Too Many Fandoms, Too Little Time

"Doll, we're gonna be late!" Bucky called up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" you yell back. You take one last look in the mirror at your summer dress. You decide it's as good as it's gonna get, so you slip on your sandals and make your way downstairs.

Bucky looks up when he hears you and lets out a low whistle. "Damn. If we weren't already running behind, I'd drag you back upstairs."

You laugh lightly and place a soft kiss to his lips. His hands wrap around your waist and tug you in close. He deepens the kiss and tries to hold you in place, but you squirm away. "Bucky! You're the one that said we're gonna be late."

He groaned. "But you're so pretty in that little dress."

He tried to pull you back in and you gave him a light smack. He chuckled and reached for your hand. "Time to go, sweets."

You straightened your dress and felt your nerves start to bubble up again.

"Hey," he said gently. "We don't have to go."

"It's my parents' annual summer party. It would be really strange if their only child and dad's best friend didn't show up."

"I know," he said softly. "But I can tell you're nervous."

"What if he flips out?" You whisper.

"Then we'll deal with it." He tucked a hair behind your ear. "Don't worry about it right now, okay? Let's just go and enjoy ourselves."

You nod and he gives you a gentle kiss on your forehead. "I'm not going anywhere, (Y/N). No matter what happens."

His words warmed your heart and calmed your nerves. You shot him a genuine smile and he returned the expression. "I love you, Bucky."

He smiled. "Not nearly as much as I love you, doll."

***********

The drive to your parents' house was shorter than you would have liked. Thankfully, Bucky drove, which let you focus on trying to relax. Bucky pulled into the driveway and turned off the car. He reached across and squeezed your hand. "Ready, sweets?"

You nodded. "I'm ready. Let's do this before I lose my nerve."

You both got out of the car and Bucky took your hand. You took a deep breath and let him guide you to the front door of your childhood home. Bucky dropped your hand to open the door for you, stepping back to allow you to walk ahead of him. He desperately wanted to take your hand again, but he knew he couldn't.

The two of you made your way into the house towards the back yard. When you reached the sliding glass door, you heard your dad yell, "There you are!"

He came over to give you a hug. "Hey, dad."

"How you doin' kiddo?" He turned to Bucky. "Hey, Buck, good to see you."

"Always good to see you, man."

The two of you followed your dad into the yard and you said your hellos to your mom, other family members, and close friends. You and Bucky got separated; he was sucked into a conversation with one of your cousins who was heavily flirting with him. You were dragged across the yard by your mother who wanted to introduce you to one of her friend's sons.

You weren't at all interested in the conversation or your mother's obvious attempts to set you up with this guy, but you pasted a smile on your face that you hoped conveyed interest.

"(Y/N) has been single since she graduated college a year ago," your mother said.

"Mom! He doesn't need to know that." Besides I'm most definitely not single.

"Well, I'm just saying sweetie. You're not getting any younger."

You sighed. "I'm going to go grab a beer and see what dad's up to. Nice to meet you." You bolted from the conversation as quickly as you could without making it awkward...or more awkward, anyway.

You grabbed a beer out of the cooler and heard a soft voice behind you. "Fancy meeting you here."

You grinned and turned to face Bucky. "Save me from my mother," you whispered.

He chuckled. "What's she up to now?"

"Trying to set me up with every one of her friend's single sons."

He laughed louder. "What did you say?"

You leaned forward and whispered conspiratorially, "I told her I was banging dad's best friend."

He laughed again. "You're terrible."

"You love me," you said with a grin.

"So damn much," he said. He wanted so desperately to kiss you, but he knew he couldn't in front of everyone.

"You okay?" you asked, noticing his expression.

"Just dying to kiss you," he murmured. He played with the beer bottle in his hands to keep them busy so he wouldn't touch you.

"I have an idea." You gestured to the house with a nod of your head. You turned and made your way inside, Bucky following after you.

You made your way to the back hallway that led to your childhood bedroom.

"Where we going, doll?"

You stopped halfway down the hall. "Somewhere a little more private," you said with a wink.

Bucky looked back down the hall where you'd come from. "You're killing me, sweets," he murmured.

"No one's around, Buck." You reached for him and he took a step towards you.

He pressed you up against the wall and kissed you softly. You pulled him closer and slipped your hands into his hair and deepened the kiss. He braced himself with his metal arm against the wall. Bucky let out a soft moan against your lips and you responded in kind.

"What the hell is going on here?"

You gasped and Bucky's body tensed as he pulled away from you. He slowly turned around to face the newcomer. When he turned around, it allowed you a full view of your dad's face. You'd heard the anger in his voice when he'd spoken, but you couldn't have imagined the rage on his face.

Bucky instinctively blocked your body with his own, shielding you from harm. Not that your dad would ever hurt you, but you'd also never seen him this angry.

Bucky opened his mouth to speak, but your dad punched him directly in the face without any warning. You gasped in surprise and Bucky took a step back. Your dad went to hit him again, but Bucky moved out of the way, taking you with him.

"You son of a bitch!" your dad yelled.

"Steve, just hold on a minute," Bucky started.

"Hold on? Hold on?" your dad's voice raised with each word he spoke. "You're making out with my 24-year-old daughter, you bastard!" He took another swing at Bucky, but he ducked to avoid it.

Bucky had pushed you into the open bathroom and out of the line of fire, which gave you time to wrap your head around what just happened.

"Steve, please. Just let me explain."

"There's nothing to explain! How long has this been going on, huh? You fucking her too?"

"Steve!" your mother yelled as she entered the hallway. "What is going on?"

You poked your head out of the bathroom to see Bucky essentially pinned against the wall, your dad directly in front of him, and your mom and several other people crowding into the end of the hall.

"He's fucking our daughter!" your dad yelled.

Your mother paled and took a step back. "What?"

"I walked in on him kissing (Y/N)," your dad responded as he threw another punch.

Bucky once again blocked it. "I'm not going to fight you, Steve."

"The hell you're not!"

Your mom started to yell at Bucky and a couple older family members did as well.

You closed your eyes and tried to shut out the shouting. "Stop!" you yelled, but no one listened. You stepped into the hall and wedged yourself between your dad and Bucky. "Stop!"

Your dad looked surprised and took a step back. Everyone else went silent and watched you closely. "(Y/N), get out of the way," your dad said.

"No."

"(Y/N/N)," Bucky began.

"No. Everyone shut up and listen to me."

Your dad's eyes widened, but he remained silent.

"I'm not a child. I'm not being taken advantage of. Every single decision I have made, I have made without any pressure."

"But he's--" your dad interrupted.

"No. I said listen. You can talk when I'm done." You sighed. "Look, I understand this isn't conventional and you're bound to have certain feelings and opinions about it, but this is my life, not yours. This isn't just some fling. We're together, dad. I love him."

Your dad opened his mouth to respond, but Bucky cut him off. "It's not just her, Steve. This is real for me too. I know you might not understand, but I love her with everything I have."

You turned your head to look at Bucky and offered him a small smile. "We've been together for a year," you said as you turned back to your dad. "This wasn't just a heated moment. We were actually planning on talking to you and mom after the party."

Your dad's breathing had begun to slow to a more normal rate while you spoke. You could tell he was still angry, but he was listening to what you said. "(Y/N), he's 15 years older than you."

"Mom is 10 years older than you. Is 5 years really that different or is it just okay because she's a woman?"

Surprise lit up your dad's face. "That's different."

"No, it's not. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I know you see me as your little girl and you always will, but I'm not a child, dad. I know this scares you, but you can't control my life."

Your dad started to speak again, but much to your surprise, your mom interrupted him. "She's right, Steve."

He turned to your mom in surprise. "What?"

She shrugged. "I'm a little confused too, honey, and I wish (Y/N) had come to us sooner, but she's right. This is her life and she's an adult who can make her own decisions. We raised her well, Steve. She has the same morals and values that we do and she's a good girl. She'll always be our baby girl, but she's grown now. We can't hold her back."

You looked at your mother in shock. Bucky touched your back and you turned to look at him. His eyes were filled with nothing but love and it warmed your heart. This isn't the way you wanted your parents to find out, but it didn't change anything for you. You loved him more than anything.

"Besides," your mom continued. "Look at them. It's obvious that they love each other. We were just too blind to notice until now."

Your dad looked between you and Bucky before letting out a deep sigh. "You're my best friend, Buck, and I love you, but you have to understand how hard this is for me."

Bucky nodded. "I do. This isn't how we wanted to tell you."

Your dad sighed again. "It's going to take me time to be okay with this, but I know you're a good man. One of the best, in fact. But I swear to God, if you hurt my daughter, I will kill you."

"Dad!"

"I know," Bucky said at the same time. He looked down at you and smiled. "I would rather die than hurt her."

You matched his smile and squeezed his hand.

"Well this is definitely the most interesting summer bash y'all have ever thrown," one of your cousins said.

Everyone let out a grateful laugh. You walked over to your mom and gave her a tight hug. "Thank you," you whispered.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetie. I had a feeling you were seeing someone. That's why I kept trying to set you up with people...I wanted you to tell me."

Surprise graced your pretty features. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything, mom."

"It's alright, (Y/N). Your dad was afraid to tell his parents when we started dating. Don't you worry, I'll keep working on him."

You nodded and gave your mom another hug. You turned to see your dad and Bucky shaking hands and your body relaxed. Your dad made eye contact with you, so you made your way over to him.

Your dad wrapped you in a hug and you squeezed him back. "I'm sorry, kiddo."

"It's alright, dad. I'm sorry you found out this way."

"It's gonna take me some time..."

You took a step back and gave him a small smile. "I know. I understand."

"Okay y'all," your dad said to the onlookers. "Let's get back outside and finish this shindig!"

Everyone made their way outside, including your parents and you and Bucky. The party continued as though nothing had happened, but the dynamic between you and Bucky had changed. He was much more affectionate and touchy than he'd ever been in public before. It made you so happy. You'd hated hiding your relationship and you were proud to show off your man.

Bucky appeared beside you with a drink for you. "Hey, sweets, where's that pretty head of yours at?"

"Just thinking about how much I adore you."

He chuckled. "Really? Is that all?"

You laughed. "You're a dork." You leaned back against his body. "I'm glad they know, though."

"Me too, doll. I hated keeping it from them, but I also hated the idea of giving you up. I'm never gonna give you up," he whispered in your ear.

"Never gonna let me down?"

He laughed loudly. "Did you just Rick-roll me? Now who's the dork?"

You grinned. "You opened the door, James Barnes. What did you expect?" You felt his body tense against your back. "You okay, babe?" you asked softly.

"I think it's best if you don't call me 'James' in front of your parents," he murmured.

"Why?" You had a good idea why, but you really wanted to hear him say it.

"Because I might not be able to resist fucking you senseless," he growled.

You groaned softly. "We are definitely leaving early."

He grinned and pressed his lips to your neck. "Right now?"

You laughed and stepped away, earning a groan of annoyance from Bucky. "We have to stay for dinner, then we can escape."

"Doll, if you make me wait too long, you know what'll happen."

You grinned. "That's why I'm making you wait." You shot him a wink before backing away and joining the people sitting at the table.

"You're gonna be the death of me," he groaned as he followed you to the table, taking a seat beside you with a sigh.

"Be a good boy and I'll give you a reward," you whispered.

His eyes widened and he leaned towards you. "Promise?"

You smiled. "Promise."

**********

"Fuck," Bucky groaned.

You smiled to yourself, mouth wrapped around his throbbing cock. You continued to suck his cock, each motion eliciting a moan from Bucky.

"Shit, doll, I'm close."

You sped up your movements, earning a cry of pleasure from Bucky as he came in your mouth. You swallowed every drop and licked your lips when you'd finished. "So was your patience worth it?"

He chuckled breathlessly. "So worth it." He smiled at you and reached towards you. You allowed him to pull you into him, placing kisses to his face and neck as he caught his breath. "I think the real question is, was your patience worth it?"

You barely had time to register his words before you found yourself laying face up on your back, Bucky hovering over you with a grin on his face. "James," you said with a giggle.

He groaned. "Don't do that unless you want me to fuck you into next week."

You ran your hands down his bare chest, admiring his perfect form. "Is that a promise, James?" you murmured.

Bucky stared at you with dark eyes. He gripped your hips and thrust his already hardened cock into you in one swift movement.

You cried out and dug your nails into his shoulders. "Bucky!"

He smiled wolfishly. "I warned you pretty girl."

You matched his expression. "I can still feel my legs, so --"

Bucky cut off your snark with a deep thrust. "What was that, doll?" He continued pumping into you, each motion giving you pleasure.

"James, please."

He groaned and sped up, effectively fucking you into the mattress. You dug your nails into him and moaned loudly. You felt the rubber band tightening in your lower belly and you held onto Bucky as he fucked you. "Please don't stop."

"Never," he growled in your ear.

You came without warning, pussy fluttering around his cock. Bucky helped you ride out your high before flipping you onto your stomach. He slid his arm under your lower body, lifting you up so your ass was in the air. He slid back into your pussy and you moaned loudly.

He gave your ass a harsh smack with his right hand, soothing it with his left. He pumped fast and deep, each thrust of his cock hit your sweet spot, sending waves of pleasure through your body. Before you'd even come down from the previous orgasm, you felt another one overwhelm you.

Bucky held your hips in place as he continued fucking you. He slid his hand around to rub your clit gently, making your body shake in pleasure. "Can you give me one more, sweets?"

"It's too much, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Come on, baby, just one more."

You could already feel the pleasure building so you whispered softly "Don't stop, Buck."

He grinned and kept thrusting into you. His nimble fingers worked your clit and your body was shaking in pleasure. Moments later, you came around his cock. He moaned loudly and his thrusts began to falter. "Fuck, (Y/N/N). This pussy is so perfect. Feels so good."

You responded with a moan, which was all you could manage.

Moments later, he came inside of you with a cry of your name. He slowed his movements before pulling out and collapsing beside you. You collapsed onto your stomach, body completely sated.

"Hey doll?"

"Hmm?" you grumbled.

"Can you feel your legs?"

You laughed lightly. "No comment."

He grinned. "Come here, doll. I wanna hold you."

"I think you might have to move me."

He laughed, but you didn't move. "Wait, you're serious?"

"Roll me over or leave me be," you mumbled.

He chuckled and gently rolled you over and pulled you into his side. "How bout we lay here for a little bit, then we go take a nice hot bath?"

You moaned softly and nuzzled your head into his chest. "Sounds perfect."

Your dad met Bucky Barnes when you were just a little kid and the two became fast friends, despite the age difference between them. Bucky was about 10 years younger than your dad, making him about 15 years older than you.

From the moment you hit puberty, you thought Bucky was attractive. Most girls would. Plus, he was funny and sweet, always making sure to talk to you at family gatherings.

Bucky's been there for a lot of the big things in your life. He watched you grow up, graduate high school, and go off to college. He'd barely seen you in the last four years as you'd chosen to go to college out of state. Now he was here on campus with your parents for your college graduation.

Neither you, nor Bucky were at all prepared for the chemistry you both felt when you met your parents and him before graduation. You wanted to make sure they knew where to go and get good seats.

"Hey mom!" you called when you saw your mom's happy expression.

Your parents ran over to you and wrapped you in a tight hug. "Guys, you're squishing me. Can't breathe."

Your parents stepped back and laughed. "I can't believe you're graduating college!" your dad exclaimed.

"Me neither, honestly."

"I don't know, doll, you always were the smart one in the family," Bucky said, coming into view from behind your dad.

The moment your eyes met, you felt like your breath had been sucked directly from your lungs. "Hey Bucky," you said in a tone you hoped was completely normal.

He stepped forward and wrapped you in a hug. Your skin felt like it was on fire where he'd touched you, but you did your best to keep a neutral expression. "It's good to see you," he said with a warm smile.

"It's good to see you too." You turned your attention back to your parents. "You guys should get into the auditorium and find some good seats before it fills up."

"Yes! I want to sit in the front," your mom said, grabbing your dad's arm and dragging him with her. "I'm so proud of you, baby!"

"Thanks mom!"

Your dad turned around, "Come on Buck or you'll get left behind."

Bucky laughed. "Apparently your mom is in a rush."

"Well you only get to see your only child graduate college once."

He smiled. "True. Can't wait to see you after." He shot you a wink and walked off after your parents, leaving you to stand there in shock.

Did Bucky Barnes just wink at me? You figured you were going crazy, so you shook it off and went to join your friends before lining up for graduation.

When you walked across the stage, you heard your parents and Bucky cheering. It made you smile and it really meant a lot that they were all there.

After the ceremony, you met up with them again. "You ready for dinner, kiddo?" your dad asked.

You smiled. "Absolutely. Let me say goodbye to some of my friends and I'll meet you out front."

"Sounds good!" your dad responded and your parents made their way to the front door.

"I'm going to use the restroom first," Bucky said before turning his attention to you. "Show me where the bathroom is?"

You nodded. "Sure."

Bucky walked with you to the nearest bathroom, appreciating the sway of your hips as you moved. "So how's what's his name?" Bucky asked not-too-subtly.

"His name is John, which you very well know. And for the record, he cheated on me...twice."

Bucky raised his eyebrow. "And he's still walking?"

You chuckled. "I decided graduating was a better option than spending the rest of my life in prison for homicide."

"I'm happy to shoot him for you."

"Bucky!"

He grinned. "What? I didn't say he'd die."

You laughed warmly for the first time. "You're a dork." You gestured behind you, "The bathroom is right there."

He stared at you for a moment, just soaking in your appearance. He took a step forward and leaned in close to you. "Thanks, doll." With that, he stepped around you and into the bathroom, once again leaving you in shock.

One of your friends came over to you and waved a hand in front of your face. "Uhh, (Y/N)? You in there?"

You shook your head. "Sorry! I was umm...lost in thought."

She looked at you skeptically. "So it had nothing to do with that hot guy that just walked into the bathroom?"

"No, that's just Bucky."

"THAT'S Bucky?! Why didn't you tell me he was so hot?"

"Shh. Keep your voice down. He's got weirdly acute hearing."

She rolled her eyes. "Seriously though, he's gorgeous. When are you going to tap that?"

"Omg, I am not going to 'tap that'. He's my dad's best friend."

She shrugged. "What your dad doesn't know won't hurt him."

"You're terrible."

"And that's why you love me." She winked at you. "Ope, time to go. Love you, (Y/N/N)." She scurried off and you just laughed.

"Friend of yours?" Bucky asked.

You turned to face him. "Yeah. She's a wild one." You smiled. "Let's go meet my parents before dad gets hangry."

Bucky winced jokingly. "Your dad is actually terrifying when he's hungry."

"You're telling me."

The two of you walked to the front in companionable silence. You did your best to keep a cool, calm exterior, while on the inside you were absolutely freaking out. Bucky's proximity to you set your nerves on edge. Plus, you were pretty sure he'd been flirting with you all afternoon, which was definitely something new. But he was your dad's best friend, so there was absolutely no way he was interested in you...right?

"Uhh, doll? You with me?"

"Huh?" You turned your head to look at him.

He chuckled. "I asked where you wanted to have dinner."

You realized you were in front of the building, your parents and Bucky all staring at you waiting for a response. You hadn't even realized you'd made it outside. "Sorry! My mind was wandering. Umm...Outback?"

"Hell yeah," your dad said with a grin. "Blooming onion, here I come."

Your mom laughed and shook her head. "Dear god, your cholesterol."

"You only live once, right? That's what the kids say these days."

You groaned. "Well that makes you sound old."

Your dad laughed. "I am old."

"You're 50, dad. Not 80."

"Close enough. Come on, let's get a move on. I'm dying here."

You and Bucky follow your parents to their car. Bucky leans close to you and whispers, "Technically, he's 48."

You looked at him in confusion.

"Your dad. He's 48, not 50."

"Same thing."

"If you age him, you're aging me. I'm 10 years younger, remember?"

You actually hadn't remembered. You knew he was younger than your dad, but you weren't sure by how much. That made him 38 years old...which wasn't actually that much older than 23 if you think about it. "My apologies, Bucky. I don't want you to feel old," you said in a light mocking tone.

He laughed. "Don't be a brat, doll. Or I'll have to fix it."

Your eyebrows raised. "Fix it?"

He just grinned and opened the back door of your dad's SUV, gesturing for you to get in. When you started to climb into the backseat, he leaned forward. "I'll have to fuck it out of you," he whispered, lips brushing your ear.

You were shocked by his words and you turned to look at him, but he was already shutting the door and coming around to the other side of the car. You felt wetness pooling in your panties at his statement and you squeezed your thighs together, embarrassment creeping into your face.

Bucky noticed the way you squirmed in your seat when he got into the car and it made him smile. He wanted you to want him and he was pretty sure you did, if the pace of your breathing was any indication.

The car ride was relatively normal. Your parents chatted and Bucky joined in, but you were mostly silent. Words weren't coming to you easily at the moment and your mind was focused entirely on maintaining your composure.

When you got to the restaurant, you sat down in a booth and Bucky slid in beside you, your parents sat across from you. Thankfully your dad sat in front of you and your mom in front of Bucky. Your dad wasn't nearly as observant as your mom was.

Bucky's thigh brushed against yours under the table and you jumped slightly.

"You okay there, kid?" your dad asked.

"Yeah, just a little chilly."

"Here," Bucky said as he removed his jacket. "Put this on."

You allowed him to drape the jacket across your shoulders. "That's better, thanks."

"Of course." Bucky and your parents went back to their conversation, but Bucky's thigh remained pressed against yours. The proximity was overwhelming your senses. All you could see, hear, smell, and feel was Bucky.

Thankfully, the arrival of the server provided a momentary relief. Everyone ordered water, but when the server landed on you, you ordered your favorite alcoholic beverage. You handed the server your ID and ignored the surprised expressions on your parents' faces, as well as the smirk gracing Bucky's.

When the server left to get your drinks, your dad checked on you again. "Everything alright there, (Y/N/N)?"

"Yeah, I'm just celebrating," you lied smoothly.

Your dad just nodded, but your mom stared at you, scrutinizing your face. You must have been doing a good job at hiding what you were thinking, because she eventually smiled and went back to chatting with your dad.

Bucky leaned over to you and murmured, "I thought you didn't like to drink in front of your parents?"

"I'm going to need a drink to get through this," you mumbled back.

"Get through what?" he asked mockingly.

You raised your eyebrow at him and he grinned. You rolled your eyes and silently praised the swift return of the server with your drinks. You chugged half of it before setting the glass back on the table. Your parents looked at you in surprise, but kept their comments to themselves.

The server stayed to take your orders and by the time she walked away, you'd already finished your drink.

"You want another one, sweets?" Bucky asked lightly.

The expressions on your parents faces decided that for you. "No, I'm alright. I'll stick with water now." The alcohol was already having the desired effect. You felt a calmness wash over you and you suddenly weren't so anxious about Bucky's proximity.

You joined in on the conversation and everything seemed to be going just fine. That is, until your mom brought up John...again.

"Honey, how is John doing? Have you talked to him recently?"

"No, mom, I haven't. He's an ass."

"(Y/N)!" your mom exclaimed in surprise. "He was always so sweet."

"That's because you weren't dating him," you mumbled.

"I just don't understand why you would break up with him. He was perfect for you."

You felt Bucky's body tense beside you, but you fought the urge to glance at his face. It might be too revealing in the moment. "Well, mom, from an outside perspective that may have been the case. But he wasn't a good guy and I deserve better."

Your mom started to object again, but your dad gently cut her off. "Let it go, honey. (Y/N)'s an adult. She can make her own choices."

You smiled. "Thanks, dad."

The server returned to the table with your food. As she was setting plates in front of each of you, Bucky's hand landed on your thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze. You looked over at him and he looked at you with a soft expression. "You okay, sweets?"

You offered him a soft smile. "Yeah, Buck. I'm alright. Mom's just a big fan of John."

"Did you mention why you broke up?"

You shook your head. "She would have blamed me."

Bucky's expression lit up in surprise. He wasn't able to question you more as the server was walking away, taking the distraction with her.

The four of you ate your food in companionable silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Once the meal was finished, you all got ready to leave. You wanted to get back to your apartment and just crash.

"Honey, we have to stop at the auditorium. Bucky left his car there," your mom said.

"Okay, that's fine."

"Since you two have a farther drive than me, how about I drop (Y/N) off at her apartment?" Bucky suggested casually.

Your body tensed and you felt the heat rise in your face. Please say yes, you thought to yourself.

"Well I suppose that would be fine. Are you okay with that, sweetheart?" your dad asked.

You nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine with it." You tried not to sound excited, but you couldn't help but smile a little.

The smile wasn't lost on Bucky. He leaned over to you and whispered, "I saw that."

You turned to him and winked...the alcohol in your system making you feel bold.

Surprise lit up his handsome face, quickly followed by a wolfish grin.

It felt like forever before you arrived at the auditorium. You and Bucky said goodbye to your parents and watched as they drove away.

"Come on, doll. Your chariot awaits."

You chuckled. "Cute."

"Yes, I am," he said with a smirk.

You rolled your eyes, but followed Bucky to his car. He opened the passenger side door for you and helped you in. When he slid into his seat, you suddenly felt butterflies rise in your stomach. "Do you know where you're going?"

He smiled. "I remember, doll."

"That was like 2 years ago," you said in surprise.

"It's you. I remember everything that has to do with you."

You felt your heart rate quicken. You wanted to ask him if he was serious about what he'd said earlier, but you couldn't find the words. Thankfully, Bucky took control of the conversation. "So why didn't you tell your parents about John cheating on you?"

You sighed. "Mom's a little old-fashioned sometimes. She thinks that if a woman gets cheated on, it's the woman's fault. She must have done something to deserve it."

"What?" Bucky looked angry. "I'm absolutely certain you didn't do a damn thing to deserve being treated that way."

You gently touched his arm and his expression softened. "I appreciate that and I know I deserve better now. It just took me a little while to figure it out."

"You deserve the world, (Y/N)," Bucky said softly.

Your breath caught in your chest at his words. It gave you the bravery to voice your question. "So what you said earlier...did you mean it?"

Bucky glanced at you with a smirk. "When?"

"You know," you said with a groan.

He grinned. "I can't seem to remember..."

"Bucky!" you whined.

"You've gotta use those words, sweets."

You groaned again. "You can use your words," you grumbled.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"There's the brat again."

"Still wanna fuck it out of me?"

Surprise crossed both of your faces. You couldn't believe you'd actually said that out loud and he couldn't believe you had either. "Do you want me to?" he asked quietly.

By this point, your panties were practically soaked. You'd been thinking about him all evening and you desperately wanted to touch him. "Please," you whispered.

Bucky groaned and his body visibly tensed. "I gotta say, doll. I never thought we'd be in this position."

"Neither did I."

"Ever since you went to college, I've been imagining what it be like to be with you. You've always been funny and smart, but you've grown into an absolutely beautiful woman, (Y/N)."

The sincerity in his voice warmed your heart. "You have?"

"Of course I have," he cleared his throat. "Have you ever, you know, thought of me?"

You stayed silent for a moment. You'd been dreaming about Bucky Barnes since middle school. The man was gorgeous, there was no denying it. Plus, he was the sweetest person you'd ever known. "Since I was a kid," you murmured honestly.

Bucky raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

You rolled your eyes. "Look in the mirror, Barnes."

He laughed as he pulled into your complex. "So you're telling me you've been dreaming about me for years?"

"Oh my god, Bucky. Shut up," you said with a laugh.

He grinned. "Hey, sweets, I'm not mad about it." He parked the car. "You're home...safe and sound."

Suddenly everything began to feel more real. Bucky must have noticed the panic on your face because he reached out and gently touched your hand. "Hey...we don't have to do this. I can just drop you off and head home. No hard feelings."

The weak part of you...or maybe it was the scared part...wanted to thank him for the ride and just go upstairs alone. But the majority of you was dying to have this man's head between your legs. "Will you come upstairs with me, Bucky?" you asked.

He groaned slightly. "It would be my pleasure."

"I'm hoping it will be mine," you said lightly.

He laughed and his eyes darkened. "Oh doll, it absolutely will be."

You grinned and got out of the car. Bucky quickly followed you up the stairs and into your apartment. The moment you entered the apartment, Bucky shut the door and pressed your body against it, kissing you with a deep kind of passion you'd never felt before. "Bucky," you gasped when his lips left yours.

"Yes, sweets?"

"Is this--I mean--do you just want to have sex? I just want to know now so I know what I'm getting into and I--"

He cut off your rambling with a soft kiss. "Doll, I adore you. Every damn thing about you. I have for years. It's wrong, I know it is, but I want more. I want all of you, every part. But if you only want sex, I underst--"

You pressed your finger against his lips. "Stop right there. I want more," you whispered.

Bucky groaned and pressed his forehead against yours. "Say that again, doll."

"I want you, Bucky. All of you."

"Fuck," he whispered. He pressed his hard body against your soft one and kissed you like you were his life support. You tangled your fingers in his soft hair and he moaned against your lips. He slipped his hands under your ass and lifted slightly. "Jump, pretty girl." You did as he asked and wrapped your legs around his waist. He carried you to your bed and laid you down gently.

"You gonna take my clothes off or are we just going to kiss for hours?" you asked sassily.

"There's that brat again. You're really asking for a good fuck, aren't you doll?"

"Are you just gonna talk about it or are you gonna do it?" Where the hell is this confidence coming from?

Bucky's normally crystal blue eyes darkened. "Doll, you're moving into dangerous territory here. I'm not one of those little college boys you're used to."

You sat up and touched his chest lightly. "No, you're a man and I expect you to show me what you can do."

Bucky grinned. "Oh doll, you're in for a treat." He stood up and started to strip. Your mouth watered as you watched him. His body was sculpted, every inch covered in thick muscles that you were dying to run your hands over.

He quickly shed his pants, followed by his boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of you. You stared in silence for a moment, causing him to chuckle. "Like what you see?"

You gulped. "You--you're...huge."

He laughed at your wide-eyed expression. "Bigger than you're used to?"

You nodded, worry etched onto your pretty features.

"Don't worry, sweets. I'll take good care of you. I promise to be gentle."

"I don't necessarily want you to be gentle..."

"Oh?" he asked as he crawled back on top of you. "So you like it a little rough?" he asked teasingly.

You nodded.

"Use those words, sweets."

"Yes, Bucky."

He grinned. "That's a good girl."

You let out an involuntary moan that made him grin. "You've got a praise kink, don't ya sweets? You wanna be a good girl for me?"

"Yes, Bucky, please."

"Okay, sweets. Why don't you take that dress off for me?" He sat back so you could sit up and remove it. Once you'd discarded the dress, he leaned forward to help you remove your bra and panties. The moment you were naked, he sat back again to take in your body.

He was silent for several moments and you suddenly felt self-conscious. You knew you'd gained weight during college, so you were a little worried that he wasn't attracted to your naked form. You started to cover your midsection with your arms and hands, but Bucky stopped you, holding your hands at your sides. "Don't. I'm trying to admire perfection."

You let out a little gasp at his words. You felt a warmth spread all over your body and couldn't breathe for a moment. No guy had ever said that to you. Hell, the last one told you he'd cheated because you'd 'gotten fat'.

Bucky noticed the look on your face. "Hey, where's that pretty little head at?"

You tried to smile. "It's nothing."

He held your chin and tilted it up so you met his eyes. "Don't do that with me, sweets. What's wrong?"

You sighed. "I've been pretty confident my whole life, but college was a little tough at times. I, uh--I put on some weight and I'm a little self-conscious of it. John even said that he cheated on me because I'd gotten fat."

Bucky's eyes flashed with anger. "He said what?"

You looked down, but Bucky held your face firmly.

"That asshole isn't worth a damn, (Y/N). Your body is absolutely perfect, just like the rest of you. I happen to like a little softness to my women."

"Oh?" you asked in surprise.

He leaned forward to give you a kiss and squeezed the flesh on your hips. "This is the sexiest damn thing in the world, sweets. I wanna worship every inch of this perfect body."

The praise went straight to your core. "Well I'm not going to stop you," you said sassily.

He chuckled lightly. "There's my girl."

My girl? Your body shuddered in response. You didn't realize how badly you wanted to be his girl until that moment.

Bucky noticed your reaction and he grinned. "You like that, doll? You wanna be my girl?"

"So damn badly, Buck."

He groaned and rutted against your bare core. "I'm going to absolutely ruin you, doll."

"You talk a big game, James, but why don't you show me."

"Fuck," he groaned as his fingers dug into your flesh. "I love the way you say my name."

You grinned. "James," you moaned.

He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him. "By the end of this, you're going to be screaming my name." He kissed you passionately and your fingers dug into his hair. "Doll, I'm going to need you to sit on my face."

"What?" you asked in surprise.

"I wanna taste this sweet pussy and feel your thick thighs squeezing my head while you ride my mouth."

No one had ever asked you to do that before. You weren't even sure what the logistics of that were. "I've never done that," you admitted softly.

Bucky looked surprised. He laid down on his back and reached for you. "Come here, sweets. I'll guide you."

You climbed up on top of him and he slid down a bit so you were hovering over his head. He gripped your hips and lowered you down slightly.

"Relax, doll. I've got you."

"What if I smother you?"

"Then I will die I happy man."

You smacked his arm. "Bucky, I'm serious."

"So am I. Just trust me."

You nodded and took a deep breath. Bucky dug his fingers into your hips and tugged you down onto his mouth. He let out a groan before licking your pussy. "Fuck, doll, you taste good." He wrapped his arms around your legs and held you down.

Each swipe of his tongue sent waves of pleasure through your body. You had never in your life had a man eat you out like this. He ate you out like he was absolutely starving and you were an all-you-can-eat buffet. You were certain your neighbors could hear your moans, but you couldn't be bothered to care. "Bucky, please don't stop."

Bucky sped up his movements and helped guide your hips back and forth, effectively grinding you against his face. You gasped in pleasure and clung to your headboard for support.

Your moans began to increase in both volume and frequency, letting Bucky know you were close. He dug his fingers into you and he sucked your clit into his mouth, letting out a moan that sent vibrations of pleasure through you.

"Bucky!" you cried out as your orgasm exploded through you. It felt absolutely incredible, unlike anything you'd ever felt in your life. The pleasure soon became unbearable and you tried to remove yourself from his mouth. "Buck, too much. Please."

He was still holding you in his iron grip and he groaned against you. "But..." You tugged on his hair and tried to move again. He finally let you go and you collapsed beside him.

"That was incredible," you mumbled, still breathless.

Bucky wiped his mouth and licked his lips. "You tasted incredible."

You laughed lightly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

He grinned. "I'd like a little more, actually." He moved on top of you and tried to go down on you again, but you grabbed his hands and pulled him towards you.

"No more, James, please."

He groaned. "It's hard to resist, especially when you say my name like that."

You grinned. "I can think of something else to do that I think you'll like just as much."

"Oh yeah?" he asked teasingly.

You bit your lip and ran your hands down his body. You loved the feel of his tight muscles under your fingers. When you reached his lower body, you wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock. You started to stroke him gently and his body immediately reacted to your touch.

Bucky started to breathe a little more heavily and he let out a breathy moan when you ran your finger across his slit, collecting the precum that had beaded there. You lifted your hand to your mouth and licked the precum off your finger with a moan. "Delicious."

He groaned and rolled his eyes back. "Fuck, doll."

"I wanna suck your cock, Bucky. So badly."

His eyes widened slightly at your words. "I won't say no."

You grinned and pushed him back. "Stand up."

He did as you asked and you dropped to your knees in front of him. You licked your lips and took his cock into your hands, guiding it slowly into your mouth.

Bucky moaned and gripped your hair tightly as you took him as deeply as you could. You gagged slightly, but you kept sucking him and stroking what you couldn't fit into your mouth. He loved the way your mouth felt and he was desperate to fill that pretty mouth of yours with his cum.

You loved the way his cock felt in your mouth, so thick and heavy. You moaned around him, the vibrations making his body shake with pleasure. You grabbed his hips and started to move them back and forth slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

Bucky looked down at you and he murmured, "You want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, sweets?"

You groaned loudly and nodded your head as best as you could.

He smiled at you and gripped your head tightly. He began to thrust his hips slowly, but your moans encouraged him to speed up. "Shit. Doll, you feel so good."

He thrust a little deeper, causing you to gag. He looked down at you to check if you were okay and the look of your tear-filled eyes and his cock in your mouth was absolutely the greatest image he'd ever seen. You were loving every second of this and that only added to his pleasure.

He started to moan louder and his thrusts were a little weaker. "I'm so close, doll. Gonna cum in that pretty mouth."

You moaned around his cock and it was all he needed to push him over the edge. He came with a gasp of your name and you swallowed every drop of his cum. He pulled out of your mouth and collapsed on the bed. "Come here, doll."

You climbed onto the bed beside him and he wrapped his arms around you. "Just need a minute. That was amazing."

You smiled at him and kissed his chest. "Getting tired, old man?"

"Old man?" He flipped you onto your back and kissed you deeply. "I'm going to make you cum so many times you won't be able to walk for a week."

You grinned. "I can't wait." You pulled him down to you and kissed him passionately.

You heard loud ringing coming from your purse on the other side of the room. It was the ringtone you'd set for your dad's phone. "Shit. It's my dad."

Bucky grinned. "Go ahead and answer it, doll. He'll be worried if you don't."

You groaned and went across the room to grab your phone. You came back to the bed and sat down before answering it. "Hey dad."

"Hey, kiddo. Just wanted to make sure you got home okay."

You felt Bucky come up behind you, lips caressing your neck. "Yeah, Bucky got me home safely."

"Good, good. I'm so proud of you, (Y/N)."

"Thanks, dad." Your voice was a little shaky as Bucky's lips trailed down to your shoulders and his hands gently massaged your breasts.

You'd hoped your dad didn't notice, but you weren't quite so lucky. "You okay, kiddo?"

Bucky rolled your nipples in his fingers and you bit your lip to hold back a moan. "Mhmm."

"You sure? You sound a little strange."

You glared at Bucky and he bit your shoulder in response. You groaned and smacked him lightly. "Yeah, I'm just tired and I uh, stubbed my toe."

Bucky laughed soundlessly and you elbowed him lightly. He kissed your neck again and you leaned back against him.

"Okay, (Y/N/N). Get some sleep. I'll talk to you tomorrow. Love you."

"Love you too, dad."

The moment you hung up, Bucky flipped you over and pressed kisses to your breasts. He took his time showing each of your breasts attention.

"Bucky," you moaned softly. "You almost got us caught."

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked cockily.

"Never."

He chuckled and went back to what he was doing, sucking one of your nipples into his mouth and giving it a little nibble. You moaned and your hips bucked up against him, pulling a moan from his throat.

"I want you so badly, Bucky."

"Yeah, doll? What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to fuck me."

"Hmmm..." he nipped at your neck and ground his hips against you. "I'm not sure you're ready for me."

"Bucky," you whined. "But I've been such a good girl."

He groaned. "Yes you have, sweets. So good for me. I guess you do deserve a reward."

You grinned and pulled him towards you for a kiss. You lifted your hips up to brush against him and he grinned against your lips. "So eager." He brushed his hand up against your core and collected some of your slick. He slid a finger into his mouth and let out a low groan. "Is this for me, sweet girl?"

"All for you, Bucky."

He gripped your hips and lined his cock up with your entrance. "You ready, doll?"

You took a deep breath and nodded.

He noticed your worried expression and offered you a soft smile. "Do you want me to go slow?"

You shook your head. "I want you now."

Bucky tightened his grip on your hips and plunged into you with one thrust. You cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You dug your nails into his back and he allowed you a moment to adjust.

"Please move, Bucky. I'm ready."

He nodded and placed his hands on either side of your head, caging your body beneath his. Without warning, he set an absolutely brutal pace. "Fuck, doll, you feel so good. This pussy was made for me."

You moaned and clutched his biceps for support. You could hardly breathe, let alone think.

"You take me so well, sweets."

"Bucky," you moaned. "Feels so good."

He kissed your forehead and quickened his pace. "I could stay here forever." He angled his hips to drive even deeper into you.

With the new angle, he hit your sweet spot with each thrust, sending you so close to the edge. "Bucky, don't stop."

"Oh don't you worry, sweets. I won't." Bucky kept the brutal pace and you quickly tumbled over the edge, crying out in pleasure as you came. True to his word, Bucky didn't stop. He continued to thrust into you, building your pleasure up once again.

Your brain couldn't formulate words; the pleasure was too overwhelming. You clung to Bucky like he was the only thing keeping you tied to Earth.

"You gonna cum for me again, doll?" You just moaned in response, earning a light chuckle from Bucky. He leaned down to you and kissed your lips. His hips never faltered as he whispered, "Cum for me, (Y/N)."

Within moments, you cried out in pleasure for the third time that night. Your orgasm washed over you in waves. Bucky continued his movements, now chasing his own high.

Bucky's body began to tremble slightly and his thrusts became less steady. "Fuck, doll. I'm close."

You touched his face and murmured, "Fill me up, Bucky. I wanna feel your cum inside me."

Your words were the last thing Bucky needed to send his body into overdrive. He came with a cry of your name and filled your pussy with his seed.

As he came down from his high, he pulled out and laid down beside you for a moment. "That was fucking incredible."

You laughed lightly. "I'd have to agree."

He turned to face you. "So you think it's an improvement from the last guy?"

You turned your head to look at him. "Buck, you're lightyears away from every man I've ever been with."

He grinned and kissed you gently. "That's what I like to hear. I'll be right back." He got out of the bed and came back a few moments later with a warm wet towel. He cleaned you up before crawling back into the bed with you.

You curled up against him and laid your head on his shoulder. "Bucky, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, doll."

"I know we kinda talked about it, but I just want to make sure. Was this just a one-night stand kind of situation?"

He held you a little tighter. "I'd really like this to be a more long-term thing."

You looked up at him. "Like...dating?"

He sensed the nervousness in your voice and he placed a kiss to the top of your head. "Yeah, doll. Like dating."

Your body relaxed and you leaned into him again. "Good because you have definitely ruined me for all other men."

He laughed. "I told you I would." He paused for a moment. "What the hell are we gonna tell your dad?"

"Oh I'm definitely not gonna be the one to do that," you said with a chuckle.

"Why not?! He's less likely to kill you."

You smiled and placed a kiss against his chest. "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Bucky. For now, let's just be happy together."

He squeezed you tight. "Alright, doll. You make me happier than I've been in years."

"You too, Buck," you said as you yawned.

He kissed your head again and murmured. "Goodnight, sweets."

Sure there was a twist of guilt in Bucky’s stomach when he had discovered your live cam show, one he had ignored when he clicked the icon and tipped- heavily.

But, the guilt had surpassed by the time he requested a private chat.

It wasn’t Bucky’s first time on a website like this one. Watching live camgirls to pass the time and relieve some stress was something he did more often than he wanted to admit.

The moment he saw a familiar face in a preview his mouth went dry. Fingers hovering over the mousepad of his laptop as he debated clicking the icon.

A part of him felt guilty watching someone he’d known for three years in such a vulnerable state over the internet. Especially since he was so close with your family that there wasn’t a family gathering he’d missed in that time.

Maybe that was why he kept clicking the tip button until you gave the camera a sweet smile and said goodbye, before he gladly paid the hundred and fifty dollars for a private video call.

The moment you’d accepted the request and saw the broad chest on your screen you knew something looked familiar. The flash of a dark metal left hand and the edge of a patterned throw blanket you recognized as one you’d gifted him on Christmas, making a smile crack across your features.

Bucky Barnes with his head just out of the frame, broad shoulders and thick arms hidden behind a long sleeved shirt.

The same sweet, handsome Bucky who lightly flirted with you every chance he had. The one who the closest you’d ever been to getting a glimpse of what he looked like naked was in his swim shorts in your backyard. Who was now paying to get off with you over a cam site.

He was so caught up in looking over the lingerie set that was different than the live show previously, that he’d forgotten you were there for only him and not a full audience. A soft laugh drawing his attention back. “Gonna let me see, stud?”

His heart plummeted to his stomach when the pet name dripped from your lips like honey. Something he’d heard from you multiple times over the three years he’d been friends with your dad. But- what hurt would it do if you did know it was him?

“Uh- yeah, yeah.” He stumbled over his words, making sure to keep his face out of the frame as he leaned forward to sit his laptop on the coffee table, lifting his hips enough to shove his sweatpants down.

You couldn’t stop the soft moan that left your throat when his hand wrapped around his thick shaft, mouth starting to water just at the sight. Tip an angry red and shiny with precum as he cleared his throat, a slight flick of his wrist twisting his hand up so he could run his thumb over his leaking slit. Spreading his precum to let his hand glide easier.

Bucky didn’t know where his usual confidence had went as he listened to the blatant filth you spoke. Everything stuck on his tongue as he watched your hands roam your soft skin. Legs spread wide so he could watch your fingers plunge into your cunt, wishing he could just bury his head between your soft thighs and never move.

“Need you to talk to me- what do you wanna do?” Your seductive tone tore through him, eyes hooded with lust as you looked at your screen. Taking in the way he tugged his cock, thighs tensing when he’d twist his hand just right.

“God, fuck- wanna stuff that mouth, pretty girl.” He grunted out, gritting his teeth to ground himself until you were finished.

A breathy moan sounded through his speakers, your teeth grazing your bottom lip. “Do ya’? Looks so heavy, stud. Don’ know if it’ll fit.”

“It’ll fit- pretty pussy looks so wet bet I could slip right it.” Bucky was almost choking on his words when your head tipped back in a drawn out moan.

Seeing him in a state like this one set your entire being on fire. Bionic left gently tugging his heavy sac as he furiously fisted over himself, your mind wandering of how his large hands would feel against your skin other than the touches that maybe lasted a little too long- but you still wished would last longer.

Or how those thick thighs would feel cushioned under you, his hips thrusting up into you as his long, thick fingers wrapped around your throat. Taking what he needed and more as he took you apart.

“S’close-“ you panted out, applying just the right amount of pressure to your clit to pull the coil in your core tight enough to snap. A breathless moan feeding into the mic and through his speakers.

“Look so handsome like this,” you breathed out, riding through the afterglow.

“S-shit- gonna make me fuckin’ come, sweet girl.” Bucky knew how pitiful the whine that pulled from his throat sounded, but he couldn’t help it.

He’d never imagined you’d say anything even bordering vulgar, yet here he was jerking off over a video call with you spilling dirty thoughts from your lips like it was a normal conversation. Talking him through a body tensing orgasm as his release coated his hand and clothed abdomen in thick spurts.

He cursed under his breath as he blinked his eyes open, seeing that you were sitting straighter in front of the camera with a proud smile.

“Hope to see you on here again, handsome.”

Bucky was going to try his hardest not to get too flustered over the belated birthday celebration at your dad’s. Having a beer with him in the kitchen when he heard the from door opened.

“Sorry, I’m late- happy late birthday, stud.” You chirped, gift bag in one hand as your free arm went around his neck for a hug.

“Thanks, sweets.” He chuckled, hand resting on your lower back as you pulled away. “We just ordered food. So, you’re not too late.”

“Perfect timing actually.” Your dad chimed, taking a long drink from his beer.

“This is for you.”

Bucky eyed the bag you held out for him before narrowing his eyes at you. “Thought we agreed on no gifts.”

“Like you can actually expect me not to bring you a birthday gift.”

Bucky’s close proximity was driving you nuts, especially after the night before.

His lingering touches and wandering eyes making your heart race over dinner, his breath fanning your jaw and lips nearly touching the shell of your ear when he leaned in to crack a joke.

As you stood at the sink washing the dishes, you could feel his body heat radiating into your back when he stood behind you. Towering over you as his heavy left hand landed on your waist and he leaned down to talk to you.

“Come out for a smoke with me?” He asked, a suggestive tone hidden in his voice.

“I don’t smoke, you know that.” You laughed lightly, turning to face him as his hand dropped back to his side. A smirk curling the corner of his lips.

“Keep me company.”

Nodding, you followed him towards the back patio. “I know you were the one in my private chat last night, Buck. The arm made it pretty obvious.” You said once you’d slid the patio door shut, Bucky glancing at you through his eyelashes as he lit his cigarette.

“You’re not mad?” He murmured, exhaling the grey smoke.

“Well… you single-handedly paid half of my rent last night, so.” You shrugged, hooking your fingers in his belt loops to tug him closer. Looking up at him with narrowed eyes. “How long have you been watching?”

“Last night was the first time.” He took another long drag from his cigarette, looking at the cherry at the end. “A part of me wants to feel bad, because of your dad. But… I can’t even force myself to. Like- I knew you were gorgeous, but goddamn you’re a fucking goddess.” He huffed out, heat burning your cheeks as you looked up at him.

“I mean… just look at you. So cute and precious, but you’ve got a filthy mouth on you, sweets.” Your stomach flipped at his words, large hands caressing your waist before slipping down to grip your backside. “I just wanna fucking ruin you.”

“Gonna tell me what you’re gonna do to me while we’re on my dad’s patio? During you’re birthday celebration?” You teased, slipping your fingers under the hem of his t-shirt to feel the taut muscles that laid under smooth skin. “Not something that someone would do to their best friend.”

He groaned quietly, leaning down to talk in your ear. “Don’t shame me for wanting to fuck you senseless. I’d make you forget your own name, pretty girl.”

You whimpered, quickly covering it with a light laugh. “Where was all that talk last night, stud? You were wrecked for me and I never even touched you.”

His grip tightened on your ass to pull you closer. “Keep running that mouth I’ll fulfill that promise of stuffing it.” His tone was low and sultry, plucking something deep in your core as arousal pooled in your underwear.

“You’re the one who paid for me to get you off. Bet you make the cutest faces when you come.” You tested, getting a huff in response.

“Let’s see if you can keep that attitude when I’m done.”

You were quick to gather your things and head to the door once Bucky had finished his cigarette. Poking your head in the living room door where you dad was watching the tv. “Buck is giving me a ride home. Saves me money on a cab.”

“Alright, hun. Be safe- drive safe.” He gave Bucky a pointed look as a heavy hand rested on your upper arm.

“Gotta be a responsible driver with such precious cargo.” He joked, pulling the front door open.

“Drive safe, I mean it!” Your dad called as you walked out, getting a thumbs up in response.

Anticipation bubbled in your stomach during the drive as you leaned your forearm on the armrest. Turned to face Bucky as your fingers danced along the seam of his jeans, gradually creeping closer to the hardened bulge until you caressed it through the straining fabric.

Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightened when you gave him a light squeeze, chest heaving as he tried to focus on the road. “You’re already rock hard. Bet I could get you off before we even get to your house.”

He let out a dark chuckle, right hand moving from the shifter to prod at his belt and unfasten his pants. “Better get to work then.” He murmured, holding the back of your head as you slipped his erection out of the front of his briefs.

Bucky had to will himself to keep his eyes open when your lips wrapped around him, choking back a groan and gripping your hair as your head bobbed.

The position wasn’t the most comfortable, but the rewarding sounds that filled the small space made every second worth it. His hips rolling up slightly to push further into your mouth, left hand gripping the steering wheel so tight it would be surprising if there weren’t dents where his fingers were.

Luckily there was a red light when the swirling pressure started to crest higher, Bucky’s hand urging you further down in him until your throat constricted around him and hot spurts of his release flooded your taste buds. A drawn out moan vibrating from his chest as his head rested back against the headrest, riding out the aftershocks with gentle rolls of his hips until you pulled away. Cock still twitching as he grabbed your chin in his hand, smashing his lips to yours.

You traced your fingertips over his softening cock as his tongue slipped into your mouth, moaning at the taste of himself lingering on your tongue.

“Told ya’.” You smiled against his lips, his fingers digging further into your cheeks.

“Sweets, your pretty cunt probably can’t take me. Stop being a brat.”

Once Bucky had finally pulled into his driveway, you could feel a nervous twist in your stomach. Not one that made you want to back out, but one that added to the excitement that had your heart pumping since the talk on your dad’s patio.

“You’re clean right?” You asked as you guided Bucky’s shirt up, backing him to the bed as he slipped it off over his head.

“Of course.” He nodded, discarding his jeans and boxers before a hand pressed to the center of his chest urged him onto the bed. Laying on his back, propped on his elbows as he watched you strip the rest of your clothing off and climb on top of him as gracefully as you could. Sitting on his lower abdomen.

Goosebumps broke out across your skin as his hands caressed your sides, ghosting over your breasts to cradle your jaw in his fingers. Pulling your lips down to his in a sweet, tender kiss. Your hands exploring the expanse of his thick chest, feeling every dip under your fingertips as a shiver rolled down his spine from the delicate touch.

A surprised squeak left your throat when he rolled to hover over you. Soft lips and scratchy facial hair tracing your skin as he kissed his way down your neck and chest, sinking his teeth into the top of your breast until you let out a squeal and tried to squirm away.

“Sorry,” Bucky chuckled, soothing over the fresh mark with his tongue before continuing his path down. Pressing your thighs further apart as your twisted his short hair between your fingers. Heart thumping in your chest as he moved your thighs to rest on his shoulders and teased everywhere besides where you needed him.

“James, don’t tease.” You groaned, trying to buck your hips to meet his mouth before his bionic left arm draped over your stomach to hold them down.

“M’not teasing, just appreciating.” He breathed out, grazing his teeth along your inner thigh until a needy whine poured from your lips and you squeezed his hair.

You swore you were already teetering on the edge, that the moment you felt his warm tongue against your throbbing clit you’d turn to putty in his hands.

And you weren’t completely wrong-

But, Bucky wasn’t stopping at just one. His mouth not lifting from your cunt as you tried to squirm from his hold, aftershocks never seeming to stop the twitches of your body.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to push him away or keep grinding your hips against his sinful mouth. Lust blown eyes locked on the fucked out look on your face as he nuzzled his face closer, gently shaking his head as your fingers pulled his hair to the point of pain that only made his cock twitch against the mattress.

Your thighs squeezing around his head as you screamed out his name, another body writhing orgasm surging through you as you absentmindedly rode his face. The groan that vibrated against your cunt only adding to the shocks of bliss.

“Fuck, Bucky…” you panted, throat scratchy from the countless highs he pulled from you in less than an hour as he finally lifted himself from between your thighs. Lips shiny with your arousal as he gave you a cocky grin.

“Even sweeter than I imagined.” He breathed out, fisting over himself to relieve some of the ache. “Need’a minute?”

You nodded softly, leaning up to latch your lips to the base of his throat. Hand holding the back of his neck as he let out a content sigh when your other went down to trace along the throbbing vein on the underside of his cock.

“Seeing you tug your cock last night was the best thing I’d seen all week, stud.” You teased, the throaty chuckle that sounded from him making you clench around nothing as his hand replaced yours. Swollen head slipping through your folds.

“Still got that attitude.”

You gasped out when he fully seated himself in your oversensitive walls in a fluid thrust, a guttural moan filling your ears as you tried to adjust to the sudden stretch in the brief time he gave before setting a ruthless pace.

“This cunt is heaven-“ he groaned, gripping your waist as he sat up more. Watching how you stretched around him. His pace bordering brutal as you screamed out for him, hands gripping and clawing at whatever smooth, sweat slicked skin they could reach. Supple flesh of your chest bouncing with each punishing snap of his hips.

Your mind was a floating mess, only able to focus on the delectable pleasure that coursed through you from how perfectly he was splitting you open. Your eyes peaking open to watch his blissed out features- jaw slack to let almost pornographic moans fall out and chest slick with sweat as he fucked into you.

The soft clink of his dog tags being drowned out by the salacious sound of skin slapping and the squelch of your cunt. Your shaky hand reaching up to hook your fingers in the chain, tugging him down to you for a sloppy kiss. Swallowing moans and sharing breaths as your hand slipped up to wrap around his neck and apply a little pressure to the sides.

It took Bucky off-guard, but only added to the building pleasure in his abdomen. Managing to move his fingers to your clit as he found the spot in your walls that pulled the most reactions and fucked into it.

Over and over until an orgasm hit him so hard he thought he was going to black out for a moment. Holding himself up on his left forearm as he pushed as deep as he could and spilled into you. Your teeth digging into his bottom lip and nails carving down his back as you rode through your own.

Taking a minute to gather his bearings and blink away the stars in his vision, Bucky slowly pulled away. Heart beating so hard and fast he thought it would pound out of his chest if he moved too fast.

The shocks of bliss were still wracking through you as he slipped from between your thighs. Smooth metal and warm flesh hands caressing over your form as you draped your forearm over your eyes.

“You okay? Need anything?” Bucky silky voice was barely audible over the dull ring in your ears as you shook your head. Relishing in the way he was making over you as you came down from the final mind blanking high.

Gently massaging your thighs as he looked you over, so gorgeous and fucked out. Skin radiant with the post orgasm glow as you laid bare in front of him.

“C’mon, pretty girl. A hot shower will help.” He cooed, carefully helping you up and out of bed. Biting back a chuckle as you stood on wobbly legs.

But even the deep ache in your abdomen didn’t stop your teasing tone. “Knew you looked handsome when you come.”

Your body was still sore as you shifted around in the comfortable bed, the shower from the first round not stopping another two before both of you tapped out from exhaustion.

Bucky’s bare form was pressed in close from behind as you looked over your shoulder. Being met with a kind smile and those enchanting blue eyes as he laid on his side, propped on his elbow.

“Watching me sleep like a creep?” You teased as he grazed his knuckles along your upper arm. Earning a quiet laugh from him.

“Wore me out last night. Don’t think I’ve gone three times in one night in years.” He hummed, pressing his fingertips under your jaw for you to tilt your head back before tilting his head and locking your lips with his for a brief kiss. “Be nice if we could do this again.”

“Maybe we can.” You mumbled, barely shifting your hips to press against his half-hard cock.

“I think I have one more in me- what about you?” He suggested, hand going to grip the outside of your thigh.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Can just slip in how we are right now.” Bucky breathed out, hand slipping up to grope at your chest and erection pressing into your ass.

“What are you waiting for then, lover boy?” You purred, feeling his hand go between you before his tip prodded your already slick folds.

It was more intimate than the night before- hips slowly rolling into you as he grunted quietly in your ear. Gradually urging your front to the mattress until his sturdy frame was waving over your, stomach brushing your back as he started to grind into your ass. Staying buried deep to keep his tip pressed into the sweet spot furthest in your walls until you reached a breathless orgasm.

“Feels s’perfect being inside you. Don’ want anyone else now.” You whined at the slip of words, hand reaching back to grip the supple flesh of his ass as he filled you with his spend again before pulling away. Fingers grazing along your spine and a tender kiss pressed to your shoulder.

“You wanna be mine, sweets?”

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Flinching slightly when you hear a thump on your bedroom door, you turn around to watch it open, only to see it’s Bucky sneaking in. As you turn back to your reflection, Bucky looks you up and down, closes the door behind him and takes a seat at the edge of your bed, the mattress sinking underneath the weight of his muscles.

“Wow. Those outfits of yours are getting sluttier.” He retorts, sounding slightly impressed and amused “Going naked next time?”

You repress a smile, roll your eyes and throw a pillow from the nearest chair in his direction, which he catches with ease as he lets out a chuckle. You are used to comments like these, but you won’t let it slide too easily.

“Actually debating on wearing sweatpants next time, since these outfits are not paying off.” You complain and roll your lipstick back in, closing the lid and slipping it into your purse. “What do you want?”

Bucky takes in your words and quickly processes them before leaning back on his hands as you turn back to him “We’re going to watch a movie, but we need the Netflix password. Sam and Carol said you had it.”

You nod and quickly scribble it on a note before handing it to him, before grabbing one of your favourite necklaces and stepping over to the mirror once more. Bucky shoves the paper into his back pocket and slowly walks over to you, looking at you through the mirror as you struggle with the clasp in your neck.

“This outfit is way too revealing, you know. You have to leave some for the imagination.” He murmurs and swats your hands away as he starts fumbling with the clasp himself.

A faint alarm is ringing in your head at the intimacy of his hands in your neck and his breath fanning over your skin, but you remain blissfully ignorant.

Your shoulders sink down in defeat and you watch him focus on the necklace through the mirror, his tongue darted out slightly to put all his attention towards the tiny lock.

“Bucky, the men I encounter on these dates barely have enough braincells to show up.” You retort and he snorts “I can’t rely on their ability to use their imagination.”

Bucky curses under his breath when the necklace won’t do his bidding and before you can ask him why it is taking so long, his curious eyes stare at your reflection and he cocks his head with mischief in his eyes.

Slowly, but too fast for you to stop it, his vibranium fingers wrap around your throat and you instinctively raise your chin and bump back into his chest as the digits add pressure to your skin.

“Buck-”

“My hand looks much better around your throat, don’t you think?”

Where the sudden shift comes from, you have no idea, but it makes the hairs on your body stand upright. Back pressed into his front as his fingers roll lightly into your flesh as if to taunt the pressure he enforces, your throat goes dry as you look at his eyes.

His other hand grabs your hip and that is also when you feel a light bulge press into your back. Some very faint part of you is screaming at you to ask him what the hell he is doing, but the majority of your body is so desperate for relief that you can’t argue your roommate being the wrong choice.

But Bucky had always been respectful, frustratingly so. Sure, both you and him were brutally honest to each other and threw around filthy compliments like you did disgusting insults, but this is …different. His demeanor has changed completely.

Whenever Bucky flirted with you before, it had always been shallow and playful and never gave you any insight as to what he would be like in bed. But this, this gives you all the insight you need and your heartbeat starts pounding between your legs demandingly.

As your hand covers the one on your hip and the other clasps around his metal lower arm, Bucky’s smirks widens. Your eyes are wide as you look at him and his are full of determination, making you apprehensive of this unexpected side of him.

“My poor, poor roommate.” He drawls lowly, his breath hitting your ear as your eyes flutter at the feeling and sound of his voice “So goddamn horny and no one there to make her come.”

You whine, actually whine at his words and where you expect him to laugh at you, he soothingly rubs his thumb into your skin.

“Hmm, I know baby. You need someone to take care of you.” He whispers and takes your earlobe between his teeth “Someone to praise you while they do it.”

You sigh softly and barely notice his hand, with yours still over it, trail from your hip to the hem of your dress, raising it up as he slips underneath it.

Tensing up instantly when you feel his fingers trace over the slit of your panties, your hands clasps around his wrist tightly. Not to remove his hand, but in anticipation of what it is capable of.

“Bucky…” You breathe out quietly.

“Shh…” He hushes, the pressure of his fingers against your panties increasing slightly as they massage into the warm flesh “Carol and Sam are waiting for me to return so you’ve got to be quiet.”

Head lulling back onto his shoulder, he chuckles darkly against you, his grip on the sides of your neck tightening slightly as his fingers start rubbing through your panties, dragging slow circles over your clit.

Warmth pools in your underbelly and tingles shoot up and down your legs at the feeling of him knowing how to touch you so well. Your breathing gets slightly more laboured and your muscles tense up and relax at the same time, mind relaxing as Bucky winds the tension into your body with every drag of his fingers.

When you feel a warm, calloused fingertip slip past your underwear and swirl around the rim of your dripping hole, you let out a soft moan.

It is the very best sound Bucky thinks he’s ever heard and he rewards you by gliding his middle finger into you until the base of his finger stretches you lightly, your instant reflex being to convulse around the digit.

“Shit, you’re wet…” He groans and his metal hand roughly grips your jaw, his index finger covering your painted, parted lips “Dreamt about this for so long. Having you pulse around my fingers and turn you into a blabbering mess.”

His middle finger pushes in and out of you steadily, his thumb rolling over your clit firmly as his metal fingers sloppily wipe your lipstick off your lips and make you look as dishevelled as you feel. Your skin feels like it is on fire as his ministrations quicken, another finger gliding into you with a little too much ease and urging another moan from you. His hand is quick to cover your mouth as he gives a warning bite to the skin of your neck.

He fucking loves this, having you squirming in his hold as he makes a mess out of you, all sloppy and wet in his arms, but he needs you to be quiet if he is planning on doing this way more often without your roommates figuring it out.

“Quiet down baby.” He warns, his voice warm and barely registering in your scrambled brain as your high approaches awfully quickly “I can tell it’s good by the way you’re squeezing my fingers, no need to be so needy…”

The degrading tone does nothing to distract you from the pleasure unfurling inside of you and you grind your hips into his hand desperately, making him hum in delight and encouragement at your desperation.

His fingers move faster and curl into your deliciously, your pussy swelling around him with need as his palm has settles to rub over your clit in rough, warm circles.

Your whimpers becomes louder, even your breaths could be heard outside of your door and Bucky’s entire hand clamps around your mouth tightly, making your eyes shoot open and lock with his through the mirror.

The boyish grin he gives you almost covers up the obvious lust rolling over his sharp features and your eyes flutter at the mere sight of him behind you like that. Bucky presses his temple to yours, the eye contact he has locked you in through the reflection, making your heart almost clatter out of your chest.

“Look at me…” He rumbles and you put all your energy into trying to keep your eyes open as his fingers are so close to bringing you over the edge, you feel your knees buckle “Go on then, baby. Drench me.”

You don’t need him to tell you twice and his words instantly make you sink your tensed form into his body, his fingers rubbing inside of you as his palm adds more pressure to your clit to let your orgasm last as long as possible. Convulsing around him and trembling against his chest, you whimper loudly against his metal hand, the state he has brought you in nearly embarrassing.

“There you go.” He encourages, his voice making you drip around his fingers as your high continues to course through you “Look at that. So pretty when you come in my hands.”

The state you’re in when his fingers slow down and he pulls away from you, can only be described as wrecked. Utterly wrecked. Chest heaving, makeup smushed over your face, wild hair, blood pulsing through the surface of your skin and limbs wobbly and weak.

But you almost collapse to the floor when Bucky’s fingers disappear between his lips and satisfaction shimmers in his eyes deviously. Turning around towards him, you briefly catch him walking out and closing the door behind him, leaving you by yourself.

So trying to come to terms with what the hell just happened, you weakly attempt to sort yourself out and make it look like nothing happened -which by the lack of Bucky in your room might as well have been the case.

And with the last stroke of your hands over the hem of your dress, Bucky barges into your room again and you turn around to him, exasperated.

“Bucky, what the-”

“Take that off. That dress is not appropriate for a date.” He orders, and if you didn’t know any better, you would say he looks conflicted and tense.

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.” He seethes, his eyes darker than before.

You scoff and put your hands on your hips, raising an unimpressed brow at him. He can’t seriously think he can just walk out after making you come and then barge in to tell you that you look inappropriate. Especially not fifteen minuten prior to you leaving for your actual date.

“I am not taking this off because you want me to wear something else." You tell him like it is the most obvious thing in the world. Who the hell does he think he is?!

Bucky steps over, his entire posture intimidating the shit out of you instantly. You have definitely seen this side of him, but you never thought it would be used against you.

You pounded on the front door like it would change the fact your dad’s bike was missing from the driveway. Pulling your jacket tighter around you in attempt to brace yourself from the cold as you looked at the house down the street. The porch light on showing that your dad’s new found best friend was home.

Bucky Barnes- a six foot something man who just so happened to be sex on legs. Built like a brick wall with an icy stare that most people avoided.

Knocking on the thick wood, you waited until you heard the muffled ‘yeah’ from the other side before opening the door.

“Hey…” you huffed, the warm air sending a shiver through you as you pushed the door shut behind you. The woodsy smell of his cologne mixed with leather and cigarettes making you feel safe in a way. “Have you seen my dad?”

Bucky shook his head as he leaned forward to sit his glass on the coffee table. “Probably at the bar. Pass me that shirt.” He said gesturing to the sweatshirt that laid over the back of the recliner in front of you. “Can I wait him out here? He hasn’t given me a key back yet.” You sighed, looking everywhere but him as he pulled the shirt on. “Yeah, of course.”

You toed your snow soaked shoes off at the door, moving to sit on the opposite end of the couch.

“When do you go back to college?” Bucky asked, leaning to grab his glass that sat next to a half drank bottle of whiskey. “I, uh, don’t.” You shrugged, pulling at a loose thread on his couch.

“Dropping out? If you want out of this place you probably don’t wanna do that.” He said breathing a laugh. “No, a scholarship only takes you so far.”

“You drink?” He held the glass out to offer it to you. “Occasionally.”

Nodding, Bucky stood and started towards the kitchen. Shuffling through the fridge and cabinets for a moment before he came back with another glass. “Try this- cream soda and fireball. Mostly soda.” He chuckled, metallic hand holding the glass out as he sat back down. “Thanks.”

A couple hours passed, the silence that had settled in the room comfortable as the two of you watched whatever nonsense played on the tv. A new glass of mixed drink half way gone on the coffee table when Bucky nudged your knee to get your attention.

“What happened to that boyfriend you brought home over the summer?” He asked when you looked over at him. “Apparently being with a virgin wasn’t something he wanted.” You felt your face heat up the moment you said it. Not truly thinking through who you were saying it to.

“Ha-ha, very funny, sugar.” Bucky chuckled, laying his arm across the back of the couch as he turned to look at you fully. His eyebrows raising and lips parting when he realized you were serious. “Oh, you’re serious. Sorry.”

“I’m use to it by now, no one seems to believe it.” You said with a light laugh, turning to face him. “You can do much better anyways.” He said, lighting a cigarette.

“He was a good guy.” You mumbled pressing your cheek to your shoulder. “Good guy? He was a dick who flaunted you like a trophy.” Bucky scoffed, rolling his eyes as he poured more liquor into his cup. “Fuckin’ annoying if you ask me.” He grumbled, finishing off the liquid in a single drink.

“Besides- breaking up with you because you’re a virgin? That’s pathetic.” You narrowed your eyes at him, watching the way he shifted as you lifted your glass to your lips. “I’ve seen people break up over less.”

“Which is also pathetic. Wait until you find someone who’s worth your time- He definitely wasn’t.” He muttered into his glass as he finished off another drink. “Like you?”

You weren’t sure where the question came from, but the second the words slipped from your mouth your heart started racing. Bucky’s denim blues dancing back and forth as he tried to read your expression, teeth dragging against his bottom lip before his gaze dropped to his lap.

“I’m too old for you, sugar.” He exhaled. Pursing your lips, you shook your head. “You’re not old.” You said scrunching your nose at him. “And you’re not serious.” He tested, leaning forward slightly.

Chewing the inside of you cheek, you copied his action. “What if I am?”

Bucky chuckled lightly, shaking his head as he smoothed his metallic left hand against his jean clad thigh. “I’d say you’re insane.”

“Because of the brooding?” You teased, leaning a little closer. “Or- the reputation? C’mon give me a better excuse than age.” You laughed, narrowing your eyes at him as his tongue swiped across his bottom lip. “Don’t have one.” He shrugged.

“Then do-” you hummed against his lips when they slotted over yours, cutting off anything else you were going to say as his tongue pressed into your mouth. Slowly urging you back until your back was pressed to the plush couch cushions.

“You sure about this?” Bucky asked against your lips, lifting your legs to his waist. “Yeah, very sure.” You exhaled, trying to calm your pounding heart as his hands massaged the outsides of your thighs. Going higher and higher until his fingers worked at the button of your jeans, lips grazing along your jaw as you gripped the sides of his sweatshirt.

Bucky mentally cursed himself for enjoying the way you felt in his hands. Something he’d imagined since the day he was introduced to you over the summer but didn’t think would actually happen.

The faint taste of the whiskey mixture tainting his tastebuds when his lips locked with yours again. Your skin softer than he’d imagined against his calloused right hand when he gripped your hips, feeling the goosebumps that prickled your skin from the cool metal of his left.

Your breathing hitched when his fingers ghosted over your clothed heat. Circling your clit a few times before he slipped his hand into the front of your underwear, trailing featherlight kisses along your jaw as you let your eyes close.

You sucked in a sharp breath as the pads of his fingers glided through your folds, a pleased hum coming from Bucky as he eased a single finger in. Eliciting a mixture of a whine and moan from you as you gripped his sweatshirt tighter from the new feeling.

“There you go- you okay?” He asked in almost a whisper as he curled the digit against the spongey spot just inside your cunt that sent shocks of pleasure down your legs. “Yeah, don’t stop.” You whimpered, leaning your head against his sturdy shoulder.

Your whole body felt alive. His touch feeling like it was going to light a fire on your skin with every graze and grip his hands and lips made. Metal left caressing your chest as he added another finger. Curling the two middle digits against your silky walls when you breathed a moan.

“Doin’ so good, pretty girl. So wet and tight-” Bucky huffed out a breath when your walls fluttered around his fingers, a needier moan pulling from your throat as he lifted his head. “Look at me, sugar.”

His darkened blues bored into you when you leaned away, the stretch of his fingers much different than your own and bringing on the tingling pleasure much faster as he pushed deeper and picked up the rhythm.

“Bucky-” you whined, grinding against his palm. You thighs starting to quiver as his lips covered yours in a kiss that was sloppier than the one before.

“I know, sweets. Let it go. Cum for me.” He hummed against your lips. Your eyes squeezing shut as your body tensed, releasing around his fingers with a pleasured cry as your mind blanked for a moment.

“Good girl.” He praised, nipping your lips with his as he worked you through the aftershocks with gentle thrusts.

Peeling your heavy lids open, you looked at him with glazed over eyes. A cocky smirk ghosting his sharp features as he moved away to let you pull your jeans back on.

You watched him wipe his hand against his jeans as you readjusted on the couch before he leaned forward for another drink of his whiskey. The straining against his pants evident as you opened your mouth to talk- being cut off before the first word came out.

“I’ll take care of it.” He mumbled as he stood, disappearing into the bathroom without another word.

You tried to focus on the tv while you waited for him to come back, occasionally hearing a soft grunt from behind the flimsy wood door as you drank some more of the sweet mixture that he’d brought you earlier.

The door suddenly opening as Bucky turned the light off, fastening his belt as he walked to where his cigarettes sat on the counter and looking out of the window.

“You can stay here if you want, he’s still not back.” He said, lighting the end of the cigarette as he sat back down. Your face heating up at the offer. “I’ll probably just go wait for him on the steps.”

“Bullshit, it’s freezing out and god knows when he’ll be back.” He grumbled, leaning further into the couch and parting his legs more. “You sure you’re not just lonely, Buck.” You teased, Bucky looking at you from the corner of his eye. “Keep running that pretty mouth and I’ll stuff it full.”

Your mouth fell open from how casually he said it, face burning as he stared at the tv with a proud grin. His arm going over the back of the couch again.

“That’s what I thought.”

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