All the blood and sweat he had poured into the project was all worth it when he could sit in one of the chairs at night, YN curled up against him.

Another droplet of sweat beaded down his forehead, running down his nose. He couldn’t win them all, he supposed.

He was just thankful all the ladies of the neighborhood had gone to pick kids up from school. If he had to endure one more small talk conversation with them ogling his sweaty chest, Bucky was going to pack everything up and move somewhere cold where no one ever had to look at him.

Of course, YN probably wouldn’t care for the chilling freeze of someplace like Russia but he could always tempt her with warmth by cozying up together on the couch. Maybe that wasn’t such a terrible idea…

He would have all her attention, all the time. Keep her wrapped in his arms, smothered in his affections. It didn’t sound half bad when described that way— maybe if he said those exact words he could finagle his way into a very cold vacation climate.

A strange, silver car pulled into the driveway. Bucky’s eyes narrowed, focusing on the occupants. Whipping himself out of the daydream he’d caught himself in. He couldn’t quite see through the tinted glass. Which only served to make him increasingly wary.

The driver’s door opened, a familiar brown head of hair popping up from the seat, waving at him with a bright smile. Charlie.

Charlie was one of YN’s coworkers— one of the only ones Bucky even partially liked. Bucky had met all of her coworkers at the annual Christmas party the year before. He wasn’t too impressed by many of them. But Yn’s friends were easy to like, they kept to themselves, minded their own business. Knew how to have a good time— sneaking liquor into any party was their specialty.

Charlie crossed to the passenger side, opening the door and leaned down. Reappearing with YN, clinging to his arm. She was squinting, hand fumbling as she slammed the door shut. For a moment, Bucky was confused as to why she didn’t drive herself home, concerned that the car broke down. Until he realized she was missing her glasses.

YN always made jokes about it— how she was practically blind without her glasses but Bucky knew her words to be truthful. Every morning when they woke up, her fingertips brushed along his skin so carefully. Finding his face to kiss him good morning. Then he would help find the spectacles, sitting right where she had left them the night before. Slipping them onto her face before returning a good morning kiss.

He loved her glasses, no matter what she told him.

“YN?” Bucky dropped his gloves, unconcerned with where they landed. Every thought and worry projected into a single beam of light, pointed at his girl’s figure.

An angry pout sat firm on her lips, nose scrunched as she glared down at where her hands rested on Charlie’s forearm.

“Hi.” Her voice was dejected— annoyance and anger tinting the word. Unspecified anger beginning to boil against his sternum uncontrollably. He didn’t care who or what made her upset, Bucky just knew he was taking care of it. With or without her blessing.

“That new guy took her glasses.” Charlie explained, helping YN take a couple more steps to meet Bucky on the driveway.

“New guy?” Bucky had heard of this person several times. Apparently, he had just moved to town and got a job at their company.

He hadn’t been too much of a nuisance until this point. Playing jokes on his coworkers, mainly childish games— hiding office supplies, leaving shredded papers on desks. All ‘jokes’ he thought to be funny.

While Bucky hadn’t found them funny in any capacity, he had no say in anything at the office. Until now. Now this guy had crossed a line. Bucky didn’t take slights against his girl lightly in any sense of the word.

“Max Evers.” Charlie grunted, a roll of his eyes punctuating the name. Bucky quickly filed the name in his head, jaw clenching. “He’s a dick.”

“Just don’t even worry about him.” YN snapped, yanking her hands away from Charlie’s arm. Bucky reached out immediately, attempting to take over in aiding her. She didn’t even notice him, instead taking careful, slow steps up the driveway. Squinting as she stared at the ground. “He’s not even worth the time.”

“Sweetheart—“ Bucky pressed his lips together, sighing through his nose. Frustration burning his skin, unable to reach her. He turned back to Charlie, nodding in acknowledgement. “Thank you, I’ve got her from here.”

Bucky turned tail, immediately lunging for his stumbling girlfriend, who seemed hellbent on forcing her way up the driveway, despite not being able to see.

“Sweetheart, please be careful, you’re gonna trip over— shit!” Bucky’s entire body jerked forward in fear as her feet stumbled over the welcome mat. Her hands colliding with the door, holding herself upright. “YN!

“I’m fine.” She demanded, shouldering the door open. She fell through it, Bucky managing to snatch her wrist just as she lost balance. Helping her stay upright as he closed the door behind them. Keeping a secure grasp on her wrist— in case she decided to bolt again.

“Wait a minute- you’re gonna run into something, just wait.” Bucky instructed, gently taking hold of her upper arms. Forcing her to face him. YN huffed out, an exasperated sigh falling from her pouting lips, eyes glued to his chest. “Do you want me to listen or do you want me to fix it?”

“It’s nothing— he’s nothing.” YN insisted, shaking her head. Bucky’s heart ached as she kept brushing the incident away, as if it were nothing. As though she didn’t want him to know she was upset. That he wouldn’t care if she was. “Just an asshole who thinks he can run the office because he’s friends with William.”

“Your boss?” Bucky questioned, brushing his hands up her arms. He rested his palms against her neck, using his thumbs to tilt her chin back. Her glimmering eyes finally met his, practically begging him to leave it alone. “He’s not doing anything about this?”

YN scoffed, sniffling quietly. Pressing her tears back, praying they didn’t spill down her cheeks in front of him. She wouldn’t cry over this— the whole incident didn’t deserve tears. She was angry— fury burning through her veins— so why did her body ache to react with sadness?

“Yeah right— those two are glorified frat boys if I’ve ever seen any.” YN murmured, clenching her jaw tightly. Trying to avoid the tell- tale emotion in her voice. Bucky would just worry about her. She was embarrassed enough and she didn’t want his pity to add into the heat on her neck. “I just want to forget it ever happened, alright? I’ve got an old pair around here somewhere, I’ll wear those until I can get back to the optometrist.”

“Then I’ll drive you to work tomorrow.” Bucky offered. Her reaction was immediate— her hands whipping up to grasp his wrists desperately. Bucky nearly jerked backwards, surprised by her sudden movements.

“No!” YN cried, squeezing his skin tightly. “No, because you’re gonna get out and go into the office and you’re gonna cause a scene and I really don’t want that, please Bucky don’t—“

“Hey, hey, it’s alright. I just offered to drive, I won’t even get out of the car.” Bucky corrected, pulling her slackened grip away. Cradling her head as he pressed her against his chest, pressing a soothing kiss to the top of her head. Yn’s arms latched around his waist, hugging his body firmly. “I just didn’t want you getting into an accident because your glasses weren’t the right prescription, that’s all. I just wanted you safe.”

A rogue tear slipped from her eye, rolling down the apple of her cheek. Bucky cooed quietly, pulling her in tighter. YN groaned in defeat, giving into her aggravation and slumping against his steady body. The monotonous thump of his heartbeat was an immediate override of the anxious, angry mess in her head.

Bucky hushed her gently, under his breath. He carefully pressed her closer, rocking them softly. Allowing her to hide under the cover of his protection. For as long as she needed.

“I’m sorry,” YN sniffed, pressing the heel of her palm to her eyes. Her forehead firm against his chest, burying down with him. “Today’s just been a disaster. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

“I understand.” Bucky soothed quietly, brushing a hand through her hair. His other hand running along her back. Providing comfort as he knew she appreciated. “Why don’t we get you a nice, hot bath going? Then I’ll order something for dinner tonight. We can watch movies until we pass out, yeah?”

“Okay…” YN murmured, lingering in his grasp. Craving the attentive comfort Bucky always seemed to give. Bucky spun her around, grasping her hand and shoulder. Guiding her through the house.

YN moved at his pace, placing absolute trust in his footsteps. Bucky hugged her close, squeezing her hand. Keeping her back pressed against his chest.

“Let’s get you set up, hm?”

~~~~~~

The lock of the door snicked quietly as the key slipped from it. The old wood creaking eerily into the darkness of the apartment. Max didn’t give it a second thought, shouldering his gym bag as he pushed through. Snatching the earbuds from his ears, he flicked the light switch.

“Huh.” He muttered, glancing up in confusion. Flickering the light switch several more times. The pitch darkness remaining. No lights coming to life. His luck— he’d have to change them out tomorrow.

Max shut his door with his foot, using his phone’s flashlight to guide himself through the apartment. A quiet, barely audible creak sounded through the darkness behind him. The hairs on his neck stood at attention— a sudden feeling of unease settling over his bones. He cut his eyes to the noise, straining to either hear or see anything else.

Nothing.

He was hearing things— it had been a long day. He was just tired was all. Max shook his head and turned back around, intending on continuing his journey. A scream ripped from his throat as he bumped into a wall of solid chest muscles.

Max scrambled backwards, stumbling over his feet. Falling to the ground as the stranger towered over him. Suddenly, the lights flickered to life, revealing the intruder.

A leering wall of muscle, tall and built. His face was calm but his crystal blue eyes were full of rage and fire. Daring the man to get up. To pull anything.

“Why don’t you and I have a little chat, hm?” The man’s voice was deep— barely restrained anger laced in his words. The baritone vibrated Max’s chest. He gulped— audibly— as recognition dawned over his fearful mind.

“The Winter Soldier.” The man gasped, eyes wide at the figure before him. Bucky sneered, his eyebrows dipping as an almost animalistic growl reverberated his throat.

“Try White Wolf.” He suggested, stepping closer to the man hugging the ground. Max began scrambling back further as Bucky’s proximity closed in.

He had heard stories about this man. All of them ended with the person he was hunting dead. Not only stories— Max had seen snippets of the extremely private court case. The Winter Soldier case has been strictly need to know, only the jury and witnesses allowed in the court room. No reporters. No audience. But William had connections in the legal system, he was able to get a hold of several pieces of information and share them with Max.

Neither had ever wanted to run into the man standing before him.

“Listen man, you don’t want to do this- I’ll- I’ll call the cops! This is— this is breaking and entering.” He stammered, grimacing as his back hit the wall. He was out of options. Out of time. Out of luck.

“Son…” Bucky chuckled darkly, planting his feet wide over the man’s splayed legs. A wild glint in his eyes. “I have diplomatic immunity in nearly every country your walnut brain can dream of. So please. Call them. It’ll give you a few more minutes to breathe through a nose that’s not broken.”

“I haven’t done anything— I swear! I’ve never been into anything illegal, I’ve never even met those Hydra criminals before in my life!” Max sobbed, squishing himself further into the corner.

Bucky scowled deeper, staring down at the man with indifference. He had taken care of those Hydra fools almost immediately after he was released from custody. It hadn’t taken long at all. It had almost been insulting.

But for this guy to actually believe he would be worth the time as a Hydra operative? He wasn’t just a jerk, he was delusional. Bucky settled a heavy, steel-toed boot against the man’s rib cage. The weight was enough of a promise that he didn’t need to threaten a kick.

“No,” Bucky heaved a disinterested sigh, pressing a hand against the wall above the cowering man. “No, but you have met YN LN.”

Max’s wide eyes suddenly clouded with confusion. The conversation turning in a direction he hadn’t expected. His aching, heaving chest loosened enough for him to squeeze oxygen through a collapsed esophagus. To produce a response.

“What’s she got to do with this? She’s just this office chick— I, I work with her!”

Bucky slammed his palm against the wall, Max flinched. A whimper falling from his lips as he curled up further. Begging to escape the fate being written before his eyes.

“That woman is my everything.” Bucky growled, finally removing his boot to crouch down. Invading the man’s space. Preventing the formation of any logical thoughts. “So, imagine my surprise to see her come home in tears, angry about some douchebag at her job who stole her glasses. You know,” Bucky shrugged, trailing a hand up his shoulder. “Just for shits and giggles.”

He gripped Max’s neck, forcing his face toward him. As much as Bucky despised this display of aggression, feeling his muscles revert into the memory of practiced motions. He couldn’t help but feel the pride of defending his girl burst against his chest, keeping his heart from freezing into the Soldier’s.

“I’ll give them back, I swear on my life. I swear!” Max spluttered, clasping his hands together, unable to stop the escaped tears of terror that slipped down his cheeks.

Bucky hummed, flicking his wrist so imperceptibly, Max didn’t even realize he held a butterfly knife in the flesh hand.

“Oh, I know. But first… I just wanted to make a few things crystal clear.”

~~~~~~

YN groaned, rolling over through the plush duvet. Warmth swaddling her body, pressuring her to remain there for the remainder of the day. Thoughts and visions of lying there, curled up with Bucky all day seemed like heaven. She sighed, stretching her arms above her head.

She rolled over, struggling to escape the grasp of the warm blankets. Her feet touched the cold floor, a shiver running up her spine. Snatching her glasses from the bedside table, the room quickly came into a slightly blurred view.

Begrudgingly, she flipped her phone over. Her heart nearly leaping from her chest as she realized the time. She was going to be late!

She never should’ve let Bucky talk her into staying up so late watching movies. It wasn’t all his fault but she didn’t have time to debate whether it was or wasn’t.

Haphazardly throwing clothes on, she slid into the bathroom to brush her teeth. Throwing her hair back into a messy ponytail at the base of her head. It would just have to do.

Bucky heard several loud bangs coming from their bedroom, his eyes narrowing as he turned. Just in time to witness YN throwing herself into the kitchen.

“Good morning… sweetheart…?” Bucky’s tone turned questionable as he watched her scurry past him, snatching his coffee mug and gulping down half of it.

“Sorry— I’m running late!” YN stopped momentarily, just long enough to press a hasty kiss to his stubbled cheek. Then she was on the move again— the scent of her perfume lingering at his side.

Bucky snapped out of his confusion, quickly grabbing another plate to throw together before she left.

“Here, take breakfast on the go!” He shouted. His words were overridden by the sound of Bucky’s keys jingling in her hand.

“Can’t, I’ll see you later! Love you!” The door slammed behind her, leaving the house quiet. Only the ticking clock giving him companionship.

“Love you.” Bucky murmured, staring wistfully at the door.

Part of him felt strangely proud that he had stood up for her— granted it was psychotic behavior to hunt a man down and then threaten him in his own home. But then again, Bucky wouldn’t have been able to sleep knowing the guy would just keep bullying people if someone didn’t stand up to him.

And YN wasn’t dumb— she would have the whole thing figured out by the time she got home. Bucky knew he was in for it when she finally did put the pieces together.

Well, at least he’d have a few more hours to feel smug about his decisions.

~~~~~~

“Hey, did you hear?” Charlie asked, bumping YN gently toward the left. YN hummed in response, following his gentle direction. He made sure she was steady as a pair of their coworkers passed, keeping to their side of the hallway. “Max asked for a transfer this morning.”

“Really?” YN’s brows furrowed, allowing the news to sink in before glancing over to Charlie’s deep brown eyes. “I wonder why he’s moving.”

Several thoughts tramped through her mind— most revolving around the same terrible assumptions. That he had run out of victims at the office and he needed fresh meat to keep himself entertained. Of course she felt absolutely terrible for thinking those things, but then again… Max made her completely furious.

She wasn’t completely sold on the idea of sympathy for the office menace.

“Don’t know. Don’t care. As long as he’s out of our lives.” Charlie rolled his eyes, pushing her office door open. Holding it so she could breeze right though.

YN shook her head, chuckling quietly as Charlie winked playfully.

“Yeah. I’ll see you at lunch, Charlie.”

YN turned to the wall of her office, flicking the lights on. Tossing her bag to the floor beside her chair, her eyes narrowed. Focusing in on her desk.

When Nat started bringing you around, his eyes were always on you. You had met Nat at a coffee shop. It was an uncomplicated friendship meet-cute where you slipped coffee on her shirt and she got cream cheese all over the neckline of yours. You both turned around at the same time and yeah, maybe it was very complicated. 

You hit it off, apologizing quickly, offering to repurchase each other’s respective items, and then when you both made small talk about having no plans today, you both sat down in that coffee shop for hours talking about everything. 

You knew who she was when your eyes landed on her. You acknowledged that and were very upfront about it. 

You don’t know how much Nat appreciated your honesty. 

So, you started meeting up for coffee when you could. Those turned into girly sleepovers that were at your tiny, tiny apartment. And then one day, Nat asked you if you wanted to see Thee Tower. 

I mean you couldn’t say no. 

Nat told wear workout clothes and forced you to let her teach you some self-defense techniques. 

That’s when Bucky first saw you. 

In skin-tight leggings and a big tee that Nat tied up for you. 

He knew he was fucked. 

Your pretty face was even cuter all sweaty. Your ass, yes your ass (because we all know Bucky Barnes is an ass man), was hugged by your clothing in just the right way. Your curious glances, the gnawing at your lip, your giggles... 

Yeah, Bucky was a goner. 

And then Nat brought you around more.

No, Nat brought you to everything she could. 

You were her sweet, extroverted (when you wanted to be) friend who just got her. Nat wanted you around. In turn, everyone else did too.

Including, Bucky, of course.

From what you’ve learned, it started as little much ado questions to Nat. Bucky asked Nat what you guys were up or ask when he would see you next. Nat sniffed out his crush (on both sides) and stop answering his questions so he would have to talk to you.

It took a while but Bucky eventually got the courage to ask you directly. You two developed a friendship from his little questions. Which turn into feelings getting involved. To you having to be the one to step up and kiss his face. Which is now, this new, comfortable relationship. 

You would never admit it, but when you first saw Bucky, you knew you would never want another man. He ruined it for you. 

You could appreciate how much both of you were into this relationship. You prioritized your time with Nat and time with Bucky respectively, but you could very much say that you were obsessed with Bucky too.

You two kept it in a healthy amount but when you were around each other, it was like you hadn’t seen each other in years. Bucky was touch-starved and you just couldn’t get enough of Bucky. 

You always gave each other sweet glances, held your hands together, and of course, Bucky would make a big deal about kissing your knuckles, engage in tight hugs and small, perfect kisses. You took it slow for the most part, giving Bucky the time he needed because again, this was a new normal to him. It was normal he hadn’t been exposed to in a very long time. 

But as the relationship grew longer and you both were patient, Bucky had begun to develop a real comfortability with you. 

"I want you to touch me, honey-- I want to touch you."

And so you let it happen. You two getting lost in fire-burning kisses, your hands rubbing up and down his chest and his hands gripping any piece of exposed flesh he could feel. You gave each other hickies like teenagers, having to cover them up or avoid the Team like the plague.

You just let him touch you, feel you, while letting him go at his own pace. You wanted all in, but it was also about what Bucky was okay with.

Until one night. Something had just come over Bucky. It was a combination of things really -- this pent-up frustration, this wanting need to do something, anything, to get rid of this ache in his belly, and this desperation for you. You would give just a little smile and it felt like his dick would immediately get hard.

You two were cuddling on your bed, watching some movie that Sam nearly begged you guys to watch so he could have someone to talk about it with. Having come from a long day in the heat, you two both took showers separately and now could come back together in loose clothing and a refreshed attitude.

You knew your shorts were riding up a little but you paid it no mind, seeing as Bucky ran his hand up and down the part of skin where your ass met your thigh. You were laid on your stomach, halfway on Bucky who was sitting against your headboard, and halfway on the bed. A duvet with thrown over the two of you, letting any action that occurred under it, stay somewhat a secret.

You wouldn't say anything, yet, but you could feel a rising hardness against your chest that lingered. Bucky didn't say anything. You just kept your hands where they were, one on his thigh and the other wrapped around his back.

"You smell good..." You knew Bucky wasn't paying any attention to the movie. You would laugh at something on the screen and he would stay silent even though the two of you almost had the same humor.

"Mm, thank you," You slid your hand up his sweat-pant-clad thigh," I think it's that coconut body wash you got me."

"Yeah?" Bucky took a deep breath.

"Yeah." That came out a little sweeter, and smaller than you intended. You were just so sensitive to Bucky's body right now that your mind was taking a cue from the wetness that was pooling in your shorts. He was warm, hard and he smelled great. Your tits all pressed up to him and his hand on your ass, you couldn't help but be turned on.

You played at that.

"Thank you," You mewled," I love all the little gifts you give me." A trace of a whimper from that made Bucky even fuckin' harder.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

You shifted up, pulling yourself from the warmth that you were so comfortable in. Bucky let his hands slide away from you slowly giving you a nice, respectful smile when you two made eye contact. You threw the duvet to the side sat on the soles of your feet, placing your hands on your thighs.

"What are you doing? We gotta finish the movie..." Bucky laughed but trailed off when you raised your arms for a stretch. Your already tight, white tee shirt pulling even tighter across your braless tits. Your stomach became exposed, the band of your shorts tights around the base of it, making your flesh poke out a bit more.

"I'm just a little hungry. Can we pause for a snack?" You bit at your lip. Bucky felt like he was going to explode.

"Of course." Bucky reached over for your remote, but his blood ran cold when small moans and grunts started sounding off. You took a small glance behind you and there was a full-blown porno happening on the screen. What the hell, Sam? But also thank God for Mr. Wilson.

Bucky couldn't concentrate. You were sitting there all pretty and sexy, eyes all wide at the action on the television. Bucky could have sworn he saw your nipples stiffen. You fully turned your body, your ass in those tiny shorts on full display. The navy blue cotton was tight and bunched up against your skin, from your earlier cuddling position with Bucky.

"Oh." You nearly whined.

Bucky was definitely going to bust.

"Sweetheart, I just--yeah. Fuck." Bucky got onto his knees behind you, taking a grip on his cock through his sweatpants, "I'm going to touch you right now."

You spread your legs and dipped down to arch your back, letting your ass float up," Okay."

Bucky Barnes was officially fucked.

He pulled your shorts to the side and moaned when he had immediate access to your pussy. It was glistening and puffy, practically dripping with anticipation.

"Oh my fuckin' God?" Bucky's voice raised a little higher in pitch making you arch even more, signally the absolute need you had for any kind of touch right now. Bucky pulled the shorts back in place and pulled you closer to him.

"I just want to feel you, baby. " He spread his legs further than yours and placed your limbs between his so that your ass was snuggly pressed against his bulge. There could be no way Bucky was wearing briefs right now because you could feel almost too much hardness thrust against your cotton-covered lips.

Your arms were just thrown out in front of you and Bucky took control. He started by rubbing his hands up and down your back, pinning you deeper into the bed. Your shirt rid up further, collecting above your breasts, letting the air run across your nipples. The cool air and the warmth of his body made your sensations run wild. You groaned a little, wanting something to happen.

That's when you started circling your hips. Even with the layers of clothes between you, you still felt tremendous pleasure from your movements. With sighs and circles, you felt the stiffness of his shaft against your lips.

"Bucky-Fuck." You whined," You're so big."

Bucky watched you for a few moments, loving the way you needed him. But your little sounds, little puffs of air made desperation come over him like no other. He stilled your movements by grabbing the back of your shorts and gripped the side of your thigh. You cried in frustration but once Bucky started thrusting his hips, you couldn't complain anymore.

The clothed tip of his dick plunged back and forth against you, the sound of the television drowning out. Your pussy was getting wetter and your shorts getting soaked through. You were almost positive that some had to be wetness against his sweats. That's the last thing Bucky cared about, in fact, he enjoyed seeing just how wet you were.

"I don't think-um I don't think I could hold off long if I get my dick inside of you," Bucky whimpered. His movements were hard and stiff, slapping his hips against your ass," But I need to feel something. Feel that pussy."

You were satisfied with this, loving the way he was feeling.

"Uhh... Bucky, baby, please." He snapped his hips harder, stroking your clit just right. His hands were gripping and grabbing your ass. You pressed your head down further into the mattress and let your hands come up to your breasts, tweaking and tugging at your nipples, "Please don't stop."

Bucky bit his lip and rubbed faster against you, the friction of your clothing making the experience even more pleasurable. It burned so good that you wished Bucky jumped you like this all the time.

"Fuck, can I take my dick out, baby? Will you let me do that?" In a blissful haze, you could only weakly nod your head and whine out a 'yes.' Bucky's thrusts stop for only a second before you really felt the ridges of his cock. He nestled his shaft between your ass cheeks, just slowly pumping between them.

You moved your feet to tuck against the back of his knees, giving you the leverage to go onto your hands and knees properly. You pushed out your ass and let yourself give Bucky the pleasure he was looking for. You flicked your ass up and down, letting your shorts pull against you and expose your pussy a little bit more as you stroked your lips against his raw and naked dick. Your ass was bouncing, showing off for Bucky making him firm all over.

But Bucky wanted it harder. Bucky needed it to be harder. He curled his fingers under the side of your waist and controlled your movements. He was bobbing your hips on his dick, really letting himself go head-first into pleasure.

You cried. He was quick, strong and you tried to fight against him a little to slow down even though you were enjoying it more than you could have ever imagined. Bucky felt you struggling to keep up and came to a still.

You gave out a heavy grunt when Bucky clawed at your ass, gathering all your flesh in his hands. The coolness of his metal one would always be one that you preferred. The contrast it provided against your hot skin made you so wet, he wouldn't believe you.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just have to," He slapped your ass making you buck your hips against the mattress," Fuck me." Your ass jiggled at that contact, making Bucky nearly cum at the sight.

You called out with his name and clenched around nothing. You pushed off of him and flipped onto your back, spreading your legs wide out giving him a great view of your sleep shorts pulling against your lips.

"So naughty..." Bucky whispered when you cupped your core. You giggled and pulled the fabric of your shorts tighter. Bucky swatted away your hands and pinched your pussy himself with his metal hand. You huffed out a moan and let Bucky squeezed your pussy with his cold fingers.

Bucky tugged off his shirt and once again, you clenched. His was so fuckin' beautiful you couldn't believe he was yours. He leaned over you letting the underside of his cock rest against your core and started thrusting movements.

"I want to be in this pussy so bad. I just don't think I could handle it." He whispered in your lips. You gripped his shoulders and leaned closer so that you would be engaged in a sloppy kiss. His tongue flicked against your lips, urging you to drop open your mouth. You stretched open your lips and let Bucky's tongue explore you. It was wet and messy, but Bucky's kisses always made the warmth in your belly grow hot.

His hips still bucking, his smooth chest rubbing against your nipples, you didn't know just how much more you could take. He thrusted a few more times before pulling you both up to your knees. You were hit with confusion when Bucky tugged up his sweatpants. He moved himself back up against the headboard and stretch his legs open.

"Come here."

You crawled over to him and Bucky lead you the rest of the way, setting you firmly on his cock. You shuddered and moved your hands back to your tits, pushing and squeezing at them.

You began humping him, grinding your hips back and forth on top of his sweatpants. The burn of it, steadily becoming too much. Your belly started convulsing and you swear Bucky's barriers were breaking down.

"Bucky-- mhmm fuck-- I'm gonna come." You wailed. His hand went to grab your ass, pushing you harder, making the burn hotter. You rubbed harder telling Bucky just how could he felt. You gasped for air, pinched your nipples harder and when you heard Bucky give a long, drawn-out groan, your body followed suit.

Your hips jerked to a stop and cum came flushing out of you. You could feel Bucky's cum shoot out of him, the shake of his hips almost uncontrollable. You moaned when you saw the wet patch where the tip of his dick was under his clothes.

"Fuck." He grunted and grabbed the small of your back. You leaned against him, breathing heavy, and let yourself rest in his embrace. You pecked his neck and then his lips, getting back to a soft, sweet moment.

"I can't even imagine what it's going to be like when you get your cock inside me."

The store clears out in seconds, the shuffling of feet fading into silence when the last person leaves. The door closes shut with a soft click.

You back away from the counter, holding your hands up. "Sir, please, I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

Bucky hums, taking his knife, he twirls it between his tattoed fingers. The blur of silver is daunting and the urge to flee rises from the depths of your belly. "Oh, I know it won't, princess." He smugly chuckles, amused by your audacity. No one disobeys him. "Come here."

Your breath halts in your chest, you try to swallow but your mouth is bone dry. He won't stop looking at you, you cant take more of his blue eyes burning through you, his gaze darkening with every slow step around the counter. You keep inching back, reaching behind you, you feel for the door leading to the back of the shop. "I-Sir."

"First you withhold your payment, now you make me repeat myself." Bucky raises a brow, he points the tip of the blade in your direction and waves it. "Last chance princess. Now. Come. Here."

You pull your bottom lip in your mouth, biting down as your fingers circle the doorknob. Slowly turning it, his head tilts at the sound of the screech.

He inhales. A slow measured breath. His blues eyes flaring, the unspoken words simmering in his fiery gaze, do it, go on princess, I dare you. The knife twirls through the air, up and down, his hand gripping the handle.

You exhale.

And run.

His laughter trails after you, he keeps walking, unhurried as if he knows something you don't. The soft, steady clack of his boots on the floor echoes loudly over the blood rushing in your ears. Get to the exit. Get to the exit. Don't look back. Don't look. Get to the exit.

Five more steps. Five more. Keep going, don't stop. You're so close you can see tendrils of sunlight peering under the back door. You reach to grab the knob, your fingertips graze the metal surface, you're so close, so close- a scream rips through your chest, his large arm wraps around your belly and lifts you off the floor. Your legs dangle helplessly as he swings you around, glancing over your shoulder, you see the door fading away.

You were so close.

You're so close.

"Oh fuck, 'm almost there please, please Bucky," the low moan crawls up from your throat. Your hands dig into his sweat-slicked shoulders, hips furiously snapping up, matching his rapid pace as he fucks you on your office desk. Pleasure seeps into every cell of your body, your throbbing cunt sucking every last thick inch back in you. Ohfuckohfuckohfuck. "Please let me cum, close, so close, I can't take it," you babble, begging him for more.

You know you're not making sense but it's so hard to think with his thick cock hitting your sweet spot like that, your toes curling as you dig your heels into his ass, trying to make him move just a little faster, you need just a little more.

So close, you're so fucking close, your belly tensing from the pressure building up. Bucky wraps his ring-adorned hand around your throat, lifting your head off the desk. "I know princess," he murmurs, sweeping his lips across yours. "You need it don't you?" His soft kisses are in stark contrast to the way he's deliberately deepening his strokes, going deeper and harder until you feel him in your belly. He watches your face contort with pleasure, god you're always pretty but when you get like this you're irresistible. "Go on then, cum for me, be a good girl and cum right now," he demands

His commanding voice triggers your release, pleasure engulfing you as the pressure in your belly snaps. His fingers tighten just enough around your throat and stars bloom behind your eyes. You clench down around his cock pistoning in and out of your spasming wet heat, silently chanting his name. Bucky lets go of your throat to grip your hips, holding you still as he slams into you, once, oh fuck princess twice, damn you feel good, his pace becoming erratic, yes, fuck fuck fu-spilling his warm cum into your tight cunt with a low grunt.

Bucky collapses on top of your body, the desk groaning under your combined weights. You smooth your hands down his back, smacking his ass. "I can't believe you," you laugh, taking a deep breath in, you card your fingers through his short locks.

Bucky dips his head into the curve of your neck, peppering kisses along your damp skin. "I warned you what would happen if you missed your payment."

"Stop calling my morning kisses your payment Bucky."

You feel his lips curve into a smile. "No." He lifts himself onto his elbows and gazes down at you. "What would your customers say if they knew you're dating the scary mobster?"

You look at his handsome face down to his tattooed chest, his large arms caging you in. Rocking your hips, you whimper at the sight of his large cock disappearing back into your pussy, his veiny shaft glides over your velvety walls. You drag your eyes back up to him and you smirk. Oh, you know exactly what they would say if they knew how good he fucks you and how he treats you like a goddess.

Some of your friends say that you're insane for wanting to get involved with such a dangerous man. James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky as others call him. People know him as the ruthless mafia boss that runs NYC, but you know him as the cute and mysterious guy you often run into on the street.

"So, we're thinking of going to the apple orchard tomorrow," your friend, Laila, mentions and you let out a slight gasp.

Your two other friends, Amy and Celia, nod their heads at Laila's words. "That's so fun! I should see if Bucky wants to go," you grin to yourself before taking a sip of your hot chocolate.

"I-" Laila starts, but cuts herself off with a sigh, her eyes dancing towards the others. "Could I just be us, maybe? I-We don't really want Bucky there."

A frown comes to your lips as you stare at your friends. "O-Oh," you say dejectedly.

"Do you realize how dangerous he is, Y/N?" Amy asks you, causing you to shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know. He's nice to me," you mumble while gathering your things. "I gotta go. I'll see you guys later."

Your three friends watch you stand up from the booth you're sitting in, frowns etching on their lips as their eyes follow your figure out the café doors.

Celia lets out a sigh before looking over at your two friends. "I genuinely believe that Y/N likes him," she states and Laila sighs as well.

"I don't know how, honestly," she mumbles while resting her chin against the palm of her hand. "He's so dangerous. Like, yeah, he's hot, but he's with the mafia."

You hug your jacket closer to yourself as you walk down the chilly streets of NYC. You didn't understand why your friends weren't giving Bucky a chance. Yeah, he's with the mafia but he hasn't given you a reason to resent him.

"You're thinking too much, doll," a voice startles you, causing you to pick your head up. Bucky stands in front of you with a smile, his hands shoved into his pockets. "You're going to wrinkle your forehead."

A chuckle leaves your lips and you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I think it won't wrinkle from thinking too much one time," you laugh as Bucky links his arm with yours, continuing down the street with you.

"What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He questions as your hand rests on his bicep.

"My friends are going to an apple orchard tomorrow," you start and Bucky nods his head before glancing down at you. "I asked them if I could bring you and they turned the idea down instantly."

Bucky furrows his brows and glances down at you, watching your fingers fiddle with the fabric of his jacket. "You wanted me to go to the apple orchard?" He asks, confusion laced in his voice.

The two of you stop at a crosswalk and you look up at him with a smile. "Yeah, we can go pick some apples!" You say excitingly, causing the mafia boss' heart to flutter in his chest.

He clears his throat and shakes his head a bit. "We can go by ourselves," Bucky offers and your eyes widen at the offer.

"You're serious?" You whisper, tightening your grip on the man's arms.

Bucky laughs and wets his lips, placing his free hand on top of yours. "Yeah. I-I want to make you happy, doll," he mumbles before bringing your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it. "It's not every day a beautiful woman like yourself catches my heart."

Your cheeks blush and rest your cheek against the jacket he's wearing. "Pick me up tomorrow at four?" You ask him while biting your bottom lip.

The brunette grins before nodding his head in response. "I'll have someone drive us out," he offers as the two of you stop in front of your apartment building.

"I'll see you tomorrow then, Mr. Barnes," you giggle and lean on your toes, kissing his cheek.

Bucky grins while resting his hand on your hips, squeezing you gently. "See you tomorrow, doll," he mumbles before watching you walk into your building.

-

"I'm sorry, what?!" Laila asks as she and your other two friends stand on your doorstep. "You're going there with Bucky? After we told you that we didn't want him there?"

You narrow your eyes at the three women and cross your arms over your chest. "You guys don't have to stay with us. You're more than welcome to go without me. I'm sorry that I wanted to do something nice with him," you tell them sternly while rolling your eyes.

"You realize going out with a mafia boss puts a target on your back?" Celia asks with a raised eyebrow. "We're just looking out for you, sweetie."

"Well, stop. I can look out for myself. Girls," you trail off and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "I really like him. He's nice to me. He treats me well. Can't you just accept that?"

Someone clears their throat and your three friends jump in their spot before whipping their heads around. Bucky stands behind them and you notice a bouquet of roses in one of his hands. "Am I interrupting?" He asks while the girls make room for him to walk into your place. "Hi, doll."

"Hey, handsome," you grin, looking up at him through your lashes. "Those for me?"

A blush dusts Bucky's cheek as he nods, handing the bouquet to you. "I didn't know what kind of flowers you liked, so I stuck with roses. A classic," the man shrugs his shoulders, causing you to giggle.

"I love them. Thank you, Buck," you mumble and kiss his cheek. "Be right back."

You walked further into your apartment, putting the roses in a vase. His blue eyes glance towards your friends, noticing the fear in their eyes.

"Hi, I'm Bucky," he introduces himself before holding his hand out.

"We know who you are," Laila points out before looking at the two others. "Let's get out of here."

Bucky furrows his brows and watches the three women leave your apartment. You come back almost two minutes later, the smile dropping from your lips as you notice it's just Bucky standing there. "Did they leave?" You ask him, causing the brunette to nod his head.

His blue eyes watch a sigh leave your lips as your arm links with his. "Are they usually that rude?" Bucky mumbles.

"They don't like you because of your title," you explain and Bucky lets out a quiet ah. "But, I don't care what they think. You're… you're so sweet to me and-"

The two of you stop in at the elevator and Bucky presses a finger to your lips, cutting your words off. "It's okay, doll. You don't have to justify yourself for their actions," he reassures you while stroking your cheek. "To them, I'm some dangerous person, but they don't know me as you do."

Your heart flutters and you lean into his touch. Bucky grins and dips down to kiss your lips when the elevator doors open, causing the two of you to pull away abruptly. Chuckles leave both of your lips and Bucky holds his hand out, motioning for you to step in first.

"Don't let them ruin the night, okay?"

The wind blows through your hair as you and Bucky walk around the apple orchard. You're a bit surprised he let you hold his hand, a smile gracing the man's lips as you lead him through the various trees.

You pick a few apples and set them into the woven basket, noticing the sun beginning to set. You shiver as the temperature starts to drop. "It’s starting to get chilly," you mention while looking for some more apples to grab.

Bucky glances down at you before letting your hand go. "Do you want to borrow my jacket?" He asks while tugging the blazer off of his shoulders.

"Are you sure?" You whisper and Bucky nods his head with a smile. "Thank you, handsome."

The brunette helps you put his blazer on before resting his hand on your lower back. You cuddle into his side as the two of you carry on, hoping that you can do something like this again.

-

"Gorgeous what happens between me and my pretty girl is our business, don't interrupt us again." He pulled you in for a kiss, murmuring that you needed to taste how sweet you are and stop trying to keep him away from his pussy, if he dies, he dies, you're breakfast, lunch, and dinner Gorgeous.