Ok So I Had This Idea Of Y/n Faking An Orgasm And Vinnie Finds Out About It Later And Make Her Cum So

Ok so i had this idea of y/n faking an orgasm and vinnie finds out about it later and make her cum so many times to make sure it’s not fake and mocking her

i could never see someone faking an orgasm with him but i will add this on to the list of reqs fo sho

i’m deprived of vinnie fics and that means i’m falling out of my vinnie phase so you know what that means, time to go read @multiii-stan stuff. brb

So cute 😭

Painting his nails | Vinnie Hacker x Reader smut

Summary: Vinnie is you best friend and you paint his nails. Well it doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings: nsfw!, 18+, swearing?, smut (thigh riding, fingering, riding him) and Vinnie is hot as fuck co that’s warning as well 🙃

I’m sorry for any mistakes and I hope you’ll like it ♥️🤍

gif is not mine ♥️

You were in the middle of unloading the dishwasher because it was your turn when you heard Alex and Kouvr rushing around which made you stop and turn around to face them.

“You okay guys? What’s going on?” you asked, obviously confused because these two usually weren’t rushing anywhere.

“We are supposed to be at the airport in like thirty minutes. We thought that we are leaving later but Thomas just called from the airport asking where are we.” Kouvr explained and quickly hugged you before running away. You completely forgot about their trip. All the couples in the house and people who had significant others anywhere else were spending four days in the Bahamas. That meant that you, Michael, Calvin, Patrick and Vinnie had to stay at home or go somewhere by yourself. You didn’t mind that, at least you hoped for some time alone without being scared of your life because Alex wasn’t there to think about stupid stuff to do. Even when you already broke your hand since you came to Hype House a few months back because of jumping from the roof to mattresses, you loved all of the people living there. They were like your family and you knew that you always can rely on them.

When you finished unloading the dishwasher, you took your phone to one hand and bowl of cereal to the other and went to your room where you were planning to stay for some time, watching ‘On my block’. You were peacefully watching for like half an hour before Michael stormed to your room and hid in your closet before you could even ask him what’s going on.

“Is he here?” Vinnie ran into your room with a water gun and started to look around. You tilted your head to the side as if you didn’t know what he is talking about and he looked at you suspiciously.

“I don’t even know who is supposed to be here. You think I have some lovers here?” you asked which made Vinnie frown a little.

“Michael. And I don’t know, do you?” he asked, jealousy clearly detectable in his voice. You were best friends since you were like five years old and he always knew about people in your life and you always knew about all girls in his life. But lately, he was acting a bit strange. Normally he was happy when you started to talk to someone new or when you told him about some guy that you met.

“You jealous?” you asked provocatively, moving to lay down on your stomach, leaning your head against your hands.

“What? No, I’m not, I’m just asking,” he shrugged. His eyes were fixated on you so he didn’t even see Michael slowly opening the closet door before shooting him with the water gun. “What the hell?” Vinnie turned around and Michael started to laugh loudly, running away, again being chased by Vinnie away from the room.

“Sure, not jealous at all,” you whispered amusingly before turning around to continue watching. Michael was one of your best friends as well, always when you needed any advice, he was there for you. You loved him, he loved you but only as friends. The same love you felt towards Vinnie but in the last few months, your feelings towards him changed. You started to think about him more. About his body, his lips, how would it feel to feel them on your body, how his skin would feel on yours. You had to shake your head because simple thoughts made your breath go faster and you could have felt a little tickling in your stomach.

After a few hours, you were interrupted again when you heard Vinnie’s voice calling your name from the kitchen which wasn’t that far away so it was easy for you to hear him thanks to the opened door.

“y/n!” you sat on the bed, listening if he’s gonna tell what he wants but he was quiet.

“Yes?” he still didn’t answer, reminding you typical parents who call you and then don’t answer to make you come to them. You sighed, getting up from the bed and walked out of the room to go see what Vinnie wanted. You stopped in the entrance to a huge kitchen and leaned on the wall. “Yes? What’s up?” Vinnie was sitting on a barstool, his MacBook on the counter and as he heard your voice he turned his head on you.

“Come here,” he smiled nicely. You could have seen that he was editing his new video and thought that maybe he wanted you to watch it or help him with something.

“Yeah?” you looked into his eyes and had to smile as well. He was so beautiful and you just couldn’t not smile at him.

“Could you paint my nails?” he asked suddenly. “I can do it by myself but you can do it a lot better,” you only painted your nails or Mia’s before but how different could it be right?

“Sure, why not? What colour?” you asked and he handed you two nail polishes. Black and dark red. You loved it when he had these dark colours.

“Guys left to get some food,” he informed you as you went to get a bottle of juice from a fridge. When you came back to Vinnie he moved his laptop away, leaving it to play music and moved a bit further on his bar stool. It was that comfortable type that looked like a tall armchair.

“Should I sit on your lap?” you asked and Vinnie nodded, letting you sit on his legs. He hugged you with one of his arms around your waist and the other hand he put in front of you so you could start. You were wearing only black short and a white tank top under which you didn’t have a bra.

“You sitting comfortably?” he asked, resting his head on your back causing goosebump all over your body.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you said, opening nail polish and slowly started to paint his nails. His hands were a lot bigger than yours even when you weren’t that smaller than him and you just loved playing with his rings for example when you were watching movies together. When you painted the first layer, you took Vinnie’s hand and blew a few times so it would dry quicker and then moved a little on Vinnie’s lap so now you were sitting on his left thigh. You could have heard Vinnie’s breath and something that sounded like a moan but you thought he was humming the song which was just playing from his laptop.

“I like this song,” he said all of sudden as if he was reading your mind about him humming. It was The Balloons by City Morgue, a song that you were listening to a lot lately so you were happy that he liked it as well. As you smiled you could hear another really short moan and at that moment you realised what was happening. Your ass was pressed against Vinnie’s thighs and you could have felt his hardening cock against you. You started to breathe quickly and the well-known feeling in your stomach appeared. You were sitting on his thigh and you could have felt how you got more wet just by that so you moved. You pushed your hips a little bit to the front, which made you moan a little as well.

“Oh god,” you whispered, Vinnie already knowing what’s happening. Both of his hands were now around your stomach, helping you move against his thigh.

“Tell me, baby, how good does it feel to rub against my thigh?” he mumbled against your back, giving you there small kiss and moaning towards your skin.

“It feels amazing,” you managed to say, tilting your head a little bit back. It was so long since you had an orgasm and you really wished that this would let you cum but your shorts and Vinnie’s sweatpants were really getting in the way. One of Vinnie’s hands moved under your tank top, gently caressing your skin as you closed your eyes, trying to find the relief but unsuccessfully. You moved your hands on the hem of your tank top, pulling it over your head and throwing it somewhere behind you before you put one of your hands back on Vinnie’s hardness.

“y/n, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered all of sudden, moving his hands upper, touching your breast, your nipples between his fingers and his lips sucked on your neck, making you go insane. His and your moaning started to get a bit louder, mixing both of your voices in one.

“Vinnie I need you,” you whined, turning your head at him, your faces just a few millimetres away from each other.

“You have no idea how much I need you,” finally your lips connected. Vinnie picked you up as he stood up and sat you down on the kitchen counter, never separating your lips. Your hands curled in his hair which he had longer than usual because you told him not to cut it a few days ago and his lips moved to your neck from where he started to make his way lower on your body. You could have felt his tongue on your nipples, how he was spoiling you with his touch and couldn’t hold a quiet moan coming from your lips. “Come here,” he whispered all of sudden, lifted you, holding you under your ass on your thighs so you automatically wrapped your legs around his waist completely ignoring where he was taking you. His lips were still on yours, kissing you passionately, getting the taste of each other. Vinnie was walking for a few seconds before he sat into an armchair, still holding you close helping you to grind on him. You looked into Vinnie’s eyes as you separated your lips and could see how he was watching you with a little smirk on his face. It was hard to believe that you were really doing this even when you imagined it multiple times already. You gasped as his one hand traced your thighs further up, his cold rings causing you to shiver all over your body and as he reached your sweet spot after moving your shorts to the side, he started to gently rub your clit. You exhaled, your breath shaky as your eyes rolled back, moan escaping your lips. You weren’t a virgin for a few months already but since that no-one touched you so this was really a lot to handle. You were sensitive and Vinnie knew it just by how you were moaning.

“What would you like me to do baby?” he whispered, giving you a wet kiss on your collar bone. You had to hold onto his shoulders before telling, well moaning exactly what you want him to do.

“Your fingers, just touch me,” you whispered, your lips shaking. His fingers pressed on your clit and you could have felt how he started moving his fingers a little faster and a bit harder than before. That touch was making you wetter than before if it was even possible and you felt Vinnie’s finger sliding a line up your slit. Your nails dug into his shoulder as you moved your hips against his fingers.

“I can’t believe this is really happening.” Vinnie moaned to your lips unbelievably, slipping his two fingers inside you, making your eyes shut again as you clenched around his fingers. You could have felt your climax coming quickly, Vinnie knew that you’ll cum soon and moved his thumb on your clit, circling on it, making you whine loudly. “Cum on my fingers baby,” it was his voice and one look into his eyes that made you cum undone over his fingers with his name on your lips. As you come down slowly, your breath fast and your eyes still shut, you move your hands on Vinnie’s sweatpants. He was in love with the look on your face while you cum, he wanted to remember it forever.

“Do you want me to give you a blowjob? I can try,” you asked shyly as if just a few seconds before his fingers weren’t inside of you. You’ve never given a blowjob to any boy and were a bit scared to do it but you wanted to do something for Vinnie as well. He put one of his hands on your cheek, pulling you closer to connect your lips in a quick kiss.

“I would love that but not now, I would cum immediately,” the thought about you, kneeling in front of him was making him even harder and he was aware that just one touch of your mouth around him would make him cum. “I would love to get into you,” he looked into your eyes unsure if you wanted to have full sex with him and when you quickly nodded his eyes darkened and on his face was again smirk. You kissed his lips before moving your hands on the hem of his sweatpants again, he helped you shove them lower, halfway down his thighs and your attention turned to his very obvious bulge in his boxers. You licked your lips, slowly pulling the black fabric of his CK boxers down to expose his aching cock which made you moan again. He moaned so deliciously when you touched him, and moved his hands on your waist so he could lift you a little before slowly entering you. You were sitting on him astride so you could have chosen how fast you want him to get into you. Moaning loudly each others name you felt how he fully entered you and waited a few seconds to let you get used to him. You needed him to wait for a little because honestly he was big and it was a long time since you slept with a guy. When you started to move on him, you kissed Vinnie on his lips again to stop yourself from moaning too loud although you were home alone together and his hands wrapped around your waist.

“This feels so good,” you were moving fast and Vinnie’s hips were pounding against yours which made you almost cry from the pleasure. He started to pound into you even faster, leaning his face into space between your shoulder and neck, sucking your skin there, making there few love marks, completely ignoring the fact that everyone could see them later. You both were hot, not only from the temperature in the big room but mainly from how heated was that situation and how much you wanted each other. “Oh god, Vinnie,” you whined, feeling your walls clenching around Vinnie’s cock because of that known feeling. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

“Look at me y/n,” his voice was deep as he moved one of his hands on your neck, making you look at him. You opened your eyes, leaning your forehead against his, keeping your gaze on him. As your climax washed over your body you clenched around Vinnie and arched your back. Vinnie stayed in you for another few moments, leaving you to calm down, kissing your neck, before he started to move again against you, wanting to cum. It was faster, not so gentle as before but you didn’t mind it, you wanted him to cum because of you. You knew when he was really close because of his louder moans and faster breathing, he was holding you close to him while he cum and you moaned just because of the feeling again.

“That was amazing,” you whispered into his hair as he was trying to calm his breath down, still cuddling close to you. It took both of you a few more minutes before you moved. Vinnie gently kissing your lips as he helped you clean and stand up and giving you his shirt that he took off.

“I wanted this to happen for so long,” he admitted, pulling his boxers and sweatpants back up. You raised your eyebrows a little, surprisingly looking into his eyes as you rushed your hand through your hair so it wouldn’t look that much as if you just had sex. Vinnie saw the surprised face and nervously smiled. “I had a crush on you since Halloween.”

“Shut up, I had a crush on you since Thanksgiving,” you laughed, letting Vinnie pulled you closer to him, kissing you again. “Come on, I’m gonna finish painting your nails,” a smile spread on your face before you took Vinnie’s hand, leading him back to the kitchen where he said on the barstool and you sat on his lap again. Vinnie was giving you small kisses on your back and neck during the time you were painting his nails and he was thinking about how he’s gonna invite you for a real date and how you gonna be together, how he’s gonna tell you that he loves you. He believed that you gonna be the most powerful couple in Hype House and maybe on the whole TikTok because his love for you was real and he knew that you felt the same.

okay so....i’ve been scared to write about this particular person because i don’t know a lot about them(i just got into them a bit ago), & i’ve not delved into mcu as much as i’ve liked to in my life....so please don’t cut my head off if i make some simple mistakes, but here’s my first Bucky Barnes fic, and i hope you enjoy

Growing Love- B. B.

a/n- i’m so scared to post this🥲 also this is really fucking long omfg & i didn’t wanna do full blown smut for the first fic of him lol-

Warnings n stuff: slight smut/description of smut- ya know the 18+ stuff, age gap but reader is of age ofc!!, fluff i guess lol, bucky being a bit soft

You’ve *almost* always avoided Bucky as much as possible ever since you joined the Avengers. You two did have a few interactions/conversations within the first few weeks you joined here, but then that all stopped shortly after. He seemed to want nothing to do with you, but you wanted almost everything to do with him. So of course the reason as to why you two stopped having short conversations and interactions, was not at all why you thought it was. You just had noticed his small change of demeanor when you would come up to talk to him by the fourth week and he’d act like he’d want to walk away. He seemed slightly bored of your conversation, or so you originally thought. It saddened you a bit, thinking that he wants nothing to do with you, but the crew had told you ‘he’s always been like that due to everything that’s happened to him in the past, don’t take it to heart’. You somehow shrugged it off, hoping it wasn’t something you had said or done to cause him to stray away from you. Or so you thought.

On the other hand, Bucky was kind of.....not necessarily intimidated by you, but nervous around you. He’d feel his mouth go dry and he felt like he couldn’t speak around you or to you. No matter how hard he would try, he just couldn’t bring himself to continue being around you. He didn’t want to fall for you and end up hurting himself, or worse....hurt you. You couldn’t sense it even if you wanted to, but you should have sensed his darting eyes every time you talked somewhere near him, or when one of your friends asked him to go grab you, he’d be such a mess. He hated being alone with you after those first few weeks, seeing as he was developing some sort of feelings. Something he’d not felt in a while, something that scared him. But you still wouldn’t notice, you were, and are, oblivious. You did, however, sense the pair of eyes boring holes into the back of your skull during every meeting. You couldn’t quite figure out why though. Bucky would try to get close to you, just to see if he could manage to muster the courage up to start a conversation again....but it almost never worked, because of himself and his thoughts; and you. Because he thought you might hate him. And on your end, you didn’t want to make him even more uncomfortable than he already was to begin with. So you didn’t bug him with your presence, unless it was necessary, anymore after he stopped making effort.

You’ve been a part of the Avengers for a little over three years now, and things are still remotely the same between you two somehow. You’ve had a couple of short n sweet conversations with the man, but nothing to the extreme. You’ve also been on a few missions together, but nothing too harsh. You over heard Cap talking to him the other day, something about pushing him a bit more to talk to you. You found it a bit strange, but shrugged it off. Maybe Cap is tired of seeing you two be so distance with each other. After all, it has been three years and you’re still not sure on where you stand in your friendship. That’s what you keep thinking, and part of it is true. Part of it is Steve trying to get you two comfortable enough to go on missions with one another, without fucking them up. Last time, a bullet nearly hit you in the head because you were too worried about where Bucky was, what he was doing, was he okay, why did he keep looking at you the way that he did. But you shouldn’t have been too worried, he is a super soldier after all. That all caused a bullet to nearly strike you straight in the temple. Luckily, you caught it just in time with your telekinetic abilities. You were embarrassed, but it scared most of your teammates(friends) half to death. But the other half of Steve’s reasoning is because he sees how Bucky gets around you....Steve knows.

You’re close with pretty much all of the rest of the team, seeing as most of them mainly and mostly treat you like a younger sibling. They go to extreme heights to care about you and for you. Every time you’re hurt, one of them tends to it like it’ll be the last time they ever see you again. Over exaggerating much? But you love it nonetheless, and wouldn’t trade it, nor them, for anything.

Today is just another normal day to you. Well, you do have the day off, Cap’s orders, and probably a week or two more after today. You went on a pretty hefty mission late last night and nearly got ‘kidnapped’. Thanks to Bucky, he saved your ass and got you back ‘home’. You didn’t escape with zero injuries though, and they weren’t minor injuries either. But nearly getting kidnapped wasn’t entirely your fault. No, it wasn’t your fault at all that you ended up with a knife in your abdomen, ‘nearly bleeding out’ as Nat had called it....and maybe she was right? Anyways, so that’s why you’re sitting out on any; and all; of the exciting things today. Laying in your bed, mindlessly staring out of the huge window, you can’t help but to think about all the things possibly going on outside of your room that you could be missing out on within the tower. The conversations, the missions, the jokes....anything and everything.

You sigh heavily, knowing you want to get up but also knowing that there’s no use in it because what can you actually do? The rest of the team, everyone besides Tony and maybe Peter, Peter would probably try and get you back to your room but fail miserably, would walk you back to your room. Especially Steve and Nat. It’s honestly a kind of groggy day out, one filled with rain showers, cloudy skies, such weather that you honestly really love but know you’d have to hear everyone else complain about if you were out n about. Your attention adverts from the window where you had been staring for the past couple of minutes, over to your bedroom door that’s opened up to your living room. A knock sounded just a couple of seconds ago from your main door to your room.

You huff, realizing that you do now need to get up, and you manage to place your phone down, then hobble up. Your stomach aching with a sharp pain as you do. The worst thing about getting hurt is that you don’t have any super healing abilities. You heal decently fast, but you’re not like some of your avenger friends. You wish you so desperately were so you could be back out there kicking ass, but you just aren’t and you feel like shit for it....it’s not even your fault though.

As you are hobbling over to the door, another few knocks are landed at the wooden surface. “Yeah i’m coming, just a sec.” You reply to the three knocks this time, and then reach for the silver knob that’s cold against the palm of your hand, seeing as its not been touched since early this morning. You twist it and open it up to reveal Bucky. Bucky?

“What’s....up?” You question as you fold your arms over your chest. You’re kind of confused as to why he’s standing at your door right now, considering that there is probably way more important things rather than him talking to you, going on within the huge building. And because he doesn’t just show up at your door randomly. “Just wanted to uh, check up on you.” A small smile forms on your lips and you nod, “Yeah, i’m doing good. But uh.....isn’t there more important things going on rather than checking up on me right now?” You soon realize that it came out a little harsh, which you didn’t intend whatsoever, and his facial expression changes.

You shut your eyes and hold up your hand as if to stop him from leaving, but he wasn’t even going anywhere to begin with. “I’m sorry, that was rude. I- I didn’t mean to sound so bitchy.” You open your eyes and then step back a bit opening the door a bit more, “If you have time you can come in?” You’re hoping this might be the start to a good friendship if he accepts the offer, or maybe, if he has something else to do, he’ll just tell you that and not sugar coat things. “Yeah, of course.” Bucky then steps in and a small smile appears on his lips. Maybe this is a start to some type of friendship....?

~

Three months later, and things have definitely progressed between the two of you. You hang out almost every day you can get the slightest chance and you’ve gone on more missions together than you can count two times over on your fingers. Currently, you’re both sitting on the couch. Bucky is watching some movie you absolutely hate and you’re scrolling on your phone. “Anything else on tv besides this shitty movie?” You ask, some sort of a small smirk on your lips knowing by the scoff he lets out, that he’s going to give you some remark as he usually does. “Well i can only assume that your phone is way more important than i am considering your head is constantly in it, so why does it bug you?” I whip my head up to look at him and his eyes are still fixated on the tv screen as he watches the movie. My mouth drops and i cut my phone off, then setting it beside me on the small table where we’re sitting. “Is not! But it bugs me because i can still hear it. Plus, all the oldies, which includes you....” he eyes you as you pause your words for a second to see his small reaction, “.....always say the “younger generation” stays on their phone too much, so really what else do you expect from me Buck?” A bigger smirk pulls on your lips as you wait for his answer. “You’re calling me old?” “I mean....you technically are Buck.” You shrug your shoulders a bit and he lets out a chuckle with the shake of his head. You can’t help but to feel this weird sensation in your chest as you watch his lips curl into that gorgeous smile. “I’ll try and find something else to watch, doll.” You catch the last word of his sentence, the familiar name he’s called you now for a little over a month rings through your ears. A warm sensation travels through your body and you can’t help but to feel your cheeks heat up. You watch Bucky quickly pick up the remote of the tv, and begin to look through the guide.

You notice, after a few seconds too long of you staring at him, that he’s found a show for the two of you to watch. You quickly advert your gaze over to the tv and begin to watch the show. Somehow at some point, Bucky’s left arm has swung over the back of the couch, his metal hand nearly touching you. It’s not that you mind, you obviously don’t mind at all, but he’s also been more affectionate with you lately. You can’t help but to have your feelings grow even more for him these past three months, but the past two weeks or so?? They’ve soared due to his extreme show of affection. You’re happy, ecstatic actually, that he’s gotten so close with you. You’re not exactly sure what, or maybe who, pried him into talking to you, but you’re thankful. Maybe it was Steve? Maybe that one day you heard him talking to Bucky about things wasn’t the only day he had bugged him. It was Steve, for a fact....it had been. Either way, to your little known knowledge about it all, you were completely happy about the continuously forming friendship between you both.

Well....maybe not exactly ‘friendship’? Bucky knows how he feels. He wishes he could spit the words out or maybe write them down for you....but he just can’t. He’s tried and he can’t. You on the other hand, have tried as well. You don’t want to ruin what’s become of a wonderful bond between the two of you, and who could really blame you? Buck is a hard person to get through to, and you’re extremely lucky, you feel, to have gotten this far into your friendship. So you two sit in each other’s presence everyday, one nor the other not speaking a damn word about the clear and evident elephant within the room; unbeknownst to you two, but not to your friends.

~

Two weeks have flown by, but today you’ve not seen Bucky at all unlike your other usual days. “I’m a bit....worried?” You tell Nat, well not really tell her, more like a questioning sentence more for yourself because you’re not exactly sure if you’re worried. “Why so?” “I’ve not seen him at all today. I know he’s around, but is he starting to avoid me again?” Concern fills your voice, because let’s admit it: you’ve grown extremely attached to Bucky. Why would he just give up on the two of you now? Why would he back out again? Why would he stray away, and push you away.....again?

‘No, it can’t be that right?’ is what you think to yourself, and you’re right. He’s not backing out or staying away again. In fact, he’s sitting up in his room pondering as to how he’s going to admit his feelings to you.....today. He’s ready to and he thinks he can finally go through with it. If he can kick bad guys asses, why can’t he tell you he likes you? Easy right?

You walk back to your room within the tower, still no sign of Bucky. Well that is until you open your room door and there he is, sitting on your couch his head in his hands. “Bucky, how’d you even get in?” You ask him right before you shut your door back. His head whips up to look at you, and you’re now walking over to him. “Door was unlocked, doll. Need to be a little more wary of that.” You chuckle a bit before moving over to sit on the other end of the couch but only a little ways from him. “I was wondering where you’ve been all day, Buck.” You admit to him with a sigh. That voice in your head repeatedly thanking whoever is listening, for him showing up in your room. That he’s not straying away from you.

“Well, here i am.” He lets out a nervous chuckle and things go pretty silent between the two of you for a minute or so. It’s not too much of an awkward silence, it’s pretty bearable but then you start to speak at the same time, causing the both of you to mutter a “no you first”. Then you both chuckle out of straight nerves. You don’t know why you are nervous, but something about today and right now is different. “No seriously you go first. I want to hear what you have to say.” You tell him, turning your body so your legs are on the couch under you, so you can look at him. You give him your full attention and wait as he finds his words. “I think....no, i know that over these past few months, i’ve grown to like you even more. I did before then but i just couldn’t find it in me to get too close to such a perfect person. I’m still afraid i might ruin you, but i can’t keep it down anymore.” Bucky openly admits and even though he pretty much just hinted at him liking you, you still find it within your mind to assume he only means as friends. “Keep what down exactly?” Your brows furrow as you look at the man in front of you on your couch. His head not even looking your way, his eyes glued to the dark, hardwood floor where he stares down at it. You’ve never really seen him act this nervous, but you’re oblivious because he has. “My feelings for you. It’s been so long since i’ve felt something like this and.....it scares me.” Bucky whispers the last part, but you can’t help to feel your heart ache a bit at his last words. As if the ‘perfect person’ thing wasn’t enough to get you head over heels, you’re surely falling even more for him now. “I feel the same way Bucky.” You slowly and gently place your hand on his left forearm and his head finally turns to you. “You mean i’ve practiced this shit over and over again and it would’ve been this easy?” He says in a relieved tone with a laugh at the end. He’s slightly mad at himself for holding off for so long, but he’s fucking glad that you feel the same. You finally nod at him with a big smile on your face, slightly laughing yourself. “I’m one hell of an idiot.” He mutters as he shakes his head. Your eyes meet and you feel this overwhelming sensation flood through you. You’ve never felt it before but you’re sure it’s a good thing. “So before i overwhelm myself here....would you maybe want to go out for dinner sometime?” The blue eyes you’ve managed to get embedded into your brain stare right at you, waiting for your answer. You can’t help but to feel flushed a bit, but heated at the same time. Bucky asking you out on a date? Him admitting his feelings to you? This is all good news yet you’re so....anxious. “Yes, i’d love to.”

~

“I’m telling you, you look great. You always look great!” Natasha says from beside you as you look in the long body mirror that hangs in your bedroom. It’s been about a week and a half since Bucky asked you out and you two have just now had the bit of free time to go out somewhere for the night. “Yeah i know but, what if the lipstick is a bit too much?” You chuckle at her and she lightly slaps your arm, “Shut up.” Nat just rolls her eyes at you, knowing that you’ll be and do perfectly fine.

Once you both hear a knock on your door, you begin to get frantic. “I’ll go get it while you finish the final touches.” Nat lays a reassuring hand on your shoulder, giving it a pat before she walks away to go open the main door. You breathe in and out trying to maintain your composure. It’s Bucky, you’ve been around him a lot, right? It’s not some stranger whom you don’t know anything about. It’ll all be fine.

You hear Nat greet Bucky in as you look over yourself once more in the mirror. You fix your hair a bit more and make sure your make up is perfect before smoothing out your black dress. “Okay, it’s fine. Everything will go perfectly fine.” You say to yourself before walking away from the mirror. The clicking of your heels can be heard from the other two within your room as you walk towards them. Bucky himself is feeling a bit nervous, seeing as it’s been quite awhile since he’s taken someone out for dinner. He hopes he can make it a nice night and he won’t fuck things up. So many negative thoughts are running through his mind, not about you, but about how the night could go completely. What if he says something wrong to you that he doesn’t intentionally mean to? What if he spills something on your clothes? What if he trips and makes a fool out of himself? He’s never felt this nervous, or it’s been a while since he has, and it’s killing him. He just hopes you genuinely like him as much as he genuinely likes you. He knows he already spilled his feelings out to you, but he could’ve went all in on it. Telling you how he really feels, but he didn’t and he couldn’t. Couldn’t bring himself to do it, yet again. He just wants you to have a nice night though. He doesn’t want you to have to worry about anything, like work you know? He wants you to enjoy yourself.....and you will.

~

By the end of the night, the two of you have grown even closer. Dinner was amazing, long conversations bloomed, and nothing went wrong. You haven’t felt this exhilarate in a while and you’re happy Bucky made the night great.

As you two walk back to your room within the tower, hand in hand, it’s quiet. Everyone must either be asleep or in their rooms tucked away doing something. Considering it is almost 11pm, you assume only one or the other. Once you both reach your room, you open the door and turn on a light. You notice Bucky not following you in and frown at him a bit, “You can come in Buck.” Your frown changes to a smile, reassuring him that it’s okay. “I just don’t want to over stay my visit.” “You could never, come in.” You place your purse and phone down on the kitchen counter and then hear him close the door. You slip your heels off by the door then grab his hand, leading him over to the couch of your living room. You both sit down and he pulls you into him, his body radiating off warmth and a sense of comfort that you’ve come to grow attached to, especially tonight. The many hugs and arm over the shoulders he did as you walked or were seated beside him sent butterflies straight to your tummy. You almost thought you’d stopped breathing at one point the first time he did so. The smell of his cologne that you have embedded in your senses fills your mind and makes it hazy. You can’t seem to want to depart from this man, ever.

Your hand lays palm-flat on his clothed chest as the two of you sit in a comfortable silence. Your blinds are still open from earlier in the day and the moon light shines through, but only a bit. His left hand, metal hand, rubs your side and brings you closer into him and you gladly oblige. His right hand cups the side of your face which makes you look up at home for the first time since you both have sat down. His blue eyes catch your breath in your throat as you try to find something to maybe say to him, but you can’t seem to. His eyes then flicker from your eyes to your lips, over again and you get the message.

You lean in and press your lips to his, immediate satisfaction rushes through the both of you. His left hand grips your waist harder, making sure not to hurt you while his right hand continues to be placed on your cheek. The kiss is passionate, not rough or messy, it’s just very loving. You can’t help but to sit up further to get closer to him and you feel his lips against yours, curl into a smile which causes you to as well. Once you both pull away, slightly breathless, his nose rubs over yours and you swear you fall a bit harder if that’s even possible. “You’re absolutely breathtaking.” Bucky manages to mumble out as his eyes bore into yours. You feel your cheeks heat up, still not used to his compliments, and you bite your bottom lip. “So are you Buck, can’t seem to want to depart from you tonight.” You openly admit to the man who’s holding onto you tightly. “Then don’t, doll.” He mumbles in response and you smile.

Somehow, you both end up in your bed, lips sloppily pressing against each other’s. Hands roaming each other’s bodies. Hot and excited clearly to the both of your knowledge. His lips soon travel down to your neck and he bites down causing a tiny moan to leave your lips. Bucky’s hands run up under the silk material of your dress and over your warm, bare thighs. The cold metal of his left hand makes you shiver but you’d be lying if you said you hate it; you enjoy it. Your hands find his hair and lightly pull as his teeth and lips attack your neck repeatedly leaving marks for the others to see tomorrow and tease the two of you about. Your eyes are closed, head back on your bed. The arousal in between your legs worsens as his hands travel higher towards the lace waistband of your panties. Your small whimpers spur him on, telling him, letting him know that you want and need more from him than just these simple touches. His face moves back up to yours and he presses his lips to yours once more as he slips his fingers under the waistband of your panties. He lingers his touch for a few seconds, waiting for your approval, and as on queue, you help him slip them off of you. His lips then leave yours as he travels down your body, lifting your dress up so his face is placed right in front of your pussy. Glistening and waiting for him to do something about it. And he will, he’ll more than gladly take care of your little problem.

The night that’s shared between you two is one of remembrance. Neither one of you will be able to let it go, and why would you? The traces of his finger tips on your skin; you can feel the cool metal of his arm as if it’s burned into the front of your brain. His lips and the way he slowly kissed every inch of your skin. The mumbled compliments, mumbled commands, mumbled praises. His moans, and the way his hands gripped at your hips as he fucked into you. You feel like you can still feel the weight of his fingers gripping at your hip bones, but you’re sure it’s just the bruises that are forming causing you to feel that way. You can still feel his stubble rubbing your thighs as his head is buried in between your legs. You’re sure you’re not going to get him out of your head any time soon....if ever. Bucky also thinks the same. He can’t seem to get your moans and whimpers, praises for him, out of his head. The way you taste, the way you shiver under his touch. It was and is all perfect, including you. The way you lay in his tight embrace right now, his hands rubbing along your back. His cheek pressed against your head as yours rests on his chest. He’s never felt so good, things have never felt so....right for him. You can hear the beating of his heart and you smile, thinking about your previous moments. Skin on skin contact from earlier still remains and you can’t seem to wipe this stupid smile off of your face. Your index finger draws small shapes of various kinds, some that don’t even make a bit of sense, onto his hot skin. Bucky, who lays underneath you, can’t help but to feel at ease for the first time in a while.

~

You two wake up the next morning, the sheets lightly draping your naked figures. Sun poking in through the blinds that are half open; it warming up your skin just enough to wake you both. Bucky’s fingers run lightly up your warm, nude back and your lips press onto the side of his neck giving him a kiss. “Morning, doll.” He speaks, his voice rough and full of sleep, but in a good way. You smile, your lips curling up into a huge one, as you tilt your head to look at him. “Morning, Buck.” Your voice, too, full of sleep. It’s still ever so gentle though and that’s a thing he loves about you. You’re oh-so gentle.

You both know you need to get up before one of your friends comes knocking or busting into your room, then they’d catch you both naked in bed. That’s something you don’t want to have to deal with today....or any other day if you’re both being honest. You let out a small sigh, you’re content right now and you really don’t want to budge but you know you need to. You have to. “We need to get up i guess....” Your voice trails off as you adjust yourself a bit on top of him. Bucky chuckles, but he’s not ready to let go of you yet. He wants to make a protest, maybe asking you if the two of you can shower together and then eat breakfast....and yeah after last night that shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is to him. You feel his hands slowly stop rubbing your back and then you look up at him again. “What’s wrong?” Your voice small, Bucky feeling as if your voice is somehow caressing his skin when you speak. “Just kinda don’t want to get up.” He huffs out and you nod, “Same, maybe we can take a shower though? If you want?” You suggest, hoping that’ll help both of you out of the comfy bed you’re currently residing in. As if you read his mind, Bucky nods with that grin that makes your heart flutter, “Yeah, and breakfast after?” You smile then press a kiss to his jaw that’s covered in stubble, “Yes, i think that sounds nice.”

oh yeah....i updated kidnapped btw

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