“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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He needs you, more than he’s ever needed anything in his life.

Your behaviour continued for most of day, taking every opportunity to can to rile him up. But everything comes to a head at dinner. You can’t seem to keep your eyes off him. To anyone else, it looked like the affectionate gaze of someone deeply in love. But to Bucky, it was the last straw as he watched you draw your bottom lip between your teeth before taking a sip of your wine.

“Bite your lip once more, I dare you.” Bucky leans over to whisper in your ear, and you have to force yourself to hold back the whimper that sits in your throat at his words, “You think you’re so smart, riling me up so you can get what you want. But I’m thinking of every single way that I could punish my little slut.”

With that he leans away from you, actually ignoring you completely as he turns to talk to Sam. You take another fork-ful of the food on your plate, about to put it in your mouth when you feel the distinct sensation of Bucky’s hand making its way up your thigh.

His hand finds it’s way between your thighs, meeting your bare core, and you hear his breath hitch at the surprise you were going to show him later. He’d never been like this before. He wasn’t the type of person to want to claim you in front of other people. You were his, and he never wanted to share you with anybody. You know his eyes are on you as his stare burns into your skin, and when you turn to meet his gaze, you see the pure desire to ruin you that shimmers so darkly in his eyes.

Oh, you were so fucking done for.

“No panties?” he whispers seductively against your ear, a smirk tugging at his lips as your hips move of their own accord at the feeling of his fingers delicately running through your folds, “You really have been a naughty girl today.”

You open your mouth to respond, to say anything in your own defense, but all you let out is a soft groan, disguised as a choke on your breath, as he plunges two fingers deep inside your quivering pussy. Your walls pulse around his fingers on instinct, begging him for more even when you couldn’t say the words.

He takes his time, maintaining conversation around the table and biting back a smug smirk as you try to do the same. You’re gripping the table tightly enough to leave the indents of you’re nails as he brings you right to the edge, just to stop moving right when he feels you about to cum for him.

“You know you’re mine, I’m not letting anyone else see you cum,” you don’t even have to turn to look at him to know he’s smirking. He’s absolutely thriving off this. Getting a kick out of making you desperate for him in front of all your friends, “You either hold it for me, or you make an excuse to get us out of here.”

He delivers his words with a harsh pinch of your clit, and you let out a soft yelp at the sensation, jolting a little in your seat, and suddenly all eyes are on you.

“Are you all right, Y/N,” Steve asks, concern written over his innocent face as he faces you from across the table. How could someone so innocent be best friends with the man who was currently fingering you under the tabe, “You look a little flushed.”

“Y-yeah, I’m okay,” Bucky curls his fingers right as you open your mouth to speak, the smug bastard reaching up with his other hand to check the temperature of your forehead, faux concern painting his features, “Just got a little headache.”

“Must be worse than a little headache doll, you’re burning up,” he swipes his thumb over your clit as his other hand cups your cheek, “Maybe we should get you up to bed?”

“Yeah, maybe that’s best,” you agree, barely holding in your whimper when his fingers slip from inside you, leaving you feel incredibly empty in their absence, “Sorry to ruin the mood.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Natascha dismisses your apology with a wave of her hand. Something glimmers in her eyes as she watches Bucky help you to your feet, and the way that she winks at you tells you that she knows exactly what’s going on, “You go get some nice rest.”

“Thanks,” your voice is shaky as Bucky leads you from the room, your knees feeling like they could buckle at any second from how pent up you feel.

The ride up the elevator is silent, almost too silent, and you can just tell that Bucky is thinking of all the ways he can fuck you senseless. The thought excited you, the idea of having to bend to his will, doing whatever he commanded until he forgave your bratty behaviour. It was the exact reason you got yourself into these situations. Riling him up always brought you to another type of euphoria that you couldn’t quite describe, and you loved seeing him all desperate and pissed of at you.

He walks into your shared bedroom first with you following him closely behind. You turn to shut the door, and suddenly you feel his weight against you. In mere seconds you find yourself pinned helplessly to the door. Your back pressing against his broad chest as he chuckles darkly in your ear.

“You’ve been such a little slut today, haven’t you?” he practically growls in your ear, taking your earlobe between his teeth and biting down sharply, causing you to cry out at the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure, “But I think you’re fun is over, kitten.”

“Oh I think it’s only just getting started,” you quip sarcastically, giggling when he lets out a deep growl of frustration.

“You talk a big game, little girl. But both of us know that you always do exactly what I want when my cock is deep inside that little pussy of yours,” he coos into your ear, taunting you with a gentle grind of his hips into yours, teasing you with the feeling of his hardness pressing against your ass. His hands on your hips stop you from grinding back into him, “Do you think you deserve my cock after the way you’ve acted today?”

“N-no,” your voice waivers, tears resting behind your eyes at the thought of being denied his touch, letting out a sob of relief when he presses himself tighter to you.

“That’s okay, then you just gotta earn it, little girl,” his words make you whimper. They ignite a fire deep in your belly that has you standing obediently still and waiting for him to tell you what to do as he shucks off his pants and moves to sit on the edge of the bed.

He beckons you to him, looking at you the way a lion would its prey. He swears you never looked sexier than you did in this moment. Your skin flushed with your arousal, hair slightly tousled, dress hiked up a little to display your gorgeous thighs. He almost cursed the fact that you had basically begged all day for a punishment, because right now, all he wanted to do was fucking worship your body until you couldn’t think of anything other than his name and the pleasure coursing through you.

Either way, worshipping you or punishing your bratty behaviour, he’s still going to make sure you’re feeling him for days. He takes your hand gently, a reminder that he’s always here behind this act. Sure he could be stern and sometimes a little degrading, but he always took strides to remind you that it was just an act. You got the soft side of Bucky reserved all to yourself, and that’s why you loved pushing his buttons. You liked to see how he reacted to you pressing on all the right nerves until he bent you over his knee or fucked you until you couldn’t breathe.

“What’s your colour, little girl?” his voice is soft, soothing you as your heart leaps in your chest in anticipation.

“Green,” you whimper back immediately, rubbing your thighs together as he presses a soft kiss to the back of your hand, “So fucking green.”

“Good girl,” he praises, guiding your hand down to meet his hard cock, hissing at the contact of your skin on his as you wrap your fingers around his shaft, “Now, this cock isn’t going to suck itself.”

Smirking at his request you gladly sink to your knees, looking up at him through hooded lashes as your tongue darts out to swipe over his leaking tip. You can taste his precum as it drips from his achingly hard cock, making you moan and take his head between your lips, desperate to take as much of him as you can. To feel as much of him as you can.

“Oh fuck, baby, just like that,” his praises send warmth straight to your core, but you don’t dare reach a hand between your thighs. Even after today, you know that pushing another button is a step too far, “Suck my cock, little girl, fuck it feels so good!”

You’re hand works the part of him that your mouth can’t reach, your other hand coming down to roll his balls between your fingertips, coaxing him closer and closer to orgasm until he can’t take it anymore and he quickly pulls your mouth off his cock, a string of your own saliva connecting you to his swollen tip as you draw in a greedy breath.

“Fuck baby, any more of that smart little mouth of yours and this would’ve been over way too quickly,” he chuckles as he effortlessly lifts you to your feet, picking you up and settling you on the mattress, a dark glint in his eyes as he takes in your naked and submissive form beneath him, “Let’s see if you can keep being my good girl. Get on your hands and knees, now.”

With a soft whimper, you do exactly what he says, arching your back to give him the perfect view of your glistening pussy. You can’t help but smile at the soft curse he lets out at the sight of your pussy on display for him.

“Oh little girl, I’m going to fucking ruin this pretty little pussy,” his fingers move between your thighs, his other hand moving around to your front to cup one of your breasts in his hand. He massages the soft flesh as his other hand collects your wetness, teasing you beyond the point of delirium as you buck your hips backwards in search of his touch.

“Oh, baby, does that feel good?” he mocks as he swirls his thumb around your sensitive nipple before moving to do the same to the other. You let out a surprised yelp when he pinches at the sensitive skin, making him chuckle darkly, “You’re nipples are so sensitive today.”

His mocking tone other makes you wetter, and he groans as he feels a new wave of slick coat his fingers. Something in him snaps, and within seconds, his cock is buried balls deep inside of you. He doesn’t stop to give you the chance to adjust to his girth, splitting you open on his cock with each powerful thrust that threatens to make your knees buckle beneath you. It feels too good. He feels too good, and you find yourself tumbling towards the edge into bliss already, your high only seconds away when his hips suddenly cease their movements.

“Oh, no baby, it’s not gonna be that easy,” he coos condescendingly in your ear, “I’m gonna edge this pretty little cunt until you can’t take it anymore, how about one ruined orgasm for every time you teased me today, what is that, 8?”

You sob, actually sob at the thought of him edging you 8 times, not being able to cum on his cock as he slowly ruts into you again. You can already feel the stirrings of your orgasm burning in your lower belly, the coil threatening to snap already and Bucky can tell. But he doesn’t stop. He keeps grinding in deep into you, hitting all of your spots just right.

“B-bucky!” you beg, for what you’re not sure. For him to slow down so you could climb down off that edge and escape further punishment. For him to keep going and let you cum around his thick cock, “Gonna cum, please!”

“Hold it,” he demands, his voice deep as his hand snakes underneath your quivering body to toy with your clit, making you gasp at the sudden contact. Your release was building with each passing second, the pleasure he was giving you was too much, and you couldn’t stop it if you wanted to, “Be my good little girl and hold it like I know you can.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing, rubbing your clit faster as his cock grinds over that special spot inside you that has you screaming his name as you cum hard. Your vision blacks out for a moment, stars clouding your eyes as he fucks you through your orgasm, his hips still rutting into

you even when you’ve come down from your high and you’re whimpering from the oversensitivity.

“Oh baby, you came,” he smirks, clearly proud of himself for sending you over the edge even when you tried your hardest to not cum. His fingers resume their furious pace on your clit, and he growls as you clench down hard on his cock as he groans out, “Guess that’s 9 times I gotta deny this little pussy.”

Andy cajoled you into joining him in the pool after sunset. You knew by the way he kept looking at you, he was up to something. Especially when he insisted that you wear his favorite bikini, the ones with the strings on the side.

The sky was fading to an inky black, the crescent moon hanging low. You step out into the backyard, the grass warm and dry beneath your feet.

You stop and your face burns when you hear a low whistle followed by a “damn honey.”

You’ll never get used to how man makes you feel, gorgeous and loved, all the time.

You look over to see him wearing a pair of black swim trunks. The band sitting low on his narrow his hips, his tattooed pecs bouncing as he rocks back on his heels.

You can’t help but ogle him as you stroll over to the edge of the pool.

He winks at you before bending his knees and flipping backwards into the crystal clear water with a large splash.

Giggling, you throw your hands ups when cold droplets spray over you. “Andy!”

He pops up with a wide grin on his face. He pushes his wet locks back as he floats towards you. “Cmon honey, the water is perfect.”

Andy’s deep blue eyes are even darker under the dim glow of the backyard lights. Your stomach drops when he says your name so deep and low, like it tastes good on his tongue.

You approach the edge and sit down, your skin prickling as you ease your legs into the water. “It’s freezing,” you shriek, splashing him with your foot.

Andy glides through the water with a laugh. He moves between your thighs, grabbing them with his cold, large hands. “It’s not that bad,” he chides playfully. “But I’ll warm you up.”

His passionate gaze connects with yours as he pulls the strings on your bikini. “You want me to warm you up?”

He smiles when he uncovers your pussy, his hands gliding to your inner thighs to push them apart. “Every part of you is so fucking pretty.”

Andy loves all of you, to him you’re beautiful beyond belief and you know he means it.

You gasp, startled when he pulls you down into the water, just enough so your waist is submerged.

You feel the cold water on your hot, throbbing pussy and then a sudden rush of warmth from Andy’s mouth. Oh god, oh fuck, oh fuck. His tongue moving through your folds until he reaches your clit. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.

You forget your outside, only able to focus on the man between your thighs. Andy is eating you out like you’re his favorite dessert. Soft deep kisses to your clit followed by long strokes of his tongue. S’good, he’s so fucking good.The coil forming a tight knot with each dip of his tongue.

He lifts his head, panting. His fingers quickly replacing his mouth, the wide rough pad of his thumb making you keen loudly as he strums your sensitive bud.

“Getting warm honey?” The words barely leave his plump lips before he’s diving back down.

He places his lips around your clit and he sucks. Hard. A blinding white light sears your vision, a thin, high moan followed by a chant of Andy and don’t stop, dont stop.

He doesn’t.

He pulls you closer, furiously licking and sucking until he feels you jerk and tense, your thighs locking around his head, water splashing violently. Your climax spiraling through you taking you higher and higher as he continues until you sag in his arms.

Andy pushes you back to the wall of the pool with a smirk. “Warmed up?”

You gasp, still a little disoriented. “Yeah.”

He spins you around, putting your hands on the edge and he slides his cock between your swollen folds. “Good, now you’re going to be a good girl and warm me up.” He says, thrusting into your snug, heat.

Your needy sobs echo across the backyard as he stretches you, starting a rapid pace that sends sensations through your entire body.

A simple, “upstairs Princess.” and you’re turning away from the kitchen and walking to the staircase. “Been waiting for you.” His deep voice floating down to you, comforting and smooth.

Rolling your shoulders, you grasp the railing leading to the second floor and pull yourself up the stairs. Your aching feet protesting with each step as you trudge to the bedroom.

Shoving the door open, you see Ransom sprawled over the sheets.

He’s a mouthwatering sight. A tempestuous Greek painting come to life.

One long leg bent, the other stretched across the bed, an arm flung behind his head as he bites into a lavender macaron. Your lavender macaron, you only had one left, ugh forget it, you knew better than to leave it behind this morning.

He shifts his weight to one elbow, the pair of small burgundy silk boxers clinging to his muscular thighs spread tight over his prominent bulge.

“What’s wrong, princess?” His soft tone a juxtaposition to the gleam in his stormy blue eyes which you miss because you're mesmerized by his hand drifting over his abs. "Talk to me."

Tearing your gaze away from his broad, chiseled chest, you launch into your rant. Ransom is uncharacteristically quiet, nodding encouragingly as you pace around the room. He finishes his cookie and brushes a stray crumb off his abs before standing up.

You’re so caught up in venting about your boss, that one fucker who keeps messing with you for no damn reason that Ransom is able to undress you between murmuring sympathetically. The small throaty noises emitting from his throat encouraging you to continue as he unbuttons your shirt.

By the time you get to how you’re shouldering the brunt of the work with none of the credit, he as your skirt pooled around your feet.

You sputter to a stop when he hooks his thumbs under the band of your panties and slides them down. You look down bemused when you realize you’re naked and so is he. Tilting your head, you glare at him. “Are you even listening to me?”

He cranes his head back and grins, an almost boyish smile that has you smiling back at him. “I heard every word, Princess.”

Warm hands caress your calves and his tongue flicks out to wet his bottom lip. “You can keep talking or I can fuck the stress out of you.” He offers with a wink that has your knees buckling.

You pause, your teeth pulling your bottom lip into your mouth. You could use a good stress reliever. Ransom decides you’re taking way too long to decide if you want his cock or not, he’s insulted you’re not already on your knees begging for a taste.

His large, very warm hands slide up to your thighs and cup your ass. A firm, powerful squeeze makes you whimper, he brings his face to your mound and he inhales you, the soft sound ending in a vulgar moan. A shiver wraps down your spine when he looks up at you, lust fanning across his blue eyes.

“Fuck me.” You breathe out, “Need you so bad, Ransom.”

“I know.”

“Ran-.” Before you can roll your eyes, he has you on top of him. Your hands splayed across his chest, a gasp forming in your throat when he lines himself up, that first thrust into your body is something you’ll never get used to, your walls burning and stretching as Ransom guides you down his thick cock. You feel so full as you take every inch.

“Fuck yourself on my cock and feel better Princess.” You can’t lie, you love it when he tells you what to do, under any other circumstances his arrogant tone would make you fire off a snappy retort, but he rolls his hips just a little, and fuck, all thoughts go out your head with that first deep push into you.

He doesn’t have to ask you again because you want him too bad right now to tease. The way he’s looking at you makes you feel wild and beautiful. You meet his powerful strokes, your nails digging into his chest as you bounce on him. You forget about everything but how deep he is with each frantic snap of your hips. Intense sensations pulsating through you as he fucks you. God, he may be an asshole, but he can make you feel things no other man can.

“Hey princess,” He grunts, his hands moving to your hips. Ransom licks his lips, knowing he’s about to get the ride of his life. Your tight cute little pussy feels good but he knows how to make it feel even better.

“Mmph,” you moan in response, losing yourself in your pleasure. Shit, you already getting close. You just need him to do that one more time-

“Maybe if you did a better job, your boss wouldn’t have to yell at you princess.”

“What?” Your eyes snap open and you freeze. Your hands twitch on his chest, your thighs burning as you hold yourself up.“Ex-excuse me?”

Ransom’s eyes flicker down between your bodies, only the head of his cock in your cunt, the rest of him covered in your slick, he smiles up at you, a flash of pearly white teeth, his brow raised as he repeats his statement. Your orgasm fades as you stare down at his handsome face. His grip tightens on you and he shrugs one broad shoulder. “It sounds like you need to step up and be a team player.”

Your mouth flounders open. Frustration and rage boil in your chest, you search for words, finally spluttering out an indignant. “What the fuck did you say?”

Narrowing your eyes, you press your nails into his skin, slowly shaking your head. “Stop it.”

His smile widens, and you know he’s about to say something horrid. His smile widens and he grabs your waist and pushes you down. Ransom states, ever so casually, “See that right there is probably why your boss is hard on you.”

Your chest heaves, it’s getting harder to control your anger, you don’t even realize that you're clenching down on his cock.

Ransom does.

Ransom almost groans when you throb around him, your hot, silky walls wrapped around him so fucking tight. He knows you’re livid. He knows.

Ransom raises his head off the pillow. “You don’t listen. Maybe if you did, your boss wouldn’t have to repeat-”

You lose it, shrieking and pushing at his chest. You buck your hips, trying to twist off him, frenzied, desperate movements that cause your pussy to slide up and down his throbbing cock.

“That’s its princess.” He mutters under his breath, his head falling back.” Shit, you feel fucking fantastic” Ransom spouts off more suggestions on how you can do better, his fingers digging into your hips, keeping you on his cock as you fight him. The more you try to get off, the harder and faster you ride him. Your pussy gets wetter and wetter the more he degrades you.

“Good girl,” he groans softly, with a sharp slap to your ass.

You rake your nails down his chest. Leaving angry red trails down his skin as you try to lift your hips, he brings you back down with a wet smack that has your head spinning, you’re unable to contain your thin, high wail when he hits your soft spongy spot. Fuck him, he does it again, and yes fuck him.

Incredible sensations pulse through you, your mouth opens in a wordless scream as he keeps hitting that spot so good and hard, his swollen head brushing over it again and again. Your breath hitching in your chest, belly tensing as you get closer and closer-

“See, practice being quiet just like that and you might do better at your job,” he taunts breathlessly, his glowing blue eyes studying your face. Ransom plants his feet on the bed, waiting for the words to register.

“Let go you piece of shit.” You glare down at him, sneering, “Hugh, you piece of shit- oh godohfuck.”

Ransom thrusts up into your dripping cunt, angling just right, so fast and deep you shriek. “Oh fuck, oh fuck you, fuck you.”

He may be an ass but the way he moves inside you has coils firing rapidly in your belly, pleasure swirling hotter and hotter until you snap. Your orgasm washing over you as you cry out his name. Your walls fluttering and milking his cock as you mindlessly grind down.

You cry out, holding your fist against your mouth. "S’good, fuck you s’good."

He's not going to admit it but you're best he's had and damn he's going to have to get you worked up like this more often. You clench down again and he feels you coming apart and his body stiffens. Ransom loses his grip, his hands sliding down to your thighs, his pace erratic as he chases his own high until he spills in you, warmth filling your spasming core.

You fall on his scratched, sweaty chest, wishing you had marked him up more.

“You are the worst boyfriend,” you pant in his ear, smiling at his hiss when you press your nail into one of the red trails you created.

He knows.

"Yeah, hopefully this one actually goes decent. Now what do you need?"

He turned so his back was to you and pulled his shirt off. "This place on my scar is all itchy. Does it look irritated?"

This hadn't been the first time he'd asked for you to inspect a spot on his jagged scar. Although for the first month he'd make it a point to cover it, not wanting to freak you out.

Whether that be with a towel thrown over his shoulder, wearing a shirt, or just

Until that day you had came home early from work to Bucky standing in the kitchen shirtless. He had expected you to immediately look at the cluster of scar tissue on his shoulder and never see him the same. Instead, you had just greeted him like any other day; a warm smile that made his heart melt before blabbering about your day and asking him about his.

That's when he got more comfortable, walking around without a shirt or just in a towel after a shower. When your smile started making his heart melt even more than before.

You touched your fingers to a small red blotch on the spot where dark metal met skin and he shivered slightly, goosebumps forming on his skin. "Yeah, it is a little. Try putting lotion on it."

He sighed and turned to face you, looking down at your dress. "Who is this guy? Do I know him?" He said cocking an eyebrow at you. "I tried that stupid dating app you suggested." You exhaled, shrugging your shoulders.

Narrowing his eyes at you, he shook his head. "You're not going." He said folding his arms across his chest. You raised your eyebrows and copied his actions. "And whys that?"

"Because, I should've never told you to try it. Dating apps are full of weird people." He muttered, going over to your dresser. "Murderers, stalkers, creepy cat people."

He opened the drawer and pulled out some clothes to stuff into your hands. "Which is why, you're staying in with me." He smiled, sparkling white teeth flashing at you.

Rolling your eyes you put the clothes back in their spots. "If I don't go on a decent date for once, I'm going to end up a creepy cat person. Besides, not all cat people are creepy. Mrs. Lawrey is really nice."

"She's an exception." He nodded, following you towards your bedroom door and down the hall. "If it makes you feel better, I'll text you if he starts acting creepy."

He huffed a breath and grabbed your shoulders, spinning you around to look at him. "Fine, but, that means I get to come rescue my girl if he does."

You felt a slight blush creep your neck and moved away from him to slip your shoes on. "You're just saying that, because I pay half of the bills." You said, opening the front door.

"And you cook pretty good. Now, go on. Be safe." He teased, swatting at your backside as you walked out into the hallway. "Try not to break anything, please." You told him on your way down the hallway.

"Not making a promise I might break."

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The date had went horrible, one slip up and he said a few choice words to you before calling a cab to leave.

You swiped your fingertips under your eyes to erase any sign of crying before you got to your front door, wanting to avoid Bucky at all costs.

"Hey, dollface. Back already?" He said from the living room. "Yeah..." You mumbled back, trying to make a break for your bedroom to change.

Bucky could tell something was wrong by how you weren't rambling about everything that happened. "Oh, no you don't. Get back in here."

You exhaled and turned back around to look at him. "What, James?" You sighed, walking closer to where he was sat in a recliner. "What'd he do?" He said, narrowing his eyes at you. "Nothing, I'm fine."

"You're crying, I wanna know why. What'd he do?" You rolled your eyes at his stern voice and shook your head. "Just didn't go very well." You said, sucking in a deep breath.

They never did. As soon as you let one little fact slip, they'd high tail. You would've been better off staying home like Bucky had suggested.

Bucky's voice broke you from your self pity. "C'mere." His hand reached out to grab your wrist and tug you closer. "I'm not sitting on your lap, that's weird."

He scrunched his nose up and shook his head. "Doesn't have to be. Stop being a brat and let me comfort you."

Once you were sat on his right thigh with your side against him, he wrapped his arms around you and leaned his head back against the chair. "This should be our new bonding method. Feels like we're getting closer by the second."

You teetered your head back and forth, pressing your lips into a thin line. "Maybe because, I'm on your lap. That's pretty close."

A soft pat to your thigh and he was looking directly at you, blue eyes dancing back and forth in curiosity.

He wanted to know what made you so sad and torn up about one stupid date. "Tell me about it?"

You took another deep breath and he lifted his head so you could slip your arm behind his neck. "Every single time I go on a date, they mention sex. As soon as I tell them I'm a virgin they're gone. Tonight's was just extra rude about it."

His eyebrows creased together, hand moving to your knee. "You're a virgin? How?"

You looked at the ceiling, tapping a finger to your chin as if you were thinking. "Hm, could be from never having sex." You said the most obvious answer.

"No, I mean-" he huffed a laugh and gestured a hand over you. "Look at you."

You pinched his side and he narrowed his eyes at you. "I thought we told each other everything?" He mumbled, his lips turning down into a frown.

"No, James. You tell me everything. I don't tell you near as much." You said patting his chest, the chain of his dog tags cool on your palm. "You don't have to, I know a lot just by paying attention." He said, giving a nonchalant shrug.

"Now, explain, miss goody-two-shoes. Why hasn't anyone popped your cherry?"

You looked to your lap and pursed your lips. "When I was younger I never felt the need to lose it. Now, I can't seem to find a guy who doesn't want to have sex on the first date. I'm not losing it to someone I barely know."

When Bucky stayed silent you looked at him, he was chewing on the inside of his cheek and you could see the gears turning as he looked at you.

He wanted to offer his help, but didn't want to scare you away. That was the whole reason he hadn't said how he felt over the past couple of months.

Although, he wasn't sure how you never noticed. How you hadn't noticed the lingering touches and looks, everything he'd say.

You had waved it off as mindless flirting because that's how he played it off; as him being a flirt without any serious intentions.

"You're being quiet and it's weird. Say something." You said flicking the tip of his nose. "I'll do it. If you wanna lose it, I'll do it. I know a lot about you."

"Buck-" you shook your head, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying. "You can't be serious." You said breathing a soft laugh.

He nodded and his hand on your knee moved to the back of your thigh.

You felt heat rush to your cheeks as you looked at him, his strong features completely serious. "I'm gonna go to bed. Its late."

Just like Bucky thought would happen, he was scaring you away. "Wait- no, come back." He said as you pulled out of his grip and stood.

You shook your head and cleared your throat. "Nope, not coming back. I know you don't mean it because... You're Bucky and you say shit like that all the time, so..." You inhaled deeply and started towards the hallway. "I'm gonna go get ready for bed."

Bucky stood from the chair and followed after you. "Sugar, wait." He grabbed your wrist gently and tugged you towards him, nearly crashing you into his chest.

In a sudden movement, his hands held your cheeks and his lips engulfed yours, the abrupt motion causing you to stumble a step back; your hands flying up to grip the sides of his shirt.

The kiss was slow and deep, the taste of his minty toothpast flooding your tastebuds when he slipped his tongue pass your lips.

“Damn Buck, I still can’t believe you let that one get away.” Steve taunted as Bucky sipped his beer. Both men were sitting in the comfortable wicker garden furniture, drinking together and people watching the other guests at the party. It was your annual neighbourhood barbecue and truthfully, it was the perfect day for it. There was a light breeze but apart from that, it was stiflingly hot outside but that was to be expected in the middle of summer.

“Trust me, if you were married to her, you’d get it.” Bucky sighed, just a little hint of venom in his tone, downing what was left of his beer. Even Bucky had to admit, you were looking stunning. He couldn’t keep his eyes off you, the way that pretty little sundress made you look so modest and pure was killing him. You two had been married for a few years, with things getting rocky in the last few months. Bucky had been cold and distant, pushing you away, not answering your calls, giving you short answers and never turning up for dinner. Eventually things just broke down, despite your marriage councillor’s best efforts to get Bucky to open up. After one particularly bad argument a few weeks ago, you had packed up a bag and left, slamming the door behind you.

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“You don’t fucking try anymore Bucky! I do everything around this house and you don’t even bother to show up for dinner! I don’t know what I did to make you hate me but God, you’re really punishing me for it, aren’t you?” You had spat, finally reaching your breaking point when he hadn’t shown up on time for dinner for the sixth night in a row, leaving you eating alone yet again. “You don’t even touch me anymore, you hardly ever look at me, what did I do wrong?” You yelled, throwing the dishcloth to the ground in frustration. It was horrible not even being acknowledged in your own home, while you still slept in the same bed, you didn’t speak after the lights went out. All the dinners you made with love for Bucky sat in the fridge until you had to throw them out and with no explanation as to what was wrong, it was becoming soul destroying.

“Nothing, leave it.” Bucky had hissed, still not even looking at you.

“For God’s sake Bucky, it’s not ‘nothing’. Talk to me.” You pleaded, running a hand through your hair, at an absolute loss for what to do next. You had this argument weekly for the last few months, with nothing ever changing. It was always the same with Bucky, he just wanted you to drop it and leave him alone.

“Leave it, I mean it.” He insisted firmly, not budging an inch. His huge frame had almost been intimidating as he got up to leave the kitchen, running away from the conversation yet again.

“Bucky I’ve had it. I’m at my wits end. If you leave this kitchen, so help me God, I’m leaving you.” You threatened, tears spilling down your cheeks, both from frustration and the soul destroying pain of seeing the love of your life shut you down, once again. Bucky hadn’t spoke, he just kept walking down the short hall to your living room, slamming the door behind him. Unshed tears spilled quickly and you felt your heart break in your chest. How had things got this bad? Your vision was blurry with tears as you packed a bag, stuffing some clothes into a duffle roughly, with little thought or care as to whether anything matched. You could hear the TV blaring through the living room door as you gave one last glance to the room your husband was in, before turning and heading out the front door and getting in your car.

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“Still think you should’ve just talked to her. She was good for you Buck.” Steve offered, making the dark haired man furrow his brow even more than it was before.

“I spent enough of my life being controlled Steve, I didn’t need some nagging wife trying to control me too.” Bucky snorted with derision. Deep down, he knew he could’ve been more open and honest with you and he knew it would’ve saved both of you from a whole lot of heartache but he was in far too deep to admit his mistake now. The worst part was he knew everything you were doing had come from a place of love. You hadn’t been trying to control him but once he let his head get the better of him, there was no coming back from it.

“From where I’m sitting, it looks like she only ever tried to take care of you. The girl just wanted to make sure you ate properly for God’s sake. I don’t see why you let her leave you.” Steve’s disapproval of the circumstances of your breakup was more than evident. He didn’t even try to hide the fact he thought losing you was the biggest mistake Bucky had ever made. He would’ve been happy to keep his opinions on your separation to himself if it hadn’t been for the fact that he had witnessed first hand how miserable Bucky had been since you split, no matter how hard he tried to pretend he was fine. Bucky didn’t reply and opened another beer instead, pressing the cool rim of the bottle to his lips. His eyes hadn’t left you all evening, watching as you swayed happily with the hem of your sundress flowing around your knees. You had hardly even looked in his direction, truly seeming like you were thriving after your split. The thought of you moving on ate him up inside. He couldn’t help but wonder if you were seeing someone new, it had been almost a couple of months after all, you could’ve found someone else in that time. The thought of anyone else touching you was more than he could bear, making his knuckles of his flesh hand turn white from how hard he gripped the beer bottle.

You had made your way around most of the crowd at the party giving lemonade top ups before you decided you should probably offer some to your ex-lover to save face. The knot in your stomach pointed out exactly how you would rather do literally anything other than go over and make painful small talk with the man you had lost but you still loved with all your heart.

“Lemonade, boys?” You offered with a smile, only letting yourself look at Steve and not at the man who was still technically your husband.

“Yeah y/n, sounds great, doesn’t it Buck?” Steve encouraged, lifting his glass to let you fill it. Bucky only nodded in response, doing everything in his power to not look at your legs trying to stop wondering if someone else was spreading them these days.

“Here ya go Buck.” You smiled curtly, bending at the waist to fill his glass that he hadn’t even bothered to lift off the grass. Bucky drew in a sharp breath at how close you were to him and how your sundress rode up just a little, showing off those gorgeous thighs.

“Thanks.” He huffed when you straightened again, doing his best not to look at the little jiggle of your ass as you walked away, taking lemonade to another little group of neighbours.

“Christ Bucky, that was painful. You need to talk to her. Sort things out.” Steve insisted, noticing the little breath Bucky let out now that you were gone. In truth, he hadn’t even realised he was holding it.

“Yeah.” Bucky huffed out simply, leaving Steve unsure if he actually meant it or not.

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The rest of the party was pretty uneventful, you relaxed on a picnic blanket, chatting to some of the other ladies about the books you were all currently reading before helping with the dishes and clearing up. Almost everyone had went home already when their kids had got tired, drained from running around all afternoon in the summer heat. You had spent the best part of the last hour stretched out on the picnic blanket alone, just enjoying the light evening breeze, reading one of the books your neighbour had let you borrow.

“Buck if you don’t go talk to her, I will.” Steve threatened, noticing how Bucky was staring at you yet again.

“You wouldn’t.” The dark haired man hissed, eyes never leaving you. It killed him to admit how lost he was without you but the fear of you rejecting him, confirming his suspicion that you were doing just fine without him was more than he could handle.

“Try me.” Steve replied curtly, watching as his friend’s expression became even more annoyed. Bucky’s jaw was tense as he pulled himself up from the wicker chair, crossing the short distance to where you sat on the blanket.

“Can we talk?” Bucky asked as calmly as he could, his huge frame blocking the sunlight.

“I don’t know? Can we?” You replied, being as short with him as possible, stomach flipping with nerves at having to make awkward conversation for the first time in weeks.

“Maybe somewhere more private? Back home?” He suggested, ignoring how difficult you were trying to be. He knew you had every right to make this worse on him, it was his own fault after all.

“Fine.” You huffed, closing the book and standing up, dusting down the little skirt of your dress. Bucky led the way back to your house, only a few doors up from the little park that you had just spent the afternoon in. God you wished your heart could slow down, praying that he wasn’t just taking you back home to sign the divorce papers. You both walked in silence, Bucky unlocked the door and held it open for you, letting you walk inside and then closing it behind him. The house seemed exactly as it had when you left it and you were thankful for that at least.

“How’ve you been?” He asked softly, getting both of you a beer from the fridge, popping the cap off with his metal thumb. That had always been his favourite party trick. You took the bottle from him gratefully, settling into a chair at your kitchen island before taking a sip.

“Been busy.” You offered quietly. You knew you couldn’t say you were good, Bucky would’ve seen right through the lie. He just nodded, taking a sip from his own bottle.

“Missed you.” Bucky admitted, looking anywhere but your face. You didn’t say anything in response, just taking another sip from your bottle. There was so much you could’ve said, you missed him too, he could’ve called, things didn’t have to be like this but instead you kept your lips pressed tightly shut.

“You look good. Happy.” Bucky had barely whispered the last word, making you question whether he had even said it at all.

“And are you? Happy? Enjoying life as a single man?” You asked, giving him a little smile, heart breaking into a million pieces and just praying your eyes didn’t show it.

“No doll, I’m not. Miss having you around.” He seemed so much smaller, leaning against the other side of the kitchen island, beer resting on the dark granite countertop. “Miss waking up beside you, miss kissing you goodbye when you go off to work, miss your cooking.” He continued, finally daring to look you in the eye. The lump in your throat felt like it might consume you, tears welling in your eyes.

“You haven’t done any of that in months Buck. Even before we separated.” You pointed out.

“You with someone else now?” He asked, voice more than a little broken.

“No Buck, there’s no one else.” You reassured him, noticing how he stood up a little straighter. “Never wanted anyone but you. Thought you knew that.” His eyes seemed to light up at your little admission. He still had a chance. He could still win you back and spend the rest of his life making up for the fact he had been so damn stupid. Before he knew what he was doing, he had rounded the island and captured your lips in a searing kiss, hands clinging desperately to your hair. His huge thumbs caressed your cheeks and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. God you had missed this, the passion and need that came with loving Bucky Barnes. His mouth was hungry on yours, making up for months of longing all at once. He clung to you desperately, his mouth moving against yours like a man starved. You couldn’t help but melt into his touch, his huge frame warm and comforting and familiar against your own, making you feel tiny.

“Missed you. So much.” He panted between needy kisses, not even taking the time to pull his lips from yours as he uttered the words.

“Missed. You. Too.” You managed to mumble back, tugging on his belt loops to pull him impossibly closer. Before you knew it, Bucky had lifted you up, gripping your ass with his flesh hand before placing you gently on the kitchen island, his lips never leaving yours as he did so.

“ ‘m so sorry doll, for everything.” He whispered, his bright blue eyes showing just how sincere he was, slotting comfortably between your thighs.

“Make it up to me, Barnes.” You whispered with a little smirk, crashing your lips against his again, needing this just as much as he did. A low growl was ripped from his throat at how fiercely your tongue slid over his, the need to feel you again almost consuming him. His hands slipped under the skirt of your little sundress, grasping the soft skin of your thighs firmly, the metal one feeling cooler against your skin than the other.

“Shit baby doll, you’re absolutely dripping.” He hissed, snaking his flesh hand to the apex of your thighs, finding them slick already, your underwear had been soaked through long ago. You could only moan in response, holding the back of his neck, lips parted, as his finger tips ghosted over the soaked lace. “Look so pretty like this doll, so ready for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” His fingers barely teasing the thin material.

“You’re not in any position to tease Bucky.” You hummed, voice barely above a whisper. Looking dead in his eyes, you could see how badly he needed this, how he was thriving off the little moans and sighs he pulled from your lips.

“You’re right toots, bet you’ve missed these fingers. No one makes you cum like I do, not even yourself, isn’t that right? Bet even when you touched yourself it didn’t feel as good as when I do it. Your fingers just don’t make you feel as full as mine do.” You hated how every last one of his words had been right. He could play your body like a violin, knowing exactly how to coax orgasm after orgasm from you when he wanted to, leaving you with shaking legs and that fucked out look in your eyes that he loved so much. He pulled your underwear aside painfully slowly, trailing just one finger from your clit to your needy hole, before swiping back up again. His touch was still featherlight, only teasing but it was enough to drive you wild. Ever so slowly, he dragged his finger down your pussy once more, slipping it in you up to the first knuckle, connecting his plump lips with your neck at the same time. The light dusting of his beard scratching against your neck as he sucked you brutally, finger sliding deeper was almost too much. After each dark hickey he sucked, he made sure to soothe the tender skin with his tongue, pulling moans from you that were nothing short of obscene.

“Need everyone to know you’re mine. My wife.” He half groaned against your skin, admiring the dark bruises forming. He couldn’t help but love how you rutted against his finger desperately, needing more of him.

“Bucky please.” You pleaded, looking at him with that soft expression that made his heart melt.

“What do you need baby doll?” Bucky cooed, holding your face with his metal hand, curling his flesh fingers inside you until he hit that sweet spot you couldn’t reach on your own. He was truly obsessed with how your face warped into the perfect vision of pleasure, mouth falling open, eyes squeezing shut as he tore a groan from your bruised throat.

“Need more.” You managed to huff out, keeping your eyes closed, grinding helplessly against his hand. The sight of your plump, wet lips, parted ever so slightly as you rode his hand could almost have made him cum then and there.

“Anything for you toots.” He smiled, plunging a second finger into you, groaning at the stretch of your walls as you accommodated him. “Even tighter than I remember baby doll.” He praised. You could only whimper as his fingers flexed and curled within you, the wet sounds coming from your pussy were nothing short of obscene but that only fuelled him, making him work your body faster. “You’re so close toots, you wanna cum for me? You gonna be a good girl and cum on my fingers?” He coaxed, bringing his metal hand down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. You nodded weakly, letting him work your body in the way only he knew. “Who owns this little pussy?” He asked, feeling you reach your peak but stilling his fingers before you had a chance to fall over the edge, letting the sharp edge of you impending orgasm fade.

“You do Bucky! My pussy is yours!” You gasped, willing to do anything if it meant he would just let you cum.

“Damn right it is.” He growled lowly, lips finding his way back to your throat as he let his fingers continue bringing you blinding pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to send you spiralling into the most intense orgasm, your body tightening, clenching and gushing around his fingers. You practically screamed his name as you rode out your high, grasping his wrist and clamping your trembling thighs shut around his hands as he continued, tearing every last wave of pleasure from your body. “Fucking delicious baby doll.” He groaned, sucking the evidence of your orgasm from his fingers. You huffed out a little laugh, running a hand through your hair to steady yourself, leaning back on your other arm for support. “You’re like a fuckin’ wet dream sitting there, you know that?” He smiled, taking in the sight of his wife in her pretty little sundress, panties pushed to the side and thighs slick with arousal. “Hair all messy, cheeks flushed, pretty little pussy on display to the world.” His words sent a shiver down your spine, sparks of need shooting through your body. “Can’t believe how stupid I was to let you leave.” His tone got a little more serious, blue eyes full of regret.

“Hey, I’m back now. No harm done.” You soothed, opening your arms so he could slot himself between your thighs and hug you close. The scent of his familiar cologne was all you needed, little kisses peppered against your shoulder as Bucky buried his face in the crook of your neck. “Now take me to bed and fuck me like our marriage depends on it.” You laughed quietly, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“No pressure then.” He chuckled, scooping you off the counter and carrying you gracelessly to the bedroom, both of you laughing together as he did so. “You know, half of me wants you to keep that pretty little dress on.” He smiled, setting you down on the bed gently, layering his body of top of yours so he could press needy kisses to your lips.

“Oh yeah? And what does the other half of you want?” You teased, fingertips digging into his firm back.

“To rip it off you.” He replied simply, fingers playing with the hem of the skirt. “Gently though, want to make sure it stays in one piece. Looks so damn good on you, gotta show you off some more.”

“Make up your mind Barnes, you can’t have both.” You laughed, unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, pushing them down his legs.

“Take it off.” He decided, pushing his jeans the rest of the way down before pulling his shirt over his head. He watched hungrily as you rose to your knees on the bed, pulling the dress up over your head before letting it fall to the floor. “No bra? God, you really are a wet dream.” Bucky all but groaned, joining you on the bed, his lips sliding against your own as he pulled your underwear down your legs. You placed both hands on his firm chest, pushing him back onto the plush pillows, slotting one leg either side of him, leaving you straddling his waist. You couldn’t help but rut against him through his boxers. He felt absolutely huge, so long and thick, nestling perfectly between your folds. Little whines escaped your mouth as you lost yourself in pleasure, not even needing him inside you for him to make you feel incredible.

“Soaking me toots, you know that?” He growled in your ear and you gripped the headboard for leverage, practically humping his clothed cock. “Making such a fucking mess, little slut, you like soaking daddy’s cock like that? Like feeling how hard I get for you? Don’t you want more baby? Or is just Rockin’ against my cock like that enough to make you cum?” His hands gripped your thighs tight, helping you to slick him up.

“Need to fuck you.” You gasped out, finally pulling his boxers off and positioning yourself above him once more, sinking down onto his cock slowly. The stretch was almost unbearable, your eagerness to have him inside you conflicting with the pain of your walls fighting to accommodate him.

“Too big for you baby doll? Been too long since you took daddy’s cock, hmm? Promise you won’t ever have to go without it again. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you, promise.” His filthy growls only made you sink down onto him faster, despite the pain until he was fully seated inside you. “You wanna fuck daddy princess? Wanna see you use me. Use me to make yourself cum. Don’t worry your pretty little head about me, just want you to cum as hard as you can, you got it baby doll?” He asked softly, cradling your face in his metal hand as you began to rut back and forth, loving how his cock hit the deepest spots inside you.

“You feel so good, so big Bucky, you’re so big.” You sobbed out, feeling the head of his cock nudge that sweet spot deep inside you. Bucky thrust up into you harshly, making you yelp.

“Think you mean daddy, toots?” He teased, thumb placed on your chin to make you look down at him. He looked absolutely perfect underneath you, hair messy, wet tongue poking out to soothe the lips that you had assaulted earlier. His hand went back to your thighs, helping you grind messily on his cock.

“Need more daddy please. Need you to -ah- need to cum.” Your whines were practically cries at this point as Bucky slid two flesh fingers between your bodies, nudging perfectly against your clit.

“That’s it, good girl, get nice and full and fuck yourself against daddy’s fingers. Look so good like this for me angel, so so pretty. Stuffed full of cock and rutting on my fingers like a needy little slut. Such a pretty girl.” He praised, making you speed up. His fingers nudged your clit just right, making you mewl. Bucky began to press his fingers against your clit just that little bit harder, sending you reeling into your second orgasm of the night. Before you could even come down from your high, Bucky had flipped you, laying you on your back with him on top of you, fucking you roughly through the aftershocks. You were practically screaming for him as he thrust into you, making sure you felt every last inch of his cock. You were so overstimulated it almost hurt as Bucky fucked months worth of need into your body.

“Love you doll.” He whispered, not slowing down at all before sliding his tongue over yours, all passion and longing and need.

“Jesus, Buck, cum for me, please Bucky.” You whimpered, grasping at his back and shoulders, fingernails digging into his flesh.

“This pussy is mine.” He growled lowly, hips stuttering as he came with a long, drawn out groan, filling you completely. Cum dripped out of you before he could even pull out, marking you completely and utterly as his. After a few minutes, he flopped onto the bed beside you, pulling you close and kissing your forehead, despite the thin sheen of sweat.

“Shit, if the makeup sex is that good, we should argue more often.” You laughed lightly, still feeling like you hadn’t quite come back down to earth yet. He chuckled lovingly, stroking your hair.

“I don’t know doll, wasn’t nice being without you. Don’t think I’ll be rushing to argue like that again.” He admitted, stroking your bare back tenderly with his metal fingers, noticing your heart rate return to somewhere closer to normal.

It’s taken Bucky a little bit of time to adapt to technology. Yes, he spent a little bit of time in Wakanda, and that helped, but he still had a lot to learn and catch up on.

So when you sent him a picture in your lingerie while he was on a mission one day, he nearly lost it. You hadn’t mentioned this step or even taught him how to accept something like this. But of course he knew this was supposed to be a good and sexual thing.

When he got back that day, he asked you why. He asked you how you managed to get the camera that still and still managed look utterly gorgeous and he asked what he was supposed to reply with- what you wanted him to reply with.

You simply told him to reply however he felt. If it be with a picture back, he could send one. If he felt like sending a video, he could do that. Then you went on to teach him about some angles that are best when sending pictures. You also informed him that “videos with sound are always one-hundred percent better” and he mentally noted that for future reference.

Over time, Bucky would receive pictures and even a few videos from you. The videos would usually be of you showing off you new lingerie, but there was one particular time you sent a video of you fingering yourself.

Bucky had been gone for about a week, and let’s admit it, you two go at it like a pair of bunnies when he’s home- so of course you were needy for him. Bucky nearly went feral. The way your pussy glistened from the lighting in the room, the sounds of how wet you were. God, was he so relieved he was in his hotel room when you sent him that. He wouldn’t have known how to control himself if he was out doing important things. Thankfully, you had asked him beforehand, where he was. Such a good girl; so considerate.

You had your white, lace panties twisted to the side and two fingers were hitting your g-spot….then you moaned. Thankfully, Bucky didn’t have his volume up too loud. Steve or Natasha might would have heard across the hall, but it was loud enough he could hear your angelic moans. Your tits were visible as well. He was so glad you opted for no bra or shirt. He could see everything except for your face. The video was about thirty seconds long, and it almost ended with you cumming. He could tell the whole time you were close, but he wasn’t there to feel you and how close you actually were. So when he heard you whimper his name as you came, he couldn’t help the involuntary moan that slipped past his plump lips. After you came abruptly, you splayed your fingers out for him to see your cum. Then you sucked your fingers off and gave him a wink before ending the video.

Bucky. Was. Feral.

He was about to lose it.

It had been only a week and he could just feel through the phone how much you needed him. He could practically smell your sweet pussy from thousands of miles away. He hated being so fucking far from you. He needed you in more ways than just one, but that one being a bit worse than the others.

Then he got an idea. What if i send a video back, give her something to look at- to watch when she needs to? So he got up and went straight to his duffel bag. He rummaged around for a little bit, was looking for some lotion, but instead….he found a pair of your panties stuffed near the bottom. Then he remembered.

The day before he left, he ate you out until you were creaming all over his face. He left your panties on and snapped them back into place after he was done. He made you walk around the house with them on until he felt like all of your juices were soaked into the flimsy fabric. Then, right before he fucked you, he stuffed them into his duffel bag. He totally had forgotten. It had been a rough week, okay?

He grabbed them, and then jogged back over to the bed. Is this attractive to women? Will this turn her on? Bucky asked himself. He wasn’t too sure if you’d like what he was about to send you, but he hoped you would. If not, he hoped you’d tell him afterwards. He sat down on his bed, back propped up against the headboard, his legs stretched out. He knew this would be the easiest way to record.

He then went over to his text messages and pressed the little camera icon when he was on your text convo. You taught him this way because, let’s face it, Bucky doesn’t have Snapchat. He then clicked on it and took a deep breath.

Yes, he’s sent you stuff before, but not videos. He’s sent you pictures of him being rock hard, leaking at the tip, before he’d masturbated, but that’s about it. This was new to Bucky, but he was willing to do it for you, and he felt comfortable sending you something like this; especially if you could get off to it. It would make him feel good.

He spit in his hand and began to lube his cock up, getting himself ready before he pressed record. He wasn’t sure how long the video would be, but he hoped you wouldn’t complain if it was a bit long.

He jerked off for a bit, imagined his fist was your pussy. God, he so wished it was. The little moans you’d let out as he’d fucked into you, the way your body would’ve been squirming underneath him. He didn’t even have to imagine how tight you were because it was engraved into his fucking memory. God, he wished you were there underneath him.

Soon enough, he pressed record. He angled it just right and had his cock in view. He made sure to let out grunts and groans, moaned your name. He knew you loved for him to be extremely vocal; but nothing was ever forced. His thumb then swiped over his tip and he cursed, “wish you were here, babydoll. Miss your pussy so fucking much.” His voice was low and heavy, you were in for a treat.

“Bet that pussy is so wet, all for me, hm? Your pussy misses me just as much as you do, hm?? Yeah, baby. I know she misses me.” He grunted out, and he could feel himself getting a bit closer. That’s when his eyes caught the lacey, dark blue panties from the corner of his eye. He quickly stopped and grabbed them, then he placed the crotch of the dirty panties onto his cock, and began back.

His grunts were louder, rougher, as he fisted his cock with your panties. He couldn’t wait for you to see what he was recording for you. It was so filthy, so nasty, but it was getting him off so so fucking quick. “Bet you didn’t know i took these, babydoll. I can still remember how your cum soaked the fabric. Can still remember how your pussy clung to the lace. Fuck- you’re gonna be the death of me- you and that sweet little pussy.” He groaned out, and he swiped the material of your panties over his tip. He was so close.

“Would love to be….shit- buried in your tight cunt, fuck all my cum into you. Make you so full. Gonna do that when i get home, fuck you over the couch, i don’t give a damn.” His breathing was jagged and his hand movements were getting a bit sloppy and even quicker. He was nearly there. His head was thrown back, but he made sure he kept the phone in the right position as moans of your name and more dirty talk left his lips for you.

“You dirty girl. Sending me a video like that….you knew it would get me hard as a fucking rock.” Bucky glanced down at the fabric in his hands and he groaned. His stomach tensed and he was about to cum. “Gonna cum so hard for you baby. It’s all for you, doll. All for you-.” He got cut off by a loud groan. His thighs seized up and his stomach tensed again. His fist struggled to keep up its movements, but he still managed. The moan of your name was drawn out as he came. Ropes of cum shot up onto his lower tummy, just missing his phone, and some of it even got onto your panties.

When he was done, he made sure to show you all of the cum he released because of you. He made sure to show you your panties that were then painted in quite a bit of his cum. “Look at that, baby. So much cum for you.” His breath was uneven as he finished the video. “It’s gonna be a long week, but my cock’ll be stuffed in you by the end of it.” And that’s when he cut the video off.

He saw that it was a little over two minutes long, but fuck it. He knew you’d watch every bit of it. He sent it before cleaning himself up and your panties, then he pulled his underwear back on. He waited patiently for you to message back, but it had been around fifteen minutes. Had you not liked it? He was a bit worried.

But another five minutes later, a text came through with a picture. The text had read: “Fuck, daddy….you made me squirt” and the picture was of you, three fingers nearly knuckle deep in your cunt, the bed sheets below you were soaked with your orgasm and Bucky nearly came when he saw the mirror behind you. He would’ve missed it if he hadn’t have taken his time, but you knew all too well that Bucky studied every picture you sent him.

The butt plug with the pink bunny tail, perfectly placed in your ass. He groaned when he caught sight of the collar around your neck. Fuck, if he didn’t miss you before that, he most certainly missed you a hell of a lot more now. He knew that angle must’ve been hard for you to get, but he wasn’t even focused on that. His eyes kept flickering from your sopping wet pussy with your swollen clit on full display, to the soaked bed sheets under you, then to the butt plug and collar. He was a mess. He knew he’d have to jerk off again, but he fucking wished it was your pussy he’d be buried in instead of his fist. “Fuck, you’re such a fucking tease, babydoll.” He seethed out-loud, then began to type.

He then pressed send: “Think i wouldn’t notice the bunny tail baby? You’re always so ready for daddy even when he’s not close to you. Good girl, keep that pussy wet for me” and you whimpered at the text. You could feel yourself growing aroused yet again, and you knew that it was going to be a long night(a long week in fact).

Bucky shakes his head.

“Yeah, I know. I know. Too much and never again,” you gently speak. “How about I take you home, yeah? That sound good?”

You brush your fingers through his hair and lean in to kiss his head, but he pulls away before your lips can make contact.

“’re you – Are you flirting with me?” he slurs. “’m engaged. Have a fiancé. Love her more than anything and you’re…. ‘re flirting with me? Steve! Girl’s flirting with me! I –”

“Buck, I am your –”

“’on’t touch me. I’m married.”

“Thought you were engaged?”

“Heart’s married. Doesn’t matter. I’m taken is all I’m sayin,” he shrugs. “’ou can’t flirt with me.”

You hold back a laugh as he starts walking away from you.

God, your Bucky…your Bucky was something else.

Everything.

He was everything.

“Okay, then how about I take you home to your wife? Is that okay?”

Bucky stops in his tracks and turns to face you, “Won’t flirt with me? Just take me home?”

“Yeah, yeah I’ll just take you home.”

Then Bucky smiles. Races over to Steve to tell him that this girl is takin me home to my girl and when Steve looks over at you and you shrug with an amused grin on your face, Steve laughs and replies with a quick ok, pal.

Bucky sits in the back.

He doesn’t want to take any chances with you. Something about wanting to keep distance and only liking his girl’s hands on him because she touches him like he’s good and warm and feels like home.

He passes out in the back.

It takes more than a dozen shakes and wake up, Buck’s to get him to wake up and glare at you. Oh, he was glaring at you! Giving you a what did I just say type glare that makes you want to giggle because your boy was so drunk and cute and clueless.

He was so clueless.

He even passes out on the hallway in front of your room.

“Buck, your room –”

“She’s not here yet. Gonna wait fo’ her to come back.”

You shake your head, wanting to convince him to get up and get into bed because he can’t just sleep in the hallway. It’s cold and uncomfortable and their bed is right there! Right there and all he has to do is get up and let you take him there, but his eyes are already closed; his head resting on his arm.

You sigh and take a seat right next to him in the hall. Not too close because well, you know.

“Can ‘ou wake me when she gets here? Need to tell her I love her.”

You smile.

“She knows, Buck. Trust me, she knows.”

"It's alright, sweets" he spoke, his voice a little familiar as you looked up at his face. He had a pretty young face. One you found really handsome, but you couldn't allow yourself to be distracted by a pretty face. Your boyfriend was waiting for you and he needed you so you had to make sure this mission went well. He was so familiar, but you couldn't quite place it. It was like you've seen him somewhere, but that would be impossible.

"Are you okay?" he looked at you concerned and you realized that you have been staring at him longer than it would have been appropriate.

"Yes, yes, I'm okay. Sorry" you stepped back sheepishly.

"I wouldn't forgive myself if I hurt a pretty lady like yourself." he flirted.

"Good thing I'm not hurt then." you smiled up at him. His eyes traveled down your body without even trying to be subtle. Maybe that's how men acted in the 40s so you didn't take offense. The white of your clothes did accent your curves so you couldn't blame him. In truth he found you gorgeous, deciding that he had to get to know you better.

"Are you a performer here?" he looked you up and down. The red and white suit you had on was very different than what the other women were wearing around you.

"Uhm... yes, you could say that" technically you were here to preform something, but it wasn't on stage. You had to steal an infinity stone, which was a slightly bigger performance than walking on stage.

"That's nice" he nodded along as your eyes danced across the crowd.

"Do you happen to know where Howard Stark is?" you smiled flirtatiously. Maybe he could give you the information you wanted and you wouldn't have to run around the whole place.

"Don't you want to know my name first?" he stepped closer, a beautiful smile on his face. He absolutely had to have you.

"Maybe I do" you decided to play along with him.

"James Buchanan Barnes" he held out his hand. Your eyes snapped back onto his face, widening in the process. Images ran through your mind a thousand miles an hour, your heart dropping into your stomach. Those steel blue eyes. His chin. Those dimples on his face when he smiles. His nose, that hadn't been broken multiple times like the one you know. He looked much younger than the man you knew, but it was him. Bucky. The man you haven't seen in five years. Tears welled in your eyes. This cannot be happening. Not now.

"Bucky?" his name slipped out of your mouth without your brain's consent. Blinking rapidly you tried to get rid of the water in your eyes.

"Yes, that's my name. How did you know?" he looked at you suspiciously.

"I-" you cleared your throat. "I have a... friend, who has the same nickname" you forced a smile and you prayed he didn't notice it. You needed to get out of here. Right now. Otherwise you knew you would do something you would regret.

"I should get going" you stammered out, backing away from the man you loved so dearly. He doesn't know you you reminded yourself, but your heart still beat heavily in your chest. Tears that were now freely flowing down your cheeks alarmed him.

"Hey, it's okay" he steps after you, hands grabbing yours. "What's wrong? Did I do something?" he worried and it almost made you cry harder.

"No, god no, you didn't" you shook your head "I'm sorry" you looked into those beautiful blue eyes, wanting nothing more than hug and kiss him. He isn't your Bucky your brain warned you, but your heart didn't listen.

"What is it then? Maybe I can help" he showed you a small smile that made you bury your head in your palms. After calming down a little you looked back up.

"I'm sorry." you couldn't stop apologizing. "You just remind me of someone" you confessed, understanding making it's way into his eyes. He reminded you of his own self, but he didn't need to know that.

"Oh." it was all you got from him. He must think you are a weirdo.

"I'll just go. I-" you stuttered, wiping the tears away from your cheeks "I'm sorry" you said. Again.

"No, it's okay." he pulled you back "You want a hug?" he smiled at you, making him look even younger. You melted at the sight, a new wave of tears hitting your cheeks. You could only nod as an answer.

He pulled you to his chest, his arms going around your back, brushing up and down. Just like he used to do with you when you were having a lazy day together. You haven't felt his arms around you for more than five years. You sobbed into the fabric of his uniform, your whole body shaking with it. Your sorrys turned into thank yous as your arms pulled him closer by his waist. You savored every second of his hug, his hold helping you calm down. You inhaled his scent that was just so him. You haven't felt this way in a long time and you feared you wouldn't for another long time if this mission didn't go well. He pulled away only far enough that he could look into your eyes, his thumb wiping your cheeks.

You could see so much of him in his older self. His little actions stayed the same no matter how much time passed. They could have never erase all of him.

"Did he die?" he brushed down your arms to hold your hands.

"Yes" technically you weren't lying. He did die, but he could be brought back and that's what you were working on for the last five years. You were not ready to let go of him. You didn't think you ever would be.

"In the war?" sadness filled his eyes at your answer.

"Yes." again, you technically weren't lying. He fought fearlessly, but the enemy was too strong.

"He must have been a really good man if a woman like you is crying after him so painfully" his thumb caressed the back of your hand. Another thing he still did years later.

It was very soothing to see how he stayed the somewhat the same even after so much suffering.

"The best. But he didn't think so himself" you shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips a the memory. He was always so stubborn. "He was- is the love of my life" your throat tightened. All the emotions you have been holding back came rushing out because of this meeting.

He brushed your hair on the top of your head, his other hand resting on your chin.

"I'm sorry you lost him" his lips became even more pouty than it usually was, making you smile. He looked so innocent. You wanted to remember the look in his eyes forever. The look before everything happened. Before he had to go through so much. You wished you could tell him to not go with Steve on that mission, but you knew you weren't allowed to. Even this conversation shouldn't be happening, but your heart needed it to keep beating. You needed something to keep you going and somehow the universe let you meet with just the person you needed.

"Thank you" you placed you hand on his, not ready to let go of him. Time was running out and the others needed you so you forced yourself to drop your hands. "I really need to go now or I'll be late" you stepped back, your heart screaming at you to stay. You could stay here forever. With him. Sure he wasn't the same person, but he was the closest thing you could get if the mission failed. There was no guarantee that it would work and you couldn't live without Bucky by your side. At least here, he was alive and well. No Winter Soldier, no nightmares, no suffering. But the man you loved wasn't him. It was the man that went through 70 years of pain and you loved him with all his scars. So you had to get the stone. For him. So that he could finally have some peace.

"Oh yes. I don't want to make you late" he smiled, letting go of you. You stepped back a few steps, still facing him.

"Thank you for everything" you spoke loudly over the noise of the night. He stared at you for a few seconds seemingly thinking about something.

"Would you go on a date with me?" he called after you. Your heart fluttered. He wanted to see you again? You shook your head with a sad smile on your face.

"I'll see you again someday" you rejected him. If you were a normal woman you wouldn't have thought about it twice and you would have said yes. But you weren't a normal woman and he wasn't a normal man.

"At least tell me your name then" he tried again, not willing to let you go without getting something from you. He needed something to remember you by.

"I'll tell you the next time we meet" you smirked. He didn't know it yet that you would come across each other. Him as the Winter Soldier and you as a friend of Steve.

"But what if we don't?" he worried stepping closer, but you stepped back still smiling.

"Then it wasn't meant to be" you shrugged "Be careful out there" you yelled as you turned around and disappeared in the crowd of people. You smiled like a mad woman as you weaved through the crowd towards your destination.

He stood there, mesmerized by the mystery that was you and he had the pleasure of meeting. Under the flashing lights of the Stark Expo he watched you leave, praying that somehow you would meet again. And he knew he wouldn't let you get away from him the next time.

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