely on sating your need. Subconsciously, you rocked your hips, savouring the way his stubble scratched your skin.

He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and sucked lightly, still swirling his tongue around it, a combination that had you arching your back in bliss. You let your eyes flutter closed, fixating purely on the delicious feeling thrumming through you, until Bucky drove two fingers into your entrance and you gasped – half in surprise, half in enjoyment.

Each thrust pulled hushed moans from your lips as you felt your walls tighten a little, your high steadily approaching. When Bucky curled his fingers to press more firmly against your sweet spot, you couldn't suppress the cry that escaped you.

"There... please," you breathed, incapable of even forming a full sentence as heat pooled in your stomach.

Bucky continued to push you to the brink, his tongue and fingers working simultaneously while you writhed in pleasure. As you tugged on the ends of his hair, he groaned, triggering your release. The coil within you snapped and you chanted his name as ecstasy washed over you, leaving your body limp and thoroughly relaxed.

Bucky removed his fingers, bringing them up to his mouth so he could suck them clean. When he leaned down to kiss you tenderly, you could taste yourself on his tongue, sweet and saccharine.

"Better?" he asked, sending you a smug smirk as you finally managed to open your eyes again.

"Better."