#nucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Seduction

Summary: Bucky Barnes has just moved into the tower and he is starting to get into the swing of things. What he didn’t expect is you and the five times you seduced him.

The one thing that James Barnes didn't expect was to fall to the prey to her seduction so easily. He liked to pride himself on the way that he was the one who had seduced women and not have it the other way around. But this new age was far different from the 40's.

It had all started at one of Tony's parties that was on a Saturday night. He had just arrived at the tower a few days ago and he was still adjusting to the swing of things that that the Avengers lived their lives. The one thing he hadn't expected was her.

You hadn't met Bucky yet, officially. You had watched him for when he first arrived at the tower but you hadn't had enough time between mission and the paperwork involved in it to make his acquaintance. It didn't really matter in the long run but it would be the nice thing to do.

You found one of Natasha's old dresses and decided that the blood red color would be perfect. It was utterly sexy and you felt like a million dollars in it. You wouldn't be the one to fall for him because you knew him. You had read the files that Fury had given you when he had first moved in. A charmer and a womanizer.

That had been a long time ago but you knew that the old Bucky still lay underneath the ridges of metal that was now his arm. You wanted to bring out the old Bucky, the one who would charm your pants off with a few words. Besides, it would be an interesting challenge.

The sweet red velvet dress clung to your every curve and the slit riding up your leg was nothing short of enticing. It was an invitation of any male to come and have a taste of what you had to offer. There was also the chance that he wouldn't even come over but that was the risk you were willing to take.

You walked in and grabbed a flute of champagne as a waiter passed by. You surveyed the crowd that laid below you as you stood at the balcony where you felt the eyes of a lot of people on you. You didn't mind at all. You were comfortable in your skin and this meant nothing to you. You just wanted Bucky to notice you.

You dramatically descended the stairs with your black heels clicking against the wood and you found Nat. You went over to her and nudged her slightly.

"You make the dress look good."

"I thought so too. It is beautiful."

"Trying to seduce the newest recruit?" She asked while wiggling her eyebrows.

"First off, never do that again. Secondly, yes. But I haven't seen him come in yet."

"Lucky for you, there he is. Knock him dead."

----

Bucky's jaw had hit the floor. He found himself rather speechless when you started to approach him. He really didn't know what to do because he wasn't the same Bucky anymore. He was different now and he wasn't so sure that he had what it took anymore.

"Relax. She won't bite." Steve encouraged.

He had turned to get a drink from the bar when you had gotten too close. He asked for a beer when he heard you converse with Steve.

"Captain Rogers."

"(Y/N), you don't have to call me that. Steve will do. Besides, we both know you don't have manners."

You released a faked surprised gasp.

"I'm offended. I got manners, when the situation calls for it."

Steve laughed and nudged him in the side, to get him to turn around. Bucky, reluctantly, did and he was surprised. All that was going through his mind was how beautiful you looked and how that dress left nothing to the imagination. It was like seeing you naked, except you were fully clothed.

"You must be James. I'm (Y/N). Its nice to meet you."

He enclosed her own hand in his own and shook it when she offered it.

"Nice to meet you too, (Y/N)."

He had fallen into an easy conversation with the most beautiful woman in the room and he hung off every single word she spoke that graced his ears. She was interested in everything he had to say and even laughed at his jokes. He felt better and maybe he could be the old Bucky, the charmer.

----

The second seduction was a matter of perspective. A hot summers day had driven them outside to the pool that was shining with the Sun's rays. It was glittering in the burning sun and his arm was too.

It was easier to be himself here and the weeks that had passed by with you by his side made everything so much better. He hadn't imagined to feel this welcomed here with these people who had a job of tracking him down. They were nice people and they seemed to care about him.

But she had decided to come out of the sanctuary of the air conditioned compound in a iridescent bikini that had many straps. His first thought was how weird the tan line would be. His second made him blush and shift in his seat. He watched you dive into the water and he swore his heart stopped when you emerged from the water. Bucky believed that you were some sort of goddess with the water highlighting your every curve and how desperately he wanted to worship you, nip and kiss every inch of your skin.

He looked down at his lap in embarrassment. He had no idea where that thought that had come from but the way you did look in that swimsuit had him wondering just why you had decided to wear that.

His rational mind had told him that it was hot out today and you needed something light to wear to let the water in and block out the sun. The other half of his mind was wondering if this was torture. If you were torturing him he wanted to know why and why you had decided to torture him. He was interested now.

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The third time was accidental. You had just come back from a hard mission and every nerve in your body screamed for sleep and relaxation. You dropped your bag in the hallway, not really caring at the moment. All you could think about was how good your bed looked right now.

You closed the door with your feet but you had a feeling that you hadn't hit it hard enough. It didn't matter because no one was really awake at the moment anyway. Bucky was awake but you didn't know and the thought hadn't really crossed your mind.

You rubbed the back of your neck a little to relieve the tension there and then started to unzip your cat suit, one of Natasha's recommendations. You slipped it off of your aching body and tossed it near the door to remind you to take it downstairs to wash it. You put your hair up in a ponytail and decided to rub some soothing lotion into your legs so you wouldn't feel so sore in the morning.

You hadn't heard Bucky's soft gasp from your slightly opened door and you rubbed it into your skin in your lacy undergarments. You undressed, disposing of your bra and slipping on a discarded t shirt from the floor, furthering Bucky's wandering eyes and mind. You yawned a bit and got up to make sure that your door was closed all the way.

Bucky quickly walked away from your door and he had the image ingrained in his mind of you in your underwear and slightly bent over as you rubbed lotion into your skin. He felt a bit frustrated and for the first time in a long time, he fell asleep and dreamed of you.

----

The fourth time was out of emotional turbulence and it wasn't even on purpose. The mission had haunted you for a long time because of how poorly it had ended up. So, clad in a shirt you stole from Bucky's closet and panties, you laid out in one of the lounge chairs outside in the moonlight. The night air relaxed you and you heard the random chirp from the animals of the night.

His own nightmares had woken him up as well, disturbing him and shaking any thoughts of sleep away. He was surprised to find that you were awake as well. He looked over your frame that was bathed in moonlight and obviously troubled. He still found you utterly beautiful.

He remembered that you like apple juice and he went into the kitchen to fetch you a glass so that it might help you. When he returned, he found the lounge chair empty but he heard the faint sound of water splashing. He set the glass down by the chair and found your form, without any clothes on, leaning against the edge of the pool and looking at the forest that laid beyond.

If you knew he was here, you weren't showing it. He wanted to help but didn't know how. Ditching the sensible side of his mind, he stripped as well and went into the water. You turned your head slightly in his direction but went back to looking at the forest. He went by your side and not looking at your body.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Is anyone?"

You sighed a bit and sniffed. He had a feeling it was about the mission but didn't want to intrude in case you didn't want to talk about it. He knew because he was the same way and you were careful on the topic of his nightmares when you would come to soothe him from the demons that plagued him.

"If you ever want to talk about it, I'm here."

"I know. Thank you."

You leaned over and planted a kiss on his cheek. His face heated up slightly in response and he cleared his throat to hide from it. He was falling now and he didn't know how to deal with it.

----

The final time was the kicker. It had been a few weeks since he had found you in the pool and since then, you and Bucky had grown closer. You told him about the mission and he had been for you when you were bathed in moonlight. He would hold you close and whisper soothing Russian into your ear to lull you to sleep.

In return, he had told you about his nightmares and you both had developed a plan to deal with your demons in a healthier way. It ended up in you two sleeping in each others rooms and it would alternate every night. You didn't want to admit it but you enjoyed it, enjoyed sleeping beside Bucky as he would hold you.

You two were paired for a mission, infiltration and extraction. The target was a frequent visitor of a strip club and you were put in a place where you were playing to be a stripper. Bucky would be another attendee and his plan was to grab him when he would sneak away into the bathroom with another stripper.

You had jokingly told him that you were a quick study and he would be impressed with how well you were able to portray one. He went along with the joke and you two had some good laughs about the whole thing.

He didn't realize you were serious. Your studying skills were paying off as feeling all the blood rush to his lower regions. The music fitted your moves so well and he was almost jealous that him getting a private show wasn't in the mission plan. He didn't like how almost every man in here was eyeing you like a piece of meat.

He bit his lower lip as he watched you and he felt like he had gone to heaven when you winked at him. The mission was some distant thought now and all he really wanted was to get his hands on you and sneak off with you into the bathroom, or the back. He just needed somewhere private.

His own thoughts surprised him. He was starting to have the typical Bucky Barnes thoughts when it came to women. But, holy hell, this whole show was fucking hot. How could he not think about doing dirty things to you after you two would get back to the hotel? How was he supposed to sleep well when all of his thoughts would be about you in that skimpy getup?

His mind went back to reality and he grabbed the man and tied him up in the hotel bathroom, ready for extraction.

"Roger that. Extraction will be at 0800 hours tomorrow."

The agent signed off of comms and he put the walkie talkie back into the duffle bag that had his weapons and gears in it. He came out and saw you, still clad in that outfit with a bottle of Russian vodka, nursing it slowly.

"You played your part well." He spoke to you.

"I told you I would."

You stood up, letting him see everything that the outfit allowed him to see. You put the bottle down on the counter and looked at him.

"Why don't you sit down? I'll give you that private dance you want so much."

The lower red painted lip became trapped in between your teeth as he pondered over your offer. You sauntered over and made up his mind for him. You brought him in for a kiss that leaved the traces of your lipstick on his lips.

Bucky Barnes had died and gone to heaven. He gripped you tightly between his flesh and metal hand. He pressed you up against the dresser and his hands wandered, taking every indent of your skin between his fingertips.

It was safe to say that he was seduced and no one else would be capturing his attention anytime soon.