#bucky barnes x reader dancing | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

wintersoldiersoul · 7 months

Text

Twisted

Synopsis: You're a dancer and you get injured

Word count: 1,270

You watched yourself in the mirror in front of you, stretching your arm higher to make the perfect line. Carefully, you went up onto pointe, the pain immediately shooting through your ankle. You were no stranger to dancing with an injury. Being a professional ballerina, there was rarely a time that you weren’t injured. But it was different recovering from a broken ankle than a sprain. You had been out of commission for months. Technically, you shouldn’t even be attempting to go back on pointe yet but it was October and that meant Nutcracker season.

Months of daily rehearsals and performances. You were determined to get at least a soloist role this year. It was your third year in the company and you were tired of being stuck in the corps-de-ballet. No. Not anymore. This year would be your year. Even with an injury.

You pushed through the pain, drilling in the solo that you would be performing for your audition the next day. When you finally took a break and checked your phone, you realized it had been 2 hours. You had 5 missed texts and two missed calls from Bucky. He knew exactly where you were. And he knew it was a place you shouldn’t be without being fully recovered.

Bucky: Baby you’re gonna make it worse.

Bucky: Come on, doll I don’t want to see you get hurt again.

Bucky: Please my love, just come home.

Bucky: I know you can do whatever you want, but you know this isn’t smart.

Bucky: I’m coming to get you. You’ve been there for too long already.

The last text had been sent 20 minutes ago. You knew Bucky would arrive at the studio any minute.

You didn’t let that stop you, though, as you clicked play on the music and ran through the solo two more times. You were about to start a third time when you heard the studio door open. Bucky walked towards you.

“Buck, you can’t have shoes in the studio!” You exclaimed.

“And you can’t be dancing on a broken ankle.” He fired back. You pushed some stray hairs out of your face and behind your ears. You looked like a mess after dancing for so long.

“I’m fine, okay? I feel fine.” You gritted your teeth and cursed as you took a step towards him.

“Yeah, babe. You seem really fine.” He wasn’t mad at you, just worried. He knew that you were smart and capable of making your own decisions but he had also been dating you long enough to know that ballet dancers don’t listen to logic. Or doctors. Especially during the most important time of the season.

You looked into his eyes. They were pleading with you to stop, to just let him take you home. But you still hadn’t fully nailed the Fouette turns at the end of the variation. You just needed a little bit more time.

“One more run through. And then you can take me home, okay?”

Bucky wanted to fight you on it, but he knew there was no point. “Okay. One more time. That’s it. After that, I’m throwing you over my shoulder to take you out of here if I have to.”

“You can sit in here but just don’t distract me, okay?”

He walked over to the corner and sat down. Bucky loved watching you dance. You were so light on your feet, making each step look so easy. He loved how happy and free you looked. But right now, he was terrified that something was going to go wrong. As much as he loved watching you dance, he hated seeing you injured which was pretty much always.

You clicked play on the music and began the variation. The pain in your ankle was excruciating, causing each subtle movement to send a shooting pain that reverberated through your entire leg.

You made it through about half of the turns at the end when everything came crumbling down. Your bad ankle, the one you were turning on, gave out and rolled over itself. You let out a scream of agony as you fell to the ground, causing Bucky to run over to you.

“Oh my god, Y/N.”

You couldn’t say anything in response. The pain was so bad that you just screamed and cried as he scooped you up in his arms.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby. Let’s get you home and get that ankle elevated with some ice, okay?”

You nodded. “Sh-shoes. N-need to get out of the pointe shoes.” The tight boxes surrounding your feet weren’t helping the pain.

“Okay baby, I’ll help you take them off.” He untied the one on your good ankle and reached for the other one. Even the slightest touch caused you to cry in agony. “I know baby, I’m sorry. But you’re right, you do need to get out of these shoes.” Without the constriction of the ribbons and elastic, you could see how truly swollen your ankle was. Bucky didn’t even bother trying to get you into your sneakers, knowing he was going to carry you to the car anyway.

You cried the whole way home, half from the pain, and half from knowing that you would be completely out of dancing for months.

Bucky carried you into the house and carefully set you on the couch. He carefully helped you change out of your dancewear, audibly gasping when he took off your tights, revealing the true state of your ankle. It was twice the size of the other one, littered with black, blue, and purple.

“Oh babe…” Bucky sighed. He too knew that you’d be out for a while. That you’d have to go months without doing the thing that made you the happiest.

He carried you back to the couch, settling your foot onto a pillow to keep it elevated. He got an ice pack from the freezer and set it around your ankle, trying to be as gentle as possible. Once it was settled, he snuck his body behind yours, letting your back fall against his chest. Your crying had subsided a bit, but you still were sniffling as smaller waves of tears rolled down your cheeks.

“You were right. I should have just listened to you. Oh god, I’m so stupid!”

Bucky stroked your hair lovingly. “Hey, stop it. You’re not stupid. You’re determined. You’re passionate. You’re so incredibly strong and resilient. That’s why you were in that studio, okay? Because you have such an amazing work ethic and drive. Not because you’re stupid.”

You sniffled again. “I’m gonna be out for a while.”

“I know baby, I know,” he said, sadly. He felt just as awful about it as you did. “But it’s gonna be okay. You are so talented. You’re such a beautiful dancer and you have a natural gift. Take the time to let this heal now so that you can be even stronger next year.”

You let your body fully relax against him and he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

“Get some rest, my love. It’s gonna be okay. I’m gonna make sure you get through this. And I’ll help you with physical therapy. And I’ll wait on you hand and foot, alright? Don’t worry about a thing.”

“I love you so much, Bucky.” You whispered, as you began to lose the fight against the exhaustion that was overtaking your body.

“I love you, too, Y/N. Just rest right now. It’s all gonna be okay.”

You felt him kiss your head softly before you let the sea of sleep overtake you.

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #ballet #ballet imagine #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes imagine #james buchanan barnes #james bucky barnes #marvel imagine #dance imagine #bucky x y/n #bucky x reader

102 notes · View notes

onceuponastory · 2 years

Text

chemistry - bucky barnes x reader

The way you move is so dramatic I think I might make you a habit - higher by michael bublé

Plot: Trying to help get her out of the rut she’s been in since her breakup, Y/N’s best friend decides to sign her up for a dance class. There, she meets the passionate and incredibly attractive teacher, Bucky Barnes. Pairing: Dance Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: A tiny mention of being in a rut after a breakup, and of Rumlow being a handsy creep. Also, some slightly possessive Bucky Barnes. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is another one of those AU ideas I have at 1am when I’m meant to be sleeping because I have work that day. ANYWAY, here we are. Sorry if my description of dancing isn’t the best, it’s been ages since I danced. I recommend you listen to Higher, because it partly inspired this fic. Also, dance teacher Bucky specifically looks him in Civil War cause he’s hot, and I said so.

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Shifting uncomfortably in her position, Y/N glances around the room. A few weeks ago, Y/N’s boyfriend of a few years broke up with her, sending her into a rut she couldn’t climb out of. That was, however, until Y/N’s best friend told her she had an idea to get her out of this rut. Y/N thought she meant joining a dating app or introducing her to a friend. Turns out she was dead wrong: her best friend signed up for a new dance class. And a dance class is the last thing she wants to do. Who else would want to be seen in public after spending the past few weeks crying and eating ice cream? But her best friend combined with alcohol can be very persuasive. “Just go for one week. If you hate it, you never have to go again.” She had told her. And so, here she is. In all honesty, Y/N is already regretting agreeing to come here. She keeps a watchful eye on the exit so she can slip out when needed. She glances around the room. Everyone else seems so confident, making her feel even more out of her depth. This definitely was a bad idea. Yet, just before she leaves the room,

“Hello everyone.” A voice calls, Y/N turns, and immediately finds herself staring at one of the most gorgeous men she’s ever seen in her life. The man scans the room, his blue eyes looking over everyone. When his eyes reach Y/N, her breath hitches in her throat, all thoughts of her ex gone. Fuck, he’s gorgeous. She can’t leave now. “My name is Bucky, and I’m your dance teacher. I’ve been dancing for almost a decade now, and I’m here because I want to show everyone just how intense and rewarding dance can be.” As Bucky explains how much he loves dancing, Y/N stares at him, looking over every part of him. Huge muscles strain through his red shirt, and his brunette hair is pulled into a man bun, a few loose tendrils falling around his face. Maybe coming here wasn’t such a bad idea after all. “Now, there are plenty of reasons why you may be here in my class. For example, you may want to try something new, or sharpen your skills.” He looks around the room once more, staring at everyone. In return, everyone keeps their gaze on him, his presence commanding. That, and he’s handsome as fuck. “Or perhaps you just want to meet people, and find a connection.” Bucky states, his eyes falling on her once more, almost as if he can smell the loneliness and heartbreak dripping off of her. Immediately, Y/N blushes, and the edge of Bucky’s lips twitch into a little smirk, almost as if he’s enjoying this. “So I want to start with a little ice breaker. Just introduce yourself and tell us why you’re here.” Oh shit.

Bucky goes around the room, calling on each person to introduce themselves. He leaves Y/N til last, dragging out her discomfort even further. With her heart pounding, Bucky soon reaches her. “And you are?” He grins. Y/N can already tell he’s enjoying this. Fucker. Stupid, sexy fucker.

“Um, I’m Y/N. And I’m here to….” As her voice trails off, Bucky’s eyebrow raises ever so slightly. There’s no way she can admit her heartbreak in front of everyone, especially not her attractive dance teacher. “Just meet new people.” She finishes, and Bucky nods. Yet, he still keeps his eyes on her, giving her a knowing look, one that tells her he knows there’s more than she’s letting on. Thankfully, though, he doesn’t press her any more.

“Okay, everyone. Let’s get started by getting into pairs.” As soon as she’s sure that Bucky’s gaze is off her, Y/N breathes a sigh of relief.

This is going to be interesting.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Despite her original awkwardness and unwillingness, Y/N keeps returning to the dance class every week. Part of it is because it is actually fun, and almost all of her class seem really nice. But it’s mostly to see the dance teacher whose captivating gaze has been on her mind ever since she first saw him. And it seems she’s been on his mind, too. Each week, she notices him staring at her, a small smirk on his face. Despite how much she likes having the attention of her attractive teacher, and how good it makes it feel, deep down, it still does little to quell her feelings of self consciousness. Especially since Bucky refuses to speak to her, either about why she is so enticing to him, or even a simple hello. He’s also refused to pick her as his partner for a demonstration in front of the class, like he's done with almost everyone else. Of course, she’s glad she’s not had the possibility to embarrass herself in front of all her classmates, but Bucky’s lack of acknowledgement is driving her crazy. Of course, she knows she could just talk to him, but she’s still far too nervous to even approach him, let alone talk to him.

So every week she comes back, hoping to find a reason why she and Bucky seem to have such a connection with each other. One week, after the group finishes up a waltz, Bucky claps his hands together, signifying an announcement.

“Chemistry is something that’s incredibly important in dancing. If you dance with a stranger, you have to make it believable to the audience. Make them think you have known each other for months, years.” Bucky explains. Y/N raises a brow, wondering where he’s going with this. His next words make her wish she hadn’t asked. “So, for this next dance, I want you to pick a new partner, someone you aren’t as close to. Let’s see how believable you are.” As her classmates disperse and try to find someone new, Y/N gulps. Nobody seems to be heading her way. She throws a quick glance at Bucky, hoping he can help, but he’s preoccupied with sorting the music for this routine.

“Guess we’re partners, then.” A voice sounds. The voice belonging to Brock Rumlow. Shit. Brock is one of the few men in the class. That isn’t the issue, though. The issue is that he’s an unpleasant dickhead, and from what she’s heard, far too handsy, even when he’s told to stop. And now, she has to pretend to have a connection to him.

“Guess so!” She laughs awkwardly, trying not to grimace as Brock takes her hand in his, wrapping his other around her waist. God, hopefully this is over soon.

“Are we ready?” Bucky’s voice sounds as he turns back around. “Excellent. Well done, everyone.” He grins, his eyes scanning over the couples. When his gaze reaches Y/N and Brock, his smile immediately falters, and his blue eyes darken. “Right. We’ll start off with a waltz, just to see how you get on.” Bucky’s voice sounds dead, as if his happiness is gone in the blink of an eye. Y/N frowns. What the hell is going on?

However, she has little time to think about it before the music starts, and Brock pulls her closer. Right away, she can smell notes of alcohol on his breath, so strong and sudden it almost makes her gag. As they dance to the music, Y/N tries her best to act like she wants to be there, even though she can already feel Brock’s hands wandering lower. She tries to move his hands, but he suddenly twirls her, spinning her far too fast and suddenly for the speed of the dance. As she spins, she catches Bucky’s gaze. For a moment, everything seems to go in slow motion as their eyes meet. He’s standing with his hands in his pockets, his jaw clenched as he watches Y/N and Brock dance. The whole spin, Bucky keeps his gaze fixed on her. Y/N feels her cheeks heating up. As the dance continues, she sees him staring at them again, looking even more pissed off. Just them. Nobody else. Bucky’s glare makes Y/N feel embarrassed all over again. They must really be terrible if he’s glaring at them like that. Deep down though, she still can’t deny how that look makes her entire body shiver.

Thankfully, the dance ends soon after, and the group takes a moment to catch their breaths. Footsteps sound, and Bucky walks up to Y/N and Brock. “Well done, well done. Now, Mr Rumlow, and…Miss Y/L/N, is it?” Bucky asks, coming to stand by them. Immediately, a shit-eating grin spreads on Brock’s face, whilst Y/N swears her heart almost stops. She’s never been this close to Bucky before. Close enough to see every freckle and beauty mark dotting his face, and the few grey hairs in his stubble.

“Yes sir. We were good, weren’t we?” Brock grins, straightening his posture. Bucky chuckles.

“Well, Y/N was.” Brock’s face falls, and Y/N’s mouth drops open. If it wasn’t her in this situation, she would laugh. “She perfectly achieved what I was looking for.”

“W-What?” Brock splutters. Y/N is too surprised to even speak.

“Yes.” Bucky nods, developing a grin of his own. “If it’s alright, I’d like to borrow her for this next dance, just to show everyone how it’s done.” He turns to her, his blue eyes falling on her once more. He smiles, one that she swears makes her knees go weak. “So.” His voice speaks, low, husky, and inviting. Immediately, she’s mesmerised. “Y/N, would you like to be my partner?” He asks, beckoning her closer. Y/N nods with a gulp, already embarrassed as she feels everyone’s gaze on her. But she only focuses on Bucky. He takes her hand in his, sending sparks throughout her entire body. He leads her away from Brock and into the centre of the dance floor. “Music please.” The intro to a song begins to play, one Y/N recognises immediately, and it does little to quell her nerves. This isn’t a waltz. It’s a tango, a dance they haven’t done in a while, and definitely something she wasn’t prepared for. Before she can even say something, Bucky pulls her closer, wrapping his arm around her waist. Her sudden proximity to him makes her gasp as the scent of his aftershave enters her nostrils, and Bucky smirks. “It’s alright. Just do what I do.” He whispers. “Ready?” He asks, and she nods.

As the song kicks in, Bucky and Y/N dance together, their bodies connected as they move in time to the music. The feeling of Bucky’s touch against her skin, and feeling the fabric of his shirt between her fingers makes her entire body tingle. Still though, she keeps focused on the dance, despite how being in such close proximity to Bucky is making her brain go haywire. As the song continues, Y/N feels more comfortable in his grasp, like this is where she’s meant to be. She also feels herself becoming more confident. So much so, in fact, that she even throws in a few of her own moves and footwork, ones that Bucky matches effortlessly. “Oh. I see.” He whispers when she’s back in his arms, keeping his gaze trained on her with a smirk, one that Y/N returns. “Try this then.” Without another word, Bucky dips her, making her gasp. She doesn't have time to react before Bucky twirls her. He lets go as she spins, the skirt of her dress spinning out around her. Before she stops, he takes her into his arms once more, wrapping them around her waist to steady her.

As the song ends, the pair are still wrapped in each other's embrace. As she feels the warmth of Bucky’s body against hers, Y/N matches his breathing, cooling herself down. Although her heart rate still feels like it’s about a million miles a minute. And this time, she knows it’s not just because of the dancing. Bucky spins her around to face him. Y/N looks up, seeing some loose tendrils of Bucky’s hair falling around his face. She lifts her hands, ready to tuck them behind his ears. It’s only when she hears applause that Y/N remembers where she is, and that they’re not alone. Her hands drop. For a moment, Bucky looks disappointed that they’re not alone either. But he quickly fixes a smile onto his face. “Well done.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The rest of the class passes by in a blur, Y/N too preoccupied with the intensity and chemistry of her dance with Bucky to focus on anything else. Later that night, Y/N waits outside for her best friend to pick her up. She’s been caught in traffic for the past fifteen minutes, but promises she’s on her way. Y/N sighs, pulling her jacket closer around her as the chilly autumn wind blows. Hopefully her friend gets here soon. While Y/N waits, she tries her best to think of a way to possibly explain what happened tonight, but she can’t put it into words. All she can say is she never wants to dance with anyone else ever again. She still remembers the sensation of Bucky’s body pressed up against hers, and it’s making her just as breathless and giddy as it did earlier on.

“Y/N.” A familiar voice speaks, and Y/N gasps. Bucky. Maybe being delayed isn’t so bad after all. She turns to wave at him, although she’s still unsure of how to even look at him after their passionate dance earlier.

“Hi Bucky.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here after class ended. Do you need a ride somewhere?” He offers, gesturing to a sleek BMW parked only a few feet away. Bucky’s choice of cars is little of a surprise to Y/N. Judging by the scent of his cologne, he definitely has a lot of money. Y/N has never wished that she didn’t have a ride more than she does in that moment.

“No, it’s okay. My friend is on her way to get me. Thanks though.” Once more, Bucky looks disappointed, but nods regardless.

“By the way, good job tonight. I know I said it already, but you’re a really talented dancer, and I think you’ll go far. I’ll see you next week, alright?” As Bucky turns to leave, Y/N realises she might never have an opportunity like this again: to ask him alone how he really feels about her.

“Bucky? Can I ask you something?”

“Of course. What is it?” He smiles, the same smile that makes her knees go weak.

“Why did you choose me to dance with you today? You’ve never danced with me before.” Bucky chuckles. He steps closer, and Y/N’s breath hitches in her throat.

“Well, it was on chemistry, wasn’t it? So I had to choose someone I have chemistry with, and who I knew could match the intensity, both of me and the dance. You were a perfect fit.” Y/N can already feel herself falling deeper in love with him, as if their dance tonight didn’t already do that. “And of course, you were having a tough time with Brock.” He explains. Y/N remembers Bucky’s hard, pointed stare in Brock’s direction. At first, she thought it was just because they were terrible. Now, though, she sees it in a new light. Was he…jealous?

“Thanks.” Bucky nods. Yet, he doesn’t leave, and keeps staring at her.

“May I ask you a question now?” Y/N nods. “Why did you come to my class?” Immediately, Y/N is cast back to the very first time she and Bucky met, with her standing and watching him as he rattled off explanations for people’s attendance, looking at her when he mentioned finding connections. If only she knew just how deep this connection would go.

“Well, my boyfriend dumped me, so my best friend suggested I come and try something new to get over the heartbreak, and maybe meet someone new.” She just didn’t expect to meet someone like Bucky. Upon the mention of her ex, Bucky tuts.

“I see. If I may, that ex of yours is a total fucking idiot for dumping someone like you.” The sound of the usually dignified Bucky swearing is unfamiliar, especially when it comes to her. Yet Bucky’s protectiveness over her makes her stomach flutter. “In a strange way, though, I’m glad. Because it brought you to me.” Y/N feels her stomach fluttering even more, and she mumbles another thank you. Y/N and Bucky stand together for a while longer, staring into each other’s eyes, neither saying anything. “Y/N?” Bucky asks, breaking the silence.

“Mhm?” He steps closer, tilting his head slightly. Almost as if he’s about to kiss her. Y/N glances at his lips.

“Would you like to-” But the sound of an approaching engine cuts Bucky off. Y/N huffs. Of course her friend shows up now. Y/N waits to hear what Bucky will say before going. She waited long enough for her friend, so her friend can wait a few minutes for her. To her surprise though, he instead says: “No. It’s alright. You should go.”

“Wait, but-” Y/N gasps, trying desperately to get Bucky to stay with her, or to at least finish his sentence. He looks over at her once more, and for a moment, he hesitates.

“No, it doesn’t matter.” He mumbles. “I’ll see you in class next week, okay?” He smiles.

And then, he’s gone.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Don’t worry, I don’t think this is the last you’ve seen of dance teacher Bucky ;)

Please follow @onceuponastory-library and turn on notifications to be notified when I next post!

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader #dance teacher!bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x Female Reader

420 notes · View notes

themorningsunshine · 1 year

Text

Dancing in the rain

This is for @traitorjoelite ‘s #sweet as sugar challenge.. I chose to write ‘friends to lovers’ in the marvel universe.

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x f!reader

Word count - 1.4k

Warnings - None :)

"And then he turned back into himself and went, "AAHHH!!! It's me! And then stabbed Thor". Bucky couldn't help but smile as you giggled after telling him your favorite Loki prank, of how Loki had once turned himself into a snake and stabbed Thor when they were mere kids. He would have commented on how Loki -like that was but right now, he couldn't care less.

He just looked at you, telling him a story to cheer him up with your hands moving for emphasis and he couldn't care less about the story. As a small smile crept across his lips, he realized he could listen to you talk about the weather and would still be enthralled.

He had had a bad day. They happened more often than not to him, honestly. He could get frustrated at the smallest of things these days. The coffee might be too sweet. The roads are too loud. The weather is too humid. Anything.

But today, it was much worse. He had his court-mandated therapy session today and it was exhausting. He rarely ever answered Dr. Raynor's questions but she was coming up with new ways to get him to talk. He knew she was just doing her job, but it annoyed him to no end.

When he walked out of her office, pissed and feeling like he was about to close up on himself, he called the one person he knew would help him feel better, you. He would have been more than happy to just talk to you over the phone but you told him you were just in the neighborhood and that he should meet you in the nearby coffee shop. He didn't have to be told twice.

The waiter's voice brings Bucky back to reality and he realizes it's time to leave. He might not have noticed, but a couple of hours had already passed.

The both of you start walking towards the gate of the cafe as you lean in towards him to whisper, "Buck, you wanna talk about it now?"

Bucky just shakes his head. He hadn't told you before because he badly needed anything to distract him, and you understood. You always did.

This time, he just smiles at you. He is feeling much better now. He would even go as far as calling himself happy or at least content.

When the both of you walk out of the door, the smell and the winds hit you before you hear the pitter-patter of rain. It was raining, heavily and it looked like it had been for an hour.

Bucky looks at you when he is about to call a cab but he can't get himself to speak. You have taken a small step in the rain and with your face towards the rain, you have closed your eyes as the raindrops touch your features gently.

As a few of the raindrops slide through your face towards your shoulder blades, Bucky feels an unreasonable pang of jealousy towards the rain. How it could caress you so gently without the fear of hurting you in the slightest. Oh, what he would give to be able to do that.

As if your feet had a mind of their own, you took a step further and were now, drenching in rain. But you couldn't care any less. The rain had always provided you with ecstasy. It was your escape from reality, where you could just close your eyes for a moment and pretend like the rest of the world didn't matter.

Bucky watched as you stepped into the rain and with a small smile on your face, spread your hands. Your feet started to move and before you knew it, you were dancing in the rain.

You were whirling and leaping like you weighed no more than a sprite. Your fingers slice through the rain and spend a spray of water for you to dance through in the next second.

And Bucky could swear he had never seen anything so beautiful in his whole life. Completely forgetting about the cab or heading home, he just stared as you whirled through the rain. He was sure he had forgotten to breathe too.

After what felt like an eternity or could just be mere seconds, you slowly opened your eyes to be met by the blue ones you had become so familiar with. You widened your smile and Bucky could swear he saw a mischievous glint in your eyes.

You walk towards him, your smile unflattening. Bucky narrows his eyes at you but can't help but smile back.

"Dance with me?" You whisper to him as you bring your hand forward.

Bucky shakes his head, "Doll, That's - " All his excuses die on his tongue when he looks into your eyes. With the rain still falling on your face, and the slight light of the street light brightening your features, Bucky realizes you didn't just look beautiful, you looked ethereal. How could he ever say no to you?

He puts his hand in yours and your smile widens even more. For a moment, Bucky wonders if you can feel the sudden warmth that engulfed his heart because of the touch too.

You bring his hands towards you, exposing him to the rain too. But Bucky realizes he doesn't mind the wettiness of the rain, or the smell or the winds, or even the people hurrying to protect themselves from the rain. All of that didn't trouble him anymore as the only thing he could focus all his senses on was you and the way you were looking at him.

You bring one of his hands to your waist as he hesitantly touches you and holds the other firmly in yours. Bucky gets a sense of deja vu as he remembers taking girls out for dancing back in the 40s. Steve told him he used to be a ladies' man back in the day. But he knows it's nothing like now. None of the girls were as beautiful as you. He didn't feel as strongly for anyone as he does for you.

He hesitates for a second, realizing he doesn't really know the steps. A lot of things had changed since the 40s. Who knows how much dance had changed too?

But when you smile at him, he realizes it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter that he doesn't know the steps. It doesn't matter that he doesn't remember the last time he had done this or the fact that the both of you were drenching in rain in the middle of the road, most probably about to make fool of yourselves. The only thing that mattered was that you were here, smiling at him, looking at him as if he had hung the stars. And he realizes that this is all he will ever need. You are everything he'll ever need.

The both of you start swaying a little. None of you notice that there is no music to guide your steps, you just let each other guide you through.

With your hands in his, all you see is the blue of his orbs and it's like drowning in an ocean except the difference is, you let yourself drown in them because it feels like if you fall deep enough, you'll reach home.

The rain, the cafe, the people, everything dissolve until it was just the two of you.

Bucky's eyes follow the path of a raindrop as it falls from your head, through your stained cheeks, and to the softness of your lips. His eyes linger there for a moment longer and he hopes you don't notice. But you do.

You rise on your tip toes until your eyes level with his and lean in. You stop just as your lips are about to touch his and look up at him, giving him the chance to pull away. Instead, he leans in until your lips meet.

It is the softest and the most gentle of kisses. And even though the both of you are drenching in rain, you are surrounded by a warmth none of you has ever felt before.

Bucky used to hate the rain. But if they mean he could always be this close to you, dancing through the rains as if the demons of the world didn't matter, maybe he could learn to tolerate them. Because you will always be his anchor in the storm.

226 notes · View notes

buckgasms · 2 years

Text

Cry to Me

This came from beautiful @volklana and my desperate need to live a Dirty Dancing fantasy. Also this is hopefully just different enough that I won't get sued 🤣 Enjoy!!

Warnings - Dirty Dancing, first time sex, reader gets a slap and Bucky steps in 🫶🏻

-----------------------💃----------------------

"You need to relax"

Bucky whispered in your ear as he swayed his hips against yours, hands gripping your waist as you both danced to the music.

It was easy for him to say. It wasn't often you found yourself ass to crotch with a gorgeous dance instructor who made your body do things you'd never known it could.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, loosening your muscles and pressing into him, making him hum with approval. His arms wrapped around yours before spinning you away from his body, then pulling you back until you were face to face. You were panting despite barely moving and Bucky grinned before letting go of your hands and moving over to the record player. "You're coming along nicely" he said as you stood awkwardly in the middle of the dance studio. Although you felt embarrassed in his arms, you hated being out of them.

"Uh thanks" you muttered after a moment and made a move to gather your belongings. "See you tomorrow" you said before hurrying out of the door, missing Bucky's grin and wave as you did.

--------------------💃-----------------

You hadn't expected much from your summer vacation. You might have hoped for romance but you certainly didn't bet any money on it. But all that changed on your second week.

You had seen there were private dance classes and begged your father to pay for lessons, as you had loved dancing since you were little. He had finally relented seeing how gloomy you became and agreed to pay for three lessons a week for six weeks.

Your shock was evident when you arrived for your class and saw nothing less than a god waiting for you. All the confidence you had fizzled away when he touched you, and despite your natural skill, he made you feel like Bambi learning to walk most of the time.

Today he sat back and watched you practice by yourself, which allowed you to demonstrate some of your skill and he seemed genuinely impressed. "Nice work doll, I knew there was a dancer in there somewhere..." You gave a smile as he readjusted your posture and allowed you to continue.

You watched him in the mirror and blushed when you realised he was looking at your ass. It was a bit of a heady rush knowing this hot guy was checking you out. When the music scratched to a halt you came out of position and huffed at him.

"Y'know, it seems a bit pointless learning all these moves and not being able to actually dance anywhere. Can't really pull these moves with the geriatrics" you posed and took a sip of water while he eyed you up. He approached you with his usual confident swagger and peered down at you. "I know somewhere you can test out your moves, but you can't go running to Daddy, ok Doll? Gotta keep it a secret."

-------------------------💃------------------

It was 9pm and you were waiting on the little bridge where Bucky had told you to wait. You'd told your parents that you'd made some friends with a group of girls and would be spending some time with them. Your father was pleased as it meant he could keep playing cards all night long and your mother barely protested, knowing you would be out of her hair for the night.

Finally Bucky arrived and took your hand, you scolded him for keeping you waiting but he just chuckled and ran up the stairs towards a large cabin behind the main group of buildings. You could already see the dim lights and hear the modern music that Bucky had been playing for you during your classes.

Your stomach flipped and you squeezed Bucky's hand as you reached the door. As he pushed it open you gawped at what you saw. Couples dancing in a sweaty, noisy room, body's pressed against each other, writhing and thrusting with skirts being flipped, girls being spun around and so much skin on show your actually blushed.

"Not scared are ya?" He muttered in your ear, amusement dancing over his tone. You shook your head and allowed him to pull you into the mix. People whooped and cheered as he arrived, the clear golden boy, but they looked a little confused to see you. Guests weren't welcome in the staff area, but because you were with Bucky, you must be alright.

He suddenly dropped your hand as the music started and began twirling different girls around. Put out, you weaved away from him, finding yourself pulled into someone else's arms. You tried to relax and go with it, the guy seemingly impressed by your skills. The next few dances you spent with random guys, casually glancing over at Bucky who seemed similarly busy yet distracted by you.

Finally, a new song started, and he pulled you close to him, away from the other guys. "Come on then Doll, let's see what you've got..."

You felt a surge of energy. Perhaps it was the lusty dancers around you, or the way he was swaying towards you, but you wanted him. And you wanted to show him you were every bit as good as you knew you were.

You took his hand and allowed him to pull you forward, but instead of your usual fumbling, you eased into the dance swayed with him. Your hands roamed his body and your hips moved in time with his. Your heart thudded when you saw the shock on his face as you grinded against him, your confidence building as his hands pulled you closer.

"Damn you been holding out on me Dollface" he panted as he spun you around, marveling at your perfect technique and posture. You smiled and pressed yourself back up against him, gripping his shirt and brushed your nose against his. "Maybe I've finally learned to relax?" You whispered, faux innocence on your face as you pressed against him.

The music stalled and people cheered, including a few who had seen your little exchange. The music then started up again and you swayed with him, unable to leave his arms. It felt so much more natural here, like you belonged together. You swirled a little too far away and as soon as you left him, another girl was grabbing him and wrapping herself around his body, even though he was still watching you.

You moved away to grab and drink and sipped in annoyance as he started dipping her down, their hips connected as she sank backwards before snapping upwards and writhing with him. Despite him being your dance instructor, you felt furiously territorial as she smoothed her hands over him. But it was to be expected you supposed. You were a guest at the resort, you weren't supposed to even be here. So maybe you could chill? Or maybe she could twist her ankle and leave Bucky alone...

As you stewed you felt an arm curl around your waist. You snapped you head round to lock eyes with a handsome man who had his shirt half open and reeked of cologne. "Hey gorgeous... Wanna dance?" You flicked your eyes back to Bucky who was watching like a hawk. You grabbed the strangers hand and dragged him forward.

He had a lot of the same moves, but there was no chemistry. You kept looking at Bucky rather than him. You ignored his questions and when his hands roamed too far you swatted him away. Finally he gripped your chin and made you look at him. "Hey, stop fucking ignoring me little bitch... You think Bucky's interested in you? He only brought you here to show what a stupid slut you are."

His cruel words cut you so harshly that you gasped. All the confidence you felt dropped out of your stomach and crashed around your feet. You tried to pull your hand away from his but he gripped you tighter. "Get off me you pig" you shook and he chuckled. You fought him in the middle of the dancefloor until he landed a slap on your cheek which shocked some of the couple's nearby and brought the music to a halt.

In silence Bucky stalked over to your dance partner, pulling you to stand behind him. "Did you just slap her?" He seethed and the guy squared up to Bucky. "Yeah? So what? She's just some little brat who sleezed her way up here. What's the big fucking deal?"

His question was answered by Bucky's fist landing under his chin, sending him flying backwards and landing in a heap on the floor.

You were shaking when he turned and cupped your face in his warm hands. "It's ok Doll, everything is ok..." You held onto his arms and nodded, but he saw your panicked face and looked around. "You wanna get out of here sweetheart?" You nodded and let him lead you out of the cabin and into the fresh air.

The cool evening breeze brought you back to reality, the sting on your cheek and the concerned look on Bucky's face making you feel dizzy. "I... I can't go back to my parents with a swollen cheek... Is there somewhere we can go?" Bucky scowled for a moment, then nodded and lead you away from the party.

-------------------💃------------------

You followed Bucky into his private cabin, and looked at everything you could see. Clothes strewn about the place, records littered by the player and a big, unmade bed.

"Sorry about the mess" he muttered, picking up the clothes and chucking them from one pile to another. You smiled and took a seat, suddenly feeling nervous. He sat down next to you and pressed his palm against your cheek. "I'm so sorry that happened Doll...it's all my fault." You held his hand in place and smiled. "Hey, no it's not, you stood up for me... No one has ever done something like that for me. My parents just throw money at whatever comes up, they don't actually care how I feel or what I want. Tonight.... You really came through for me.... Thank you." You smiled and he blushed, clearly not expecting you to be so earnest or fragile. You grinned at him, "however, if you hadn't abandoned our dance, I never would have had to meet that jerk. Sooooo, maybe you dance with me now and we'll call it quits?"

He raised an eyebrow. "You wanna dance? Here?" You stood up and held out your hand. "Yes...and I want your best moves..." He flicked a record on and stood up to meet you, towering over you as you both quietly huffed. The electric energy pulsing through you both.

You glided your hands over his chest to rest on his shoulders and his gripped your ass as you started to sway. You let him dip you down low, your fingers brushing at his exposed chest as you rose and fell. He lifted you to rest on his hip and ground his hips, creating a delicious friction. You accidentally moaned a little and he smiled pulling you so your lips were inches away from his. You pushed at his shirt and he let you take it off. You moved around him, touching as much as you could before coming back into his arms. Wrapping his arms around you he gripped your dress and lifted it, exposing your soft skin to him. Leaning down he pressed his lips to your neck and chest as your fingers threaded through his hair.

"Been driving me wild Doll" he growled as his lips moved to meet yours. You moaned into his mouth as he kissed you, his hands were everywhere and you clung to him as he still managed to sway you to and fro while he kissed you.

Eventually he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and he carried you to his bed, trapping your body underneath his. "God you're so beautiful" he murmured, and you felt your face heat up as he stared at you. You felt him pull your underwear down and press his hard cock, which hugly exceeded what you had imagined he was hiding in those tight jeans.

You gulped a little as he dragged his length through your folds, shaking at the thought of this being your first, but desperate for him to keep going. "Bucky..." You whispered and clung to his arms, "I.....I haven't...I'm not...." You stuttered and felt tears sting your eyes at the thought of him leaving you like this. "Don't worry Doll, let me take care of you, if it hurts I'll stop ok?" You took a deep breath and nodded. He leaned down and kissed you, his fingers slipping into your folds, rubbing gently at first, then harder and faster until you were moaning into his mouth. "So sensitive aren't you pretty girl? So perfect" he growled as you whined and came around his fingers. You shivered a little as he kissed you again, "ready baby?" He whispered and you nodded as.you clung to him.

He slid into you slowly, your walls gripping at his like a vice. It was sore and you winced a little as he pushed slowly further in. "Just relax" he smiled and you couldn't resist a laugh, before encouraging him to move.

Pain slowly turned to pleasure as his thick cock brushed against your sensitive walls, you cried out and pulled him back for more kisses. Your moans filled the room, alongside the sound of panting and the soft music from the player. "Bucky I'm...I'm gonna" he panted and he nodded. "I know baby, let go for me, show me how I make you feel."

With that the pressure built to its peak and you let out a wail as you came, fingers digging into his tanned, muscled back and he groaned in your ear as he came with you.

-------------------💃------------------

You lay in his arms for the rest of the night, pressing kisses to each other, stroking skin and falling back into a steady rhythm of lovemaking that made you feel so content and safe with him. "Do you....do this alot?" You asked shyly, pressing your face into his chest. He chuckled a little and stroked your hair. "Not like this... Feels different with you..." He sounded serious and you peeked at him and he was looking at you with concern on his face. He shuffled up and pulled you close, pinching your chin between his fingers. "I don't know what's gonna happen... But this is something special.... I... I wanna take care of you." You smiled and stroked his hair and nodded leaning forward and kissing him. You didn't know what to say, it felt too good to be true but you loved the way he was looking at you and that was good enough for now.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky smut #bucky barnes smut #masterlist #dirty dancing au #bucky dirty dancing

300 notes · View notes

seashellrosekitty · 7 months

Text

The Last Dance | Chapter Six

Author’s Note: Hi there! It's been so long. This basically tops last time I took a break in writing for any of my fics. The last three years have been difficult and busy as well. Hope you'll like this. My writing has been very rusty, so I apologize for making this chapter much longer than usual and it lacks imagery too. I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it.

Plot: 1940s post-war era. Steve and Bucky are brothers and are teenagers, and they never served in the army because they were too young to join during the war. You find out you’re pregnant with Steve’s baby. Both Steve’s and your parents arrange for you and Steve to get married, but Steve declines. Ultimately, his father offers his other son, James (later known as Bucky), to marry you in Steve’s place.

Word Count: 4.7k (It's long, I know 😅)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader (eventually), Natasha Romanov x surprise pairing

Warnings: 18+ Content! Teenage pregnancy, arranged marriage, religious theme, sexist theme, fluff, smut (of course), angst, Steve being a cold jerk, characters coming from the comics (i.e. Bucky’s family), MCU characters appearing in this era (i.e. Bruce is your younger brother and some others who will appear in the next chapters).

Read in AO3

Chapter Five - The City (Part One)

Chapter Title: The City (Part Two)

Days and weeks passed by and you and James have been preoccupied with your jobs.

Your boss, Nicholas Fury, was considerate enough to give you day shifts. You get to arrive home 45 minutes after five - giving you enough time to prepare dinner. Your days at work usually had you glued in your seat beside other women who did the same thing as you - manning the lines and transferring calls from one end to another. Sometimes though, you would be tasked to do secretarial duties - typing documents for Mr. Fury and Mr. Rumlow. Other times, you were sent to deliver the same documents between floors and offices. Their older secretaries weren’t always bothered delivering documents from floor to floor. It was a good break from your routine, so you didn’t mind at all. That gave you more opportunities to get to know your bosses, in a way.

Speaking of which, lately, you have been around your bosses and the people they surround themselves with. You were tasked to take down notes about their meetings and then later sum it up to aid the reports that your bosses write down. It was a good shift from answering phone calls, but sometimes, you wondered why didn’t the older ladies get the additional secretarial job. But you began to understand, and maybe suspect that earning favor from the bosses, especially Mr. Rumlow, wasn’t exactly like you initially thought it was. At home, you began receiving bouquets almost every night; and it’s not like you had a secret admirer. The card always said that the flowers were from “Brock,” as if you were even on a first-name basis at work. At first, you thought it was just a gentleman boss’s courtesy or something, and you even thanked him when you went to work the next day. But when the delivery of bouquets continued being delivered week after week, you started to worry. Plus, it was never the assorted kind anymore. After that one bouquet he sent the first time, the rest that followed became strictly roses. A mix of different colored-roses. White roses. Then pink. Then ultimately, red. Whatever those colors meant, you knew it wasn’t right or even comfortable for you anymore. You didn’t like throwing away fresh flowers, but you did. You had to. And finally, James noticed it when he saw the trash bin under the sink. He called for you as you were just coming out of the shower.

“What’s with the flowers in the trash?” He asked from outside the bathroom. Panicking, you hurried and wore your thick robe even before you could dry yourself off properly. You opened the door, steam coming out of the shower. You held a towel for your hair when you got out. You had a look of worry and maybe, a little bit of guilt. “Are they from Steve?” He finally asked.

“What? No,” For a second there, him mentioning Steve’s name made your heart skip a bit. You wished he didn’t mention Steve or think that the roses were from Steve. Now you wished they were from Steve. Then you wouldn’t have thrown them away. You sighed deeply and tucked a lock of your wet hair behind your ear. “They’re from my boss.”

“Oh. You get a promotion or something?” You shook your head. He raised his eyebrow. “He likes you.” He immediately understood. You sighed.

“He knows I’m married, James. I’ve spoken to him about it.”

“And?”

“I dunno. Didn’t work, I guess. Y’know...he’s the go-getter type. Doesn’t stop until he gets what he wants.”

“Do you like him?” You put your hand over your chest in shock.

“What? Eew, no. Man’s a proud jerk. And old.” Now it was James’s turn to sigh heavily, then he brushed his fingers over his hair.

“Has he been hittin’ on you at work?” He asked, clenching his jaw. It took him 5 seconds to form that question instead of asking you what he really wanted: Did he lay a finger on you?

You tried recalling it, and you thought it was nothing major. “No. He always kept me around though. In meetings with other bosses and an’ol that stuff…” You trailed as you walked towards the bedroom while drying the tips of your hair with the towel. James followed. “But sometimes, I feel like he’s feeling me up with the way he looks at me,” Your voice shook a little as you admitted. “Does he know you’re pregnant?”

“Yeah. They were pretty upfront about my personal life since the interview. You know, high school dropout, just got married and pregnant.” You wished you didn’t have to say that.

“Hey,” he said softly. “We’ve talked about this, din’t we? You’re going back to school when you’re ready.” You turned around and looked at him sadly, then nodded. “You’re no dropout. You’re just taking a break, that’s all. Like me,” he smirked and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Whenever he did that, your mood just lifted instantly. You smiled at him.

“All right...Go. It’s your turn in the shower. You smell like shit,” You said, grinning then closed the door before it got too awkward. James was left staring at the door, smiling, before he went to take that shower.

The next day, everything went as they usually do at the construction site. Except, James was in his head. He didn’t talk as often as he normally did. It was only 12 noon. The buzzer for the first lunch break went off. The workers went down and ate at the small, specially-built cafeteria on the ground floor. The buzzer then would go off again after 30 minutes for the next set of workers scheduled to have their lunch. James mindlessly took his portions of food and also mindlessly sat at one of the tables. He probably didn’t even notice how preoccupied he was. All he knew was that the feeling he had was familiarly bothersome. When his shift was over, the buzzer went off again. James was chewing on a toothpick when he was walking. As soon he was in sight, Natasha Romanov called his attention.

“Heading home?” She asked him. James simply nodded. “What’s up?” “There’s something I wanted to ask you. You in a hurry? Mind sitting with me for a bit?” “Nah, I got time. Can’t stay long, though.” “Great.” They walked out of the site after clocking out. Natasha offered to buy him a hotdog for the trouble, and he accepted. “You’re bothered about something,” she remarked. “That’s not a question,” he shot back. Then sighed and looked away. They sat on a bench just in the opening of Central Park. “Well. Yeah. It’s probably nothing…” “It’s your wife, isn’t it?” Natasha wasted no time. “Is it that obvious?” He asked, making her scoff, and then he sighed again. “It’s just this guy, y’know. Her boss. He likes her. Sent flowers over. In our house, mind you. Think I should worry?” Natasha squinted at him, then gave him a lopsided smile before answering. “You’re asking me as if you weren’t worried already,” was all she said. Her lopsided smile was replied with a guilty, shy smile from James. “I mean, I’d worry too. I’m sure your wife isn’t into her boss or something. I’d say you shouldn’t worry, but don’t let your guard down. And don’t go doing stupid things out of jealousy. ‘Kay?” James looked at her blankly, with contemplative eyes.

***

On Saturday that week, Betty, Mr. Fury’s secretary called you at 6:30 in the morning to tell you that you had to report to the office. You were still in bed when you answered the phone, but the moment you were told, “Mr. Fury needs your assistance today. Better hurry, darling. He doesn’t like his employees late.” “Shit,” you muttered, pushing away the covers. You politely apologized and reassured Betty that you would be on your way before hanging up. James groaned on the other side of the bed. He rubbed his eyes as he sat on the bed. “Where you goin’?” He asked in a hoarse voice. “I gotta get there before Mr. Fury arrives at the office,” you replied without looking at him as you rushed, opening the cabinet to look for the right dress. You chose the one you were saving for Monday but grumbled about that since you carefully planned your work outfits. “I’ll drive you,” James offered. His voice was a little louder than when he first spoke. You stopped in your tracks and turned around. “Really?” You asked with googly eyes. He simply smiled and said, “Yeah,” then you joyfully laid your dress on the bed and knelt on it on one knee so you could give him a quick hug. After that, you hurried to the bathroom to shower. When you were done and got back to the bedroom, the bed was already made and James was gone. A few minutes later, he called from outside the bedroom and told you that he’d be waiting in the car. You yelled back an “OK!” as you hurried to put on makeup and fix your hair.

It was only five minutes to seven but you wished the elevator went down faster. As soon as the doors opened to the ground floor, you ran out until you found the car outside. James already had the motor running. You could easily see from the entrance of the apartment that he was chewing a toothpick - a habit you rarely saw him do since you got married. You went inside the car all flustered and rushed. You rarely rushed to work because normally you went in at 8 A.M. and you took the trains. You sighed heavily as you readied yourself for the trip but James put a paper bag on your lap. “Here. Made you some toast.” He started driving the car into the road. “Crap. I totally forgot about lunch. Thank -” “That ain’t lunch. Eat it now,” he said as he glanced at his rearview mirror. You stared at him like a child who just got a surprise candy. “My Gramma always told me never to go to work on an empty stomach,” he added. You gave him a grateful smile and thanked him as genuinely as you could sound. He nodded once and winked at you. He smiled a small one on one corner of his mouth. As you went on to open the bag and take a piece of toast, his smile widened to the other corner of his mouth.

The drive took about 25 minutes, so you got there just before 7:30. The bag of fresh toast was already consumed by the time you arrived. You weren’t sure yet if you were going to be working all day like in the weekdays, but James said he’s going to call you at lunch so he’d know if he could pick you up from work. You declined because you thought that maybe he had other things to do, but he insisted, and you agreed to wait for his call at noon.

James drove around Manhattan, just checking out the town and giving himself some time to think. He thought about the future. He thought about Steve. And you. And your baby. And he thought about Rumlow. Eventually, his mind went back to the conversation he had with Natasha. And before he realized it, his stomach growled a little loudly. Good thing he just passed by L&L Automat, a diner that had a perfectly vacant parking spot for him. He pulled over and parked in that spot and got inside the restaurant. He observed the green and pink chiffon-colored walls of the diner as he walked over the counters, and then went ahead and sat on one of the counters. A dirty-blonde waitress, wearing the same green and pink chiffon uniform approached him. She was already holding a coffee pot ready to serve it. He noticed her nametag displaying her name - Angie.

“What can I getcha, hon? Coffee?”

“Yeah, sure. Thanks. Please,” James responded and continued chewing his toothpick. “Can I get some breakfast too?” “Sure, hon. We got bacon and pancakes. Eggs and some schueblig sausages.” “Sounds good. Think I want bacon and pancakes. Could you throw in some eggs, too?” The waitress nodded. I’ll tell the cook,” She replied, then poured his cup with black coffee. “Well, it’s certainly a surprise seeing you here,” a familiar slightly raspy voice suddenly said. James looked over his shoulder and saw Natasha. She looked more relaxed than usual in her navy blue summer dress. The red waves of her hair fell to her shoulders more freely than when she was at work, where her hair was done and pulled in pins. James chuckled and waved at her as he took a sip of his cup of coffee. “Aren’t you a little too young for that?” She smirked as she sat beside him.

“Very funny, Romanov. I’m not 12.” There was a pause. “You here often?” “Pretty much,” She said then leaned over to him to say almost in a whisper. “My girlfriend works here.” She glanced at the waitress with a smile. “No way. Angie?” He asked in surprise and raised his voice, making the waitress turn around to look at them. She then smiled a big smile and joyfully walked towards them. “Nat! Oh, I didn’t know you knew this handsome fella.” “You do, actually. I told you about him. Newly married fella? Angie, this is James Barnes.” She turned to James. “Barnes, this is my good friend Angie Martinelli.” They shook hands as he smiled and said hi to her, then she went to get his order for him. As soon as Angie came back with his food, James asked, “So, uhh...how long have you two been...friends?” The two ladies exchange smirks but Natasha answered. “Oh, I think...five years? That was when I first moved here. But we’ve been close friends since…” she trailed off as she gave Angie a doting look. “...two years ago.” James smiled as he nodded at that and began eating his breakfast. They talked over coffee and breakfast and James realized that it was the first time he had any real fun conversation with other people since this whole thing started.

As the conversations faded in his earshot, he remembered the days he had in high school. In a fast recollection, he remembered going to the music store or hanging out in his father’s garage, tinkering old cars. Other times he hung out with his friends and tried a smoke or two, maybe even shared a bottle of alcohol just to make sure nobody got home drunk. As quickly as that reminiscing happened, he also thought about what the future might be like. He thought about how his and your life together had become so uncertain even though it was supposed to head to a planned path. “You’re in your head again, Barnes,” Natasha remarked. James just looked suspiciously at her, but she gave him back an equally suspicious look, furrowing her eyebrows. “Where is your wife?” “You’re asking me like I killed ‘er or somethin’.” “Nah. You’re a wuss. You act all tough - chewing that disgusting toothpick all the time but deep inside? You’re a little puppy dog.” Natasha said with an almost flat affect. “Come on, what’s goin’ on?” James rolled his eyes at her. “She was called to work this mornin’. Drove ‘er there. Might pick ‘er up for lunch or somethin’.” He put a fresh toothpick in his mouth again and added, “Why do you keep askin’, anyway?”

“Like I said. You’re a little puppy dog.” James rolled his eyes as he shook his head. Natasha chuckled and nudged his shoulder. “Look. You’re my friend and...you’re in a deeper bind than you acknowledge.” Her tone became more serious now. It’s as if James just realized that he did have an actual friend in Natasha. That they were more than just boss and subordinate, more than coworkers, and definitely, more than the friendly banter they keep having. He looked at Natasha with eyes that showed her a deep pain and frustration, but also a lot of grit. “Why don’t we take a walk?” She suggested. They left the diner. James said goodbye to Angie and Natasha told her that she’ll be back around 10, just about the time Angie would be getting off from her shift. James and Natasha walked around and all the way to the park as they talked about James’s situation. It was the first time that James told anyone else about the deal with Steve and marrying you, and you having Steve’s baby. His friends back in Red House only knew that he was going away to get married. He never told them to whom he was getting married to, but he figured that by now, everyone probably already knew. He didn’t exactly want to leave Red House. He liked it there so much.

Occasionally, he visited Pastor Phil Coulson just to talk about life. He never told anybody, but he always saw Pastor Phil as the father he never had. He thought of him sometimes, too, especially when things got difficult to handle. He thought of what Pastor Phil might say to him. At the back of his mind, he knew that Pastor Phil would tell him to talk to his wife about everything. But he wasn’t ready. So, having Natasha listen to him felt refreshing to him. He needed ears that were not part of the whole family drama.

“I knew you were in some kind of bind, but I didn’t know it was this messed up,” Natasha remarked. “Had a feeling that your problems were beyond your years, though. A 17-year-old like you shouldn’t be thinking ‘bout this stuff.” They stopped walking to sit on a bench. James couldn’t help but think about his brother - the 18-year-old who should be dealing with this stuff instead of him. Instead, he’s in Oxford thinking about school or dealing with term papers or difficult professors or how to stay awake at night when there’s plenty to study.

“Hell of a brother you have.” “He didn’t volunteer me. My Pop did.” “Did you really just defend your coward of a brother?” she sneered. James glanced at her blankly. Natasha shook her head and sighed as she looked away for a second. “Look, I don’t know what you and your brother’s dynamics are, but you gotta step up, Barnes. Besides...what’s this cool-looking-toothpick-chewing look you’re going for here when you just let your family walk all over you?” They both snorted at that. “Dammit, Romanov,” he said and they both burst out into laughter. The laughing faded and she made her tone a bit more serious. “I still can’t believe you did this. I’d do anything for my sister if I had one, but not clean up a mess like this.” James nodded softly as he looked down on the ground, nervously swinging his knees together. “I don’t mind cleaning up Steve’s mess,” he said, eyes locked on the cemented ground. “But I can’t have her living in this mess by herself.” He said sternly as he turned to Natasha with the surest of eyes.

***

By 11, James drove back around the block of your office and parked near a payphone. He got out of the car and crossed the street. He kept a lollipop in his mouth this time as he decided he should walk around to keep pace with his racing thoughts. There was plenty of it. He ran past conversations he’d had with people who mattered to him. It was a good exercise in the legs and mind, but then it was already 11:15, and he decided to call ahead in case you had to stay at work until the afternoon then he could buy you lunch instead. When he called, an older, warm voice of a woman answered the voice. “Brock Rumlow’s office, this is Betty, how can I help you?” “Hello, ma’am,” he greeted nervously. “I’m calling for a [Your Name] Barnes. May I speak with her?” “Why, yes,” Betty said on the line, her smile could be heard in her voice. “In fact, she’s just coming back from the powder room. May I ask who is calling?” “Oh, it’s..James. Barnes. Her uh, her husband.” Betty no longer responded and a soft rattle could be heard on the phone as she passed the receiver to you. James then heard Betty saying to you, “It’s your husband, darling.” Then she whispered, “He’s got a lovely voice.” That made him smile to himself. You finally took the receiver from Betty and gave her a shy, awkward smile after receiving that remark. “James?” “Hey, doll. You comn’ home for lunch? I’m ready t’pick you up anytime.” “I - I haven’t asked yet. The bosses have been all busy with meetings all morning.” “Oh...you busy too?” “A little. I’ve been retyping reports. I’m starving,” you mutter. “But lunch should be at noon.” “Why, yes, Ms. Barnes,” Brock Rumlow’s voice emerged in the background of your end of the phone. “I was just about to ask you to have lunch with me. I have an extra plate of Steak Frite I’m sure you’d love.” The sudden intrusion in the phone conversation surprised you and left both you and James shocked in silence. “What?” James asked, his tone a little bit irritated. “Nothing,” you whispered. “It’s my boss.” “That’s your boss, all right,” James replied with a bit of a sarcastic tone. You panicked, as you haven’t answered Mr. Rumlow yet since you’re standing frozen in front of Betty’s desk, the phone receiver is still glued to your ear. “M-Mr. Rumlow. I’m sorry, I...I’ve made plans with my husband,” you stammered as you made up a white lie on the spot. On the other side of the line, James blushed, his eyes darting everywhere as he thought of things to say to or do your boss would insist on taking you to lunch. Brock Rumlow tilted his head and smirked at you. “You’re lying,” He smiled at you as he stepped closer. “Come, let’s have lunch. I insist.”

“That’s it - I’m coming to get you,” James said firmly. “N-no James, w-” he hung up the phone before you could tell him to wait. Meanwhile, James storms into the building, rushing towards the floor you’re in and finds you just outside Rumlow’s office, you and your boss standing by Betty’s desk. You just put the receiver back down and seeing James walking towards you in a rush still surprised you even though you knew he was coming. You called out his name with a bit of a surprised tone as you turned to walk towards him in an attempt to stop him from whatever he might do. James glared at the sight of your sharply-dressed boss who was looking and smirking at the trouble he sparked in the both of you. “Is that him? Your boss?” He stopped in his steps as you gently held his arms to stop him from getting closer to Rumlow. You nodded but whispered and begged him to not cause any trouble. Everyone else on the floor started noticing the ruckus he’s causing. “James, please…you don’t have to do this.”

“Come on, doll. He’s straight up asking you out and you’re just letting him?” “I’m not…I told him we had plans. Now come on…calm down…” You spoke calmly, but worry was already coming out of your voice. James couldn’t even look at you as his fierce gaze on Rumlow already looked like he was beating him up in his mind. “Ah, you must be the lucky husband - Mr. Barnes,” Rumlow taunted him, smirking confidently at him. James hated his guts and hated his remark on him being the “lucky husband” as he clearly meant it dirtily, making him pull away from you and rush towards your boss and shoved him. “What the fuck’s the matter with you, huh? Askin’ out my wife to lunch like that?” He shoves him again, Rumlow not at all fazed by the display of aggression. “James! Stop it already!” You finally yelled, catching your breath as the whole situation was aggravating. James realized his fury and took a step back, his jaw still clenching. Mr. Fury comes in from the hallway, getting all the attention this time. “Now, now, what the hell is goin’ on in here? And who is this angry young man who’s just about to beat the shit out of you, Brock?” Nick Fury asked everyone in the room with a loud voice, standing tall as he commanded silence in the whole floor. Everybody looked at him in surprise and a bit of fear for being caught being in the middle of this drama. “Well?” “M-Mr. Fury - I-I’m sorry…this is all my fault…” You began. “The hell it was! It was this guy,” he gave Rumlow another shove with one hand. “-inviting my wife to lunch and sendin’ her flowers at home like she weren’t married already!” “James! That’s enough!” You hissed at him, making James even more upset. You turned to Mr. Fury. “Sir, what my husband is true, and I apologize for his demeanor just now.” You looked down a little. “It won’t happen again.”

“Hmm. Thank you for showing up this morning, Ms. Barnes. You been a great aid today.” He turned to Rumlow. “You better explain yourself in my office.” Then he turned to James. “I’d watch my temper if I were you, son,” then gives you a small glance as if to tell James that women don’t like it when their gentlemen get violent. James looks at him, anger still written all over his face. “Now go have lunch with your wife and take her home. You two have a lot to talk about.” James didn’t say anything and just nodded once and walked towards you. “Get your purse. We’re goin’ home.” Still upset, you pouted as you rushed to your desk to get your purse, desperately wanting to avoid the look everyone is giving you. As soon as you got your purse and walked towards him, James took your hand and you walked into the elevator together. As the elevator door closed, you angrily pulled your hand away from his.“Look, doll, I’m sorry…” “Oh, so now you’re sorry? That wasn’t your place, Barnes!” “Yeah? Whose place was it to tell him off then, huh?! And don’t you dare say Steve ‘cause-”

“It was my place, James! Mine! I should get to tell him off, not you!” Your nose flared as you gripped the leather string of your purse on the top of your chest. “Fine. But it’s not like you were ready to stand your ground when we were on the phone.” You looked down as you realized he had a point. You weren’t as quick to stand up to yourself as you would’ve wanted. “But you had no business rushing to my workplace and making a scene in front of everyone like that. And shoving my boss! You embarrassed me.” The elevator door opened before James could respond. You walked out of the elevator and passed through the lobby, the both of you walking in a bit of a hurry out of the building. He pointed to where the car was parked and he rushed over to the car to open the door for you. You got inside the car, still showing him that you’re upset. He got in the driver’s seat, held the wheel and sighed and then turned to you. “Look…I’m sorry I embarrassed you..ok?” You avoided his gaze and said nothing. “But it wasn’t just that, James!” You were suddenly about to cry as your hormones decided to act up. “You know how hard it was for us to find jobs…” James looked down as he gripped the wheel tighter, realizing his mistake. “I’m sorry..I wasn’t thinkin’.” “No, you weren’t,” you shook your head and sighed sharply, tears nearly welling up in your eyes. James was about to add something but you interrupted with a resigned tone as you looked away. “Just drive…”

To be continued in

Chapter Seven - The Speakeasy

Everything tag list: (Please let me know if you don’t wanna be tagged on this fic.)

@jurrasicpork @thejourneyofabrokenheart @seninjakitey

The Last Dance tag list:

@duns-fxr-hands @veg-gay-tarian @girlwith100names @theonelittleone @spidey-babe-parker @hiddles-rose @allithewriter @depressedcoffeebean @nerd-without-a-cause @tatertot1097 @ferrelly @wxshes-kxsses @keldachick

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barns x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x female reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #the last dance fic #bucky barnes mcu #bucky barnes angst #steve rogers angst #marvel fic

21 notes · View notes

ivybird · 1 year

Text

So, this is love.

Pairing: Bucky x afab!reader

Summary: Bucky and his Sweetheart are getting ready for an evening of company, but Sweetheart finds something that hinders them.

Word Count: 589.

Warnings: None, just tooth rotting fluff.

A/N: Hiiiii, okay this is my first ever, EVER, posted fic. I’m sorry it’s so short, I just got nervous and wanted it out there. I picture post FATWS, but it can be whatever Bucky you want. No use of Y/N or any description of bodies, I want it to be as inclusive as possible. It is proofread so if there’s any mistakes it’s just me being stupid haha! I’d appreciate it if you could all reblog, comment or like, it would mean the absolute world to me! GIF isn't mine! Enjoy guys!

Kiss me once

Then, kiss me twice

Then, kiss me once again

It's been a long, long time

Bucky’s ears had been searching high and low trying to figure out where the music was coming from, until it finally clicked. “Sweetheart? Is that you?”. The silky saxophone instrumental flooded through their home, it shot Bucky right back to the forties, right back to his last night before being shipped off. Bucky climbed up the stairs and found their bedroom door slightly ajar. As he silently pushed it open, the next song clicked into motion. She found my records.

Let me call you sweetheart

I'm in love with you

Let me hear you whisper

That you love me too

Bucky leant against the door frame with his arms folded and a smile he couldn’t stop. His eyes found her sitting at her vanity, her hair falling in soft curls, bouncing as she moved her head, her cherry painted lips mumbling along to the music, her silk robe was wrapped lazily around her body, highlighting every little thing he loved about her. She locked eyes with him in the mirror, and his smile grew, prompting her lips to split. All she could do was stare, he looked so handsome, his white button down sleeves rolled up to the elbow and tucked into his black slacks, his shiny leather shoes, the tie hanging loosely over his broad chest. He was beautiful. “Like somethin’ you see soldier?”.

Bucky’s eyes raked her form before he pushed himself from the door frame and slowly made his way over to her. “Very much so”. Her neck craned as she looked into his baby blues. “I see you found my records”. A small laugh escaped her as her hand reached out to press against his stomach. “I did, and I wanna know why you hid them from me”. Bucky gently took her hand as the next song clicked into place and lead her to stand up. “Oh I didn’t hide ‘em from you, I just never showed you 'em”. He was leading her into the middle of the bedroom, and she could do nothing but let him. “I think that’s very ungentlemanly of you”.

Bucky’s hands found home on her waist as her hands slipped up his chest and came to rest on his shoulders. “Oh, I’m sorry, Sweetheart. Let me make it up to you”. He craned his neck down to capture her lips in the softest kiss she believed they ever shared, she was so lost in her love for him, she hadn’t noticed he’d started swaying them to the music. She pulled her lips away from him before he ruined her lipstick and their foreheads rested against one another, his ‘I love you’ so quiet it was almost swallowed by the music. “I love you, James”.

Bucky pecked her lips before gently nudging her head to rest on his shoulder and in her ear all that could be heard was his gentle, albeit slightly off key, singing. “My heart has wings, mmm, and I can fly, I'll touch every star in the sky, so this is the miracle, that I've been dreaming of, mmm, mmm, so this is love”.

“I know we’ve gotta leave, but I just want you to myself for a few more minutes”. She snuggled into him a little more. “I could stay here all night”. Bucky pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and spun them in a slow circle. “We have the rest of our lives, baby”.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel #dancing #40s #james bucky barnes #Sebastian Stan #music #jazz #bucky barnes imagine #winter soldier x reader #winter solider

89 notes · View notes

lillywillow · 2 years

Text

Seven Dates a Week

Summary: When Natasha signs Bucky up for speed dating, he doesn’t believe any will form a lasting bond until he meets one special person

Written for: @buckybarnesbingo

Words: 2800

Square Filled: U3- Speed Dating

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Gender Neutral Reader

Warnings: None

Why did he ever let Nat talk him into this? It was bad enough when she signed it up for regular dates but this? All the stress, anxiety and awkward small talk of a blind date tenfold. It was all the same conversations for eight minutes until the bell went and he was moved onto the next person to start over. There were the ones that were trying too hard to get them to like him and then there were the ones who showed next to no interest at all. Bucky felt like a real fish out of water here. The only reason he hadn’t bailed yet was because Nat promised him if he went through with this, she would never try to set him up again. Bucky knew that only meant she would remain dormant for a few weeks, perhaps moving on to pick on one of the other single people in the tower before making her way back around to him.

It was nearing the end of the session and Bucky was hitting his social limit for the night (maybe even for the week). His next date sat down, wearing the same ‘in pain but trying to be polite’ smile that he was. He exchanged introductions before an awkward beat of silence fell.

“So…” Bucky began, his brain fried from way too many questions.

“Look, Bucky, I’m going to have to be honest with you,” Y/N sighed. “I’m sure you’re very nice but, I don’t think I’m going to be very good company right now. The only reason I came here was because a friend of mine pushed me…”

Bucky felt relieved.

“You have no idea how glad I am to hear that. I’m in the same boat. My friend also pushed me into coming and the only reason I did was that she’d stop trying to set me up on blind dates,” Bucky explained.

“Friends, right?” Y/N laughed. “I mean, I’m sure their hearts are in the right place but shouldn’t we get to make that choice?”

“Exactly!” Bucky grinned.

“I prefer the old-fashioned way of dating. You meet someone, get to know them…”

“Dinner and dancing,” Bucky supplied.

“Watching a movie together…”

“Going to the carnival…”

“Mini golf…”

“Going for a drive…”

“Picnics in the park…”

Bucky smiled at the same time as Y/N, feeling more relaxed than he had all night.

“Listen, Y/N, I’d really like to take you out on a proper date after this is over, if that’s okay,” Bucky shyly smiled.

“I’d really like that too…”

Before he knew it, the bell rang again, signalling the next changeover of dates. Bucky’s hopes had been refilled and he couldn’t wait to see Y/N again.

…

The next day, you were practically glued to your phone. To your surprise, you had a few matches but there was only one person you really wanted to contact you. It had only taken eight minutes but you were totally smitten with Bucky. Most of the others there were boring, tried to hard or otherwise gave you bad vibes but Bucky was different. He had the same old-fashioned ideas about dating as you did. So wrapped up in your thoughts, you were startled when your phone startled to ring. You fumbled, almost dropping it before answering.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Y/N?” a male’s voice asked on the other end of the line.

“Speaking…”

“Hi… um… this is Bucky. We met at the dating thing last night?”

“Yes, I remember you,” you smiled, trying to play it cool and not start happily squeal on the spot.

“I was wondering… if you’re free tonight… I’d like take you out to dinner and maybe dancing… if that’s alright…”

“Tonight, will be perfect.”

“Great! Pick you up at six?”

“Sounds good,” you agreed, giving him your address.

Only after you made sure you had hung up did you start shrieking and jumping for joy.

…

That night, you got all dressed up and waited for Bucky to come and pick you up. He arrived six o’clock on the dot, with a bouquet of flowers for you.

“Oh, Bucky, they’re beautiful,” you smiled. “I’ll just go and put these in some water and we can head off.”

Bucky smiled as you allowed him inside to wait. He admired your place, getting just a little sneak peek at the kind of person you were. As soon as the flowers were safely in a vase, the pair of you headed off.

“So did your friend give you the third degree when you got home?” you asked.

“Absolutely. She was all ‘Did you meet any interesting people? How many phone numbers did you get? Didn’t I tell you it would all work out?’ I somehow managed to keep my grumpy façade and got her to back off,” Bucky grinned. “What about you?”

“Same thing. ‘Were there any hotties there? I told you this would be good for you. Was there anybody there you could set me up with?’ That sort of thing,” you shrugged.

“I told Nat the reason I was going out tonight was because I had a meeting.”

“Did she buy it?”

“Hard to say. Nat has this habit of knowing when someone is lying to her but she doesn’t tell you she knows you’re lying… I mean, it’s technically true. We are meeting…” Bucky reasoned.

He only hoped Nat wouldn’t have him tailed or spied on or something. He really had a good feeling about this and the last thing he wanted was for his nosy friends to blow it for him.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“My friends are the same with all their questions. I know they just want to see me happy but at the same time, can’t I just live my life? Keep some secrets to myself?” you sighed.

“But they are our friends and we love them,” Bucky nodded, speaking like he was trying to remind himself why he kept these people in his life.

“Yes. They are our friends and we love them,” you repeated in the same tone of voice.

There was a moment of silence before you both burst out laughing. The rest of the car ride there you bonded over stories of your friends attempting to set you up with some of the worst people you ever went on dates on and of course your friends themselves.

Bucky took you to a nice restaurant for dinner. The food was delicious and the atmosphere was lovely. The conversations you had were just as nice, getting to know each other without that heavy awkwardness that often fell over blind dates. After dinner, Bucky took you to a place that did swing dancing and it was just like you had fallen back into the 40’s. You were a little clumsy on your feet but Bucky was a natural. By the end of the night, you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Thanks for that, Bucky. I can’t remember the last time I had so much fun on a date,” you smiled.

“Anytime,” he smiled back.

“If you’re free tomorrow night, I heard they’re playing Casablanca at a theatre downtown if you’d like to go with me…”

“I’d love to go,” he smiled.

As you headed inside, Bucky waited a few moments to make sure you were safe and sound before he headed off. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

…

Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough. Bucky tried to keep up his normal grumpy attitude but when you feel like you’re on cloud nine, it’s hard to come down. Bucky checked the times Casablanca was showing and arranged a time to meet up with you, deciding on an earlier showing than a later one so you could have some time to grab something to eat and talk some more. By the time he arrived, you were already there waiting for him, having bought the tickets and snacks.

“I could have paid for those,” Bucky mumbled.

“Yeah, but you paid for dinner last night. Tonight’s my treat,” you smiled. “Besides, I believe in equality in a relationship.”

“You… you think this is a relationship?” Bucky asked with a blush.

Now it was your turn to feel flustered.

“Well, yeah… It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so comfortable with someone and I know we’re still at the beginning stages but I really feel like this could go somewhere… Do you?”

“I do, Y/N. I really do,” he smiled, feeling his heart soar.

“Then let’s see where this goes… Now, come on. The movie’s about to start.”

After the movie, you and Bucky grabbed a hotdog from a nearby cart outside for dinner which he insisted on paying for. You talked about the film which led to a discussion about your favourite movies and books. Bucky liked a lot of the same things as you and whatever he hadn’t watched yet, you made a promise to see it with him sometime. At the end of the night, he walked you to your car like a gentleman.

When Bucky arrived home, he took a few minutes to wipe the smile from his face and hoped he wouldn’t run into anyone. This hope was dashed as there were in fact, three people waiting up for him like anxious parents waiting up for their child on a first date. Sitting on the couch were Sam, Steve and Natasha, all grinning at him like the Cheshire cat.

“So… how did it go?” Sam pried.

“How did what go?” Bucky grunted, trying his hardest not to let his smile bubble to the surface.

“Bucky, you left your laptop unguarded. We saw you looked up showtimes for Casablanca,” Steve supplied.

“So? Can’t a guy go to the movies by himself?” Bucky shrugged.

“A romantic movie? Come on, man. Oh! Was it the mystery person you had a ‘meeting’ with last night?” Nat chirped.

“I… I don’t have to stand here and be interrogated like this!”

With that, Bucky stormed off to his room, a brief smile catching the corner of his lips as he thought of you. He thought Nat didn’t notice it but she saw. Now it was going to become her mission to find out who this person was (with Sam and Steve’s help of course).

…

The day after, Bucky had contacted you asking if you wanted to go to the carnival. Fortunately, you had the week off due to the company you were working for changing hands. An hour later, you met Bucky at the gates and headed in. You had a great time riding on all the rides together, eating cotton candy and other junk foods and Bucky even won you a small stuffed animal at one of the games. As you walked around, you held hands and shared stories about your childhoods. This what you both needed. Something fun and easy to get back into the dating life, not some stressful mind-numbing activity with dull people. As you walked around, Bucky suddenly went pale.

“Bucky? Are you okay?” you asked, concerned about his sudden change in mood.

“I just spotted one of my friends…”

“Do you… not want me to meet them?” you sadly questioned.

“It’s not that! It’s just… you remember how I told you about my friend Nat? Well, she can be a bit… full on when it comes to her friends. I don’t want her getting her hooks into you and driving you away with all her questions… I like you a lot…”

“I like you too,” you smiled. “I know what you mean though. One of my past relationships, my friends went into full research mode and found out their occupation, address and found three of their exes before even I knew about it.”

“Do you want to ditch her before she sees us?” Bucky grinned.

No sooner had you agreed when two more people approached and cornered you, making Bucky groan.

“Bucky? Well, what a coincidence!” one of them smiled, throwing on a fake charming voice.

“You set this up, didn’t you, Sam?” Bucky grumbled.

“Why, I have no idea what you’re talking about,” the one identified as Sam said, feigning innocence.

“I just want to say I had nothing to do with this,” the blond guy muttered.

“I know you didn’t, Steve…”

No sooner had he spoken, then Natasha walked up with the same fake ‘I-didn’t-know-you-would-be-here’ attitude as the other two had.

“He’s onto us, Nat,” Sam explained.

“Okay, fine, we’ll drop the act. We just wanted to meet your special someone. Where did you meet? Was it at speed dating? It was, wasn’t it?!”

“Okay, we’re leaving,” Bucky huffed, grabbing your hand and walking off.

“This isn’t over, Barnes! We will be discussing this when you come home!” Sam called as you walked away.

“So, they seem nice,” you grinned.

“Yeah… they do seem nice, don’t they?” Bucky muttered, making you laugh.

“Let’s just enjoy the rest of the day. I think the Tunnel of Love is around the corner. They won’t find us in there…”

Bucky grinned and followed your lead. Another day, another perfect date with it ending with you inviting him to mini golf.

…

True to their word, Bucky’s friends questioned everything he knew about you. Bucky was honest (but cranky) with his answers but the one thing he begged them to do was to leave you alone. He had a really good feeling about this budding relationship and he didn’t want anything to ruin it. They could see how serious he was about you so they agreed to back off.

Unfortunately, the next date brought your nosy friends with it. You were enjoying your mini golf date, asking silly questions like ‘If you were a bird, where would you fly?’, trying to make each other miss by getting in the way and just having fun. Then your two friends ‘happened’ to run into you. Much like Bucky’s friends, they wanted to know everything about the pair of you as a couple. You had to shoo them away but promised you would tell them everything at a later time. Bucky didn’t mind. He understood as well as you did that they meant well and wanted you to be happy. At the end of the date, Bucky asked if tomorrow you wanted to go for a drive and take the scenic route which you happily agreed.

…

When Bucky picked you up, he arrived in a white convertible.

“Since when do you drive on of these?” you asked, recognising this was not the car he picked you up in before.

“I’m borrowing it from a friend with good taste in cars. He said as long as we gas up and don’t scratch it, mess it up or in his words ‘do the nasty in the backseat’, I could drive it.”

You laughed at his words and got in the car.

Bucky drove to the most beautiful and scenic places around New York. You sang along to the radio and even though Bucky didn’t know the words to a lot of them, he still enjoyed the vibes. Whenever you felt the need to stretch your legs, you stopped and looked at the incredible views, even getting ice cream at one place. There wasn’t a lot of conversation on this date, just good company which at this point was all you really wanted. At the end of the day, Bucky dropped you home again and you invited him to go on a picnic the following day.

…

Your last date for the week was by far the most perfect. You and Bucky each brought a little something for the other to try, both finding the other’s food tasty. Once you had eaten, you laid back on the blanket and looked at the clouds in the sky, noting any interesting shapes.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Yeah, Bucky?”

“I was wondering… if you’d like to make things official. This week has been amazing and I couldn’t ask for someone better…”

“Are you asking me to be yours?” you asked, feeling your heart beat faster.

“You can be mine if I can be yours…”

“I’d love to,” you smiled.

Bucky smiled back and leant forward to kiss you. You kissed back, tenderly holding his face in your hands.

Seven days. Six perfect dates. Five nosy friends. Four lips made for each other. Three nights dreaming about one another. Two lonely souls. One beautiful relationship. Who knew when your friends signed you up for speed dating you would find something so magical?

128 notes · View notes

warriorofthought · 8 months

Text

Calm Dancing

Summary: You visit Bucky and with a calm dance you make sure that he has a rest from the efforts of the day.

Word count: 912

Warnings: no one

Bucky x Reader

Bucky entered the gloomily lit living room and slid his gun onto the table. The day for him today was very exhausting, because they destroyed several Hydra bases today and this always leaves a dark and bitter taste for his soul.

After the long time at Hydra, where he worked as a assassin and his life was marked by darkness and hardship, his work at S.H.I.E.L.D, where he can now protect people, made him feel a little better, it somewhat reduces his guilty feeling for the bad deeds he had to perform under Hydra's control. Now he has more control over his actions and can make morally good decisions that relieve his soul more than burden it.

In fact, he thought he would be home alone today and have to come to an apartment that was cold and dark and lacking only in love, but that night was different. Because you went to his apartment with the key Bucky gave you a few months ago.

You approached him, your eyes shining with excitement, your fragile hands resting seductively on his shoulders, guiding him effortlessly into the center of the room. The soft clinking of glasses and the seductive scent of burning candles filled the room. As you pushed a few glasses to the side, more to the center of the table. Before you rejoined Bucky in the center of the room.

Without a word you began to move gracefully to the music. You pressed close to Bucky, feeling his breath on your skin. Guiding his hand to your waist, you smiled softly at him.

Your bodies melted into one as you moved gently to the music.

The melody was soft and melancholic.

Bucky couldn't help but give in to his inner desire. He smiled briefly and was thrilled that you are there and have made him a good surprise with your presence. He banished for a moment all thoughts of his profession and immersed himself completely in the sensual game of love. His hands slid over your tender back, while you charmingly nestled your body against his. The looks you gave each other were full of affection and trust.

"I didn't expect to see you today love, so what gives me the honor?"

Bucky smiles fondly and brushes a strand of your hair from your face.

"I know, that's why I'm here, you sounded like you needed a tiny little distraction on the phone this morning, after what you mentioned you were going to have a busy day today."

"It was. It was actually a little nerve wracking. But you know you're not just a distraction to me, I hope, Y/n?"

" Hmm, what am I then?"

" You, y/n, are not a distraction, you are my life, my heart, without you I don't feel complete, you are my home. With no one else do I feel as secure as I do with you, I feel safe. You give my spirit the peace it needs. Do you understand now that you are not just a run along distraction, you are so much more, y/n. You are my air to breathe."

"Wow, Bucky" touched by his words, your eyes search into his for the hold you need right now and there as well you see the sincere love he feels for you.

"I know, that was cheesy"

"No, Bucky, that was perfect." Gently you smile up at him and he smiles back at you. You tighten your grip around your entwined hand briefly before snuggling even closer to Bucky.

He, on the other hand, pulls you a little closer to him by your waist, if possible. Gently his thumb runs over your skin and it leaves a pleasant feeling.

The music flowed through your veins and you forgot the world around you. An intense moment of passion connects your souls. Their soul feels the longing of the other and let the passion write its own rules.

It was a dance of the opposites. The hard broken soldier became a fragile man who could allow the love and tenderness of a woman. You, in turn, found in the soldier's arms the protection and security you had longed for so long.

He pulled you even closer into his arms and slowly began to dance with you. As you moved to the rhythm of the music, Bucky began to hum softly. His voice was warm and special and it triggers a comforting feeling deep in your heart.

Time passed by the second, but for the two dancing lovers, it stood still. They enjoyed every moment and swore never to let go of this moment.

When the last sounds of the music faded away, you both fell relaxed and breathless, but happy in a long and passionate kiss.

A kiss that ignited the longing and desire for more. The soldier and the woman knew that their paths would soon part again and that reality and its dark secrets would catch up with them. But for this one moment, they were free and embraced the sensory journey of dance to share love and tenderness.

It was a dance that showed them, that life was not all darkness and brutality, but also had room for sensual and romantic moments. For a small moment, they were not a soldier or a strange woman, but simply two people whose lives had united for a moment - through music, movement and the unexpected romance of a dance.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #james buchanan barnes #bucky fluff #bucky x y/n #fluff #dance #dancing #Lover Bucky #lover Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes

16 notes · View notes

jewels2876 · 2 years

Text

Pas de Deux

I’m back! Ish. I’ve got a Bingo Card and I REALLY REALLY need to try and complete it this year

Square filled: Dance Teacher AU

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 502

No warnings - just some kisses and fluff!

Divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics

Pic below is from my favorite bean @jobean12-blog

“I think I’m gonna faint,” you whispered from the wings. Bucky heard you and chuckled.

“You got nothing to worry about, doll, I promise.” He glanced out at the first year students as they pranced around the stage; the music to Mama Mia! blared from the speakers close by.

“But the lift… rehearsals yesterday…” Your hands wrung at the thought of screwing up in front of the large audience. Bucky reached out, grabbing each of your hands before giving them a gentle squeeze.

“Look at me.” You took a deep breath but kept looking ahead. “I said, look at me.” His right hand dropped yours to reach up and touch your chin, gently forcing your gaze on him. Your heart fluttered, taking in his beautiful face. I want to kiss him so bad.

I want to kiss her so badly right now; fuck it. His head lowered, giving you time to say something, anything, to stop him. Instead your eyes closed as his lips brushed over yours softly; you let out a quiet whine and his mouth slanted over yours, deepening the kiss. His left hand was cradling the back of your head; your hands clung to his shoulders, being mindful of the costume. The song ended abruptly and you both pulled back. The first years swarmed around the two of you, oblivious to what had just happened.

“Break a leg you two!” a couple of them said as the music started up again. Bucky took off from the wings with a grande jette, smoothly transitioning into a complicated series of jumps and spins. You raised your fingers to your lips, wanting to keep the memory of that kiss alive for what was about to come. The song was short, but enough to show the audience what an amazing soloist Bucky truly was on stage. You took another deep breath, readying yourself for your queue.

You and Bucky ran back to the wings, breathless and alive from the thunderous applause. “That was so fun,” you squealed in delight. Bucky grabbed you into a warm embrace, ignoring the first years who were huddled around for their next dance.

“And the lift?” he teased as he pulled back to study your face. He groaned as you bit your lip, raising your gaze up and pretending to think hard before giggling. New music started and the wings were empty once more, save for you and Bucky.

“You were right.” You smiled bemusedly. “It was amazing and I shouldn’t have worried.”

Bucky’s grin grew. “You might be one of my best partners. You admit when I’m right; you trust me to catch you. You fill out that leotard pretty well too.”

You bit your lip again. “You’re not so bad yourself there, sir.”

Bucky’s eyes darkened slightly at the title as he took a step towards you. “Maybe you could find out how good I am, over dinner let’s say?” He took another step, his head leaning down. You raised up and answered with a kiss.

#marvelfluffbingo2022 #bucky barnes x female reader #dance teacher au #dance teacher!bucky #bucky barnes fluff #fluff #bucky barnes

23 notes · View notes

volklana · 2 years

Text

Ok.. but could someone please write a Dirty Dancing Bucky x reader 🤤🤤

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #Dirty dancing #make my dreams come true

45 notes · View notes

onceuponastory · 1 year

Text

passion - danceteacher!bucky barnes x reader

Plot: Since she and Bucky first made a connection, Y/N has been excitedly counting down the days until she’s back in his class and can finally tell him the truth about how she feels. Unfortunately, Bucky has other ideas... Pairing: Dance Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Warnings: Some angst, anxiety, and like the tinieeest hint of possessive Bucky. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: This is part two of my Dance Teacher Bucky AU Chemistry, which you can read here if you haven’t already! Sorry it took me forever to write this second part, but I hope you like it!

Not beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

Since the night she and Bucky almost kissed, Y/N has been eagerly counting down the days until their next class. Until she can see the dance teacher whose gaze has bewitched her from the moment she first met him. She still remembers the feeling of their bodies pressed up against each other, skin on skin, feeling his hot breath on hers, and his hands holding her closely, hoping they’d wander even lower. Still pictures his head tilting as he leans closer towards her, ready to press his lips to hers. His final words have stuck in her mind ever since then.

“Would you like to-”

What could he have wanted? She can’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, he was going to ask her if she wanted to see him after class, or to continue their kiss. Maybe he would ask her on a date. Honestly, that’s all she wants. To be with him again and to call him her own. The week passes by slower than she wants, but soon, she’s back in class. When Bucky’s voice fills the room once more, Y/N can’t stop a smile from spreading across her cheeks.

“Good evening everyone. It’s very nice to see you all again.” Bucky’s gaze falls on her once more, the silvery blue eyes she loves so much tracing over every part of her body. Her breath hitches in her throat and her stomach flutters. Bucky opens his mouth, and for a moment, Y/N expects Bucky to say something, or to even pick her for a dance again. But Bucky looks away almost immediately and moves along without another word. As Y/N watches him go, her posture slumps a little in disappointment, and she tries not to let her face fall along with it. As the butterflies in her stomach drop, she can feel the familiar pit of anxiety forming. Of course, she knows that she and Bucky can’t kiss each other in the middle of class, or to be his favourite student, but he at least used to look at her for more than a second, even before they almost kissed. As Bucky announces a group activity, she keeps her gaze on him, just in case he sneaks another glance her way. When that doesn’t come, her anxiety grows, despite her attempts to rationalise things.

And as the class continues, things don’t get much better. Bucky still seems to ignore her, at least more than he usually does. And with that, Y/N’s anxiety continues to grow. Still, she keeps a brave front, hoping the one thing she dreads isn’t true. When the class finishes, Y/N waits behind, hoping that he will speak to her again, and that he was just pretending to ignore her by masking his true desire for her. Because the alternative is so much worse. Because the alternative is so much worse. That Bucky really doesn’t want her after all, and that the one person she wants most, the one person who she thinks can heal her heart after her heartbreak...will reject her.

“Bucky? Can I speak to you, please?” She hates how shaky and anxious her voice sounds, how easily she could fall apart depending on what Bucky says. Bucky looks up, running a hand through his brunette hair. All she wants is for him to say something, anything. Hell, even recognition. Recognition that they have something together, and that something is real.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” He sighs, checking his watch. “I have to go to a meeting. I’ll see you next week, alright?”

“Wait, it was just-” However, before she can finish her sentence, Bucky murmurs another:

“I’m sorry.” His blue eyes give her one last look over, and then he’s gone.

~*~*~*~*~*~

And for the next few classes, that’s how things continue to go. Y/N shows up every week, hoping for something new. For Bucky to treat her with the same passion and desire he showed her the first time they met, rather than just keeping an icy blue gaze fixed on her, or barely acknowledging her existence. Yet, he never does. Aside from a few brief glances her way, she might as well not exist to Bucky. So every week, her hope of her and Bucky continuing where they left off continues to fade. And with it, so does her desire to keep coming back to the class. Even thinking of leaving tears her up inside. She loves the class, and seeing Bucky each week. Honestly, she loves him so much that she can barely stand it sometimes. Yet, there’s only so much disappointment and ignorance someone can take before it feels like their soul is being destroyed. And at this rate, Y/N’s surprised hers has lasted this long.

One week, one that feels a lifetime away from when Bucky took her in his arms, Y/N’s pain is so bad that she skips the class. She just can’t put herself through that turmoil and heartbreak again. Besides, her mind is reminding her of her blue-eyed dance teacher enough to last for one week without seeing him in person. It’s only then that Y/N realises how much she looks forward to seeing Bucky each week, and how being without him for even one week is breaking her heart. For practically the entire week, Y/N shuts herself away in her apartment, feeling sorry for herself and regretting her decision.

It’s funny, in a way. She first met Bucky after being dumped and spending all her time shut away in her room. And now, here she is, doing the same thing over him. But somehow, this time, it’s even worse.

One day, fed up with being holed up in her room for hours on end, Y/N takes a moment to step out and get some fresh air. Hopefully, a walk will do her good. Yet, as before, all her thoughts turn back to Bucky. It’s almost Thursday, the day of his dance class. And it means Y/N has to make a choice. Will she go back to Bucky, hoping her absence has somehow caused a change of heart, that the second she walks through the door, he’ll drop everything and kiss her, for real this time. At least, that’s how things work in fairytales. But this isn’t a fairytale. It’s only then that Y/N realises she’s outside a local coffee shop, and so she heads inside. Maybe some caffeine will help soothe her soul. As she orders her drink, a voice sounds from behind her. One that makes her stomach lurch.

“Y/N? Is that you? I haven’t seen you in ages!” Her ex. The same one who broke her heart many moons ago, and made her spend almost an eternity in her room. The one she never wanted to see again. And now he’s right behind her. What a shitty week this is turning out to be. Although, maybe she should be a bit more grateful towards him. Because without him, she would never have met Bucky. Grimacing, she turns around.

“Hey….” she murmurs, plastering a fake smile on.

“How have you been?” Y/N groans. Now she has to make up some kind of story so that he thinks she’s been doing really well since the breakup, rather than being holed up in her room yet again. Unfortunately for her, though, before she can even say a word, another voice calls:

“There you are!” A girl walks up to them both, slinging her arm around her ex’s shoulders and kissing him on the cheek. Noticing Y/N, she looks her up and down, frowning. “Who’s this?” However, their words fade to static as Y/N’s heart sinks.

He’s already moved on. Of course, she’s not exactly running back to be with him, but even he could move on. And she’s still stuck here pining over him and over Bucky. Immediately, all the growth she may have had immediately breaks down, and Y/N’s back at square one as she’s reminded of just how alone she truly is. Oh god, they’re staring at her. She needs to say something, anything. Yet all she wants is to run away and cry.

Thankfully, though, a saving moment soon arrives. “Latte for Y/N?”

Hurriedly, Y/N grabs her drink, murmurs something resembling an apology and leaves the shop. She starts walking, not having any idea where she’s going, only knowing she has to get as far away from them as possible. As she walks, her head races with thoughts once more. The same thoughts she’s been trying to ignore, but are now louder than ever. The ones telling her that Bucky doesn’t love her, and she’ll be alone forever.

After walking for a while, Y/N stops, taking a breather to collect herself and calm down. And so she can actually see where she is after storming off. She looks around, and when she realises where she is, she wishes she’d never asked. The dance studio is right in front of her. Bucky’s dance studio. The place she considered never going to again. And she came back without even thinking about it. Well, everyone always says the heart wants what it wants. Maybe it knows what she needs: to see Bucky, the one person she loves and to talk through everything, even despite everything that’s happened.

As if on autopilot, Y/N walks inside. She looks around for Bucky, only finding other teachers and empty rooms. Frustrated, she steps inside one of the free rooms, sinking down to the floor. Now what? Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe she shouldn’t have come here at all. Though, just as she’s about to leave, though, the door opens.

“Y/N.” She hears a familiar voice. Bucky. Her heart almost stops. “I must admit, I wasn’t expecting to see you here. I missed you at class last week.” He chuckles. Despite her relief at being missed, and how she literally came here just to see him, she’s still too conflicted by this entire situation to even know what to say. All she can do is stare at him. “Good for you, though, for getting in some practice.”

“Mhm.” Bucky’s eyebrows raise slightly at her curt reply, but he brushes it off.

“So. I was actually coming in here to finish up my tutorial before class, but if you’d like, I could give you a…private lesson.” He offers, coming to stand in front of her. Y/N looks up, her eyes running over every inch of Bucky’s incredibly tall, muscular body. Immediately, Y/N feels herself blushing as some of her anger melts away. Fuck, he’s so attractive…so tempting.

But then, she remembers how she felt when they almost kissed, and how confused she is by how much he’s ignoring her and refusing to talk to her, yet still keeping his gaze transfixed on her. That’s enough to make her purse her lips and look down, away from Bucky. “Are you alright Y/N? You seem off.” Y/N’s jaw clenches. There’s no way he can be this ignorant about how he’s making her feel. This has to be some sort of joke. Maybe he’s just teasing her, dangling his attention in front of her to see if she takes the bait. Perhaps it’s something to do with the chemistry he keeps going on about. “You seem annoyed.” Bucky continues. She can feel Bucky’s presence as he gets even closer to her, and as the ever so familiar scent of his cologne enters her nostrils once more. It permeates her entire being. Her breath hitches in her throat. God, she’s got it bad. Which makes this situation even worse. Simultaneously, she wants to run to him and to run away from him. Her fist clenches. Why can’t this be over? “You know, this anger is good. You can use it in your dancing, and-”

“No! I don’t want to dance to let out my feelings!” Y/N snaps. “Fuck Bucky, why is dancing all you think about? Nobody is allowed to be angry or upset around you. Their feelings always have to be used in a dance. Well, I’ve had enough!” Y/N pushes herself up, standing face to face with Bucky. The entirety of her anger and pain from the past few weeks reaches a breaking point, ready to be released. “Yeah, I’m pissed off. Want to know why?” When Bucky opens his mouth, she holds up his finger, stopping him. “No. I’m not dancing. I want to talk to you like a normal human does. Is that okay?” She doesn’t even wait for Bucky to reply before continuing her rant. “Why have you been ignoring me since we almost kissed? You keep staring at me when you talk about your ‘chemistry’, stringing me along and making me think you give a shit or that you might actually like me. But when I try to talk to you, you act like I don’t exist and I’m tired of it. Is that all I am, Bucky? Am I just someone for you to use to build your chemistry?” Bucky’s face falls, his blue eyes darkening once more.

“Y/N-” Yet still, Y/N continues.

“If that wasn’t bad enough, I saw my ex and his new girlfriend today, and they were all happy and loved up, which made me feel even worse, and even more conflicted. God, Bucky, I like you, okay? A lot. And I just want to know what the fuck is going on! Do you want me or not? Because if you don’t, I’m going to go. I’ll leave your class, and you’ll never see me again. I refuse to go through this for the rest of my time here, waiting and hoping that today will be the day you actually speak to me.” Y/N pants angrily, trying to calm herself down whilst Bucky just stares at her. His lack of response makes her even angrier and tells her everything she needs to know. “What? You’re not even going to say something?” Even so, she waits, letting Bucky have the chance to speak. Although it feels like she’s just dragging out the inevitable. And the room is so silent you could hear a pin drop. “Fine.” She huffs, feeling defeated. “Goodbye Bucky.”

As she walks past him to go, he gently takes her arm, pulling her closer. Just like he did when they danced together, when they shared such a strong connection that it almost drove her crazy.

“You want an explanation? I’ll give you one.” Y/N’s heart rate picks up. “Y/N, I’ve been attracted to you from the first moment you stepped foot into my class. I kept my distance at first, because I didn’t want to come on too strong, but the more I saw you, the more I wanted you. You’re so gorgeous, and you dance beautifully.”

“So you-” she begins, but now it’s Bucky’s turn to interrupt her.

“I wasn’t finished.” He whispers, his voice low and husky again. Blushing, Y/N nods. “When I saw you with Brock, I got jealous, so I knew I had to dance with you and show him you’re mine. And of course, things only got more intense from there. When we almost kissed, things were great…until I saw you leaving and I realised that maybe things between us might not work out. Maybe it isn’t chemistry that we have, maybe it’s just passion or lust. So, the reason I’ve been so standoffish is that I took some time to think through my feelings before committing.” Y/N furrows her brows, and Bucky sighs. “I’m sorry Y/N, but it was the only way I could think of figuring things out without hurting you. Of course, I understand now that was the wrong way to do it, because I did hurt you. I hope you can forgive me.”

Y/N doesn’t even know what to say, too confused from having such a big explanation so suddenly. “And you know the funny part? Being so standoffish didn’t help one bit. I’m still hopelessly in love with you.” Y/N’s mouth drops open. Those are the words she’s wanted to hear for weeks. And now she’s heard them, she doesn’t even know what to say. “If you want to leave, I understand.” Bucky runs his finger down her jawline, and Y/N shudders. Her gaze goes lower, tracing down the v neckline of Bucky’s shirt. At the buttons still clinging to his shirt. The ones she just wants to rip open.

“Even if it was just lust or passion…would that be so bad?” She murmurs. Before Bucky can say anything more, Y/N steps forward, closing the gap between them both in a kiss. Bucky lets out a moan, and his arm wraps around her. Their bodies press together, so close she can feel his heart beating rhythmically along with hers as the kiss deepens. She parts her lips, and Bucky slips his tongue in. Her hands go to his chest again, running down his shirt. As she begins to unbutton his shirt, Bucky murmurs:

“No…not here. Not yet. Later.” She agrees, moving her hands back up and running her fingers through his hair. “Still wanna leave?” He whispers as they pull apart. Y/N shakes her head. His breath feels like fire on her skin, and she shudders, breathing in sharply.

“No.” she whispers, pulling him in for another kiss. “Not at all.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Please follow @onceuponastory-library and turn on notifications to be notified when I next post!

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #dance teacher!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #Bucky Barnes x female reader #bucky x Female Reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #marvel oneshot #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

184 notes · View notes

themorningsunshine · 1 year

Text

She danced her way (Into my heart)

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

This is based on this request by @erisismywaifu25

I am sorry this took me so long

#bucky barnes #moodboard #dancing #bucky barnes x reader

18 notes · View notes

seashellrosekitty · 7 months

Text

I know this song became somewhat spooky in The Rookie, but I will associate this with my own fic 🤍

But more than that..I’m crazy about Jo Stafford. 🥺

These songs just sends me to my Bucky post-war AU 🩷

#bucky barnes #old songs #big band #inspiring music #music #the last dance fic #bucky barnes x reader #Spotify

1 note · View note

myfictionaldreams · 5 months

Note

Slides in with a bucky request!

Can you do a possoves bucky? Like someone flirts with her and that leads to an argument that leads to to feelings coming out with marking dirty talk and rough sex? Pretty please

Always Watching // Bucky x Fem!Reader

Requested by: hey bestie, thanks for the request!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst, possessive behaviour, obsession, jealousy, threats of violence, enemies to lovers, pining, unwanted attention, flirting, sexual harassment, arguing, rough kissing, biting, marking, scratching, rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, overstimulation, light dom/sub, hair pulling, oral (f receiving), size kink

Words: 6.3k

my masterlist 📚 AO3 Link

The word used to describe your relationship with Bucky Barnes was ‘strained’. Strained because you’d prefer it if it were at least adequate, and no one could fault you for the attempts made at becoming his friend and helping him with the transition from the Winter Soldier to a member of the Avengers. In truth, you’d tried more than most to help him, especially as he was still at risk of being compromised and shifting back to the assassin’s mindset. You prided yourself on your compassion and empathy, always providing physical and mental support to Bucky, asking how he was, helping him move into the Avengers tower and adjust to going on missions.

Except, somewhere along the way, it had become evident that from at least Bucky’s perspective, you were a person to keep at arm’s length. Your questions would be ignored, and your attempts to help in medical situations would be pushed away. The only responses you’d receive were belittling comments or fierce glares that would have you backing away from the man and shutting your mouth. Even when you kept to yourself, his eyes always seemed to follow you around the room, eyes burning with what you assumed to be hatred, like he was plotting all the ways to eradicate you.

For some unknown reason, Bucky Barnes seemed to hate you, and you had no idea what you’d done to offend him. The other Avengers and agents you called your friends had all implored that he didn’t hate you, but when you stated the experience you’d received from the long-haired man, there was no response but an awkward close-lipped smile and shrug of the shoulders.

This treatment had been going on for months now, avoidance, glare and comments under his breath, and you were slowly getting to the end of your rope. Even earlier in the day, he somehow managed to get under your skin with only one sentence.

“Are you really going out in that dress?”

At first, you’d been embarrassed and somewhat mortified by his comment, wishing to cover up the beautiful dress that Natasha had helped you to pick that emphasised your body shape and the perfect colour to compliment your skin tone. Soon, the embarrassment changed to anger, finding the comment rude and unnecessary. Who was he to say what it was that you wore? Especially tonight, everyone had returned from a difficult mission and decided it was about time the team let their hair down and went to a nightclub for drinks.

Other than the comment, the rest of your night was amazing. You were feeling a light buzz from the alcohol and danced so much that your calves were beginning to burn from standing in the heels borrowed from Natasha. Even as you became lost in the music and masses of people squeezed into the club, you were still hyper-aware of the man watching you from where he was leaning against the wall.

“Does he even blink?” you shouted, attempting to be over the pounding bass to the red-haired woman you were dancing with.

Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, glancing over her shoulder a second later to assess the man who seemed to be staring at you constantly. Bucky didn’t even have the gall to look away in embarrassment, having been caught staring and that only made Nat’s smile widen as she turned back to you with a twinkle now in her eyes.

“You know why he’s staring”, she says matter of factly, swaying her hips as she talks into your ear.

Your eyes roll so hard that you have a momentary headache. “He does not have a crush on me. Can you please stop saying that? The man clearly hates me! I feel like my skin is burning from his stare, like he wishes me to combust spontaneously.”

After the tight-lipped smiles from your friends, they would often tease that maybe he was being so mean and hateful because he had a crush on you. You’d laughed initially, and some small part of you was hopeful that this was the case, but the more he belittled, embarrassed and ignored you, the more evident that was not the case.

“Maybe he’s just admiring the dress that I know he loves”, Natasha shouts confidently, grabbing your hand and twirling you around in an attempt to show off your outfit.

Despite her ridiculous statement, you laughed, “Well, he has an interesting way of admiring it! I’m going to go and get another drink. Do you need one?”

Natasha shook her head and held up her beer bottle, which was still over half full. Giving her one last smile, you made your way through the sweaty, head bobbing with the music until you finally found a free area at the bar, which was busy enough that you knew it would be a while before being served.

Someone pressed against your arm as a new person also had similar ideas to you, leaning on the bar and trying to get the staff’s attention with a click of his fingers. You took a deep breath to try and refrain from rolling your eyes at the arrogance of the man next to you, who was leaning on his forearm on the bar side.

“What are you having?” he shouted confidently with a grin, and it took you a good minute to realise he was talking to you.

“Oh, no, it’s ok. I’m getting my own drink; I’m sure it won’t take long”, you politely decline, turning your body away from him for a moment, hoping to catch the eye of the bar staff so you didn’t have to stay there any more with the guy next to you.

“Nonsense, pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying your own drink. Come on, let me buy you a drink. I’m Chad, by the way”, he responds whilst sticking his hand out for you to shake. You stare at the hand before shaking it with a limp wrist, wanting to show that you aren’t enthusiastic about the conversation.

“Nice to meet you, Chad. I appreciate the offer, but I’m really fine buying my drink”. You pull your hand out of his grasp and try to take a step away, but there are so many people at the bar that there’s nowhere to go. Chad only moved closer, ignoring your discomfort as he leaned his face towards yours.

“Don’t be like that, Baby, it’s just a drink. Your dress is beautiful, by the way, it really makes your…eyes pop” As he spoke, he was not looking at your eyes as you crossed your arms to cover your chest. “Are you here alone? Maybe we can grab a drink and go somewhere beautiful; I’d love to get to know you on a more personal level”, Chad asked, lifting his fingers to stroke the apples of your cheeks.

“She’s not alone, and get your fucking hands off of her”, came an aggressive voice from behind as a warm chest brushed against your back.

Bucky pushed against Chad’s shoulder, giving him enough space to stand between the two of you, so now you’re staring at his back as he protectively became a shield for you.

“Hey man, what the fuck’s your problem! Who do you think you are, touching me like that?!” Chad shouted loudly enough that others began to turn and stare at the scene.

You could feel the thickness of the atmosphere, and there was nothing more you wanted to do than de-escalate the situation, not wanting Bucky to get into any further trouble as he was already being watched like a hawk by Shield.

“Bucky, please stop; everyone's staring!” you tried to pull on his arm, but he stayed completely still, ignoring you as he stared daggers at Chad.

The man looked between you and Bucky before settling on you and pointing at Bucky, “Is this guy bothering you? Listen, asshole, she clearly doesn’t want to be with you; otherwise, she wouldn’t have been out here buying her own drink, now would she? Why don’t you get lost so the pretty girl and I can get back to getting to know each other?” Chad smirked cockily.

This only made Bucky tense further, his posture straightening as he took a threatening step forward, and Chad flinched. Bucky’s gloved hands clenched at his side as you quickly did a visual check to see if he had any weapons, but you couldn’t see any in the suit jacket and jeans; you were sure he probably had them hidden up his sleeve.

Bucky took another step forward, nostrils flaring as anger radiated off of him in waves of heat, and genuine fear pooled in your stomach with how the situation escalated as you tried to push him away from Chad.

“If you ever touch her again, I promise you, I will fucking ruin your life. No, you know what, scratch that. If you so much as look at what’s mine again, there’s nowhere on this planet that you can hide; I will find you and end anything you find precious, including your life. Do you understand me?” Bucky asked, his tone surprisingly calm for promising such life-ending threats.

“What's going on here?” another voice joined the conversation as Steve and Tony appeared at your side, pushing the growing crowds back to give everyone space. You would have been thankful for their arrival had you not been staring open-mouthed up at Bucky. Not only was he threatening to kill someone for you, but you didn’t miss the possessiveness in his words and actions, and the biggest question screaming in your mind right now was what he meant by saying ‘what’s his’. Surely he didn’t mean you? Everything was becoming far more complicated than you’d anticipated.

“Is he compromised?” Tony asked in a hushed tone to you as he wrapped a hand around your upper arm, prepared to pull you away from the scene if needed.

Bucky’s eyes snapped to the hand on your arm, the glare moving to Tony’s face as the billionaire changed his stance to one like he was preparing for a fight. Your heart nearly stopped, everything becoming too overwhelming and escalating to a level that no one would be coming down from if it wasn’t stopped soon.

“No! Tony, he’s not compromised; he’s fine. There was just a misunderstanding-”

“A misunderstanding? Is that really what you are calling this situation?” Bucky demands, staring down at you whilst moving out of reach of Steve’s outreached hand.

“Bucky-” you try to reason with him, but you notice that his eyes have gone in the direction Chad seemed to disappear from. He was moving before you could even stop him, following wherever the guy had escaped. Quickly looking up at the confused Tony and Steve, you tried to reassure them whilst beginning to follow after Bucky. “Everything is fine! I’m just going to make sure he’s ok”.

You mostly needed answers than anything, feeling completely and utterly sober now and not wishing to return to the dance floor. As well as making sure that Bucky wasn’t going through with any of his threats.

You were going from being within a stuffy nightclub full of alcohol and dancing people with not enough room to move and music so loud that your voice had to strain to be able to be heard by others. To now, you’re rushing out of the entrance, out into the open air that was considerably colder, added to the fact that the heavens had opened and the rain was pouring enough that it was hard to see more than a few feet in front of you.

Any sane person would have turned right back around and reentered the club just to have some cover, but your adrenaline was pumping, and after a few seconds outside, you were already drenched, so there was no point trying to find the jacket you’d left in the cloakroom.

You follow in the direction Bucky had stormed off, trying to weave through the people running through the rain and past the busy New York traffic. “Bucky!” You called out for him while wrapping your arms around your chest, trying to keep some of the warmth you’d found in the club, but the more you were out in the open, the more the rain wholly soaked your body, drawing the freezing temperatures into your bones.

You stare at his back as he continues to walk with a purpose; you aren’t even sure if he’s following Chad anymore or just needs some air. You try your hardest to keep up, even with the struggle of the slippy wet floor and your ridiculous choice of heels burning your calves enough that you contemplated risking the sanity of the bottom of your feet by taking them off.

“Please, just wait, Bucky!” you shout to the man in front, who, of course, doesn’t slow down. You were at your wit's end, cold and drenched from the rain, confused by Bucky’s reaction in the club, not just from Chad but also the look from Tony grabbing your arm. There was clearly something more going on, and him running away, potentially on the warpath, was only making your anxiety increase to the point of wanting to scream.

Distracted with your rolling emotions, you hadn’t noticed that you were no longer following anyone as the street in front of you only had the occasional couple walking past with umbrellas over their heads.

You’d somehow lost Bucky.

“Shit!” you curse to the sky, letting the rain pour down over your face, unsure of what to do. You could return to the club, but you were now much closer to the tower than you were to the club and at least back at the tower, you could use Jarvis to assist with trying to track and find Bucky.

Before you could follow through with your decision, a gloved hand wrapped around your upper arm, pulling you quickly into an alleyway that had some shelter above your head, protecting you from the rain. Just as your mouth opened to scream and combat training reflexes moved to punch whoever had grabbed you, the movements were halted as you became face-to-face with a very pissed-off Bucky Barnes.

All air rushed from your lungs as you were forcefully pushed up against a wall as Bucky leaned his metal arm beside your head, leaning over you. Even though his blue eyes were burning with more intensity than you’d ever seen before, you still sighed in relief that he hadn’t rushed off somewhere, but now you just had to deal with the confrontation you were hoping for.

“Go back to the party”, he demands in a voice so low that you almost coward from him. Still, instead, you held your ground, pushing off the wall, expecting him to move back in a show of confidence, but he remained hovering close enough that it only meant that there were a few inches between your faces.

In the shadows of the alleyway, he looked threatening, especially with his bulky silhouette, but for some reason, he looked somewhat like a fallen angel. The fierceness in his swirling ocean blue eyes that devoured you completely, the height and strength that was trained through every single inch of muscle throughout his body, even his shoulder-length hair left unbound and dripping from the rain, gave him a mysterious look. It was nearly enough to distract you from the events that had taken place. Nearly.

“What? No! I’m not going back to the party. What even happened back there?”, you demanded, trying to remain as confident as you’d felt when leaving the club and not letting the adrenaline altogether go from your system.

Bucky looks away, towards the end of the alleyway in thought before finally muttering, “It was nothing”.

You scoff, “It wasn’t nothing! You threatened to kill the guy in there, Bucky! And what was all that with Tony? I saw the look you gave him! Oh, and what did you mean by touching what was his?”

To your shock, Bucky smirked, but his gaze was so vibrant when he turned back to look at you that, on instinct, you took the step back again to press against the wall. “I told you not to wear that stupid dress,” he says under his breath, like he is telling you a well-kept secret but is forcing himself to say the words.

You frown, your chest restricting, making it difficult to breathe. “The dress? Why do you hate this dress so much, I can wear whatever the fuck I want, Bucky! Stop trying to change the subject! Everything you do is so confusing. For months, you've acted like me even breathing in the same room as you is an inconvenience and then you’re threatening some asshole guy at the bar and protecting me? What’s that about?”

“Because I knew I’d have to be fighting off dickheads like him all night! That’s why I have an issue with the dress. When men like him take one look at you and assume that they have any right to even talk to you, let alone any of the other fucked up shit he was hoping to get from you”.

His outburst shocked you to the core, leaving you stunned and fumbling to think of any words. “I…I don’t understand where this is all coming from. Wait, aside from Chad, no one is allowed to talk to me? Who do you think you are to decide something like this? Maybe I want a cute guy to buy me a drink!”

“You’re naive if you think guys will only want to buy you a drink and nothing more”.

Your face heats uncontrollably at his words, hating the condescension lacing his words. “Don’t talk to me like that! Maybe that’s just what I want anyway. Someone nice to buy me a drink and treat me with kindness that clearly you won’t give me! So how dare you try to dictate my life by saying what I wear means you’ll have to be my knight in shining armour! You don’t have to do anything for me, these past few months have clearly shown you don’t give a shit about me so why care so much what people do to me?”

“You don’t understand”, he seeths through gritted teeth.

You want to scream in frustration from the lack of answers, letting all the energy form in your arms and hands as you pushed on his chest, needing some space between both of your bodies, but he was built of stone as he didn’t move at all.

“Then explain!” you shout in frustration, the heat and adrenaline returning to your veins. “Because I’m losing my fucking mind right now! Why do you act like you hate me one minute and save me another whilst acting like you have any sort of say as to what I wear and who touches or looks at me?”

“Because he touched what’s mine!” Bucky bellows, his face dropping close to yours as a vein bulges on his temple. “Call it jealousy, call is possessive, I don’t fucking care. Do you know how hard it is to see you in the line of fire at work and then come out to places like this and watch every guy and woman in this place have their eyes all over your body, wishing that they could have you? And then watching that asshole Chad come and talk to you, giving you those compliments and then having the nerve to touch you? He was a dead man walking”.

Your mouth opens and closes, feeling like you are having an out-of-body experience. “But… but you hate me”, you say, sounding as defeated as you felt.

Bucky scoffs again with less anger this time, the tone of his voice calming slightly as he leans closer, crowding you in his warmth. “I don’t have you, sweetheart, but I’m so fucked up in here”, he points to his head, “I can’t risk being near you”.

“Bucky-”

“Just go back to the party. I’ll call you a cab; just don’t follow me.”.

A lump forms in your throat. There’s no way you’re leaving him to go back to the club, and just as you’re about to tell him that, he’s suddenly dipping his head and cheek against yours so that he can whisper into your ear. “Just know that even though I’m not there, I’ll know if someone is looking at you. Your body is for my eyes only, so if anyone approaches, they’re dead”.

The breath hitches in your throat as your fingers clench, and you remember that they’re still resting on Bucky’s chest as you grip his shirt tightly. The warmth against your face retreats as he attempts to move back, and it is out of instinct that you glance towards his lips. You’ve never experienced anyone becoming possessive over you before. It should have had you running in the opposite direction, but your feet remained planted in that same spot, leaning towards the protective force in front of you.

Bucky then surprises you as you watch his frowning lips shift into a knowing smirk, laughing under his breath which causes a pulse of attraction through your cunt. “Oh Doll, you’re going to need to stop looking at me like that; otherwise, you won’t be returning to that party”.

A surge of confidence rocks through your core as your gaze burns into his intricate, beautiful eyes, “What if I don’t want to go back to the party?”.

You try not to jump away from the gloved hand, now cupping your jaw, tilting your face up towards the covering, shading you both from the continuing thrashing rain. The warmth of his breath skips over your exposed throat as he runs his nose along your skin, causing a shiver to rush down your spine. “You don’t mean that?” his tone had deepened and sounded increasingly strained, as if he was somehow holding himself back.

You weren’t entirely sure what was happening and how everything had changed to such a degree. All you were 100% certain about was that there was no way you would be going back to any party without Bucky.

“I mean it more than you could ever know”, you say with a rush of breath, finding it difficult to hold back the restraint to continue looking up entirely at his mercy simply.

Bucky contemplates your words as his nose drifts lower, and your heartbeat thumps hard in your chest. You are sure that you’ve felt the delicate kiss of his lips against the sensitive skin beneath your ear. “I think you like it when I show you who you belong to”, Bucky states with arrogance and sultry need that equally has your knees weakening.

The pure desire pooling in your underwear was becoming impossible to ignore, like a flame had been lit within your body and was slowly devouring your rational thoughts. A weak moan escapes your lips as your eyes drift close.

“Bucky…” you trail off, beginning to tremble, not from the low temperatures or being soaked through from the rain, but because your arousal had hit you so deeply that he consumed all thoughts.

“Yes?” Bucky asks as he laughs throatily at how you were so easy to succumb to his advances.

“Just fucking kiss me already!”

The pleasure and pain that enveloped your body was something that you’d crave and dream about for months to come. Pain because his lips pushing into yours with such force that your body was pushed back against the brick wall, but the overwhelming pleasure from finally feeling his mouth on yours, the hand gripping your jaw moving to the back of your head to cradle it with gentleness that you were surprised he as even capable of. The urgency didn’t end there, even as you finally received what you both had truly wanted for all of this time. You needed more of him, all of him, every single inch of his body you wanted to feel without the barrier of his clothes.

Bucky’s nose pushed into your cheek as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, both of your mouths opening to allow your tongues to dance and caress one another. You moaned, tasting the mint on his tongue and something that was so uniquely him your mind momentarily lost any coherent thought.

His massive body was pressed against yours so that you were consumed by him completely. Which also meant that you could feel the hardness of his arousal rutting into your stomach as he gently rolled his hips to try and relieve some pent-up frustration.

You were ready to give him everything, right there, in a random alleyway in rainy New York, where anyone could stumble upon the two of you. Thankfully, Bucky still could hold onto some restraint as he put some distance between you.

“As much as I’d love to fuck you in front of everyone, I have the sneaky suspicion that Fury would not be pleased if a member of the Avengers were caught having a quickie out in public”.

In any other situation, you probably would have laughed at the absurdity and realisation as to just how far gone you’d become to actually be ready to lift your dress and let him fuck you. However, you were so caught up in the fact that this was happening and hearing the beautiful man in front of you say that he wanted to fuck you in a public setting only added to the deep desire from his possessive tendency to increase.

Bucky pressed a chastising kiss to your temple as he began to shrug his jacket from his shoulders to then wrap it around yours, and you could have moaned at the warmth and mouthwatering scent of his cologne surrounding you. The man you thought hated you didn’t give you any time to lose your senses as he grabbed your hand and tugged you out of the alleyway and back into the startling freezing rain.

As the Avengers tower was only a couple blocks away, it was easier for the two of you to run in the rain, with his arm wrapped around your shoulders, using his big build to shield you somehow from the wetness, but you were already soaked.

Finally, once in the safety of the private elevator that was only used for residents of the tower, you both were once more consumed with each other. His jacket was pushed to the floor so he could run his gloved hands over your shoulders and back to cradle your face.

Your back was against the elevator wall as he crowded around you, trying to taste every possible area of your mouth. Your leg lifted, hooking around his hips and causing your dress to hitch further up your thigh until it rested around your waist, pulling him closer.

In this position, he was able to thrust his tented jeans against your panties, the rough material catching your clit and causing an obscene moan to echo around the small space. His lips left yours but only so that he could kiss down the side of your neck, causing more mewls and pathetic squeaks to leave your parted mouth.

“I want the whole world to know you’re mine”, he declares as his teeth scrap against the area where your shoulder and neck meet. The same part of you that was throbbing for his possessive tendencies needed him to do whatever he was alluding to. To persuade him to continue, you ran your fingers up his firm chest, scratching up his throat and to the nape of his neck so that you were able to grab a handful of his hair and tug him even closer.

However, arriving at the Avengers’ living quarters interrupted the two of you. Without missing a beat, Bucky's hands lowered to your thighs, picking you up so that your legs were now wrapped around his waist as he supported your weight with his hands on your arse.

Your fingers remained in his hair, pulling his face back to your neck as he began to suck on different areas, marking your skin with darkening, wet patches. The tiny reasoning voice at the back of your mind was warning you that you’d regret those marks tomorrow, but with the want and need to have his lips and teeth all over your body, you couldn’t care less if he was marking you.

Everything about his touch was seering in heat, even though those leather gloves still covered his hands. It was as if you could feel the temperature of his burning skin through the material, and it only made you more desperate to claw at his clothes. Equally, Bucky needed to feel more of your soft skin and learn every inch of your body.

You were only half aware that you’d entered his bedroom because the low lighting had naturally turned on by the building's sensors. It was minimalistic, and for a second, your focus zoned into the sheets and pillow led out on the floor and not on the bed, which was just a bare mattress that he all but dropped you into the centre of.

His lips were on yours again, and you were thoroughly distracted from the makeshift bed on the floor. The sharp sting of his teeth grazing your bottom lift caused you to mewl and pull on his hair, exposing his thick neck that gave you the opening to begin your exploration, licking and teasing until he was shivering and sitting back on his knees.

You admired him momentarily as he seemed to do the same for you. His handsome face was flushed with arousal, the pupils in his eyes so vast that it was almost as if the clear blue didn’t exist anymore. His chest was heaving with steading breaths as he began to pull on each of the fingers of his gloves.

“How expensive is the dress?” he asked, eyeing the cleavage that had been his downfall all night.

“It’s Natasha’s”, you answered breathlessly.

“I’ll buy her a new one”, Bucky mumbles, gripping the edges of the dress and tearing the material into two. You gave a startled scream as you were suddenly left in your underwear, but the shock at being exposed was swiftly distracted by him ripping his shirt directly down the centre so all the buttons popped off, and the material shrugged off his broad shoulders.

Even though this wasn’t the first time you’d seen him without a shirt on, your breath caught in your breath at his beautifully sculptured chest and abs, mouth already watering with the need to lick every inch of him.

“Be a good girl for me, Doll and spread your legs”, he demands with surprising gentleness, still sitting back on his knees and stroking a soft caress against your outer thighs.

A pathetic whimper bursts from your chest at the praise, pussy clenching with need that you didn’t waste a second before opening your legs. Even though you still had your panties on, Bucky's gaze became hungry, as if he was a man on the brink of starving to death as he licked his lip and began to lower his body.

“You don’t understand how long I’ve wanted to do this”, he admits, gripping the edge of your underwear and beginning to drag the material down your legs.

You smile to yourself, straightening yourself in the centre of the bed and getting comfortable as your legs naturally lay across his shoulders as he led stomach first on the bed.

“Jealousy seems to be a great motivator for you”, you tease, but all the smug arrogance is drowned out by the pornographic scream from feeling his tongue taking a long, exaggerated lick from your perineum to your clit. You weren’t sure who was louder between the two of you with the moans as Bucky finally was able to taste the girl he’d been wanting for months and you for having someone actually wanting to give you some form of pleasure.

Every time you made a noise of pure joy or increased in volume, Bucky repeated the action, learning what you loved. Your thighs were nearly suffocating him with how hard they were squeezing around his face, and you knew that he would happily die right there between your legs if that’s what you truly wanted. Then there was the hair you were clenching, probably having ripped out two handfuls as you pulled on his long hair, hoping to have him as close as possible between your legs.

“Fuck Bucky! Who taught you how to do that- AH! I’m so close!” your back was arched, eyes clenched tightly closed as the pleasure was tightening within your core. His tongue lapped with quick flicks, firming the tip to add more pleasure as he pushed it into your dripping pussy. His moans added extra stimulation as you happily came all over his face, trembling and twitching cunt around his lips and tongue.

Just as Bucky was about to add two fingers into your still pulsing hole, you shouldn’t take the wait anymore and begged, “Please just fuck me already, Barnes!”

The Avengers grinned down at you as he began to crawl up your body, nipping each of your breasts with his teeth through your bra as he moved. Your cheeks warmed, seeing the shine over his stubble from your juices that he’d been happily drinking. Your thoughts didn’t remain on this fact for long though as he was kissing you feverishly once more, meaning you could now taste yourself on his lips.

With his mouth thoroughly distracting, you’d not noticed that he’d been unbuckling his belt and shoving his jeans and boxers down his toned thighs. Without waiting until they were entirely removed from his body, he swiped his cock between your folds, coating his length in your liquids.

Your mouth gaped open as the tip of his cock nudged into your entrance, stretching it to a level that you’d not been used to. “Shh, it’s ok, Doll, you can take me”, he promised, with one hand holding your hip steadily and the other against your cheek so he could hold your face still.

He was so deep, impossibly deep. You could feel him everywhere, widening your cunt until you were fluttering around his cock, and he hadn’t even begun fucking you properly yet.

“Nearly there, try and relax for me”, Bucky praises into your ear as your eyes widen, realising that it wasn’t even the entire length of him inside of you yet. Only as he was pushing into your cervix did your head fall back, and you sighed out. “That’s it, you’re taking me so well. Put your arms around my back; you’re going to need to hold onto something”, he boasts as you try and take a deep breath, your fingers reaching around his back, nails digging into the skin to give yourself something to hold onto.

Spreading his knees further apart on the bed, Bucky readjusts his position to gain more momentum. The man fucked good. More than good. You were pretty much pleading incoherently to whatever gods were above or below. There wasn’t anything you were begging for, just whatever it was that Bucky seemed to be doing, that it never stopped.

Each stroke caressed that sweet spot within, and with the way his hips rolled, he was able to nudge your clit with his body. Added to the mouth on your neck, biting and licking the sore spots to ease the ache, his hands pinning you down to the bed only added to the raw possessiveness dictating Bucky’s movements.

Harder and faster, his hips moved. The thick cock pounding into your cunt until you were seeing stars and cumming again, squeezing him so hard he had to still his hips to stop his own orgasm from spiralling.

But then, he's pulling out and turning you onto your front, spreading your legs once more and demanding, “Arch your back for me, Sweetheart”. Doing as he instructed, your still-covered breasts pressed into the mattress as your hips angled up. With one hand holding onto your shoulder and the other on your hip, he began to fuck you with just as much enthusiasm.

In this position, he somehow felt even more deeper, and all you could do was cry out and moan with how good he felt.

“Tell me you’re mine, I need to hear you say it”, Bucky grunts as you came for the third time, becoming overstimulated and disorientated with how good you felt.

Your cunt was still squeezing with the effects of the orgasm as you repeatedly told him, “I’m yours, only yours, Bucky”.

Bucky’s head tilted back so that he could release an almighty grunt, the hands on your body tightening enough that the skin became tender, but you didn’t care at all, not with how good you were feeling. You could feel his cock throbbing and the wetness that followed, dripping from your hole and onto the mattress beneath.

It was a long few minutes before he eased out and collapsed onto the mattress beside you, the two of you breathing heavily as his metal fingers stroked slowly down your spine and his lips followed.

“You should have told me earlier”, you whisper over your shoulder to him.

“Hmm?” he asks, moving up to your shoulder, where he carefully kissed the skin that was tender from his grip moments before.

“You should have told me how you felt”, you explain, thinking about how much time was wasted.

“Maybe. But then, I wouldn’t have had so much fun threatening everybody for looking at you”, he answers with a grin, kissing your cheek once before climbing off the bed and returning with the sheets from the floor.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #marvel smut #bucky barnes one shot #jealous bucky #bucky barnes x reader #marvel one shot #bucky #mine*

3K notes · View notes