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Recently you had just made the big milestone of moving out of your parents house and into one of your own. You were feeling a bit embarrassed that you had been living with your parents for so long. Now in your 20s, a lot of people your age were already starting families and you haven’t even been in a relationship since high school. You always tried to remind yourself that everyone moves at their own pace, and yours just happened to be...a little slower than others, in your opinion anyways.
Moving the boxes into your new house, your parents helping you. You told them that you just needed help moving everything inside and that they could leave after that was finished. Of course they insisted on helping you unpack, but you had to decline them. You loved your parents to death but you honestly could not wait to be alone. Caring the last box inside, your dad once again tried to persuade you into staying a little longer.
“Dad, I have it all under control.”
A few more ‘wells’ and ‘buts’ were exchanged before they both gave up and let you have your way. Smiling softly, you gave both your parents a hug before walking to the end of the sidewalk to their car.
“You know if you need us you can call us. Or Bucky.” Your dad called as he got into the driver's seat. You waved and said your goodbyes before they drove off. You walked back inside and started to unpack the essentials.
You had forgotten that your dad's friend, Bucky Barnes, lived on the street you just moved to. Remembering, you could feel heat rise to your ears. You always had a crush on him. Of course when you were a teenager you thought it was just a phase and that it would go away. As you became an adult you realize that your feelings about Bucky weren’t going away. You were pretty sure it was a hopeless crush and that he would never feel the same about you. Unsure if he was even interested in younger girls, you thought probably not.
Still, it didn’t stop you from thinking about him from time to time. The idea of him fulfilling your fantasies that you would have when you couldn’t fall asleep. Glancing at him whenever he was over at your parents. He used to drive you to school whenever your parents had to work extra early and even pick you up those rare times as well. Even though you felt awkward during those moments you still did your best to make conversation with him, even if it was just small talk.
One feature you were always curious about was his arm. The metal one. Your eyes always fell upon it when you would take your ‘sneaky’ glances at him. You wondered what it felt like. The cool metal against skin. Imagining it running down your side, touching your stomach, your thighs, your- You shook your head, shaking the thought out of your head. You pressed your hands to your cheeks to try and stop the blushing.
Unknown to you, Bucky's feelings were mutual. Of course he didn’t seem to really think anything of you until you turned 18. Something about the way you started to carry yourself was intriguing to him. He could tell that you weren’t an innocent girl, but you made yourself seem like you were, polite, not too shy, but not too outgoing either. You seemed very determined and independent. He liked that.
He always caught you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He’d wait until you looked away to look back at you. His eyes are always drifting over your body automatically. He felt like such a pervert being attracted to his best friend's daughter. Not even sure if you had a thing for older men, he never got his hopes up. That didn’t stop the late night fantasies of his though.
As you were unpacking you noticed your bed frame was sitting in the boxed filled living room. You cursed to yourself and wished that you had asked your dad to help you move it into the bedroom before you left. That thought didn’t cross your mind until it was far too late. You pulled out your phone and looked at the time. You didn’t want to bother your parents as they would’ve just gotten back home. You looked back at the bed frame thinking that it was possible that you could move it on your own.
The attempt at moving the heavy wood object was unsuccessful. You could slide it across the floor but there was no way you’d be able to maneuver it to your room on your own. Sighing, not wanting to call your parents, you dial Bucky's number. You didn't want to call and bother him either, but you really didn’t want to sleep on the floor.
“Hey, Kid. Been awhile since you’ve called me. What’s going on?”
You pressed your tongue against your cheek at the nickname for a second before answering. You nervously, and embarrassingly, explained how you just moved out and needed help moving some things around. Of course he agreed.
“Ah, no problem. I’ll see you in a bit.”
Your heart was pounding in your chest and you made your way to the kitchen, placing your phone on top of the counter. Bucky was coming over. You were going to be alone. With Bucky. Alone with Bucky. In your own house! You bite your lip anxiously waiting for a knock on the door. Your mind starts to wander, thinking about things that you should not be imagining with an older man. You couldn't help yourself. Imaging him coming into your house and losing all of his control. His hands instantly all over you. Him whispering how much he had been waiting for a moment like this. A moment where it was just you two, no one else around. No one would ever know. You pressed your thighs together at the thought.
A knock on the door popped your dream bubble. You took a deep breath in and out before shuffling to open the door. Bucky stood outside, a soft smile on his face.
“Come in.” You gestured and opened the door wider as he walked in. You chewed at the inside of your cheek as you closed the door behind the two of you.
“Welcome to the neighbourhood.” The man chuckled slightly as he turned to look at you. He was wearing a pretty form fitting black shirt, the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms. You tried not to stare but you couldn’t help but let your eyes fall to his metal arm. You hoped that he couldn’t see the heat on your cheeks that you could feel.
“Uh..Thanks,” You stood awkwardly in front of him for a moment before showing him into the living room, “This.” You pointed at the bed frame.
“Just need to go into the room down the hall to the right..it’s too heavy for me to do it myself.” You shifted your weight, fidgeting with the bottom hem of your shirt out of habit. You couldn’t help but let your mind wander over the many scenarios that played in your head
Bucky nodded, moving himself to one end of the wood frame.
“You got that side?”
“Y-yeah, yeah.” Snapping from your thoughts you got ready to help move the frame.
***
You fell back on your neatly made bed with a sigh of relief. Bucky had stayed to help you unpack a few more things and make your bed. It felt so nice to lay down after such a long day. Stretching yourself out and yawning you could feel Bucky's eyes on you.
He was leaning against the door frame, arms crossed. His eyes wander over the curves of your body. He was so close to going over there and pinning you to the bed. That thought over took his mind like a wildfire, picturing himself showering you in kisses and praises. Imagining your soft moans as you ran your fingers through his hair. He could feel his cock hardening at this daydream. His eyes still fixed on you as you sat up.
“Thanks for the help, I owe you one.”
“It’s no problem, happy to help whenever you need it.”
There was an awkward silence that was lasting longer than you were comfortable with. You stood up, now seeing that Bucky had moved away from the door and was now standing in front of you. He looked like he was deep in thought. “What?” You asked quietly.
Bucky wet his lips, his tongue lingering on his bottom lip for a few extra seconds. He pushed his sleeves further up his arms. Your eyes focused on his lips for a second before watching him roll his sleeves. God something about his small actions were making you grow warm.
“Just admiring the view.”
A sly grin appears on his lips, the space between the two of you closing. It was now that you noticed his scent. He smelt like a mix of fresh smelling soap, cedar wood and a faint bit of cologne.
Color appeared on your cheeks, your ears heating up as he got closer to you. You couldn’t hide the shades of red on your face. Bucky reached out with his hand and held your cheek softly.
“I really shouldn’t be doing this..” he whispered, voice low and rough. He leaned in and pushed his lips against yours. A surprised squeak escaped your throat.
Bucky pulled away, realizing what he had done. His hand dropped from your face. He was flustered.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-“
You cut him off by returning the kiss, hands on either side of his face. It was a lot more forceful than the first kiss. Your heart was hammering in your chest as heat waves through your body. You felt Bucky's hands grip your waist.
The two of you spun around,the kiss getting more and more hungry. Bucky sat himself on your bed, pulling you over one of his thighs. Just feeling your already throbbing cunt on his leg was enough to send shivers down your spine. You couldn’t help but rock your hips.
Bucky took your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly and pressing his forehead to yours.
“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” he breathed, placing hard kisses on the side of your mouth.
“Buck..” a moan slipped out of you. You gripped onto his shoulders, “I want you..”
Bucky couldn’t help but groan at the neediness of your voice. “Of course you want me Sweetheart, you’ve been eyeing me up for years.”
You looked down, hips stopping, embarrassed that he knew. He placed his hands on your hips and motioned for you to keep going. You did, slowly, keeping your head down.
“You didn’t think I’d notice huh?” His metal hand slipped under your shirt. You inhale sharply at the cold sensation on your bare skin. His fingers trailed up your side, over to your stomach and stopped just before your breast. He put his nose against your neck, pressing kisses to the sensitive skin. His hot breath making your hair stand on end.
“I see you staring. I know what you stare at.” He trailed his hand slowly out from under your shirt. The metal fingers now on the bottom of your chin, pushing it up so that you look at him. His cold thumb brushed against your bottom lip, causing them to part.
“You are interested in this aren’t you?” You parted your lips more and he pushed his thumb into your mouth. You moaned at the tasteless metal on your tongue, lips wrapping around it. “Such a good girl.” He praised.
Drool started to drip out of your mouth and down your chin. Your face was red hot, staring into Bucky's eyes with a lustful expression that you couldn’t control. He chuckled and pulled his thumb from your mouth, your tongue automatically falling over your bottom lip. He carefully wiped your chin.
“Already a drooling mess and I have barely touched you.”
You whimpered, pushing yourself hard on to his thigh. He stopped you just for a second to lift you up and remove your bottoms and panties. He grinned at the wet patch on the inside of your underwear. “Do I really make you this excited, Angel? How cute.” You sat yourself back on his thigh and he covered your mouth in sloppy kisses.
Starting to move your hips again, pushing yourself down in his thigh. You moaned into his mouth, the fabric of his jeans against your pussy only made it pulse more. Every few times you’d rub just the right way against your clit. He started to pull your shirt up and soon it was off, your bra followed suit. His hands running from your shoulders and to your breasts. The metal of his left hand made you shiver as you continued to hump his thigh, a damp spot forming at just how wet you were.
You moved your face away from his and buried it into his neck. His fingers rolled your nipples gently. You were a panting and whimpering mess. You could feel yourself close to your first release. You started muttering his name under your breath.
Bucky pushed his thigh against your heat as you were trying desperately to push yourself over the edge. “That’s it, come for me sweetheart.” He squeezed your breast lightly, his thumbs rolling over your hard nipples. A rush of heat filled your core as you roughly grind against his thigh as you came.
“Mmm B-bucky..” You moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly, your thighs shaky.
“That’s a good girl,” His hands fell to your waist as he helped you off his lap. Looking at the wet patch that you left on his leg he smirked, “Such a naughty thing you are.” He stood himself up, sitting you on the bed.
He removed his shirt revealing his toned and muscular torso. You bit your lip, eyes looking at him up and down. He then removed his jeans, keeping his underwear on. The outline of his hardon was clear. He stroked himself through the fabric as he got back on the bed. He positioned himself against the headboard.
“Come here.” He ordered, wanting you to get on top of him.
You shly obeyed, his hands grabbing your hips. You hovered over him and his metal hand found its way to your clit, rubbing small circles. The cool metal against your clit felt amazing and you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. His fingers went in between your folds, collecting your wetness and teasing your entrance.
“You’re soaked, Kitten,” He pushed the tip of one of his fingers in. You had to stop yourself from pushing yourself down on him. You felt yourself contracting around the metal. “I’m sure you've imagined how this would feel,” He pushed it in further, “Is this how you thought it would feel?” He slowly moved it in and out making your mouth quiver with pleasure. You shook your head.
“T-this is better..” You choked out, pushing yourself down on to his finger. He slowly added a second one, filling you up. Biting down on your lip you started to move your hips up and down on his fingers. He curled them just right inside you, making you shake and whimper.
“That's it, Angel,” You felt yourself leaking on the two fingers, “Fuck my fingers.” He sped up and you pushed yourself forcefully on him, another orgasm closing in. His fingers hitting just the right spot, you were basically melting from pleasure.
“That’a girl, come on my fingers.” He said, almost a low growl. He was getting rough now. Fingers now pounding in and out of you, making your moans get stuck in your throat.
“F-fuck..” You clenched around his fingers, body shaking as you came. Breathing heavy, his fingers help you ride it out. His thumb rubbing slow and soft circles on your clit as you came. He removed his fingers and you sat yourself on his lap, legs on either side of his. Your legs felt like jelly and he hasn’t even fucked you yet.
“Good job, Doll,” He placed his right hand on your cheek, “Now open.” His metal fingers soaked from being inside you met your lips. You gladly opened your mouth, sucking them clean. Your tongue swirled around the digits, enjoying the sensation of metal in your mouth and the taste of your own fluids.
His fingers left your mouth and he pulled your face close to his, kissing you. His tongue pushing its way against yours. Letting out a groan as he tasted you. You both shifted, him now hovering over you. Removing his underwear you glanced at his cock quickly before looking away, embarrassed. Precum glistened the tip.
Bucky leaned down, breathing into your ear, “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked, nipping at your earlobe, stroking himself. You whimpered and nodded.
“Use your words, Angel.” His lips grazed down your neck.
“Y-yes..fuck me..please.” You whine, pushing your hips up.
You kissed your lips, “Good girl,” he breathed, shifting himself over you. Feeling him circling your entrance before slowly slipping inside you.
Your breath hitched, back arching as you felt him stretch you out. He was gentle, breathing against your neck. He waited for you to adjust to him before slowly pulling himself in and out of your heat. You wrapped your legs around him, feeling him push all the way inside you. Your nails are digging into his back softly.
Bucky had his face buried into your neck, groaning at how you felt around him.
“You’re so tight around me, Doll,” He pressed hard kisses to your skin, “Squeezing me so well...fuck..” He swore under his breath feeling you clench around him.
You pressed your body up to his, head back, mouth open. Your eyes flutter and roll back. “F-fast..er..” You groaned, leaning light scratch marks across his back.
“You want me to speed up, Angel?” He sucked a small mark on the sweet spot of your neck before pulling away to look at the pleasure on your face, “I can do that.” He shifted himself, unhooking your legs from around him and held them. Your arms fell to your side and you already found them clenching the bed sheets.
Bucky used this position to speed up his thrusts. Hard and fast. “How is this, Princess?” He grunted, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, “Is this fast enough for you?” You didn’t even have to answer, he could feel you around him, pulling him in.
Your knuckles were turning white as you had a death grip on the sheets. Your vision was spotting. You were in complete heaven with this feeling. You wanted it to last forever but you felt yourself coming over the edge very quickly. He chuckled, “You look so cute like this.” He loved the pleasure filled expression on your face.
“B-buck..” you choked out of your moans, eyes closing, face red hot, “I’m going..” you are cut off by him adjusting you so he could hit just the right spot.
“Come with me, Sweetheart.” His thrusts got a lot more sloppy as you felt the knot in your stomach release. Your back arching as he gave one final thrust, pushing himself as deep as he could into you. “That’s it, come with me.” That was the push you needed, you felt yourself clenched around him, coming as you could feel warmth fill you.
Bucky stayed inside you for a little bit longer, him laying on top of you, but careful not to put all his weight on you. Your bodies were a hot and sticky mess. Red and sweaty. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before rolling off of you. You felt warm liquid drip out of you. You didn’t even bother thinking about the mess that it was making.
“That was…” You were out of breath, placing your hand on your stomach.
“Amazing.” Bucky smirked, finishing your statement. The two of you laid in silence for a little longer before you felt weight beside you disappear. Bucky had gotten out and disappeared into the bathroom across the hall. He shuffled around, opening a box and pulling out a hand towel. He wet it just a bit before coming back.
He crawled back onto the bed and between your legs, “Don’t want to make a bigger mess.” He grinned, cleaning up the sticky warmth that leaked from you. You squeaked at the cold cloth against your skin.
“That’s cold.” You giggled, covering your face with your hands. You don’t know why you felt embarrassed, the two of you just fucked the shit out of each other.
He placed soft kisses against your inner thigh, “I’m sorry, it’ll only be for a bit.”
After cleaning up Bucky had decided to stay over and help you unpack a little more. The two of you ended up passing out while watching late night tv on the couch in the box filled living room.