Willie's hyperfixations

“Hey guys,” you said to the group. “Sorry for being late, tough day at work.”

Your eyes met Leon’s for a moment, catching a questioning look on his face.

“No worries, Leon was just talking about how he saved the president’s daughter,” your brother said, rolling his eyes as he had heard the story a million times before.

You chuckled and sat down, pouring yourself a glass of wine.

“I wasn’t really bragging about it or any-”

“Knowing you? You were definitely bragging about it,” you giggled, and the girl sitting next to him glared at you. You raised your brow. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” you said to her, forcing a smile as you noticed her creeping closer to Leon.

“I’m Elaine. Josh and I met at the gym; he introduced me to Leon, too.” She said your boyfriend's name with a hint of sweetness.

How come I’ve never heard about Elaine? - you thought, but decided to talk about it later. Leon continued the story of saving Ashley from the cultists, but you couldn't focus on it (even though you knew the story by heart). You observed how Elaine listened to him like he was some kind of god, and your blood boiled.

After some time, everyone started talking amongst themselves, and you went to your room to unpack your bag, your moves slightly clumsy from the nerves. You heard your door open, and just as you were about to tell the person to leave you alone, your eyes met Leon’s worried gaze.

“Hey hun,” he smiled softly, coming closer to you. Your heart softened a little at the nickname.

“Hey,” you sighed as he wrapped his arms around you.

“You look exhausted,” he said, kissing the crown of your head and playing with your hair.

“I am,” you tried not to cry. “And seeing you with some girl I’ve never heard about didn't help.”

He pulled back from the hug to cup your face. “Are you jealous?” he asked, a hint of an amused smile on his face.

You squinted your eyes at him. “Don’t look so happy about it, asshole.”

He chuckled. “That’s my girl.” He leaned in to kiss you. “You have nothing to worry about, really. No one compares to you.” He kissed your nose. “You want to get out of here?”

“No, it’s Josh’s birthday. I can’t.”

“Hm, then let’s do it like this: we stay here, then I’ll pretend to leave and wait for you in the garage. Then we can go to mine. I’ll make you dinner and we’ll cuddle. Sounds good?”

“Remind me, why did I hate you?” you asked, eyes glossy.

“You didn’t. I just turned you on.”

You snorted and smacked his arm. “You better go back before Elaine starts a search party.”

“You’re hot when you’re jealous,” he kissed your lips quickly and left the room. You followed shortly after.

When you returned to the living room, Elaine was again almost glued to Leon. He looked at you, though, reassuringly.

“Leon is single, actually,” you heard part of the conversation.

“Nah, I’m not anymore.”

You stopped right in your tracks. You raised a brow. “You’re not? And who’s putting up with you? She must be really annoying,” you played along.

“Oh, you’d love her. She’s annoyingly beautiful, smart, and so hot,” he smiled at you, and you tried not to smile back.

“And why is she not here?” asked Elaine.

“She lives really close,” he said, almost laughing at his own game.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” asked Josh, slightly offended. “Show me a picture, at least.”

“She’s not your type, man,” Leon quickly retorted.

“Let me decide. Maybe I’ll steal her from you,” Josh joked, grabbing Leon’s phone.

The thing Leon had forgotten to mention? That picture of you in the bikini he had taken last weekend was his new lockscreen.

“Isn’t that your sister?” asked Elaine, looking between Josh and Leon.

Josh looked straight at you, and you froze.

“Surprise?” you said nervously. Leon couldn’t help but laugh at the awkwardness of the situation.

“Fucking finally,” Josh muttered before hugging you. “I was wondering when you both would realize that you’re in love.” He ruffled your hair.

***

You arrived at Leon’s apartment, and he did as promised. You sat on the couch as he prepared dinner, smiling at him.

“That went well,” you said, looking at Leon as he warmed up the pan.

“It really did.”

“You knew he was going to find out, hm?” you asked as he plated the dish.

“I didn’t think he’d look at my phone, but yeah.”

“Then why did you do it?”

“I didn’t want to keep us a secret anymore,” he said, giving you a kiss on the forehead and a plate of spaghetti.

You put the plate down on the coffee table and sat on his lap. “I love you,” you said suddenly. He looked at you, wide-eyed. “You don’t have to say it ba-”

He kissed you feverishly, pulling you closer, the food long forgotten as he carried you to his bedroom. He dropped you on his bed carefully and hovered over you.

“I love you too,” he smiled before kissing you again. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed his hand under the hem of your shirt.

“Are you still tired, baby? We don’t have to do anything now.”

“I want you to fuck me to sleep, Leon,” you said, almost cringing at how pathetic you sounded.

He inhaled sharply. “Your wish is my command.”

Your shirt and pants were off in no time, leaving you in only a matching set of underwear. You had known you’d see him tonight, so you had put in a little effort. He smiled at the sight of his favourite set, biting your nipple through the material of your lace bra.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he murmured, trailing his kisses down your body until he reached your panties. “Can I take them off?” he asked, and you nodded.

He took off your underwear and kissed his way up from your ankle, reaching your inner thigh and biting it softly. Just as you were about to scold him, he hoisted up your ass, sliding his hands under you so he could press his mouth against your pussy. He nudged your clit with his nose, earning a sigh from you. He smiled, giving a quick lick to the swollen bud.

“Stop playing with me,” you moaned as he continued the movement.

He pulled your pussy even closer to his face, hands gripping the meat of your ass.

“How do you want it then, sweetheart?” His breath tickled your heat as he looked into your eyes.

“Don’t be so gentle. I’m not gonna break.”

He nodded and leaned down. His tongue pressed hard against your clit, his face almost grinding against you. You squealed at first but quickly became a panting mess as he flattened out his tongue and ground his face against you. You tried to help him, moving your hips, but he scolded you with a light swat. You could feel him grinding against the mattress as your pussy clenched, close to an orgasm. You rode it out on his face, almost screaming his name.

“Was that not-gentle enough?” he asked, wiping his chin, which was covered in your cum.

“Yeah,” you said, your voice hoarse from the orgasm. “I want you to give me another,” you whined, palming him through his pants.

“Baby, you know me. I wouldn’t let you go to sleep without at least one more,” he winked and took off his pants. You sat up for a moment just to take off his shirt. You couldn’t help but lean in and bite his bicep. He laughed at you, but in a sweet way.

“Are you too tired to ride me?” he asked, cupping your face, and you shook your head.

“No. Do you want me to?” you asked, already switching positions to sit on him.

He nodded, biting his lip as you sat on his lap, his dick not slipping into you yet. You took his shaft and lined it up with your entrance, and he watched as your face twisted in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up. You sighed as you fully lowered yourself, already eager to ride him.

“Feels good?” he asked as you started to grind. You nodded, biting your lip.

“I want your words, sweetheart.” He grabbed your hips, helping you grind harder.

“Mhmp… s’good, Leon,” you mumbled almost incoherently as he thrust up into you.

“That’s my girl. Come on, ride me harder, my pretty girl,” he said between pants, one hand gripping your breast while the other held your hip. “You squeeze me so good. You’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth as you clamped down on him. “Come for me, baby,” he said as he saw you close to your orgasm. “I love you so fucking much.”

You came as he said that, and he followed right after, the look of pleasure on your face and the squeeze of your pussy against his shaft making him lose it completely.

You collapsed, taking deep breaths against his shoulder as he ran his hand through your hair.

“Are you okay?” he asked, kissing your temple.

“Mhm. Sleepy now,” you nuzzled closer to him. He chuckled and held you for a while, still playing with your hair. He cleaned you up before you fell asleep and tucked you into bed with another kiss on the forehead.

“I’ll be right back. I just need to clean up first,” he said as you protested against him leaving you alone.

You mumbled something incoherently, and he smiled to himself, closing the door softly so as not to wake you up. Leon had always dreamed of it- of having someone like you to come home to. And now that he had it, he wasn't going to let you go. Ever.

The first time it happened, you had just turned 18 and were at a pool party. You fought with Leon over a drink choice so badly that your friends insisted you two take it somewhere else. You remember him screaming at you, and you leaning in to kiss him. That was the first time he ate you out in the garage.

After that, it became almost a tradition – every fight ended up with him in your bed, shower, or even the pantry. It was an unwritten rule between you two: it’s just sex and your brother can never know.

It was Friday, and your brother had planned a ‘boys' trip’ to the mountains. He had already left, leaving you home alone, free to play loud music and video games for the entire weekend. Unfortunately, your bliss was interrupted by a quick text message.

“Forgot the keys to the cabin, Leon will jump in to pick them up. Be nice, don’t kill him.”

Your heart beat faster as you texted your brother back: “No promises.”

You don’t even remember how you ended up in this… position this time. Sprawled over your bed, his lips teasing you through your panties.

“You’re so gorgeous,” he whispers.

“And you’re so annoying,” you almost moan, tugging at his hair as he nibbles at the cotton underwear.

“Oh, so you want me to stop?” he asks, nuzzling your clothed sex one more time.

“Don’t even try,” you say, pushing him closer as he chuckles with satisfaction.

He doesn’t even bother to take off your underwear; he just pushes the material to the side to devour you with his tongue. Oh, and he was skilled. The pace, the motion, the pressure – everything was so deliciously perfect that it sent you over the edge in record time. Moaning his name like a mantra, you almost made him bald from how hard you tugged at his hair. He smirks at you again as he emerges from between your legs, his ego almost bursting from the satisfaction of making you such a panting mess.

“As sweet as ever,” he says, wiping his mouth and crawling up to kiss you.

You could feel yourself on his tongue as it slipped between your lips, his hands cupping your face as he ground against you.

“Leon, I need you now,” you whimper, and he doesn't hesitate.

His clothes leave his body in an instant, and he lines up his cock with your entrance. He observes your face as he slips into you, agonizingly slowly. He loved the sight of your furrowed brows and the way you bit your lip when you thought he was taking it too slow.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he scolds as you close your eyes in pleasure. You oblige, though, and he smiles again as you gasp at the feel of him stretching you out. “That’s m’girl, taking me so well,” he mutters as he slips in and out of you.

“I need more, Leon,” you mewl, and he thrusts into you harder, toying with your clit.

“You’d be such a catch if you weren’t so annoying,” he says between thrusts.

“And you would be such a catch if you shut up sometimes,” you say as you pull him down and change positions so that you’re on top. Before he can say anything, you shut him up with a kiss, riding him. “It's a good thing you have an amazing dick; otherwise, you’d be useless,” you mumble into his lips.

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” he smiles, grabbing your hips to help you sink onto him.

You can feel another orgasm building up as he thrusts upward, your core full of his length. Your tits bounce up and down, and he reaches out with one hand to squeeze your nipple. You moan at the sensation, earning a satisfied sound from him. He could feel your pussy clenching around his shaft, making him grunt. Your nails scratch his stomach as he quickens the pace, fucking you even harder.

“Leon, I’m not gonna last long,” you pant.

“I’m close too, sweetheart, if you keep squee-oh, fuck,” he groans as he spills into you, his dick twitching, hands gripping your waist as he rides out his pleasure. He pushes through the feeling of overstimulation, continuing to grind against you, his thumb toying with your clit. “Come for me, sweetheart,” he says, a different kind of softness in his voice. You brush against his thumb one last, sweet time before collapsing on him with his name on your lips.

He brushes your hair off his face as you fall onto him. He gently strokes your back as you lie like that for a few minutes.

“I hate you so much,” you mutter quietly, without any real bite to it.

He just chuckles and kisses your temple with a soft, “I know.”

He picks you up so you both don't make a mess and carries you to the bathroom to take a shower. He notices how your legs still tremble, which makes him smile to himself.

“Need a hand, sweets?” he asks, his brow raised.

“It’s all your fault,” you say, placing your hand on the shower wall to steady yourself.

“Oh, I know that.” His smirk makes your blood boil, but your heart also skips a beat. You mutter something incoherently as he steps into the shower, wincing under the hot water. “Are you showering in a volcano?” he asks.

“I’m just a beast from hell,” you retort as he washes you up.

“More like a fallen angel,” he says, making you blush as he shampoos your hair.

It wasn’t the first time that this “enemies-with-benefits” act had turned into something more… domestic. You hum as he massages your scalp.

“How is it going with that girl from work?” you ask, trying to sound as casual as you can.

“Oh, it’s not going at all,” he says, looking at you as you rinse your hair, steadying you with his hand. “We were on one date, and that’s all.” He shrugs, but you can feel there’s something else.

“I feel like you’re not telling me the whole story.” You tilt your head to the side.

“It’s, um…” he scratches the back of his neck. “She said she could feel I was thinking about something else the entire night.”

“And?” You turn off the shower, and he hands you a towel.

“I kinda was.”

“And what could you have been thinking about that stopped there being another date?” you ask, drying your damp hair.

“You.”

The confession leaves you baffled.

“Wait, what?” you ask, suddenly feeling too naked for this conversation.

“Listen, sweetheart, we both know that we don’t really hate each other anymore. We drive ourselves crazy, but not with hate anymore.” He tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t you think we should try making this, I don’t know, a relationship?”

“I don’t think my brother would be happy with that,” you say before you can think, earning a laugh from him.

“I think he’d prefer me falling in love with you over us hating each other’s guts.”

You look at him for a moment longer, really taking in his naked form as he asks you to become his girlfriend. You knew emotions weren’t his strong suit, and God, you’ve felt something other than hatred for him for a long, long time now.

“Okay, Leon, let’s try,” you nod. He leans down to kiss you – this time slower, more filled with emotion than lust. “That doesn’t change the fact that I still find you infuriatingly annoying,” you whisper.

The restaurant buzzed with chatter as you walked in, immediately noticing your friend waiting for you.

“Y/N!” she exclaimed, giving you a hug. “The boys should be here soon.”

“I still don’t know why you decided a double date was something we should try,” you say, rolling your eyes.

“Why so negative? You’ll like the one I chose for you - his name is Chris, he works in finance…” You almost stop listening the moment you see a familiar face approaching the table.

“Oh, Leon, you’re already here! And with flowers! Thank you so much,” she chirps. You freeze.

Was your ex-boyfriend the other half of this double date? The universe truly has a funny way of ruining your love life.

“Y/N, this is Leon. Leon, this is Y/N,” she says, introducing you. You open your mouth to say this is all a mistake, but Leon catches your hand, squeezing it in greeting.

“Pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” he says, a glint of well-known mischievousness in his eyes.

Oh, two can play this game.

“Likewise,” you smile back.

“My friend Chris should be here in a moment. I apologise for him being late,” Leon says as you sit down.

You almost roll your eyes as it all starts to make sense - you know Chris, and he definitely doesn't work in finance. You feel a pang of guilt for lying to your friend, considering this is her third date with Leon, but you can’t help falling back into the old habit of playing whatever game Leon starts. He smiles at you from across the table, looking amused as his knee brushes yours. You try to scold him with a glare, but it’s impossible when he looks at you like that. In short - you are fucked*.

A few minutes later, Chris joins. His eyes widen at the sight of you, but Leon kicks him under the table before he can say anything. You exchange introductions, though Chris can’t help but furrow his brows at the charade.

The dinner passes in a blur of chatter, funny stories, and “accidental” brush from Leon’s knee or touch of his hand. Eventually, you excuse yourself to the bathroom. As you leave, you find Leon leaning against the wall waiting for you.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, keeping your voice low.

“Can’t a man use the bathroom?” he smirks, knowing damn well that wasn't why he followed you. “You look good, sweetheart,” he says, looking you up and down. “Even better than the last time I saw you.”

You can’t help the familiar warmth pooling in your stomach. In a different setting, those words might have sparked something in you.

“Should I remind you that you’re here on a date with my friend?” you ask, raising a brow.

He grins. “She’d call you merely a work colleague. You get too attached, honey.”

You scoff. “Doesn’t matter! I can’t do this to her.”

“And what exactly is this?”

“God, you’re so annoying,” you mutter, turning to walk away, but he catches your wrist and spins you into his chest.

“I missed you. You’re hot when you’re annoyed,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Leon…”

“Tell me you didn’t miss me and I’ll let you go. I won't bother you anymore.” He whispers it so close that the distance between you is non-existent. You can't say it. It would be a lie. But the truth feels like a betrayal to your friend. You sigh, and he sees your hesitation. “Thought so,” he says, suddenly pulling back.

Just as you’re about to speak, your friend emerges from around the corner.

“Hey, did you guys get lost?” she asks jokingly.

“No, there was a long line, and we bumped into each other,” Leon smiles at her. You notice it’s not the same kind of smile he gives you.

“Oh, okay!” she chirps, disappearing into the bathroom.

Leon turns back to you, but you’ve already went back to the table where Chris is waiting.

“I’m guessing Leon won’t be taking your friend out on another date?” Chris asks the second you sit down.

“Finance? Really?” you ask, ignoring his question entirely.

After dinner, the four of you stand in front of the restaurant while your friend finishes a cigarette. She looks at Leon expectantly, batting her eyelashes.

“So, are we going back to my place?” Your heart stops.

“I’d love to, but you mentioned Y/N lives right next to me, and I already offered her a ride home,” Leon says smoothly. You almost admire how quickly he bluffs.

“Oh. Next time then?”

“I’ll text you,” he says, giving her a brief kiss on the cheek.

Chris almost snorts at the bullshit but just gives you a wink and a goodbye hug. Your friend disappears into an Uber a few minutes later, finally leaving you alone with Leon.

“Wow. You are really good at bullshitting girls,” you say.

And that’s how you find yourself here. Your back is against the cold elevator wall as he kisses your neck. You moan when he finds that one particular spot he knows you like, and you feel him smile against your skin.

“Oh, I missed those sounds,” he chuckles as the elevator reaches his floor.

You don’t even remember how you ended up on his couch. Now, you’re straddling his lap, hands tangled in his hair, tugging at the strands.

“You know you have to let her down, right?” you ask, grinding against him.

“I’d really rather not talk about your friends while I’m about to fuck you,” he mutters, making you giggle.

“I missed that sound, too.” Your heart does a little backflip** at the confession.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?”

“Never,” he grins, picking you up and carrying you toward the bedroom. He drops you onto the bed, watching as you start to crawl back towards the headboard. “And where do you think you’re going?”

His hand catches your ankle, sliding up under the hem of your dress. “I’ve always loved you in dresses. Easy access.” He smiles cockily. You open your mouth to retort, but his finger brushes your clit, turning your comeback into a strangled moan.

He kneels at the foot of the bed, grabbing your hips to pull you to the edge. One thing about Leon is - he always makes sure to maintain eye contact while taking off your panties. This time is no exception. “God, I almost forgot how wet you get for me,” he says, before diving down to eat you out.

His tongue works in circles around your clit while his fingers bury themselves deep. He groans, pulling himself closer until his nose brushes you in the most delightful way.

“Oh, Leon, don’t stop,” you purr. You can feel the orgasm approaching, your fingers tightening in his hair. Sensing you're close, he quickens the pace. You reach the peak almost instantly, suddenly feeling lightheaded.

“I could eat you out all day,” he pants, pulling back to catch his breath.

You push up on your elbows. “It’s almost a shame that’s my turn now.”

“You know you don't have to-“

“Stand up and shut up,” you command. He obliges. You reach for his belt, fingers trembling slightly. He helps you out, shucking his pants and boxers in one quick movement. “Eager, are we?”

Before he can answer, you take his length into your mouth. He tilts his head back with a low groan. You use your hand to help, taking him as deep as you can. Your teeth brushing his length from time-to-time.

“You think you could swallow me whole?***” he asks, his hand fisting in your hair. You’d laugh if your mouth wasn't full. “As much as I love this, sweetheart, I’d rather come inside you.”

He pulls you back and sweeps his thumb over your bottom lip, licking away the mixture of your saliva and his cum. The sight alone nearly gets you to the another orgasm. He pins you to the bed, his large frame caging you in.

“Can I please fuck you?”

You snort. “I think I’ll scream if you don’t, at this point.”

“Good girl,” he says, entering you in one swift thrust. You gasp, your breath hitching at the fullness.

“Still as tight and warm as I remember,” he mutters, his pace so messy, that it’s almost sloppy. “I missed you so much,” he whispers, kissing your temple.

“I missed you too,” you whisper back, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper. To feel him as close as possible.

“I’m not gonna last long after what you did with that mouth,” he groans against your lips. You just nod, matching his rhythm, feeling the orgasm building up in you. He hits his release just seconds after you do, grinding against you (already overstimulated) with a final, heavy grunt.

You lie there for a long time, wrapped in each other, silently. The future is blurry, but the present is warm - the kind of warmth only he could provide, always.

“I’m definitely not calling your friend,” he whispers into your collarbone.

You smack his arm, but giggle at the comment. A/N: I congratulate you, Dearest Reader, reaching the end (hehe). Is this my longest fic? I think so. Does Leon deserve it? Definitely. Enjoy! Please keep in mind that English is not my first language and I despise proofreading! :)

*Not yet ;)

**Like RE4 Remake Leon

Ex-assassin, ex-winter soldier, currently a really bad congressman. A good human, fighting for a good cause, but you actually didn't know why he would get into politics. You liked him, but since he started working in Congress, you had to fix things that he had done. He always apologised, you two have spent a lot of sleepless nights over documents and studying the current law and political situation. You both have made a good team of people who care about similar things. You have made it your personal goal to teach him how to get around, mingle, and make good impressions. Over the weeks, you’ve grown closer – you could call him your only real friend, even when most things you’ve talked about were congress and meetings at work.

Tonight was one of those nights when you taught him how to be actually good at his job. You were in his living room, sitting on the couch in your casual attire, while he was practicing a speech in the centre of the room.

“Buck, sorry, but you cannot use the word worrying in every sentence.” You say, trying to hold your laugh in.

“It is a worrying matter,” he says with a slight smirk. “I am not very good at this, am I?” he asks, sitting next to you on the couch with a groan.

“You’ve had better days,” you chuckle, “but don’t worry, you’re doing well, you’re probably tired, it’s getting late.” You smile at him softly, touching his arm in a comforting manner. “I should go, and you should rest.”

“Wait,” he grabs your wrist before you even try to stand up. “Thank you, really,” he says with a slight smile, brushing his thumb against your knuckles.

“Don’t mention it, we act for the same cause, remember?”

He nods and leans in slightly closer, “yeah,” he says, letting out a breath.

You get lost in a moment for a second and lean even closer to him, maintaining eye contact. His eyes travelled between your lips and your eyes, which should scare you off – he was your co-worker technically, but you couldn’t deny the pull you felt towards him. He was handsome, smart, and had morals. You knew you shouldn’t fall for him, so you kept your relationship strictly professional, at least that's what you’ve said to yourself between stolen glances and accidental touches. It didn’t seem professional now, you in your casual clothes, sitting on a couch, your wrist in his grip, your face close to his, his other hand leaning to cup your cheek.

“I don’t think we should do this,” you whisper as he caresses your cheek softly.

“Do what?” he asks with an innocent smile, his face now close enough for his lips to brush against yours while he speaks.

“Whatever this is,” you practically whisper into his lips.

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“I can’t”

That’s all it took for him to close the remaining distance and kiss you. You fall back, head on the pillows, Bucky on top of you, his tongue begging for entrance to kiss you properly. Fuck it, you think to yourself, wrapping your hands in his hair, pulling him even closer. He kissed you passionately, hungry even, his right hand cupping your cheek, while the left one travelled down your body, feeling it. After a second, it slips under your t-shirt, caressing the skin of your stomach, travelling up. His lips make their way to your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on the side of it.

“s’beautiful,” he mutters into your neck, his hand squeezing your breast. “Can I take it off?” he asks, pulling at the hem of your shirt, and you nod. “I need words, sweet thing,” he whispers, and you reach to the hem of your shirt, taking it off by yourself. He chuckles, but the breath gets caught in his throat at the sight of your lacy bra. You gasp as he bites your nipple through the see-through material, his hand travelling to unclasp the lingerie at the same time. He takes your bra off, starting to lick and bite your breasts like a madman, groaning into your skin. Your fingers dig into his flesh between the sounds of your moans and gasps.

“Maybe you should also take off your shirt?” you ask as he pulls back from your chest for a second. You take the opportunity to tug at the material, revealing his vast shoulders, salivating a little at the sight of his abs. You could see that he was slightly self-conscious when you looked at the part when his flesh connected with the vibranium of the left arm, so you tugged him closer, kissing the spot. “you’re really hot, Barnes” you murmur into his shoulder “I wonder what that hand could do” your lips move close to his ear as you whisper that part.

That makes him groan loudly and push you down on the couch again. He tugged at the material of your pants, taking them off, revealing the lacy panties underneath.

“Jesus Christ, you’re going to kill me, doll,” he mutters as his hot breath now fans over your centre. He starts mouthing your pussy through the material, biting here and there, as his metal hand gripped your thigh. “You want to see what I can do with that one?” he asks with a smirk, and you nod frantically. He smiles even wider and takes off your panties in a swift movement, leaving you completely bare under him. His vibranium finger slipped between your folds, and he moaned as he felt how wet you are. “All of this for me, doll?” he coos and slips two fingers into you. A moan escapes your mouth as two thick, vibranium fingers curl in you. He chuckles and sets more comfortably between your thighs, “Oh, the things I want to do to you,” he whispers.

“Do them,” you almost beg as you make eye contact with him.

He only nods, swallowing hard before his tongue darts out, tasting you slowly, his mouth greedily joining his fingers. Your head fell back, fingers now in his hair, tugging the locks and scratching his scalp at the feeling of pleasure. His tongue was everywhere at once, adding much-needed stimulation to his fingers that spread you out perfectly. He could feel you tensing, being close to the edge. He sped up and added another finger, the sudden coolness of vibranium made you scream his name in pleasure. “I could do it all night,” he mutters, diving in for the last time as you came on his fingers. He had let you ride out your orgasm, enjoying every little squeeze on his fingers, freeing them after a while and licking them clean. “You taste like heaven, doll,” he says with a smile, and it almost makes you come again. He leaned in and kissed you passionately; you could still taste yourself on his lips. You tugged at his pants, nearly begging him to take them off with your movements. He obliged, taking them off, now standing next to the couch with only his boxers on, the visible outline of his cock making you even more turned on.

"Now let me take care of you," you whisper, kneeling. You push his boxers down, his cock now free and leaking, twitching as you grab it with one hand and stroke. Maintaining eye contact, you licked it from the base to the wet head of his cock, wrapping your mouth around the head, tasting the pre-cum. He groaned, containing himself from pushing your head so that you can swallow him whole. You smile while taking more of his dick in your mouth. He almost couldn’t bear it, your hand and mouth working in sync, your tongue swirling, you letting a satisfied hum as he finally fisted your hair. You moaned at the feeling, but he tugged at your hair, so that you’d stop.

"As much as I enjoy that, I want to fuck you properly* he says between heavy breaths, "and I am barely restraining myself right now".

You chuckle as he sits down on a couch and pulls you in to straddle him. "Want to ride me, doll?"

You nod almost frantically at the question, and he smirks, trying to stifle a groan as he slips into you and you immediately start to move. "Fucking hell, you're so tight," he whispers, metal hand in your hair, the flesh one groping your thigh. "I think I'm going to cum like a damn teenager if you keep that up," he whispers, biting your neck slightly, „and I want to make you feel so good, baby, you're just like heaven, never fucked better pussy" he says, almost mumbling his words.

You moan loudly, starting to speed up, his dick hitting the exact right spot, "Oh, Buck."

"That's right, doll, use me, fuck me, I want to feel you come on my dick"

You smile at his words, your breath hitching as you could feel yourself getting closer. "James, I'm so close," you murmur, and he helps you, bucking his hips under you, "come for me, doll, let me see your pretty face." You come with a scream, your pussy squeezing him perfectly, so that he comes right after you with a loud groan. "Jesus, doll," he whispers, "I think I died".

You giggle, the aftershocks of your orgasm still hitting you in waves. "It was worth dying for,"  you say, laughing into his bare shoulder.

You both stay like that, quiet and sweaty, cuddling on his couch, his cock still in you as you cuddled. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispers and kisses your collarbone

"You're quite handsome yourself," you say with a chuckle 

He rolls his eyes but gives you a kiss on the forehead. "Come, let's take a shower," he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom as you squeal his name in surprise.

Both of you were too occupied to even think about the consequences of your actions.

“y/n, we are telling you, there are no such guys, Bucky doesn’t like that, he just loves you and does it for you only. I can bet he hasn’t eaten out any girl, back in the 1940s,” the female speaks up again with a laugh at the end.

“I have to agree with that – skill doesn’t equal pleasure in doing it”

There is a long silence following that; he could practically hear your mind spinning. He couldn’t believe the transfer of feelings those girls were doing and how it affected you, probably making you feel bad. He couldn’t stand it any longer and came up to the door, closing it loudly, so they could hear that.

“Hey, I’m home,” he greets from the corridor, pretending to take off his boots, just as you emerge from the living room.

He could see that the smile on your face is faint and the lip bite that indicated that you are fighting with whatever is going on in your mind.

“Hi,” you come up to him and kiss his lips softly. “The girls are just leaving,” you add, just as your friends emerge from the room. He greets them with nod and a smile.

“Hey Buck,” they say and kiss you goodbye. You smile at them kindly as they leave, closing the door behind them.

He wraps his arms around you, kissing your neck.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” he asks between the kisses. “I can almost see your internal struggle, doll.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s that stupid thing the girls have said,” you try to wiggle out of the embrace.

“You sure? We can talk about it,” he says with a raised brow.

You sigh at the sight, knowing that you won’t get out of this conversation easily.

“Okay, but you are not allowed to laugh, and you have to be 100% honest with me,” you say, pointing your finger at him, moving to your shared bedroom, and sitting on the bed.

He sits in front of you, gaze curious as he nods.

“You know I’m always honest with you,” he smiles softly.

“this is embarrassing” you groan into your hands and he lets out a small chuckle at the dramatics, you smile back and take a deep breath “okay, so… we were talking about a lot of stuff and the girls have said that no guys like togodownonwomen…” you say the last words quickly, but he decodes them and nods patiently. “I protested at first, because you um…seem to enjoy it?” you say, feeling your face turn red, “but maybe I’m in the wrong here?” you ask, “you know you don’t have to do that because I enjoy that? I’m perfectly fine with other stuff we do, I don’t want you to force you…”

He cuts you off with a finger on your lips.

“Doll, breathe” he says with a chuckle “there are a lot of assumptions here, aren’t there?” he raises a brow and you nod, your ears probably red at that point “first of all, I have to admit that I’ve heard some of that conversation...” you open your mouth, but close it after a stern look “and it’s such bullshit, baby.” He chuckles “First of all, there are, for sure, guys that love to go down on women. I do. I love having my face trapped between your beautiful legs, sweetheart” he cups your cheek so that you would look at him ”It’s my favourite thing to be honest. You are not forcing me to do anything. I love when you enjoy what I do, and I’m obsessed with doing it” he smirks “so don’t torture your pretty head with those thoughts, your girlfriends are just jealous probably” he chuckles again and leans in to kiss your forehead.

“I think I’m even more in love with you,” you say after a second, “and very turned on.”

“Oh doll, I don’t mind this at all, let me take care of that,” he says with a smirk, flipping you on the bed, taking your pants off along with your panties in a swift motion. “I’m gonna show you how much I enjoy eating this pretty pussy”.

He starts slowly, kissing your right thigh, nibbling on the skin of your knee, groping the left thigh. His lips are coming dangerously close to the place you want him the most. But Bucky is a tease; he wants to make sure you’re dripping before he even touches you with this tongue. He kisses you just above your clit, making eye contact with you. You almost moan at the sight, his steel blue eyes making you not drop your gaze; you couldn’t hide from it.

“So gorgeous from this angle,” he murmurs into your mound, his lips trailing open-mouthed kisses to your left hipbone and then biting lightly. You moan at the sensation, your hands gripping the bed covers. “So responsive too,” he adds before making his way to your other hipbone.

“Stop teasing, Buck.”

“Stop, doll?” he quirks a brow. “I haven’t even started,” he smirks, his lips travelling to the inside of your thighs. “I have to make you all wet and warm before I touch you properly,” he says while his hand travels between your folds, as he wants to check.

He slowly touches your pussy with one of his fingers, and you almost follow his gesture with a moan. He spreads your folds with both of his fingers and looks at your face as you squirm under his touch.

“Hm, I think you’re ready,” he hums and pulls his face closer.

He hoists you up a little, so your calves are resting on his shoulders, and puts his hands under your ass. Bucky starts with a slow lick, maintaining eye contact with you as you drop your gaze impatiently. You immediately moan, your head falling back at the sensation.

“Mm, you taste so sweet, baby, Imma eat you up,” he murmurs seconds before his lips attach themselves to your pussy.

He nibbles at your folds for a second before he flattens out his tongue and starts licking you up painfully slow, flicking your clit with his upper teeth once in a while. You squirm and moan, finally wrapping your hands in his hair, trying to pull him even closer. He chuckles, “Stubborn, aren’t we?” he asks. His breath on your pussy makes you shiver.

“More, Bucky, please,” you moan.

“Well, if you ask so nicely,” he smirks and starts to eat you out like a man starved.

His fingers joined his lips quickly, and Bucky groans, enjoying how you clench around them.

“Such a good girl for me,” he mutters and sucks on your clit, making you squirm and whine.

“Jesus, Bucky, I…”

“Come for me, baby, let it go,” he says and starts sucking hard, for the last time, his fingers curling and speeding up.

You come moaning his name like a mantra, over and over again. He smiles as you ride out your orgasm, casually brushing his nose and fingers on your clit, shivering at the slightest touch. After a while, he climbs from between your thighs and kisses your forehead.

“You okay?” he asks, pulling you close to him, caressing your back

“No,” you murmur against his chest, and his heart stops. You could feel him tense. “Relax, Buck, I just want more of you…” You almost whine as you scratch his arm pleadingly.

Bucky didn’t have to hear that twice; he shook his head in disbelief.

“Such a needy little thing” he chuckles while taking off his pyjama shorts. “but you know that all of your requests are my orders, pretty girl” You almost drool at the sight of his hard cock and strong muscles on his stomach as he was taking off his shirt. “you look so pretty when you’re laying here all wrecked and needy” he says, leaning to kiss your lips. “wanna ride my cock sweet thing?”

You nod enthusiastically, almost like in a trance. He smiles again as he lies down, prepping a pillow to put under his head. You straddle him, kissing his jaw, caressing his broad shoulders, and tracing the delicate tissue next to where the left shoulder connected with a metal limb. “I love you,” you whispered into his ear, biting the shell of it. He pulls your hips down impatiently, and you line yourself up with his shaft, sitting down slowly. You both moaned as his dick filled you up fully.

“Jesus doll,” he whispered as you started to move slowly. He grips your hips even harder, and you start to move faster, your boobs bouncing over his head. “I could do this all day,” he says, trying to catch your nipple with his teeth, sucking on it right after. Your breath hitches, and you could feel his cock twitch in you. “I can feel you being close, baby,” he grunts. “Come for me, doll, let me hear you.”

The orgasm hits you like a force, aftershocks even harder than the climax itself. He looks at you, cumming right after, the feeling of your pussy clenching at his cock, and your face squinted in pleasure, being just enough to send him over the edge.

“Oh, god, Buck,” you whisper into his neck, as you lie yourself down on his chest.

He kisses your forehead and pets your hair gently.

“I told you I’m living to please you, doll,” he says, breathing heavily, his cock still twitching in you.

The air between you was loaded with it. With tension, with unsaid words, slight silence. It didn’t bother you, you knew it was normal after all you have been through together. The thing was – Bucky was your ex. He broke up with you after Steve left. It was too hard for you both – the reminders of all that have happened to you over those years. You losing all of your friends that were like a family to you, Bucky losing Steve again, you both didn’t have the energy to fight for each other anymore. However, now, he was here, standing in front of you, looking only slightly different than the Bucky you have loved so much, you couldn’t help but feel a pang in your chest. All the hurt that you’ve felt when he left, all the love you have felt all those years have hit you like a train.

“Honey, I see you have met Congressman Barnes” Senator Smith says, interrupting the silence you and Bucky stood in. You shiver at the nickname as it made you uncomfortable, which didn’t go unnoticed by your ex.

“yeah, Senator, we are…” you start saying with a beautiful fake smile

“old friends” adds Bucky, before you can even finish

“oh I forgot about all of that Avengers stuff” the dismissive tone and a laugh that follows his words makes you cringe internally “I’m sorry James, but I have to steal the beautiful lady from you, I see your plus one is also waiting for you” Senator adds and your eyes snap at the lady in the corner. She looked familiar, but you couldn't remember where you have seen her. You couldn’t help, but feel a pang of jealousy going through your chest at the thought that she could be more than just a plus one for the gala. You haven’t found anyone after you two broke up, you were fully convinced that he was your last love and now it seemed like he could move on, and your heart was on the verge of breaking into pieces.

“yeah, it was good to see you” Bucky kept his serious demeanour

“you too” you smile softly, but you could see a million thoughts that were in his head, locked behind his gaze

***

The rest of the gala went smoothly, the Senator was drunk after two hours of mingling, so he decided to leave early. You observed as his chauffeur left with him securely tucked in the back of the car and texted his security guard that he should arrive soon.

“your boyfriend can’t handle his alcohol, huh?” a familiar voice breaks the soft buzzing of the city at night

“my client just left securely tucked in the car, to sleep with his wife, yes” you answer, leaning against the wall behind you “what about your girlfriend?” you raised a brow, continuing your childish game

“my…wha…oh god, you think Mel is my girlfriend?” he groans into his palm as he leans on the wall next to you “I guess we are both jealous idiots” he chuckles, his eyes searching for yours

You lock your gaze with his, seeing a slight vulnerability and emotions you couldn’t quite place yet.

“who said I’m jealous?” you ask, with a hint of playfulness in your voice

“I know you, doll” he answers quietly “I know how you bite the inside of your right cheek when you’re observing someone that’s even mildly interested in me” he smiles softly and turns, so now he is leaning on the wall, but facing you “I know how your breath hitches slightly before you lie” he continues

“that was a long time ago” you counter, but deep down know that nothing has changed since then

“but you haven’t changed a little” his hand brushes a stand of your hair behind your ear “you’re still as beautiful and stubborn as then”

“Buck…” you start to protest, but he cuts you off

“I’m sorry I’ve left you then, I didn’t know what to do with…everything to be honest” he sighs “Losing you was even worse to be honest, but I was too scared to come back”

Your heart stops for a second at the confession.

“why are you saying that now?” your quiet voice is almost unrecognizable

“because I know I fucked up, but seeing you tonight, I needed to apologise. I..I don’t know, I hope you can forgive me for that, that we could maybe…be friends?”

You chuckle at this.

“you know we cannot be friends, Buck” you say with a sad smile, not leaning against the wall anymore, but coming closer to him, holding his eyes on yours

“and why is that?” he asks, his brows furrowed

You only roll your eyes, before stepping closer and bringing your face close to his.

“because friends don’t want to kiss each other like I want to kiss you” you whisper against his lips, before crashing them together

He wraps his hands in your hair, pulling you closer against him as your lips move in sync. He deepened the kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of your mouth, demanding entry. His metal hand travels down, his fingers brushing the curve of your spine. Your hands are placed on the sides of his face as you pull out to take a breath.

“I’ve missed you” he whispers and pulls you closer.

“I’ve missed you too, Bucko” you chuckle “I think you shouldn’t make out with some mystery woman outside of the gala, though” you giggle

“you’re not a mystery woman, you’re my girl” he whispers and your heart does a little flip

“I think that journalist doesn’t know that” you whisper into his ear while pointing at the guy with a camera, hiding behind a Bentley parked outsite of the building.

Bucky groans while pulling out of your embrace and going towards the guy, scaring him off. He turns after a while, fingers brushing through his hair, a smile visible on his face.

“my place?” he asks with a dumb smile

“your place” you chuckle

***

Through the entire ride, you held hands like a teenagers. As you arrived to his apartment, he opened the door for you, but you didn’t have the time to look around as he pushed you against the door and captured your lips hungrily. You squeal-moaned in a surprise, but wrapped your hands in his hair, pulling him closer. He groaned and started to pepper small kisses all over your neck.

“I missed those sounds too” he murmurs against your neck “I almost forgot how responsive you can be” he bites your neck lightly, causing you to whine and he smirks at the sound. Bucky leans back just enough to spin you and work on the zipper on your back “that’s a nice dress, but I think it would look great on the floor”.

You giggle as he preppers kisses down your spine, dragging the zipper to the end. He kneels as he let’s the dress pool at your feet. You turn around almost moaning at the sight of him kneeling before you, squeezing your tights with his hands. You bury your fingers in his hair as he kisses your abdomen.

“I think you’re overdressed” you say to him as he tries to tug your panties down.

“I think you should let me do my job, doll” he says, ripping the material in half.

“James!” you scold him and he just smiles at you.

Your breath stops in your throat as he jolts you up by your thighs, still kneeling, the super soldier strength making it seem like an easiest thing in the world. He looks hungrily between your legs and leans closer to blow at your clit. You hiss slightly, tugging on his hair, making him moan.

“patience, doll, I want to take care of you” he says with a smirk.

His head almost immediately dips between your thighs. At first he licks you with a flattened tongue and you moan almost pornographically. You can feel him smirk into your pussy as he starts to devour you. He licks, nibbles and even bites your folds before sucking on your clit in almost torturous way. He feeds on you like a man starved.

“so fucking sweet” he says between the licks “I could spend all day just eating you out, doll” his heavy breaths make you come almost instantly. He suddenly stands up and you whine in protest. “come to bed sweetheart or my neighbours will complain about the noises you make” he chuckles and you patiently follow after him.

As you both enter his bedroom, you make him sit on the bed and you sit up on his lap, straddling him. You can still feel your taste on his mouth as you kiss him and loosen his tie. He slowly takes off his jacket as you unbutton his shirt. Just as you reach for his belt he tuts at you.

“I haven’t finished yet” he says before flipping you and kneeling at the edge of the bed. His shirt now off him, you could see his muscles tighten as he grabs your legs and tugs you closer to the edge, again attaching his mouth to your clit. This time, he suddenly inserted one of his fingers into you.

“m’more” you moan as he stretches you out with his finger.

He obliges and puts one more finger into you, his tongue licking you faster as he could feel you being close. He curls his fingers and sucks lightly and that’s all you needed to fall apart on his face. You ride out your orgasm as he slowly strokes your hip with his metal fingers.

“jesus, fuck, that was…” you say, panting

“nothing yet” he adds and licks his fingers clean, humming and you almost come again at the sight.

You raise your brow at him and lean in to kiss him. He kisses you back, hovering over you while climbing on the bed. Your fingers travel down his chest to his belt, unbuckling it. It was like a muscle memory. Your hand reached into his boxes already feeling up his hard cock. He groans into your neck as you softly stroke him.

“I don’t think I’m gonna handle your teasing” he says and you giggle

“then what are you waiting for?” you challenge and bite his ear lightly.

He groans at the sensation, taking his pants off in a swift movement, hovering over you quickly. He lines himself up with your entrance, looking into your eyes for a confirmation.

“I love you” he says as you nod and he enters you with a moan. “s’tight” he moans again and you follow with a similar sound.

He quickens the pace as you dig your nails into his back, the sensation making him shiver.

“Jesus doll, how are you so perfect?” he whispers as he fucks you harder into the mattress. Your brain melted like a butter at his praise, you couldn’t even make a proper sentence, let alone think about anything else than his cock going in and out of you. “you’re such a good girl for me, I can feel you squeezing me so tight” he gasps, his breath hitching as your walls squeeze him just right “Imma come so quick like a damn teenage boy” he grits through his teeth.

You squeeze his shoulders tightly, your fingernails digging into the flesh of his arms “yes Buck, please come” you moan

He obliges like a good soldier would, cumming almost immediately after your order, with a loud groan, filling you up.

“I swear, you’re gonna be a death of me, doll” he says after a while, kissing your collarbone.

“I’d prefer you very much alive, Buck” you giggle, kissing his brow.

He props himself up on his elbow as he looks at you.

“I’m glad you came to this gala, I really missed you” he says tracing your face with his other hand.

“I missed you too” you smile softly, nuzzling into his metal palm “and I love you too, I never stopped, not even for a second.”

“that makes both of us” he smiles back and kisses your forehead “so, a new beginning?”