erina

Things that should be concerning to you, as it was your reception you were late for. But you could not bring yourself to worry about anyone else. Not when your new husband had you pressed against the door of the dressing room where you had been having pre-wedding jitters while being dressed in white satin.

The skirt of your wedding dress was bunched around your hips, the panties that you had carefully picked out for the wedding night was pushed to the side — for not even scandalous lace would stop Bucky from sliding his cock into your waiting cunt and reminding you of one of the reasons you let him slide a ring on your finger.

"C'mon baby, just gimme one before we gotta go out there and I have to share you with the world," Bucky groaned in your ear, delivering a devastating thrust that had the hinges rattling.

A loud knock vibrated through the door, drawing your attention. "Hey!" Sam's voice called a second later. "If y'all are doing what I think you're doing, you have about 30 seconds before there's a riot."

Bucky's head dropped to your shoulder as he buried himself to the hilt. "Just want to spend some time with my wife, he grumbled, adjusting his hold on your thighs.

"Can you just get up on stage and make some trouble? We're…we're kinda busy Wilson." You shouted back, stifling a moan as Bucky moved his lips along your jaw. "Just need…five minutes."

"That's my girl, such a problem solver," Bucky all but growled, drawing his cock out to the tip, and then pushing slowly in.

"Didn't realize the title of Best Man also came with the responsibilities of entertainment, but whatever." Sam's voice drifted away.

"Alright, Mrs. Barnes," Bucky murmured against your lips, once he knew Sam was gone. He navigated a hand through the layers of tulle until his thumb found your clit with precision. "I have five minutes to make you come on my cock, let's see if we can beat our record."

𐙚 After Chirps: I really would like to thank everyone that has taken the time to like, reblog, or comment on my scribbles. It means the world, and I promise I smile like a fool with each one even if I don't respond ❤︎

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//

You’d never admit it but you had a plan. There was only so much viewing a woman could handle. If he wasn’t gonna come to you, you’d make the first move.

Knock, knock, knock.

Bucky’s front door swung open, revealing your hot, awkward neighbor. 

It’d been a few weeks since you bumped into him on his run. Bucky hadn’t stopped watching, he only tried to be more discreet about it. 

He wasn’t sneaky enough to fool you though. If the feeling of eyes on you while in your backyard wasn’t hint enough; the way he avoided you and refused to meet your eye was a huge neon sign – Bucky Barnes, voyeur, stuck in his ways.

“Uh, hi?” Bucky’s eyes shot from your face to the baking tray in your oven mitt covered hands and back to your face. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him in a tight fitting t-shirt and sweats before you spoke, giving him a warm smile.

“Hiya, peeker. I forgot I’m supposed to bake for one now… and I figured we could talk. Can I come in?” 

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain.

“Promise, I don’t biteee,” you sang teasingly. 

Bucky’s eyebrows pulled together skeptically before he stepped aside to let you in, clearing his throat. “Kitchen’s this way.” He nodded to the side, leading the way. He threw a trivet onto the counter for you. 

“Thanks,” you said, setting the steaming hot brownies down, pulling off the mitts.

“Maybe you should wait for them to cool down next time,” Bucky observed as he worked to get coffee started.

“Next time?” You smirked.

“Figure of speech.” He swallowed thickly.

“Uhh huhhh,” you huffed a laugh.

“... and maybe put on some clothes when you’re in your backyard?”

“Oh, you mean at night, when you watch me? But I'm having such a good time.” You grinned. “Aren’t you?”

//

You kiss the tip of him, swollen and blushed and so happy to see you. “Fuck, honey, I can't, not right now”

“You say that but your cock tells me otherwise. He tells me he wants my mouth. My cunt. He wants to be inside me all day” You graze a nail against the sensitive underside and he curses at the feeling.

“You're such a—”

“Slut for you? I am!” You complete his sentence before the words make their way out of him mouth.

“I was gonna say menace. But that works too” He teases and you punish him by wrapping your mouth around his cock.

He moans, fingers tangling in your hair as you bob your head faster. “Baby, I'm—fuck—I’m gonna—” He comes with a choked groan and your name in his mouth.

He pulls you up swiftly, metal palm still resting in your hair as he kissed you fervently before tugging his jeans up and rewearing his misson gear.

You wait until he's done and about to leave before grasping his hand and pulling him back towards you. “You're not leaving until I'm full of you”

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You didn't want to stop, you knew he could be close, but the heat on your car decided to stop working on one of the coldest nights of November .

Maybe kicking it didn't help, — stupid thing. —

The diner looked so warm and inviting, the thought of a cup of coffee with a slice of pie was enough to make you steer into the empty parking lot.

You were so fucking tired.

As you hoped, tables were clear, not a soul in sight except for the cook and the waitress, you made sure you knew where all the exits and entrances were before you went in, tucking your curls into your hoodie. You didn't use to be so paranoid, but when you heard him trying to break into your apartment in the middle of the night, as soon as the sun came out you packed a bag and texted your parents you were visiting.

All your life, safety and comfort was all you knew, so when a handsome stranger payed for your drink in your favorite coffee shop, you smiled back at him; never even thinking that he'd been watching you long before that day.

It wasn't out of nowhere, every Monday morning when you got coffee, he was there, and when you bumped into him for the first time as you left work, you never noticed he placed his AirPods into your bag.

The letters you found in your mailbox, your office, even at the gym weren't even the worst of it, when your dates disappeared after you returned from the bathroom, running out like their life depended on it, or when your landlord stopped asking for rent and always avoided eye contact…

How you let him insert himself into your life like this, was baffling.

After driving for hours, every bone in your body ached, even sitting down on a booth took effort. Despite the obvious lack of upkeep you liked that you could see the pass of time, every nook and cranny held history, the 50s music they played only kept it frozen in time.

For a moment you could breathe again.

As the nice waitress carefully sets your order on the table, you smile for the first time in what felt like forever, you didn't waste a second to dig into your pie, as soon as you did you almost chocked; the memory of his hand tracing the back of your neck invaded your thoughts, how despite his rough and calloused touch, he was gentle… even sweet.

It felt so real, and when your back shivered you realized you weren't relieving a memory, he was behind you.

"You're such a sweet tooth" He grinned, showing them pearly white; endeared by the big dollop of whip cream on top of your apple pie. You thought he would be angry with you, but he was genuinely happy to see you, your heart did this weird thing in response.

It dawned on you, maybe you didn't run away because he scared you… maybe you ran because it scared you just how easy you were willing to fall into his arms.

Reading you like a book, Bucky had this knowing look in his eyes, he offered you his hand like he was certain you would take it, the dimming light of the diner made him look almost angelic…

//

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Bucky cursed. Groaning to himself, he stopped for the midnight sight at his bedroom window.

New neighbors could be tough but Bucky considered himself a reasonable man. Reasonable enough to know he shouldn’t be hesitating to pull his curtain closed, give you your privacy for… whatever the hell it was you were doing. Only he couldn’t make himself move.

He vaguely recalled his phone conversation with Sam.

“No, Sam, it’s ridiculous, she sits on the grass, in this circle of candles at midnight… And when I look out my window, she’s just there…” Bucky gulped, remembering your hardened nipples, “... butt naked. I mean, fuck, isn’t it too cold to–” 

“Must be the season of the witch,” Sam replied, barely containing his laughter.

“Remind me why I tell you anything at all?”

“Uhhh, cause you need my help.”

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, you do. You’ve got the hots for your neighbor and you want someone to tell you to go over there.”

Yeah, fine. You were weird and hot, but Bucky couldn’t look you in the eye, let alone hold a conversation, knowing how hard you got him.

Bucky snapped out of his trance when you suddenly opened your eyes, waved and winked at him. He all but threw himself onto the floor, snatching the curtain to close it. He dragged his hand down his face. Dammit.

Exactly two pitiful days passed before Bucky bumped into you on a run.

“Bucky, right?” You grinned. He hoped you didn’t recognize him as your neighbor.

“Yeah, uh–” he gulped, nodding. 

You gave him a once over before introducing yourself.

“Nice to meet you.” Bucky offered politely.

“Yeah, nice to–” You cut yourself off with a laugh. “You know what? See ya around, peeker.” You smirked before walking off.

Fuck.

//

“There are several retreat routes…,” your voice suddenly takes a higher pitch and you choke as his fingers brush higher, teasing the edge of your panties. 

Fuck, wearing a skirt to the breefing was definitely a mistake. 

You glance at him with a pleading face. The smug look he gives you makes your hand itch to smack him if only the whole team wouldn’t be here to witness it.  

You grab a scrap of paper, scribble something and slide it toward him.

Stop!

Bucky reads, writes something back and flicks the note your way. 

But I'm having such a good time.

The video call has just started as you slip inside the small meeting room. Bucky raises his eyes from the screen and waves dismissingly.

You almost turn around to leave but then stop suddenly. There is just a moment of hesitation before you drop to your knees and crawl under the desk. 

“It’s not really about the copyright, Sam, isn’t it…,” Bucky’s voice suddenly fades into a sharp gasp as you settle between his spread thighs and unzip his pants. 

You smile wickedly as Bucky’s metal hand grips the armrest. He’s already half-hard when you pull him free. 

“Stop it,” he hisses under his breath, muting his mic for half a second.

You look up at him through your lashes.