FRESH (2022) Dir. Mimi Cave

FRESH (2022) dir. Mimi Cave

"I wanted to take my time with you doll, make you cum over & over before I let myself fuck you. Make you see stars with my fingers & my tongue, god so many times with my tongue, before I let you have my cock. But, fuck, you & this pretty little pussy are driving me nuts here. Don't think I can wait any longer."

this is all i’ll be able to think about for the rest of the day 😩

Deserve Better

Smut/Explicit content - 18+ only!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Another blow to your confidence tips you over the edge when a guy ditches you. Bucky is determined to show you that you derserve so much better.

Warnings: Smut (NSFW) - 18+ ONLY - oral sex, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, pet names, language, alcohol use, negative self image, general filth

More of this story than I would like to admit is based on real experience, at least all the crappy stuff. Alcohol was involved while writing. I suck at spelling & grammar but correct things as I find them. Hope you enjoy the results of my shitty evening.

Well this felt really pathetic. If you started crying could this count as a temper tantrum not a breakdown? You didn't really get stood up or dumped. Your friends with benefits bailed on you... Again.

You weren't mad. He had given you good reasons. Granted you had no idea if they were true or not, but if they were they were reasons you would have cited too.

You were diaappointed though. You had pretty much given up on dating, it seemed the only guys who were ever interested were nut jobs or people you would have to be paid to touch, & you didn't do one night stands. They just didn't feel safe. So this had been your last chance to get laid for a few months. You had also passed up the chance to go to a Rangers game to meet up with your FWB.

You sat waiting for your to-go order running through the options in your head, quickly realizing your best option was once again your vibrator. You inwardly sighed as you threw down the rest of your gin & tonic way too fast. You realized you were actually sick of fucking yourself, the thought of another night with your own hand & even your favorite toy made you groan, & not in a good way.

The waiter dropped your bag next to you & you paid for your drink. You tipped an extra dollar since he was nice enough to ignore that you probably looked like you were about to cry when you had ordered it.

As you were pulling a couple ones out of your wallet a cute-ish seeming guy came in by himself. Clearly from out of town with a slight European accent. You figured what the hell? & said hi pulling out your flirty yet coy smile. He totally ignored you.

Well that was close enough to 3 strikes you're out. You tilted your glass as far back as you could, hoping for even the tiniest amount of gin, & grabbed you bag of food. You headed back to the tower with your tail tucked between your legs, pity tears pickling at your eyes, & your new lingerie you had bought just because feeling like it was an irritant on your skin.

At least it was windy. You could play off the stray tear as being caused by that or picking at your mascara. Your only stop was a drugstore where you grabbed a bottle of wine.

As you stepped into the elevator you opened the twist top on the glass bottle & let the first couple real tears fall. All your life you had never felt good enough, pretty enough. You were never anyone's first choice. Now you weren't even good enough to just screw & leave.

You didn't think you were asking a lot, you really didn't care if this ever became anything beyond sex. But for the first time in your life, at nearly 32, you were finally having good sex. The thought of going another 4 years, your longest dry spell, untouched made you want to throw yourself off the roof.

Thank God the elevator doors opened & pulled you from your own destructive thoughts. There was no one in the living room or the kitchen & it was basically silent, because of course it was. It was a Friday night & everyone had their own things to do. So you wandered into the kitchen grabbed a fork from the utensil drawer & the new pack of AA batteries from the junk drawer.

Sure you wanted a relationship, not necessarily with your FWB, but you were also very aware that beggers can't be choosers. You were a begger & you always had been, which is why you were where you were now. Horny, a little drunk, & on the verge of tears.

Sinking into the couch you displayed your sad little picnic on the coffee table in front of you. Burger & fries, screw top wine bottle already part way empty, & batteries that were now your date for the night. You collapsed forward onto your own thighs letting your arms wirelessly drape over so your knuckles brushed the floor & sighed in complete defeat before muttering a "just kill me" into your leggings.

"But what if I kinda like having you around?" A deep but light hearted voice answered you softly from the hallway. Clearly trying not to startle you. Ending his statement with a chuckle, seemingly to apologize for eavesdropping.

With a groan you lifted your upper body back up to a seated position before flopping back into back of the couch. Looking up at the man who had spoke you felt your heart lift slightly. You should have guessed Bucky would be there. He wssn't a big fan of going out on the weekends, there were too many people out.

He cautiously moved forward, not 100% sure if he was welcome or not. You noticed his hesitancy & moved a few inches to your right signalling it was fine to join you. To reinforce your comfort with him joining you you told him "sorry Buck, if I knew you were here I would have gotten you food, but you can have mine if you want. I'm not that hungry anymore. Just don't touch my wine."

You forced a small laugh past your lips & tried not to come off too sad. As he sat down next to you, Bucky wasn't buying it. He could see the pain in your eyes. He wanted you to tell him what was wrong. He wanted you to tell him everything.

He knew you had plans tonight with that guy, the one that he really didn't like, but now you were here with tears in your eyes. He wanted to punch him for putting that look on your face. You had told Bucky you had no intention of getting serious with this guy, that you were friends from forever ago, that it just made you feel good someone was actually interested in you that way. You said you were so sick of dating & heartbreak, you just wanted to have fun. Well you didn't look like you were having much fun, & it didn't look like you felt particularly good. That tore him up inside.

You curled your legs up underneath you & pulled the blanket off the back of the couch onto your shoulders. You tried to ignore the way Bucky kept glancing at you as he picked at the fries. Every couple minutes he would hold one out to you & you would accept it. Eventually you softened enough that you finally said with a little bit of a shaky breath "he bailed on me at the last minute, again."

All Bucky could do was nod in understanding & turn to look at you. You were still staring at your hands, tears sparkling at the corners of your eyes. Finally letting them fall as you spoke again.

"I'm now consistently getting blown off by my friend with benefits. I can't even keep a guy interested when the only thing I'm asking him for is sex. How pathetic is that? I'm not even good enough to just be a regular fuck buddy for someone I guess."

You choked back a small sob. It wasn't about that particular guy, it was about all of them. How they had all beaten you down & made you feel worthless.

You had confided in Bucky one night after a particularly terrible date how you hadn't even gone on a date until college. That you had spent so much time watching all the other girls in high school get asked on dates, go to dances, & fall in love. While you were left to wonder what was so wrong with you. It's a wonder you had managed to lose your virginity at 19. Especially considering only one other guy had even so much as kissed you before that.

You had spent all your life being the girl who felt passed over, so when the opportunity of having a friend with benefits opened up you jumped at it. Not that you were overly attracted to the guy, which in a sex only relationship was a good thing, but you felt desired & that felt great. It was also the best sex, & really the only good sex, you'd ever had. So you put up with all the little inequalities & things.

Bucky wanted to grab you & hold you. Tell you how much time he spent thinking about you. Wanting you. How you deserved so much more. How he wanted to spend the rest of his life trying to give that to you.

The straw the finally broke the camel's back was when you stood up to go to your room. The wine bottle now mostly empty but most of the food still untouched. You shrugged off the blanket as you got up & started to wiggle your shoulders & reach back behind you with Bucky watching on in confusion.

"You wanna know the really pathetic thing? If it weren't for the fact that he's the only guy who's ever made me cum I don't think I'd put up with it... Or spend the money. There's $75 I'm never gonna see again." You chuckled in absurdity as you pulled your bra out through your sleeve & let the metallic maroon lace dangle from your fingers.

You said goodnight & shuffled away to your room dragging the see through bra behind you, leaving Bucky a jumble of emotions. On one hand he genuinely cared for you. In truth he was head over heels for you, & he didn't want to leave you feeling so down on yourself. You were kind, & smart, & funny, & my god you were so sexy.

He was also furious that not only had all these other guys treated you so badly, apparently they couldn't even mange to please you either. You were overdo probably at least a couple thousand orgasms & Bucky would happily give his right arm to be the one to remedy that.

Between your admission that none of your worthless ex's could make you cum & pulling your bra off like some dirty magic trick Bucky was also now really turned on. He didn't want to seem like he was taking advantage of you, especially since he really wanted you to be his girl, but he wanted you so bad right now. He looked at the table trying to formulate what to do.

The batteries. You had probably meant to take them with you. He could bring them to you. Although if his plan didn't work & he had to listen to you play with yourself with that fucking toy tonight thru the wall he might just explode. His hand lingered over the packet, it was now or never.

Before he could second guess himself he snatched the packet & quickly walked down the hall to your door. Knocking on the door before his brain could register the sound of the shower from the other side. He cringed as he heard you sniffle fumbling toward the door, cursing as you tripped over something before opening it

"Sorry for interrupting. You... You forgot these." He extended his vibranium hand & you noticed the batteries. Truth be told you had forgotten about them completely. You had been wrapped up in thinking about the man that now stood in front of you. You adored Bucky, but you didn't want to jeopardize your friendship when you were sure he didn't feel the same way. Secretly you dreamed of him whisking you off your feet like your very own Prince Charming, but you wouldn't take the risk of losing him completely. 

Now here you were, with your dream guy standing at your door. In your grungy sweatshirt, fancy new very tiny lace panties, & mascara tinted tears on your face. You moved back from the door & sat on the edge of your bed pulling your hands into your sleeves & staring at your fingers. You let the dark thoughts take over.

"Thanks you can just throw them on my nightstand. Umm.... Can I ask you a question Buck? As a guy... What's wrong with me? Why am I so unwantable? What makes me so unsexy? It's not even about him, I just..."

You finally broke. Dissolving into sobs completely forgetting the shower running. You held one hand to your face, trying to hide, & wrapped your other right around your waist.

Bucky's heart shattered & he scrambled into the room shutting the door behind him. Dropping to kneel in front of you, sliding your legs apart to slot himself between them without even thinking. He grabbed your hands away from your body & cradled your face in his hands. Quietly shushing you & kissing the tears away from your cheeks. Trying his best to soothe & calm you.

"Hey, hey, hey. Look at me sweetheart. There is not a god damn thing wrong with you, y/n. It's all those fucking guys that have something wrong with them. Okay? I wish I knew what to tell you to make you believe this, but you are so fucking sexy & incredible. Any guy that doesn't spend every moment of everyday wanting you is insane or stupid. I can't stand to hear you talk like this, watch you feel like this. I wish you could see what I see."

He pulled you flush to his chest & let you wrap your arms tight around his neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders. He let you heave & squeak out a few more sobs into his neck, complete with several hiccups & hurried anxious breaths. He rocked you side to side, gently kissed your head, & tried to hold back his own tears. His heart ached for you, to love you, & he had let you down by even letting you feel this way in the first place.

Your breathing slowly leveled out & your arms released their death grip. Bucky let you pull back from his chest & pressed his forehead to your's. Your eyes puffy & your cheeks red. He had to tell you how he loved you. He had to show you how amazing & beautiful you were. Hopefully you would let him. Even if it was only for the night, he was determined to make you feel like the goddess you were to him.

Your soft sniffles continued & your eyes were still closed, but the tears had now subsided. He let his hands slide from your waist to the outside of your thighs rubbing his thumbs up & down against your soft skin. He suddenly became aware that he was on his knees between your bare legs, a place he thought he would only dream of ever getting to be. He started to speak & he knew there was no stopping.

"Listen I know that you are in a bad frame of mind right now, & I need you to know that I would never take advantage of you. If you tell me to leave I will. Just say the word. But... I want you to know that I mean every word okay? You are the sexiest woman in the world & you drive me absolutely insane. You have no idea how bad I want you. All you have to do is smile at me & I turn to goo. You can be dressed up or in this ratty sweatshirt & all I want to do is take you to bed & worship you. When you pulled that trick with your bra out there, oh my god, I nearly passed out with how fast my blood left my brain."

That statement made you giggle. It was only then that you realized you were holding your breath. You couldn't believe what you were hearing. This couldn't be happening. It was too perfect. You let your hands rest on the back of his neck & play with his short chestnut brown hair. The muscles of your stomach clenched & your heart jumped when his fingertips pressed into your hips just below the thin waistband of your panties.

Your eyes had opened at some point during his confession & you were now staring deep into his gentle blue eyes. You bit your bottom lip as you gazed at him looking for any hint of hesitation or lies. You found none.

"It's not just physically either. I mean you are fucking gorgeous but God I love all of you so much, y/n. Your sense of humor, the way you think, the way you get along with everyone. I can't believe I'm actually telling you this, but I love you & I have loved you for so long. It has killed me watching you be with all those idiots. The fact that they made you feel this way, & didn't even put your pleasure first, makes me want to rip them limb from limb. You deserve so much better than them, you deserve so much better than me. You deserve the entire fucking universe at your feet. Right now I don't care if I'm making the biggest mistake ever & if you never want to even look at me after this, but please even just for the night, let me show you how much I love you & how incredible you are. Please just let me make love to you. Let me make you feel good. Let me try to give you what you deserve."

"Please y/n, just say something. You're killing me here." He pleaded, trying to steal his feelings. Now fearing the worst.

You moved your face just a little bit closer to his & began to pull his body into you. "Yes please Bucky. Make love to me."

Your mouths finally met in a soft but passionate kiss. His plump lips running over yours slowly caressing your skin. His tongue slow slid against your bottom lip asking to deepen the kiss, to let him in. You quickly obliged & he began to massage your tongue with his.

As you pulled apart you both panted out of breath. Pressing light kisses on each other & nuzzling your faces together it was your turn to confess.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that. I love you too Buck. I just thought there was no way you could love me."

He moved his hands to grip your ass & yanked you forward on the mattress. Groaning as he felt your bare ass cheeks separate by the delicate lace g-string. "I'm gonna spend all night showing you how much I love you, y/n. I'm gonna make you cum so many times you will forget anyone else exists."

He smashed his lips to yours & began clawing at the plush flesh of your hips. He pulled your sweatshirt over your head leaving you in just your panties. He dropped his gaze to look down at your body & inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of your warm body & your now apparent arousal for him. The sound of him making you nipples stiffen in anticipation.

Bucky began placing hungry open mouthed kisses up & down your neck & throat as you wrapped your legs around his waist making his hips start to grind against you. You could feel his large hard bulge through the rough material of his jeans & the feeling of it only spurred you on. Your hands scraping up his side's to pull his shirt off.

"You are so sexy Bucky." You marveled at his body as you ran your hands up & down his chest. He smiled & sweetly kissed your lips.

Moaning at his suggestion you looked at him through lust heavy eyelids, now blissfully unaware of your smudged makeup. You nodded enthusiastically & squeaked in surprise as he effortlessly hoisted you up off the mattress, his hands under your thighs & carried you into the bathroom that was now clouded with steam.

"You're sexier baby. Now, since you've already got the shower running, why don't we go clean up before we run out of hot water. Plus if we keep going like this I'm gonna rip these tiny fucking panties right off of you, & if I remember right you said they weren't cheap."

He gently lowered you to your feet. Taking his time as his hands caressed slowly up your body. He looked at you like you were a precious piece of art. Your mouth fell open & you stood speechless at the man before you who in a single moment in a single touch had nurtured your heart, your mind, & your body in a way no one ever had.

He softly pressed his lips to yours as he pulled your hair loose & brushed it back. He started making his way down your body. Pressing kiss after kiss to your skin that was now buzzing like a live wire.

First he kissed your neck & whispered in your ear how beautiful you were. Then your collarbone, the top of each breast & between them. He let his lips ghost over your nipples without providing direct stimulation. He chuckled as you whined in protest & tried to angle a nipple back towards his mouth.

He pressed his face to the center of your ribcage & gently scolded you, "not just yet babydoll. I wanna take my time with you." Once he had reached your hips he kissed the top of each hipbine before placed a kiss right onto your mound over your panties.

Hooking his thumb under each side strap he gazed up & you for permission to take them off. You let your hands thread through his hair & whispered "please Buck".

He gave you a lopsided slightly goofy grin & said "as incredibly sexy as these are doll, & I definitely want to see you in the whole set sometime, I think you will be fucking delicious with them off." With that he slowly slid them down your legs, pausing momentarily as the wet fabric separated from your slick pussy. A groan was pulled deep from somewhere in his chest as he got his first good view of your sex. You were soaked.

"So wet doll. Can't wait to taste you later. All this really for me?" He inhaled your sweet scent & had to fight the urge to devour you right then & there. He dropped your panties to the floor & you stepped out of them as he stood back up bringing his hand to pop the button & pull down the fly of his jeans.

You took his hands & moved them to your waist before taking over where he had left off. Sliding your hands inside the denim fabric at his sides & catching your thumb in the waistband of his boxer briefs you tilted your head up & whispered into his throat. "All for you Buck. Just for you."

Placing a wet sucking kiss on his Adam's apple as you pushed the fabric of both layers down his muscular frame. Feeling the resistance of his hard cock against the elastic band of his underwear, you dropped your head down to see him as he sprung free. You both gasped in unison, him at the delicious bit of friction & you at the magnificent sight of him bare before you.

Dragging your fingers across his low belly you let yourself run your hand along the underside of his thick cock before stroking him up & down several times. As if reading your mind he leaned down to whisper in your ear "All for you babydoll. All because of you." & placed a kiss on the sweet spot under your lobe. 

Relishing each other's touch for a moment longer you stood on the balls of your feet & sunk into his kiss once more. As an anxious as you were for him to take you straight to bed you did want to wash the lingering stress from your body. So you reluctantly pulled apart & stepped into the shower under the warm water with Bucky's firm body pressed up behind you.

Between the heat of the water & the comfort of Bucky's arms around you, your muscles melted & you immediately felt even better. You grabbed your face wash & proceeded to scrub the remainder of ruined makeup for your eyes & cheeks.

Bucky's lips had yet to stop dragging along the skin of your neck, shoulders, & upper back. One flesh palm & one vibranium held tight against the curve of your soft stomach. If this was any other man you would cringe & move his hands away from your most insecure spot, but with Bucky it felt right. You extended your arms backwards to give his thighs a squeeze, telling him to soften his grasp momentarily so could reach to grab the body wash.

He gladly obliged & grabbed the bottle from your delicate fingers. He deftly flipped the cap & squirted a line of gel down the center of your torso. Your hands met & spread the slick substance over your frame in tandem. The heady scent of berries, patchouli, rose, & amber quickly enveloped you both adding to the eroticism.

His large hands groped & kneaded your breasts. For the first time his fingers began to toy with your nipples. Swirling the pads of his fingers around them before gently pinching them. The sweet sudden pressure caused your hips to buck back grinding your ass against him. His now leaking head making contact with your low back & his shaft sliding between your cheeks.

The touch of him so needy against you sparked a flame in your chest & you spun around in his arms to face him. You spent several more minutes running the fragrant suds over each other, seemingly trying to memorize the curves & planes of each other's bodies. Lips locked in heated contact.

It was you who reached the end of your rope first, pulling him under the stream to rinse you both as you began to beg him for more.

"Please James, I can't wait any longer. I need you to fuck me."

Between hearing you call him by his real name, & your desperate plea for him, his own resolve snapped. Quickly turning off the water & grabbing a towel to hurriedly dry you both. He picked you up once more, your legs wrapping around him & your dripping cunt pressed to his abdomen, & he carried you to your bed.

He laid you down on the soft blankets like you were a priceless piece of porcelain & gingerly lowered his large frame to rest on top of you. Your legs spreading open to slot his body flush against you.

He let his weight balance on his vibranium forearm & ran his flesh fingers over the curves of your right side. Cutting across the crease of your hip he stopped just short of where you body was screaming for his touch. He locked eyes with you one more time to confirm that  you still wanted this. That you still wanted him. As if there was any stopping the cascade of need for each other that had been set in motion.

You brushed your thumb across his cheek & grinned with a single nod. With that his fingers finally slid past your mound & down to caress the supple wet lips of your pussy. Initially ghosting over them with a single digit, but on feeling how drenched you were Bucky moaned a breathy "fuck" & pressed 3 fingers firmly to your slit.

The pressure he finally made against your cunt caused your back to arch & your eyes to snap shut. You legs pulled back farther to grant your soldier even better access to your sex & your hips were starting to rut against his fingertips. Bucky couldn't help but smile, never in his wildest dreams had he ever thought you would react like this to his touch.

He gently slid his long middle finger inside you as he brought his thumb to dance along the edges of your clit. He wanted to memorize every noise you made, from the whimpers coming from your plush lips to the wet suctioning against his finger each time it plunged back into you.

Without any warning he added his index finger to action, feeling your tight hole stretch to accommodate his second finger had his own control hanging by a thread. His vibranium hand gripping onto the pillow beneath your head.

"Fuck so tight babydoll." He praised under his breath as he bit his lower lip trying to keep focused on the pleasure he was wringing from you.

He quickly added his ring finger to his assault. Dragging all 3 three fingers in & out of your fluttering heat as he let his thumb draw more direct circles on your now throbbing clit. He could tell you were quickly hurtling towards the point of no return as he added a flick upwards in his wrist.

"Oh god Buck! Gonna cum, don't stop. Fuck yes James. Please don't stop!"

You now gazed slack jawed back into his sparkling blue eyes that were entirely focused on seeing you fall apart beneath him. Eyes that belonged to the sweetest man you had ever met, who was now responsible for the filthiest noises falling from your lips. You couldn't help but plead for him not to stop as your body began shaking & squeezing his fingers even tighter. Letting the wave of your orgasm crash against you.

You let him coax you back down slowly, stroking your hair with his metal finger tips as his flesh ones began to still inside you. Placing small kisses on your lips as fingers slipped from your wet depths, teasing along your now swollen sensitive pussy feeling how your orgasm had left you dripping. The thought that he was responsible for your wrecked state made a pride flourish in his chest.

Making sure you were watching his movements, he pulled his fingers to his mouth & took his time licking your juices from each one. It may only be his first real taste of you, but he knew right then that he would never get enough.

The sight of Bucky savoring the taste of your cunt on his fingers was almost too much to take. You felt empty & the only thing that could possibly make you feel full was Bucky's cock. You slid your hand down his sculpted abdomen & trailed a finger around his swollen leaking head working to spred his pre-cum around his ridge before closing your hand around his thick shaft & starting to pump him.

The feeling of him made your mouth water & your walls clench in anticipation. His cock was perfectly veined & silky to the touch. So solid & thick your fingers barely touched when wrapped around him. He began to needily thrust up into your fist when you added a twist at the end of each stroke. When he started to whimper you released his shaft & started to roll his balls between your fingers.

He eventually pulled your hands away from his cock & pinned them to the bed beside your head. He pressed his forehead to yours in between slow deep kisses as he tried to gather his composure. Panting as he looked at you laid out under him.

"I wanted to take my time with you doll, make you cum over & over before I let myself fuck you. Make you see stars with my fingers & my tongue, god so many times with my tongue, before I let you have my cock. But, fuck, you & this pretty little pussy are driving me nuts here. Don't think I can wait any longer."

You wrapped your legs around his hips & pulled his pelvis down to yours, managing to angle your hips just right so the tip of his cock was slotted just inside your opening.

"Then don't wait Bucky. Fuck me." Your expression softened for a moment, from one of passion to one of love, & you added, "wanna be your girl Buck."

Without a moment's hesitation he plunged his cock all the way inside of you. Eliciting a moan from both of you. Bracing & holding himself in place while your body adjusted to the stretch of him. While he waited he cupped your cheek with his left palm, the coolness of the vibranium a sharp contrast from the rest of his body.

"I've dreampt of hearing you say that. My girl."

Bucky placed one last sweet kiss on your lips before he started slowly thrusting in & out of you. Each push & pull dragging deliciously against your walls allowing you to feel every milimeter he gave you. Slowing all the more as the top of his cock head slid against your g-spot.

"Oh god Buck, you're so big. So fucking deep! Fuck me harder baby!"

You were gripping onto his shoulders, burying your face into his scar where his metal arm connected to his body. Making a conscious effort to place extra licks & kisses along the mared skin to show him how much you loved even the spot he sometimes hated.

"Yeah? You want it harder doll? Here I wanted to be all soft & sweet with you the first time. Should have known you were really a dirty little girl. Let me hear you baby. Tell me how my princess wants me to fuck her tight little pussy."

He punctuated his statement with a bite your neck & started thrusting harder into you, but he purposely kept his pace slow to let you get your words out. Even though he wanted to plow you into next week.

"Soft & sweet later James, right now I want it hard & fast. Been teasing me all night. Turning me into your little slut. You know what you're doing to me. Fuck me hard."

Bucky moaned loudly into your neck the moment he heard you call yourself his little slut. It took every ounce of strength he had not to cum right there. You were an absolute minx & he was the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

"Well if you're my little slut then why am I doing all the work?" He quickly rolled so you were on top of him & before you could react he brought his right hand to slap your ass.

"Now be a good little slut & ride my cock. Take what you want baby. Make yourself cum & let me watch. There's my good girl."

Bucky had been so incredible to you already, even though you knew your night was no where near over, you wanted to give him a good show. You sat up nice & straight as you started to bounce on him. Letting your breasts jiggle up & down as the sound of you ass hitting his thighs richoted around the room.

You rolled your hips forward & backward as you rode his cock creating an extra friction on your clit. When that friction started to build & throb you let your head drop back & your eyes squeeze closed. Your hips thrust faster & shallower as you chased your orgasm.

Little squeaks & grunts coming from your lips as you fucked yourself on Bucky's cock. Your body was thrown over the cliff's edge as you felt his hips buck up from underneath you & your weight fell forward onto his chest as you shuttered & wailed.

He kept fucking you through your orgasm, thrusting into you from below. Each time his tip brushed your sweet spot a new firework burst behind your eyelids. Your mewls & whines pushing him right to his edge & he was chanting "so close baby."

As you started to come down you wanted to feel him even closer. Knowing his orgasm was just around the corner you wrapped your arms under his neck & pressed your lips to his ear as you whispered "Cum in my pussy James. Want you to fill me up."

Something snapped in Bucky's brain when you said that. Something animal took over & he threw you hard on your back before frantically rutting into you like his very life depended on it. His face was pressed into your neck & his teeth clenched when you heard him growl as he came.

Feeling his thick warm cum fill you spray by spray you sighed in pleasure & wiggled your hips to milk even more from him. Cooing in his ear about how good it felt being full of his cum, & it did.

He slowly leaned back & pulled himself from your body much to your reluctance. Watching as his cum began to trickle from you. He grabbed his shirt off the floor from were you had thrown it earlier & quickly wiped you down. It wasn't the best job but it was good enough for now. He wanted to hold you for a bit before either of you did anything else.

He dropped the shirt back to the side & pulled you tight to his chest. He knew what you said about being his girl, but his mind kept telling him maybe you just said it in the heat of the moment. So as you snuggled into his chest eyes closed with a content smile he began to open & close his mouth like a fish gasping for air.

From your comfy spot you said with a chuckle "I smell the gears starting to smoke Buck. Stop worrying. I meant it. I wanna be your girl. It took you long enough to ask."

You lifted your head up & kissed him. Staring into his eyes once more. Both full of passion & boyish charm. He couldn't help but a sheepish shrug & replied "well, I thought you deserve better than me."

Tilting his chin up slightly with your index finger you answered, "James Buchanan Barnes, there is no one better for me than you. I love you Bucky."

A genuine smile crossed Bucky's face & after so long the feeling of being honestly happy & in love felt brand new again. It was a feeling he could get used to.

"I love you more, y/n."

i’m speechless-

i read this at night while listening to my 40s bucky playlist and let me tell u, i fell in love 💗

and it made me feel so much i need to highlight my favorite parts so i can read them again and again:

…revealing Bucky dressed in black from head to toe with a large bouquet of white flowers in hand. The dark colour of his suit and short hair framed his face perfectly, accentuating his clear, blue eyes and pink lips so dreamily that you had to fight the urge to reach out to check if he was real.

the way i can perfectly picture him dressed like this got me feeling dizzy 😵‍💫

"That's my girl," he winked at you, seemingly ignoring your slightly confused face as he held out the bouquet of white tulips. "These are for you."

i love tulips aaaaaa

You had never realised just exactly how high his cheekbones were, the sharpness of his angled jaw, his straight nose. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome men you'd ever laid your eyes on, but it was as if you didn't truly appreciate it until that exact moment.

GOD THIS MAN IS KILLING MEEEEEE

"Sweetheart," he drawled and licked his lips, looking as if he'd won the lottery. "I'd follow you just about anywhere..."

something i noticed about this fic and that i totally loved is the way you wrote him. i mean i love the emo version of bucky, but this- charming and sweet bucky means everything to me, the way he talks and is always smiling is just beautiful 💖

"I know everything about you, sweetheart," he winked at you with a warm smile. "- and I just thought, since you always order Mexican when you're down, I'd change it around for you; tacos should be a means of celebrating."

now this. i was dying at this part because i’m mexican and of course i loveeee tacos so the fact that he did this for her it’s just brilliant, not even tha fancy drinks can top having comfort tacos for dinner<3

"I don't know," he ran a hand through his short hair while licking his lips, "you never know when the right person's suddenly standing in front of you. I want to be ready for when that finally happens."

"Can't wait for that to happen to me," you sighed.

"Yeah... Can't wait either," he mumbled quietly and softly ran his thumb over your shoulder.

OH COME ONNN AND JUST KISS ALREADY!!!

"No," he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside to a dark room covered in heart-shaped balloons and confetti, a loud band in the corner playing peppy swing jazz for the out-of-breath-people on the dance floor. "We're going dancing!" he exclaimed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

this is gonna sound so depressing lol but u have no idea how bad i wanted to read something that involved dancing with bucky, like, i’ve dreamed about it hundreds of times!!! i read this while “My girl” was playing i was literally sobbing 😭💓

He moved his hand over your hip, dipping his fingers a little lower than he had before as he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I could look at you forever..."

the whole dancing scene means everything to me, how they’re just starting and admiring each other, so oblivious about their feelings, the touches and the smiling aaaaaa

NOW THE STUCKY MOMENT NOOOOO

"You used to watch the stars with Steve?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "we could sit up here for hours, imagining what our lives would be. I guess neither of us quite hit the target."

"Guess not," you grinned and caressed his leg underneath the blanket to show him that you understood. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, every day," Bucky nodded, "I wish you guys had met. He would've liked you."

this. i can’t even explain how bittersweet this was. like i’m happy bucky is okay with it but the fact he’s gone makes me so sad. the little memory of the two of them stargazing back then is gorgeous, i’m taking this with me, forever.

"You should've seen me," he smirked, "two arms and an undeniable boyish charm. And when I put on the uniform, they didn't stand a chance in resisting me."

40s bucky mean the entire world to me, u have no idea <3

the ride back home was so cute, i could feel butterflies on my tummy while reading it, the way he explained to her everything, and just hold her oh my god. the things i would do 😩

i’m telling u… when the key jangle part came and i realized why he told her to lock her door I LITERALLY SCREAMED AAAAAA this man knowssss what he is doing!!!!

His chest was heaving slowly, his eyes darkening as the pupils slowly drowned out the blue in his irises while he looked at you. "No keys," he concluded quietly, trying hard to fight the smile that tugged on the corners of his mouth. "Fuck me," he smiled broadly, and stepped over to you, putting his calloused palm to the side of your face where he stroked his thumb over your jawline while his lips danced enticingly close to yours.

i have no words to describe the way this part made me feel. it’s was so beautiful and powerful i was shaking of excitement, how he just went from being sweet all night to being this feral man oh god

The kiss was short and sweet, but it didn't take Bucky two seconds before he let out a satisfied groan and pulled you closer. "Fuck, sweetheart!" he whispered with a breath heavier than ever before. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he growled and put his hand in the back of your neck, his lips urging you to open your mouth so he could slip his tongue past your teeth and into your wet mouth.

this was so sensual and tender and hot and sweet-

He gave out a sensual groan when your tongues finally found each other and happily trailed his metal fingers up your side; touching the exposed skin of your thigh, grazing over the curve of your hip, massaging your waistline through the soft fabric of your red dress.

His hands were snaking around your stomach, his palms pressing you closer to his pelvis, and he leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Sweetheart, I want to take you out again..." he pulled your earlobe between your teeth.

"Tonight wasn't play-pretend for me..." he whispered, "I want you. All of you. Not just on missions and during training sessions at the gym - all the time."

OH MY GOD IM ON KNEES FOR THISSS.

i know i practically put everything you wrote in here but it’s just amazing. i’m love with every little detail of this fic, again the way you wrote him made me fall even more in love and god, i want a best friend like him so bad!!! thank u for this wonderful story, i love it dearly 💖

hiiii, firts of all i want to say how amazing your stories are, you are honestly one of my favorite writers!! and i don’t know if you take requests but if you ever run out of ideas i’ve thought about a short story where Bucky tries to show the reader how it was like to date in the 1900s (he writes her a letter, invites her to a date with a letter etc.) because the reader asked him one time what it was like back then haha

The Key Jangle (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Story summary: Sick and tired of your many recent bad dates, you’re dreading yet another Valentine’s Day alone. When Bucky offers to show you what a night out is supposed to look like according to him, you get to experience what it’s like to date your best friend.

Words: 9.3K (it got out of hand, sorry!)

Note: Hi anon! Thank you so much for your sweet words and your lovely request! I hope it's okay that I didn't follow it strictly; I just sort of ran along with your idea of Bucky being old-fashioned and sweet, and took it from there. Anyway, this is my shot at a sweet, fluffy Valentine's Day fic before I enter the spring of breaking Bucky’s heart. Hope you enjoy.

Warnings: None. Pure fluff and slight banter.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

February 13th, noon

You had spent the first part of the morning of February 13th in bed sweating and grieving over the horrible night before. The smell of your latest bad Tinder date hang like a stench over your bed, drenching you in the cheap cologne of the man who online had seemed charming and nice, but in real life best could be described as blatantly obnoxious and terribly self-centred. Exactly where the smell came from, you did not know; you hadn't even brought him home - nor touched him! Hadn't even made it through the main course before his rude behaviour had finally become so much that you had grabbed your coat and left without bidding him goodbye.

It had definitely been one of the worst dates you'd had in a long time, but still, the prospect of yet another Valentine's Day alone hang on the back of your tongue like a thick musk, drowning you in the disappointment of your date not being boyfriend material after all.

Slightly frustrated with yourself and your apparently relentless belief that one day you'd find true love, you buried your head in between the bedsheets and curled up your body, readying yourself for yet another lonely Sunday with nothing to keep you company but your comfort TV show on repeat.

It wasn't until well past noon you were ripped out of your vegetative state by a loud knock on your bedroom door. You heard how the hinges creaked open before you'd even had a chance to reply, but you weren't in the mood to face whoever had decided to disturb you and stayed with your back towards them.

"There you are!" Bucky's voice bounced through the walls as he took in the blob lying underneath a mountain of white bedlinen, a small foot sticking out at the corner. "I've been looking all over the compound for you, have you just been lying in here all day?"

"Yeah," you muttered in a bored tone of voice, your eyes still fixed on the TV screen in front of you.

"Hmm... I guess it's safe to assume that last night's Tinder adventure didn't exactly go as planned then?"

"No, it went perfectly fine, he's actually under here with me," you mumbled and heard how it made Bucky chuckle warmly behind you. "He's just a little shy."

"Well, tell him to come on out!" he chipped in amusement, "I want to meet the man who was finally worthy enough to be invited into your bed."

Slowly, you turned around to face your best friend who was leaning casually up against the doorframe with his big, bulky arms crossed over his chest as his eyes twinkled with amusement.

"Okay, I'm alone in here," you admitted in a small voice and took in the large grin that split his face in two.

"Oh, I never would've guessed," he chuckled and stepped inside your room, closing the door to the hallway behind him, "- what happened?" he sat down next to you on the bed.

"I don't wanna talk about it," you groaned and directed your attention back to your TV, trying to ignore his satisfied smirk and prying eyes.

"Aw come on! You know your Tinder adventure is my favourite serial," he chuckled and searched your face with excited eyes, "how big of a train wreck was it? On a scale from pet-snake Larry to Paul the Magician."

"Barnes..." you sighed again, sending him a stern look as you took in his amused smirk, "I'm happy you find my terrible love life so amusing but I'm really not in the mood to joke about it today, okay?"

He furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head to the side, his face suddenly laced with concern. "Sweetheart, are you okay?" he gently touched his hand to the top of your duvet and let out a low, dark growl, "- he didn't hurt you, did he?"

"No, it's fine," you assured him with a shake of your head and saw how Bucky immediately drew a breath of relief. "He was a douchebag but that's it... I just don't see the appeal in my failing love life when tomorrow is the most romantic day of the year..."

"Since when do you care about Valentine's Day?" he arched an eyebrow at your statement. "Last year you said it was stupid...?"

"I've always cared," you whined and sent him a pained look, "- I've just never had anyone special to celebrate it with."

"That's because you have a way of always ending up with the douchebags..." he shrugged matter-of-factly. "You're setting yourself up for failure time and time again."

"It's hard to be picky," you let out a tired groan, "- there are literally no good men back in the city."

"No good men?" He repeated in mock offence, "oh, I beg to differ! There's a pretty decent guy sitting in front of you right now!" he touched his palm to his heart, pretending he was hurt.

"...What are you saying?" you felt yourself smile for the first time that day as you scanned his curled-up face, "you want to take me out now?"

"Yeah!" his entire face lit up and you let out a laugh at his cute smile. "What's so funny about that?" He poked you in the side with a chuckle, "come on, let me show you what a proper date is supposed to look like! Wouldn't it be nice to actually have a decent night out for once?!"

"Don't be ridiculous..." you rolled your eyes at him, "- what I want is something that might actually advance to more than just a story I tell my teammate to keep him amused."

"Sweetheart, I'm serious," he held up his hands in surrender. "Come on, let me show you a good time tomorrow! My treat!"

You hesitated. A fake date with your best friend wasn't exactly what you had in mind for the most romantic night of the year.

"Oh don't look so excited to go out with me!" He chuckled loudly, his gaze never leaving yours.

"I'm sorry," you smiled, taking in the way his enticing metal hand whirred in front of your eyes as his fingers slightly twitched before falling down in his lap. "It's not that I don't want to do something with you," you fumbled to find the edge of the duvet so you could sneak out your hand to grab the cold vibranium fingers splayed over his muscular thigh. "- it's just not really what I had in mind for tomorrow."

"Hey you're the one who wanted a proper date for Valentine's Day, right?" He smiled softly and gently squeezed your fingers, "I'm offering you one. Come on, what's the harm? We always have fun, right?"

"We do," you nodded, thinking over his proposition, and slowly realising that a night out with him definitely beat another bad Tinder date. "Yeah, alright," you ended up smiling with a hesitant nod, "you have me convinced. It's a date."

"It's a date!" he agreed excitedly and padded your thigh before quickly jumping from the bed, leaving you cold and alone, "you won't regret it!"

"Hey! Where are you going?" You lifted your head from your pillow to take in the significant bounce in his step that he suddenly carried himself with. "Come back!"

"Can't," he spun around and smiled broadly at you, "I have some serious planning to do! I don't want to end up being one of the horrible dates you tell your teammate about!" he winked at you before practically skipping out the room.

February 14th, afternoon

For some reason you couldn't quite place, you'd been nervous about your night out with Bucky all day and it was weirding you out! You'd done plenty of stuff just the two of you before - dinners, movies, drinks - but something about going out with him on a night reserved exclusively for lovers, had you feeling warm and fuzzy as you waited for him to swing by your room to pick you up.

You hadn't seen him since he'd coaxed you into spending Valentine’s together, but he had texted you earlier to 'please wear the red dress' and now you were standing in front of your mirror, eyes hesitantly scanning the tight cocktail dress that was normally reserved for particularly special dates, wondering how Bucky so easily had managed to convince you to put it on for him.

Completely lost in thought, wondering what it would be like dating Bucky, you were slightly startled when there was a sudden knock on your door.

"Come in," you quickly scurried away from the mirror, trying to look as if you hadn't just been fidgety about your special date-night attire and the prospect of a very romantic night out with your best friend - fake or not.

The door opened slowly, revealing Bucky dressed in black from head to toe with a large bouquet of white flowers in hand. The dark colour of his suit and short hair framed his face perfectly, accentuating his clear, blue eyes and pink lips so dreamily that you had to fight the urge to reach out to check if he was real.

"Jesus," he immediately whistled, his entire body tensing as his eyes travelled between your face and hips. "You look amazing!" he said sincerely and ran a hand through the stubbles on his chin, looking slightly taken aback. "I mean... wow!"

"Stop that," you laughed and stepped aside so he could enter your room, "you've seen me in this dress a million times before."

"Yeah," he chuckled and licked his lips, turning around so he could admire you again, "- and you always look amazing, but it hits a little different to know that you're wearing it for me."

"I'm not wearing it for you," you lifted your eyebrows and shot him a dead-pan look, fighting hard to stop the smile that threatened to spring free on your face. "I only put it on because you told me to. I expect there's a reason for us to be dressed so formally," you gestured to his black attire.

"Aw come on," he took a step closer and sent you a cute little pout, "- just let me have one small, tiny win. Tell me you put it on just for me!"

He was smelling heavenly, and he looked terribly cute as he charmingly grinned at you.

"You're insufferable, Barnes," you couldn't hold back the broad smile any longer, "- alright, I put it on just for you," you slowly drawled out. "There you go - Happy?"

"Mmh," he closed his eyes and threw his head backwards with a groan so sensual you had to pretend you were shifting your weight on purpose and not because a jolt of short-lived desire had woken up every fibre in your entire nervous system. "That's my girl," he winked at you, seemingly ignoring your slightly confused face as he held out the bouquet of white tulips. "These are for you."

"You bought me flowers?" you asked with your eyebrows raised high, ignoring the burning sensation on your face. "- Really? No one's ever bought me flowers before..."

"That's what I've been saying, sweetheart," he smiled, looking oddly proud of himself, "- you're dating the wrong guys!"

"I'd say!" you gave the tulips a brief sniff before turning around to find a vase for them to fit in. "That's really sweet of you, Barnes! And on a fake date nonetheless! ...you know, it's funny, but I always pictured you as a roses man."

"Yeah, back in the forties I probably would've bought any girl roses," he sighed softly behind you, and you could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he slowly continued; "- but let's be honest, doll; you're not just any girl..."

"Is that supposed to flatter me?" you laughed as you arranged the flowers in the vase, your back still turned towards him.

"Depends on whether it's working or not."

"Weirdly enough, it is," you chuckled and turned around to face him again only to see how his eyes immediately snapped upwards to meet yours.

From the intense stare he suddenly gave you and the way he slowly licked his broadly grinning lips, you were sure he'd just had his gaze firmly placed on your ass, but you chose not to comment on it. It wasn't exactly the first time you'd caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, but it was the first time you'd felt an odd sensation of pride flow through your body at the thought.

"Do you - uh - do you want something to drink?" you tilted your head to the side, smiling at him as your eyes wandered over the fitted suit.

He was casually leaning up against the wall with his hands buried in his pockets, the confident smirk still in place. "I'm good," he lightly shook his head and pulled up his sleeve to look at his wristwatch, "actually, we should probably get going - we have reservations," he grabbed your woollen overcoat from the coat rack near the door, holding it out so you could easily slip your arms into the sleeves. "- and as much as I'd hate to cover up that beautiful dress, you should probably put this on or I'll be having dinner with an icicle."

"Yeah? What are we doing?" you laughed and gratefully turned your back towards him so he could pull the jacket up your shoulders.

"I'm not gonna say," he teased behind you, the excited smile evident in his voice. "It's a secret!"

"A fake date complete with secret activities?" you laughed and slowly turned towards him again. "I gotta say; I'm impressed, Barnes!"

By pure instinct, you reached up and adjusted the Windsor knot below the collar of his shirt, accidentally staring directly into his beautiful, blue gaze. His breathing picked up at your touch, the muscles surrounding his big doe eyes completely relaxed as he took you in, his wide-blown pupils darting back and forth between your irises.

"Tonight's all about impressing you, darling," he muttered slowly, his Adam's apple bouncing enticingly in his throat as your fingers gave an involuntary twitch atop his sternum.

"Well..." you carefully took a step backwards and gently removed your hands from his chest under the pretence you were busy brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. "- You're succeeding."

Bucky seemed to recover from the intimate moment between you a lot quicker than you did and sent you his usual charming smirk with the tongue darting out between his teeth to lick his lips. "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," you muttered, still slightly flustered as you grabbed your purse and keys.

"Remember to lock up," he sent you a wink. “Can’t have you come back home to find your door unlocked.”

"Of course," you nodded and turned the key before dumping the bundle down in your coat pocket. "Alright. Good to go," you smiled at him.

"Great," he put his hand on the small of your back, leading you away from your room and towards the steel elevators at the end of the hallway.

Under normal circumstances, you were pretty sure you'd be blabbering away, trying to guess what he had planned for tonight, but right now, all you could sense were the large fingers moving over your lower back, the touch so affectionate and intimate that you felt your cheeks go warm again as you involuntarily leaned into it. Silently, you prayed that Bucky wouldn't suddenly turn his head to look at you and realise how his foreign touch had made you slightly giddy.

"You're being quiet," he concluded after a few seconds of silence as the elevator zoomed downwards.

"Just excited for tonight," you managed to mumble, your voice weirdly thick as he started stroking his thumb over a small area of your lower spine, sending you a happy sideways glance.

The electronic panel of the elevator announced your arrival at the bottom floor of the building with a loud ding, and Bucky pressed in on your back, excitedly urging you to move through the steel doors. "Right over here," he chipped happily and lead you to a dark corner of the parking lot where his motorcycle was parked.

"We're riding your Harley?" you arched an eyebrow, taking in the large machine in front of you.

"Yep," he grinned and handed you a helmet.

"- the exact same Harley you won't even let Sam touch...?"

"Well, you're not Sam are you?" he chuckled and swung his leg over the seat, scooting forwards to make room for you on the back of the bike.

He had his legs spread wide around the stealthy machine, his large hands wrapped tightly across the leather of the handles as he rotated the key in the ignition, making the bike rumble to life beneath him. Grinning broadly, he turned his head to look at you, the dimmed lights from the parking garage making him look dark, mysterious, and annoyingly enticing on top of his black motorcycle.

You were frozen, completely taken aback by how the image in front of you was making your mind hazy, blocking out anything but your best friend sitting wide legged and alluring only two feet away.

"Well, are you coming?" he asked slowly, causing a deep shiver to run down your spine as his voice was even huskier than normal.

"Uh - Yeah..." It woke you from your mind-muffling trance and you quickly strapped the helmet underneath your chin and took the seat behind Bucky so he couldn't see the bafflement evident on your face.

The leather of the seat was soft and pliant against the backside of your thighs, and you easily sank into a comfortable position behind him as you wrapped your arms around his warm waist, lacing your fingers around his stomach.

"You good back there?" he sent you a smile over his shoulder, putting a reassuring hand on top of yours, affectionately stroking his thumb over your wrist.

You could feel his heavy heartbeat in his chest, the hard muscles of his stomach tensing as you wrapped your arms tighter around him, readying yourself for when he turned on the gas. "Yeah," you nodded, wondering if he too could feel the sensation of a foreign heart beating rapidly against his torso.

"Hold on tight, doll," he said huskily as he twisted the right-side handle with a roar of the bike and slowly drove out of the garage and into the night.

For the first few minutes on the road, you were completely overwhelmed by the feeling of absolute freedom that the ride brought you.

Elegantly, Bucky steered the bike through the busy streets of New York, the coloured lights of Manhattan coming closer and closer as you clung tightly to his warm body, your heart beating faster than ever against your ribcage, and you wondered if the high level of adrenaline coursing through your veins was due to the bike-ride, or the way Bucky felt against you as he easily balanced the large machine between his legs.

You rode for about thirty minutes, not stopping until you'd reached an expensive-looking building in Brooklyn Heights.

"We're eating here?" you let him help you off the bike as you looked in awe at the expensive cars parked outside.

"No, sweetheart," he chuckled and put your helmet in the compartment underneath the leather seat before pressing his hand to the small of your back again. "We're doing something far better for dinner. This is just the warm-up. Come on," he softly pushed you forwards and guided you into the lobby and towards the golden elevator at the end where he pressed the button for the top floor.

He was smiling confidently above you, moving his hand over your hips and stepping closer to your body. You were just about to let him know that you liked his touch, that he looked more handsome than ever, but the elevator doors suddenly slid open at the designated floor, taking away your privacy.

"After you, sweetheart," Bucky cleared his throat and let his hand fall to his side, making your body feel weirdly naked without his firm touch.

The place he'd taken you was a prohibition-themed bar complete with gold ornaments, checkerboard tiles and coffered wood ceilings. The atmosphere was warm and romantic, every mahogany table occupied by anticipating lovers holding hands and sipping expensive-looking cocktails.

Bucky made sure to walk close to you as you made your way through the sitting crowd, and you felt a sense of relief wash over you when his fingers occasionally brushed over your dress as he lead you to a table near one of the tall floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the East River.

"Wow Buck," you murmured as you sat down and took in the romantic view before you; how the skyscrapers on the other side of the river rose calmly against the pink evening sky. "This is amazing!"

"Yeah, I was hoping we'd get here in time to catch the sunset," he smiled and confidently leaned back in his chair, his eyes darting between you and the beautiful view outside. "...Would you like a drink?" He asked softly and handed you a heavy leather-inbound cocktail card.

"Thanks," you brushed your fingers over his as you accepted the menu from his hand and had to suppress the urge to let them linger. You only briefly managed to catch the way his chest heaved in anticipation as a breath hitched in your throat, your gaze turned towards the card in your lap.

"Fuck, Bucky!" you let your eyes wander down the list of beverages, "- this is crazy expensive!"

Bucky let out a heart-warming laugh that had your cheeks go so warm that you forced yourself to firmly keep your eyes on the list of drinks in front of you so he wouldn't notice how he kept causing reactions in you. "It's okay, sweetheart," he chuckled, "just pick something you like and don't look at the prices. My treat, remember?"

Slowly, you looked back up at his amused smile, a mild look of shock evident on your face. "What? No! You know I can't let you do that!" You gasped, "It'll be a fortune - and Buck, this isn't even a real date?!"

The words had barely escaped you before the smirk slipped from his face. Trying not to let the disappointment seep through him, he pressed his lips tightly together as he looked at you, his hand immediately going through his hair, slicking it back. "Come on," he sighed briefly and leaned in, forcing out a stiff smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. "Just pretend... please - just for tonight, okay? Let me spoil you," he pleaded quietly, nervously licking his lips.

You almost protested. Almost insisted on paying your own half, but something about the way he was looking at you told you that it wasn't up for discussion - that he had wanted to do this for quite some time.

"Alright," you ended up sighing while taking in his determined face. "Thank you for doing this for me."

"Anything for you," he nodded and sent you a cute smile before turning his gaze back to the menu in front of him. "So... drinks! What are you having?" he smiled softly, his eyes briefly skirting over your face again. "I think I'll go with the Macallan fifteen - How about you?”

"Am I supposed to take a scotch as well?"

"No, sweetheart," Bucky chuckled warmly, "you can have whatever you like!"

"I have sovereignty? Well, this already beats half the dates I’ve been on this year!“ you laughed and danced your eyes over the list of cocktails. "I'll have the Tequila Martini then."

"Tequila Martini for the lady," he winked at you and left for the bar with a certain self-assured swagger in his step you hadn't seen before. He was carrying himself differently than normal, almost as if he was proud to have your eyes on him, and you silently wondered if he was always like this on dates; so confident and enticing that the people he asked out couldn't tear their eyes away from him.

He was standing with his broad back turned towards you, his legs spread confidently apart as he put his weight on his right foot and grabbed the attention of the bartender with a raised hand and a charming smile. After he’d placed your order, he slowly turned around and sent you a blinding smile accompanied by a wink, making your heart immediately picked up its pace.

You had never realised just exactly how high his cheekbones were, the sharpness of his angled jaw, his straight nose. He was without a doubt one of the most handsome men you'd ever laid your eyes on, but it was as if you didn't truly appreciate it until that exact moment.

He sent you a stomach-warming wink before turning back to the bar to pay for your drinks, picking up the two glasses and slowly swaggering back over you.

"Here you go," he slid the tall martini glass over the table and had a sip of his own mahogany-coloured drink.

"Thanks," you sheepishly accepted the drink from him and had a sip as well. "Have you ever been here before? You walk like you own the room."

He let out a laugh, "yeah, funny you should mention it. I actually did live here briefly."

"What?" you raised your eyebrows at him.

"Yeah, the ground floor used to house one of Brooklyn's finest cobblers. I spent a few summers working for him to make a buck or two before I got drafted. Slept in his spare room at night and even snuck out there sometimes," he pointed towards the terrace outside. "- though it wasn't nearly as neat back then."

"Mmh," you twirled the straw of your drink between your fingers, smiling as you imagined a young, starry-eyed Bucky in dirty work rags. "What was Brooklyn like back then?"

Bucky looked away, contemplating his answer for a few seconds before sending you a crooked smile. "Smelly," he nodded, "- but wonderful! You would've loved it!"

"Yeah, I've heard it had a certain charm... I've actually been wondering -" you cocked your head to the side and saw how he leaned in in excitement, "- given the chance, would you go back to Brooklyn in the 40s?"

"...Well, it depends," he drawled, squinting his eyes and looking at you as if you'd just asked him a million dollar question, "- would you be there?"

"Well, no," you shook your head and took a sip of your drink. "I can't go with you since I won't be born until several decades later."

"Then it's a hard pass," he shook his head without taking a time-out to think.

"Really?" you laughed at how resolutely he was looking at you. "I mean that much to you that you'd actually stay here?"

"Sweetheart," he drawled and licked his lips, looking as if he'd won the lottery. "I'd follow you just about anywhere..."

You immediately felt your insides squirm in your belly at his soft-spoken words, his eyes more piercing than ever as he leaned in close with an excited smile on his lips.

"That's really sweet Barnes," you mumbled and tried to hide your flustered face behind your glass as he merely smiled softly at you.

Bucky ended up buying you two more cocktails, the conversation flowing more freely than you'd ever experienced in such a fancy setting before. He told you about his life before the war, stories you'd heard a million times before, but somehow never grew tired of.

Slowly, the night sky outside changed from magenta to lilac as the bar filled up with anticipating lovers, but you and Bucky were far too lost in each other to sense anything else.

It wasn't until the conversation fell on his Ma's cuisine, you realised just how hungry you were, and Bucky suggested grabbing something to eat.

"Aren't we riding the bike again?" You asked curiously when the clear night air of the Brooklyn street hit your lungs and Bucky turned the opposite direction.

"No, dinner's just around the corner," he nodded and waited for you to catch up to him.

"Where are we going?" you asked curiously, happy to see the small smile dancing on the corner of his lips when you interlocked your elbow around his.

"Oh, I have reservations for the finest dinner in all of Brooklyn," he chuckled lowly.

"Another fancy place to impress me?" You arched an eyebrow at him, hoping he was joking.

"Mmmh," he briefly squinted his eyes and tilted his head from side to side, "...something like that..."

He stopped half-way through Brooklyn Bridge Park, a purple food truck blasting mariachi music loudly beside you. He was grinning broadly as he locked eyes with you. "You want veggie or carne?" he asked excitedly.

"What?" You mirrored his laugh, taking in his amused face without understanding what was going on.

"Veggie or carne?" He repeated, this time a bit louder as the smile grew on his lips, "- for your tacos."

"Oh, we're having tacos!" you laughed, looking at the heavenly-smelling truck beside you, your eyes already scanning the different options.

"It's your favourite, isn't it?" He chuckled with an arched eyebrow. "Your ultimate comfort food."

"Yes, but how on earth do you know that?" You grinned.

"I know everything about you, sweetheart," he winked at you with a warm smile. "- and I just thought, since you always order Mexican when you're down, I'd change it around for you; tacos should be a means of celebrating."

"And what are we celebrating today?" You challenged him with an arched eyebrow.

"You finally agreeing to go out with me of course," he nodded and bumped his elbow against yours. "Come on, what are you having?"

"Alright," you grinned, liking his flirty stare. "I'll have two veggie."

"Coming right up, sweetheart," he winked at you and went to get your food while you sat down on a nearby bench, once again looking over at the Manhattan skyline.

"Hope you're hungry," Bucky laughed five minutes later when he sat down next to you, handing you two huge tacos while his other hand was clutching three for himself.

"Like you wouldn't believe," you happily accepted the food and started unwrapping one of them. "So... is this what a normal Bucky Barnes date looks like?" you had a bite of your taco and turned your head to look at him. "Fancy cocktails on top of the world followed by tacos in Brooklyn Bridge Park?"

"No, this is special," Bucky chuckled while looking between you and the Manhattan skyline with a small, knowing smile on his lips. "This is custom-made, just for you."

"Well..." you smiled and bumped your knee against him, "- you did good! This is really, really nice."

"It is," he nodded and slung his arm over the backrest of the bench, finding your body and pressing his fingers into your ribs to pull you a little closer to his comfortable torso.

You couldn't stop the satisfied sigh that left your lips at his welcome touch, and immediately put your head on the top of his shoulder, having a bite of your taco as you looked up at the blinking light atop Empire State Building's lightening rod, trying not to think too much about rhythm of his heavy heartbeat against your spine. "What do you usually do on dates then?"

"Sweetheart," Bucky chuckled above you, the warm sound bouncing in his chest against your backside. "I've known you what - two years now? Have you ever heard me talking about going on a date?"

You furrowed your eyebrows slightly, letting his words sink in. "Hold up..." you turned your head to look up at him. "- you haven't been on a date in over two years?"

"No," he shook his head resolutely and plumped in the last bite of one of his tacos, "- haven't met anyone I want to go out with..."

You blew a raspberry, "that's not true!" you laughed, "what about the girls you bring home from the bar? Don't tell me you haven't invited just a single one of them out afterwards!"

You felt him freeze slightly, his chest suddenly hard and tense underneath the back of your head. "...You - uh - you know about that?" he mumbled quietly as he immediately stopped chewing.

"Yeah, well, we share a wall, Buck" you nodded and looked up at his cringing face. "And it's not exactly as if neither you nor your dates are playing the quiet game in there," you shrugged, trying to push away the small, weird pang of sudden jealousy at the late night memories from your lonely room.

"Yeah, sorry," he mumbled awkwardly and balled up the wax paper from one of his tacos, throwing it in the bin to hide his embarrassment.

"Don't feel bad," you looked up at his guilty expression. "- it's okay... I'm sure you've heard me have sex plenty of times as well."

"Yeah... yeah I have," he breathed and shifted awkwardly behind you, his gaze firmly fixed on the dark horizon, his breathing rhythmless and laboured.

"- I'm just surprised you haven't asked anyone out, is all," you continued, still fighting the envious fire in your stomach. "I've seen how they're all lining up for you. You could have anyone you want!"

"...you'd be surprised," he mumbled, his cheeks dusted a faint shade of pink. "I - uhm - I don't know," he shrugged with a small sigh, "- I guess I just haven't met anyone I find interesting enough to spend an evening with outside the bedroom..."

"…apart from me!" you chuckled, sending him what you hoped was an amused glance.

"Yeah, apart from you, doll", he smiled softly, his body finally letting go of some of the tension it held although he was still sounding wary behind you, "- you're special."

"Likewise," you nodded slowly as the fire in the pit of your stomach finally doused. "...Okay I gotta ask you; when was the last time you had a date?"

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I tried some dating apps a few years ago. Wasn't really my thing. I guess I'm too old-fashioned for the whole online thing. I want a real meet cute."

"Yeah, well you're never gonna have a meet cute if you never leave the compound's gym," you chuckled.

"Hey, I left the gym tonight, didn't I?" he chuckled sincerely, and you were happy to finally feel his chest bounce in amusement against you again.

"Yeah, but do you really believe you're going to meet someone while you're dragging me along?" You laughed, hoping to dear God that he wouldn't.

"I don't know," he ran a hand through his short hair while licking his lips, "you never know when the right person's suddenly standing in front of you. I want to be ready for when that finally happens."

"Can't wait for that to happen to me," you sighed.

"Yeah... Can't wait either," he mumbled quietly and softly ran his thumb over your shoulder.

"Well, we can keep dreaming, the two of us," you looked up at him and softly patted his thigh. "The forever singles."

"Yeah," he nodded before he went quiet, fixing his gaze on the horizon again, taking in the dusk. "You ready for the next part of the date?" he asked after a few seconds.

"There's more?"

"Yeah, of course there's more, come on," he chuckled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, leading you back through the park to a building opposite the fancy bar where you'd had drinks.

"The Pelican Club?" you read the large neon sign above the brass double doors. "What's this? Are we going for more drinks?"

"No," he grabbed your hand and pulled you inside to a dark room covered in heart-shaped balloons and confetti, a loud band in the corner playing peppy swing jazz for the out-of-breath-people on the dance floor. "We're going dancing!" he exclaimed happily and wrapped his arm around your shoulder.

"Barnes!" You squealed desperately and leaned in close to outshout the loud music, "I can't dance!"

"Neither can I," he shouted back with a laugh, "I haven't danced since before the war!" He grabbed a coat hanger and held out his hand to take your jacket. "...What?" He laughed when you hesitated, "- you'd trust me with your life in the field but not when it comes to something as harmless as dancing?"

You bit your lower lip, taking in how the people on the dance floor moved effortlessly with their partners, sure that you were going to make a fool of both yourself and Bucky.

"- Come on," he interrupted your train of thought with a charming smile, "- you're gonna love it, I swear!"

"Oh God..." you rolled your eyes and shook the woollen coat from off your shoulders, sending him a nervous look. "Alright! But just so you're prepared; everybody's gonna look at us!"

"Oh I hope so," he grinned, "it would be a crime not to acknowledge such a beautiful woman in such a beautiful dress," he drawled and once more put his hand on the small of your back, the pillowy words along with his somewhat craving touch so blinding and desirable, that you briefly forgot he was leading you to a dance floor.

He stopped in the middle of the room, turning around to face you. "You ready?"

"I guess," you nodded, slightly anxious about what was going to happen, but calming down almost immediately when Bucky's right hand found yours. Carefully, his metal fingers grabbed your hip and he pulled you flush against his chest.

You were looking up at him, the expression on his face soft and longing as he slowly moved his fingers over your hipbone, his chest heaving steadily before you. "Just let me lead, sweetheart," he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, his voice laced with thick syrup that melted into your ear canals and made your knees weak.

"O-okay," you nodded and followed him as he took a step to the side, his eyes never leaving yours.

You'd never seen him like this before; so tender and so up close you could take in every small detail of his angled face; the almost invisible small, brown freckles cute and innocently splashed over his straight nose, the fullness of his heavy lower lip and the curve of his cupid's bow contrasting the sharp jaw with the rough stubbles, the splash of dark blue in his otherwise clear, cerulean eyes that were dancing happily across your face.

Why had you never realised how handsome, and masculine, and dreamy he was before he’d coaxed you for a date? All this time you'd just thought of him as your sweet friend Bucky Barnes, never really seeing him for what he truly was; a fucking tease! And as you swayed on the dance floor under his full, undeniable attention, everything inside of you was screaming it at you, reminding you how blind you'd been all this time! A large megaphone ringing in your head; your best friend is the most desirable man in the world!

You saw how the small happy wrinkles around his eyes crinkled as he pulled the corners of his enticing lips upwards, his beautiful irises darting back and forth between your eyes, desperate to take in everything so he wouldn't miss out on the way you were looking at him.

"You're staring, doll," he smirked.

"Sorry," you mumbled and quickly fixed your gaze on the fingers you had placed on top of his shoulder, not wanting him to get scared at the sudden realisation you felt within.

"Don't apologise," he smiled and tilted his head closer to yours to search your face again. "I'm not complaining. I like when you look at me."

Slightly embarrassed by the audible gulp that his words activated in your throat, you carefully found his eyes, savouring the way he breathed in your arms when your gazes finally met again.

"My God," he whispered quietly, "you are beautiful."

"Barnes," you whimpered slightly, looking at his deep blue eyes, your entire body tense as he slowly swung you around.

He moved his hand over your hip, dipping his fingers a little lower than he had before as he leaned in close and whispered in your ear, "I could look at you forever..."

You could feel his breath on your skin, how the words wrapped themselves around you and made your knees feel weaker than ever. Bucky's metal fingers were placed firmly on the lower part of your hip, but you could feel how they slowly started moving up to caress your waist sensually. His aromatic cologne was invading all your senses, filling up your nostrils while his flesh hand slowly caressed your fingers, his dark eyes never leaving you.

You swayed in silence for a while, looking at each other with small, love-drunk smiles playing on your lips, the up-tempo music in the background far too fast for the type of dance you'd engaged in. The megaphone inside your head came in louder and louder the longer you stared at him; kiss him! Kiss him! But you weren't sure if you were putting too much into your dancing, and thus kept your lips at a distance, not wanting to scare him away.

"You - uh," he eventually grinned when the jazz band behind you started playing an even peppier song. "- you wanna get out of here? There's something I'd like to show you."

You merely nodded, completely lost for words as his entire presence had engulfed you.

"Alright," he removed his fingers from your hip and instead grabbed your hand, slowly pulling you to the other side of the dance floor with your fingers carefully intertwined.

Eager for the next part of his plan, you were back in the Brooklyn night air in no time, this time walking towards his motorcycle.

"What do you want to show me?" You locked your palms around his elbow and pressed your hip against his.

"When are you gonna learn that I'm not gonna tell you anything?" he laughed as he flipped open the leather seat of the bike and pulled out a blanket from the compartment underneath. "Have I not given you your money's worth up until now?"

"Oh, you've given me so much more," you chuckled and followed him back up the street.

"Alright -" he shot you a sideways glance and wrapped his arm around your shoulder again, "because you've been so well-behaved and haven't called it a fake date for hours, I'll give you a hint; what we're about to do is my favourite past-time."

"Your favourite past-time? Are we going to the gym?" You laughed, "Or are we annoying Sam? I can't decide what you like the best."

He blew a raspberry and laughed loudly, opening the door to an abandoned warehouse. "You'll see," he chuckled and led you up several flights of stairs, not stopping until you'd reached the roof of the building.

"Is your favourite past time murdering young women on top of creepy old buildings? " You laughed and sat down on a tattered bench leaning up against an old chimney. "Why are there even seats up here?"

"Because this is the prime spot in the city for stargazing," he pointed upwards.

"Stargazing?" You mumbled, your eyes following his. Your mind was immediately taken aback by the sight that met you: the sky had long ago turned from lilac to a deep blue, but now it was lit up by thousands of tiny stars twinkling competitively with the man next to you. "Wow," you breathed quietly, keeping your gaze on the many lights although Bucky's enticing scent was screaming at you to direct your attention towards him instead.

"I know," his deep voice brought you back down to earth as he unfolded the fuzzy blanket halfway and wrapped it around your shoulders before taking the seat next to you.

"As if I'm letting you freeze," you chuckled and unwrapped the other half, draping it over both your shoulders, scooting a little closer to him on the bench so the plaid could reach around both of you. You felt how his fingers hesitantly found your hips, but when you didn't move away as he pressed his fingertips to your hipbone, he snuggled a little closer.

"It's really beautiful out here tonight," you breathed as you gazed upwards. "It's not often we get to see stars this clearly in New York."

"Yeah, we're quite lucky," he scooted even closer to you, his gaze briefly skirting over your awed face.

"Yeah," you breathed, trying to ignore how close his lips were as you took in the beauty of Cassiopeia above you, "I used to sit like this with my best friend when I was a kid..."

Bucky slowly turned his face away from you, letting out an inaudible gulp as he furrowed his eyebrows, the look on his face tender and anticipating as he too looked upwards. "Me too," he mumbled after a few seconds, "- although the sky was even clearer back then."

"You used to watch the stars with Steve?"

"Yeah," he nodded, "we could sit up here for hours, imagining what our lives would be. I guess neither of us quite hit the target."

"Guess not," you grinned and caressed his leg underneath the blanket to show him that you understood. "Do you miss him?"

"Yeah, every day," Bucky nodded, "I wish you guys had met. He would've liked you."

"Me too," you softly stroked your little finger over his kneecap to console him. "He seems like a good man."

"The best," Bucky concluded with a nod, "- but I guess it all turned out how it was supposed to anyway. He's with Peggy, the love of his life, and I'm here with you..." he smiled softly, tilting his head from side to side. "Well - and Sam of course."

"Ah yes!" You laughed, "- let's not forget about the love of your life!"

"Don't tell him I mentioned him," he sent you a crooked smile, "I'd never hear the end of it!"

"I'll try not to," you chuckled and moved your hand over the tense muscles of his thigh. "Did you and Steve take all your dates dancing back then?"

"Of course," he nodded, "I wasn't stupid. Perfect opportunity for prolonged eye contact and a few strategically placed hands."

"Oh my God," rolled your eyes with a laugh.

"You should've seen me," he smirked, "two arms and an undeniable boyish charm. And when I put on the uniform, they didn't stand a chance in resisting me."

"Oh, I bet!" you chuckled, "Did you take them up here afterwards then?"

"Sometimes," he smirked, and you could feel how he his breathing was coming in nervous. "If they were particularly special," he held you a little tighter.

You sat in silence for a while, both of you smiling up at the stars above you, taking in the beauty of the night sky while Bucky's hand softly caressed your shoulder and upper arm.

"Alright," he said suddenly, looking at his wristwatch, "I'm afraid that's it for tonight. A gentleman always has his girl home before midnight," he winked at you and stood up from the bench, offering you his hand.

"Scared that your coach might turn into a pumpkin?" You laughed and let him help you to your feet.

"It's just proper dating etiquette. And I'm showing you what a proper date looks like, remember?" he winked at you.

"Yeah," you nodded, happy that he had decided to take you out even though you'd been hesitant to accept at first. "Of course," you smiled up at him and laced your fingers between his, feeling his pulse in the tips as he lead you back down the flight of stairs and over to his motorcycle.

"Hey, you wanna steer?" he asked suddenly while watching you strap your helmet.

"Steer? The bike?"

"Come on, it's easy," he grinned and swung his leg over the seat, scooting backwards to make room for you in front of him. "Come here," he said quietly as you slowly approached him and swung your leg over the seat as well. Bucky put his hands on your hips to keep you in place and pressed you against his warm chest, a deep flutter shooting through your limbs, fogging up your brain.

"So what you want to do," he leaned in close and almost whispered in your ear, "- is to keep one hand on the throttle at all times," he wrapped his large hand around yours on top of the right handle. "Roll it towards yourself to speed up, the other way to slow down, okay?" He waited for your confirmation before he continued, "- up here, you squeeze the lever to brake the front wheel," he stretched your right-hand fingers and pressed in on them before moving his large hand to your leg, brushing his fingers over the exposed skin at your thigh before pointing towards a pedal by your foot. "- and this one to break the back wheel," he whispered and sent shivers down your spine as he put his other hand low on the left side of your hip. "You shift gears on the clutch up here - and by using the pedal down there, but don't worry about that, I'll do that, you just concentrate on speed and steering... Okay, doll?" He whispered sensually and slowly moved both hands over your thighs, his fingers warm on your skin against the cold February air.

The words were stuck in your throat, and you couldn't move. You wanted to feel his hands on your entire body, not just on the strip of exposed skin below the hem of your dress. "Mmm-hmm," you mumbled, a flush of sensuality settling in your stomach as you took in the way his fingers felt on you.

"Alright, sweetheart," he whispered, his lips dangerously close to your ear, "when you're ready, push the ignition and slowly roll the throttle towards yourself."

You did as he said, feeling how the machine rumbled and spluttered as it came to life between your legs. Bucky had his arm draped casually across your waist and he scooted a little closer to you, making himself comfortable on the leather seat underneath the two of you as you slowly turned the right handlebar and felt how the bike immediately reacted to it and started rolling down the street.

The miles sped away underneath the black tires as you steered through Brooklyn and upstate to the Avenger's compound you both called home. The lights of the city were a blur around you, Bucky's warm breath pleasant against your neck, his lips buzzing right next to the sensitive skin.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," he mumbled in your ear while gently running his fingers over the soft fabric of your red dress, grinning against your ear every time you gave an unconscious squeeze to the throttle, coaxing more power from the rumbling machine beneath you.

Before you'd really had a chance to savour the ride back from Manhattan and Bucky's warm praises against your skin, you had parked the motorcycle in the garage, had giggled innocently in the short elevator ride to your floor, and were suddenly standing outside your bedroom door, saying good night.

"Thanks for doing this, Barnes, I had a really great time with you.”

"Me too, sweetheart," he muttered and put his head on the wall while looking at you with a soft expression, the air between you more charged than ever. "I hope it was worth sacrificing your Valentine's Day over."

You took a step closer to him and touched the hem of his jacket sleeve, "this is the best Valentine's Day I've ever had, thank you."

Bucky's eyes scanned your face briefly as a proud smile emerged on his lips. "Me too, sweetheart..." he nodded, looking as if he was having a hard time holding himself back from touching you.

"So... how does the Bucky Barnes experience usually end?" you asked quietly, looking up at his piercing eyes.

"Well," he drawled, "...there are a couple of outcomes. And they all depend on the key jangle."

"The key jangle?" you asked hesitantly and furrowed your eyebrows, suddenly nervous you were failing some sort of weird test.

"Yeah," Bucky nodded his head with a chuckle, "- you see; when you follow a woman to her door, and you stand like this," he took a step closer and pointed between the two of you, "she will always either fiddle with her keys or not depending on how eager she is to open the door. A key jangle without an invitation to come inside, means you should just thank her for tonight, turn around and go home. Key jangle and an invitation means she really wants you to come up for a nightcap. And no key jangle at all usually means she wants you to kiss her at her door."

"You can tell all that just from the keys?" you threw back your head with a laugh, taking in how he shifted his weight on his feet and ran a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, usually..." he licked his lips hesitantly, his eyes travelling down to your hands that you had buried in the pockets of your coat.

You knew what he was requesting; he wanted to see if you were fiddling your keys or not.

Slowly, you pulled both hands up from your pockets, laying them flat in front of him and turning them around, showing him your empty palms.

His eyes snapped from your hands and up to your face.

His chest was heaving slowly, his eyes darkening as the pupils slowly drowned out the blue in his irises while he looked at you. "No keys," he concluded quietly, trying hard to fight the smile that tugged on the corners of his mouth. "Fuck me," he smiled broadly, and stepped over to you, putting his calloused palm to the side of your face where he stroked his thumb over your jawline while his lips danced enticingly close to yours.

You let out a small whimper at the soft touch, reached up, and pressed your pillowy lips to his broad smile.

The kiss was short and sweet, but it didn't take Bucky two seconds before he let out a satisfied groan and pulled you closer. "Fuck, sweetheart!" he whispered with a breath heavier than ever before. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this," he growled and put his hand in the back of your neck, his lips urging you to open your mouth so he could slip his tongue past your teeth and into your wet mouth.

He gave out a sensual groan when your tongues finally found each other and happily trailed his metal fingers up your side; touching the exposed skin of your thigh, grazing over the curve of your hip, massaging your waistline through the soft fabric of your red dress.

You pulled your head slightly backwards, just enough to free your lips from his, but the quiet whimper that escaped Bucky's throat when he chased your mouth wasn't lost on you.

"You wanna..." you breathed, taking in his blushed face, his hooded eyelids, his unruly hair, "- you wanna come inside?"

He smirked proudly and leaned closer, pressing a series of soft, wet kisses to your throat that were so sensual and full of lust that this time, it was you who whimpered.

"Yeah, sweetheart," he breathed against the wet spots on your neck, "fuck I wanna come inside!" He growled and resumed his kisses to the thin skin below your ear as you desperately tried to fit your key in the lock.

His hands were snaking around your stomach, his palms pressing you closer to his pelvis, and he leaned in close and whispered in your ear. "Sweetheart, I want to take you out again..." he pulled your earlobe between your teeth.

"Buck!" You gasped when you felt his fingers graze over the skin of your inner thighs.

"Tonight wasn't play-pretend for me..." he whispered, "I want you. All of you. Not just on missions and during training sessions at the gym - all the time."

You fiddled with your keys in the lock, desperate to rip off his clothes, and finally managed to open the door to your room.

You quickly spun around in his arms and felt his large palms dip lower on your hips while he was looking at you with a slightly nervous and anticipating look.

"Okay you got me," you whispered and hooked a finger in his collar as you took a step backwards and hauled him into your room.

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oh god

this is so filthy i think i’m in love 😵‍💫 not but ughhh

“Or is it because you can’t stop staring at me, kitten?”

of course he’s insane for that

“Do you know what seeing you all flustered and shy, whenever I ask you a question in class, does to me? When you shyly stare at me while I teach thinking I don’t know what you’re doing. Do you know what all of that does to me?”

“It makes me wanna see you ruined on my cock.”

STOP THIS. IM LITERALLY THROBBING RN

“Wha… what are you doing?” You asked in a breathy voice when Bucky pulled back and spit right on your soaked folds; his saliva melding with your slick.

“I’m claiming this pussy as mine.”

holy fuck that’s the hottest thing i’ve ever read in my life 😩

teach me how to love

— soft dark! professor! bucky x innocent! reader

summary || your professor isn’t as sweet as you thought.

warnings || unprotected sex. corruption kink. innocence kink. loss of virginity. naive reader. filthy bucky. dirty talk. fingering. daddy kink. dacryphilia. fingering. petnames (kitten). age gap. orgasm control. lots of sexual tension. horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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this takes the crown for the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. I really really hope you guys love this!

You impatiently chewed your lower lip as you stood outside Mr. Barnes’ house. Your anxiety was taking its way out through the constant tap of your feet against his porch.

To distract yourself, you started looking around the brownstone house and the neighbourhood; it was posh. Soon you could hear the footsteps approaching the door and you let out a deep sigh.

You felt as if the rest of your life was going to depend on the next few moments and nothing of what would happen was in your hand. Or it probably was, but you had ruined it yourself.

You were in the final year of your college and after working hard the previous years, you had reached here. You weren’t the smartest in the bunch, but you tried your best.

But that was until you met Mr. Barnes (he’d told you to call him Bucky, but you were much too shy to do it). He was your history professor and he was a good one. But no matter how much you tried, you just couldn’t pay attention to what he was teaching.

Because you were totally captivated by him.

You saw the way his lips moved, unhearing of what he was saying and the way his veiny hand pointed towards the board but not seeing what was written on it.

You knew it was wrong, so so wrong. But you couldn’t stop it.

And all this had affected your grades, badly. Today morning, Bucky had called you in his office and asked for the reason of your falling grades.

You didn’t know what to say so you had just shut up and let him speak. He had sighed with disappointment when you didn’t answer and it made you want to cry on the spot due to his disappointment in you.

He had insisted you come visit him at his home this evening for some extra lessons and you had agreed without another word. All of these events had led you here, in front of Bucky’s house.

Your breath went out of your lungs when Bucky opened the door. He was in a simple sweatshirt and pants, unlike the buttoned up shirts and slacks you were used to seeing him in.

“Come in.” He gave you a warm smile as he invited you in. You wanted to smile back, but you were simply starstruck to do anything except follow him without questioning.

His house was decorated in warm shades and surprisingly well kept. You tried to make yourself as small as you physically could as you didn’t want to disturb anything.

You nearly squeaked when he placed his big palm on your shoulder and reassuringly rubbed it. Despite your thick sweater, the warmth of his hand seeped through and a tingle ran down your spine.

“Relax. I’m not going to eat you.” It sounded more mocking than joking, but you just blamed your nerves. Mr. Barnes was known to be a good man throughout the campus.

He sat on his beige coloured sofa and patted the place next to his. The couch was only for two people and he was seated nearly in the middle leaving very little space for you.

You squeezed your thighs together and sat so as to not occupy much space. You were almost sweating at this point and you didn’t know whether it was because of the temperature or your professor.

“Before I help you, you need to tell me what’s keeping you from studying. Is it my teaching method?…” there was just something dark in his eyes that you couldn’t put a finger on.

“No no.. you’re a very good professor.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. Bucky’s presence was a little too invading despite you being in his house. It almost felt like he was sinking his fingers deep within you without even touching.

“Then what is it?” His eyes were searching your face and you ducked your face down in the fear of him realising the truth. His blue stare was intense and unwavering and you gulped nervously.

Your throat was dry and you realised you couldn’t form words. You kept your eyes on his carpet and hoped he would just get past the topic.

But Bucky was nothing if not stubborn. He hooked his finger under your chin and lifted your face such that your eyes were looking straight into his.

“Or is it because you can’t stop staring at me, kitten?”

Your eyes widened when these words left Bucky’s lips. He knew. Of course, he knew. Suddenly, everything started falling in place, he had invited you home to tell you to pack your bags and leave the college.

But at the same time you couldn’t let go of the nickname. Kitten? Why did he call you that. And even more importantly why did that word make you skip a heart beat?

You didn’t realise you had started crying until Bucky’s hand cupped your cheek and he wiped off your tears with his thumb. You sucked in a deep breath at the gesture and gawked at him.

You couldn’t leave college. You had to graduate. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry…” you kept on repeating as you didn’t know what else you could do and your tears refused to stop.

“Shhh…. You’re thinking too much kitten.” His face was too close to yours and his warm breath was cooling off your tear tracks.

“I’m not mad at you.” His voice was firm as always but it was a few octaves lower than usual. He chuckled dryly before adding, “I would’ve told you to stop crying, but you look really pretty when you cry.”

“Wha… what?” You sniffled as you didn’t get the meaning behind Bucky’s words. He smiled in response and it felt like being stuck in some kind of a labyrinth without your knowledge.

“You have no idea how sweet you are, do you? Always so meek and docile, like a lost kitten?” His thumb still kept on rubbing your tear tracks and you inadvertently nuzzled into his hand and closed your eyes into the warmth.

“See, just like a kitten.” Your eyes flew open when you realised he had noted your neediness. “I’m sorry.. I really didn’t mean to…” He didn’t let you complete your sentence and shushed you.

His thumb travelled towards your mouth and tugged on your lower lip. He could feel your wet breaths fall on the top of his finger and he smirked, “I don’t want you to talk, kitten. I want you to listen.”

You squinted as you tried looking at his thumb on your lips and it was so distracting that it was very difficult to pay attention to what he was saying, yet you tried your best as you didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Do you know what seeing you all flustered and shy, whenever I ask you a question in class, does to me? When you shyly stare at me while I teach thinking I don’t know what you’re doing. Do you know what all of that does to me?”

His thumb was still pressing down on your lip and so, you just shook your head. A little whine left your throat when Bucky held you still and came closer until his lips were pressing to the shell of your ear.

“It makes me wanna see you ruined on my cock.”

His words made you gush between your legs and you pressed them harder together. You were trembling in your seat as he pressed a fluttering kiss to your cheek.

“Do you want that kitten? Do you want me to ruin you?” His eyes were staring right into your soul and you knew there was no point in lying.

You wanted him to eat you whole.

“Yes…” it was more of a moan than an affirmation, but it was enough for Bucky. Because the next instant, he buried his head in your neck and started worrying your skin with his teeth.

You threw your head back and Bucky’s hand tightened on your jaw to keep you there as he sunk his teeth into the delicate skin of your neck. Then he laved the marks with his wet tongue to soothe them.

His other hand travelled below the layers of your sweater and shirt and rubbed along your stomach before cupping your breasts.

His fingers pulled down the cup of your bra and started tweaking your nipple between his pointer finger and thumb.

His lips sucking your neck and his fingers pinching your nipples, were making you dizzy with pleasure and bit your lower lip hard to avoid making a sound.

Your hands tried to find purchase on the cushions of the sofa as he sucked on that special spot at the base of your neck.

You whined when he separated himself from you. His eyes were heavy lidded and you were sure yours were too. His lips were wet and swollen from all the activity he had done.

Looking at his plump lips, you wanted nothing more to kiss him. You didn’t have much experience, but you just knew Bucky would make it good for you.

“Bu… Bucky…” you shivered as his eyes trailed trailed down your neck and he smiled when he saw how beautifully he had marked you. He almost seemed proud.

He hummed and nodded for you to continue. You chewed your lip and swallowed before saying what you wanted. “Can you… Can you kiss me? Please.”

“You’re so sweet kitten. It’s like you were made just for me.” He held your face with both his hands and you closed your eyes in anticipation. But the kiss never came.

Instead, you felt him peck you on your nose. You made a sad noise in your throat and sagged with displeasure. “Do you want more?” Bucky asked and you eagerly nodded.

“What do you want kitten? You gotta use your words.” He asked. You opened your mouth and closed it again before finally finding your voice.

“Can you kiss me… on my lips?” You licked your lips for emphasis. Bucky smiled as if he just realised what you were saying though you were pretty sure he already knew.

“You need to earn it.” You blinked owlishly as you didn’t understand what he was saying. “Earn,,.. earn it?” You felt as if you were going to combust with all the adrenaline flowing within you.

“Awwww… you’re so innocent, my little kitten. You need daddy to tell you everything, don’t you?”

Daddy? It was your wildest fantasy. One that you hadn’t shared with anyone. You had found out about it while reading an erotica you shouldn’t have read.

It had stuck with you even though you didn’t read any such nasty book ever after that. And when you had seen Bucky, the first thing that had come to your mind was, daddy.

“Yesss..” you slurred and Bucky cooed at you. “Yes what?” He raised his eyebrow, like he did in class when you didn’t answer his question.

“Yes,.. Bucky.” You knew what he wanted but you were too shy to say it. Bucky inhaled deeply and his face became stoic. “I’m going to give you one more chance, and you better not mess up. What are you going to call me from now kitten?”

Tears once again collected in your eyes as you feared he’d be disappointed in you. You wanted him to be proud of you. So without wasting time, you replied. “Yes daddy!”

“Now that’s my good girl!” His smile was back and you preened under the praise. What you didn’t expect though, was for him to kiss you for real this time.

His lips were soft and they fitted just so perfectly that you knew this was meant to be. It was a sweet and gentle kiss unlike everything that had happened a few moments back.

When Bucky parted from the kiss, you blindly followed his lips for more. But he held your face in place, “You’ll get more. Be patient.”

You gasped when he pulled up your sweater along with your shirt and the cold air prickled your hot skin. His fingers unhooked your bra and he cursed excitedly under his breath when when your breasts spilled free.

“I knew you’d have such pretty tits under all those jumpers.” Your skin broke in goosebumps as he kneaded your breasts.

There was this persistent ache in your core and you started grinding down on the expensive couch to soothe it. “What are you doing?” Bucky voice took you out of your trance.

“Umm… I…” you didn’t know what to say. Bucky hand left your tits to cup your core and you whimpered. “Are you wet, kitten?”

Overcome with shame, you turned your face away from him and clenched your eyes shut. “Aww.. don’t be all shy now. Not after you were just humping my couch like a kitten in heat.”

Your body felt like it was set on fire by Bucky. It was humiliating and downright filthy; but you were loving it. You opened your eyes and looked back at Bucky.

“Is your pussy aching, kitten? Is your little hole drooling to be filled with my fat cock?” His voice was rough, almost like it was hurting to hold himself back. You went nearly cross eyed and nodded.

“You want daddy to make this ache go away?” His voice was condescending and you nearly cried out. “Yes daddy! Please.”

“You’re the cutest!” He pecked you on your lips before getting down on his knees in front of you. You stared at him with confusion as he unbuttoned your pants and pulled them down along with your panties.

But before he could see, you quickly folded your legs shut. “Really?” Bucky looked up at you exasperatedly. “You’re gonna hide yourself from your daddy?”

His fingers settled on your thighs and taking in a deep breath, you let your legs fall open. “God, that’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Bucky nearly growls.

You stare with wide eyes as Bucky licks a wide strip of your core with his hot tongue. The feeling is unlike you’ve ever felt before and your hips raise from the couch only for Bucky to push you back down.

He held your thighs tightly as he delved into your wet folds. He skilfully traced your petals with his tongue before wrapping his lips and sucking your throbbing nub.

You looked with lust filled eyes as Bucky licked up every drop you gave him. Because watching the act was just as filthy as doing it.

“Wha… what are you doing?” You asked in a breathy voice when Bucky pulled back and spit right on your soaked folds; his saliva melding with your slick.

“I’m claiming this pussy as mine.”

His blue eyes peered up at you with determination and he didn’t break the eye contact as he went back to eating you out.

Your body arched against the couch when Bucky’s thick finger entered you. “Fuck! You’re so tight.” Bucky single finger was met with resistance as he started pumping it within you.

“I’m sorry daddy.” You cried out thinking it was a bad thing. “Don’t be sorry kitten. Your cunt’s the fucking best.” You clenched around his finger at the praise.

“You’ve never had anyone in here, have you?” Bucky asked when he slipped another finger and flicked your pearl with his tongue. “N.. no.”

Your breath hitched in your throat when he curled his finger and hit something deep within you that made your toes curl with pleasure.

“That’s your spot kitten?” Bucky asked rhetorically. “You think of me when you touch yourself at night? You stuff your cunt with your fingers and imagine it as me when you cum?”

Your legs were trembling like a calf at this point and your mind was completely blank. But still you mustered your voice from somewhere and spoke, “No..”

“You’re lying to me kitten?” He started thrusting his fingers harder into you and your eyes rolled back. “No daddy… I meant I’ve never… never cum before.”

You had tried touching yourself, but somehow you never reached the peak the other girls giggled about. “I think about you,,…. But it’s never enough.”

“Fuck… you’re gonna be the death of me.” A possessive flair burnt up in Bucky knowing that he would be the first to ever make you cum.

He doubled down his efforts and tears began leaking from eyes again when you felt the coil in your stomach stretch taught enough to snap. “I… it’s…”

Words refused to form in your mind, but Bucky understood you well enough. “You’re gonna cum for me kitten? Go on, make a mess on my fingers.”

“Daddy!” You cried out his name as you came. It was super intense and you nearly squeezed Bucky’s face between your shaking thighs.

You sagged down on the couch, completely boneless, when you came down from your high. Your body was still twitching here or there and you relished in the feeling.

Bucky got up from his knees and wiped his lips from the back of his hand. He sat down right next to you and spread his legs apart.

Your eyes stuck on the tent in his pants which felt as if it was going to rip the zipper apart. “You wanna return the favour kitten? You wanna make daddy feel good?”

“Yes daddy.” You respond eagerly and copy Bucky by getting down on your knees and settle between his thighs. He unzipped his pants and pulled his achingly hard cock from the confines of his boxers.

You look up at him expectantly through your lashes. Bucky thinks he’s going to burst on the spot so he relives the tension a little by squeezing himself.

“You want my cock in my mouth?” You nod religiously but Bucky tuts you. “Say it aloud kitten, I wanna hear you.” He commands.

You on your knees, tear tracks adorning your cheeks, biting your lips while looking up at him as if you’re worshiping him was the prettiest sight Bucky had ever seen.

“I,.. I want your cock in my mouth, daddy.” Bucky grunts and holds you by your hair before tracing your lips with the head of his cock and smearing his precum all over your lips.

You keep your mouth as wide open as possible when he finally pushes his head between your lips. Inexperienced, you look up at him with doe eyes, asking for guidance.

“Do what feels natural, kitten. Don’t be shy.” You give a pert nod before experimentally licking his dripping slit with your tongue.

He closes his eyes and exhales through his mouth and you realise that he liked what you just did. So you do it again and again.

Remember the way Bucky had held himself earlier, you curl your fingers around his thick length and lightly squeeze. “Fuck! You’re a fast learner.”

Excited with the praise, you started twisting your hand while licking his head. You had only one goal in mind, you just want to make him happy.

You curled and twisted your hand around his length and at the same time, you sucked at on head. “Holy fucking shit! Kitten… Fuck!”

Bucky quickly pulled you up by your hair and you complained at the loss of his cock from your mouth. “You were gonna make me cum right down that filthy mouth of yours.”

You’re out of breath and twitching with sensations and at still, you want more. Gladly, Bucky didn’t waste any time and picked you up and made you sit on his lap.

You keep your hands on his shoulders to keep yourself from falling. Your breaths were mingling with each other as you panted wildly.

“Now you’ve earned your kiss my pretty little kitten.” You had almost forgotten about it and a huge smile graced your face. “Please daddy!” You didn’t want to wait anymore.

Bucky once again held your face reverently in his hands and locked his lips with yours. His tongue slowly made its way in your mouth and you moaned in the kiss as he explored your mouth.

You were in absolute bliss. In your entire life, you hadn’t felt this close to anyone else. And the joy of sharing this warmth was so primal and pure.

You rested your forehead on his his and he smiled with satisfaction before holding your waist tightly with one hand and lining up his cock to your drenched hole with the other hand.

Your back arched and you moaned without inhibitions when his hot length entered you. He clenched his jaw tight once he was seated in your tight heat with the effort of not coming on spot.

He didn’t move and gave you some time to get settled. But to his surprise, you started squirming on top of him. “Daddy… please!”

“God, you really are in a heat.” He spanked your ass before holding your hips still and thrusting up into you. You mewled when he began fucking up into you.

All those stories you’d heard from your friends and felt jealous, those were nothing compared to what Bucky was making you feel.

The wet squelch of your pussy as he rammed up into you was making you want to hide your face. You tucked your face in Bucky’s shoulder as he fucked you.

You squealed when he flipped you both down on the couch. One of your leg went over the back of the couch and your hands held his shoulders tightly.

“I wanted to see your face.” Bucky was grunting and moaning as his hips snapped up into yours, and you didn’t know that a sound could turn you on so much till now.

The veins in his neck were popping up and you had this sudden urge to bite it. Following your whim, you sank your teeth into his neck and he growled.

He tugged on your hair and pulled you back, only to crash his lips with yours. You kissed each other with hunger as his cock rubbed against all your right spots.

You writhed under him when you came hard. It felt like supernovas exploded under your eyelids and your body became warmer than the sun.

Your pussy clamped down on Bucky’s cock and this time, he screamed your name as he came deep within you.

You either orgasmed once again or you never stopped in the first place when felt his hot cum fill you up. You felt like you were floating on clouds and you never wanted to come down.

You were both a panting mess by the time you calmed down and you laid there on the couch without moving with your legs entwined with each other.

Bucky wiped off the sweat from your forehead and kept on pressing sweet kisses all over your face. “You were such a good girl, my sweet little kitten.”

You smiled giddily and nuzzled into Bucky. But the thought that you’d have to leave soon unsettled you and once again your eyes dampened with tears.

“Da.. Daddy?” Your voice was hesitant when you called him. “Yes?” He seemed worried seeing you cry. “I don’t… I don’t wanna go. Can I stay?” You asked sniffling.

He gave you a heartfelt warm smile and replied, “Oh kitten. Of course you can stay! You can stay for as long as you want.” Your mood changed instantly and you happily snuggled into Bucky’s embrace. Happy. Safe. Sated.

omg this was- i can’t even explain it, it was so good!!

the plot was amazing i really got invested on it, i’m gonna need more of this au 💓

bucky was so sweet and cute i love him so much!!

— Nothing Burns Like the Cold

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8.6k

Warnings: detailed descriptions of violence, some magic shit ( powers... ), sad bucky, angst, fluff, smut ( praise, fingering, some sweet sex 👁 ), mentions of scars & descriptions of injuries.

Synopsis: On a mission you are pushed to your limit, causing you to learn something about yourself you never knew. The aftermath is less than ideal, but Bucky is there every step of the way.

“We need to wrap this up. They’re going to have more agents on our ass in no time.”

Natasha’s voice crackled through the earpiece, filtered through a litter of gunshots and muffled groans. Pushing a creaky door open you pressed your finger to your ear before speaking. “My wing is clear. I’m headed back to the jet. Let me know if you need backup.” You said, cautiously making your way down the dimly lit hall.

No one was more desperate to get home than you.

This mission had gone from reconnaissance to a full-scale raid. You should've been home a week ago, and you could only imagine how worried Bucky was. The thought of going back home to him was possibly the only thing keeping you so determined. This entire facility had been a walking nightmare - just teeming with faithful Hydra agents. Twirling Bucky’s knife between your fingers you kept your senses dialed to ten - waiting for some sorry excuse of an agent to attack you. Turning the blade in your hands you felt the familiar ridges of the handle, reminding yourself of what Bucky had said.

“Bucky, I can’t take this. What if you need it?”

He pulled you towards him by the holster strapped to your thigh. Flipping the clasp up he pushed his knife into the pocket, then clicking it closed. He held onto the backs of your thighs looking up at you with a smile.

“When you come back – safe – then you give it back.”

It was a setup in all reality. Bucky knew your insatiable appetite to please everyone around you, and if all he had to do to keep you from being reckless was handing you a knife, then he’d do it every time. What had kept you from being careless was the fact you wanted to be able to return the knife, so it worked.

Shattered glass crackled beneath your boots making a screeching noise against the tile. The place was a mess. Technology from centuries ago sitting in each of the rooms you passed by, the occasional bloodied agent lying on the floor littered with stab wounds from their own comrades. On an empathetic level, you felt sorry for these people – clinging so desperately to an ancient belief. But knowing what you know – knowing what they’d done to Bucky all those years – all the sympathy and compassion you could’ve had for a human had been drained out of your body.

A set of fluorescent lights flickered, the humming sound stuttering for a moment. Reaching the end of the hall you were standing in front of a large metal door. The door was covered in runes. Lines and patterns running up and down in abstract ways, clearly meant to communicate something. Running your hand across the cool metal you immediately recognized it as tungsten – also known as you’re not getting out unless the Hulk rips the door off the hinges. Pressing your hand to your earpiece you waited for the beep, “Guys, I think I might be screwed on this one. I’ve got a door made out of solid tungsten and it’s got all kinds of runes on it. I would describe it but I might need an art history degree to even attempt it.”

Swiveling around you kept checking your surroundings, unable to let that eerie feeling go. There was a crackle on the line, “Shit. Well, head back the other way then. Seems pretty simple to me, kid.” Tony’s less than amused voice filled your ears. Looking back at the door you were struck with a morbid curiosity. If there were any agents left then they would definitely be hiding behind a door like this. It seemed obvious. Bad guys hiding behind a door made of metal that rivaled vibranium – doesn’t get more blatant than that. Looking down at your belt you grabbed one of your detonators, wondering if it would have any effect.

“Tony, give me some stats on those new detonators you gave us.” You asked, turning the device in your hands. Clicking a button sharp points curled out from the sides like spindly spider legs. Preemptively you pressed it against the metal watching the little claws sink into the metal like it was nothing. Enamored by the thing you nearly forgot to listen to Tony as he spoke. “No way. Not now. We’re finished. No more blowing stuff up.” His instruction was in vain because you weren’t listening anyway. Tapping on the little control pad you set it to blow. Running back down the hall you sniffled dramatically and worked up the saddest persona you could.

“Guys, I just want you to know I love you so much. Nat, I’m sorry for taking your laptop charger. Tony, I’m sorry for using your black card to buy a car whenever I was on that mission in Hawaii. Steve, oh my god, Steve. I’m sorry for saying bad wor-”

Your little joke was cut short by the sound of the detonator going off. The blast was a lot more destructive than you thought it would be. The force behind it was enough to knock you over, even from a distance. More glass shattered across the floor, tiny pieces embedding into your skin leaving a dull sting behind. Your earpiece made a buzzing sound before cutting off completely. Choosing not to focus on the pain in your back you stood up ready to fight whoever was beyond that door. Overhead lights swung back and forth, some of them now holding on by one wire.

Pulling your knife out you headed towards the door. Your ears were ringing, and it was hard to focus. Approaching the threshold you paused waiting for any sort of sound. Again, the ringing in your ears was too strong to focus. Stepping inside you looked around for any sign of anyone.

The room looked lived in. A pile of clothing in the corner, and a messy bed. There was a bottle of pills on the dresser simply labeled “SUPPRESSANT”. Grabbing the orange bottle you turned it back and forth watching the pills roll back and forth. You shoved the bottle into your pocket, wanting to save it for the analyst. For all, you knew it was a new drug meant to alter human DNA in some way. There were holes in the walls - walls made of tungsten with holes conveniently the size of a fist. The room was seemingly empty, but that didn’t satisfy your curiosity.

What was in here?

Who was in here?

The question felt eery, and you could feel the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention. The ringing had stopped and you were left with a sinking feeling in your chest. Anticipation for the inevitable. There was a disembodied huff above you, making you freeze in place. Suddenly, you wished you had exercised restraint moments earlier. The breathing became louder and more labored. A low humming sound followed and you felt your palms sweating. “Who’s there?” You asked blindly.

In the face of fear, years of training could fade away in an instant. You just imagined the reaction it would pull from any of your teammates. No one walks into a monster’s den and asks such a question. You weren’t a child in a terrible horror movie, so you weren’t sure why you decided to act like one. Then you began to think of a way out. Your comms were down so you had no way of asking for a plan, you needed to come up with it on your own. Naturally, fight or flight told you to run, but logically you knew you had no chance of getting away fast enough. Whatever was in there was strong, and you’d rather not tempt fate.

You could pull out a gun, blindly shoot into the darkness, and hope you hit something and the bullet wouldn’t ricochet off the metal resulting in your ultimate demise. There were no windows, you were deep underground. Your chances of making it out were growing slimmer and slimmer - and whatever you were up against hadn’t even presented itself yet. Resolve hit you like a tidal wave, and you held onto the knife a little tighter. If this was it then you were going to fight until you couldn’t anymore.

“Don’t be a bitch let’s get this over with.” You said, not knowing if the thing you were about to fight could even understand you. In a darker corner, there was a thud, like something falling. Instinctively you backed up keeping your eyes on the spot. You could barely make out a shape through the darkness. A distinctly human form but malformed by what you assumed was muscle. They moved and you listened to heavy boots against the ground, your heart pounding in your chest. As they approached you kept backing up, stumbling over the threshold.

A peal of deep laughter filled the room, echoing throughout the hall. You focused straight ahead, still trying to get a grasp of whoever this was. They stepped underneath the flickering lights and you finally could see what you were up against. Before you was a woman - one hell of a woman. She towered over you with a smug grin on her face. Her jet black hair was pulled back into a tight braid. Her black kevlar jacket had to be tailored to fit her frame and there was a plethora of ranking pins on the chest pocket. Every sort of weapon you could imagine was attached to her. An AK-47 strapped to her back, a Remington 870 across her chest, a wild assortment of knives in different pockets and straps. In every sense of the word, she was massive. Muscles bulging from beneath her clothes.

The longer you looked at her, the more faith you lost in yourself. You weren’t one to back down, but this looked like a lot more than you could handle. “You steal from me,” She said pointing to the pills in your pocket, “- and you insult me.” Stepping closer towards you it was as if her footsteps were heavy enough to shake the ground. Her face was contorting into an expression of anger but you didn’t move. If you looked confident she would be none the wiser. She went to grab you but you grabbed her wrist faster than you thought you could. Staring at your hand for a moment she tilted her head to the side, seeming surprised that you were up for the challenge.

“Let's see who the bitch is.”

In a swift motion of her arm, she pushed you forward, your back colliding with the already crumbling wall. The impact was harsh, but you were too focused to let the pain linger in your mind. She was coming at you again, her fist pulled back ready to beat you to a pulp. Ducking down you watched her fist collide with the wall exposing the support beams that were in the middle. If she would’ve hit you, you would’ve died in an instant. Her strength was altered, and you were realizing that you were up against a super-soldier.

This situation was too familiar, and it was painful. Pulling her hand back she shook off the bits of concrete that had embedded into her knuckles. You pushed yourself between her legs standing behind her and pulling her braid as hard as you could. She yanked backward letting out a cry as you dragged her to the floor. On the way down she grabbed you by your leg making you kneel beside her. Knife in your hand you pulled back ready to drag the blade across her neck. Angrily she reached out grabbing the sharp edge with her bare hands, both of you struggling for the high ground. You watched the blood trickle down her arm and across the blade. That knife was no joke. It was sharp enough to cut through bone if it was used the correct way. This chick was strong.

Moving over she kicked you square in the stomach and you crumpled beneath the pressure. She ripped the knife from your hands and with your head down you could see the blood dripping into the tiles. Again she kicked you, making you fall straight back against the floor. Putting her boot against your chest she pressed hard enough that you could feel some of your ribs cracking making it hard to breathe. One move too sharp and she could crush your chest completely. You writhed around trying to find a way out, but it just wasn’t possible. Looking up at her you watched as she examined the knife - Bucky’s knife.

“Hm. The asset never was any good on his own.”

A wave of ungodly anger tore through you. Listening to any Hydra freak refer to him as an ‘asset’ made your skin crawl in the worst way. Pushing on her foot you tried relieving some of the pressure, but it only got worse. Whimpering in pain you stilled, not wanting to face the consequences of your foolish actions. Leaning forward she pressed the sharp tip against your cheek, adding just enough pressure to break the skin. You tried to reach up and grab at her wrist but the pressure she added to your chest made you wheeze and your arms fall back. She was staring you directly in the eyes like she was looking for something.

“So much wasted potential. I see something in you. Something great if it is used to its fullest potential.” She dragged the knife down your cheek leaving a hot trail of blood behind. The feeling of it rolling down your face and towards your neck nearly made you sick. In a last-ditch effort, you grabbed onto her boot again, pushing upwards as hard as you could. “Avengers have a tendency to take from others…justify their actions.” She started, but you were in no mood for a speech on morals. You needed out, and you needed out now. Pushing harder and harder you could feel the knife digging further into your skin. The pain was searing; it was like your entire nervous system was on fire.

“Let me go.”

You weren’t pleading, you were commanding. Stopping her in the middle of her speech only seemed to make her more agitated. She pushed harder on your chest, and you weren’t sure how many ribs had cracked at that point. “You’re being rude.” She said, there was a sinister tone to her voice. Looking over at Bucky’s knife in her bloody hand made something in your change. You weren’t just angry. You were absolutely seething. She trashed your friends, your reputation, cracked your ribs, cut your skin, and slung you around like a toy.

“As I was saying, all of you are wasted talent. Geniuses, superhumans, liars, and everything in between. It’s astonishing to me how you all choose to waste the asset. Without control, he is no more useful than a stray dog. I believe with control, you would be useful as well. I hate to waste good soldiers.”

Mind in a frenzy you pushed again, much harder than you had before. She stumbled - not far - but just enough to let you move away from her. Tearing the knife from her hand you stood up striking her shoulder as hard as you could, the blade lodging into the muscle. Labored breaths left your lungs as you tried to straighten your posture despite the state of your chest. Staring at the wound she just grinned. Reaching up with her bloody hand she pulled it straight out of her skin - not even phased by the blood that sprayed out. The tile between the two of you now stained crimson. There was no fear in you anymore, just righteous anger.

The asset.

Your hands were shaking at her disregard for Bucky. Your heart was racing and there was immense pain behind your eyes. She began walking towards you again. The look in her eyes was simply manic. Everything felt cold. The temperature of the room had to drop at least ten degrees within the span of a few seconds. You were trying to ignore the sudden change, but she was closing in on you. You had no weapon, no other option, and no time. Charging towards her a visceral scream escaped your throat.

Ducking from her outstretched arm you reached out grabbing onto her arm. With your feet planted firmly on the ground, you felt a frigid surge move through your veins. It traveled from your legs right up to your hands and you watched as a dull glow emitted from the skin of your hands. Your assailant whipped her head around, staring at your hands with a truly terrifying look on her features. A pulsing feeling came from your palms and you felt just as scared as she looked.

“What the hell is this?!” She shouted, going to shake you off. Your focus went back to her. All of your energy focused on making sure she wasn’t getting away from this. In a split second, you were overwhelmed with a sense of tranquility. Watching your breath form into the cold air you felt as if your very being was flowing through your hands. Engrossed in the way her face contorted in pain you didn’t even notice the way ice began creeping up her appendage. There was a ringing in your ears so you couldn’t hear the way she was pleading. You could just see the way her eyes begged for mercy.

In a last-ditch effort, she shoved the knife into your side. The pain was almost unnoticeable. It felt like the equivalent of getting a shot. Her actions only made you angrier. Squeezing her harder you felt that same energy coming from every pore in your body. Consumed with a fury you let out a frustrated scream.

“Why won’t you give up?!”

All the power that was building within you burst through your hands and across the tile floors. The ringing in your ears stopped as you watched the woman’s body go limp, a thin icy sheen forming over her wide eyes. Ice covered every surface within your general vicinity. Everything was frozen but you. Tearing your eyes away from her body you looked down at your unbelievably stable hands. There should’ve been at least a tremor to your body, but you were calm. While your mind was racing every other part of you was still. The corridor had to be below zero, but you felt no different than you had earlier. In fact, you were sweating beneath your suit.

Reaching down you pulled the knife from your side wincing at the cool air against the wound. Kneeling in exhaustion you looked over at the woman watching for any sign of life behind her now ghostly eyes. Nothing. It was like all life had been sucked out of the hall leaving nothing but you behind. Looking down at the scarlet-stained blade you tried wiping the blood away, but the moment you tried the tips of your fingers began to glow turning the liquid into a piece of solid ice. Dropping the knife, the clatter of the metal sliding against the slick floor brought you back to reality.

Steve’s voice was getting closer. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the handle of the knife. It didn’t even concern you that your teammates were finally coming to get you. Heavy footsteps came down the hall and slowed once they reached the edge of the sheet of ice. “Dammit! What did I tell you?!” Tony’s voice shook you a little. You didn’t bother to turn around reaching out and grabbing the knife again, running your fingers across the deep engraving that read: JBB. Footsteps got closer and you were terrified to reach out - to seek any comfort. Trailing your eyes across the woman again a deep fear settled in you.

What if I hurt them?

“Hey. Come on. Buck’s waitin’ on you.” Steve’s voice got closer and closer. Finally turning your head you looked up at him, seeing the way he quivered in the cold air. You should’ve felt some comfort in his words, but you were slowly dreading your return. Steve reached out to you and you stared at his hands, almost grabbing him. Ignoring his offer you pushed yourself standing as steadily as you could. Your entire body was racked with pain. Injuries on any spot one could possibly manage. Natasha went to grab your hands and you pulled back forcefully.

“C-can I have your gloves?” You asked, hoping that none of them would ask questions. She gave a look before pulling the fabric from her hands. Avoiding any contact you took the gloves from her hands sliding them over your own. Steve shooed her off and picked you up as gently as he could. Tony used one of his scanners to assess all of your injuries. You tuned out all the noise and listened to the sound of your own pulse in your ears. None of them dared to ask you anything - your silence spoke for you. “You’re lucky we’ve got Cho with us this time. The poor woman is gonna be exhausted by the time she’s done with you.” Tony said.

Finally, in the safety of the jet, you thanked Steve for being so gentle. “Don’t sweat it. I made a promise to a dear friend of mine. Gotta keep my end of the deal.” He said, giving you that signature captain smile. As much as you wanted to smile back at him, you couldn’t. Cho came rushing towards you with an abundance of med-kits in her hands. You quietly asked her not to take your gloves off as she got to work. The request didn’t phase her as she began working on your mangled ribcage. Natasha wasn’t far off, watching you closely.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be fixed up by the time we get back to the tower. Then you and Barnes can run off and hold hands in secret.”

While that should’ve provided you with some sort of comfort, it only proved to make you dizzy. Bucky would notice if a hair was out of place, and he would definitely notice if you wouldn’t touch him - or anyone for that matter. You were already formulating plans in your head about how you could avoid him but not make him worry. The logical part of yourself knew there was no way not to worry him.

It was Bucky.

If it was possible for him to have you attached to him twenty-four-seven, he would definitely make it happen.

“I’m going to unzip your suit, okay?” Cho said, giving you a little reassurance. Nodding you stared up at the ceiling as she began to work. The painkillers kicked in, making you relax. She spent the entirety of the seven-hour flight fixing four broken ribs, closing up a four-inch-deep stab wound to your side, and a dislocated shoulder. She also made a point to tell you how bruised up you were in certain areas. You could already hear the lecture you were going to get from Bucky.

Finally arriving at the tower you reluctantly had to give Natasha her gloves back. She questioned you about it for a moment, but once you gave her a clear sign you weren’t in the mood to talk she let the subject go. Cho gave you some instructions on caring for your stitches and told you to come to her if you had any issues. There wasn’t a chance you were going to be able to get away from Bucky at any point in the day, but you were planning to make time to see Banner. If anyone could figure out something as insane as what you were dealing with, it would be him. Everyone gave you some encouragement as they walked off the jet, but you were too afraid to really leave.

If you were to hurt any of them you would never forgive yourself.

If you hurt Bucky - Oh god if you hurt Bucky.

Shaking the thought you stood up and slowly walked off the jet. Of course, once your boots hit the floor everyone turned to look at you. You felt agitation creeping up on you due to their pitiful stares. The cold feeling began aggregating in your palms again. “Where’s Bucky?” You said, digging your nails into your palm. Steve gave you a sympathetic look before pointing upwards. Walking past all of them you tried containing that odd feeling that stirred in your chest. You wanted to be confident that you could keep yourself calm, but you were starting to panic.

It only got worse whenever you finally found Bucky. As much as those blue eyes and bright smile brought you comfort, you couldn’t allow yourself to calm down completely. Pulling the knife from your holster you reached out handing it to him. Looking down at it he grimaced at the traces of blood on the side. “Sorry.” You said, absentmindedly running your hand over the cut on your face. He didn’t seem too concerned about the knife - he was more concerned about you.

“What’s wrong?” He said, gently running his hand over your arm. As prepared as you were for the long speech you weren’t prepared for the touch of his hand. Specifically so close to your own hand. Immediately you pulled away, holding your hand to your chest. You contemplated whether you should be honest or not. Would it make it better if you somehow hid this from him, or would it only make it worse. The stress of lying to him would’ve probably made your brain freeze - literally.

“Something happened to me.” You said, watching the concern fill his eyes. Bucky stood up from his seat, his knife clattering onto the floor. Just looking at him you knew that if you gave the word he’d take care of whoever had wronged you - if only it was that simple. “I can’t...explain it. Help me find Bruce, okay?” You said a little shakily. He didn’t have to say anything, he gave a firm nod before grabbing you by your arm. The worry was radiating off of him, and only adding to your distress.

-

Bucky didn’t like this.

Watching Banner stick all sorts of wires to your skin, explaining the purpose of each one. He didn’t expect your arrival to be like this. He expected the usual. You ‘sneaking’ up on him, kissing all over his face, telling him how much you missed him, and hearing your dramatic retelling of everything you’d done.

He didn’t just expect it, he looked forward to it.

The mission had gone over, he wasn’t able to talk to you, and he spent the entire time worried. Needless to say, by the end of the week, everyone was steering clear of him due to his sour mood. He was relieved for a moment when he first saw you. Yes, there was a nasty cut on your cheek, but he overlooked it. You were here, and you were alive. That’s all that mattered.

Now, he was back to worrying.

And you were right in front of him.

There was a distant look in your eyes. A look he knew all too well - he knew the feeling behind that look. Fear of the uncontrollable and panic that wouldn't reach the surface.

What made it worse was the fact he couldn’t touch you.

You wouldn’t let him.

“Can you tell me what happened?” Banner asked, sitting back in his seat. As he began typing away, Bucky kept a close eye on you, curious as to what was wrong. You shifted in your seat taking a deep breath - trying to calm yourself. You glanced over at him, and he gave you the most reassuring look he could muster. Instinctively he wanted to reach out and hold you close, but he fought the urge knowing it would only cause problems.

“If you’re not comfortable talking about it we can try and pull some footage from the base.” Banner said, looking over at you. Your leg bounced up and down and you tapped your fingers on the armrest. Bucky could tell you were struggling to keep your composure, but he wasn’t sure what he could do.

“Pull the footage. I’m not sure what happened myself.” You admitted, putting your head in your hands. While Banner started looking through files Bucky came over to you, making sure not to touch you. “Don’t stress yourself, doll.” He said. Looking up at him you nodded. For a moment you almost reached out and touched him, but you quickly pulled away. “Sorry.” You said quietly, directing your attention back to whatever Banner was doing.

Bucky’s patience was wearing thin.

He wanted to know what happened, know how to fix it, and get you back to yourself again. “Damn.” Banner said under his breath. Bucky caught it though, walking over to him. “What?” He asked, a little too urgently. Banner just pointed at the screen.

It was you against some wall of a woman. The fight was pretty intense, but you held your own. Of course you did, you’re his girl. There was quite a bit of struggle, but you caught your footing again, pulling yourself up off the floor. Clearly, you were in immense pain, but you weren’t giving up. Though something shifted in your demeanor. Your posture straightened, you reached out holding onto the woman’s arm, and it was enough to make her stop.

She struggled for a moment shoving the knife in your side. That alone looked like enough to make an normal person give up. You didn’t move though. If anything you seemed more calm than you were moments before. The footage got all fuzzy for a moment, the edges of the cameras lens becoming blurry. The woman was clearly in an immense amount of pain trying to pry your hands off of her. Something was creeping up her arm, penetrating the layers of kevlar. You said something - no, screamed something - and the woman fell over. Not exactly limp, but stiff as a board - as if she were frozen.

He could make out the shock on your face as you fell to your knees, sliding against the floor. He still didn’t have the answers he was looking for. “What the hell happened?” He asked, trying to keep his voice low as to not freak you out. Banner was just as confused, analyzing everything before him. If anyone could catch something odd it would be him.

Bucky glanced over at you, feeling more and more faithless as time went on. He hated not having the solution to your problems.

“Ice.”

Banner stood up abruptly causing his chair to fall back dramatically. You flinched at the sound giving him a look like he was insane. He went striding towards you and naturally Bucky was at your side quickly. Your breathing was a little erratic and you were trying to lean away to the both of them. “Okay okay. Hold this.” Banner grabbed a random water bottle pushing it into your hands.

Bucky thought he was just too old to understand what was happening.

You held the bottle in your hands staring back at the scientist waiting for some form of instruction. “Whatever you did back there. Do it again.” He said, clearly enamored by whatever he had seen. Bucky was feeling nervous, and really wanted to urge you just to let it go, to let him try and help you instead.

“Bruce, I don’t th-”

“Barnes, it’s alright! I just have to see something.”

You looked at the bottle and then up at Bucky. He could see the worried look in your eyes. Unable to help himself he reached out putting his hand on your face. “Don’t do something you don’t want to do.” He urged, reading that reluctant look on your face. Stubborn as ever, you shook your head looking back at the bottle.

You looked at the bottle and then up at Bucky. He could see the worried look in your eyes. Unable to help himself he reached out putting his hand on your face. “Don’t do something you don’t want to do.” He urged, reading that reluctant look on your face. Stubborn as ever, you shook your head looking back at the bottle.

"Whatever that focus was. Whenever you were holding her arm. Do that again." Banner encouraged, giving you a gentle nod. You took a breath staring at the liquid. Bucky wondered what he was supposed to be looking at, but he was in no position to question the validity of this experiment.

You shifted in your seat taking a deep breath. "Can you guys, like, back up or something? I can't focus." You asked. Bucky reluctantly stepped back and Banner backed up rather hastily.

The distance seemed to make you a little more comfortable. You closed your eyes taking in a deep breath through your nose and out through your mouth. In that brief moment the temperature of the room became significantly colder. So much so that Banner was holding onto himself trying to suppress a shiver.

Bucky was rather used to the cold, but this cold was much different. It permeated the room making his blood feel cold. You squeezed the plastic making it crinkle underneath your hand. Furrowing your eyebrows together you let out a frustrated sigh.

He wasn't sure what he was looking at, but your hand seemed to shake for a moment and there was a dull glow in your palm. Worriedly he looked over at Banner, on the verge of making you stop, but he just looked on with an amazed look in his eyes. Where your feet were planted on the ground a thin sheet of ice began to form.

Your expression changed, and you didn't seem as frustrated as you were a moment before. Bucky was worried at this point. He called out your name beginning to walk towards you. You didn't say anything your just let out a sigh and the water in the bottle froze.

Not like it had only become cold, but frozen solid. As if it had been sitting in the freezer for hours.

Banner clapped his hands together excitedly, while Bucky was slightly enamored by what he had just witnessed. Banner brushed past him almost slipping on the ice that surrounded you. Once you opened your eyes the anxiety seemed to creep back up on you. Bucky cautiously walked across the ice coming over to you, ignoring Banner's rambling.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked, gently holding your face in his hands. Despite the penetrating cold in the room a bead of sweat rolled down your face. Your skin was hot to the touch but you didn't seem like you were hurting in any way.

"I'm fine."

Finally, you smiled, but it didn't reach your eyes.

It was a slippery slope after that. Banner was running test after test and Tony had joined in at some point. Bucky didn't necessarily care about the specifics. He just wanted to know that you were okay, and from what he understood you were.

It was well into the night before you got up from that chair, peeling all the nodules off of your skin. You expressed your worry about accidentally hurting someone, and Tony explained that it was highly unlikely for you to hurt someone without the intent of doing so. From what they had gathered, it took a lot of focus in the midst of stress to even do something little. They weren't sure though, and they advised you to pay close attention to how you felt.

Bucky was tired of waiting around all day. He just wanted you to himself. It wasn't exactly his plan to spend the day of your arrival in a lab. In fact, it was quite the opposite of his plans.

He'd spent that entire week fantasizing about how he was going to show you just how much he missed you while you were away.

Instead he was walking back to your shared room - at a considerable distance - wondering if you were even in the mood to have a conversation with him.

He didn't want to stress you out, or make you feel like you were being treated like glass. So, he just waited for you. You'd quietly asked him to help you change clothes, and of course he did. The dim light of the lamp granted him a gracious sight of the different stitches that lined your ribs, and the dark bruising that decorated the expanse of your skin.

"Baby..." He sighed, lightly running his fingers against your skin. You looked back at him with sad look in your eyes. Gently he pulled one of his shirts over your head, then carefully wrapping his arms around you. You hugged him back, but he caught how you wouldn't lay your hands on him. "M'sorry, Bucky." You said, your voice breaking. Without a word he pulled you into bed slipping under the covers. Hearing you sniffle he was quick to hush you.

"Nothing to be sorry about, doll. You're just sleepy. M'not going anywhere." He said. It didn't take long for you to drift to sleep. Bucky took a bit longer to sleep. He knew this wasn’t going to be an easy adjustment.

-

He’d lost count of the amount of times you had pushed him away.

He knew it was inevitable, but he wasn’t prepared for the toll it would take on him.

“Bucky, I don’t want to hurt you.”

He’d lost count of how many times he’d heard that too. It wasn’t like he was unaware of your worries. What happened on that mission had left you very shaken. You avoided everyone, and you spent most of your day in one of those closed off labs. At night you would toss and turn, shoving your hands underneath your pillow letting out a frustrated sigh. What made it worse was the fact that you wouldn’t allow him to comfort you in any way. Truthfully, you were terrified of hurting him, and he realized that.

The distance started wearing on him. He felt more like a distant roommate rather than your boyfriend, and he didn’t like that at all. Bucky was a very touch oriented person when it came to you. After countless years of being on the receiving end of nothing but violence, he craved every loving touch you offered him. You would kiss him like your life depended on it, and everytime after he’d have to remind himself that this was his reality. You’d run your hands through his hair making him purr like a damn cat at all the attention he was receiving.

Sometimes he just wanted to be affectionate towards you. After a long day of dealing with tedious analysts you’d be all moody and he’d hold you in his arms listening to you rant until you fell asleep. He just loved you and he loved having you to himself.

Now, you wouldn’t let him within a foot of you.

You were hurting, and he understood that pain. He understood the fear of being a danger to everyone around you. He understood the fear of having no control, but he knew better now. You were the one that spent all that time assuring him that he wasn’t a threat. If you would do it for him, he’d do it for you. He wasn’t going to give up on you.

“Sweet girl…” He called out, knocking gently on the lab door. You’d been in there for awhile now, and he was becoming worried. There was no answer but he could hear you shuffling around. With a sigh he pushed the door open looking past all the tables and monitors wondering where you had hidden yourself. A faint humming came from the vents indicating the heat had kicked on.

Walking past the table he made sure to keep his steps heavy - just so you wouldn’t be startled. Pushing one of the chairs in he finally found you, sitting on the floor with your legs crossed leaning your head against the window. You hadn’t acknowledged him, but he knew you were aware of his presence.

“M’not in the mood for an argument, Bucky.”

He huffed at your stubborn nature, realizing you were more like him than he cared to admit. This was a mirrored image of the way things had been whenever the two of you had met. Him annoyed by your persistence and you completely ignoring his pushback. “Argument? Since when do we argue?” He laughed, taking a seat beside you. You didn’t look over at him, but you tucked your hands into your lap.

“I’m- I don’t know.” You sighed. Looking out the window he was still a little enamoured by the view of the city. This life was something he never even thought possible, but here he was. Sometimes he wished he could go back in time and let himself know that through all the horror he’d still end up on the other side. Not just on the other side but he’d have you too.

“I miss you.” He said plainly. The sentiment seemed to make you smile, but it was a sad one. Finally you looked over at him with your glossy eyes. “I know you don’t like hearing me say it, but I’m not worried about you hurting me - neither is anyone else.” He affirmed. Looking at him you blinked a few times before turning back towards the window. He wished he knew what you were thinking, but you were elusive as ever.

Shakily you held up your hand, not bothering to look over at him.

“I held onto her arm, and now she’s dead.” You said, closing your hand into a fist. You glanced over at him and he caught the tearful look in your eyes. There wasn’t much he could say. It was true. “Who's to say that I wouldn’t accidentally do it to you, or anyone else in this fucking building?” You said, your anxiety seeping into your tone.

Scooting closer to you he put aside his better judgement grabbing your hands. You looked at him with shock written into your expression, but you didn’t pull away. Lacing his fingers between yours he gave you the most sincere look he could muster. He was trying to make a point in the midst of his relief at finally feeling your skin against his. No one was freezing to death. The room wasn’t collapsing in on itself. Visibly you seemed to calm down, and he was becoming more and more satisfied with his patience.

“I trust you with my life, and I know you won’t hurt me.”

This was all an effort to make you trust yourself, and it seemed to be working. Finally resolve seemed to settle over you and you wrapped your arms around him. After what felt like a lifetime of not being able to touch you, he was finally holding you against him. He could smell the bit of perfume that clung to your clothes, and he’d never realized he could miss that smell until right then. “M’sorry Buck.” You whispered, placing a cool kiss against his neck.

“No no. You’re alright. Come on, I missed you, angel.”

Without much effort he pulled you and himself up off the floor. Really he couldn’t have made his way back to your room any faster. It didn’t take much to pull you out of your - no pun intended - chilly stupor. Already you were kissing all over his neck, your cold fingertips running against his skin. Just as quickly as he opened the door he kicked it closed behind him. “You’re nothing but trouble.” He laughed pushing you back onto the bed. Grabbing him by his shirt you pulled him down with you causing his balance to falter for a second. With his hands on either side of you he looked down at you with a smile, “You’re a damn work of art.”

Rolling your eyes you pulled him down into a kiss. Finally he tasted what he’d missed so much, sweet and savory all at the same time. A taste addictive enough to drive a man crazy. A new sensation was how invitingly cold your skin was. It wasn’t so cold that it was uncomfortable but just cold enough to feel nice against him. Propping himself up on his knees he made quick work of undressing you. “What’s the rush? You got something to do?” You said, clearly trying to get a rise out of him. That little smile you gave him was nothing short of mischievous.

“Don’t start with me.” He warned with a cautious smile. Pulling your sweater off he caught the way you tried putting your hand over the stretch of scarring on your ribs. Quickly he grabbed your hand pulling it away from your skin. “Not exactly pretty is it?” You joked nervously. Shaking his head he leaned down kissing your skin. “Hm, maybe not pretty but it’s definitely sexy.” He said honestly. You laughed a little, putting your hands on his shoulders.

Trailing those kisses further and further down he ran his hands down your sides resting them against your hips. Hooking his fingers underneath the fabric of your panties he pulled them off throwing them to them to the side. He paused for a moment looking back up at you, a little overwhelmed by how much love he wanted to show you.

“I love you so much.”

You smiled back at him.

“I love you Bucky.”

With a smile he put his hand between your legs, pushing his fingers through your folds. You writhed beneath him, reaching out and grabbing his wrist. “You’re so pretty, angel.” He said wistfully, ignoring the way his pants were becoming too tight. The bit of praise made you whimper, and he moved his fingers to draw slow circles into your clit. Already he could see your breathing picking up, and the slight shiver that raked through your body.

Dragging his fingers downward he eased them into you audibly groaning at how warm and wet you were. “I will never get tired of this.” He said, reveling in the soft moans that left your parted lips. Curling his fingers inside of you he watched the way you squeezed your eyes shut and tried closing your legs despite him being seated between you. Hushing you a bit he ran his hand up and down your thigh. It took a moment to calm you down, and once he did he picked up his pace again.

“Bucky- Please-”

Listening to you beg for him, and hearing the absolutely pornographic sound of how wet you were for him was driving him crazy. He could tell you were close by the way you squeezed his fingers. “Not yet, I wanna be in you.” He said, pulling away from you. “Oh my god.” You whined squeezing your thighs together. Bucky quickly pulled his shirt over his head, and kicked his pants off along with his boxers.

Wrapping his hand around his almost painful erection he took his hand - that he strategically kept your slick on - and stroked himself a few times. Leaning down he pressed his lips to yours expertly distracting you with his tongue as he slowly pushed himself into you. “Holy fuck, you’re so fuckin’ wet.” He moaned against your skin. “You’re gonna kill me, babe” You laughed shakily, sort of pushing your hips against him.

The act within itself caused him to grab you by your hips harshly. He was too worked up to do any of this slowly. Pulling you against him he felt himself seated deeply within you, your slick walls already fluttering around him. After a moment of soothing himself he started thrusting into you. “Oh, James, fuck-” A smile worked its way onto his face as he lost himself in his pleasure. The sound of your delicate whimpers and the slapping of skin had him sweating profusely. The feeling of your warm pussy wrapped around him was enough to throw him over the edge, but he wouldn’t let go before you did. “So good Bucky. ‘Love you so much.” Your words were rushed and slurred together. Groaning he reached out wrapping his arms around you, pulling you upwards so you were sitting in his lap, creating an angle that made his cock press further into you.

Wrapping your arms around him you buried your face into his neck. “You’re so good to me, angel. Can’t push me away ever again. I can’t live without you.” He moaned holding you by your waist to move you and down on his cock. Your legs twitched against his and you pulsed around him in such a way that he could feel the fuzziness on the edge of his consciousness coaxing him into a release. Your voice had been reduced to a mess of incoherent words as your nails dug into the skin of his back.

“I love you.”

His own simple admission sent him into his unraveling. The feeling of his cum shooting deep inside of you made you yelp and cling to him even tighter. Hot streaks of his release slowly began seeping out of you, and he was trying to stop the twitching in his legs. Everything was too sensitive for him to even focus, and he almost didn’t catch the way that the room had gotten significantly colder.

Not like the A/C had kicked on, but a cold that permeated the atmosphere, causing the moist edges of the windows to crystalize. It took him a moment, but then he realized what was happening. Reaching up he grabbed onto your face trying to pull you out of your daze. Saying your name a few times you finally looked at him through half lidded eyes. “M’okay. Highly intense emotions, things like that” You said simply, cracking a lazy smile. He didn’t question it, reaching over to pull the comforter around the both of you. You leaned forward kissing him gently, devolving into a bit of laughter.

“Highly intense emotions. That’s one way to put it.” He laughed, pulling you out of bed with him, shivering at the cold air. The both of you got cleaned up, and you had to take a moment to chase away those intense emotions, seemingly making the frost dissipate. Bucky brought you one of his shirts kissing you a few times before he finally pulled it over your head. He carried you back to bed, the both of you cuddling back up to each other. Running his hands along the skin of your back he sighed. He’d missed this closeness, and the feeling of having you so close. In the midst of your pillow talk there was a loud bang on your door. Bucky immediately got up ready to lay into whoever dared to interrupt his quiet evening. Swinging the door open he was met by an annoyed looking Tony.

“Tony, what the h-”

“Zip it cyborg. I don’t even want to know what you and Elsa are getting up to in there, but can you calm it down? This entire floor is below zero.”

You let out a very amused laugh, and Bucky tried keeping a straight face. “Yeah yeah. Sorry. Intense emotions, you know?” Tony made a very dramatic gagging noise before walking off. Closing the door behind he looked over at you.

“Hey, don’t look at me like that. That’s your fault.”

Shrugging he came over climbing back into bed with you. “I’ll take credit for that anyday.” He said, feigning a sense of pride. You wrapped your arms around him, placing kisses all over his face.

If an entire floor being cold meant he would have his girl, then everyone else should invest in good winter coat.

This post was taken down, and I am so upset about it. So this is a repost. I love this damn story, and fuck tumblr for taking it down...If you would reblog this it would be greatly appreciated!