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Description: A stupid little question turns into a makeout session. Your teammates hate to see it, except for one.
Note: Bucky is an absolute menace in this one. Tower fics are so back, enjoy đŤśđź
Masterlist / Johnâs version
"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"
Your question startles Bucky from his half sleep state.
Buckyâs body is stretched out across the Watchtower's living roomâs couch. You're half splayed on top of him, your cheek against his chest, and your fingers playing with the chain of his dog tags.
You can feel his beard grazing your temple, and his vibranium arm is slung over your body, pulling you tighter to him like he can't stand even half an inch of your bodies being apart.
"What?" He asks, in amused disbelief. His voice is rough, heâd been at the brink of falling asleep.
"Yeah" You lazily mumble, tracing the edge of one tag. "What if you woke up and I was suddenly... a worm?"
His soft laugh vibrates against your ear. You feel his hand twitch against your back, like he's resisting the urge to check your temperature or look for a possible concussion.
He ultimately decides it's probably just you being silly.
"Just like that? In our bed?" He asks, eyes wide with mock concern. "I would probably roll over and crush you. Then cry about it for the rest of my life"
He pinches your side playfully.
"Bucky!" You gasp, laughing into his chest.
God. You don't even know what that laugh does to him.
"Come on, be serious" You whine. "Just answer the questionâ
"It's not necessarily a serious question, doll"
"Still needs an answer" You lift your head to glare at him. "Or else."
"Or else?" He playfully mocks, eyebrows rising in feigned shock. He throws his head back, shaking it, and his mouth curls into a teasing smirk. "Hell of a threat coming from a worm"
You narrow your eyes at him.
He chuckles, and the way he smirks is different now. You know it meant he was onto something.Â
"Fine, doll" He says, no longer mocking. "You really wanna know what I would do?â
In one fluid motion, he flips you beneath him, pinning your back to the cushions. His metal arm beside your head holds his weight as he leans down, lips brushing your jaw.
"I'd be real fucking sad, doll" He mumbles against your skin "Because if you were a worm, I couldn't do thisâŚâ
His mouth travels to your neck.
You gasp under him as his beard tickles your skin, his lips trailing hot kisses down your throat. He sucks a spot just below your ear and you whimper, an involuntary, needy sound that he easily pulls from you.
âSee, doll?â He mumbles against your skin. âI wouldnât hear those sweet sounds of yoursâ
Your hands get lost in his hair, tugging, trying to keep yourself grounded. But itâs no use. Heâs all over you.
âBuckyâŚâ you say in a haze, already forgetting what you were even talking about.
He knows youâre melting under his touch, but itâs the only way he can get his point across.
âSo yes, Iâd still love youâ he mumbles, his voice is low and smug âbut I couldnât love you right, dollâ
His vibranium arm slips under you, lifting your hips closer to his.
âYou feel that, doll face? you wouldnât be able to take me like this, couldnât wrap your body around me, couldnâtââ
âBUCKYâ
The chorus of disgusted voices and grunts calling him out crashes into you like cold water.
You freeze on the spot. Bucky immediately pauses and closes his eyes for a second.
With heat all over your faces, you peek over the back of the couch.
There in the open kitchen, John is leaning over the counter, with Ava sitting across from him. Yelena lounges beside her with a bowl of popcorn theyâd been sharing.
âThe stupid worm talk was kinda entertainingâ Yelena says, flicking a handful of popcorn at you âBut now youâre just being disgustingâ
Bucky blocks the kernels with one arm.
âDo you have to get freaky every time youâre in this room?â John complains.
âWeâre literally right hereâ Ava makes a gagging noise.
âWe werenât even doing anythingâ Bucky says innocently, then grins like the little devil he is. âYetâ
You smack his arm and shove his chest to get up from the awkward position. Bucky groans theatrically but stands, running a hand through his tangled hair like heâs proud of the mess you made.
He offers you a hand up, but when you take it he pulls you back against him the moment youâre standing, pressing a kiss to your neck, eyes locked with them like itâs a challenge.
That horny little bastard.
âOkay, thatâs our cue to leaveâ Ava stands abruptly, the stool screeching across the floor. Her nose wrinkles in disgust.
John follows with the popcorn bowl in hand, muttering âItâs literally every damn weekâ
âAlways the same with these two⌠at least have some shameâ Yelena sighs, shaking her head like a disapproving church aunt before trudging after them.
They vanish down the hallway.
âAlone at lastâ Bucky whispers over your ear. He gently tucks your hair behind it, then lays another warm kiss against your neck.
Youâre just starting to melt again, when the sound of the flick of a page makes you freeze again.
You both whip around to find Bob, still curled up in his reading chair in the corner, legs crossed, his left foot bouncing. Heâs been there this entire time, and his expression was calm.
Too calm.
âBobâ Bucky squints at him. âYou okay over there, buddy?â
Bob blinks, just noticing you. âHuh? ⌠Oh! Yeah yeah. Iâve had roommates who were way worse. If you donât mind me, I donât mind you.â
He shrugs, then slips on his noise canceling headphones and continues reading, completely unfazed.
You stare at him horrified. Worse roommates? What on earth has he seen?
You look at Bucky, whose face mirrors your horror.
âOkay⌠this got weirdâ he mutters, shaking his head. But almost instantly, he catches your eye, lips curling. âUnlessâŚâ
He looks at you, with that devilish smirk he only does when he knows he's out of line.
This time you smack him harder.
âJames Buchanan Barnes, you did not just suggest that we âŚâ
You couldnât even finish as you break off in a chuckle when he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, completely unbothered.
âYeah ⌠whatever, doll. You know those headphones wouldnât have helped Bob once I had you screaming into the cushionsâ
You groan, one hand covering your face as the other grabs him by the belt to drag him towards the elevator.
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