#poc!reader

Sharon's talking at him but when he notices you approaching, he stops paying her attention and just watches you. He reaches his hand out to you once you're in touching distance, and you take it, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the physical contact.

"Hey, beautiful," He utters, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. "How you doing?"

"Good," You reply, looking up at him with a small smile. "Just on my way to get a drink, so thought I'd stop by and say hi."

"How sweet of you," Bucky says, his lips curling up as he looks you up and down. "Cute costume."

"I was hoping to be Shaggy, but Gwen already called dibs," You tell him. "So, I had to settle for Daphne."

"I've always been more a Velma guy, but all of a sudden I'm Daphne's biggest fan," He replies with a wink, before looking around the room. "Is there a Fred somewhere I need to fight?"

With a snort, you glance over at the middle of the room where Thor, in his Fred costume, is dancing with Gwen. "I think he's distracted," You whisper in Bucky's ear. "We might get away with it."

"Think Superman has Fred beat?" He asks you with a smirk, glancing at your lips.

"Superman beats Fred, sure," You say teasingly. "But Bucky beating Thor is a different ballpark."

"You wound me," He says, nudging your hip. "I think he's warming to me, anyway. He offered to get me a beer, earlier."

"That is very good progress," You say with a wide smile.

"I think I deserve a reward," Bucky claims. "I was very polite to the guy in a couple's costume with my girl."

Both of you agreed to keeping the fact that you're dating under wraps for the time being - Bucky's well known on campus and you'd rather not be at the centre of all the gossip - but that doesn't mean you can't flirt or share a dance at a party. It would be obvious to anyone who paid enough attention that the two of you have something going on, but luckily for you, nobody seems to care enough to make a big deal of it.

Sometimes you think it might not mean much to him - your relationship - but then he calls you things like my girl and you melt into the idea of him wanting you as much as you want him.

"Do you want a drink?" You ask, resting your hand on his abdomen.

"Nah, I'm good for now, baby, thank you," Bucky replies, before leaning down and giving your cheek a soft kiss. "Have you thought about it, yet?"

Pulling back, you frown. "About what?" You ask him.

"Sleeping over," He explains. "Would be much easier for you to just crash upstairs... with me."

With a grin, you pat his chest. "I'm not that kind of girl, Barnes; not without dinner, at least," You tease, making his face fall as concern and regret swim in his eyes.

"I didn't mean like that- I just meant if you wanna stay," He claims quickly. "Not to do anything. We can just sleep."

"Hmm, like the other night, with your face in my boobs?" You ask with narrow eyes, to which he chuckles.

"I wouldn't be adverse to a little boob-pillow action," Bucky says with a shrug, pink tinging his cheeks. "But seriously. Feel free to stay. Gwen can, too."

"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You ask with a raised brow.

"In a platonic way," Bucky says with a laugh, pulling you in and wrapping his arms around you. "You really do look gorgeous tonight, by the way."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that's what you say to all the girls," You mumble against his chest before pulling back. "I'm gonna go get that drink. If you're lucky, I'll come grab you for a dance later."

"Tease," He whispers with a grin, kissing your cheek again before releasing you from his grip.

The kitchen is busy, but you manage to make your way to the fridge where you grab a canned cocktail. Just as you turn to make your way back out into the living room, though, you're faced with Sharon Carter, dressed as Supergirl.

"Hi!" She chirps with a perky smile. "Ugh, love your costume."

"Uh... thanks," You reply dully, confused by her presence. She's never spoken to you before, let alone so politely.

"Can we talk?" She asks, not bothering to wait for your response before she grabs your arm and leads you towards the back door. "Maybe outside where there's less people?"

Utterly baffled by what's happening, you have no choice but to let yourself be taken into the backyard, where there's a few people smoking in a corner. Sharon takes you towards the shed at the back of the yard, where she lets out a sigh.

"It's about time we had a conversation, right?" She says, baffling you further.

"It is?" You ask before taking a long sip from your can.

"Of course - y'know, seeing how you've been hanging out with Jamie, recently," She says before gasping. "Oh. I mean Bucky. That's his first na-"

"Yeah, I know," You cut in, sick of her patronizing tone. "Cut the shit, Carter. What do you want?"

Her smile falters but she keeps up the perky tone. "Well, I just wanted to talk to you, girl-to-girl, about you and Ja- Bucky," She explains. "I know you and him have been seeing each other, and I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."

Ah. Right. This is the part where she assures you that there's nothing there between her and Bucky anymore and that even though they're friends, you have nothing to worry about.

"I don't want you to be lead on, or made to think that there's a genuine future between you and him," She goes on to say, throwing you for a loop.

What the fuck?

"Excuse me?" You utter, once again baffled. She said it with such a casual tone that you'd wondering whether you heard her wrong.

"I know it's really fun getting to know him and spending alone time with him," Sharon continues. "But you shouldn't get too invested."

Okay. So, this is the part where she warns you that he's a player and will only break your heart like he did hers two years ago. She's just trying to protect your feelings - warning you, girl-to-girl, that Bucky has fuckboy tendencies.

"Thanks, Sharon, but I can look after myself," You say with a nod. "I appreciate you giving me a heads-up, but I know what I'm getting myself into, and Bucky isn't the same guy he was when he was 18."

Now it's her turn to look confused. "I know better than anyone how much he's matured and grown since then," She tells you pointedly. "He's a good guy with a good heart."

Okay, what the actual fuck is going on?

"Sharon, I won't lie, I'm really fucking confused right now," You admit bluntly. "What are you trying to say exactly?"

She lets out a long sigh. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but if nobody else is going to, then I can't stand by and watch you get attached to him, knowing the truth," She explains.

"And what is the truth?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at her.

"You're not his type," She says simply. "You're a pretty girl, nobody's denying that, but your features just aren't what Bucky wants long-term. Do you know what I mean?"

Your blood runs cold. "No, Sharon, I don't know what you mean," You say, refusing to make this conversation easy for her. "Please, do explain."

"All you have to do is look at his history to see the pattern. I was his first girlfriend at college, and the other girls he's dated since have been... well, like me. Yelena, and Carol. I mean, he's probably more compatible with your friend Gwen than you," She says with a casual laugh. "I'm sure he's attracted to you - he isn't blind. But you're more like a novelty than girlfriend material for him. You're like, exotic fruit, you know? The novelty only lasts so long."

Your fingers twitch.

"And once he's had his fun, he'll be back with... someone who looks more like me," Sharon adds, and undeniable look of smug pride on her face. "It's just natural. It's what he's drawn to. So, yeah, just wanted to talk to you quickly about that so you aren't too blindsided in a couple of weeks. You can cosplay as Daphne all you like, but under the costume... yeah."

With that, she squeezes your shoulder and walks back towards the house, leaving you there in the cold to process her words. Snapping out of your shock, you turn and yell at her back, "Superman and Supergirl are cousins, by the way!"

She doesn't hear you- or at least pretends like she doesn't.

It's a rough walk back inside. Each step feels heavy with traumatic memories of when you were younger, having to deal with shit from girls like Sharon every single day at school. You've done so well to move on from that trauma, to build up your confidence and be proud of who you are and what you look like, but with one five minute conversation, all that confidence and pride has been sucked out like a deflated balloon.

You stick to the walls when you get in. Gwen wonders why you aren't in the middle of the dance floor with her anymore, but you tell her you feel a headache coming on and she accepts that excuse. The party feels smaller. Tighter. Like everyone's looking at you and thinking the same thing - you're different. You don't look like us.

It's not true - there's plenty of people here who look like you. This isn't your small-town school. But your brain is refusing to accept logic as it convinces you that you're a speck of dust on a blank canvas. A wine stain in the carpet.

"Hey, beautiful."

His voice pours through your burning thoughts like cool water.

"What's wrong?" Bucky asks, coming closer, shielding your body from the rest of the room with his. "You okay?"

A slow nod is all you can muster, but it isn't enough to convince him.

"Let's go talk upstairs, yeah?" He suggests before taking your hand and gently leading you through the crowd and towards the staircase.

Once you're in his bedroom, he shuts the door and sits you down on his bed.

"I'm okay," You assure him, not wanting him to be worried. "Just a little... thrown."

"Thrown?" Bucky repeats, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your back where he rubs comforting circles.

"Yeah, I just... something really weird happened," You tell him, looking down at your hands. "It just threw me. I wasn't expecting to feel like this ever again."

"Did someone say something?" He asks, his brows furrowing. "Do something?"

You lift your chin up and your eyes meet his. His narrow slightly.

"Who?" He whispers, his jaw clenching.

A dry laugh escapes your throat. You hate that she's got you feeling like this. "Sharon," You admit, watching his face fall. "She just, uh... said something really weird to me."

"What did she say?" He asks, his free hand holding yours.

You take in a deep breath, not sure how he's going to take it. What if Sharon was right? What if, even it's just subconsciously, Bucky doesn't see himself in a long-term relationship with someone who isn't white?

"Talk to me," He mumbles softly, not wanting you to get lost in your thoughts.

"Uh... she brought up the whole... race thing," You find yourself saying, unable to speak plainly as a sheen of shame coats your skin.

"Race thing?" Bucky repeats, pure confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"

A sigh leaves your mouth as if you're frustrated at him for not understanding straight away - but that's not fair on him. Sick of beating around the bush, you give it to him straight. "Sharon said you wouldn't settle down with a girl who isn't white, essentially," You tell him bluntly. "I'm not your type, and you're only dating me for the novelty."

His lips part but he doesn't say anything straight away. After a few seconds, he incredulously sputters, "What? The fuck?"

"I don't know; she framed it like she was doing me a favor by telling me I'm not your type," You continue, fiddling with your thumbs. "That you're gonna end up with someone who looks like her. Not me."

Bucky covers his face with his hands. "What the fuck?" He whispers, his voice muffled.

"I actually think she used the words exotic fruit," You tell him, making him snort.

"Holy fuck, this isn't funny, but that's just fucked up," He says, moving his hands down and looking at you. The look on his face is that of pure bewilderment. "You know that that's complete bullshit, right?"

His reaction has quelled your fears, so you link your arm in his, holding his bicep close to your chest. "It just kinda reminded me of high school," You admit. "I grew up in a very white town and went to a very white school, so I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the butt of every joke - I was an insult. The boys would tease each other by accusing each other of having a crush on me. The girls wanted nothing to do with me."

"That's awful," Bucky whispers, placing his right hand on your knee.

"Then when we got a little older and I... developed, I started getting attention from some of the boys," You go on to say. "But I was always a secret. They couldn't admit to anyone that they were seeing me. Their friends would never let them live it down, so they'd make fun of me in school then take me on a date in the next town over."

Bucky says nothing, letting you speak.

"But then I came to college, and suddenly I'm in this diverse environment, and boys are loudly and proudly flirting with me," You say, a small smile growing on your lips. "It was hard to get used to at first. And the girls were nice. I met Gwen, and she didn't look down on me or see me as different. She just asked if she could borrow the skirt I was wearing. I was finally normal. But tonight... the conversation with Sharon felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over me. Like the bubble popped. I was in school again, being told I was less than, and that I didn't look right. I'll get over it, eventually, I'm just a little... shocked. I didn't think someone would be that racist to my face again now that I was out of that backwards town."

His brows are furrowed together and his gaze is on the carpet. It's clear that he's upset, deep in thought while absentmindedly rubbing comforting circles on your back. After a few moments, he finally speaks. "I'm so sorry," He utters, meeting your eyes.

"You don't need to apologise on her behalf," You whisper, squeezing his leg.

He lets out a sigh through his nose. "I'm gonna talk to her," He decides firmly.

"Bucky, you don't have-"

"No, she can't get away with that. What she said is horrific," He says, shaking his head.

"She wants you back, if that isn't obvious," You point out.

He rolls his eyes at that. "I thought I made it clear to her that we're never happening again," He grumbles.

"Whatever. Let's stop talking about her," You request. "You can talk to her tomorrow if you really want to. I just want to have fun with you tonight."

"Yeah," He whispers, before a look of disgust reappears on his face. "No, you know what? She has no idea what she's talking about. I lived in Brooklyn my whole life and she thinks I've only ever dated white girls? Where's she got that idea from?"

"Buck-"

"I'm not trying to prove something to you, I'm just... it's crazy to me," He says, running a hand through his hair. "She doesn't know me at all. She's just some girl I dated for a couple months in freshman year."

"I know," You say simply.

He looks back at you, his eyes filled with concern. "Fuck. I'm making this about myself, aren't I?" He asks you. "I'm sorry. I don't care what she says or thinks about me, I'm just pissed that she tried to hurt you or make you doubt how I feel. And that she said those awful things."

Leaning into his side, you trail your fingers over the big, yellow S on his chest.

"Fuck," He repeats with a whisper, anxiety dripping from his tone.

You grab his hand, not wanting him to feel guilty for something he had no part in.

"I just..." Bucky begins, holding your hands in his. "I really, really like you. I know I'm not exactly good at hiding that; I've been begging you to be my girlfriend for weeks, but... I just really don't want to fuck this up."

You smile, nudging his shoulder. "I trust that you won't," You tell him honestly, before giving his lips a soft kiss.

"And for what it's worth," He says, stroking your knee. "I don't have a type. At least, not a physical one. And if I did, you'd be exactly it."

"Good to know," You whisper, before tilting your head. "I think I've made my decision."

"About what?" Bucky asks with a frown while stroking your hair.

"I'm gonna stay the night," You tell him. "Shall we go back downstairs?"

His jaw clenches for a split second at the thought of returning to where Sharon is, before he squeezes your knee. "It's up to you, beautiful," He says. "Personally, I'm ready to get out of this suit. It's tight."

"No, you're definitely staying in it for at least another hour," You say teasingly, trailing your finger down his chest to his yellow belt.

"Oh?" He raises a brow with a proud smirk. "Is that right, Daphne?"

"Damn right, Superman," You reply. "The suit stays on."

With a wide grin, he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. "Whatever you say, ma'am."

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after he had valiantly fought over the wall of awkwardness left behind by your kissing lesson, you and jisung had decided to watch a movie; of your choice obviously.

the movie you chose was of absolutely no interest to him. something about two guys frantically trying to get laid before college? gross.

but in requesting this movie, when you nestled between his mandspread legs and laid your head against his chest in efforts to ‘get more comfortable,’ he lost all grounds to complain.

your voice interrupted the low volume dialogue on the tv. “ji?”

he hummed in response.

“you asleep?”

“nope.”

“you enjoying the movie?”

“nope.”

you turned abruptly in shock, “huh??” now face to face with him, “it’s superbad, this is like.. the best movie.”

jisung felt his heart grow warm at the sight of your pout and the corners of his mouth threatened to raise. the gentle light of the tv on your face made you look so real to him. like something different than usual.

“i don’t know,” his purred, just above a whisper as his eyes scanned over your face, “i’m just bored of it, i guess.”

“well, go to bed then. and i’ll just go home.”

jisung immediately sat up straight, almost knocking you off of the couch. “what no!”

your eyes widened slightly at his reaction.

jisung started to ramble, “i mean, like. no, i’m not tired. i just don’t really fuck with superbad. i don’t know.”

you soothed your hand over your ear before laying back down on him, “riiiigghttt. so it’s not that you don’t want me to go home? pretty rude.”

jisung’s chest shook gently under you with laughter. “no, that too, obviously.”

you rolled your eyes before lifting your head once again to rub your ear. the sound of jisung’s heartbeat was somewhat soothing at first but it seemed to have gotten louder in the last couple minutes. your eardrums were crying out.

“jisungie, if you’re not at all entertained by this movie, why is your heart palpitating directly into my ear? you got the hots for mclovin?”

“hm?”

you sat up fully. “nothing. you’re acting weird.”

jisung felt heat rise under the surface of his skin, “whatareyoutalkingabout?”

you squinted at him. “is this because we kissed?”

you were met with silence and a blank stare and immediately curled in on yourself, “aw shit, dude…”

jisung was involuntarily unresponsive as you backed away further — as far as you could without falling off the couch. his lips were moving like he wanted to reassure you so badly but nothing was coming out of him.

“jisung, im sorry, wanted to help, i-i didn’t—

“no, no, don’t freak out,” he reached out to grab one of your arms.

“i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable—

jisung grabbed onto your other arm to try and bring you back to him on the couch, “waitt,” he was trying not to laugh. mean ass.

“and then i went and laid on your chest, like.. i feel like a creep.”

jisung finally succeeded in bringing you back to him and wrapped his arms fully around you. he spoke, muffled, into the thickness of your curls,

“you’re not a creep. don’t be dumb.”

limply, you let your chin fall onto his chest.

“i just.. have a lot of thoughts right now. i’m not trying to be awkward.” his hands soothingly rubbed your back and you sighed. “swear.”

unfortunately,, you couldn’t find it in yourself not to interrupt this heartfelt moment. “wow, ji, you’re so.. boyfriend coded, sometimes.” it was now you going to rub his back. but he swiftly jolted away,

“what??!”

“i feel so cared for.” you gazed up at him playfully and his face scrunched up.

“you don’t have to be a boyfriend to care for someone, yknow. what does that even mean.”

jisung’s eyes darted all over the room. the door, the window; as if he was looking for escape routes. probably because if you looked directly into his eyes for long enough, you’d realise how into you he truly is.

you shrugged, “i don’t know. i caught a vibe. or something.”

“you caught a vibe?” the cringe was visible on his face, even in the dimly lit room.

“i was feeling something! i don’t know.”

all he could do was laugh in your face. and when the laughter died down. you remained staring at each other in the silence you left. for what seemed like forever, you stared. you wished you could hear what he was thinking, because the longer you settled in silence, the rosier his cheeks appeared in the dark. cross-legged and facing each other, you felt your bodies leaning.

strangely enough, you didn’t notice the seemingly magnetic pull between you until you felt jisung’s lips against yours.

your body didn’t allow you the time to question what was going on before you could card your fingers through his hair, while his big hands found their way to your waist, dragging upwards so his thumbs could rub at your bare skin.

no different from you, jisung had no idea how he had found himself to get so lucky. but what he did know, was what you taught him.

one of the hands from your waist moved to your jaw and tilted your head slightly. his tongue ran over the expanse of your bottom lip; a silent request that you allow him access. you granted his request and a soft moan rose out of him.

you had pulled away to try and tease him but his hand at the back of your neck pulled you back, just for him to peck your lips,

“you have to use your tongue,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “so that i can copy you.. and know that i’m doing it right…”

your eyelids fluttered at his words before he went it to kiss you once again. you brushed your tongue against his, eliciting another moan from him as his hands squeezed at your sides. you wrapped your arms around his neck and crawled into his lap.

“jisungie, i didn’t think you’d be this vocal. i guess i should have, but i just didn’t.” you breathed out.

jisung passed a weak attempt at laughing your comment off. but his body betrayed him, his hips stuttered upwards into you.

“mmph— shit, i’m sorry. sorry, y/n.” he braced his hand against your thigh, leaning back on the other one and you whined at the friction.

wordlessly, you rocked your hips down over his and he groaned into your neck. his breath was hard against your skin, making you shiver.

“please. keep doing that.” both his hands were now on your hips, “that feels so good.” he whimpered.

you hummed at him and harshly rolled your hips into his once again. you felt your eyes flutter closed and you wondered whether it was from the pleasure or due to the fact that you wanted nothing less than to become sentient at this moment and realise that.. this is kinda fuckin strange. who would have thought a kissing lesson would end up like this? huh.

his lips had since moved down to kiss at your neck, making you keen and throw your head back — a sight that almost knocked jisung clean out.

the fact that this time yesterday, he had never even kissed anyone, but now he had a girl on top of him was triggering some sort of system overload. not that he was some sort of sex pest that was overly well versed in masterbation, but he claimed to know how to hold his own, knew how to ‘prolong the experience.’

that being said, at this moment in time, he didn’t think he had ever felt this sensitive before. it was like he was back to square one. d1 virgin.

“ah— please, please..” jisung breathed into your neck as his hands subconsciously rose up to grope at your chest and he thrusted up into you, “y/n, you feel so good.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, “you’re not even in me yet..”

the indirect promise that, eventually, he would get to fuck you, made his eyes roll back with a groan. just the thought of getting to slide himself into your warmth made heat prickle at the back of his neck. he groaned internally in pure embarrassment over the effect you had on him. he was getting close.

your hand stroked at his face. as much as you were enjoying the show of him writhing and whining under you, you needed to feel his lips on yours again.

“jisung, please kiss me again.”

and he wanted to give you that so badly. he also so badly wanted to not cum in his pants. not that he had any choice in the matter anyway.

“i-i want to.”

your brows furrowed, “ji.. you can. it’s okay.”

jisung groaned loudly, “ughh, fuck, okay. okay, okay, come here.” no point fighting it now.

one of his big hands moved from your breasts and reached up to your neck as he pressed both your lips together in a feverish kiss. desperately whines rose out of the back of his throat with each swipe of his tongue over yours. you had started to grind your hips harder and he swore he was going to die right then.

“ouu, fuckk,” he moved his face back to your neck, “i’m so close, ma- mmph.”

“you’re getting close?”

“m-mommy— fuck, i’m gonna cum.”

your legs involuntarily squeezed around his hips. the more outwardly submissive he got, the more frantic your movements became. like some sort of fucked up chain reaction.

“don’t stop, don’t stop, mommy, please.”

jisung’s breath picked up and you started to breathe heavier when his hips stuttered upwards into yours. his moans became louder and more irregular as he wrapped his arms around your body.

“i’m c-cumming.” he sighed into your chest followed by a lewd string of high pitched moans. his breath was shallow against your bare chest before he dropped his body backwards onto the couch, catching his breath with heavy lidded eyes. you followed, flopping your torso down onto his heaving chest.

you poked his arm, making him twitch, “are you awake.”

“mhm.” ji scrunched his eyes closed. he wished he wasn’t.

“did you call me ‘mommy’ just now?”

“mm.. no.”

your brows knit together, “huh, okay.”

his chest rose and fell in deep breaths under your head.

“park jisung, we have so much to talk about.”

he brought up a hand to massage his temple, “uh huh.” and it settled in that the trajectory of your friendship might just have been changed forever. oh well!

“and you didn’t make me finish, so the pussy eating lesson is next. mkay?”

“i got you.” he patted your back affirmatively.

Noise encapsulated the streets and continued way beyond into the emergency department. Bodies of doctors and nurses walked about, small chatter of patients and the distinct clinical aroma of a hospital. You sat perched on the cot, cradling your broken arm between two splints as you waited for a doctor to attend to you.

Dr. Collin’s breached the doorway with your chart listing off the tests that need to be done, ordering an X-ray for your arm and to conduct a physical examination of coordination to check if you had a concussion or not.

Collin’s excused herself after performing the exam and you were left alone in the bay. You overheard ‘where is she?’ and next thing Jack barged into the room.

“What happened?” Jack immediately went to your side.

“Work,” was all you could mutter. Your head rested against the fresh linen pillowcase.

“Don’t tell me you rappelled down a bridge again?”

Silence pursued his question. All you could do was give a guilty exchange of a smile in return.

“A young girl was dangling from below, a failed suicide attempt. The good thing is she is safe with minimal injury. Rather that than her take the brunt of what I got.”

Jack sucked in a breath, his shoulders tense and the crease between his brows prominent. Your uninjured hand grabbed his and rubbed soothing circles around his knuckles.

“I’m okay, baby.”

He sighed as you pulled him down to sit on the edge of the cot, gently tugging his arm to get his body closer towards you. A safe haven. You kissed between his brows then dragging the tip of your nose against his bridge before kissing him again on his lips.

“I’m taking you home with me after we get you sorted. You won’t be leaving my sight for the next couple of weeks,” Jack said.

“As long as I get to spend more time with you.”

“I hope this isn’t a newly developed tactic to spend more time with me.”

“What if it is?” You questioned cheekily.

“Baby, no.”