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Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)
Chapter Summary: Reader moves into her new place thanks to Bucky.
The Ultimate Risk Masterlist
A/N: Sorry it’s been a very long time since I updated this series. I had major writers block with this. I hope y’all are still around for this update.
A/N 2: Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for the header & beta reading this for me.
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You stir from your sleep to feel warm, gentle kisses across your shoulder and on your neck. You let out a whine as your brain tries to remember where you are and you hear a faint whisper in your ear telling you it's time to get up. You slowly open your eyes, remembering that you’re at Bucky’s place and a smile forms on your face as you feel his lips move across your skin.
“There she is. Good morning, sweetheart.” Bucky leans over you and gently kisses your lips. “Did you sleep well?”
You hum for a second. “In between you going down on me throughout the night, I will say yes, I did.”
Bucky chuckles. “I couldn’t help myself. You taste delicious, I could eat you out every day of the week if I had it my way.”
You giggle against the pillow. “Bucky. You’re just saying that to be funny.”
His lips come closer to your ear and whisper, “Do I need to show you again?”
“No!” You start laughing as Bucky pouts. “As much as that sounds tempting, I need a shower and to get something to eat.” Your stomach begins to growl a little.
“That’s fine, sweetheart. Let’s shower and then grab breakfast.”
Who are you to argue with showering with this handsome man?
Both of you end up showering in the warmth of the water and sure enough, Bucky goes down on you again. You can’t believe how much this man wants to consume you. Just the thought of it makes you blush. If he’s like this with oral, how’s he going to be when you have sex?
After showering and changing into fresh clothes from your closet in the spare bedroom, you head to the kitchen, where you find Bucky making eggs. He’s lightly cussing under his breath as he tries to make breakfast and seeing that he needs help, you walk up to him and kiss his cheek.
“Anything I can do to help?” you ask.
“Can you cook eggs?” he enquires.
“That I can,” you confirm with a smile before switching places and starting over from scratch. Whatever he was attempting to make can’t be salvaged, but what he can do right is toast and coffee. The pair of you chat as you cook and in no time it’s ready. You each take a place at the bar on the other end of the counter and start eating in peace. You notice that as you eat, Bucky keeps stealing glances at you. It’s like he’s storing this morning in his memory. When you both finish, you place the plates and cups in the dishwasher before Bucky leans into you and kisses your forehead.
“Thank you for cooking breakfast, beautiful. Now, are you ready to go back to your apartment and start packing? The house is ready for you to move into anytime.”
“I’m so excited to move out of the apartment and into a new home. The first thing I’m going to do once I’m settled is paint again. I have so many creative ideas flowing through my head,” you proudly say.
Bucky smiles back at you. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Now, let’s go meet the men I hired to help pack your place and move it for you. I’ve used them before and they are professional and trustworthy.”
You both grab your things and head to the garage to start the journey back to your place.
As promised, once at your apartment, Bucky and you meet with the movers. They’ll be helping you pack your tiny apartment for the next week while Bucky’s at work. Time seems to pass quickly over the next few days. With the packers boxing everything up, you deal with taking your paintings off the wall, carefully wrapping each one for transport.
Bucky shows up after work each day, just as promised, to help you with whatever you need. You’re truly thankful for all the help you receive and in no time, Saturday arrives. You’re excited about moving this weekend and finally having a home all to yourself, all thanks to your sugar daddy. Without Bucky, none of this would be possible, as you were just scraping by in life as a student and artist.
The movers and Bucky show up at eight in the morning, ready to transport your belongings. While you and Bucky put your paintings in your SUV, the movers load all the boxes into their truck. Things go smoothly, and by eleven, the vehicles are filled and the apartment is empty. You return your keys to the landlord and head out in your SUV to go to your new home.
You follow behind Bucky’s SUV to your new place. You’re excited for this next step and to see what the future will hold for you. So far, you’re enjoying your life as Bucky’s sugar baby. He’s definitely giving you not only the resources to succeed, but also the love and affection you crave as well. This relationship is so vastly different to others you’ve had in the past, but it’s also so exciting.
When you arrive, you skip over to Bucky, who’s grinning at the way you’re jingling the keys.
“It’s all yours, babygirl,” he says before kissing you gently on the lips.
You run, giggling, up to the front door and open it, allowing the movers to start bringing in your furniture and boxes. It takes them a couple of hours to place everything where you want it while you and Bucky bring in your paintings and place them in the rooms where you’ll hang them.
While Bucky says goodbye to the movers, shaking their hands, you look around your living room, taking it all in. It’s so beautiful that it almost didn’t feel real. A new home, a new vehicle, and a hot sugar daddy that you were in a relationship with. Was this a dream?
The sound of the door shutting signalled Bucky joining you. “How are you feeling now that your stuff is moved in?”
You turn to look at him and grin. “Honestly, excited, overwhelmed, relieved. Take your pick. I just can’t believe this is happening to me.”
“Believe it, sweetheart. This is happening and I’ll continue to spoil you every chance that I get.”
“You know you don’t have to.” You wrap your arms around yourself.
He walks over to you and cups your cheeks before kissing you. “You deserve to be spoiled. So let me.”
You jokingly huff at him and raise your hands in surrender. “Fine. Spoil away.”
“Now that is what I like to hear. Second only to you moaning my name in pleasure.”
You feel the heat in your cheeks and sheepishly look away for a moment before you make eye contact with him again.
“Bucky…”
“I’m teasing you, darling. I love seeing you all shy when we both know you’re anything but that.” His thumb runs across your bottom lip and you part your lips, allowing him to push the tip in. You slowly suck on it and swirl your tongue, making Bucky inhale a quick breath and pull his thumb out. His eyes are dilated and it’s like he is staring into your soul.
“Want to go upstairs and fool around?” you ask shyly.
“Prinţesă, more than you know.” Bucky gives you a big grin and wiggles his eyebrows.
You hold out your hand and he takes it instantly, letting you lead the way upstairs to the master bedroom. He follows you into the room and you circle him seductively. You push him toward the bed and make him sit down. Bucky grabs a pillow and places it in front of him so you have something to kneel on.
You kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. Your eyes remain on his as you tug on both them and his underwear, and Bucky lifts his hips, letting you pull them down. His cock is already hard and leaking precum from the tip.
Keeping eye contact, you lick your lips before you take the tip of him into your mouth. You lick the precum from him and he lets out a shuddering breath. You slowly take him into your mouth and then all the way to the back of your throat. You pull back just as gently as you tease him. Pulling off him, you lick the large vein under his cock before taking him back in.
Bucky is panting as you work him over slowly but surely. You love the control you have over him as he watches you take him apart piece by piece. Finally, you decide to have mercy on him and start bobbing your head up and down his cock. Your right hand is holding him at the base while your left hand starts playing with his balls. All while you keep taking him in your throat.
His groans of pleasure tell you that he’s not going to last much longer.
“Sweetheart, I’m close. You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”
You hum around his cock as he lightly grabs you by the hair and starts fucking your mouth. He’s not violent, but he easily takes back the control you thought you had. His cock is steady in and out of your mouth, every once in a while plunging down your throat. A couple more thrusts and he’s cumming, and you swallow every last drop as he grunts out your name.
When you pull off, it’s with a pop and lick your lips. Your eyes are watery, the streaks of tears down your face and Bucky looks at you with a smile. Carefully he wipes the tears away for you with his left hand, his right caressing your face.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. You spoiled me just now, so be a good girl and climb on the bed so I can feast on my pussy. I want to make you feel good.”
Bucky stands up and tucks himself back into his pants.
“Your pussy?” you smirk at him
He offers you a hand and helps you stand up. You stand nearly face-to-face with him as he grins back down at you. “Yes, my pussy.”
A chill runs down your body as you kick off your sneakers and peel your leggings and underwear down your legs before you clamber onto the bed. You watch how his gaze never leaves your body. How he looks like he is going to devour you whole and lord, maybe he will. You know full well that this is something he enjoys doing and is an expert at. You lie on your back and you watch him crawl up the bed to lie on his stomach between your thighs, his face right where you need him.
Bucky’s lips travel across your thighs as he slowly kisses his way to their destination between your legs. Pushing your thighs further apart, Bucky descends on you and licks a stripe up your pussy. He does it again, this time licking and nibbling his way to your clit. You purr out his name and then begin to shiver as he starts to eat you out, his soft beard tickling you in all the right places. Every lick, every suckle on your clit, makes you a moaning mess and you grind down on Bucky’s face as he hums his approval.
He adds two fingers into your tight, wet pussy, fingering you as he continues to play with your clit with his mouth. His fingers curl with every breathy moan you make, and as you beg for more, his fingers speed up, hitting your sweet spot over and over.
“Ohmygod, yes! Bucky please… I need to cum,” you beg him.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be good for me and cum for me now,” he growls at you.
With a crook of his fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you scream his name, cumming hard Bucky hums in delight as he licks you clean, making sure he leaves nothing behind. He crawls back up your body and kisses you passionately on the lips. You taste yourself as he does and groan your appreciation. Your man makes sure you want for nothing. If eating pussy was an art form, then Bucky has mastered it. You can’t help but wonder how it will be once he finally makes love to you. The thought makes you wet again, but you try to brush it from your mind before you get too carried away.
Bucky smiles at you, his eyes crinkle as he takes in your sated form. “How are you feeling, darling?”
You let out a soft sigh. “Like I’m floating on cloud nine and never want to come down again.”
Bucky chuckles at how relaxed and serene you’re. He wants to always make you feel this way and can’t wait to have you in his bed so he can finally take you apart properly.
“Well, let’s get you changed and get you something to eat. You need some nourishment after that.” He gives you a cheeky grin and you let out a full belly laugh.
“Yes, sir,” you say and salute him.
Bucky stares at you and licks his lips. “Sir? I kinda like the sound of that. Now, no more distractions.”
He helps you sit up in bed and hands you your clothes to put back on. Once you’re redressed it was two thirty in the afternoon, you walk hand in hand downstairs discussing what you're going to order from the local sandwich shop a couple of blocks away. It doesn’t take long to get there and back and you set the dining table while Bucky plates up the food.
You talk about starting to paint again once you get settled in, and how you’re going to unpack over the next week so that way you can start to focus on the things you enjoy. You’re especially looking forward to being able to go to more fancy dinners with Bucky now that you're done with the semester.
Bucky smiles at you as you talk, until he suddenly remembers something. “There’ll be another event next weekend that I forgot to tell you about. I hope you're not mad that it slipped my mind. I was very busy with meetings all week.”
You smile back at him. “No, that’s fine. Isn’t that what this is all about? Me being flexible with my schedule so I can attend these dinner dates. It’s wide open just for you.”
“I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He reaches across the table and grabs your hand gently. His thumb runs across your knuckles. Twisting your wrist round, your fingers graze against his and you both chuckle.
After lunch it was around three thirty and time to get the bedroom set up so later all you had to do was shower and climb into bed. Luckily, there wasn’t too much to unpack in there and Bucky hung up your clothes while you rifled through boxes and put things on the built-in bookcases that were situated throughout the house. After spending a few hours in the bedroom, you move onto the room you’ve decided will be your art studio. Setting up and adjusting your easel and then organising all your paints and brushes take another couple of hours and by dinner time, you’re both exhausted as the time shows eight in the evening.
You end up ordering a pizza to be delivered and by the time it arrives, Bucky has finished setting up the TV in the living room. It’s nice to relax on the couch and eat while watching a comedy show. When you’re done eating, you both cleaned up and you can see that Bucky is hesitant about what to do next.
“Hey, if you want, you can stay over tonight. It will help me ease into this new house living situation.” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt and watch Bucky offer a huge smile.
“Yeah, that would be great. I had an overnight bag packed in my SUV just in case – let me go grab it.”
He returns in the blink of an eye, locking the door behind him and you both make your way upstairs to the shower. Under the hot spray of the shower you wash the other, but also take the opportunity to get frisky. You trace the tattoos that snake up and down his arms as you wash him and try to work out what they all mean. By the time you step out you’re both clean and tired.
Cuddling up in the middle of the bed together, you lie with your head on his chest while his hand softly rubs down your arm. It’s nice having Bucky over in your new place and you hope there’ll be more nights like this in your future.
“So,” Bucky drawls, gaining your attention, “remember me telling you the other day that I was going to plan a getaway somewhere tropical for us?”
“Yeah, I do. Why?” you ask curiously.
“After next weekend, when we get done with the dinner event, I’ll be whisking you away to a private island. We’ll have my private waitstaff and chef to run the place, but other than them, it’ll be just us. We won’t have to worry about having our privacy interrupted so we can do whatever it is that you want. Swimming, snorkeling, or if you want to do nothing, we can do that as well.”
You squeal in excitement and hug him close. “I’m so excited. I’ve never been out of the country before. I mean, I have my passport, but I never thought I’d be using it. I don’t even know what to pack.”
Bucky chuckles. “Light clothing, bathing suits, hell, I would say pack nothing, but then I don’t like the idea of other men seeing you naked.”
“Jealous type?” You giggle as he looks down at you with a gleam in his eyes.
“When it comes to my naked girl, heck yeah, I am. No one gets to see your sexy body but me.”
You both laugh at his response and he winks at you, continuing his thought.
“But if we’re being serious, I have nothing to be jealous of. You’ve chosen me and come home to me at night, whether it’s your place or mine. I’m happy with you and I hope you feel the same way.” Bucky caresses your cheek as he looks into your eyes.
“I do feel the same way about you. I’m so happy when I’m with you. You make me feel very spoiled.” You snuggle closer to him, thinking of everything he has already done for you. For a moment, you both stare in silence and gaze into each other's eyes. It's like time stands still and you’re the only two people that exist in the world.
“As I said before,” he says, stroking your face with the back of his hand, “that’s my job. I‘ll always take care of you. Now let’s relax and get some sleep. We’ll talk more about the vacation tomorrow. Sleep well, sweetheart.”
You yawn big before whispering, “Sleep well, Bucky.”
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Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)
The Ultimate Risk Masterlist
A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo
Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)
A/N 2: Thank you to my beta writers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @gremlin-girly. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.
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The next morning you woke up with a smile on your face. You couldn’t believe the night you had with Bucky going out and dressing up. Him getting you a new place to live and to top it off, a brand new car. Things like this don’t happen to people like you but here you were; being spoiled by a billionaire.
It didn’t help that Bucky was handsome. Although he was ten years older, the age gap didn't bother you. You loved the touch of gray in his dark hair and the specks in his beard. The salt-and-pepper look made him look more desirable. Wait, did you just think of him being desirable? Ugh, get it together. You were friends, not lovers. But a small part of you began to wonder; what if you became something more than friends?
The sudden ache between your legs made you squeeze your thighs together hopelessly, trying to relieve it. The things you would let him do to you... You shake your head pushing the thoughts away with a huff of frustration, forcing yourself out of your bed to take a shower, washing away all horny thoughts to get ready for schoolwork.
Once you were showered and dressed you grabbed your laptop. You climbed back into bed and started up the laptop. Looking at your phone, you see a missed text message.
Bucky: Good morning, sweetheart. I hope you slept well. I will be in a meeting today and was wondering if I could stop by later? Let me know.
You smile at his text, trying to contain your excitement as you hurriedly type back.
You: Hi Bucky, sorry I missed your text. I slept great last night and I’m getting ready for schoolwork as we speak. You can stop by whenever you want. Can’t wait to see you later. 😘
You logged onto the school website and started to start working on the end of semester class work. There were two weeks left and now was the time to hunker down to get work done. Hopefully Bucky would understand that this needed to be done.
Then, at the end of the semester, you were going to be moving into that beautiful house owned by Steve. You weren’t sure how you were going to pull everything off. All you did know is you would have more free time to spend with Bucky.
Bucky sat at the conference table in silence. You just wrote back to him and he smirked at your text. You couldn’t wait to see him later and you sent a kiss emoji. That made his stomach flip-flop for a second in excitement. He couldn’t wait to see you later as well.
Last night was amazing. He loved seeing you dressed up and beaming the whole time. He thought he'd maybe gone too far with that kiss to your shoulder but if anything you seemed fine with it, if not just as excited as him. You had managed to mesmerize him in every way; even on the days you were dressed down. There was just something about you that begged for adoration; and Bucky was more than willing to give it.
He knew you were going to be busy the next two weeks with school but gosh if he didn't find an attractive, intelligent woman who was set on creating her own path... and he loved that about you. He loved how hard you were working to fulfill your own goals. Create something more for yourself.
Bucky would plan his time with you around your schedule. Then, once the semester was over, he was thinking of taking you on a little getaway. He figured you both would need it. As his mind thinks of you, T’Challa’s voice interrupts his thoughts.
“I’m sorry, what were you saying?” Bucky asks his friend.
"You have her on your mind." T'Challa smirks knowingly at Bucky.
"I-" Bucky begins to protest but T'Challa continues.
"Are you about to tell me my presentation is making you smile like that? You're so happy with this year's projections that you're making goo-goo eyes at your phone?" T'Challa raises an eyebrow and Bucky shrinks in his seat. "I can always come back later to run the presentation by you. When you're less DISTRACTED."
“No, that won’t be necessary. You have my full attention now.” Bucky places his phone in his suit pocket and focuses on the presentation.
It was late afternoon by the time you finished your first draft, got through some other bits and pieces, and are now giving yourself a well-deserved break. You’ve never been this productive before you met Bucky. Suddenly, you got a text from an unknown number.
Unknown: I heard you were the belle of the charity ball last night. I was told your old man kept you close. Tell me, what is a pathetic whore like yourself hanging around the city’s most eligible bachelor?
You: I don’t know who you are but I’m not a whore. Now kindly fuck off. 🖕🏻
You are angry and confused by the text message you have gotten from this unknown person. Who would want to send this type of message to you?
Unknown: Now, now. That’s no way to speak to someone who is holding all the cards. Bet the tabloids would love to hear how you're whoring yourself out for money.
You: Again I’m not whoring myself out for money. Bucky is a friend. I don’t know who you are but I’m blocking you. Fuck off asshole.
Quickly you hit the block button before they could respond. You stuffed your phone under a pillow. Your breathing is erratic as you struggle to calm yourself down. Tears swarm your eyes as you try to count to ten to get your anxiety to calm down. Who would be so vile to write something like that to you? It’s not like you had any friends or family who knew of your arrangement. It was an arrangement between you and Bucky; only you both knew about it, right? Wait... his banker and attorney both know. So did Steve. What if they told someone about your arrangement? Had Bucky elaborated to any of them? Sam would have to keep his client intelligent stum, but Tony and Steve you couldn't be certain. Although, you didn't see Steve as the tattling type; ESPECIALLY when you were going to be renting his home.
Regardless, the situation was that SOMEONE knew, and your breathing became more and more erratic as you became trapped in your own head. You barely heard the knock at the door.
You gasped and wheezed as you tried to ignore the knocking. Finally, on a third knock you heard, “Sweetheart, it’s me open up.” Dashing out of bed you flung the door open and threw yourself at Bucky. He started to chuckle until he took in your features. “Sweetheart, talk to me.” When you shook your head he immediately picked you up and kicked the door shut behind him.
He walked over to your couch and held you in his arms as he sat. Bucky started doing breathing exercises with you until you got your breathing under control. You clung to his suit as if your life depended on it. He held you for several minutes in silence as he rubbed your back. Finally, after a little bit, you sat up straight and wiped your eyes.
“Sorry, I had a panic attack on you.” You whispered, looking anywhere but at him.
“Don’t be sorry sweetheart. Something obviously worked you up in a panic. Would you like to talk about it?” Bucky said softly.
"I had texts from an unknown number." You say quietly.
“Show them to me.”
You got off his lap and went to your bedroom where you grabbed your phone from under a pillow. Walking back out to him you held it out for him to take and then took a seat next to him. Bucky was staring at the set of text messages from this unknown number. He read the texts and soon his blood was boiling.
Who in their right mind would text you saying such vile things to you? What did this person mean they were holding all the cards? Whoever this was, Bucky was going to use all his resources to find this person. What he wouldn’t give to have a conversation with them and set them straight after making his sweetheart cry.
Bucky set the phone down on the coffee table and held his arms open for you. Slowly, you made your way into his arms again and held onto him.
“You listen to me, sweetheart. You did the right thing by blocking the number. Whoever that was has no life and was just trying to scare you. You haven’t done anything wrong. Do you understand?”
Bucky looks into your eyes to see if you understand him and you nod your head.
“We both know you’re not what they called you. This is a pure relationship with no expectations involved. You’re kind and deserve better than what was written to you. For now, push that out of your mind. You need to be able to focus on school these next two weeks.” Bucky insisted as he continued to hold you.
“Thank you, Bucky. Thank you for understanding and comforting me. This means a lot to me.”
“Don’t you worry about a thing I will protect you. Now, I know you probably haven’t eaten much today so let’s order food and relax for the evening.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
Bucky took his suit jacket off and draped it over a chair. As usual, he rolls up his sleeves and reveals his many tattoos on his arms. He orders some sandwiches from a local Italian place not far from you and as you wait for them to be delivered, Bucky rests his left arm around your shoulders while you watch TV. His hand rubs up and down your upper arm making you want to snuggle closer, and you do, inhaling his delicious aftershave.
Your fingers play with his right hand for a moment and he watches as you bring his hand to your mouth slowly. Bucky sucks in a quiet breath as you tentatively kiss his knuckles, one by one.
“What are you doing pretty girl?” Bucky murmurs, dark blue eyes wide with disbelief as you smile up at him.
“Doing what you do all the time. You kiss my hand a lot and I’m returning the favor.” You say nonchalantly.
“Is that so?”
You giggle, “Yeah.”
Bucky pulls you into his lap with you straddling him. What he wouldn’t give to kiss you right now. He promised himself that if anything you would be the one that had to instigate it first. He was a gentleman after all and this was supposed to be just a companionship.
You stared down at him and couldn’t help the way you were feeling at this moment. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him as a thank you for everything, for how supportive he had been. But as you leaned down and he leaned up, the moment was ruined by a loud knock at the door. You both jumped and hesitantly laughed.
You got off his lap as Bucky went to the door to pay. The moment was ruined. Any hope you had of kissing him tonight was gone.
You sighed as you went to the kitchen to get plates for you both. Placing your food on it you took your food into the living room followed by Bucky. The both of you talked and ate as you watched TV. The conversation was laid back and Bucky made you laugh at some jokes. Everything was going great as the hours passed.
You were both lying down on the couch side by side snuggled together with the TV playing on low volume. Bucky’s arm was wrapped around your waist holding you close to him. You started to slowly close your eyes as you relaxed into him. Never had you felt more relaxed or safe than you did at this moment.
Bucky could feel your body relaxing more and by the time he knew it you were softly sleeping. Your breathing was even and your body was pressed close. He let you be for the next thirty minutes just letting you get some rest. He smiled knowing this is what he wanted in the future. You lying in his arms without a care in the world.
Bucky knew you would be more comfortable in bed so he kissed your shoulder and whispered into your ear. “Sweetheart, it’s time to go to bed.”
You groaned out a huff making him chuckle. You were definitely cute when you slept. Getting out from behind you, careful not to disturb you, he scooped you up in his arms and carried you to bed.
Quietly, he made his way to the bedroom and laid you down on the bed. As soon as he let you go you woke up.
Looking up, you smiled at him. “Did I really fall asleep on you?”
Bucky nodded. “Yeah, you did about thirty minutes ago. I didn’t want to disturb you cause you looked so comfortable in my arms. I figured I would bring you to bed so you could sleep.”
You sit up and stretch your arms. “I appreciate it, Bucky. Let me walk you to the door so you can get home to your bed. I mean… unless you want to spend the night?”
Bucky smirked at your offer and blushed. His stomach did flips just at the thought of it. For now, it could wait. “I’m going to head home as I have an early morning ahead of me. Maybe next time though?” Bucky looks hopeful.
That made you grin. “Yes, next time would be great.”
Bucky walked to the chair to grab his suit jacket and then headed towards the door. You were following him and when he stopped he kissed your forehead.
“I‘ll see you later, sweetheart.”
“Bye Bucky.”
The door opened and closed leaving you sighing against the door. There was no denying that there were sparks between you. Though, who would make the first move again you thought? After locking the door you head to your bedroom to change and climb into bed.
Bucky arrived home and put his keys on the table near the door. He headed to the bedroom to shower. Stepping into the hot shower, Bucky starts to replay the events of the evening.
He thinks about how close you were tonight and how you let him hold you. It’s been years since Bucky held someone in his arms and felt something for them. He didn’t want to let you go but knew you had a long couple of weeks ahead of you preparing for finals.
Then his mind wanders about the kiss that almost happened. You straddling his legs as you leaned in to kiss him. What he wouldn’t give to feel your lips against his. He would devour you and taste every part of you. Curse that delivery guy for showing up when he did.
He turned the shower off and grabbed a towel. Bucky was still counting down the weeks until your finals were done. Then he would move you into your new place and whisk you away on a tropical vacation.
Bucky hung the towel up after drying off and grabbed a pair of boxer briefs to pull on. Crawling into bed he thinks of what it would be like to sleep next to you. He did say that next time he would stay. That brought a smile to his face as he shuts the bedside lamp off and falls asleep thinking about the vacation he will take you on.
The next several days seem to fly by quickly. Between studying, papers, and exams you had no free time during the day. Bucky would stop by in the evenings bringing food with him so you could eat. He saw how much the stress was weighing on you and did his best to get you to relax.
The week of finals started and you were taking exams every day except for Friday. When Friday came around you slept the day away trying to get the much needed rest you deserved. You couldn’t believe you were done with the semester and you had the summer off. This left your calendar open for Bucky.
Around two in the afternoon, Bucky ended up texting you. You grabbed the phone to read the text.
Bucky: Hey sweetheart. Just checking in on you. Was wondering if you wanted to come to my place tonight and I’ll cook you dinner? Let me know how you’re feeling.
You: Hi Bucky. I’m actually doing good. Slept late today but totally needed it. I would love to come over tonight. I can’t believe you cook! Can’t wait to see you. Just give me a time and I’ll be there.
Bucky: How does 5 pm sound? I’m getting out early but need to stop by the store.
You: Sounds great. Do you want me to bring anything?
Bucky: Just yourself 😉
You: See you in a little bit 😘
You grin at the phone and giggle. He makes you feel special at times like this.
Climbing out of bed you got into the shower and got ready for your night ahead. You went through your normal routine of drying your hair and applied light makeup. Going to your closet you pull out a white dress with yellow flowers on it.
Modeling in your mirror you were satisfied with how you look. You looked at the time and saw it was just after three. You had plenty of time to grab a book and read. It was one of your favorite series’ that had both thriller themes and smut sprinkled throughout.
You were at a particular part where the guy was confessing his feelings to the reader. You sigh at the romantic words on the paper and you hoped you would be in that situation one day. You wanted to be loved just like this character does.
You ended up reading several chapters by the time it was ready for you to leave. Putting the book down you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys then headed for the door. Making your way outside you climbed into your BMW and headed to his place.
The drive was five minutes longer due to traffic but you arrived at his place parking next to his Escalade. Getting out of the BMW you made your way to the elevator. Once inside you hit the button to his floor. You hum as it takes you to the top floor. When you arrive you ring his doorbell and wait for him to open the door.
A minute passes before the door opens and there stands Bucky grinning at you. He’s wearing a dark blue pair of jeans and a maroon Henley.
His eyes sweep over you taking in your dress. “God sweetheart, you look gorgeous. Please come inside.” He motions with his arm for you to walk by.
Noticing he is barefoot, you kick your sandals off at the door. He walks into his kitchen with you following and he pulls out a chair at the bar for you.
“Would you like some wine?” Bucky asks.
“Yes, I will take a glass please.” You could use one after your week.
Bucky pours you both a glass of white wine and hands you the wine glass. “To good grades and time off.”
“Cheers.” You both clink the glasses together and take a sip.
“Well, I guess it’s time to show you my limited cooking skills.” Bucky chuckles as he starts to take the ingredients out and place them on the counter in front of him.
He rolls his sleeves up to his elbows and gets to work. He chops vegetables up and places them in a pan. You watch in awe as you sit back and sip your wine, watching him flourish a bottle of something and hearing a sizzle in the pan. Now and then he sneaks a peek at you and smiles.
“So I was wondering, after we get you moved into the house, I was thinking of taking you on a tropical getaway. Sunny skies, blue ocean, and nothing but relaxation. What do you think?” Bucky asks as he continues to cook.
“I definitely could use a vacation after my semester. But are you sure you can take a vacation with such short notice?
Bucky chuckles. “I’m the boss, remember? I can up and leave on my private jet whenever I want. Just say the word and we will go.”
You pondered for a minute. “Yes, I would love to go with you.”
“Great, I will start planning everything over the next week. I know you will love it.”
Forty minutes or so passed and Bucky was finishing up cooking. He started plating the food and placed your dish in front of you. It was chicken with roasted vegetables. It smelled divine and had you licking your lips. He placed his dish at the bar next to you. He grabbed the wine bottle and topped off the glasses.
“This smells amazing, Bucky.”
“Thanks, sweetheart. Now let's dig in.”
You both started to eat and drink your wine. In between that, you talked about getting you moved into your new place. Bucky had already hired movers and at this point, you would need to pack your things. Because you lived in a small apartment it wouldn’t take you long to pack your stuff. It didn’t matter though because Bucky was going to help you every step of the way.
“Gosh, Bucky I’m full. This was so good.” You pushed your plate away and looked over at him.
“I’m glad I could finally cook for you. I’ve been wanting to for a while now. So thank you for letting me.” Bucky got out of his seat and grabbed both plates. Washing them off a little he stuck them in his dishwasher.
“Do you need any help?”
“Oh no, you’re my guest. I’m just going to put the food away and then we can go sit in the living room.”
You sipped your wine and watched as he put everything away and in the dishwasher. There was something so domestic about him which was weird considering how wealthy he is. You never thought someone of his status would be so laid back. But here you were, spending more time with him and being amazed just by the simplest things.
When Bucky finished, he poured the rest of the wine in both glasses and led the way to the living room. It still shocked you how big his place was. The living room was huge and had a large flat-screen TV. Taking a seat next to each other you put your wine on a side table.
“Can I ask you something?” You asked.
“Of course, sweetheart. Anything.”
“Have you done this sugar daddy relationship before me? I mean I’m curious how you got into it.”
Bucky took a sip of wine and placed his on a table next to him. “Yes, once before you and many years ago. I was in my thirties when I met her. She was a sweet girl in the beginning. But as they say, love is blind for some. I was the fool who fell for her hard. I thought she was my dream girl but she was stealing money out from under me. She had access to an account and I placed money in there for her allowance. Somehow, she hacked my banking information and took nearly two million from me before I caught it.”
Bucky frowned as he spoke. The anger in him was at a simmer as he started to relive some of the moments again in his head. How could his ex-girlfriend hurt him after everything he had done for her?
You were getting anxious from what he was telling you and you started to fidget.
“Two million may not seem a lot considering what I’m worth but she did it with the help of a boyfriend she has on the side that I knew nothing about. All the gifts, trips, and time spent together. She broke my heart and I swore I would never trust again let alone do this kind of relationship. That is, until I met you.” Bucky had reached for your hand and held it while he was thinking.
“What made me so special?” You whispered out.
“Oh, sweetheart, I knew you were special from the first time we met at the restaurant. You were kind, caring, smart, and never let anyone ruin your nights. I saw how you interacted with customers and you never had a poor attitude with the ones who treated you unfairly.”
Bucky smiled warmly at you.
“Then we got to know each other every week and I knew I wanted to learn more about you. I wanted to know what you were like outside of work and what your aspirations were.”
Bucky kissed your hand and continued. “Little did I know I was getting someone so genuine. The more time we have spent together, the more I feel comfortable around you. It’s like you’re breaking the walls down around my heart. For that, I’m grateful.”
“Bucky, that's so sweet of you. Though, I’m sorry about the woman before me. She sounds so cruel. I hope I never break your heart like she did. I’m enjoying the time we spend together and how close we’re getting. I had trouble trusting anyone after John. He made me feel like I did something wrong when he left with no word on why. I blamed myself for the longest time and I swore off any kind of relationship while I put myself through school. But then I met you.”
You turned to face him as you both held hands. “I like where this is going so far between us and I can’t wait to see where our future takes us. All I know is I love being around you because I don’t feel lonely and lost anymore. You make me realize I can do anything if I put my mind to it.”
Bucky watched as you licked your lips. He wanted to kiss you. But what if that wasn’t what you wanted? Before he could think of anything else you leaned in and kissed him. The kiss was slow and sensual. Bucky pulled you into his lap and you straddled his thighs. He deepened the kiss and let your tongues dance together in a fight for dominance. You pulled at his shirt while his hands held onto your hips. You grind yourself against him searching for some friction. You wanted - no needed - to get some relief from him. You feel his cock harden beneath you and groan as you grind into him more.
Bucky is panting out breaths from the sensation you are giving his cock. “God, I want you.” He groans.
“Then take me to bed.” You kiss his face over and over again.
“Not like this.” He slows your hips down. “We did drink a lot of wine. What if it’s the alcohol talking?”
“I may be a little tipsy but don’t you dare blame the wine on me being horny. I was already like this when I came over.” You snap back, surprising Bucky.
Bucky looks up at you with lust-blown eyes. “You were?”
“Yes! So please don't make me beg again.” You grabbed his hand and dipped it under your dress so he could feel your wet panties.
That’s all Bucky needed to sweep you up in his arms and carry you to his master bedroom. He laid you down in the middle of his California king bed. His hands went under your dress and pulled down the cute panties you were wearing. Pushing your dress up around your hips he took in your wet pussy.
Taking off his shirt you finally got to see all the tattoos on both arms. God, did he look like a piece of art. One that needed to be cherished. He pulled your hips down the bed and laid in between your legs. Pushing your thighs wide open Bucky descended on you and started to lick long stripes between your petals. His soft beard was making you ticklish on the soft skin of your thighs.
Your hands ran through his hair and held on to him as he started to eat you like a man starved. Every swipe of his tongue, every suckle of your clit, had you moaning his name to the heavens. The beard felt amazing against your pussy as you grind into his face. His fingers are pumping in and out of you. When he curled his fingers just right and sucked on your clit you thought you saw stars as you orgasmed so hard your legs shook in the aftermath.
Bucky kissed his way up your body and kissed you on the lips. The taste of yourself was prominent on his tongue and you just hummed as you made out. When he pulled away from your mouth, he smiled down at you. “You taste heavenly. I could eat you out forever.”
You look up at him and frown noticing he wasn’t taking his pants off. “I thought we were going to have sex?”
He smirked at you and kissed your lips. “Not tonight. When I have you, I want us to be sober. I want you clear-headed when I make love to you and take you apart piece by piece in my bed.”
“Bucky, are you sure? I can feel how hard you are.”
“No worries doll. I’m normally hard when I’m around you. I’ll be okay.” He smirks at you as you lay across his bed. To him, you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
You sat up on the bed and tugged him down. You started to undo his pants and before he could protest you said, “At least let me return the favor and help you out.”
You undid his jeans and pulled them down his thighs just enough so they were out of the way. Bucky helped you get him out of his boxer briefs. You were shocked by how thick and long his cock was. Not even John was this big when you were with him. Bucky sat at the end of the bed and you knelt between his muscular thighs. You leaned over him and licked the vein on the underside of his cock. Again you licked him but this time you took him inside your mouth. Whatever you couldn’t fit your hand wrapped around it and stroked him to the bobbing of your head. Your tongue would swirl around his tip every time you pulled away. Then you’d suck him down again causing Bucky to moan in pleasure.
His hand fisted your hair to anchor himself as you took him apart. Up and down, fast and deep you took him in your throat causing you to gag at times. Bucky started to thrust his hips making you take more of him.
“Fuck, doll. That’s it, I'm so close.” There was no way Bucky was going to last longer than he hoped. It had been a very long time since someone went down on him and he knew he was about to cum.
You kept your pace, flicking your tongue and hollowing your cheeks until finally his damn burst. Bucky came with a shout of your name as his cum was being lapped up by you. You swallowed everything he gave you and you hummed around his cock. Bucky fell back on the bed and breathed heavily as he tried to catch his breath. If your mouth could do that he knew he was in trouble when he finally could fuck you.
You climbed onto the bed next to him and kissed his cheek. “Feeling okay Bucky?”
He starts to chuckle as he turns his head to face you. “I feel great. That was amazing. Sorry I didn’t last as long but it’s been a while since doing this.”
You giggle in delight. “Don’t be sorry. I’m not.” You place your head on his chest and start to relax.
“Please spend the night with me. We can watch movies in bed, cuddle, and I can eat you out longer.”
You didn’t need to be asked twice. “I will stay the night. But I don’t have anything to wear.”
Bucky pulled his boxer briefs up and kicked his jeans off. “I will give you one of my T-shirts to wear for the night. But right now I want this dress off you and your naked body in my bed. You’re going to get a beard burn tonight that you won’t forget.”
You took the dress off and hopped into his huge bed. Bucky chased your naked form up the bed. This was the start of something new and you were ready to face it head on.
Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)
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A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo
Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)
A/N 2: Thank you to my beta writers @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @gremlin-girly. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for the header.
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It was ten in the morning when Bucky picked you up at your apartment. He wanted to show you the space that his friend, Steve, had for rent. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, maybe something with a second bedroom so you could paint. When Bucky pulled up to a beautiful house, your jaw dropped. Outside on the porch was Steve who was waving at you.
“Ready to take a look, sweetheart?” Bucky asked as he watched you take the home in. Your giddiness made him smile.
“Is this for me?” You questioned as you stared at the house waving back at Steve.
“If you want it to be then yes. Come on, let's go greet Steve.”
You both got out of the vehicle walking hand in hand up to Steve. The two men greet each other with a hug and Steve turns to you giving you one as well. You weren’t used to hugging people but this was Bucky’s best friend so you made an exception.
“So Steve, is this the place you were telling me about?” Bucky asked as you grabbed his hand again.
“Yeah, this was a place I built years ago intending to settle down with Peggy. But you know how that story goes, Buck.” Steve sighs for a moment. “Anyway, I know you said your girl needed a bigger place and I was already looking to rent this out so why not hook up your girl?”
“Well, I appreciate it, punk. I know I love this house already, but let’s see if she does. Now, let's go inside and take a look around.” Bucky states as you grin at both men.
Steve leads the way while you both follow behind him. The porch was beautiful and already came with furniture on it. You loved that you could come out here and drink your morning coffee.
The outside of the house was white and had a cute blue front door. As you enter the two-story house you instantly notice the open floor concept. To the left, you had a large living room with a beautiful stone fireplace. The colors were cool tones in the living room. Continuing through the living room you walked into a kitchen and dining room that was huge. Stainless steel appliances with light oak cabinets on the wall made you gasp.
“My goodness, this kitchen is amazing! I would love to cook here and sit at this bar to eat. I’ve never seen anything like this before.” You say excitedly.
Heading out of the kitchen there was a half bathroom, to the back of the house was a laundry room that was as big as your living room in your apartment. It had the latest high end model washer and dryer. Walking out of the laundry room you found the first bedroom. The room was big enough to be an office in the front.
Bucky was watching you take the house in. He could tell that you loved it and there was still upstairs to see. If this is the place you wanted it would be yours in a heartbeat. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and you turned back at him beaming. Bucky loved seeing you this happy.
Steve led the way upstairs as you both followed him. In front of you was the next bedroom and full bathroom. The bedroom you loved as it gave you plenty of outside light.
“This will be my painting room,” you declared as you walked around the spacious room.
Steve nodded his head. “That’s what I made this room for actually. But it was for me to do my sketches here.”
Bucky grinned at you. “This would be a perfect room for your painting. I can see you now in here creating new work.”
“If you think this room is great, wait until you see the master suite,” Steve stated as he led you to the final room.
The master suite was huge. You walked in and were immediately speechless. Again, the windows were everywhere and gave you a beautiful view outside. You walked over to the closet and giggled.
“You have got to be kidding me. This closet is the size of my bedroom in my apartment! This could hold my old and new clothes perfectly. Plus, there is room for more.”
Bucky and Steve laughed at your reaction.
“I think she likes this place, jerk.” Steve softly spoke to Bucky.
Bucky watched as you headed into the master bathroom and you squealed in delight. “I think so, punk.”
“Bucky this bathroom has a claw foot tub and a huge shower separated. Double vanity so I can place all my stuff.” You come skipping out of the bathroom and a huge smile on your face. “This is perfect. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“The question is, sweetheart, do you WANT it? Say the word and it’s yours.”
Bucky watched as you nodded excitedly.
“Yes, I would love to live here,” you gleefully stated.
Bucky turned to Steve and chuckled. “Looks like we will be renting this beautiful house from you.”
“That’s great. I’m happy for you both. I will get the documents drawn up and faxed over to you tomorrow. You can move in at the end of the week. Here are the spare keys to the house.”
Steve handed you the keys and you all headed back downstairs. The guys were talking as you headed outside. The neighborhood was quiet and filled with houses like this one. You sat on the front porch swing and sat in silence. This was amazing and you pinched yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming.
Both men walked outside and were laughing. You watched them as they joked with each other. It saddened you for a moment because you wished you had a friend like that.
Bucky glanced at you and sensed your mood shift briefly. He walked over to you and reached a hand out for you.
Hesitantly, he took your hand and rubbed the back of it to ease your mind. “Are you ready to go, sweetheart?”
“I’m ready. Though I have to say this place is perfect and so beautiful. I can’t believe I’m going to be living here. Thank you for thinking of me to live here.” You bit your bottom lip as Bucky pulled you in for a hug.
“You’re welcome, sweetheart. Now let’s go car shopping.”
You squeal in delight as Bucky leads you back to his Escalade. You turn to wave goodbye to Steve one last time before climbing into the SUV.
Bucky gets in the driver's seat and pulls away from the house. His hand seeks yours and gently holds it.
“So what car does my doll want? It can be anything you want and the price doesn’t matter.”
“Honestly I’ve had my eye on the 2025 BMW X5 SUV. It’s enough for me to feel comfortable yet look spacious.”
Bucky smirks at you. “If that’s what you want then let’s go get it.”
Bucky drove for twenty minutes until he reached a BMW dealership. You both went inside to talk with a salesperson. Bucky did most of the talking explaining what you wanted.
You chimed in on the color and things you wanted to come with the car. Just so happens they have what you are looking for and you can drive home in it today.
You were excited to be getting the SUV you wanted. It was a red BMW and fully loaded. Bucky and the salesman negotiated prices. You watched Bucky with ease as he shook the hand of the salesman finalizing the sale.
Bucky got up from the chair and walked outside with you and the salesman. The BMW SUV was pulled to the front of the building and you let out a squeal of excitement. Bucky smiled at your expression and watched as you hopped into it. He rounded the BMW to the driver’s seat.
Pulling out his phone Bucky looked at you and said, “smile.” As you did he took a picture of you. He wanted to remember you at this moment.
“Since this SUV is yours now why don’t you follow me to the bank so we can get your allowance setup since it’s almost the first of the month. Gotta make sure my girl is taken care of.”
You smiled back at him. “Thank you, Bucky for the rental house and the car. I’m a little overwhelmed but I’m so happy. I feel like I’m in a dream.”
Bucky took your hand and kissed the back of it. “This is not a dream sweetheart. This is just what’s to come in our arrangement. I want you spoiled. I want to see you happy.”
Your heart fluttered at his statement. It’s only been a couple of days and he has spoiled you rotten so far. How were you supposed to get used to this? You inwardly smiled at the thought of being treated like a princess. No one has ever done what Bucky has. You weren’t sure if you would ever get used to this but for now, you’re going to enjoy it while you can.
“So what happens with my other car? I mean it’s kinda on its last leg.” You wondered what to do with it because right now the apartment has one space for your vehicle.
“Don’t you worry about that sweetheart. I plan to have a scrap yard pick it up from you today and they will give you a couple hundred dollars for it. I will make the call on the way to the bank. All you gotta do is follow me.”
You nod your head. “Okay, let's go.” Sitting back you pull your seatbelt on while Bucky closes the door. You take in the feel of the BMW and smile wide. This SUV was going to be perfect for you. It had space, it was comfortable and as you follow Bucky out of the parking lot the ride is smooth. “I can get used to this ride in no time,” you say out loud to yourself.
You follow Bucky back into town where you both park at this huge bank. Getting out of the BMW you lock the doors and head over to Bucky who just got out of his Escalade. He smiled at you as you stood before him.
“Are you ready sweetheart?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be.”
Bucky takes your hand and you both walk into the bank. You can tell by the looks of it that this bank is for the richer folks. There were leather brown chairs in the waiting area but Bucky didn’t wait. He walks up to an office that says Tony Stark and knocks on the open door.
Tony looks up from his computer and greets Bucky. “Ah, Bucky, good to see you and who is this lovely lady behind you?”
You peeked out from behind Bucky and smiled at Tony. Bucky introduces you to Tony and you both shake hands. Tony tells you both to take a seat.
“So what can I help you with Barnes?” Tony asked.
“I’m here to set up a monthly draft from one of my accounts to hers.” Bucky sits back and watches Tony nod his head.
“How much do you want to be transferred into her account monthly?” Tony was typing on his computer as they spoke.
“I would say five thousand should be sufficient to start with. What do you think sweetheart?” Bucky looks over at you and your jaw drops.
“Fi-Five thousand? Bucky that's a lot of money don’t you think?
“Well, you do need to pay for food, gas, and whatever else you may need personally. I want to make sure you have enough.”
“How about we say three thousand instead and call it even?” You reply and bite your lip.
Bucky grins at you and nods his head. “Fine three is it but if you need more do not hesitate to tell me. Deal?”
You lean closer to him. “Deal.”
“You both are so cute together. Setting up the monthly draft. Now, I just need your information hun.”
Pulling out your checkbook you hand it over to Tony who starts typing in your information. Within minutes he handed it back to you and printed off paperwork for Bucky to sign. Once signed everything was finished.
“Thank you Tony for doing this for me. I will be calling you tomorrow to start setting up her bills to be pulled from this same account.”
“Anytime Bucky. I’m always here if you need me.” Both men shook the other’s hand and you stood up from the chair. “It was a pleasure meeting you too hun. I hope to see you both again.”
Bucky and you left the bank together and headed to your apartment. You both parked at the curb and got out. Bucky went to the Toyota and took your license plates off the car.
You started moving things from your old car to the SUV. After twenty minutes you finished and the scrap yard tow truck pulled in front of the car. You watched Bucky and the driver talk for a few minutes. Then the driver handed him a paper.
Bucky walks over to you and hands you the piece of paper. Turns out it’s a check for three hundred dollars that the tow truck guy gave Bucky.
“Now you have a little more money to put in the bank. Hopefully, you can buy something nice for yourself.” Bucky grinned at you and you wrapped yourself around his arm.
You both watched as your car was towed away. A part of you was sad but the other part was excited over your new BMW. If your ex friends could see you now they would be excited for you.
Heading up to your apartment Bucky followed you up. Opening the door you both walk in and you grab menus.
“I don’t know about you but I’m hungry. You pick something out and I’ll call it in for delivery.”
A few minutes later Bucky picked out Chinese food from one of your favorite places. You called the food in and they said it would be twenty minutes.
In that time you and Bucky started making a list of all your bills that need to be paid every month. He even writes down your student loans that have to be paid.
“Bucky you don’t have to pay them. They’re in the thousands of dollars and my debt that I racked up.” You whispered nervously.
“I know I don’t have to do this but I want to. I want you to be debt-free and not worry about any of your bills while you focus on college. Now let’s focus on the positives of this arrangement between us.”
You smiled at him and nodded. “You‘re right, let's focus on the positives.“ You gave Bucky all the information he needed to pay off your debts and current bills. It was weird to think you would have no debt.
By the time you finished up everything the food arrived. Bucky paid for the food and placed it on the counter. You both dug into the food and once again sat on the couch.
“So the charity event we are going to in three days is formal. I was thinking your long black dress with a high slit would be a good choice to wear. I have a black suit and tie to match. If that’s okay with you?”
“That sounds perfect to me, Bucky. Though all my stuff is at your penthouse and nothing has been washed or steam cleaned.” Your anxiety started to kick up a little as you thought of everything you had to do.
“Don’t worry doll. I already had all your dresses cleaned. They are in the spare room closet waiting for you. I figured you could get ready at my place so we could save time,” Bucky stated.
You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you for doing that for me. I think that would be fine getting ready at your place.”
You both ate in silence as you filled up with food. When you were done you placed the dishes in the dishwasher and cleaned up after yourselves.
It was nice having Bucky around. You didn’t feel lonely when he was with you. Though your anxiety still flared up at times Bucky would help you calm down and breathe. It was nice having a companion to do things with.
Bucky watched as you put the leftovers away. You were definitely lost in thought but you had a smile on your face the entire time. He wonders what you’re thinking of. He knows he is thinking about you all the time. Bucky has never met anyone like you before and that makes him nervous but excited for the future.
Bucky’s phone rings and he takes the call. Talking for a few and feeling annoyed he hangs up the phone.
“Sorry to take that call but it’s work. Unfortunately, I have to go in this afternoon as it's an urgent matter. I had a wonderful time spending half the day with you.”
You give a small pout but nod. “I understand. Work calls you have to go in. I’m going to be busy with online classes anyways tonight to get ahead work-wise.”
“I will see you later sweetheart. Take care of yourself and start to pack in between your schoolwork. I’m thinking of moving you into your new place sooner than later.”
Bucky walks up to you and kisses your forehead. You wrap your arms around him and hug him.
“Thank you, Bucky for today. I had a blast.” You give him one last squeeze hug and part from him.
“I will text you later. Goodbye, sweetheart.”
“Goodbye, Bucky.”
Bucky walks out the door and leaves you behind. You couldn’t really complain considering the day you had. For now, you would concentrate on your schoolwork and get yourself ahead so you could enjoy yourself later.
Several days have passed and you’re all caught up with schoolwork. You attended your classes and handed your work in on time. You have heard from Bucky through text only as he has been busy with work. However, he made sure to text you this morning as the charity event was tonight.
Bucky: Hey sweetheart, how is my doll doing today? Are you ready for the event tonight?
You: Hi Bucky, I’m doing well today. Both excited and nervous about tonight. I’ve already showered and just waiting for you to pick me up.
Bucky: Excellent. I will be heading to get you within the next hour. Also, don’t be nervous about tonight. I will be with you every step of the way tonight.
You: Thank you Bucky, that means a lot to me.
You took your time applying makeup and doing your hair that an hour flew by and Bucky was at the apartment. You grabbed your makeup just in case you needed to do touch ups. Grabbing your purse, makeup bag, phone and keys you head to the door to greet Bucky.
“Hey, doll.” Bucky warmly says looking you over. “You look beautiful. I can’t wait to see how you look with the dress on.”
“I’m sure I will look fine. Just dressed up.” You try to blow off the compliment because you don’t see yourself the way he does.
“You’re more than fine, you are gorgeous to me. I’m sure you will be turning many heads when you show up.”
Locking the door behind you, you made your way towards the stairs. You both walked down them and headed outside to his Escalade. Bucky opens the door and you climb in. Once he is inside he pulls away from the apartment and heads to his penthouse.
You sit in silence trying to control your breathing as you were nervous about tonight. Would you be able to fit in among the wealthy class? You start to fidget with your hands.
Sensing your nervous energy Bucky reaches for your left hand and lightly holds it. Bringing your hand to his lips Bucky kisses your knuckles.
“It will be okay sweetheart. Just remember that I will be with you all night.” Bucky tries to calm you down the best he can while driving. He does breathing exercises with you and that helps calm you down. By the time you get to the penthouse you’re breathing normally again.
Pulling into his parking space you both get out and head for the elevator. Bucky hits the button to the top floor as you both are inside. When you finally reach the top floor you both get out and head to his front door. Once inside, Bucky shows you to the spare bedroom where you will get ready.
The dress was hanging on the closet door when you walked in. You stare at the dress and take in the beauty of it. Your stilettos are underneath the dress and you can’t wait to play dress up.
“If you need anything I will be down the hallway in the master suite.” Bucky states as he smiles at you and leaves.
“Thank you, Bucky.” You call out as he heads to his room.
You shut the door and take a deep breath. You got this… Undressing, you get down to your black lingerie and unzip the back of the dress. You slip into the dress and start to zip it back up but realize you need help. You slip your feet into the expensive stilettos and take a quick look at yourself in the mirror. You do have to admit you look pretty.
Continuing to get ready you touch up your makeup and hair until you’re satisfied with the way you look. About thirty minutes have passed so you decide to go to Bucky’s room so he can help you with the zipper.
Walking to the room you hear the click of your heels on the hardwood floors. Your heartbeat is beating a little fast due to your nerves. Will he like you dolled up? You stand outside his door for a few seconds then knock on his door softly.
About thirty seconds pass and you hear him walking to the door. Upon opening it you’re met with Bucky standing in an all Black suit and tie. He looked straight out of a GQ magazine.
Bucky cleared his throat to get your attention. “Sweetheart, you look gorgeous.”
You offer a shy smile. “Thank you, Bucky. I was wondering if you could help me and zipper up the rest of the dress?”
“Absolutely doll. Just turn around and I will help you.”
You do as you’re told and turn for him. His fingers are gentle as he grabs the delicate zipper and slowly drags it up the rest of the way. You can’t help but shiver from his touch. Exhaling, you turn to face him and offer a smile.
“Thank you, Bucky. I appreciate your help.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.” Before you could walk away he calls out your name and you turn to look at him. “I have a gift for you that goes with your dress.”
You followed him into the master suite and couldn’t believe how big the room was. He has a California king-size bed up against one wall. Two expensive chairs off to the sides, a bookcase, a gigantic walk-in closet, and a master bath off the other side of the room. You can’t help but stare. This was the biggest bedroom you have ever seen.
Bucky walks back over to you carrying a black velvet jewelry rectangle box. You had no clue what was inside as the box was medium-sized. He had a huge smile on his face as he approached you. “I got you something that will go with your dress. I hope you like it.”
“I’m sure I will Bucky.” Your eyes went from Bucky back to the rectangle box. What could it be? A necklace probably but you weren’t sure.
Bucky opened it up and inside was a diamond tennis necklace with matching earrings. You gasped at how beautiful it was. The diamonds were clear in color. The look was elegant and sparkled. This had to cost a pretty penny. “Bucky, I don’t know what to say except it’s beautiful.”
Bucky took the necklace out and undid the clasp. “Here let me put it on you.”
You turned your back to him and let him put the necklace on. Once the clasp was back in place his soft firm hand lingered for a moment on your neck before he removed it. You were nervous about having something so expensive around your neck. You turned back around to face him and he handed you the earrings. One by one you put them on and smiled back at him. He walked you over to the closet mirror and you were finally able to look at the jewelry with the dress. It was beautiful against your skin and the diamonds sparkled in the light.
“This is yours now, so you can wear it with your dress clothes. I wanted to do something special for you and this occasion just called for it.”
Touching the necklace and earrings you take a slow deep breath. “This must’ve cost a fortune.”
Bucky chuckled. “No price is too much for you sweetheart. Just focus on how beautiful you are and how happy you make me. Remember to breathe and if you get too overwhelmed let me know so we can leave at any time. All I have to do is make an appearance.”
Nodding your head at him you say, “That sounds good to me.”
“Now my dear let us go have some fun.”
Bucky looped your arm with his and you both walked out of the bedroom heading to the front door. Grabbing what he needed he led the way out of the apartment. Getting to the elevator Bucky pushed number one instead of the parking lot.
Once you reached the first floor you walked through a stunning grand entrance foyer. Walking through it took your breath away as Bucky continued to lead you through it and outside. At the curb sat a black limo waiting for you both as you headed down the steps. A driver opened the door for you and you climbed in followed by Bucky.
The drive was fifteen minutes away so you took in the drive like you were in some fairytale. You have never been in a limo dressed the way you were. You looked over at Bucky who was grinning at you. Your hand found his and gently squeezed it.
“I know I’ve already said this but you’re so beautiful. I can’t take my eyes off you.” Bucky gently squeezed your hand back in reassurance.
“Thank you, Bucky. You’re handsome as well.”
You both made small talk all the way to the charity event. Then you pulled in front of a hotel. You heard of this place before from people at the restaurant. It held major events here among the socialites in New York. Tonight was going to be an important night for the charity being held.
“Are you ready sweetheart?”
“I am.” You anxiously answered.
“Take my hand and remember to breathe.” His voice was soothing and gentle.
The door opened and Bucky stepped out of the limo. He held his hand out to you and you grabbed it while getting out. Some cameras were taking pictures of you both as you made your way inside the hotel. To the right was a ballroom where everyone was filtering in. Your arm was looped in his now as he led you through the crowd. Bucky was saying hello to some people who briefly greeted him. They looked at you and nodded in return.
“Would you like a drink doll? Some wine may take the edge off.” Bucky asked.
“Yes, please. I could use a drink.”
You both walked over to the bar where you both ordered a glass of wine. Once you were handed yours you took a big sip and felt the wine start to warm you up. You needed to be careful because you were a lightweight and the last thing you needed to do was embarrass Bucky.
He led you through the sea of people and found an open table. Bucky held your chair out for you and helped you scoot into the table. As he took a seat a man came over to Bucky and greeted him. Bucky shook the man’s hand and greeted him back. The man looked over to you and smiled.
“And who is this lovely lady seated to your right?” The gentleman asked.
Bucky gave him your name and the gentleman smiled.
“Sweetheart, this is my business associate T’Challa. He is my second in command in my business.”
“Oh, what a pleasure to meet you.” You offered a friendly smile back.
T’Challa took your hand and kissed the back of it. “The pleasure is all of mine.” T’Challa took a seat to Bucky’s left and they started to chat about the business.
As they talked you could hear them discussing plans to release a new prototype for disabled veterans who have lost a limb from being in combat. Bucky was talking about a government deal that would help them start with veterans first and then expand the project as needed. You were fascinated to learn that this is the business he was in. You just learned the charity event was for disabled veterans so it made sense he would be working on something like that. When they finished talking a young woman approached T’Challa and greeted the three of you.
“This is my sister Shuri. She is the head department leader in these prototypes we were discussing. We call it Wakanda Technology. She is literally a genius,” T’Challa said.
Shuri shook your hand. “It’s nice to meet you. Anyone who can put up with Barnes is an absolute angel in my eyes.”
“Now, now - no ganging up on me.” Bucky chuckled.
“Just remember Barnes if you don’t take care of your girl I’m always here to do so.” T’Challa jokingly says.
“Okay, enough out of you two.” Bucky teased back.
The night continued with the dinner that was brought out for everyone. The tables were full throughout the ballroom. Bucky had kept his promise by including you in the conversations with his friends and colleagues. Seeing Bucky light up at times and laugh brought a smile to your face. This man is something else and you had to admit you love his business side as well.
There were speakers at the podium and guests who kept coming over to Bucky to not only talk about his business but also to meet the radiant woman he brought. It both made you anxious and excited that people thought you were a princess in your outfit.
It had been about two hours when Bucky decided it was time to leave. Both you and Bucky said goodbye to his friends and headed to the limo that was waiting. Once inside the limo, you couldn’t help the yawn that you released.
“Tired, sweetheart?” Bucky asked softly.
“Yeah, just a little bit. Plus I can’t wait to get out of this dress at your place.” You looked at Bucky who swallowed hard at your admission. “I just mean changing back into normal clothes is all.”
“I knew what you meant doll.” Bucky watched you with his dark blue eyes and smirked.
The fifteen-minute drive back to his place was in silence as you looked outside at the moving city. It was a nice evening of meeting his friends and colleagues. Especially when you learned about his business. He is helping millions of veterans nationwide with his technology and prototypes. That to you proved his kindness and generosity.
When the limo came to a stop you were back at his place. Getting out Bucky once again gently gave you his hand and you took it. You headed back up to his penthouse on the top floor and once inside you kicked off your heels. Bucky chuckled as you let out a loud sigh of relief. Moving to the spare bedroom you called to him.
“Hey, Bucky can you help unzip me so I can change?” You called out.
Bucky shrugged out of his jacket and rolled his sleeves up as he approached you. His tattoos on his arms were like a work of art to you and you couldn’t help but stare for a minute. You wondered what the rest of his body looked like under the suit. Was he covered in tattoos or was it just his arms?”
You turned around for him when he reached you and he slowly unzipped the dress for you. His knuckles rubbed softly against your skin.
He placed a soft kiss on your shoulder and whispered in your ear, “I caught you staring at my tattoos again. Is there something you like?”
You shiver at the sound of his voice and how close he is to you. “I love the art behind some of them and the unique designs. They are beautiful to me.” You turn around, look up into his blue eyes, and hold your breath. What you would give to feel his lips on yours. He must have been thinking the same thing as he took a step back.
“I will leave you to change.” Bucky smiles and walks out of the room heading towards his room.
You close the door and let out the breath you were holding in. You changed quickly back into your clothes and took the jewelry off. There was no way you were bringing it to your small apartment.
When you were fully ready you opened your door and carried the jewelry to Bucky’s room. He was about to come out when you showed what was in your hands.
“Can I keep this safe with you for now until I move into the new place?”
Bucky smirked at you. “Of course you can doll. I will keep it with my watches.” Bucky took the jewelry and put it back in the velvet rectangle box. He walked it to his walk-in closet and came back out to see you. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and sweatpants that hung low on his waist. If you would ever see him like this in public you would never guess he is a billionaire.
Together you both walked out of his penthouse and to the garage. He opened the Escalade door for you and you climbed in. When he got in on his side he turned the SUV on and pulled away to head to your apartment. You held hands on your way home and you couldn’t get the kiss on your shoulder out of your head. Did it mean something or was it friendly? Maybe you were trying to see something that wasn’t there. Yes, he was affectionate but being anything more was not what he was looking for.
Bucky pulled up to your apartment and turned the SUV off. He walked to your side and once again opened the door for you. You hopped out and walked to your building with him following behind. He walked you all the way to your apartment door and waited while you unlocked the door.
You turned to face him and smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing me out tonight with you. I had a lot of fun.”
“Anytime sweetheart. I'm happy you could join me as well. We will have to do this again sometime soon.” Bucky leaned in and kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, sweetheart.”
“Goodnight, Bucky.” You went into your apartment and sighed. You couldn’t wait until the next time you went out with him.
Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy relationship? In time who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, trust issues, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f).
The Ultimate Risk Masterlist
A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo
Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)
A/N 2: Thanks to my beta readers @gremlin-girly & @lfnr-blog-blog-blog Thank you to @nekoannie-chan for reading this. Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for my amazing moodboard.
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For three days now you have been contemplating Bucky’s offer. You had researched what a sugar daddy relationship was and it explained to you further what you were getting into. You could be a companion to him, attend his work functions and, in return, he would take care of you financially. There were no strings attached, or so he said, to this deal. You looked at your pro vs con list for the millionth time.
Pro: well-mannered, benevolent, charming, intelligent, protective, caring and handsome. Rent and bills paid. Student loans paid off. Get to work full-time on college classes. Financially stable. Less stress.
Cons: could or should you trust him? What if wants his money back if you break off your sugar daddy relationship? Short-tempered. Can/will resort to violence. Look at what happened with John. What if he wants more than companionship?
Okay, so your pros were definitely longer than the cons. Plus, you knew Bucky from all the times you waited on him in the restaurant. But was that enough? You were still wary about your decision. He seemed like all the attributes that you listed in the pro section just from your interactions with him over the last 6 months at Cecily’s restaurant, he seemed genuine. However, you'd thought the same about John. But Bucky seemed entirely different. The things you'd listed in your pros list had been observational and not always directed at you.
UGH
It all came down to trust. John had ruined that for you when he up and left you without a reason. Maybe it was because you were finally putting yourself first and John wanted to be the center of attention. You sigh again.
“Fuck John.”
This wasn’t about your ex, it was about you getting what you want out of life and starting over. You look at your phone and decide to text Bucky - mind made up.
You: “Hey Bucky I think I made up my mind. When can we talk?”
Bucky: “Hey sweetheart I was planning on leaving soon. We can meet at a coffee shop not far from your place. I heard they’re good.”
You knew the place he was talking about. You liked to go there sometimes in the mornings because the coffee was great but their muffins were even better. It was a five-minute walk and was nice outside.
You: “That sounds great. I will meet you there in a little while.”
Bucky: I can’t wait. See you soon.
You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face. Someone is looking forward to your company and that just made your day better. You got off your bed and headed to your small closet, looking inside for an outfit your eyes fell on a pretty light green sundress with white flowers on it. You pulled it out of the closet and quickly changed into it. Giving yourself a once over in the mirror you notice how nice the dress looked on you. You put on light makeup and styled your hair. You slip on your white sandals to finish the outfit. Then you grab your phone, keys, and purse as you leave your apartment.
The sun was shining brightly as you walked down the sidewalk. Your stomach was in knots as you got closer to the coffee shop. How would he react to your answer and could you handle what came next? You thought you were going to beat Bucky to the shop when you rounded the corner and saw his Cadillac Escalade at the curb. Walking up to the door of the coffee shop you were greeted by Bucky who came outside and held the door open for you. He was still in a suit, but no tie, and the top two buttons on his shirt were undone.
“Hi sweetheart, so glad that you made it. I just got here a couple of minutes ago. I got us a table in the corner so we could have some privacy.”
“Hi, Bucky, nice to see you too.”
You start to fidget with your hands and look down at your feet for a second. Then, taking a breath you look up into his blue eyes and smile at him. You were trying to ground yourself; anxiety taking hold in your bones. It wasn't working. However, the moment he took your hand and smiled at you there was a sense of relief that washed over you. Like everything was going to be okay.
Bucky leads the way to the table and releases your hand so he can pull your chair out for you to sit in. Once you sit, Bucky takes a seat across from you and smiles. A waitress comes over to bring two cups of coffee with a side of milk and sugar. As she walks away, you make your coffee as you like it.
“Do you need any sugar or milk? I can share.”
He shakes his head no. “I’m fine sweetheart. I like my coffee black no sugar or milk for me.”
You take a sip of your coffee and hum in appreciation. The coffee was always good here. Putting the cup down you looked at Bucky who was smirking at you. It was like he already knew the answer you were going to give him.
“So, I bet you want to know my answer to your sugar daddy offer.” You give him a shy smile as you fidget with your cup.
“Whatever it is sweetheart, I will respect your decision. I won’t be mad if that’s what you’re worried about.” Bucky eyed your fidgeting hands and, sensing your nervousness, reached across the table to lightly but soothingly rub the back of your hand.
Taking a deep breath you decide to give him your answer. “I’ve decided I would like to try out this arrangement.
Bucky breaks into an involuntary smile, quickly scuppered when you narrow your eyes slightly and continue.
"But if - and only IF - you agree to put it in writing."
"That's fair." Bucky nods solemnly. "I planned on doing exactly that but if I can ask... why don't you also tell me what you're worried about? Communication is an important aspect to all of my contracts and I expect you to be able to tell me if there's anything you're unhappy with."
“I’m worried about the violent side you had with John. Is that something I have to worry about with you? I wouldn’t be able to stay with you if you could potentially harm me. Plus I have trust issues thanks to John as well so I’m a little anxious about fully trusting you. I’m also worried about being pressured into a sexual relationship. I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”
His eyebrows rose at your concerns as he tried to take it in. Bucky knew you had anxiety and trust issues so he would have to learn how to show you he wasn’t a bad guy.
“I will do everything in my power to show you that you can trust me. I will earn that from you eventually and hopefully, you will see I’m genuine. As for the money, if for whatever reason we don’t work out I don’t want anything back from you. It will be in the contract stating so.”
Bucky’s blue eyes maintain eye contact with you the entire time he speaks. Bucky looks at you with reassuring eyes as his hand gives you a comforting squeeze and he offers a genuine smile.
“As for my behavior with John I promise you that was a rare occasion. I’m not a violent man and my mother raised me to never hurt a woman. I assure you, I have standards. Lastly, we touched base on this before. We don’t have to do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Right now I’m looking for friendship and companionship only. I hope this sets your mind at ease.”
You grin back at him. This was exactly what you needed to hear. “Thank you, Bucky for going over my concerns. I feel comfortable knowing this will all be highlighted in a contract. Trust for me must be earned and if you ever break it I will not be able to trust you again.”
Bucky grinned at you. “I don’t plan on breaking your trust. I will do whatever I can to build it between us instead. Are there any other concerns or questions you have?”
“No, I think we covered it all. Thank you, Bucky for hearing my concerns and not judging me.” You took another drink of your coffee.
“Any time sweetheart. So, do you have any plans for tomorrow? ‘Cause I was thinking we could go shopping for some formal dresses and clothes? My treat.” Bucky watches as your face lights up in excitement. He hopes to always bring that response out of you.
“Oh my gosh really? That sounds wonderful. I’m free tomorrow.”
You couldn’t contain your excitement and Bucky could only smile back at you. He knew he made the right choice in choosing you to be by his side. This was the start of something special, he could feel it.
The two of you continued to talk about the agreement. He went over what was expected at events like being well-mannered and considerate. Which he already knew you would be. Bucky would keep you by his side at all events, outings, and travels until you felt comfortable enough to be on your own.
You asked questions about his lifestyle and he had answers for you. According to Bucky, he was a self-made billionaire who could happily retire tomorrow if he wanted to. It just depended on some personal things that he didn’t go into. But he did talk about lavish vacations and restaurants that he liked. He assured you that he would spoil you with them soon enough.
Bucky in return asked about your life. You skirted quickly over what happened with John and a wedding that never happened; that left you in financial ruin and with a whole lot of trust issues. You decided that you wanted to go back to college to get a degree in your dream job. How you wanted to eventually pay your bills without struggling or stressing out. By the time you were done talking, it was already dinner time.
“Wow, I’m so sorry I talked so much. I guess when I’m warmed up to someone it’s easier to talk about myself. So, I bet you have somewhere to be.” You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from fidgeting again.
“Sweetheart, I have nowhere to be and I’m enjoying your company.” Bucky winked at you as he smirked.
“Well, if you aren’t busy and are free you could come to my place to order food. It’s not the fanciest place but to me it’s cozy.”
What were you thinking no billionaire would want to come to your dump of an apartment? What a dumb idea…
“Sure, that sounds like fun sweetheart. Let me drive us over to your apartment and we can go from there. Whatever you want to eat I’m good with.”
Bucky got up and tossed some money on the table. He gestured for you to go first but when you reached the door he held it open for you again. Even when you got to his Escalade Bucky opened the door and once you were inside he shut it. You could get used to that. John never did anything like this with you.
Bucky got on the driver's side and drove the short distance to your apartment. Once parked, you both got out and you led him to your apartment building. Heading up the stairs you finally reach your door. Taking a breath you open your door and walk in followed by Bucky.
“It’s not much but I call it home.”
Bucky looked around your apartment and grinned. “I like it. This is a cute little place.” Looking at the paintings on the wall he had to admit they were beautiful.
“Did you paint these yourself?” He asked.
Kicking off your sandals you looked at him studying one of the colorful abstract ones. “Yeah, that’s all me. I used to paint all the time but once I moved here I didn’t have the space for it. It’s one of my favorite hobbies.”
“Remarkable. You are truly gifted. Have you ever thought about selling any of them? With this talent I’m sure you would have buyers, myself included.” He stood with his hands on his hips and head cocked to the side looking at each painting on the walls.
You chuckle a little as you watch him. “I’ve thought about it but again I don’t have the time, money, or space.”
Bucky turned around to look at you. “Consider it done. I will find you space to paint and with me, you’ll have money to invest in this. Plus, besides college, you will have free time to express yourself on canvas. What do you say?”
You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Finally, you could have free time to do what you love. “I say let’s do it.” You start to giggle again and this time Bucky picks you up and spins you in a circle.
Bucky places you back on your feet and at that moment his stomach growls. “So how about dinner?”
“Is pizza okay? I know a great brick oven pizza place that delivers.”
“Sounds good to me, doll.” Bucky takes his jacket off and places it on the back of a chair. Rolling his sleeves up to his elbows he reveals tattoos on both his arms.
You swore your panties got wet from just the sight. No, you can’t feel this way about him. You were his friend and companion. Clearing your throat you grab your phone and place an order for a pepperoni pizza. When you hang up you call over to Bucky who is still staring at your paintings.
“Hey if it’s okay with you I’m going to change.”
“That’s fine, doll.”
You went to your room and changed into shorts and a T-shirt. As you come out you find Bucky taking a picture of one of your paintings.
“Whatcha doing Bucky?” You watch as he turns around with a grin on his face.
“I wanted to text this to an art dealer I know. He’s my best friend - Steve - who was with me a few nights ago at your restaurant. I wanted to see what he thought of your work.”
You were surprised at the interest he had in your work. Things like this just don’t happen to you. A sugar daddy does spoil his girl though.
"How did you start painting?" "What inspired you?" Bucky asked and that brought a smile to your face.
“I’ve been painting almost all my life. I didn’t take it seriously until I was a preteen. Then my parents enrolled me in art classes outside of school where I could hone my painting.”
You continued to take for another twenty minutes before you both heard a knock, knock! “Pizza is here.”
Bucky goes to answer it and it’s the delivery guy. Bucky pays him and gives him a nice tip before closing the door. He places the box on your counter as you grab plates. You each grab what you want and head to the couch to watch TV. With the TV on as background noise, you both continue to talk again.
You both talk for hours about anything and everything. Before you know it it’s eleven at night. You both are laughing on the couch over a story he told you.
Bucky looks at his watch and frowns. “I’m sorry I’ve kept you up late. I’ve had a wonderful time.”
You give a small yawn and nod. “I’ve had a great time with you tonight. We should do this again.”
Bucky stands and stretches. “We will definitely do this again. For now, I should let you sleep ‘cause tomorrow we are going shopping.”
You squeal a little in your excitement and stand up to hug him. “I can’t wait, Bucky. Thank you for today.”
Bucky was shocked that you hugged him but he smiled anyway. Walking to the chair he takes his jacket and grabs his keys out of the pocket. “You sleep well for me tonight.”
He kisses the crown of your head then turns around and leaves. You both wave at each other before you close and lock your door.
If this is how a sugar daddy relationship works you could get used to it. Putting up the leftover pizza in the refrigerator you head to your room and climb into bed. Tomorrow is a new day and you can’t wait to see where he takes you.
The alarm on your phone went off at nine in the morning. You finally had a good night's rest thanks to Bucky stopping by last night. It was nice to spend time with someone and talk so much. You let out a groan as you stretched in bed. Getting up, you headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day starting with a hot shower. When you were done in the shower and finally dressed for the day you texted Bucky.
You: I’m ready whenever you are.
Bucky: I’m on my way sweetheart.
Twenty minutes later there was knocking at your door. You opened the door to see Bucky standing there with a smile on his face. He was dressed in a red henley shirt, jeans, and boots. Thank goodness he was casually dressed since you were in a lilac shirt, capris, and sneakers.
“You look gorgeous,” Bucky commented.
You smile back at him. “You look handsome as well. I just need to grab my purse and we can leave.”
You place your phone into your purse and place it on your shoulder. Then you grab the keys and head out the door locking it behind you. You walked in front of Bucky as you made your way down the stairs and outside. It was a beautiful sunny spring day outside as you walked to his Escalade and got inside. Bucky got in and pulled away from the curb.
“So where are we off to first Bucky?” You asked excitedly.
Bucky chuckled at your excitement. “I have a few places in mind. Don’t worry about anything ‘cause today is going to be all about you.”
You both talked about the type of places you were going. Some were places that focused on dresses for every occasion. While others were everyday clothes. Not that he didn’t like what you wore. He knew you might want to update some of your clothes and shoes. You on the other hand were more worried about where all this new clothing was going to fit since your closet was so small. You told yourself to relax and that you would figure everything out. Bucky pulled up to the first store. Dresses lined the windows and you stared in shock at how beautiful some of them were.
Bucky watched you as you stared at the shop. You had the cutest expression on your face. “Are you ready to go inside, sweetheart?”
“Absolutely, yes!” You squealed out.
Bucky got out of the Escalade and made his way to your side where he opened the door for you. He offered you his hand as you hopped out. Holding hands felt natural to you as he led you into the store. As you entered you couldn’t believe your eyes; there were dresses EVERYWHERE. A saleswoman appeared out of nowhere and greeted Bucky.
“Ah, Mr. Barnes, we were expecting you. How may I help you?” She asked as she looked between the two of you.
Bucky introduced you to the saleswoman. “We need some dresses for her. We’re looking for both casual and formal wear. I want to be able to show her off at events in the most stunning dresses you have.”
“Of course Mr.Barnes. We will have her try only the best dresses on.” She looked at you now and offered a smile. “If you want to follow me, we will get you started.”
The saleswoman and you started walking towards the evening dresses. There were so many colors and designs; pinks and purples, ballgowns and halternecks. The saleswoman asked what your size was and she started grabbing dresses. She brought them to a changing room for you and you walked into the spacious room. Grabbing the first gown it was black with a slit up the side and was off the shoulder. Slipping your clothes off you pull the dress on and call the saleswoman for help to zip you up. Once zipped up you took a breath and stepped out of the dressing room. Walking out to where the mirrors were and Bucky sat, you bit your lip bashfully.
Bucky's mouth parted when his eyes fixed on you, taking in every inch of your beauty he could. The dress was stunning on you and his hands twitched; desperate to touch you as he watched you do a slow turn in front of the mirror, capturing all angles of yourself. Then when you looked at Bucky he could sense your nervousness so he got up from the chair to walk over to you. He was a foot away from you when he gave you a big smile.
“You look absolutely beautiful, sweetheart. I love this dress on you. The style suits you.” He complimented.
You offered a shy smile back. “Thank you, Bucky. I do like this one very much. But the price is high for it. I don’t think it would be fair to ask you to get this for me.”
Bucky gently grabbed your hands and kissed the back of each one. “The cost means nothing to me. What matters is if you like it.”
You look up into his blue eyes. “I do. I really do love it.”
“Then it is yours. Now, go model some more dresses for me.” He offered a reassuring smile and watched as you headed back to the dressing room.
The rest of the afternoon was pretty much the same. You would try on a new style and color then show Bucky how you looked in them. He was very supportive and vocal about how stunning you looked to him. By the time you were done, you had seven evening gowns for events and five new casual dresses. Where you would put them you had no idea but Bucky was very happy to pay for them all. From that shop, you bought some casual clothes that were nicer to wear if you had any place to be during the day. Then, you went shoe shopping to match all of your brand-new dresses. When Bucky insisted on you getting some Louis Vuitton shoes and a couple of handbags, you thought you were going to cry. You always wanted a pair of each; and here you were picking them out. Once shopping was over, Bucky had told you that you were heading to his place.
“I have the contract ready for you to sign at my place. I hope you don’t mind doll.”
You beamed back at him. “Not at all. I wonder what kind of fancy place you have.”
Bucky chuckled at your response. Hopefully, he wasn’t overstepping at this point as he continued to drive until he got to a luxury high-rise building. Your mouth dropped open in surprise at him pulling into the parking garage. Bucky pulled in and drove until he was in his own parking space. You both got out and he took your hand, leading the way to the elevators. You were silent as you took it all in once in the elevator. Bucky hit a button to the top level and he lightly squeezed your hand in reassurance. Once you were on the top floor you approached a single door in front of you. Bucky unlocked the door and led you inside.
The place was huge and screamed luxury penthouse. The kitchen was the size of your entire apartment. The entire floor was open-concept and had paintings on the walls. You passed by a wall with pictures and immediately recognized the two men from the restaurant, Sam and Steve, next to Bucky.
“These two are my best friends. We’ve known each other for many years. Especially Steve, I've known him since childhood.” Bucky explained as you took the pictures in.
“That must be nice having friends you’ve known for that long. I had friends before but…” you trail and clear your throat. "Anyway, it's just me right now."
“Well, you have me now so that’s gotta count. Right?” Bucky smirked at you.
You giggle a little. “You’re right. I’m so happy that I have your friendship. So you said you had a contract ready for me? Can I see it?”
“Of course.” Bucky led you through his place until you reached his office. You followed him inside and he motioned you to sit in front of his desk. Bucky took a seat in his chair behind the desk. He looked like a man of power sitting there. Grabbing a file on his desk he pushed it forward towards you.
“This is the contract that I had drawn up for you about our sugar daddy relationship. Everything that you asked for is in it. Plus, everything I told you about is also included. The allowance I plan to give you and the part where I will pay all your debts and monthly bills. Please take your time reading it.”
You took the file from Bucky and started to read it. Everything, he just said, was in it. The money, the bills being paid, and even a section about whether both decided on a relationship down the road. Then there was a section that mentioned new housing. How odd. You skim below that and read that he would be getting you a new car since yours wasn’t in good shape.”
“You do want to spoil me. A new car? A new place to live? Are these necessary?”
Bucky chuckled at your questions. “I want only the best for you. Your apartment, while quaint, has no space for all the new clothes, shoes, and purses I bought you. If you’ll allow me I found you a space of your own. It’s owned by my friend Steve. It’s big enough that you can paint in one of the rooms so we won’t have to rent a studio unless you want it. I will leave that up to you.”
You couldn’t believe what he was saying this was way beyond anything you could ever imagine. “I’m truly speechless. I-I never expected this much from you.”
“Like I said before sweetheart, I’m just looking for companionship and friendship. You deserve the world and so much more. If I can spoil you along the way that makes me happy to do so. Now, if everything looks fine why don’t we sign it together.”
You nodded your head in agreement and took the pen Bucky was holding out for you. You signed your name on the bottom of the contract and pushed the document towards him. Bucky grabbed the contract and signed his name at the bottom. Bucky figures he can send a copy of the contract tomorrow to his attorney and friend Sam.
Bucky gets up from his chair and walks to where you are sitting. “Now that’s out of the way, why don’t we get you home? We can discuss your new living arrangements tomorrow and get you a new car then.”
“That sounds like a plan to me. I really can’t wait but Bucky, who is going to help me move?”
“I’m hiring a moving company for you so you don’t have to worry about anything. Let’s keep your new things here until you move. Then when you have a closet big enough we can move it all in.”
“Wow. You've got this figured out already, huh?” You got out of your chair and followed Bucky out of the office.
He led you back out of his penthouse and back to the elevator. Once you reached the Escalade you got back in and Bucky drove you home. While driving you back in silence Bucky reached for your hand and held it while he drove. It was sweet; these little gestures that he made like holding your hand or a kiss on your hands or forehead. You have to admit they made your stomach knot up at times in the best way. But you had to remind yourself this was just a friendship, an agreement between two friends.
Bucky pulled up to your apartment and walked you to the door. Getting your keys, you go to open the door but before Bucky could kiss your forehead you move in kissing his cheek.
“Thank you for the day of shopping, Bucky. I appreciate being spoiled by you. I can’t wait to wear everything that you bought me at some point.”
“Speaking of wearing your dresses, I have a charity function in a few days. I hope it’s not too late for you to join me.” His hand caressed your cheek gently.
“That’s plenty of time for me to know. I can get my schoolwork done before then so I don’t have to worry about falling behind. Thank goodness I only have three weeks until finals. Then I’m all of yours for the summer.”
Bucky had to admit he liked the thought of that. Being able to take you on trips and not worrying about college.
“Alright, well I will see you tomorrow then. Sleep well, sweetheart. Text me in the morning.”
“I will. Good night Bucky.”
“Goodnight, doll.”
You walked into your apartment and closed the door. You sigh thinking of his cute nicknames for you and the way he’s spoiling you. Never have you been spoiled like this before. Glancing around your apartment you smiled. Guess it’s time to move on to a better place.
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Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy relationship? In time who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, trust issues, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f).
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A/N: @avengers-assemble-bingo for James Buchanan Barnes - 108th Birthday Bingo
Square: Sugar Daddy (card #4B 024)
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The alarm went off way too early for your liking and you instantly hit the snooze button on your phone. You roll over with a grumble and fall back asleep instantly. Ten minutes later your alarm goes off again and you curse at the loud alarm. You grabbed your phone, turned off the alarm, and placed your phone on the bed. Your eyes finally open and you’re hissing at the sunlight that is streaming through the curtains.
You let out a groan knowing your long day has just begun. You stay in bed for another ten minutes before you climb out and shuffle to the bathroom to get ready for your day.
After showering and getting changed into comfy clothes you grab your laptop. Logging onto the college’s website you start working on your homework for the classes you have today. You would have done it sooner but you worked a late shift again last night.
You wish you could complain but you really needed the money to keep a roof over your head.The apartment was quaint; one bedroom and one bathroom. It had a small kitchen that was open to the living room. It may not be much but it was yours to rent.
A part of you wished you could win the lottery to help get you caught up on bills. That way your money wasn’t going mostly towards rent. You sigh, thinking how long it’s been since you had a vacation. What you needed was a miracle but those don’t happen for you.
An hour passed and you had completed your school work. The next two hours pass and you get two online classes done. By the time you knew it it was noon and you had two hours to get to work.
You changed from your comfy clothes to work ones. You grabbed something to eat for lunch so you had food in your stomach. Placing the plate in the sink you go put your shoes on. Grabbing your purse, phone, and keys you head out the door, locking it behind you, and head to work.
At the sidewalk sits your 2010 Toyota Corolla. It’s not much to look at but it gets you from point a to b. Unfortunately, the check engine light is on and you have no idea how much longer your car will last. Maybe one day you will get a better car.
It’s a fifteen-minute drive to work and you huff getting out of the car. Your boss likes you at work an hour before your shift so he can go over the special guests who will be attending tonight. It’s an upscale restaurant that you work for but one you would never visit due to funds.
The group of staff members stand in the back as your manager speaks.
“Tonight is Friday night and we have a list of “A” list customers coming in. I need you all on your “A” game tonight. Remember our goal is to keep the customers happy.”
You fought the urge to roll your eyes with his last sentence. Your boss believed the customer came first and foremost. Which you believed in, because, depending on who they are some of these customers tip well.
He spoke a little more about business and an hour later he ended the meeting. You thank the heavens above that he was finished. Taking a breath you get ready for your shift.
At first, it was the usual slow afternoon crowd. You enjoyed the slow time but were anxious for the real crowd to roll in. The crowd filters in around five in the afternoon and you were busy working tables. Taking orders and bringing food out was stressful at times but you smiled through it all. Thankfully nothing was dropped.
At seven in the evening, you were informed that James “Bucky” Barnes had requested to sit in your section with his friends. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. The man was the CEO of a company in the heart of New York. He was well-mannered, benevolent, charming, and easy on the eyes. To say he was your favorite was an understatement.
Taking a deep breath in and out you head to a table in the back of the restaurant. Bucky likes his privacy, so this is where he would sit when he came here every week.
Approaching the table you see Bucky and two other men. When Bucky’s eyes look up from the menu he offers his million-dollar smile. His blue eyes gaze into yours for a minute before he greets you.
Smiling at him first then the other two, you ask for their drinks for the night. They give you their alcoholic drink of choice and you are off to grab their drinks. After a few minutes you return to the table and give each man their drink.
Bucky introduces you to his friends Steve and Sam. You shake their hands and smile at each one.
Sam blurts out, “You were right Buck. She is beautiful.”
You look from Sam to Bucky and see Bucky blush. Was he talking about you to his friends? Why would he, you’re just a waitress. You were nothing special.
Bucky looks at Sam with a dirty look. “Shut up.”
Bucky glances back at you and apologizes for his friend's behavior. Changing the subject, he quickly orders his food followed by the two men. You smile at Bucky before you head to the back to put their order in. As you leave you hear the men mumbling to one another. Hopefully, whatever’s going on doesn’t involve you. The last thing you want to be is a butt of a joke to the one customer you enjoy.
You continued to serve other customers in between grabbing Bucky’s table more drinks and eventually their food. The night seemed to be going well until your ex-fiance showed up with a couple of his friends. The greeter was leading them into your section as you cussed under your breath. The night just took a step in the wrong direction. You huffed a little before plastering a smile on your face and heading to your ex’s table.
“Good Evening gentleman my name is…”
John Walker interrupts you before you can say another word. “Yeah, darling, we know who you are. Why don’t you grab us some beers and be quick about it.”
“Sure thing,” you bite out.
You headed to the bar and grabbed the beer they liked. Taking your time you bring the beer to the table and place them on the table.
“Oh darling, why do you look so glum? Wait, don't answer that 'cause I don’t care.” John sneers. Making his friends laugh before you take his order.
As you turn to leave John grabs your arm. “Oh, don’t forget to keep the beers coming. Gotta work for that tip.”
At that moment Bucky turned his head to the right and saw John’s hand around your arm. Before he could get up to say anything, the man let you go and you quickly headed to the back/kitchen. You put in his order and then stepped into the hallway that led to the bathrooms to take a few breaths. You knew John was going to make your life hell and there was no doubt he would tip garbage. While you were trying to calm down Bucky stepped into the hallway with a sad smile.
“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay? It’s just I saw that man put his hand on you before you walked out of the dining area.”
Embarrassed, you covered your face briefly with your hands. “I can’t believe you saw that.”
Bucky gave you a small smile. “Hey, it’s okay. Do you know him or is he just a handsy customer that needs to be spoken to?”
You looked at Bucky and gave him an awkward smile. “He’s my ex-fiance, John Walker. He left me 6 months ago and ghosted me. He didn’t even give me a reason why he left. Gosh, I shouldn’t be sharing this with you, you're a regular customer here James.”
“Please call me Bucky. No need to be formal, sweetheart.”
“Bucky. Well, I should get back in there to do my job. Don’t need the manager mad at me for being back here.” You start to walk away and you look over your shoulder to see Bucky staring at you while smiling.
You get back in the dining room area and see John flag you down. Again, you huff but head over to the table.
“Where the hell were you? I told you to keep the beer flowing. Now be an obedient waitress and go get us more!”
Everyone in the restaurant turned around to look at you and John. People were whispering amongst themselves as you headed to the bar to grab more drinks for the table. Tears started to form in your eyes at the embarrassment that John was causing. He was trying to cause a scene and so far he’s been successful at it. You took a deep breath and headed back to the table where you switched the empty cups for the new ones. Walking away before he could say a word you turned your attention to Bucky’s table. You see they are almost done eating and ask, “Do you gentlemen need any boxes to go?”
Bucky puts his fork down. “I’m good. Steve and Sam, do you need one?” Both men shake their heads saying ‘no thanks.’ Bucky flashes his smile at you. “How about another round for us when you get the chance? No rush, sweetheart.”
You smile back at Bucky and head to the bar area.
After you leave the dining area Bucky hears who he now knows is John talking about you. He doesn’t like the sound of the conversation or how vulgar it’s about you. His hand is making a fist on the table and both his friends can see the vein in his neck twitch from the anger that is building. Bucky doesn’t want to cause a scene but this man and his friends are being obnoxious at this point. The other diners listen in as John talks loudly about you. Bucky looks Steve and Sam in the eyes before he stands up to go to John’s table.
Bucky walks over to the men at the table and smirks. “Good evening, gentlemen. I just wanted to come over here and say the whole restaurant can hear your disgusting conversation about the nice waitress who is serving you. How about you drink your beer in peace and leave her alone.”
John stands up and is nose-to-nose with Bucky. “How about you mind your fucking business and go back to your table?”
“Or what…?” Bucky cocks his head to the side and stares him down.
John turns a shade of red and starts to poke Bucky in the chest. “Or else I take your sorry ass outside and shut you up.”
Bucky laughs out loud. “I honestly would love to see that.”
You come back from the bar with drinks in hand and see the men causing a scene. You spot Bucky and the other men, who are now all standing, and place their drinks on an empty table. You walk quickly over to the men and try to separate them.
“John, Bucky, this is a restaurant. Whatever has been said just let it go or I’m going to ask that you leave.” Bucky takes a few steps back and keeps staring the man down.
John’s blue eyes are cold as he looks at you. “Why don’t you shut up and leave the men to the conversation?”
“John, I'm asking nicely for you to stop or else I will have you removed from this establishment. No excuses, sit down or leave.”
John swiftly grabbed his beer and started to chuckle. “Women. They just don’t know how to listen.” Walker turns to you and spills his glass of beer over your head causing you to shriek.
That was all Bucky needed to see before he punched John in the face, causing him to fall backward. The two other men jumped out of their seats and before they could swing at Bucky, Steve and Sam punched each man. Patrons were screaming over the fight and other waiters and waitresses were trying to calm them down. Within seconds the manager rushed into the room and started shouting at all six men who were going at it. The manager made his way into the middle of the pack and he was yelling he was going to call the cops. That made the men separate real quick.
“Pay your bills and leave this establishment!” The manager yelled at them. Your manager looked at you covered in beer and made a disgusted face. “And you are fired. I want you out of here now.”
“Wait, please I didn’t do anything.” You started to panic but your boss pointed toward the exit.
“They were your customers and clearly you know them. Guilty by association in my book.”
Your tears finally fell down your face as you were screwed with no job and the rent was due next week. “Please, sir, I’m begging you…”
John starts to mimic you as he tosses down bills on the table. “Please, sir, what? He doesn’t want you around anymore like I don’t. You’re a pathetic piece of trash who whines too much.”
Bucky was about to punch John again when Steve and Sam started to walk him back to their table to pay. As each table was paying their tabs you walked into the back to get your purse and leave. You walked through the hallway and glanced over to the men who were now leaving.
Great.
You hurried along and headed to your car. John left with his friends and they laughed about what happened.
“Hey, sweetheart, wait up!” Bucky called after you.
There would be no seeing him ever again after what just happened. You wiped at your tears as Bucky reached you. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “Sorry Bucky I really should be going.”
“I know but first I wanted to give you your tip in person.” He hands you two hundred dollars. “I know it’s not much but I want you to take my business card with you. I have a possible opening if you’re interested in it. We can talk tomorrow over lunch if you want. See if it’s right for you or not.”
You held his money and business card in your hand. With bills due in a week what would the harm be? You knew he was a kind-hearted and generous man. “Yeah, that sounds fine. Which number do I call on here?”
“Oh right.” Bucky chuckles. He takes the card from you and writes his cell number on the back of the card. “Here, now you can text me when you are ready tomorrow.” He hands you back the card.
“Thank you, Bucky for the money and card. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turn back around and walk to your car. Getting in you turn it on and slowly drive away. In your rearview mirror, Bucky is standing there watching you drive out of sight.
He is hopeful that you will be interested in taking the job. He’s watched you for months and knows the kind, caring woman you are. Bucky walks to his expensive car, gets in, and drives home.
Fifteen minutes later when you arrive at your apartment you strip out of your clothes so you can shower. Under the warm water, you think back to how John was acting. This was his normal behavior so you were glad he left you when he did. The guy was a total jerk. As you continue to wash your mind shifts to Bucky. The man was charming and the best part was he stood up for you. No one has ever done that before. You wonder what kind of job offer he has for you as you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel.
You dry yourself off and hang your towels up. You change into a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt before you collapse on your back on the bed. What kind of job would a CEO have open for you? You were now unemployed and a full-time college student. Would the job be able to be flexible so you could continue your studies? First things first, you need to talk with him about it before worrying.
The next morning after your shower and morning routine you texted Bucky.
You: Hey Bucky, I was wondering when was a good time to meet with you today?
Bucky: Hi sweetheart I’m so happy you texted me. My noon is wide open so let's meet for lunch. I’ll have a driver come by your place and pick you up. Just text me your address and everything will be covered.
Thinking about being picked up made you a little nervous. What if the job interview didn’t go well? He would then know where you lived. On the other hand, you were still tired from not being able to sleep that much last night due to being fired. Of course, this could also be a test to see if you trusted him. You texted him your address and hoped to god he wasn’t some psycho.
Bucky: Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.
Well, now that you got that over with, you take your time getting ready. Since this felt like an interview you dressed yourself in a black pencil skirt that was just above the knee with a small slit in the side. Next, you pulled on a cute light blue blouse and you finished off the look with a pair of black heels. It wasn’t an expensive outfit but it will hopefully do for this meet-up. Your hair and makeup were perfect; striking the balance between natural and formal for your interview with CEO Bucky Barnes. You gave yourself a glance in the mirror one more time before you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys and headed for the front door.
You headed down the stairs and opened the front door. Sure enough, there was a black SUV parked at the curb waiting for you. A man got out of the driver's seat and walked around the vehicle to where you stood. He nodded to you and opened the back door. Taking a breath, you climbed into the back and waited as the driver climbed back inside. He pulled away from the curb and off you went to wherever Bucky had planned your lunch. It was a fifteen-minute drive from your place when the driver pulled in front of a fancy restaurant. There was no way you could afford to eat here but as you were pondering your choices, the man opened the door and helped you out.
Great, now you had to head inside to this beautiful restaurant in your clothes that would not fit into this type of place. Clutching your purse you walk inside to the restaurant. Light classical music echoed around you as you made your way up to the hostess with a nervous smile on your face. She looked you up and down, sneering at you.
“Can I help you?” She asked with faux-politeness, staring you down with cold eyes.
Feeling embarrassed to be there you took a step back. “Sorry, I must be at the wrong place.” You turn around to walk away and bump into Bucky.
He looks down at you and smiles. “There you are, sweetheart. I was wondering if you made it. I’m so glad you are here.” Bucky lightly wraps his arm around your back and makes his way to the hostess.
This time she is all smiles when Bucky stands before her. “Mr. Barnes, what an honor to see you today. Would you like your regular booth?” The woman looks at you, seeing his arm around your back and you can tell she is biting her tongue.
“Yes please, a table for two today,” Bucky states as the hostess leads the both of you to a booth in the far back.
Bucky waits for you to take a seat and he soon follows. You are both handed a menu and you start to glance through it. Seeing the exorbitant prices on the menu made your stomach instantly twist and turn. Biting your bottom lip Bucky can see the wheels turning in your pretty head.
“Don’t worry about the prices. Today is my treat as I asked you to meet me here.” He gives you a warm smile and makes you feel more at ease.
“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay or anything.”
“Sweetheart, I promise you have nothing to worry about today. Let’s just eat and talk.”
You nod your head. “Okay.”
Bucky’s blue eyes wander on your outfit for a moment and he smiles. “You look beautiful.”
“I don’t know about that. The hostess didn’t seem to like my outfit.” Your hands fidget as you look down at yourself.
Bucky reaches across the table and puts his hand on yours. “Well, she’s wrong. I’m telling you that you’re beautiful and as long as you feel it too that should be enough.”
You give him a shy smile. “Thanks, Bucky.”
The waiter comes over to take your order and to pour some wine that Bucky requested. Taking a sip of it made your taste buds explode in your mouth as you have never had wine like that before. The taste had you moan lightly and quickly you realized how silly you were acting. But Bucky was just staring at you with a smirk on his face.
Your lunch arrived a few moments later and you both made small talk as you ate. He talked about his day at work and how he had a few charity events coming up. You talked about schoolwork and working towards your dream career.
After you both were done eating Bucky smiled before he cleared his throat. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you here and not at my place of work to talk about a job I’m offering.”
“Yes, I’m very curious. What is it, a secretary job? I’m not sure how many words I can type per minute but I’m good at typing up reports for college.”
“No, it’s not like that, please let me explain. In my job I don’t have time to go out and meet women. I’m a very busy man with my job. Right now, I’m looking for some companionship to keep me company at work events, charities, and sometimes my travels.” Bucky was the epitome of confidence and giving you a reassuring smile as he spoke. “Someone who will be my shining light during these exhausting times. Someone kind, smart, funny and beautiful. In return, I would take care of that person financially. They would want for nothing.”
“So why not get an escort? I mean that’s what they’re there for. Why even have this conversation with me? I’m an unemployed college student. Why even come to me with this?” You didn’t know how to feel about this conversation you were having with Bucky.
Bucky leaned forward and smiled. “First I don’t want an escort. Second, you meet all the qualities I’m looking for in a companionship or, in layman's terms, a sugar daddy relationship.” Bucky paused for any reaction before continuing. “We already know each other, which is a plus. I enjoy being around you. So why not?”
You stared at him, speechless. Not knowing what to make of this sugar-daddy relationship. What the hell is that? Is this the kind of job you want? What would people think?
“When you say you would take care of someone financially what does that mean?” Curiosity was getting the better of you.
“I would take care of your rent and all your monthly bills. That includes your tuition as well. I would give you a monthly allowance so should you need anything you have money to do it. I would also bring you clothes shopping to update your wardrobe. You will need dresses to attend events with me. You will want for nothing and all I’m asking in return is your companionship.”
You pondered what he just said. “All of that just for a sugar daddy relationship? What about sex?”
“Do you want sex to be involved?” Bucky asked, his eyes never strayed from yours.
“No, I mean is it required?” Now you thought you sounded like a fool but you needed to know if you were going to be a whore to him or not.
“I’m not seeking that but if down the road you want to we can talk about it then. I’m just looking for friendship and a companion. Nothing more.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “When do you need to know? Like, can I think about this?”
Your nerves were getting the better of you. Because of John, your trust issues had blown through the roof. This sounded too good to be true.
Bucky smirks at you. “Take all the time you need. But in the meantime let me help you with your rent and bills that are due next week. No strings attached I promise.”
You were going to be short on money next week so you nodded your head in agreement. “Okay, thank you Bucky. Give me a couple of days and I will reach out to you through text.”
The waiter came over with the bill and sure enough, Bucky paid for the entire meal. You just watched him as he stood and held a hand out for you. After getting out of the booth Bucky once again walked with his hand on your back until you reached outside. The same SUV from earlier pulled into the curb in front of you. Bucky opened the door for you and kissed your cheek gently.
“Whatever you decide I will be fine with. Now, go focus on your school work and I’ll head back to the office.”
“Okay, Bucky. Thank you for lunch. I had a great time.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
You climbed back into the SUV and gave Bucky a small wave as it peeled away from the curb, leaving him smiling after you. Again, you drove in silence and after the short drive, you finally reached your apartment. Once inside you changed into leggings and a T-shirt and flopped onto your bed.
You knew for sure you liked Bucky and thought he was handsome. You also knew what kind of man he was; kind, caring, protective, and smart just to name a few. This was going to be a big decision to make and you’re gonna need all the time to make it.
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
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Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
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You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
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You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
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You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
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You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
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Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
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Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
***Check out my Masterlist! Wanna join my Taglist? Follow me & make sure you are listed as 18+ ***
You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
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You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
***Check out my Masterlist! Wanna join my Taglist? Follow me & make sure you are listed as 18+ ***
You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
***Check out my Masterlist! Wanna join my Taglist? Follow me & make sure you are listed as 18+ ***
You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
***Check out my Masterlist! Wanna join my Taglist? Follow me & make sure you are listed as 18+ ***
You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
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Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
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Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
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You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
Tags: middle school teacher AU, angst, fluff, implied smut, mild abandonment, mentions of alcohol
AO3 Link
Summary: Pedro had plenty of regrets about the decision he made a year ago to take a job at a private school in a different state– because it meant leaving you behind.
A/N: I'M BAAAAAAAAACK! Let's kick off the summer with a fluffy Pedro fic!
Created For: anyfandomaubingo (Free Space) // anyfandomfluffbingo (Free Space)
***Check out my Masterlist! Wanna join my Taglist? Follow me & make sure you are listed as 18+ ***
You recognized the voice as soon as it called your name, instantly turning around in surprise. “Pedro?” You hadn’t seen the man in over a year, not since he moved away after taking a job offer out-of-state. “What are you doing here?”
He didn’t have the courage to admit the real reason. “I was just in the neighborhood,” he lied, looking you over in awe. “Thought I’d drop by… You look great, by the way.” Not a day had passed while he was gone that he hadn’t thought of you.
“Thanks, same to you… How’s the new gig? Private school, right?” you tried to make small talk, nervously glancing around the venue of the fundraiser you were attending.
“Yeah, yeah… It’s good…”
You could tell it must not have been everything he thought it would be, otherwise he’d be raving about it and rambling your ear off with stories immediately. “Sounds like it,” you teased sarcastically. “Well, I’m going to find my table. I’m sure I’ll see you later…”
Feeling like an idiot, you practically ran away from him to make your way to your seat. You’d had the biggest crush on him while you worked together, and your students had constantly teased you about it– thankfully never in front of him.
What you didn’t know was that his students had done the same with him, and that they had started a running bet around the middle school about when the two of you would get together; a bet which everyone lost when he moved away without anything ever happening between the two of you.
He found you a second time that night at the bar, slightly startling you this time. “Can I buy you another drink?” he offered from right behind you.
You slightly leaned back, almost letting yourself relax into him for a moment before pulling yourself forward again. “Now how could I say no to that?” you said with a smile as you glanced back at him. You’d been fairly close friends at work before he moved away, so he wasn’t unfamiliar– in fact, you’d probably missed him more than you’d care to admit. But it wasn’t like you had talked much in the past year.
“You’re sure you don’t hate me?” he asked after giving the bartender your orders. He had plenty of regrets surrounding leaving.
A scoff made its way from your lips and you got lost in his innocent eyes. “I could never hate you, Pedro. No one could ever hate you. You’re too sweet,” you told him honestly, feeling your heartbeat quicken with anxiety. “For example, just coming to this fundraiser tonight…”
He felt like you deserved to know. “About that…” The bartender came back with the drinks as Pedro trailed off.
You took your drink in one hand and placed the other on Pedro’s arm, silencing him further. “No hard feelings, I promise,” you told him, your touch lingering. For half a second, you thought about kissing him on the cheek before walking away, but quickly chickened out before making your way back to your table again.
Pedro found you again at the end of the night, calling your name and placing a hand on your shoulder as you were both exiting the building. “Wait… I just… Can I give you a ride home, maybe? So we can catch up?”
Caught off-guard by his offer, you couldn’t think of anything else to say besides, “Sure.”
A bright smile crossed his face, and he offered his arm for you to take. It was almost like he was never gone, the walk to his car and the ride to your house– talking to him was finally easy again, like it had been before he left. And about five minutes away from your place, he finally told you the truth. “So… I’m moving back…”
You could swear you almost broke your neck from turning to look at him so suddenly. “What?” you asked in shock. Why wouldn’t he have mentioned that before?
“I’m coming back, I… I’m renting an apartment for now, and subbing until I find something more permanent…”
“You’re coming back? That’s great!” you couldn’t hide your excitement at the thought of getting your best friend back, even if he wasn’t still working at the school with you. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Would you believe me if I said I wanted to surprise you?” he asked shyly while you glared daggers at him. “Fine, fine, I don’t have an excuse… I’m sorry…”
“It’s okay… I guess I could have reached out more, too…” you said as he pulled into your driveway. “Thanks for the ride home.”
“My pleasure. I’ll walk you up,” he offered, turning the car off and getting out to open the door for you.
“Thanks,” you said as you got out, getting your keys ready as he walked you to your front door. “I really am glad you’re back,” you murmured before leaning in for a goodnight hug.
“Me too,” he breathed as he returned your embrace. He almost didn’t want to let go when you pulled away, but the reassurance that he would see you again soon helped him.
It felt like it took you ages to get your key to unlock your front door, and just before you went inside you heard Pedro say your name again.
As soon as you turned to look at him, he reached up to place his hands on your cheeks and pulled your face to his for a kiss, which of course you instantly melted into.
Only when he pulled away after a moment did you realize that you weren’t imagining things. “What was that for?” you asked in a whisper.
“Oh, I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he admitted. “Better than I ever imagined.”
-Two Years Later-
You were relaxing in a lounge chair on the beach, the sun shining down on your bare skin while you waited for your new husband to come back with the cocktails he had gone off to go get. A few minutes later, you felt his shadow over you and looked up at him with a smile. “Hey, handsome. Come sit with me,” you greeted him, scooting up in your chair to make room for him to sit behind you.
He did as you asked and handed you one of the drinks, nestling the other into the sand beside him so he could pick up the sunscreen and massage another layer into your skin. “Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my beautiful wife?”
Hearing him call you that still felt so new, it made you giggle. “I am now that you’re back. What’s the plan for tonight?”
“Well, I got us early reservations at that restaurant that looks really fancy.”
“Early?” you wondered, looking back at him.
Smirking, he murmured in your ear, “So we can spend the rest of the night making love.”
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