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“What’s this?” You asked, furrowing your brows.

“Just in case.” She shrugged and took her phone from the bed.

“Nat, you know I don’t drink.”

“Well… you might, and if the police arrive, we don’t want any trouble.”

You sighed and placed the ID in your pocket.

“And why are you guys invited to a frat party with juniors and seniors?” You tilted your head.

“Oh, ‘cause Captain America is flirting with her.”

“Captain—what?”

“It’s the captain of the team. He’s a junior, and he’s trying to get Nat in his bed.” Wanda answered, walking to the main door.

Walking to the frat house was the best decision. No one was committed enough not to drink, and they didn’t trust you enough to drive back home after a party.

“So, this Captain.. what’s his name?”

“Steve Rogers,” Ava and Wanda harmonized mockingly.

You giggled, “Keep laughing, Ava. Walker’s gonna be there too.”

“So, you all are just out here having things with older guys?” You furrowed.

“You must see those older guys,” Wanda bit her lip.

“I’m fine not knowing.”

The house was destroyed, completely packed. People drinking in the big front yard, some other fooling around, and lots of girls getting wet through the front yard.

When you finally stepped in, two broad blond men approached.

“Hi, Stevie,” Natasha said, stepping on her toes to greet him with a cheek kiss. You were astonished at seeing her like that.

“And who’s this beautiful lady we have here?” He leaned and kissed you on the cheek. You froze and stuttered.

Wanda said your name before greeting them both in the same way.

“Steve Rogers,” he then slammed the other blond’s chest. “And this is Walker.”

“And why didn’t we know you?” Walker asked curiously.

“I am on a gap year, but not enrolled yet. But I’ll be here next semester.” You smiled, and they both nodded.

Walker handed you all red cups with liquor in them, and you took yours, just not to look embarrassingly shy.

They led you through the party, and almost immediately, Natasha disappeared into the crowd following Steve’s lead. You sat on a couch, knowing exactly what the next steps would be. Wanda and Ava would go around trying to find who to flirt with, and you would be sitting for the next couple of hours.

“Who did you come with?” A raspy voice asked you from behind.

A pair of deep, piercing blue eyes stared at you intently. Reddened lips that you swore felt hard just by the sight.

“I—” You shook your head, trying to clear your mind, “Nat, Ava, and Wanda.”

He nodded and hopped on the couch to sit next to you.

“Bucky,” he extended his hand to greet you.

You said your name and smiled at him.

“You don’t strike me as someone who enjoys this kind of environment.”

“Not really, I’m just trying to fit in a bit.” You shrugged. “And you definitely strike me as the king of all this.”

He laughed fully in his belly.

“Is that so?” You chuckled and felt the heat on your cheeks.

“No. No. Sorry, I didn’t mean it in a bad way.” You furrowed, trying to think of something to say, “And who are you here with?”

“Walker, Rogers, Wilson—I guess we have more in common than you think.”

“Oh.” You murmured, “Sorry, they tossed me here and didn’t even introduce me to anyone or tell me about anything.”

“Didn’t expect you to know me just by sight. Don’t worry.”

He leaned on the couch, his arm resting on the back of it just above your shoulders—the rest of the night was spent with him asking you about anything he could think of.

He was not sure why, but something about you had him all interested, and that was something new even for the rest of his group. Steve would nudge Sam every other minute to make him look at you two. They seemed amazed by the way Bucky was listening to you with real interest—and not that feigned interest he gave to girls he wanted to get in bed.

His blue eyes were always trying to find something new about you. Every detail made him feel more interested

But as the night wore on, the noise and the lights started to take their toll on you. Making you squeeze your eyes every other moment, trying not to look in distress, but your head started to feel heavy on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?” He asked, leaning over you. You tried to nod, but you started to feel dizzy.

“Hey… Let’s do something. This is not me trying to pull something, but do you need a minute out of this disaster?”

You looked up at him. His eyes were sincere; he was pursing his lips, and his hand rested on your forearm, trying to soothe you.

“Oh… I don’t… I don’t want to bother…”

He shook his head, a smile twitching at the corner of his mouth. “Not a bother. I don’t want you to be overwhelmed.”

He stood up and held your hand, guiding you through the crowd to the big backyard the house had. You noticed some couples behind bushes having some endeavors—you got worried and stopped in your tracks; he noticed the sudden stop and turned around to look at you.

“Hey, look at me. I’m not trying anything. We can stay here, or we can go to the back of the backyard—so you can breathe. I only want you to be away from all the noise.”

Sighing, you relaxed your shoulders, “Just to breathe…”

“Just to breathe…” He assured.

When you finally reached the most secluded part of the backyard, he sat on the floor, and you copied him—you were plucking some grass from the floor while he just leaned on his elbows, looking at you.

The silence was relaxing, and his gaze fixed on you helped you to feel less overwhelmed.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You finally locked eyes with him.

“You don’t have to thank me, and don’t worry, we can stay here as long as you need. If they need us, they will find us.”

“I’m sorry you have to be here soothing an anxious girl at the last party of the year.”

He snorted a laugh, “It’s fine… There will be plenty o’ parties the next year… and I hope plenty of that same girl too.”

You smiled and looked at him. “How many girls have heard that one?”

When he was about to answer, a highly drunk Walker approached and almost stumbled into you.

“Buck! C’mon! Sharon’s asking for you!” Walker shouted.

“Fuck’s sake, Walker. Be careful.” Bucky stood up and stopped him by the chest.

You leaned back when both men towered over you. He pushed him to go back to the house and squatted in front of you.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”

“Bucky, I’m not made of glass; I won’t break just because a drunk guy stumbled into me.”

He chuckled, “You kinda look like it,” he stroked your hair, picking one of your braids.

You bit your lip when you noticed his hand roaming through your braided hair.

His eyes fixed on your lip; he leaned closer, his arms caging your sides—he knelt in front of you in the middle of your legs, “I can stop…” He mumbled.

You shook your head, and he smiled. When your lips finally brushed, the hot air coming from his lips made you close your eyes.

“That’s the fucking deal!” Walker shouted from the other side of the garden. You giggled and leaned back to create a distance.

“Fucking Walker…” He grunted.

“It’s okay… I guess that’s what I should expect if we are surrounded by drunk boys all over the place…”

He scoffed a laugh.

“Do you want something to make it even for you?” He tilted his head

You didn’t really want to drink… but rather something inside you wanted something else. Something you couldn’t really name, but you were sure you could ask him for it… He could help you with that.

“Can…” You stuttered, “Can we… go to another place?”

His eyes were full of surprise. “I don’t want to pressure you into anything…”

“I’m the one asking, tho…”

He chuckled and stood up, offering his hand to help you—he held your hand as you two walked toward the house, and you could notice the way his eyes were focused straight ahead. He was not even trying to hide you or to not make it obvious that you were walking toward his dorm.

You could notice a few jealous eyes fixed on you, but you were trying not to pay attention to them. Somehow, Bucky noticed the way your feet got heavier as you walked through the crowd.

“What’s going on?” He mumbled in your ear.

“Are you sure you wanna be seen with me?” You answered back, and he snorted the biggest laugh.

He stopped, and in the middle of the crowd, he cupped your face with his hands and kissed you in front of the crowd. “I couldn’t care less ‘bout what they say.”

He made you walk to his dorm and closed the door as soon as you both got into it. He motioned for you to sit on one of the beds.

“Aren’t you gonna be in trouble for bringing someone to the bedroom?”

He looked at you with a cynical, fed-up stare, and you chuckled. “Just asking.”

After he sat next to you, he towered over you, making you lie down on the bed; his legs made space between your legs, his hands traveled from your ankle to your hips; your breath hitched when his hands found the bare skin exposed above the waistline of your jeans.

He leaned over you and started kissing you; his hands found your skin carefully, caressing every bit of skin that he could grasp. One of his hands found your leg and made you straddle him, and some dog tags hanging from his neck dangled over you. When his bulge found your core, you let out a soft moan that made him want to go feral on you.

Between moves and kisses, both of you were already only in your underwear. He was admiring your naked body, the way your bra cupped your breasts, while every mark in your body made him even more interested in you.

But when you saw him finding a condom on his nightstand, you placed your hands on his chest.

“What?” He looked at you. “Do you want it raw?” He joked.

“No!” You snapped.

“Sorry. No. No. I was joking.” He hurried to keep you calm.

“No, it’s not that… It’s just…”

He furrowed his brow and sat on his legs, creating space between your intimacies.

“I’ve never been with someone…”

“Oh…” His hand caressed your leg, trying to soothe you. “We can stop… I wouldn’t want you to do this if you’re not ready.”

“I really want this…”

He nodded and leaned again. He rubbed his dick against your core. You were grasping his arms, digging your nails in them.

“Can I… take it out?” He asked, looking down at you. Your eyes were focused on those dog tags. “I enlisted at eighteen, I was there for over a year, but my mother begged me to opt out and start college…”

“I… am sorry, I didn’t want to stare at them…”

“Do you like them?” He asked raggedly.

You nodded, still looking at them. He took them out and placed them on your chest. “They look better on you.”

You chuckled. “Can we… skip the weird part where you show yourself off?”

He husked a laugh and nodded, carefully unzipped his jeans and swung free his shaft. It was already leaking, reddened, hard enough to make you nervous.

Natasha always said you needed to stop overthinking and live your life. But, like you always did, you were now overthinking whether this was supposed to happen this way. They were always bragging about their first times with their boyfriends, or in a summer fling… and there you were… doubting if you were ready to do such. He was closing the distance between your intimacies when he noticed how you had dozed off as soon as you saw him—he stopped and put his shaft back in his briefs.

“Hey… Hey…”

You snapped back and retrieved yourself, “I… I need to leave.” You pushed him away and retrieved your clothes. He was trying to ease his breathing and tried to calm you down without making it look like he was pressuring you to stay.

“Wait, I’m sorry! Did I do something wrong?” He tried to stop you.

“No, no, no. I just need to leave.”

You hurried to the door, taking your clothes on your way out, but he stopped you by your wrist. “Wait. I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to make you feel weird or pressured about this…”

“It’s not that… It’s…” You sighed, “I don’t want to do this and be one more on your list, Bucky.”

He nodded and let go of your hand. “I get it… I got quite a reputation… so what about… we just… take things slow and then we see where this heads to?”

You inhaled deeply, “How slow?”

“As slow as you need.”

“And how are we supposed to do that if we are gonna be on summer vacations?”

“That’s part of the slow, isn’t it?”

“Bucky… I don’t want to come back here and find out that you were passed around like a communal blunt.” He put his hands on his chest, feigning offense.

“Fair. But you need to promise me something.”

“Huh? Me? What?” You furrowed. He leaned, towering over you, his lips nudging your ear.

“That you are gonna keep that precious cunt untouched… and you’re gonna wait for me…” Your cheeks heated immediately, and you looked up at him.

He chuckled, “Bucky! You can’t say things like that!”

“C’mon… My dick kissed it… It’s basically mine.” You were sure you were going to die from embarrassment.

“Fine… I’ll… I’ll keep it for you…”

“Can… I… at least give you something to remember me by?”

Your eyebrow knitted in the middle.

“Like what?”

“Can you trust me?” You nodded—he pulled you by your wrist and sat you at the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of you. He made you lie on the bed and unzipped your jeans, kissing his way from your stomach to your inner thighs. He looked again at your panties, “Look at this pretty cunt… I’m gonna miss it…”

“Bucky!” You whimpered, and he chuckled.

You tried to lean on your elbows when you felt his heavy breathing on your core. “And I’m gonna visit you…” He deposited a kiss on your clit. You shivered on his bed. “And we’re gonna spend a nice weekend at the beach…”

He pecked your core and then opened your lips with his tongue, delving at your clit with his wet tongue; your hands landed in his hair, making you moan.

“Bucky…” You whimpered, “Don’t stop…”

His hands gripped the edge of his bed to stop himself from sinking his finger into you. With only the work of his tongue, you were having enough—you had touched yourself. Oh, so many times. But feeling his skilled tongue working its way to your orgasm felt completely brought from heaven. You didn’t even notice when you started to get noisy, whimpering, crying, moaning loudly, while he just lost himself in your taste.

And then, Natasha’s voice came through the door, calling out your name. “Are you here, sweetheart?”

You placed your hands on your mouth. Bucky stopped his action and looked up at you. His chin was covered with your juices. “She’s here… Nat… She’s coming…”

The double meaning in his words made you want to scream.

“Ew. Ew. Ew.” Natasha cried out and walked away.

“Why did you say that?!” You hit him on the shoulder.

“Was I lying?” He chuckled and towered over you, kissing your lips, the taste of you still on his lips. You bit your inner lip.

“Now what?”

“Are you staying at the campus?” You nodded.

“What about you staying with me for the night? I promise I just want to get to know you a little bit more…”

“Just talking?” You asked, wrapping your legs around his waist.

“As much talking as you want…”

He stood up and walked to his wardrobe, taking a shirt from there and handing it to you. “Make yourself at home… If I could keep you all summer, I’d do it…”

You shook your head.

“I don’t want to make myself seem weird… or… but…” You sighed, “Do you really want to make it this serious? I’m okay if you backtrack…”

“I get it… I get it… Bucky Barnes, the football player, professional fuck boy, I know I deserve all that reputation… I earned it… but can you give me the benefit of the doubt?”

And that’s how you ended up with Bucky taking you on dates almost every other weekend in the summer; every time he couldn’t come by, he would send you flowers or call you from wherever his parents had taken him to spend the days. Your mother had basically even fallen in love with him too. He was the first man that had ever come so close to your house for your mother to notice him.

The beginning of syllabus week was hell—and even more when Bucky was at his preseason tournament with Sam, Steve, and John. But he had promised to be back by the second week, and he would ‘make up’ for the lost time of your first week as an official college girl.

After a whole day unpacking your belongings, you had finally decided to wander around the campus. He had given you great details about where to find everything, and you were trying to figure out some more things on your own.

You were roaming through the bookstore trying to find all the materials you would need when you heard some giggling—nothing new—you had encountered so many friend groups that you were already missing Natasha, Ava, and Wanda.

They were on a different schedule from you, which made it difficult to get together.

“So… he’s not here yet?” A blond spoke in the next hallway; you looked through a bookshelf, trying not to look so obvious.

“No, he’s in preseason now. He was being scouted last year, and now everyone’s saying that the Avengers are interested in recruiting him.” A girl answered, and now your curiosity grew bigger since Bucky had been talking nonstop about the Avengers Football Team and how he needed to impress Fury and the rest of the recruiting team to be considered.

“Well, lucky girl, whoever makes Barnes settle down. I’ve heard he’s seeing someone.” You smiled for yourself until the blond interrupted her friend.

“Who? Barnes? Never. He’s probably just fooling around—I have seen him with plenty of girls these two years, to ever believe he’ll take them seriously.”

Your blood ran cold.

“So, that makes it easier for me to ask him for a chance…”

“Yeah… let’s see who’s next on his list.”

You walked out of the bookstore; you were numb—he had asked you for a chance some months ago, and he made sure to make you understand what his intentions were, but… Were you sure you could trust him completely?

You were walking slowly, really trying not to stumble into anyone and to only hide in your room for the rest of the day if it were necessary, but you had never been a lucky person—and Natasha found you on your way home. You didn’t snap as soon as you felt her hand on your ass, the way she always greeted you since you were basically teenagers.

“Girl?” She stopped you by your shoulders, “Hun, are you okay?”

You shook your head.

“Talk to me, what’s going on?”

You didn’t answer; you weren’t even sure how to feel. She rushed you to her dorm while she texted the rest of the girls. They were already waiting for you two at the door of her room; all of them were well aware of the thing you had going on with Bucky.

“What’s going on?” Wanda stroked your hair while they sat you in the bed.

“I heard some girls… at the bookstore.” The three girls nodded. “They were talking ‘bout Bucky.”

“Oh, sweetheart… You gotta understand he’s got his reputation. You’ll be hearing a lot about him on campus…”

“You don’t get it…” You mumbled. “Steve… you don’t have that with Steve…” You looked up at Nat.

“Well… Not really… He’s… was not like that…” She sighed. “But Bucky has changed—he has done things for you that I never saw him doing before.”

“But we were on vacation… he will be back next week; what’s gonna happen when he comes back and realizes he doesn’t want to settle down? Then what? I’d have wasted my summer time with him… or what if after the first time we’re together he just decides he's had enough?”

You were rambling when Nat cupped your cheeks, “He likes you.” She marked every word in her mouth. “He likes you more than anyone he’s ever met.”

Ava knelt in front of you, “Can you just… accept he likes you? He’s all over you; he’s been doing everything that he can to show it to you.”

You knew they were right, but the way they talked about him made you nervous.

“Now, you’re gonna rest, and on Friday you will come to us to the first party, and you will love it. This will be your first college party officially.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Why would I go if Bucky won’t be there?”

“‘Cause you need to make friends in your first week, that’s why.”

The night arrived, and everything kept happening so fast. The girls had made you dance all night, surrounded by them, letting yourself forget, just for one second, all your thoughts about not being enough for Bucky. This, until you saw him on the other side of the house.

Saying he looked handsome was an understatement.

He was wearing an Avengers’ jacket along with the other three. They seemed straight up from a football ad. Your friends tried to seem more careless, but you didn’t have the strength for that—so you ran to the door, but before you could reach him, you saw a girl clinging to his neck.

You stopped in your tracks as you could feel your heart breaking on your chest. Bucky tried to push her away, but she kept hugging him by his neck. Then, he saw you. He finally made her set him free, and he ran to you. You were about to run away, but he pulled you to his chest by your wrist. His calloused hand, warm at the touch, made your knees tremble slightly. His minty scent filled your lungs, reminding you how much you had missed him.

“No. No. You’re not running away.” He tugged you to his chest. “I made these motherfuckers take the last bus to arrive here to see you sooner; you’re not leaving my side now.” His lips found your ear as soon as you were glued to his body.

“You seemed busy…” You rolled your eyes.

His jacket fell from his shoulders just to be tossed on your shoulders carefully. “Are you really talking ‘bout that girl over there?” He scoffed a laugh and pecked your lips. “Those girls don’t stand a chance next to you.”

You twitched a smile. “Really?”

“Of course.” his ear touched your ear once again, “Besides, I ran here because I think someone owes me something…”

Your cheeks felt warm.

“Tonight?” You looked up at him.

“Can wait… I just thought you wanted to make up for the last few weeks we couldn’t see each other.”

You bit your lip.

“Baby, we can wait as much as you need… I don’t care…”

The voices in your head repeated. What if he got tired of waiting? He noticed how hesitant you were.

“Let’s do this… You seemed to be having fun with your girls. What about we let the night decide what our next destination is?”

You nodded slowly.

“Are you sure? I don’t want you to grow tired.” You mumbled. His eyes widened in surprise.

“Who the fu—” He sighed, “What did you hear?”

His hands were now resting on your waist; you could even feel some gazes fixed on you two.

“That… You were just crossing names on your list…” He snorted.

“Same old story… Have I not shown you how much I love you?”

The air grew thicker with his voice in front of you.

“Yes… You have…”

He furrowed, “Now I know what it is… And you know what? Yes… It’s my fault, but I’ll fix it right now.”

Turning around with you still in his arms, and after John tossed a beer his way, he cleared his throat, calling every soul to pay attention to him.

“As you all know, these guys and I have been absent this week.” He smiled, “We are proud to say that as soon as we finish this year, we will be drafted by the Avengers.”

Everyone in the room started to cheer them, high-fiving all of them, and among all the people surrounding you two, he cupped your cheeks and kissed you in front of them all. He didn’t want to just make them believe you were just one more name in the list—he was going to make sure you knew your place.

“And this beautiful girl here… She’ll be my lucky charm for the rest of my life.” He shouted, and his friends started to push him while they celebrated, hugging you, screaming, shouting, pouring beer all over the place from how excited they were.

You spotted the girls from earlier in the week at the bookstore.

They were dead serious. You pulled on Bucky’s jersey, and he looked down at you; your eyes followed them, and he scoffed a laugh.

“You’re looking at the only two girls that I never even batted an eye at….” You shook your head and rolled your eyes.

The night kept going as he held you in his arms with his jacket over your shoulders. He was making sure that everyone saw you were his, and more importantly, he was completely yours. He was not willing to make you feel you were just one more girl on his bed.

When the party was finally cooling down and everyone was starting to say their goodbyes, Bucky looked at you—you were standing in front of him while he sat on the couch, his strong hands holding you by your waist, his chin resting on your stomach.

“Time to take you to your dorm?” Your fingers traced circles in his short hair.

“Oh… I thought…” You mumbled, and he smiled.

“Baby, you’re made of anxiety and fear right now… Everyone could see it… I don’t want you to remember your first time with someone this way…”

You furrowed, your hands gripping his tousled hair.

“But…” You pouted.

“Fuck… don’t do that…” He growled, “You have no idea what it does to me when you pout.”

He pulled you over his lap, making you straddle him.

“Baby… It’s not that I don't want… Fuck… And don’t take my words the wrong way, I love to eat you out till you pass out…” The heat crawled to your cheeks and core at once. “It’s just… I want you to be sure that you really want that… and even more if it’s with me…”

“I really wanna take the next step, Bucky.” His finger tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Really sure?”

“Super sure…”

You knew Steve was not going to be at their dorm. You saw them leaving in the direction of Nat’s dorm. So when you arrived at the disaster of his dorm, and you walked there almost invisible with everyone passing out from how drunk they were, you felt relieved.

He opened the door, and the bedroom was spotless. Nothing compared with the first time you saw it.

“Expecting someone, Barnes?”

He scoffed. “My beautiful girlfriend.”

You widened your eyes.

It was a fact you two were dating, but things were not really… official to that point.

“Oh…” He furrowed, and then his eyes widened too.

He realized.

He had never asked you officially to be his girlfriend. He had planned everything in his mind a hundred times but never really went ahead with it.

He tugged you in his arms, “Baby… I’m so sorry… I got caught up with everything that I never stopped… to think… and you… you just accepted it…”

“Well… You’re my first everything, Bucky… I thought that's how it was supposed to be… You met my mom… we have made out countless times… I thought…” He shook his head hurriedly.

“No. Not for you. This shouldn’t be like this for you… And now… I can’t… I can’t just ask you to have sex when… I’m an idiot who’s not at least capable of asking you to be his girlfriend…”

He tugged you into his chest once again and kissed the crown of your head. Your name fell from his lips softly.

“Do you wanna be my girlfriend? My lucky charm. My baby… My one and only…” He mumbled, and you smiled.

“I thought I was already all that except for the title…” He chuckled.

“Yes, you are all of that… but now I can see why you were so worried…” You pouted, and he growled back at you. "Don't do that... I'm barely holding on by a thread."

"Yes, Bucky... I wanna be all that for you."

He smiled and kissed every piece of skin he could reach as he lifted you and made you straddle him, walking towards his bed.

He put you down and knelt in front of you. He took his jersey off slowly, always looking down at you. You leaned on your elbows and lifted your shirt too while he helped you to get rid of it. Your exposed breasts took all his attention. He had groped them through your clothes multiple times, but having them in front of him was always delightful for him.

He leaned over you and slid down the cup of your bra, exposing your nipple. “Look at it… How much have I missed them…”

Without even thinking, he licked your nipple, grunting and gripping your waist. Your hands tousled his hair and pulled him closer. He then snapped open your bra, and his hands groped your breasts while his thumb circled your nipples. He smiled every time you squirmed under his touch. He started to go down, and you stopped him.

“No oral… Please… I really need you…”

He smiled mischievously, “But I love to do it…”

“You can do it later… I just… really want to feel you…” You cried out.

He scoffed, “You owe me that sweet taste in my mouth.”

Eagerly, he pulled down your skirt until it was not on your body anymore and pulled down your underwear, “I know you said no oral… but I need to make you wet…”

You pinched your eyes closed and nodded. His tongue stripped a line, wetting yourself—then, a finger slid in slowly. He had restrained himself from doing it before since you two had made the promise of not doing anything further than that. When you finally felt his finger sliding in, you mewled out of pure pleasure.

“Bucky…” His finger teased your entrance while his tongue circled your clit, but then he stopped his movements and leaned to find his nightstand and took a rubber from there.

“Wrap it before you tap it…” He mumbled and took the ring out. You leaned on your elbows and helped him to wrap his cock with it—your hands going slowly down. “Oh, baby… These hands are just so perfect…”

He wrapped his hands around yours, stroking his cock, and he started to jerk himself with your hand still under his. He keened at the feeling, resting his forehead on yours. “Bucky…” You whined.

“Tell me, baby… What’s on your mind?” His voice was rough, raspy, full of lust.

“Bucky… I love you…” You said with a throaty voice, your hand still sliding up and down on his cock.

“Fuck… I love you too; you have no idea what you’re doing to me… How much you have changed me.”

He stopped his movements and knelt again, his hand stroking his cock, lining it up to your core. He thrusted slowly first, letting his tip split you open; the burning feeling made you bury your nails in his back, drawing some blood from the scratches.

“Need a minute, baby?” You shook your head; he nodded and thrusted again. Finally, letting half of his cock bury itself inside you. You were mumbling nonsense as he kept his forehead glued to yours. His eyes locked on yours as his breath became erratic and hitched with every thrust.

A tear went down as you felt his thick cock inside you. “This feels so good, Bucky…”

“Want more, sweetheart? You’re doing so good for me…” He praised, and you nodded.

“More… I can handle it…”

“I know you can, sweetheart. You’re such a good girl… just for me… Only mine…” He mumbled, while finally letting himself get lost in the feeling.

His pace grew faster, the sloppy sounds filling the room as the air grew warmer and humid. Your hands found his waist to pull him closer; his hands towered next to your head, and you were now to the point you couldn’t even form coherent sentences. The way it burned as the pleasure grew bigger made you feel completely lost. You could finally understand what your friends meant with a delicious kind of pain. It was this, the way his cock split you open and burned your insides while heat pooled on your pelvis made you feel like nothing made sense until that exact moment.

The knot in your core was growing, making it almost impossible to ignore it. Unintentionally, you started to clench around him; he growled and leaned back his head. “My sweet sweet girl, you’re doing so good.”

“Come in my cock… It is all yours… Make it yours…” He rushed to say you were sure you couldn’t handle more until his fingers found your clit. You squirmed and cried as soon as he touched you, and finally something snapped, and the orgasms washed over you, a warm feeling all over your body, goosebumps crawling through your body. And he was in no better position; the way your body reacted, clenching, writhing under him, crying out, mewling—all of that got him holding by a string.

When warm ropes came from his cock, spurting and filling the condom, he felt over you, his face resting on your breasts, both breathing hitching and erratically going on. Droplets of sweat fell from his forehead directly touching your face. The moment was far from perfect—you couldn’t even find the right words to break the tension.

Some minutes went by, and finally your mind could catch up on the idea.

“Bucky…” He hummed in response. “I love you so much…”

“I love you too, baby… and I’m the happiest man…” He looked up at you, his chin resting on your body. “Thank you for letting me be the first…”

He finally let all his weight fall to his side and nestled you in his arms.

“You are not leaving after this, right?” You mumbled, and you could notice the way he shifted in his position to look at you from above.

“Why would I leave? You got me at your feet.” He sighed and kissed the crown of your head. “Can you… just accept that I love you? I’m not interested in leaving ever… This was just the taste of heaven that I needed to remember I’m completely yours. That you belong to me."

He kissed your temple.

“Now, what about you take a shower and then we can go to sleep? I don’t think Steve will be back for the night.”

“I don’t think I can feel my legs… And I refuse to walk all the way through a hallway full of drunk people to the bathroom.”

He laughed, but then something snapped inside.

“I’m a fuckin’ asshole…” His hands fell in his face.

“What are you even talking about?” You tilted your head in confusion.

“You just had your first time in a fuckin’ frat house in the middle of a party.”

You snorted a laugh. “That didn’t seem to matter the first time… and you probably had taken so many V-cards in this same way before.”

The biggest furrow appeared in his face. “Who do you think I am? I never take innocent girls’ virginities. And certainly not in my dorm.” He sighed, “And in my defense, I didn’t know that was your first time, or not until you were already naked in front of me.”

He sighed and lied down again, making you lie on his chest. “You’ll have to make it up for it, then…”

“Just wait and see…”

Flowers growing in the roadway—in a place where they shouldn’t be growing.

The smell of the small bakery shop he learned it was there after the third time you stayed for the night at his apartment, and you took him there to buy some pastries.

That’s how he found Alpine.

He was walking down the street after a rough session, trying to find a place to buy a coffee that didn’t need more than a ten-word interaction.

A small, gaudy nose came from an alleyway. He didn’t really understand why, but started to walk into it.

Then, he recognized the sound.

It was the whimpering of a cat.

He scrabbled through a dumpster and found it.

A white, almost like snow, furry cat.

“Why the hell are you here?” Bucky muttered as he scooped it into his arms and covered it with his leather jacket to protect it from the icy night breeze.

He scrabbled through the dumpster once again—just to be sure no other kitten was in there. When he didn’t find anything else, he felt some relief.

‘What does a cat eat? —Bucky.’

He barely texted you. He hated it. But he was not sure how to tell you that he had taken a stray kitten.

‘Something to tell me, Sergeant?’

Remember you don’t have to write your name explicitly. I got your number saved.’

‘Cat food. —Bucky.’

One second later, your phone rang again

‘Please.’

He had learned one or two manners from you. He was so used to order and be ordered that it took him a while to realize that not everything had to be rough.

Some hours later, you were at his apartment. He was sitting in front of the kitten—it was sleeping in an old hoodie he had outgrown after he beefed up.

“Did you bring all those things by yourself?” He furrowed his brow as soon as he saw you.

You shrugged, “It’s fine. It’s not even that heavy… And who’s the new tenant?” You asked, putting down the multiple things from the pet store.

“It doesn’t have a name yet. But I found it in an alleyway; it was crying on a dumpster.” His eyes were watery. It broke his heart.

“Do we know what it is?” He shook his head. “Well, they are safe and sound now. We just need to prepare this place for it.” You looked down at the bags.

“What’s all that?”

“Cat food, wet and dry, litter box, blankets, a bed, a carrier…” You started to list the things you have bought.

“Do we need all that?”

“That and more.” You knelt in front of Bucky and petted the cat as she curled down at Bucky’s lap.

“What do I have to do?”

“Honey, we can’t keep it so long without getting her checked, microchipped if you want to keep it, spayed, get her shots…”

He furrowed.

“Microchipped?” His voice was full of confusion.

You spent the whole night explaining what was supposed to happen with the cat, how often he had to clean his litter box, the type of food, the visits to the vet, and then he made you spend a good amount of time trying to find a vet that made him feel comfortable enough to go with them in the next appointment available.

The next day, you were standing up in front of the vet. Bucky placed the carrier on the floor, and the cat sat in front of him on the examination table. “And who’s this beautiful thing?”

“Uh… Alpine…” Bucky mumbled. He had spent the whole morning thinking of names, and after an extensive brainstorm, he came up with that name. ‘It reminds me of snow,’ he said fondly.

“That’s a great name; it fits.” She smiled and started to check it.

“We have a cute female kitten.”

She spent the whole appointment explaining the anatomy, what she needed, and how often you two had to return to vaccinate her.

After that, Bucky became the greatest cat dad you had ever seen. She got vaccinated, spayed, and microchipped; she even got a star on her last appointment to get all her vaccines. Bucky was proud of his daughter, as he called her.

And after she was all set, he spent his nights petting her; she loved to be curled down in your lap, to stay still on Bucky’s shoulder.

Sam even became fond of her; if Bucky wanted to take you out of town and Alpine couldn’t come, she would have a great weekend at Uncle Sam’s. Bucky didn’t play about letting her be alone at the apartment. First of all, he was too anxious for that, and second, the couch wouldn’t appreciate being with her unsupervised.

They would walk around the apartment, Bucky with his furrowed brows like the air had personally offended him, and Alpine? You could swear you were seeing a resting bitch face on her. She was his carbon copy, and you loved to see it. She had become his partner-in-crime.

The problem was that Bucky was overprotective of her. She couldn’t sneeze more than once in a minute before Bucky was already taking her to the vet. He just loved her so much to let her suffer even for a minute.

You never told him he was overreacting—you understood he was protecting something the way he would have liked to be protected.

One morning, you had been crafting in the living room—your coffee mug sat on the center table, and before you could even take a sip, Alpine got the zoomies and started running around; unfortunately, she stumbled against it and fell on the floor.

Bucky rushed to lift you with one smooth movement and even tried to carry Alpine to take both of you away from the shattered glass on the floor, but she was faster than him. Bucky tossed you onto the couch and started to pick up all the pieces. He grumbled through his teeth; it was the third cup she had crashed, and one had been his favorite.

But something happened—Alpine hissed loudly and started limping around—he looked around and noticed a blood stain on the floor that followed her.

He ran to pick her up. You jumped, trying to avoid the glass, and approached both. She had stepped on a piece of glass, and even though it didn’t rip hard, it had injured her.

The trip to the vet was the fastest—you carried her in your arms with a blanket; she was not even crying anymore, but Bucky needed to be sure that she was not going to need a stitch. You were sure you had never seen a cat with a stitch before.

The vet knew Bucky already; she was basically in speed dial—and she knew Bucky didn’t play about Alpine. When you finally arrived at the doctor’s office. She was waiting for you in the waiting area.

She was checking her as Bucky leaned on the other side of the table. He wanted to be close, but not close enough to make the vet feel he didn’t trust her. After some minutes, the vet just cleaned up the wound and explained to Bucky she was completely fine but needed to be more careful.

Bucky felt like losing weight from his shoulders.

“I thought she could…”

“What? Lose a paw?” You snorted at the irony—and Bucky realized. He felt like an idiot. “Don’t worry, James. She’ll be fine. She’s stronger than just a piece of glass.”

“Oh, she got it from her mother.” Bucky looked at you and smiled.

The vet smiled too. She loved seeing you two so worried about Alpine, and even loved more seeing you so in love.

“So, she’ll be fine?” You asked, getting closer.

“Just clean her up once every twelve hours, for the next few days, and her body will do the rest.”

Later that night, she was resting with a bandage on his paw that the vet had to shave, and Bucky chuckled every time he saw her.

“Let her alone, or she won’t let us sleep, Barnes.” You scolded from the kitchen.

“She looks so dumb, and for what?”

“Oh, shut up. You were all worried about her earlier.”

He furrowed his brow and picked her up, lifting her above his head—just to look at her. “Of course I was worried; she can’t get injured—she’s my partner. She can’t opt out of any upcoming mission.”

“You got some mission, soldiers?” You turned around and snorted as soon as you saw him lifting her.

“Very secret mission that you can’t know about.”

“Ts’ not fair. She’s a great secret keeper.”

“That’s how I taught her.”