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2025-11: Wanksgiving IV: A New Hope
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2025-11-26
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what he meant to say

Summary:

Bucky just can't keep it in his pants.

(For Wanksgiving 2025)

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Work Text:

John knows where Bucky’s been the second he steps through the door. From his disheveled hair, to the flush of his cheeks, the swollen lips, and the ruffled clothes. 

He was with Sam. Fucking Sam. 

And here’s John, sitting in Bucky’s apartment on a Friday night, like a lovesick idiot with his thumbs up his ass. 

“Again?” John bites the anger down. “You said you would stop.”

“No. I said you’re the one I come home to.”

There’s that edge of sarcasm. John grits his teeth. Fucker. They live in the same building. An empty promise. Proximity. Nothing more. 

Bucky continues, “Sam knows what this is. Why don’t you?”

“And what is that?”

“Just sex. Just fucking. Just… release.”

“Just sex?” John echoes, fury flaring through him. He drives forward, fisting Bucky’s jacket. He forces him back until his shoulders thud against the wall.

Bucky nods, but doesn’t push him away. Doesn’t try to stop him. John knows he can. 

“No more just sex,” John growls. He spins Bucky around, slams him against the wall again, just for the satisfaction of it. His hand reaches around, undoes his belt, and pushes his pants down around his thighs. The other hand is firm on the back of Bucky's neck.

Bucky’s still wet, still loose. John shakes at the thought of Sam inside him not long ago. He makes quick work of his own pants. Within seconds, he’s pressing in, forcing his way in—he needs to fuck away thoughts of the other man until Bucky bends to him in submission. 

“No more fucking Sam. No more fucking other men. Do you understand? You’re mine.”

When Bucky cums, arching and shaking—his words are incoherent. But John catches something that sounds like confirmation.

“You’re mine,” John growls again, for good measure.

Bucky nods breathlessly. “Yours.”

*

A week later, Bucky comes home looking thoroughly fucked. Hickeys on his neck and cum on his breath. 

“Are you mad?” He grins at John, wild and bright. “Come punish me, baby.”

Notes:

I tried writing my first drabble. I failed miserably. But I had fun, and that's what counts.

Happy Wanksgiving!