Summary: Impatience and because Bucky looks damn good in his uniform plus inappropriate behavior in public, with a dash of adrenaline from fear of being caught, and that Bucky can never tell you “no” especially on his last night in New York

Pairing: 40s!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Consensual oral (male receiving), partially public sexual content, pre ca:tfa, tones of dominant reader, tones of submissive Bucky. an edit from my Bucky Barnes x Sarah Wilson fic on ao3. my first “x reader insert” fic. this is not friendly for readers of minor age range.

Note: I said I was going to convert my fic to an ex reader fic and now here it is! Because I thought I’d try my hand at these reader self insert fics cause I was curious 🤷🏾‍♀️ why not? tagging self insert writers I know @cocoamoonmalfoy @afriendlyblackhottie @hauntedelation @october505 @dragonmaiden79 @supremethunda

1942. New York.

It’s the last day soldiers are visiting before being shipped off for war, and your boyfriend, Bucky, is determined to dedicate this final night for you both.

Currently, you’re mouthing at his neck, your warm breath on his neck a great contrast to the cool atmosphere of the setting sun. The rough brick wall you’re pressing him against is felt through the material of his sergeant jacket but not hard enough to scratch painfully against his skin. His cheeks are hot, his hands are hot, and his blood is being directed straight from his pumping heart to gather viciously between his legs.

Bucky bites his bottom lip to prevent all of New York from hearing his groaning.

It’s a little before the sun fully sinks into night and his lips pucker in another kiss. He’s lost in you; he’s all hypnotized and knows that all you have to do is bat your eyelashes and smile, twirl a lock of hair around your finger or run your hand up his arm, and he’s yours.

Bucky sighs raggedly, your kissing deepening, his mouth falling open upon your tongue’s request of entry. Still leaned against the wall like this, he doesn’t often find himself on this end of things, preferring to fulfill the dominant role—and for a brief moment, he lifts his hands to automatically, robotically, with familiarity find your waist, his large hands sliding down to your hips before depending further to give your lovely ass a squeeze.