Something More

It didn't seem possible, but after your first hookup and your late night conversation your bond with Bucky grew stronger with the two of you in near constant contact. If you weren't on the phone talking you were texting each other memes and if you weren't doing that you were hanging out with each other. 

More than once Natasha had teasingly brought up the way the two of you were acting someone would think you were dating. The comment had made you laugh and roll your eyes at first, but the more you dwelled on her words the more you wondered if there was a grain of truth to it. 

Sure, you had caught him glancing at you more than usual, but you were pretty sure it was only because he was still worried about moving too fast. And yeah when you guys had gone out to eat with Steve and Nat you had noticed the way he'd let his fingers brush against yours anytime he passed you something over the table, but you were pretty sure it was only because the table was small it was hard not to do that. 

And okay yeah maybe he had been calling you every night to say good night. Most nights even staying on the phone until you fell asleep, but you were pretty sure that it was only because it reminded both of you when you were kids. Nostalgia was powerful, that was all. Nothing had changed. The two of you were still best friends, would always be best friends and that's how you guys were still acting. At least that's what you tried to tell yourself.

You were still trying to convince yourself of that when you arrived at his apartment for movie night. Seeing him in a pair of grey joggers and a tight black tee shirt made that difficult when all you could think about was the way he looked with only his boxers on. You hadn't even been in his apartment for five minutes and already your teeth were tugging on lower lip which only served to remind you of your phone conversation where he had told you exactly what he wanted to do when he saw you do that.

"You didn't tell me tonight was goin' to be a fancy movie night," he teased, his eyes drinking you in.

Looking down at your simple thin strapped blue dress with white flowers that rested at your knees you rolled your eyes. "Very funny. I went out for coffee after work with Nat and didn't feel like going back to our place to change, but clearly I didn't get the memo we were having a pajama party tonight," you teased right back, tossing your light sweater and purse by his door. Kicking off your shoes you walked over to the couch sitting down. "What are we watching?"

"Dunno yet," he said, scrolling through Netflix pausing occasionally to watch a preview before moving on.

"Don't pick something dumb."

"When have I ever picked something dumb?" He scoffed, hitting play on a movie that was exactly that, dumb.

"Seriously? No, Bucky we've seen this movie like ten times!" You whined, glaring at him.

"That's a bit of an exaggeration."

"It is not. We watched this last month. Pick something else."

"Don't think it's your turn to pick the movie."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously." Shrugging his shoulders he smirked as he settled into the couch ignoring the death glares you were shooting at him.

Crossing your arms over your chest you groaned leaning your head back against the couch you begrudgingly watch the movie he's made you sit through countless times already. Placing the remote on the coffee table Bucky gets up. Waiting until he leaves the room you grab the remote closing out of his movie and going back to the main screen you search for something else to watch.

"Did you really change my movie?"

"You weren't watching it."

"Cause I was in the bathroom!"

"Too bad."

"Y/N, give me the remote."

"No."

"Y/N," his voice is low and you can hear his footsteps moving behind the couch coming closer to you.

Tucking the remote in between your side and the couch cushion you ignore him watching as Netflix begins to play previews for another movie. "I told you we've already seen that movie ten times. And it's not even that good!"

"I can't believe you just said that," he muttered. His hand dives between your side and the couch trying to grab the remote, but you're faster as you swat his hand away. Bucky's expression is one of amusement as he stares you down. "Really?"

"Really."

Sighing he moves around the couch sitting down next to you his shoulder bumping against yours as the soft material of his joggers brush against your bare leg. Biting down on your lower lip you clench your thighs together struggling to focus on anything other than how close he is, how easy it would be for him to pin you underneath him and kiss you, how easy it would be to climb into his lap and kiss those perfect lips.

"You plan on watching this preview all night?"

"What?"

Glancing between him and the tv you murmur an oh before reaching for the remote. Before you have a chance to click on anything he's plucking the remote from your hand and navigating his way back through the main menu.

"Bucky!"

"I promise we'll only watch it if we can't find anything else."

"You've been making a lot of promises. You sure you can keep them all?"

"I always keep my promises."

Leaning down so his mouth is pressed against your ear he whispered, "You're still in charge. So if there's something you want you gotta tell me."

Shivering as his warm breath hits you you whine. You've never been good at telling people what you want, especially when it comes to relationships and this no exception. "Bucky..."

"Tell me what you want, Y/N," he murmured, and as you shift on the couch you can practically feel him smiling against your ear. "Come on, I don't bite, unless you want me to."

"You know what I want," you whispered, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. Nipping at his lower lip you whine when he pulls back with a small shake of his head.

"Honey, need to hear you say it. You know the rules." His words are sweet as he gently cups your warm cheek and the touch though meant to be comforting has the opposite effect for you. It lights your body on fire. It's subtle at first, but your breathing picks up, your underwear growing slicker, heat rising to your face and you wonder if he knows what's he doing to you. Leaning in for another kiss you groan when he pulls back at the last second.  

"I hate your dumb rules."

His laughter surprises you almost as much as when he grants you that kiss you were so eagerly looking for only moments before, but it's just a peck not nearly enough to dampen the fire he's lit inside of you.

"Since when? You thrive on rules."

"I do not."

He stared into your eyes for a moment, the pad of his thumb brushing over your cheek and as you try to focus on his words all you can think about is tilting your head just so and taking his thumb into your mouth again. Your mouth waters with the thought and you know this torture could be over if you tell him what he needs to hear, but you can't.

"You do too. Remember when you were a senior and you refused to skip on senior skip day? And I to-,"

"Kidnapped me. You kidnapped me and took me to Coney Island," you finished for him, smiling at the memory.

Scoffing he continued to rub the pad of his thumb over your cheek. "You really gotta stop saying it like that you're gonna get me in trouble some day," he teased. "The point is we had fun that day didn't we? Yeah, I had to force you to follow the rules and do skip day, but we went to Coney Island. I won you that giant unicorn. Bought you cotton candy. We went on the wonder wheel at sunset like you always wanted to do."

Your mind drifted back to that day that seemed so long ago. It was true you hadn't wanted to do skip day for fear that you'd get in trouble. When you had told Bucky he had scoffed saying it was a tradition calling it practically a rule in its own right. When he had offered to take you to school you hadn't thought anything of it until he had led you in the opposite direction promising you a day you wouldn't forget and he had been right. It was one of your most cherished memories and you still had that unicorn he won.

"My point is," he continued, brushing his lips lightly across yours in a teasing kiss that had you aching for more. "Good things happen when you follow the rules. And if you tell me what you want, sweetheart I can make you feel so fuckin' good."

"Bucky," you breathed, his name seeming to be the only thing you're capable of saying. 

Hating and enjoying his teasing at the same time you bit your lower lip as he pressed a kiss behind your ear. You're convinced he's doing this on purpose, wearing that tight tee shirt, sitting so close to you when there's no reason for him to be, whispering such teasing words in your ear to tempt you. 

Humming he presses a soft kiss to your neck and you swear you're going to burst. How is it possible that one kiss could feel so good? His lips move lower as he presses another kiss to your burning skin and it's then that you know if you don't do something and soon you really are going to burst. 

Your body moves with a quickness that catches both of you off guard as you move to straddle his waist. Your dress is pooled around your thighs, your hands resting on his shoulders as you take a moment to enjoy the look of surprise on Bucky's face. It's not often you're able to catch him off guard like this and though you want nothing more than to commit this to memory his hands are gliding up and down your sides, his touch sending jolts of need and want straight to your core.

"I want you to keep your promise," you murmured lowly. Kissing the corner of his mouth you bit back the giggle that threatened to bubble up in your throat at the way his beard tickled your cheek. "And get me off." It was stupid after he had seen you almost naked, but asking so bluntly for something made you feel embarrassed. Working your lips across his cheek and down his jaw you smiled against his flushed skin when you heard his breathing pick up.

"Need you to be more specific. There's a lot of ways I can get you off, honey. Like this," he said, his voice oozing lust as he gripped your hips in his large hands helping you to grind down against his erection.

"Yes, Bucky," you gasped. The friction was too much and not enough at the same time, but before you had a chance to roll your hips against him again he was stilling your movements.

"Or with my fingers," he said, his voice dropping an octave. Slipping his fingers under the bunched up hem of your dress he skimmed them up your thighs smirking when your legs parted on their own.

Digging your nails into his shoulders you squirmed on his lap searching for any kind of friction you could get when he pulled his fingers away. "Please," you whimpered and for the first time you didn't care how needy or whiny you sounded.

"Or with my mouth," he murmured, pressing an open mouth kiss to your neck. Pushing your hair behind your ear he smirked at the way your body melted in his arms.

"Oh, you moaned. Just the thought of his tongue slipping past your wet folds had wetness pooling in your underwear.

"What do you need, baby? Tell me what you want," he prompted, desperation lacing his words.

You weren't sure how he expected you to talk when all you could focus on was the way his lips were sucking greedily on your neck no doubt marking you for everyone to see. His beard was rough against your sweaty skin and you wondered what it would feel like between your legs or on your breasts. Rocking your hips against his you pressed your mouth against his ear panting and gasping when his palm flattened against your back pushing you closer to him.

"Say it. Need you to say it, Y/N," he growled. As if to emphasize his words his teeth sunk into your neck. The sharp pain mixed with the pleasure of his soft joggers rubbing against your soaked underwear had you crying against him. His tongue swirled against the newly formed mark as he looked to ease the stinging pain. "Say it, baby."

"I-I, *please*," you begged, unable to form the words to give him what he wanted, but too afraid to stay silent in case he stopped again.

 Pulling your mouth away from his ear you glanced down at with him with wide lust blown eyes praying that he could see how bad you needed this and he wouldn't make you say the words you clearly couldn't form right now. Using his shoulders for leverage you rolled your hips faster against him. Your head tilted back as the force of your hips caused the thin straps of your dress to slide down your shoulders exposing the straps of your lacy blue bra.

Lifting his hips up to meet your thrusts he watched in awe as your breasts bounced with each frantic roll of your hips. Slipping his hands back underneath your dress he cupped your ass, fingers digging into the skin before spreading his palms flat to help you move over him. Trailing his lips across your throat he kisses down your chest. His tongue darts out tracing the top lace of your bra and with the way your fingers tug roughly on his hair he knows he's on to something.

"Like that, sweetheart?" His tone is teasing and when he lifts his eyes up he has to struggle to think of anything else other than the way your teeth are tugging on your swollen lower lip before he cums too soon.

Not trusting yourself to speak you nod your head yes eagerly. Dipping your head down you crash your lips against his. The kiss is rough and sloppy and when you push your tongue past his parted lips to explore his mouth you take pride in the groan that you're able to pull from him. 

You've never been this forceful before, this needy, this in control and it's a powerful feeling one that you know you could get used to. Breaking the kiss you suck in a deep breath of air before slamming your lips back against his. Sucking on his lower lip you break the kiss again, your breath coming out in heavy pants as you rest your forehead against his.

"Bucky," you gasped. "God."

"I know, honey," he cooed breathlessly, his lips skimming across your heated cheek. His beard is rough and it burns against your flesh, but fuck if it doesn't feel good.

Unlike last time which had been sweet and almost loving with your hesitant touches and soft kisses and his constant asking that everything was okay this time it's rough and fast and animalistic. The couch cushions squeak beneath the frantic moves of your bodies. Your gasps and moans mix with his groans. Beads of sweat roll down the back of your neck and you know after tonight you're never going to be able to look at his couch the same way.

"Don't stop. I'm close, Bucky, so close," you panted, tugging on his hair.

"Fuck, Y/N," he groaned. Keeping his hands under your dress he slipped them back up to your waist. He could feel your rhythm getting sloppier with each move. Holding you close he thrusted upwards groaning when he hit that perfect spot.

"Bucky," you cried out, burying your head in his neck. Closing your eyes tightly your body shook in his embrace as your orgasm flooded through your body. Slumping forward your breath came out in heavy pants and though you felt bad that Bucky was now doing all the work to reach his own release you weren't sure you could move your hips even if you wanted to.

"Fuck, sweetheart feels so good," Bucky moaned. His thrusts are forceful and sloppy and when he feels your hot breath hitting his neck and your body trembling in his arms it only takes him a few more thrusts before he's groaning, his hips faltering before coming to a complete stop as his own release washes over him.

With the debate over what to watch long forgotten the tv is silent, the only sounds in Bucky's apartment is that of your heavy breaths and gasps mingling together as each of you come down from your highs.

Stroking your fingers through his sweaty hair your eyes flutter open, but you keep your head buried in his neck. Partly from embarrassment partly because it's comforting.

"C'mere," he murmured. Letting go of your waist he gently cups the back of your neck guiding your lips to his. Unlike the last kiss this one is sweet and gentle as he coaxes you out of your lust induced state. With one hand on your neck he slips his other hand under your dress, your skin is hot to the touch and he smirks when he hears you sighing against his lips as he begins to rub your lower back. "You okay?"

With your head beginning to clear and your senses slowing coming back you notice the quiet in the apartment, notice the way his lips are so soft as they move over yours, notice the mess the two of you made. Your underwear is soaked and so are his joggers. 

Part of you wanted to get off his lap and get cleaned up, but another part of you wants to stay here close to him as he kisses you and rubs your back. You realize that even though the two of you aren't dating he's treated you better than either of your exes ever did and you wonder what it would be like to have him as a boyfriend. If every ended hookup would entail him rubbing your back and kissing you sweetly and checking that you were okay. The most you ever got from your ex was a throwaway line about how it was great babe and he'd see you later.

They're dangerous thoughts to have and you realize just how easy it is for the line to blur between friends and something more. Realize why he had been so reluctant to go along with this arrangement in the first place. But you also realize how safe and comfortable he makes you feel. Realize how you had expected this to be awkward as the afterglow faded, but all you feel is at peace, embers still burning in the pit of your stomach. 

It doesn't matter that he just got you off he's lit a fire inside of you that only he can extinguish. It doesn't matter that if you close your eyes you can hear Natasha and Steve warning you this is a bad idea. Warning you that someone is bound to get hurt. You don't believe that. Not when his fingers are feather light against your heated skin, not when he's staring up at you as if you're the most important person in his world.

"More than okay. It was really, really good," you whispered against his lips. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah? I'm glad you thought it was really, really good," he teased, imitating your voice. Laughing when he hears you groaning against his lips. There's no way be can tell you how good it felt for him, how natural it felt to hear you moaning his name, how good it felt to feel your wetness through your underwear because of him, how much it boosted his ego knowing that he was the one who had you shaking and moaning. "I'm good."

"Shut up," you giggled. Pressing a final kiss to his lips you move to get off his lap surprised when you feel the hand on your back pressing you closer to him. "Bucky?"

"You know I think the promise was that I'd get you off as much as you wanted, any way you wanted."

"You don't have to."

"I want to, Y/N."

Pulling back you stare down at him surprised to see nothing but sincerity reflected back in his eyes. Biting your lower lip you give your head a small nod.

Bucky slides his hand from the back of your neck to your cheek, the pad of his thumb gently brushing over your warm skin. "Need to hear it."

Your eyes flutter shut, your teeth tugging on your lower lip as you take a moment to enjoy his gentle touches on your lower back and on your face. The thought of him touching you has heat flooding to your core and you're embarrassed to admit that you're already growing wet again.

Opening your eyes you give him another small nod. "Touch me," you breathed, your lips brushing over his in an attempt to distract him from your obvious embarrassment at being so needy.

Surprised that he kisses you back you're even more surprised when he doesn't make any immediate moves to touch you until you realize that he's still letting you set the pace. You want to tell him how much you appreciate it, but the words get caught in the back of your throat when you feel him deepening the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours causing you to moan and unintentionally grind down against him. Breaking the kiss to catch his breath he slowly repositions you so you're laying on your back as he hovers over you.

With your hair spread out on the couch, your dress bunched up by your hips exposing your thighs and underwear, your chest rising and falling with anticipation and nerves, your lips swollen from kisses Bucky swears he's never seen you look more beautiful and though he knows he shouldn't be thinking about you like that he can't help it. 

Licking his lower lip he watched you for another couple of seconds, his eyes boring into yours searching for any sign of doubt or regret. When he sees none he leans down to press a chaste kiss to your lips. He'd never admit it out loud, but he's nervous. Ghosting his fingertips up the inside of your thighs he watches the way your breathing picks up and he'd never admit it out loud, but he loves the way he's able to get your body to react from the simplest touches. "You sure?"

"Yes."

With a final confirmation he brushed his knuckles across you clothed core, gasping at the light touch you rest your hands on his shoulders. Sliding one hand to the back of his neck you guide his lips down to yours as you tangle your other hand in his hair. Pushing your underwear to the side he slowly pushes a finger past your wet folds causing your hips to buck up with need. 

Moaning into the kiss you give a harsh tug to his hair when he begins to move. His movements are slow and careful and you're not sure if it's because he's still letting you set the pace or because he knows it's been a long time since someone last touched you. Either way you appreciate how gentle he's being, but you can't help but need more. 

Another tug to his hair, teeth nipping at his bottom harsher than you intended has him groaning against your kiss stained lips. Stroking your nails down the back of his neck you lift your hips up wriggling them as you silently beg him for more. Taking the hint his thumb circles your clit causing you to arch your back and break the kiss.

Giving you time to adjust he's careful when he slips a second finger in pausing his ministrations when your nails dig into his neck. The slight stinging of him stretching you and the brief second of uncomfortableness ebbs when he presses down on your clit.  

Kissing your neck Bucky groaned when you grinded your hips against his fingers. 

"You're so fuckin' tight. So fuckin' warm," he mumbled. His beard rubbed against your face and neck as he kissed lower causing your body to squirm underneath his at the tickling feeling.

"B-Bucky," you panted, your fingers tugging on his hair. Desperate to feel more of him, more of his touch you untangled your fingers from his hair as you shove your hands under the hem of his shirt. Your hands explore the warm skin of his back, the way his muscles shudder beneath your hands. You want to ask him to take his shirt off, but your words are lost when he curls his fingers inside of you. "Oh, oh god, again."

"You like that, honey? Wanna make you feel good, Y/N, wanna make you feel so fuckin' good." With his face still buried in your neck alternating between kissing and sucking on the spots he's come to learn are your weakness he focuses on your moans and breathy little pants as he curls his fingers inside of you again. Smirking against your neck when you lift your hips up he adds more pressure to you clit, groaning when your walls clench around his fingers.

Digging your nails into his shoulders you try to ignore the sweat you can feel lining your forehead. You're overwhelmed by how good everything feels right now. It was never like this whenever you got yourself off and it certainly never felt this good with your ex. 

You swear you can feel the pleasure shooting through every inch of your body from the tip of your head to the tips of your toes and not for the first time tonight do you wonder what it'll be like when it's all of him inside of you instead of just his fingers. As he continues to curl his fingers inside of you hitting that one spot you can feel the familiar coil tightening in your stomach and you know you aren't going to last much longer. It's been way too long since someone's touched you.

Arching your back and whimpering you tilt your head back hissing when you feel Bucky's teeth grazing across your throat. You're sure you'll be covered in marks again, but right now you don't care, you don't care about anything other than the way he's making you feel. It's overwhelming in the best way possible and when you open your eyes and see him staring down at you with an intensity you're not used to seeing you swear you could come right there.

"You are, Bucky, it feels so good, you feel so good please don't stop," you babbled. You've never been so needy before and if you weren't so close you'd be embarrassed.

It's not intentional, but he can't help smiling at the way you're begging him, the way your body is practically shaking underneath his with need and want because of him. "Yeah? You sure it feels good?" He teased, hissing when your nails scrape down his back in retaliation.

"Shut. U- oh I'm so close, Bucky," you gasped, your hips thrusting up again as he makes a come hither motion with his fingers.

"You gonna come again already, honey? Fuck, it really has been a long time since someone touched you hasn't it?"

You were helpless to his words. Each dirty syllable that left his lips urging you closer to your second release of the night. Unable to do anything but squirm underneath him and claw at his back you whined. His name spilling from your swollen lips with a strangled cry when his fingers pushed deeper inside of you hitting that one spot that made you see stars.

"Shh 'm gonna take care of you. Always gonna take care of you, sweetheart," he cooed, watching with awe the way your body gave into his every touch.

The teasing is gone when sees how close you are. Crashing his lips down against yours he adds more pressure to your clit, his fingers easily slipping in and out of you from the slickness coating you and when he feels your walls clenching he knows it's not going to take much longer to get you to come. 

"Let go, baby, c'mon, let yourself feel good," he coaxed against your lips. "Only wanna make you feel good."

Everything happens at once. His words. His fingers curling inside you. The pressure against your clit. The sounds of your moans. The feeling of his hot breathing mixing with yours. The sounds of his fingers inside of you. The coil in your abdomen snaps causing your back to arch and his name to come tumbling from your lips in a string of chants. Your body shakes, your nails dig into his back, your toes curl all as your orgasm washes over you. It's intense and you're not sure you're ever going to climb down from the high. Vaguely you can hear Bucky's voice murmuring your name, telling you how good you did as he peppers your sweaty skin with kisses.

Knowing that you're sensitive and overwhelmed he's careful when he slips his fingers out of you noting the way you whine at the loss of him he can't help but smirk.

"Stay with me. Stay the night."

If you weren't still coming down from your high you would have heard the neediness in his voice. Stroking your fingers down his back you give a small nod of your head before answering yes. Despite knowing that the two of you should get cleaned up and changed you're reluctant to let him go. A feeling that appears mutual as you feel his fingertips move up and down your side, each of you content to bask in your afterglow.