white wolf fan club

He knew it was risky, he knew it was stupid, your brother even tried to talk him out of it the entire plane ride back. But he had to do it, he had to see you, even if it meant crashing your engagement party. It’s been five years since he’s seen you in person but not a day has gone by without you on his mind. When he left he was heartbroken you didn’t go with him, he was upset you choose your title over him, he was mad at you and he figured once he was far enough away from you and the country he hated that he’d move on.

But he didn’t. He never did. He tried to find love in other women. He tried to sleep around and go on dates and force relationships that were doomed from the start. It wasn’t hard for him given his attractive nature and desirable accent. He was charming and smooth, he always knew what to say to get what he wanted. He always got everything he wanted.

Except you. He had you, but then he left you. And things haven’t been the same since. Once he heard the news of your new boyfriend the ping of jealousy in his stomach made him realize he was not over you. Once the news broke of the engagement, he knew he had to come back to you. Regardless of what others said, it wasn’t too late. He still had enough time. He still had enough time to win you back.

So, as he waits for your arrival in the corner of this lavish building he is reminded of why he hated his life so much. The gowns and the suits, the stuffy music, and arrogant glances…the only good thing about this place was the champagne. Luckily, no one recognized him. It had been five years and he’s grown in a nice amount of facial hair, plus he was never really acknowledged at these events in the first place.

Being the orphan boy who hung around the princess was never a good look for you or the royal family. But you and your family, especially your dad, the king, never cared what others thought. He was always welcomed into your home and around your family, your family treated him as one of their own until he upped and left you. The only person he was more nervous to see other than you was your mom. He knew that woman could cut glass with just one glare.

He felt his throat tighten as the trumpets signaled your arrival. Through the crowded room, he watched you walk in. His heart stopped at the sight of you. Magazine pictures and social media blogs do not do you justice. No matter how often he stared at Instagram paparazzi pictures, he knew you were always a million times more beautiful in person.

He bit down on his lip as he took in your beautiful figure, the emerald green dress hugged your body perfectly, leaving very little for the imagination. He watched you walk across the room and it took everything in him to not jump from the crowd and stop you there, but he knew he had to be smarter than that. He knew the plan. He knew what he had to do.

So, once the music began he quickly moved to the dance floor, grabbing the nearest girl he could find. His eyes never left you as he danced around the room, getting closer and closer to you with each woman he’d switch off to. He bumped into your brother and Steve gave him the look, signaling it was time, with quick feet he landed right in front of you, arms open for you to spin into. He couldn’t have planned it any better as your eyes are closed as he pulls you against his body. He wraps one hand tightly around your back, as he continues to lead you around the floor. If he didn’t know better he’d lean in and capture your lips at this very moment, but he had more manners than that. As if this moment was in slow motion, your eyes open and move from his chest to his face. He watches as your expression drops the second you look into his eyes.

"Bucky?" you gasp.

The next few seconds are a blur as you try to escape his hold.

“Don’t cause a scene,” He whispers.

Your mouth opens and then closes and your eyes narrow on him. He knew this look all too well. You were angry, furious even, but you always knew how to control yourself in public. Bucky swayed you around the room and notices it was almost time to give you up.

“You look lovely,” he says, smirk slinking across his dangerously handsome face.

“Y-you fucking —“ You whisper yell as he brings you in before he spins you out.

“Such a mouth on you, princess,” he chuckles.

You spin out from him and land in the arms of your fiancé just as the song ends. Just as the stupid tradition is supposed to play out.

Bucky watches as your chest heaves, the guests will think it’s because of the dance but he knows it’s because of him. He watches as you frantically glance around the room trying to find him but he’s already managed to sneak back into the cheering crowd.

Bucky is chuckling to himself but soon feels his heart in his throat as your fiancé leans in and kisses you. He knows he has no right to feel this way, this sick feeling in his stomach, but he can’t help it. How dare another man touch you that isn’t him. How dare you allow it as well.

The night continues rather smoothly, Bucky has his eyes on you the entire time. You continuously glance around the room searching for him but he has managed to blend in so well. He sneaks around some guests and grabs another glass of champagne, and for a second he loses sight of you. He quickly makes his way around the room, not looking where he goes as he bumps into someone.

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’m so so—“

Buckys words get caught in his throat as he realizes who he has just bumped into.

“James?”

He quickly clears his throat and bows, the appropriate gesture to greet the woman in front of him, your mother.

“Your majesty,” he says.

“James? No, it can’t be! What on earth are you doing here?” She questions him, he can’t tell if she’s mad or excited.

“Uh— well, I — um,”

“Mom, I ran into Bucky while I was in the states, I told him to come back with me. It’s been a while since he’s been home, don’t you think?” Bucky glances up to see Steve has come to his rescue.

Your mom glares at both your brother and Bucky before she returns her attention solely to Bucky.

“Has she seen you yet?” She asks in a hushed tone.

“I had the pleasure of dancing with her.” He responds.

“Oh, James, I don’t know what game you’re playing —“

“No games, your majesty. I’m just here to wish her well.” He cuts her off.

He gives her his best smile. He always knew your mom loved him, had a soft spot for him even. Her strong glare eventually gives way and she smiles, pulling him in for a hug. She squeezes him tight and tells him how much she’s missed him. He must come for dinner tomorrow night, she insists. Bucky agrees of course, and your mother excuses herself to see to the rest of the guests.

“Well, that was fucking easier than I thought it was going to be,” Steve says

“I fucking owe you, dude.” Bucky smiles, grabbing his arm.

“Go, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that Bucky makes his way out of the party, but not without one last glance at you. He watches as your fiancé’s arm wraps around your waist and your head falls back in the fake laugh you’ve mastered over the years. He knew your real laugh, he knew it wasn’t whatever the hell you were doing right now.

You must’ve felt his eyes as you turn to finally meet his gaze, the one you’ve been searching for all night. You pull away from your fiancé and excuse yourself from the group you were speaking to. You begin making your way to Bucky and he quickly turns to leave. You pick up the pace as you can tell he’s trying to escape you, you follow his same path out the side door and are met with the cold air of the night.

“Bucky?” You call out.

You glance around, wondering where he could’ve gone so quickly. You let out a loud sigh and turn when you hear the door behind you, your shoulders dropping when you realize it’s just your brother.

“What’re you doing out here?” He asks, quickly taking off his suit jacket to throw over you.

“I think I’m going fucking crazy.” You respond.

Your brother chuckles, pulling out a pack of cigarettes. You grab the pack from him and pull out a lone cigarette, you snap at him for his lighter and he quickly obliges.

“You shouldn’t be smoking it doesn't help with your anxiety —“ Steve begins

“And you shouldn’t be telling me what to do.” You bark back.

The two of you stand in silence, both taking long drags of your cigarettes.

“You aren’t crazy,” Steve whispers.

You slowly pull your cigarette and toss it to the ground, stepping on it with your heels and turning to your brother with a cautious look.

“I ran into him in New York, we’ve been hanging out ever since, he wanted to come —“

“Steve, S-Steven, you didn’t. You did not fucking bring him back here...” You stand back astounded.

“Y/N…” he begins,

You quickly push against his chest, sending him back a few steps.

“No. No. No! To my engagement party? To my wedding!? I haven’t seen him in five fucking years, Steve! I haven’t seen him since he —“ you stop yourself.

You clutch your chest as you feel your heart throbbing.

“Breathe,” Steve says.

You take a deep breath, and then another, and then another. Once you’re breathing is back to normal you look up at Steve once more.

“I don’t want to see him again, Steve. Do you understand me?” You state.

“Y/N, he’s different, he wanted to see you, he —“

“Do you understand me?” You cut him off.

Steve lets out a small sigh.

“Yeah, yeah.” He says.

From a short distance, Bucky watches from behind some bushes as you take off Steve’s jacket and hand it back to him as you walk back inside. Bucky can feel his heart in his throat once more, but this time it’s because he heard the hurt in your voice.

He’s only seen you so upset once before and that is when your father died. Bucky held you close that night as you cried yourself to sleep into his chest, that was the night he decided he wanted to leave, he wanted you both to leave and never come back. He never wanted to see you so upset again and he knew if you took the crown you would never be the same woman he fell in love with.

Little did he know at the time that leaving you and breaking your heart would only cause you more pain than the death of your father. It wasn’t the crown that changed you from the woman he once loved, it was him. But he was determined to win you back, one way or another.

a/n: oooooo Bucky Bucky Bucky….

You lay awake, minutes before your alarm is set to go off. This was normal. Usually, it was because your brain was screaming at you to wake up, you have a million things to do, remember you have this meeting and this dinner.

Who needs an assistant when your anxiety keeps track of your schedule?

But this morning it was because you were awake all night. This was rare. As you normally could always sleep regardless of what the next day had in store for you. But last night into this morning your eyes were glued to the ceiling. Going through every scenario. Going through every past mistake. Going through everything that brought you to this day. Brought you to today.

Today you announce your engagement.

You’re just shy of 25. Some people will say that’s the perfect age to marry off. Others will say it’s about time, should’ve gotten married sooner. 

But you... you... would put it off longer. Possibly the rest of your life if the choice was up to you.

But alas...it's not.

There’s no rule or archaic law that states you have to be married before you take the crown. It’s just highly...recommended. No woman has ever ruled the kingdom before. Let alone, by herself.

Your father worked hard his whole life in making sure that you, his eldest child, his beautiful baby girl, would be his rightful heir to the throne. He was over the notion that only men could lead. He knew that if anyone was going to take care of his kingdom more than him it would be you. So, with his dying breath, he made sure that would be the case.

You weren’t sure whether to thank him or curse him. You loved your father and you loved this kingdom... you just weren’t sure if you were the best one to lead it. But your father and mother disagreed. Your mother was happy to take his place for a few years to let you finish your education but everyone knew the day would come and it would be your time to lead.

So you did just that. You received a wonderful education and were able to experience a bit of the world and all it had to offer. Now you’re back, ready to lead the kingdom you love. You’re ready for the day you officially become queen.

That day was 2 weeks away.

Well, two weeks and one day away, your 25th birthday.

While the parliament agreed to your father's wish, their one stipulation was that you would agree to marry if not already married by your 25th birthday. 

At first, you had no issue with this as you knew you’d be married by now. 

You had been dating the love of your life since you were 15, your father, unfortunately, passed when you were 20, and you just figured you’d be married to your real-life Prince Charming within 5 years.

But, things changed.

He changed.

He woke up one morning and didn’t want the life you had envisioned for the two of you.

He wanted to go away and never come back. 

If you ask him, he’ll say he asked you to come with him but your version is different. 

The fact he wanted out of this lifestyle meant he wanted out from you as well. You weren’t the girl he wanted in the end. He wanted so much more than you could offer.

So he left.

And you haven’t seen him since. You haven’t heard from him since. You haven’t thought of him since.

You were heartbroken for a long time. You never thought you’d move on. You never thought you could love again. 

But all broken hearts heal, even yours, and 4 years later you began dating your now fiancé.

Prince Harry of Arcadia. He was handsome, intelligent, and caring. He was at one point the most sought-after bachelor, but only had eyes for you.

Well, of course he did, it was an arrangement after all.

You two danced together at a gala and the rest is history. You agreed to marry him after he asked you during a romantic picnic he had planned and you set the date for the day before your birthday.

Everyone was getting their way.

Everyone except for you.

It’s not that you didn’t love Harry, you did. Just, not as a wife to a husband. You knew you’d get there eventually. You knew your resistance to Harry was because your heart had been completely shattered by the one man you had ever loved. You knew you were just playing defense. Trying to be careful, trying to protect yourself, but a part of you knew Harry would never hurt you the way He hurt you.

So, that’s why you’ve been staring at your ceiling all night into the morning. Trying to figure out why the hell you’re refusing to fall in love with your future husband. Is it because you’re still hurt? Is it because you’re still — no. No.

You will love Harry just like he loves you. It’s just going to take some time.

Yes, you’ve been with him for almost a year... but these things take time. Falling in love and staying in love takes time.

Right?

besides, it’s not like you and Harry have really dated or gotten to know each other. An arrangement is an arrangement. You technically don’t have to love him, but it seems he feels that way about you...so you guess you should at least try to reciprocate feelings. 

Your alarm finally goes off and you're quick to turn it off. You gingerly get up from your bed and head to the shower. You have approximately 30 more minutes of alone time before your secretary begins knocking on your door.

You shower, get ready, throw some comfortable clothes on and meet your secretary at your door before she even begins to knock.

“Good morning,” you smile.

“Your Majesty, you’re early —“

“Genevieve, please don’t call me that.” You beg as the two of you make your way down the castle halls.

Genevieve has been your person since you were young. Her royal title is “lady-in-waiting” but you’ve always thought that was silly. What is she waiting for, you’d ask.

“I’m sorry, but I have to start calling you that soon.” She says quietly.

“No, you don’t. We’ve had this talk how many times?” You ask as the two of you make your way towards the private dining room.

As you walk in, your breakfast is all laid out. Coffee, toast, fruit, and a little piece of chocolate. You like to start your day off with a little sweetness.

Genevieve ignores your comment and tells you the plans for the day. You have a meeting in an hour and then you’ll get ready for the engagement party tonight around 3. You’re set to arrive at 7, dinner will be served at 8, the party should be over around 9.

In and out, just how you like.

“Prince Harry has requested a dance with you.” She adds on.

“At the engagement party? Isn’t that silly? We’ll dance at the wedding.” You scoff.

Genevieve goes on to say that Prince Harry asked for a similar event to the one he met you at. You two will dance with other bachelors/bachelorettes until it’s time for you two to dance together. Then you’ll announce your engagement.

Eye roll.

“Y/N.” Genevieve snaps.

“I hate dancing. It’s stupid. Everyone knows we’re engaged anyways, I cannot believe my mother —“ you are cut off by the woman you were about to berate.

“Your mother what? Agreed to a traditional event? Yes, how dare she.”

You glare towards your mother. Her smart mouth was always annoying to you. Mostly because you got the same trait from her.

“Morning, mom.” You smile. It was disingenuous, no one was fooled.

“Good morning my love.” She says with a genuine smile.

You shudder at the words “my love” she knows that you hate this terminology. It is what He used to call you. You think she’d get the hint at your audible groan each time she said it, but alas, she doesn’t.

“It’s tradition, Y/N. Just go along with it, for me?” She asks as she takes a sip of her coffee.

You sigh. Never be defiant of your parents and their wishes. You agree with a nod and chug your coffee down. Your mother and Genevieve go over the guestlist for the millionth time and you were able to quietly sneak down to the kitchen to request another coffee.

Iced, two sugars, extra cream.

It was you and the kitchens staff's secret. A perfect, harmless, secret.

You attended your meeting with parliament, going over some new laws that were set to take place next month. You were back in your room ready for your makeup/hair staff to begin at 3 on the dot. Genevieve was impressed by your punctuation. Usually, you were the one who had to be dragged to makeup/hair.

You say there, emotionless as they toyed with different hairstyles and lip shades. Two hours later you were finally ready.

Your hair was styled back, you hated up-dos but that’s was the traditional look for this event. You convinced your team into doing a half up/half down type of hairstyle. It styled perfectly with the green silk dress you had been dying to wear. Your staff ‘oohed’ and gasped when you walked out.

“I can’t wait to see you in your wedding dress,” one of them remarked.

This made you smile. You loved your staff and they loved you.

You thanked each of them with a hug and right as you were about to leave a sudden knock occurred from your door. You looked around at your staff and smiles crept across their faces.

“What is going on?” You ask.

None of them answer you and you roll your eyes. You hate surprises. You head to the door, halfway expecting Harry to be at the other end, it would be like him to have some last-minute meeting.

You open the door and your jaw drops.

“Steve!” You scream.

Your younger brother Steve stood on the other side of the door with flowers in his hand.

You wrap your arms around him and pull him in for a hug. He laughs at your abrasiveness but eventually gives in to the hug.

“Hi, sis.” He says.

“What’re you doing here?!”

Steve had been away studying abroad and wasn’t going to make it back in time for the engagement party. Or so, that’s what you were told.

“I just wanted to surprise you. You think I’d miss this?” He asks, a cheeky grin plastered across his face.

You didn’t have many girlfriends, not to mention, close friends, but you and Steve had always had a strong relationship aside from sister and brother. In a way you envied him. He got to live a somewhat normal life. Never having to worry about taking over the crown...unless something terrible happens to you before you marry and have children.

“You idiot.” You slap his chest as he leads you down the hallway.

You beg him to tell you all about his adventures and so he does. As the two of you drive to your engagement party he tells you all about America and the people he’s met and the places he’s seen. You live vicariously through him and you almost ask the driver to take another loop before dropping you off.

“You okay?” Steve asks as the car stops.

“Yeah, j-just tired.” You playoff.

“Bullshit.”

You turn to him and he can tell. He’s always been able to tell.

“Y/N, there’s something I have to tell you.” He says.

Before he can finish the car doors are being open and the two of you are being escorted inside. It’s a grand entrance as always. Your brother is introduced first and then you. You walk into the room and are met with standing applause. You weren’t sure why people always did this, just because of who you were, they felt the need to clap and cheer.

Once the applaud dies down, the music begins. Bachelors and bachelorettes take the floor and begin the traditional bullshit dance. You loved your kingdom, you loved traditions, you just hated dancing.

You dance around the room as some classical waltz blares. You chit-chat with some of the men, some of them congratulating you, others saying they wish it was them. You just smile and laugh them off. You sneak occasional glances at Harry. The women all holding onto him for dear life when it’s their turn. You don’t feel a bit jealously. 

Instead, you laugh. It’s funny that women adore him so easily. You wonder what they’d think of you if they knew you were merely fond of him.

The music hits a dramatic break as you’re being spun out of someone’s arms into another. Your eyes are closed as you move along to the beat, opening them as soon as you’re met with a pair of strong hands. 

One hand in yours, the other tightly wrapped around your back. The smell of this man is faintly familiar, your eyes make their way up to his and your heart stops.

It’s him.

“Bucky?”

a/n: *dramatic music plays*

You were tired. Utterly exhausted. You had been in meeting after meeting from sunrise until sunset.

It was almost midnight by the time you began the walk back into your office, you had forced your assistant to go home, one of you had to get some sleep you insisted.

Besides, you weren’t going to be sleeping anyway.

Not when the thoughts of what occurred between you and your boss just last night kept flooding your brain. Every time you closed your eyes you saw him dipping his head down into yours, you felt his lips against yours as his hands wrapped around your waist pulling you into him, the kiss was hard and breathtaking.

It was the way you imagined soldiers going off to war kissed their wives they were never going to see again. It was everything and as you were just about to deepen the kiss, a knock at the door forced you two steps back and him retreating to his desk.

As nothing had happened. As nothing should’ve happened. As nothing will happen ever again.

You hadn’t seen him since, mostly because you kept yourself busy with the meetings all day hoping it would provide proper distance between the two of you so you could attempt to forget what had just happened.

He was your boss after all, and kissing in the Oval Office was probably the dumbest thing you two could’ve ever done, but you did it.

You’ve replayed it in your head every minute since. You wondered why he did it, after all this time, why he decided to shut you up by kissing you.

Sure, the tension was thick but you didn’t think he felt it too. You figured your crush was just that. A crush. That would never go anywhere.

Boy, you were wrong.

You walked into the darkroom of your office and throw your stuff down on your desk, you let out a small sigh as you once again replay the actions of last night.

“Well, there you are.” the low voice causes you to jump.

“Fucking shit —“ you say as you grab your chest, turning around and locking eyes with a shadowy figure who chuckles at your choice of words.

“Where have you been all day?” he asks, leaning back against your office couch that is too often used as a bed.

“You scared me, sir.” you breathe.

“I’m sorry,” he offers half-apologetically as he smirks, you catch a glimpse of his white teeth and ocean eyes in the moonlight casting from the window.

You clear your throat and turn around back towards your desk, not trusting yourself to look at him any longer. Perhaps he just came to tell you last night was a mistake. Perhaps you’re fired. Your mind begins racing and you quickly fiddle with the papers on your desk.

“I had those meetings all day about the health care package, Josh was supposed to be with you if you needed anything,” you state, making a mental note to curse out your deputy for not doing his job.

“He was.”

Scratch that, no mental note.

“Then what’s —“ your words stop as you feel his presence behind you.

You quickly turn around. He is only a few inches from you. You feel your heart in your throat as your eyes lock with his.

“I don’t think Josh could help me finish what we started last night.” He whispers.

“I — Mr. —“

He cuts you off by grabbing your head with both of his hands and pulling you into him. The kiss was just like last night, except this time, you could deepen it.

His tongue slid across your bottom lip and into your mouth and you couldn’t help but moan as his fingers dug into your scalp.

He pulled away, leaving you both breathless. His hands continue to hold your head as yours were clinging to his arms.

“Say the word and I’ll walk out of here and pretend it never happened, but fuck, if I haven’t thought about anything else but you for the last 24 hours. I —“

This time you cut him off, your lips crashing into his caused him to fall back.

His hands found your hips as he pulled you with him, his knees buckling against the couch and falling against it in one swift motion. You fell on top of him, your legs straddling him as you both continued to fight for dominance in your kiss.

He pulled at your jacket and you got the hint quickly taking it off while only leaving his lips for seconds.

You pulled at his tie and then his buttons on his shirt, he was able to throw it somewhere as his hands roamed your back pulling your shirt off.

His lips found your neck as your hands ran through his hair, the sounds of kissing and sucking and whimpers filled your office.

The feeling of his hot breath against your skin as he gently sucked a purple mark beneath your ear causes you to grind down into him. He lets out something between a growl and a whimper.

“Fuck, doll,” he mutters.

You do the motion again, and again, he eventually grabs you by the hips and forces you into some sort of rhythm.

You silently thank the gods above for helping you decide to wear a skirt today. He pushes it up as far as it’ll go on your thighs to allow you plenty of room to continue moving against him.

“You gonna cum like this? Cum apart on my thighs, pretty girl?” he asks, burying his head back into your neck as he plants kiss after kiss.

“Y-yes s-shit, fuck!” you cry out as the tension in your stomach builds just as your coil was about to snap, he halts your motions.

You whine but before you can protest any longer he has you underneath him on the couch, unzipping your skirt and pulling it off along with your underwear.

“I know, baby, you were so close. I wanna see how beautiful you are when you fall apart, but I wanna be buried deep inside you when it happens, okay?”

His words make you wetter if that was possible, he quickly fumbles with his pants pulling them down as he hovers back over you once again. He kisses you once more as he pushes himself inside you.

“F-fuck.” you mumble.

“Better than I dreamed, baby girl. So fucking perfect. fuck, gonna fill you up.” he groans as he slowly pushes into you.

“P-please, please,” you beg

“Please what, doll?” he asks, completely stilling his movements, a cocky smirk forming on his face.

“Will you — please — shit — just fuck me! F-fuck me, please!” you cry, thrusting your hips up into his.

“Ask nicely,” he whispers.

Your brows furrow in confusion and you watch as his cocky smirk grows once he sees you piecing it together. His kink.

“Please fuck me, sir.”

He thrusts back into you causing your back to arch off the couch.

“Fucking shit, baby girl. Your walls already clenching me so well. Thought about this before haven’t you?” he teases.

You’re unable to answer, only moan as your hands find his back and scratch down to his ass.

“I take that as a yes, it’s okay, thought about it too. S-so many times, f-fuck.” he continues.

Your coil builds once more as you begin chanting his name.

“That’s right sweet girl, whose making you feel so good?”

“You! Oh my god — y-you, James, I’m s-so close, p-please” you cry.

“Let go, sweets, cum for me, I’m right behind you. Knew I wouldn’t last long in this sweet pussy.” He whispers, pulling back to watch you fall apart.

“God, you’re beautiful like this, f-fuck, you’re fucking made for me. All mine.” He continues his praise.

Your walls clench around him as your coil snaps. He is quick to follow, his warm seed spilling inside of you and then out. You pull him down into your lips as his thrusts slow down to a lazy pace.

“Fucking hell, you’re everything and more, should've done this a lot sooner pretty girl,” he whispers against your lips.

“James -- we -- this can't --,” the words leave your lips but before you can finish he cuts you off with a kiss.

“Shh, it’s okay. We can and we will, yeah? I'm not letting you go anywhere.” He smiles as his hand tucks some of your hair behind your ear.

“But—“

He cuts you off with a kiss. A sweet, reassuring, comfortable kiss.

“Well, you are right about one thing—“ you mumble against his lips

He pulls back from you, brows furrowed as confusion fills his face.

“I don’t think Josh would’ve been able to help you with that." You chuckle as he rolls his eyes and leans down to kiss you again and again and again.

Working from home the past few months had its benefits. You were able to stay in your comfy clothes, take long breaks, and of course, spend plenty of time with your boyfriend. The one downside of working from home is that your lovely man can get bored and lonely... very easily.

He doesn’t have much to distract himself with while you’re working since he has taken some time off from the whole avenging thing. But this week has been extra difficult since you’ve been extremely busy. His patience has begun to run thin and your needy boy is just dying for some attention from you.

You promised him that you’d finish with stuff early today so you two could have the evening to yourselves. He was beyond excited at the thought of having you all to himself, so he went on his daily run with Sam early and to pass the time figuring you’d be done by the time he got back.

He walked back in from his run to find you still on the couch working.

“Doll, I thought you were finishing up early?” He sighs walking over to you.

“I know, baby. I’m almost done, then I’m all yours.” You look up with him smiling.

If you didn’t have to get this brief in by a deadline you would’ve slammed your laptop shut right then and there at the sheer sight of him. Sweaty, shirtless, and oh so hot.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Alright, I’m gonna shower and by the time I’m back down here you better be done,” he says, leaning down and kissing the top of your head.

“Sir yes sir!” You laugh.

He rolls his eyes at you and makes his way towards the shower. You were just about to email your boss the final draft when she called you... and asked you to do one more thing before the weekend.

You agreed, of course, as you were trying to gain a promotion and knew the last thing shouldn’t take too long.

Before you could think of how you were gonna explain this to Bucky he walked in the room, shirtless once again but this time his signature gray sweatpants hanging dangerously low.

“Baby doll...” He says, raising his eyebrows at you realizing you’re still on your laptop.

“Just one more thing B and then I’m done, I promise.” You say with your best puppy eyes.

He audibly groans and walks out of the living room and begins stomping towards the kitchen.

“I’m sorry!” You yell out but no response.

You quickly begin working so you can finish and start your long weekend with Bucky.

15 minutes pass. Then 20. Then 30. Finally, Bucky comes back into the living room and leans against the doorframe, you can feel his eyes on you but you’re in the zone so you don’t speak. He stares at you some more until he realizes you’re ignoring him, which is the last straw for him.

He stalks over towards you and closes your laptop, gaining a gasp and angry look from you.

“Buck. Stop.” You state, opening your laptop.

“Baby, you promised me we would have the evening. This is getting ridiculous, put the laptop away.” You can sense the annoyance in his voice and you give him a sympathetic pout.

“I know baby, I know. I’m so sorry just 10 more minutes okay?” You offer.

“Fine.” He rolls his eyes and plops down beside you on the couch.

You chuckle and open your laptop back up. You begin typing again until your feel a sharp poke to your side.

“Ow! What the hell?” You lower your eyes at him.

He doesn’t say anything, just laughs. You now roll your eyes at him and return to typing...until you met with another poke to the side.

“Bucky!” You squeal, this time his poke tickles you.

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention,” he says nonchalantly as he shrugs his shoulders.

“Oh my god, you’re ridiculous!” You groan as you push him away from you and turn back to typing only to be met, once again, with a poke.

This sends you over the edge. You slam your laptop shut and throw it on the table, and in one swift motion, you straddle Bucky’s lap. You watch as his Adam Apple bobbles up and down.

“Happy now?” You ask, cocking your head at him.

“Not quite.” He smirks.

“Oh?” You question and then grind down against him. Earning a low growl as your core meets his already hard bulge.

“Nah. Try again.” He raises his brows.

You grind against him once more and are quickly pulled from his lap as your back meets the sofa and he hovers over you. He slots a leg between yours and he chuckles as he feels the heat from your core.

“And I thought I was the needy one.” He smirks.

“Shut up.” You groan.

“Or what? I would start watching what you say, doll, you’re wracking up those punishments.” He whispers against your lips.

His hot breath hits your face and you realize how needy you are for him. You lean up to capture his lips but he pulls back, chuckling when you whine.

“Buck, kiss me.” You say.

“Why should I?” He asks.

“Because you’re just as needy as me, baby boy.” You smirk, feeling his hard cock against you as you try to grind up towards him.

“Beg for it.” He smirks.

You clench your jaw as you two stare at each other intensely. You know you’re going to have to give in and it’s only right since you have practically ignored him all week.

“Please.” You whisper.

“Please what, pretty girl? Use your words.”

“Please. Fuck. Me.” You say, emphasizing each word.

He smirks before crashing his lips against yours. He dominates the kiss as his tongue invades your mouth. You moan into the kiss as your hands make their way to his brown curls, trying to pull him further down into you. As he breaks the kiss you watch as his hand slides beneath the waistband of your leggings.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs as his hand slides between your thighs, pressing itself against your soaked panties, “you're soaked baby girl,” he chuckles as he pushes his index finger into your heat.

A low whine falls from your lips, clutching his head in your hands. One, then two of his fingers dipped into your dripping heat, filling your pussy. Your back arched from the couch as Bucky moved to bury his face into your neck. His fingers moved slowly inside you, eliciting low moans.

“Oh fuck, James, fucking fuck!” You chant as he brings you closer and closer towards the edge.

“You like that baby? Missed my fingers inside your sweet pussy?” He teases as he nips at your neck.

You gasp at the sudden feeling of his teeth against your neck and his fingers deep inside you.

“You close baby? Gonna cum for me?” He asks, pulling back and locking his eyes with yours.

“Please, please Buck, please.” You begin to beg, knowing that’s the only way you’re going to reach your high.

Buckys thumb moves through your wet folds, looking for the pleasurable bundle of nerves that will have you crumbling under his fingertips. He's rubbing his hands over you in tight, rapid circles, sending waves of pleasure over you. Your coil is just about to snap when he pulls his fingers from you and sits back.

He watches as your face contorts from pleasure to confusion to anger.

“James!” You yell out as you sit up.

Your chest is still heaving as he grabs your chin in his hand, pulling your face close to his.

“You have work to finish, remember? I’ll be upstairs when you’re done.” He whispers against your lips before standing up and walking out of the living room leaving you unbelievably hot and bothered.

Needless to say, you finished your work within 5 minutes, unsure if you even submitted the right draft to your boss. You also learned your lesson...never make your needy boyfriend wait.