#v-day

Your key was not working, of course not, you had finally gotten a place. The blip had thrown your life into chaos, you’d vanished for five years, and came back with almost no memories. The last thing you’d remember was starting college; all your schooling was gone, your experience gone. Your parents, bless both of them, had helped you get onto your feet. Guided you on how to apply for Blip survivor support, which was hilariously way underfunded. It had taken you two years to finally get the place, and now your key won’t open the door.

Head thumping against the door, you hear someone clear their throat behind you. Lifting your head, you turn to see a man standing just at the top of the stairs. He filled the space, close-cut hair, blue eyes, and a black leather jacket that stretched across his shoulders. He was easily a foot taller than you. Staring right at the door behind you. Shifting one bag filled hand over to his free one.

“Uh, hi,” You try to give a grin. “I just moved in, and my key isn’t working.”

“What apartment are you in?” He asks, and you pause for a moment. Looking at the door, it says 4B, and you’re supposed to be in 4D.

Your mouth opens and closes, “Wait. Shoot. I am so sorry. Mine is 4D, not 4B.”

A small smirk pushes at his lips. “Figured. It’s alright.’

Chewing at your lip, you pull your keys out, hoping you didn’t damage the lock.”Well, uh, it’s nice to meet you, neighbor?” You hold out your hand and give him your name. 

“Bucky,” He says and gives you a firm handshake. “Nice to meet you, too.”

From then on, you get to know your neighbors over the next few weeks. Mrs. McCallum, who has four cats and likes to let them roam the hallways in the middle of the day. Trevor, who works nightshift as a nurse, his mail always ends up in yours. Then there is Bucky, he’s quiet, reserved, but won’t hesitate to help you if you are struggling with groceries. He has a cat named Alpine that never leaves her apartment, even if the door is left open. You’re not sure what he does, but you’ve seen a few of his friends who seem to be part of the military.

Everyone in the building had survived being blipped, but most still remembered before the blip. You were the only one who’d lost more than five years. You’d joined a few groups for others who had also lost their memories; some people got them back over time. Others like you didn’t. It didn’t bother you that much, at least that's what you kept telling yourself. Doing your best not to compare your life with others. 

Coming up the stairs, you get to the door and pat your pocket. No keys. Your shoulders slumped, digging into your pockets, you find your phone dead. Yep, that was just your luck. Trevor would be asleep, and Mrs. McCallum was out at bingo. 

Turning, you walk over to Bucky’s and knock, wondering if he’d be home. He kept abnormal hours, so it was hit and miss if he’d be there. You bounce back and forth on your toes, hoping he was going to be there. If not, you’d go a floor down and see if anyone would lend you a charger, or maybe phone the apartment manager. 

The door opens, and Bucky stands there, hair messy, in a white sleeveless shirt and black sweatpants. Alpine weaving in and out of his legs, looking up at you with a mew. You try not to stare at his black and gold metal arm hanging off his left side. It was the first time you’d seen him without gloves on. He always wore them and something long-sleeved. 

“Hey, umm, I seem to have locked myself out of my apartment.” You say sheepishly, finally dragging your eyes back to his. Half-heartedly gesturing back towards your door. “And my phone is dead.”

He nods, not seemingly bothered by your staring. Opening up the door more, “Come in, can stay here. I can phone management, usually Paul has keys with him.”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it, Bucky,” You give him a small smile, coming into the place. 

Eyes wandering over the man. Trying to stealthily look him over, you knew he was in good shape, but with the lack of layers, it was more obvious. His back was broad and strong, biceps that were good enough to chew on. The urge to climb him like a tree made your fingers twitch. 

The apartment is sparsely decorated, the cat has more furniture than he does. Two large towers, with a long bridge in between them, along with a massive fluffy pink cat bed. Several bowls of water decorate surfaces, along with an auto feeder against one wall. There is a sofa and bar stools against the island in the kitchen, no art or rugs. Almost like he was ready to leave at any moment. 

“Want some water? I don’t have much else right now,” Bucky asks, grabbing a glass out of the cupboard. Your eyes follow the way he moves easily in his own space, his shoulders not as tight as they normally would be. 

“Yah, thank you,” You give a small smile, plunking yourself down with Alpine on the floor. The cat comes up and bumps her head against your hand. 

Bucky grabs your water, handing it to you as he grabs his phone, “She’s always liked you.” He sits on the couch and scrolls through his phone. 

“She’s a sweetheart, and spoiled too.” You reply, petting Alpine and cooing at her. The cat purrs loudly, happily climbing into your lap. 

Within half an hour, your apartment is open, and you’re covered head to toe in white cat hair. Part of you didn't want to go home; you’d always been comfortable around Bucky. He had a way of grounding you, making you feel welcome. It had felt so much different being in his own space, like he was free to just be himself. Including playing fetch with Alpine, she was very good at the game, and would drop her grey mouse toy at your feet.

“Thanks again, Bucky,” You say, standing in your doorway. Hands shoved in your pockets, not sure what else today.

“Don’t worry about it, you’re welcome anytime.” He says, a small smile on his face. Cheeks dusting pink when he meets your eyes.

Anytime becomes more of a weekly thing. You get invited over for poker night with his friends, Sam and Joaquin. They are more than welcoming, happy to have a fourth to mix things up. 

Bucky keeps a fold-up table and chairs in the closet, Alpine plays the queen in the middle of the table. Occasionally, knocking off chips and flicking cards around the table. No one tries to move her. From what you learned, the last time Sam had removed her, she'd pissed in everyone's shoes. So, Queen Alpine remained in the middle of the table.

You learned more about Bucky like this. Seeing him with people he knows, his posture relaxes more, and the conversation flows easier. You start to see who Bucky really is; he’s whip smart with comebacks. Has a lethal poker face, which is only broken when Joaquin licks and sticks one of his cards to his forehead. Prompting Alpine to lunge at him and knock him backwards. No one could hold it back then; everyone was laughing at the antics. 

Sam, thanking you one night for being a good neighbor and friend. Leaning down to tell you that Bucky swung both ways. You’re not sure how to take that, thanking him back for welcoming you into the friend group. Feeling flustered by Sam mentioning Bucky’s sexuality. You hadn't asked, but it had been in the back of your mind. Becoming one of Bucky’s friends was more than enough. You would let anything else happen naturally.

The two of you now spend more time together, wandering between apartments as if both spaces were your own. Sometimes, you grab extra food and bring it over, the two of you eating quietly together. Occasionally, talking about the news, your job at the cafe. He doesn’t talk about what he does, and you don’t ask either. You convince him to come over and watch some of the latest movies, he scoffs at inaccuracies and throws popcorn at corny lines. It’s easy. Simple. Alpine even ventures between doorways now, she doesn’t go far, always to your place or his. You keep extra treats by the door and a few toys for her to chase. A little unit of three.

Eventually, you both have keys to each other's places; you call it practicality, but it feels like a lot more than that. When he is away, you take care of Alpine, make sure all five of her water bowls are filled, and that she gets lots of scratches. You even buy her a catnip plant, which becomes a hit. Bucky curses you for it, but it gets a new pot and is watered regularly. He has a key 'cause you regularly forget yours, and also your mail gets mixed with his.

You learn about his nightmares, when to come over with food and some water. The walls weren't exactly thick; you'd often hear him. Going over to just sit next to him on the floor, waiting for his pulse to slow down. He doesn’t tell you about them, and you don’t ask. If he wanted to tell you, he would. 

When you have a bad day at work, he comes over with ice cream. Or your favorite drink. Wrapping you in a blanket and letting you curl against his side. You don’t comment about how he must have a stash of goodies in his freezer by now.

A few months in your shift gets switched to evenings, you ask Bucky if he’d walk you to and from work. It isn’t a dangerous part of the city, but you’d feel better having someone with you. Bucky doesn’t even hesitate, agrees to do it on the days he’s not away. In exchange, you make him coffee and feed him pastries. He never complains when you test out new flavor mixes on him.

It becomes routine, even after you’re working mornings again. He says he needs the fresh air, but you’re pretty sure he just enjoys the company. During this time, he starts to talk about work, nothing specific, just places he goes. Shows you pictures, some from planes, others from windows. Cityscapes you don’t know, sunsets he just liked. Little glimpses into his life. You even occasionally get texts of photos, no message, just where he is.

Before the door clicks behind you, you pat your pockets, keys, wallet, and phone. It clicks, and Bucky’s door opens at the same time. He had been gone for a week and looked haggard, with a fresh bruise on his jaw. The purple and blue mark stark against his skin.

“Hey, glad you're back.” You say, moving over to him. Bucky’s shoulders slump a little as you tilt your head to look at the bruise. “What happened to you?”

He shakes his head, “It’s nothing.” Gloved hand going up to touch it. “Was clumsy around some metal.”

Your eyes narrow, “Uh-huh. Sure, someone didn’t try to break your jaw?”

A snort leaves him, “Nah, only one punching me is Alpine.”

“She does have a mean right hook,” You chuckle, checking your phone, seeing that you’re early for your shift. “Do you want me to look at it? I got a first aid kit in my apartment.”

“It’s okay, it’ll be gone by tomorrow,” Bucky says quietly, before gesturing for you to head down the stairs. 

You pause, finally deciding to ask, “What do you mean by that? I know you heal fast, but?”

Bucky lets out a breath, and for a moment, you think he might not answer. “You don’t remember anything pre-blip?”

“Well, some stuff. I know I lived in New York, was going to school, that sort of stuff.” You tell him, knowing he’s already heard this several times. The two of you slowly make your way down the stairs. 

“I was, or am, not sure how to put it.” His brow wrinkles in the middle. “A super-soldier, did you learn about Captain America, Steve Rogers?”

You nod, “Yeah, I remember vaguely in history class. Got injected with some super secret serum.”

“Steve was my friend; it's a long story. But I was given the same stuff as him,” The strain of telling you is evident in his voice. “So, I heal faster than most.”

“Huh, well, thank you for telling me. I appreciate it.” You reply as he holds the door open for you. Trying to let that sink in, these little glimpses of who he was always surprised you. “Is that why you leave sometimes?”

He nods, gloved hands clenching and unclenching. “Yeah, trying to help people.”

“I am sure you do,” You state, keeping yourself close, but not right up against him as you walk. 

“You got plans for tonight? Valentine's Day?” Bucky changes the subject. Both of you making your way towards the cafe you work at. 

You shake your head, “Nope, nothing happening. What about you? Surely someone as handsome as you has a date?”

His ears go pink at your teasing tone, “Nah. Don’t think anyone is that interested.”

Something tugs at your stomach as he walks you towards your job. The way he kept glancing at you, his lip tucked in his teeth. You chew on your own lip; you want to ask him if he wants to spend the evening with you. Maybe get dinner together or something. Before you can get up the nerve, you're at the door. 

“Guess this is me, thanks for walking with me.” You reply, trying desperately not to let how flustered you are show. Tongue tangled as you try to find words. “I’ll see you this evening?”

“I got a couple of errands to run, but I will see you at the apartment.” Bucky gives you a small wave as he hurries away.  

You stand in the doorway for way too long, all your coworkers are giving you the side eye. Glaring at them, you go and get behind the counter, washing your hands and putting on your apron. Cindy slides over. She was both your best coworker and worst. She just had to know what was going on. 

“So, did he finally ask you out?” She teases, as you dry your hands, and go over to the espresso machine. 

“No, I wasn’t expecting him to, Cindy.” You sigh, cleaning the machine down and making sure it is operational. 

This has become a regular topic since Bucky started walking you to work. Everyone had noticed the tall dark haired brooding man. It was hard not to.

“He walks you to work every day, one of you has to break. I can’t deal with the two of you staring at each other anymore.” She teases, adjusting the pastries in the display case. 

“We’re friends,” You roll your eyes, “He’s my neighbor, I asked him to walk me to work when I was doing nights.”

“And he is still walking to you to work now,” Jared comes over, twirling some fresh cups in his hands.  He was just as bad as Cindy; you were pretty sure he had even tried to get Bucky’s number. Bucky had just looked confused and declined.

“I am being ambushed," You huff, putting the cups away. Hoping that they'd leave it alone. 

“No, you’re being gently coaxed into asking that handsome man out,” Jared says, hands on his hips. “Not every day you have the Winter Soldier as your neighbor.”

“I am going to pretend you didn’t say that.” You grumble, “It’s none of my business who he was. If Bucky wants to tell me about his past, that's up to him.” 

Both Cindy and Jared sigh, but get to work. Your heart twitched in your chest; it wasn’t like you couldn’t have asked him out. Part of you wanted to, part of you was also terrified you’d ruin the fragile friendship that you had. No matter how much you longed to cross that line, you wouldn't. Not yet.

You get home and are grateful you have tomorrow off, giving you time to do some job hunting. The cafe was good, a solid job, but it didn’t give you much room for growth. You’d taken a few classes and felt confident you could get something with better pay.

Up the stairs, you open the door, stretching for a moment, kicking off your shoes. Walking in, you stop dead in your tracks. On the counter is a large bouquet of flowers. 

Swallowing, you walk over and take them in, blue irises, dotted with baby’s breath, green carnations, and fronds of ferns. It’s beautiful. Reaching up, your fingers run over the iris, tracing the petals and colours. Wondering who the hell broke into your apartment to bring them. 

Turning you march out of the apartment and go to Bucky’s door, not even closing your own. He is the only one, besides Paul that had a key, which means he would know how the flowers ended up there. You stop with your hand up. Bucky won't have let anyone into your apartment, flowers or not. His question from this morning asking if you had any plans. Bucky knew you didn’t have any plans, knew you weren’t seeing anyone. The man knew your schedule better than you did.

Face flushed with realization, you finally knock on the door. Listening, you hear Alpine come first, mewing at the door, a moment later, heavier steps follow, and the door unlocks. Opening up, you see Bucky standing there, dark blue henley top buttons undone, hair freshly washed, clean jeans on. He was clearly going out somewhere.

“Oh, uh, hey.” Your hands twist together, his eyes follow the movements. Blue eyes highlighted by the color of his shirt. “You know what, it’s okay. You’re busy.”

As you turn to walk back to your apartment, his hand grabs your arm. Carefully, he moves you around to face him. “Wait, I am not busy.” You pause, feeling your face heat up, finally looking at him to see him just as flushed. “Did you see the flowers?” 

“The flowers?” You blink a few times, he nods, jaw tight. All the bells and whistles light up in your mind. The flowers. “They're from you?”

He ducks his head, hand sliding from your wrist to your hand. His easily engulfed yours in warmth. Looking at him, searching your face for something. Calloused fingers pressing against your own, he was so careful with how he held you.

“I meant to ask you on the way to work,” Bucky admits, his voice wavering. “Lost my nerve, walked by your job like six times. Couldn’t do it in front of everybody. Especially Jared.”

“Bucky-" You're taken aback by his confession, watching him lick his bottom lip nervously. A small tick you’d caught onto from watching him play cards.

“Hold on, or I won't finish.” He stammers, glancing between the floor and you. “I'd really like to spend tonight with you.”

Taking his hand, you squeeze it, trying to form words from somewhere. Shocked, but not as surprised as you thought you’d be. “I'd really like that, Bucky.”

One of his rare smiles breaks across his face, “Yeah? Really?”

You look at him, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips. Slowly, you both move towards the other. His lips are a little rough as they press into yours, a large hand comes up and cups your face. You lean into it, pushing against him, humming happily. A small smirk pulls at his lips before leaning back. His forehead rested against yours. Smile still there. What you would do to keep that smile always there.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that.” Bucky grins, hands falling to your waist. Thumbs slipping under your shirt to rub against your skin there. Making you shiver against the touch.

You lean up and kiss him again, arms looping around his neck. It feels natural to just press yourself closer to him. “Why did you wait so long?”

“Didn't want to wreck what we had,” Bucky whispers, as if speaking too loud would break the spell.

“I am really happy you did.” You can't help the stupid grin on your face. 

His hands move up to rub over your jaw, grinning just as much as you are. “I want to take you out tonight, an actual date. Wherever you want, or I can pick. Know a few places.”

“Bucky, it's Valentine's Day.” Your brows go up, his pinch together. “There is going to be nowhere in the city that isn't booked. Or have a line up down the block.”

He worries at his lip, leaning back a bit, one hand on his hip. “I really didn't think this through.” You chuckle, watching a million expressions cross his face.” We can go tomorrow? Or-”

“We could order takeout, watch terrible movies, and see where the night takes us?” Your voice squeaks a little at the end, not sure if you’re moving too fast

“But it's Valentine's Day. Supposed to take you out.”

“Pretty sure you said it was a made up holiday designed to sell chocolate last year.” 

“I did not say that.”

“Bucky, you absolutely did.” You poke at his chest. “Do you really want to go out on one of the busiest days of the year?”

He huffs, looking down at the floor for a moment. “No. Not really. But I do want to take you out.”

“We'll have plenty of time for that. Let me have a shower and clean up. I smell like coffee grounds and sugar.”

Bucky pulls you close, smelling your hair, “I like when you smell like coffee.”

Your face flushed, “I am not having dinner with you, take out or not, smelling like work.”

“Fine, I will order food and bring Alpine over,” Bucky replies, leaning in to kiss you again. You kiss back, pulling at his shirt to bring him closer. “If you keep doing that, you aren’t getting a shower or food.”

Beaming, you kiss him again, “Go, before I change my mind.” 

The shower is hot and as fast as possible, cleaning every bit of your body as thoroughly as you can. Bucky bought you flowers, wanted to take you to dinner, and kissed you. God, you would never get used to him kissing you. Your face heated up as you started to dry off. Trying to figure out what the hell you were going to wear. Nothing over the top, jeans, a clean shirt, comfy. It was just takeout and a movie. Repeating that several times.

You sneak into your room, hastily cleaning up the piles of laundry. Tucking anything else away, at least the place looked sort of clean. Moving around, you grab a shirt and pull it on, some deodorant, underwear and pants. Looking in the mirror, you check yourself for a moment, trying to breathe and reminding yourself that you’d known this man for over a year. He was your friend, a good friend, and now, maybe more now. No. Definitely more.

Alpine doesn’t fuss about coming over to your place; you make sure the flowers are put up away from the little turd. The last thing you needed was an emergency vet visit on a Saturday night. Bucky picked the restaurant and ordered. You brought out blankets and pillows for the couch. Adding a throw to the back for Alpine to curl up in. 

Bucky runs down to pick up food and comes back. The two of you spread out the goods on the coffee table, including some unseasoned chicken for Alpine. Bucky stealing a forkful of your food as you search for something reasonable to watch. 

Both of you settle back against the couch, Alpine purring content just behind you both. It could have been any other night, except that it wasn’t. There was the biggest arrangement of flowers you’d ever received sitting on the counter, Bucky’s leg was pressed against yours, and he kept glancing over at you. It was like he was worried you might just vanish into thin air. 

“Thanks for getting food,” You reply, while stealing a piece from his bowl. He scoffs and grabs something from yours. This was a regular thing you both did.

“It was my turn, plus I wanted to treat you,” The last words come out a little muffled. As he hides the bottom of his mouth in his plate.

“We can still split things,” You elbow him, knowing that you’d be fighting him to pay for the meals.

He shakes his head, “Nahuh, if we’re dating, I am paying.”

You shove him playfully, “We can split it-”

“Nope,” Bucky doubles down. “My boyfriend doesn’t pay for anything.”

If it was anyone else, you’d be embarrassed by how fast your cheeks go pink. “You’re my boyfriend too.”

“And?” Bucky bites back, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. 

‘I am being spoiled already, and we just started dating.” You click your tongue, watching him grin as he finishes the food. 

The two of you clean up food and plates, moving around the other like you both lived there. Bucky spent a lot of time at your place, and you a his, it had become familiar. Dish tucked away, both of you grab drinks and go back to settle against the sofa. Bucky settles himself against the arm of the sofa and pats between his legs. You chew at your lip, but slide between them, settling yourself between his legs, back against his chest. He grabs one of the blankets and tosses it around you both. 

A new movie is picked, but you can’t remember which one, your mind is going a little fuzzy as his hands settle around you. Blanket tucked around you both, his hands placed on your chest, the cool feeling of metal seeping against your skin. Alpine chirps, tail flicking at both of you. You try to relax, crossing your legs at the ankles, feeling his thighs around your waist. 

“This okay?” Bucky’s voice rumbles against your back, your heart stuttering in your chest.

“Yep,” You squeak, trying to figure out where the hell to put your hands. Settling for placing them on your lap.

He chuckles and squeezes you against him. “If anything doesn’t feel right, tell me.”

You nod, leaning back against him, trying to settle your racing heart. “Just new,” 

Fingers finding one another, you can’t help but trace the intricate pattern of his metal hand. Following each digit, tracing how the gold swirls. You find yourself engrossed by the details, how each one moves and bends. Whoever had made it had taken the time to make it functional, but also beautiful. 

“You’ve probably heard this before, but it reminds me of Kintsugi,” You say quietly, tracing the gold colored inlay. 

“The art Japanese art of gold joinery,” Bucky murmurs right next to your ear. “Sam talked about it, said he’d seen some when he was over there.”

“Whoever made the arm had an eye for details,” You whisper, as he holds it up for you to see.

“Shuri, was the woman who made it. She is the best at what she does.” He says, his hand coming to rest on your collarbone. “I’ll tell you the story one day.”

“I’d like that a lot, Bucky. Whatever you want to tell me.” You grab his hand and kiss his knuckles. 

Bucky shifts behind you; you can feel his heart rate stutter behind him. You move in your own seat, twisting and turning around so you can crawl onto his lap. Blue eyes are going a little wide as you straddle his legs. You don’t overthink it, leaning down to kiss him. Chests pressed against one another, hearts beating together. One hand goes around your back, the other to cup the back of your head. He groans as you both grind against each other.

Your breath hitching, when he nips at your lip, you let him in, tongue moving against the other. He tastes like food, drinks, and something you’ll always associate with him. Your fingers find the buttons on his shirt, fiddling with them. Needing to feel his skin under your hand. Bucky seems to get the idea, pushing under your shirt and pulling it up. You lean back just enough for him to drag it over your head, landing somewhere on the floor. Before you go back to his moving it up to find another shirt underneath it.

“Why do you have so many layers?” You grumble as you finally get the top shirt off and tosses with yours.

Bucky chuckles, “Wasn’t expecting to be strip searched on a sofa.”

You tsk as you finally push the last shirt off of him. “Should be ready for anything.”

He leans forward kisses against your jaw, one warm hand cupping the back of your head. Metal hand going down to cup your ass. Squeezing it and making you hum happily, as you return the affection. Hands running along his skin, careful to be gentle around the raised scar where the metal blended into skin.

Bucky didn't stiffen when you traced over it, as you leaned back to take him in. His body was well muscled, covered in scars and marks. Your fingers going over each one that you can reach. One day, you wanted to take time to learn about each one. For now, you'd take time to kiss along the one near his arm. His fingers rubbed against your scalp, a hiss leaving him as you suck at his nipple. Poping off of it to go to the other, watching his face go slack with pleasure.

Both of you rock against the other, hips trying to find friction. Bucky's hands move to your hips, he lifts you enough for him to sit more with his back against the sofa. Your thighs bracket his as you come back up to his lips. 

The two of you bump into each other softly at first, learning the feel of each other. His lips are plush and fit yours perfectly, as he rocks your hips against his. You licked at the seam tentatively, opening your mouth. He groans and sucks on your tongue, drawing you closer to him. 

Heat breaks across your chest, body reacting to how he moved you. The way he nips and sucks at your lips, hand running down your back. You want to be closer to him, to feel pressed completely bare to the other. Kissing turns rough as you push closer. Clicking of your teeth against his. Hips moving faster as your growing arousal gets uncomfortable. Bucky wasn't much better, both of you rutting against each other with desperate need.

Bucky pulls back, eyes blown almost black with want. “Bed?” 

“Yes.” You pant, surprised at how flustered you'd gotten. 

Without blinking, Bucky wraps his arms around you and picks you up. One arm around your back, the other holding your ass. You let out an undignified squeak as you cling to him. Arms around his neck, legs around his waist. 

“Jesus, Buck,” You chuckle, watching his eyes crinkle in the corners. 

“Alpine, behave." Bucky smirks and opens the bedroom, walking both of you over and laying you down on the bed. "Faster this way,”

You laugh, before leaning up onto your arms, as he kneels between your legs. His hands reach up to run down along your chest and over your stomach. Eyes following his finger tips, pressing small lines into your skin, before resting at the edge of your pants. 

“Can I take these off?” Bucky asks, his voice rough with need. 

“Yes,” You reply, trying to not squeak, feeling your skin break out in goosebumps. 

Fingers work easily to undo your pants, button undone, zipper teeth echoing. Bucky strips them down, watching you as closely as you are him. The item gets tossed aside, leaning in to kiss inside your knee, tongue flicking out to lick at the sensitive skin there. A soft groan escapes your lips as he works his way up from there. Broad hands covering your skin as he gets to the edge of your underwear. You nod before he can ask, eager for him to get there. He smirks and slides them down, watching your erection twitch against your stomach. 

“Fuck,” You whisper, as he takes you in hand and strokes a few times. “Goddamnit.”

Bucky grins, watching the movement of the skin around the head. “Knew you’d be pretty like this.”

Groaning at the teasing, you hiss as he tongues at the slit, making your hips jerk forward. Hands grabbing at the blanket as he kisses down the side, nuzzling down at the base. 

“Ohgod,” You whine, hips moving without thought, chasing the friction and feel of him.

His hands push at your thighs, moving you up the bed so he can settle between your thighs. Your hand find his head, fingers tangling in his hair, trying to get him to move. 

“So needy,” Bucky huffs, pushing himself up so that he can work his own pants down. You gawk at his own hard-on, leaking against his chest, desperately wanting to reach down to touch him back. “Will get there. Want to taste you first.” 

Not needing further instructions, you grab a pillow to go under your head and pull your legs up. Bucky shucks his pants, fisting himself a few times before, kneeling down. He noses under your balls, licking and sucking, the sensitive area making you squirm and keen. The attention has heat crawling into your stomach and tingling down your spine. Moving lower, he licks around your taint, one hand pushing your balls up so that he can lick at your hole. 

A whine escapes you, keeping your legs up, you fist at your cock, smearing the precum around the head. Bucky doesn’t hold back, humming as he licks around the ring. Your hips move up, and against him, the metal of his arm presses against your skin, keeping you just in the perfect spot. He circles several times, carefully teasing and probing at your most sensitive area. You can feel him start to drool. 

“Knew you’d taste so good.” Bucky murmurs before diving back in. Your mind dissolving into a puddle. 

The combination of him holding you in place, your hand working yourself just right, and his tongue makes you feel like your brain was melting into the bedding. On top of that, he kept whispering the most filthy things as he worked you open, tongue pushing inside and probing and stretching deliciously. You barely remember that you have lube stashed underneath your pillow. Reaching, your eyes roll back as one finger carefully pushes in. 

You drop the lube beside his head, Bucky opens it and pours some on his hand. Then he carefully pushes two fingers in, and you push back. The stretch of it is delicious; his fingers probe and push until they rub against the spot. At the same time kissing and nipping at your inner thighs as he rubs inside you. Your cock is jumping and leaking in your hand. Sweat broken out across your brow; it feels so unbelievably good. Leaning forward, he moves from your thighs down to your balls, sucking them into his mouth, swirling around them. You push back down, following his rhythm, your body opening and relaxing around him. Pressure builds low in your stomach, your fingers clenching in his hair. 

“Fuckfuck, Bucky,” You moan, not caring if your neighbors hear. The man was doing unholy things to you right now, and you weren’t sure you’d last much longer. 

Bucky pops off, licking his lips, “You're doing so well, baby. Still feel good?”

Mouth opening and closing as he slips a third finger in. “Yes, you feel so good.” Voice almost a whine as he carefully starts to spread you further. 

“Going to get you nice and relaxed, so that you can take me,” Bucky coos, as he twists his fingers, pushing up and rubbing against your g spot. 

Your body twitches as pleasure shoots up your spine. One of your hands gripping the sheet, you reach for him. Wanting Bucky closer to you, he moves enough for you to drag him down into a sloppy kiss. His hand keeps moving slow and steady. You wanted him to move faster, to feel it deeper.

“More.” You groan against his mouth. “Please, more.”

“Of course, anything you want.” Bucky kisses down your throat, as he starts to pick up pace. 

The noise is obscene as he keeps moving, you move with him as much as you can. Both of your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, your hands holding his face close to yours. Bucky starts leaving love bites down your neck, enough that they be visible at work. Not that you cared right now. Your dick throbbed as you squeezed the base before you fist yourself. Massaging around the sensitive head, feeling your stomach clench as pleasure heightens. 

Bucky pulls back from the dark mark against your pec. “Can feel you squeezing me.” He licks at the new bruise. “Think you're ready?”

“Top drawer.” You keen, eyes rolling back as he kept massaging at the spot. “Want you to fuck me, please, Buck."

He didn't hesitate to grab the condoms from the top drawer. Carefully, he pulls his fingers out of you, a whine escaping your mouth at how empty you were left.

“I got you,” Bucky whispers, ripping the condom open and rolling it down. Then he grabs the lube and coats himself with it. His eyes rolling back, one large hand rested on your lower stomach. Steadying himself. “Going to push in, you tell me how fast to go.”

Nodding your head furiously, he notches himself against your pulsing hole. Then pushes forward, your body resists for a moment before letting him in. Both of you make guttural noises as he sinks into you. The stretch and burn making your eyes roll as it bleeds into swells of pleasure. Bucky paused, and you all but scream at him to keep going. Letting himself push all the way in. You're so full and heavy it's hard to breathe. 

Bucky runs his hands along your legs, leaning down to kiss along your collarbone. “Just breathe, sweetheart,”

You try to, reaching up to grip onto his arms. Nails digging into the metal and flesh. "Feel so full, nngh.”

“Can I move?” Bucky grits, kissing along the column of your neck.

“Yes, goddamnit, please, Bucky, please.” You whine, lips swollen from being bitten, heart pounding, cock throbbing. 

A chuckle escapes Bucky as he starts to move. Your body pliant with need, sounds escaping without your permission. Everything narrows down to him moving inside you, the way his own voice bounces around the room. Your hands grip onto his back and squeeze his ass. Bucky's lips crash into yours, his pacing picking up. The way he moves hits exactly where you needed, gasps leaving you as he moaned back. 

Large hands pull your hips further back towards Bucky’s. Somehow plunging him deeper. Your legs wrap around his waist, his hand wrapping around you. There was enough precum on your stomach to make his strokes more than comfortable. 

“Oh, oh, yes,” Your back arches, body stimulated almost to the point it was nearly painful. “It's so much.”

“The way - ugh - you squeeze me.” Bucky's mouth fell open. “Better than I imagined.”

The thought of him touching himself to you had you twitching. You could feel the heat zipping up your spine the more he talked and touched you. 

“I've wanted you for so long. Every time you came over, curl against me…ngh.. wanted to pull you onto my lap.” Bucky kept talking, words stuttered with grunts as you squeezed around him. The man who was usually the quietest was a babbling mess, balls deep in you. 

“Bucky-” You groan as your peak gets closer. “M'close. So close.”

“Show me,” Bucky takes your hand to replace his. “Want to see you come underneath me.”

You nearly blow at just his words, hand fumbling for a moment as you lock eyes with him. Everything slid a little as you really took him in. Face flushed with excursions, eyes dilated, lips swollen from being sucked on. Sweat made his chest shine as much as the metal that made up his left arm. He was so fucking handsome it was almost cruel.

Bucky’s mouth slammed against yours as your orgasm overwhelmed you. He'd known it was happening, metal hand laced with yours as you finished. The cold feeling of it makes the bliss last that much longer. You call out his name, barely able to keep kissing him. 

Pulling back, he leans his forehead against yours, a deep growl leaving his chest as his pace grows sloppy. You let go of yourself, clean hand cupping his face. Knowing that he wasn't far. 

“Let go,” You whisper, thumb rubbing over his swollen lip.

Your name leaves his lips as he slams into you, slipping deep inside. Despite the condom heat floods inside of you, a small amount of disappointment hits you that he wasn't bare. Bucky pants against you, as his hips jerked in and out a few more times. Both of you are feeling overwhelmed and oversensitive. You cling to Bucky as he slowly lets himself collapse against you. His body was heavy but not uncomfortable, despite the sticky mess between you both. 

Your fingers card through his sweaty hair; you'd both needed a shower after that. It was hard to remember a time when you felt so utterly content to be laid on. Bucky's arms slide underneath your body and pulls you tight to him, letting out a contented sigh. 

“I ama need a minute. Or an hour. Maybe a day,” Bucky mumbles his head tucked against your neck.

You giggle, unable to help yourself. A small groan leaves you when he shifts. Nothing about him was small, and you were going to feel this later. Bucky pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking down at you. His eyes were not as glazed as they had been before.

“Hold on,” He carefully pulled himself out. The sound was sloppy despite the condom. You cringe at the empty feeling; it was always a little weird. “Going to grab a towel and some cream.”

“There's some in the cabinet,” You say softly, lying starfished out on the bed, unable to move. Eyes sliding closed as you listen to his footsteps. 

Bucky comes back, the warm cloth still makes you cringe despite his gentle hands. He hushes you softly, spreading you back open so that he can apply the cream liberally. Once done, he washes his hands and yours before tossing the towel onto one of the pairs of pants on the floor. Crawling into bed, Bucky drags you against him, wrapping the blanket around you both. You hum against his chest, completely limp. 

“You going to sneak away if I fall asleep?” You ask, the fear having bubbled to the surface.

A snort leaves Bucky as he squeezes you. “You aren't that lucky.” That makes you giggle again. “Stuck with me. I might move in.”

That makes your eyes open, leaning up a little to look at him. His face was still flushed; it was the most relaxed he had ever looked. 

“Well, we'll have to ask Alpine first. And Sam is going to owe Joaquin money.” You tease, he huffs, but smiles.

“Sam is going to be insufferable. Only been throwing hints at me since the first poker night.” Bucky lets out a breath.

You slap his chest. “That was over a year ago! You're telling me you waited that long?”

Bucky kissed your cheek, "I wanted to be sure, actually sure."

Still glaring at him, "And are you sure now?"

"Don't think I could be more sure," He murmurs, holding you close. "Best decision I've made."

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“Another, please, Husker!” Alastor, the only one not helping, sat on the couch in the lobby, surrounded by a few to many shot glasses. Husk rolled his eyes from the bar, but dutifully poured another and brought it over to Al. You sighed. It wasn’t fair that you were working your ass off while the Radio Demon just sat around, was it?

Making your way over to the couch where he sat, you kept picking up streamers in various shades of pink and red and stuffing them into the black trash bag you carried. As you drew closer to Alastor, you could tell just how drunk he was. Chuckling to himself about seemingly nothing, his bowtie was completely undone, just hanging around his neck, and both his feet were up on the couch. One knee crossed over the other with his hands draped across his chest, this was possibly the least put-together you’d ever seen him. His eyes lazily drifted up to yours, a tipsy blush across his cheeks. “Why, hello, dear!” he said, radio filter gone, almost slurring his words together. “You wouldn’t mind getting me another one of these, would you?” he asked, raising the now-empty shot glass in his hand. You just rolled your eyes and moved on, clearing more party cups off the bar. You didn’t really know why he let his demeanor slip so much, especially since everyone was still out and about, but you decided it was better not to ask. 

Alastor huffed like a child, then called out to Husk, who poured another one. Alastor groggily grabbed it off the bar with his shadowy tentacles. 

Sitting at the bar, you subtly glanced over at him. Alastor looked different today— a nice different. Instead of his usual suit, the one he wore now had only black and dark red. Heart shaped buttons and small stitched x’s adorned his cuffs and vest front. You blushed slightly; vests were your weak spot. Alastor caught your eyes, and your blush only deepened as his smirk grew. Breaking his stare, you returned your gaze to the bar in front of you, suddenly fascinated with the etchings in the wood.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Could I have some help over here?” Charlie called from the other side of the lobby.

“Sure,” you called back, getting up from the barstool.

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About an hour later, the lobby was finally back to looking normal. Charlie and Vaggie had just gone up to bed, soon followed by Angel, Lucifer, Niffty, and, finally, Husk. You finished up in the kitchen, then went out one last time to check on Alastor. He was still on the couch, even more disheveled than before. Over half a dozen shot glasses sat on the table in front of him. You sighed, before going over to pick them up. Alastor looked up, as if just now registering your presence. “Ah, darling! Won’t you pour me just one more of those?” he asked, eyes half-lidded. 

You firmly shook your head. “No, Alastor. You’ve had enough. I don’t know what got into you tonight, but no more of it. I’m cutting you off.”

Alastor practically pouted (yet somehow remained smiling). “No, dear. Please get me another, or I will.”

You turned to face him, looking down to where he was splayed across the couch, legs now wide open. “No! No more! You’re going to be too drunk to get up to your room if you have more.”

Alastor growled, his eyes flashing into radio dials. He grabbed at your hands, pulling you toward him until you fell forward. You flushed; partly out of anger (and partly because you were practically sitting in his lap). “And what, my dear, gives you the jurisdiction to preside over me, to make that decision for me? Hmm?”

Still flushed, you didn’t really know what to say. (Even when drunk, Alastor had such a way with words). “I, uh…” You decided to just be honest. “I don’t want to see you regret anything you might do tonight.”

He smiled, pulling you even closer. Your face was inches from his, your stomach pressed against his. “Oh, dear… I would never regret anything I did with you.”

You turned as red as his hair. “I’m not so sure about that,” you backed up, pulling out of his grasp. “You’ve never even held my hand before, and now you’re pulling me into your lap? I don’t think that’s something that you would do if you were sober.”

Alastor’s smile turned almost sad. “Or maybe it’s just something I’ve never been brave enough to do,” he said quietly.

“...I… I’m sorry?” you whispered. There was no way that Alastor had admitted that. But, if he really had… then maybe your feelings toward him were reciprocated? No, of course not, you shook the thought from your head.

He looked down, sighed, and then looked back at you. “Forgive me, dear,” he breathed. 

Before you had a chance to ask him what he was talking about, Alastor had pulled you back to his lap, crashing his lips against yours.

You froze. As much as you’d dreamed of this moment, you couldn’t rightfully continue. It would be taking advantage of the situation. Fighting against every urge to kiss him back, you pulled away.

Alastor looked surprised, then sad, then guilty. “I… I’m so sorry,” he sighed, dropping your hands.

Rushing to fix your mistake, you started babbling. “No, no, it’s not that, it’s just…” you struggled to find the right words. “I can’t. Not while you’re like this. Not when you can't make decidions, on weather or not you want to do this."

Alastor blinked, seeming out of the alcohol trance for a moment. His eyes softened, gazing lovingly into yours. “Oh, my dear… You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

You were taken aback. “I… what?”

“Sweetheart, ever since you arrived at this hotel, I’ve wanted to kiss you more than anything. I thought that today, on the day dedicated to love…” he laughed at this, gesturing around at the hotel, still minimally decorated. “...it might be the perfect opportunity to tell you. Ah, but alas…” he giggled, no doubt from the whiskey, “...Alas, it seems that I couldn’t have done it without a good ol’ glass of rye!”

“Um… really?” you whispered, not wanting to get your hopes up. "Not about the rye part, the... the other part?"

“Really and truly!” He smiled. Taking your hands again (softer, this time), he slowly pulled you back on his lap so that you now straddled him. Eyes never breaking from yours until they closed, his mouth gently found yours again. Running his silver tongue across your bottom lip, he smiled into the kiss. His lips were warm and soft, locked on yours. You breathed in a gasp as his tongue found its way into your mouth. Oh, he tasted so sweet— like strong rye and vanilla. The kiss was soft, not what you’d imagined from Alastor. It was a pleasant surprise, though— a very pleasant surprise.

The kiss deepened, as Alastor’s hand came up to the back of your neck. You shifted your hips forward, hands gripped tightly to his coat lapels. Alastor softly moaned into the kiss, and you matched it with a whine; in perfect harmony.

Gasping, you both came up for air. Staring into his eyes, a love-struck smile played across your face. Alastor goofily grinned. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You blushed as you stood, pulling Alastor with you. “Let’s see if you’re still saying that tomorrow, buddy.” Guiding him into the elevator, you pressed the button to the top floor.

“I will!” he assured you. Then, after a few moments, “Won’t you stay the night?”

Smiling, you held tighter onto his arm. “Not tonight, Al. Let’s wait until you’re not… intoxicated.”

He grinned as you led him out of the elevator to his room. “Really?”

You smiled as he walked into his room, turning back to gaze at you.