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Thank you. CEO!Bucky x Reader

Fandom: MCU / Bucky Barnes Word Count: 11.6k My Masterlist

Warnings/disclaim: General <--- by reading this fic you agree/are okay with the media you are about to consume. DO NOT REPOST OR COPY MY WORK! Soft CEO Bucky, smallest angst, tw of alcohol poisoning (referenced once for story and it’s past tense), smut/sex (so MINORS DNI!), vaginal fingering, oral (f) receiving, cream pie, p in v sex, virgin sex, belly bulge, size kink, cockwarming, bit of a sir kink and pain kink. I guess a bit of somnophilia? Some pet names. I made reader small (virgin) compared to Bucky. So, if you’re a tall or full-figured woman, this a Beefy Bucky, who will always be bigger than you 😉 ___ is a blank for your name/oc/whatever you prefer Written in 3rd person Line/header is to separate paragraphs to indicate time skips, as Tumblr hates my formatting.

Author’s Note: Entry for @babyboibucky 3k Writing Challenge. I’m using her CEO!Bucky from The Match. Please go read it, it’s lovely, smutty, and has amazingly good character depth. Also go read the amazing entries from other great author’s here, to give this challenge and writer’s love/support.

Normally I do Author’s Note at the bottom, but please read this for more information on this fic. So in summary without giving away too much plot from the series or this work. I’m branching off from Chapter 12 of The Match. Then taking into a new AU with a new reader/girl. I did talk to Bee about this, as I wanted her advice and okay on what I was thinking, as this is her series and her CEO Bucky.

How I’m branching off her series; after Chapter 12, she took Sam’s offer and never made up with Bucky. Bucky is still beating himself up over this, but knows what he did was wrong and let her be in peace at Sam’s company as the new Market Director. He became closer with Sam after the event. Eventually he told Sam what happened between him and reader, with the least amount of detail as possible, while they were out drinking one night. Sam sided with the girl, but told Bucky once he was ready to start dating or move on. He’d set him on a date. A few years have passed and Bucky is better, moved on, but still hesitant and has never taken Sam up on the offer.

Additional Author Notes, below story.

Story under cut

Sitting outside of Sam’s, Bucky was going through emails on his phone. A collaboration between his company and Sam’s was nearing the end of the decision and going into planning. Sam had been too busy to leave his building lately, so many different meetings booked back-to-back.

“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson will be out of his meeting soon and wanted me to tell you; you may head in if you want until his meeting wraps up.” Sam’s sectary, Amelia, called out while reading something off her screen. Bucky stood up and thanked the older lady before heading in.

“I’m telling you; you’re going overboard! You don’t need a side-table size yarn holder,” a sweet but exhausted voice sighed out as he entered the room.

“You’re right, I don’t, but my TT does. I’m paying ya, so make the damn thing.” Sam was chuckling as he fought back.

“Sammy!” Bucky watched a petite woman flop forward resting her forehead on Sam’s desk.

Sam just laughed before he saw Bucky. “Hey Buck, have a seat. We’ll be done as soon as this one just gives in.” Sam gestured to the woman.

Her head snapped up and pointed at Sam as Bucky took a seat next to her. “I will not! Not with the deadline you gave!”

“You couldn't meet with me sooner, to take my order. I’ve been waiting for you for months. I think 2 months is still enough time.” Sam faced was serious now as he crossed his arms. The two were staring at each other, almost glaring. Sam broke first and gave her a soft smile. “Come on, Honey. You’re super talented and you love my TT too, right? She made your favorite blanket.”

“UGH!” The girl slumped forward again before sighing deeply then sitting up very straight. The poise and authority in her voice almost shocked Bucky from how whiny she was moments ago. “You’re paying upfront. You’re paying for pick up and delivery. I will email you my sketches until you agree on one. I will get it set up, you will come by and view it before I throw it in the kiln. Agreed?” She stuck out her hand, which Bucky thought would be a handshake. But then they linked pinkies.

“Agreed,” Sam smiled. “___, thank you.” She smiled softly before taking her hand back and gathering her things. Bucky saw some sketches and images of pottery that she was putting into a portfolio. “James Barnes, this is one of my closest friends, ___. But we all call her Honey, a nickname she earned in college.”

“I don’t know if earned is the correct term,” she chuckled dryly. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes.” Her hand was out flat, for a handshake this time.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Ms. ___.” Bucky shook her hand, he shivered at the cool touch of her skin, before pulling away. “I stole a glance at some of the images in your collection. You seem very talented as Sam said.”

“Thank you, I own a pottery studio,” she took out a business card and handed it to him. “If you ever need anything made from clay, please consider me. Or if you’d like to learn, I do classes occasionally.”

“I will,” he glanced at Sam who was smiling brightly at them. Squinting a bit at Sam; who seemed to be liking this conversation too much for Bucky’s liking. “Do you often take custom orders?”

“No, but I make exceptions for interesting projects or friends. So please ask and we can discuss the possibilities.”

“Don’t let her fool you, she always takes request orders. Another reason her name is Honey, she’s too sweet.” Sam chuckled.

“Shut it, Sammy,” she rolled her eyes. She stood up and moved things into her bag then onto her shoulder. While she was busy, Bucky’s eyes traveled over her body, loose-fit blouse, fitted slacks, and a matching blazer. Then surprising enough, flats, no heels. Once she was done, she looked to Bucky. “Is everything alright, sir?”

The chill that made it down his spine at ‘sir’ was easily covered with a cough and a nod. “Yes, just noticing your wardrobe is different from an office worker.”

She shrugged, “I’m usually in t-shirts and leggings at the studio. You know relaxed and easy to wash. Comfortable and light, I’m not gonna change that for meetings, simply dress it up,” her eyes were soft, but he could tell there was more there. Daring him to judge her on not wearing a skirt and heels. She was very different from most business owners and she would do it; being herself.

“That sounds nice, comfortable clothes.” Bucky offered her a smile, trying to let her know, he never meant to make her defensive.

“It lets creative flow in my opinion. It was great meeting you, Mr. Barnes,” she smiled at him. Sam stood up, walking over to her, embracing her tightly. “I’ll see you Saturday, Sammy.” She pulled back with a smile in her eyes.

“You’ll have it set up by then? That’s faster than I thought.”

“Did you forget?” The concern in her eyes made Bucky look away, checking his phone. Seemed like the conversation was about to get personal.

“Oh shit,” Sam swore under his breath. “That’s this Saturday?” the small twist of her mouth gave him the answer. “I’m flying out of town tomorrow night to meet a partner about an upcoming collab and events. I might not be back until Monday.”

“It’s alright, I understand,” she tried to smile, but even out of the corner of his eye, Bucky could see it was failed and sad. Bucky scratched his scruff while looking at his phone, trying to seem indifferent to their talk.

“I don’t want you alone though,” Sam put his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her, as a big bother would. Tender and worried.

“I’ll just order in and watch a movie at my place. I’ll survive I am a grown woman, ya know?” She tried to brush off his hands.

“Grown or not, I know how it’ll affect you if you’re alone this weekend. Lyric and Veronica are out of town. Do you have another friend?”

“Just you. You know I haven’t made any friends since college. I have a few acquaintances and partners, but I don’t want…” she trailed off, looking at the floor. Her phone started to ring, an alarm to leave. “I’ve got to go, another meeting.”

“I’ll figure something out, maybe send one of my friends to you. I won’t let you down.”

She kissed his cheek before backing up, heading out to leave. “Don’t worry about me and don’t pimp out your friends either. It’s not very nice.”

Sam chuckled a bit and waved at her, “I’ll call you later to finish this.” Once the door closed, Sam let out a sigh, before turning to Bucky with a smirk. “Sorry about that, let’s get started.”

“I think we’re all good here, Buck. I like what I’m seeing. I think it’s good to send off to our Marketing departments.” At the mention of marketing, Bucky steeled his eyes, his emotions, as a flood of mistakes and regrets tried to break him. Sam cleared his throat; Bucky wasn’t sure why until he saw the nervous look in his friend’s eye.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing with the project. I have a favor to ask you,” Sam locked eyes with Buck. “Do you have plans this weekend?” Bucky knew where this was going, Sam wanted him to keep the girl company this Saturday.

“I believe she told you to not pimp anyone out,” Bucky raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well, I’m not paying you, so it’s not pimping,” Sam chuckled. “This weekend is the anniversary of her father’s death. Her mother passed when she was young, so it was always just them. He passed away 2 years ago. The first year, she didn’t tell anyone it was the anniversary, she was alone.” Sam exhaled; Bucky could see the guilt he had. “She ended up in the hospital, alcohol poisoning because Lyric tried to call her and she didn’t pick up. So, she found Honey unconscious in a pool of vomit.

“This year, the girls let me know they had to go out of town, months in advance. I told them I would stay open for her. So, I’m asking you to spend with her Saturday, doesn’t have to be the full day like I was going to. Just some time, get some food or watch a movie, whatever you want to do. Then by the evening, I should be out of meetings, and I can facetime with her or somethin’.”

Bucky was staring at his hands, thinking. Sam had never asked him for a personal favor before. “I’ll think about it, let you know.” Bucky looked up to see that Sam wasn’t convinced. He wanted an answer now, so he could call Honey and let her know.

“Can you let me know in a few hours? I’m asking for 2 hours of your time on Saturday. Do you already have plans?”

Bucky pressed his mouth into a tight line, he didn’t want to go out with this girl. She was beautiful if he got to know her more. He was petrified to develop feels for anyone still. “I don’t. I can let you know tomorrow afternoon, around lunch.” Bucky looked back down to his hands.

“Buck, it’s doesn’t have to do with your past relationships, right?” The silence was the answer. “Look the first, not you’re fault. The last one. You fucked up, big time. But you can’t let yourself keep away from every lovely woman because you’re scared.”

“I’m not scared of women,” Bucky protested.

“You’re afraid to let yourself get hurt. I’m not asking you to love or like her or even be her friend. Just be nice and spend two hours with her. Please, Bucky?”

The hefty sigh rolled through his throat sat in the air for a while. “Yeah, I’ll do it.” He tried to numb himself, give his cold look, but he cracked a bit as Sam smiled in relief.

“I owe you,” he chuckled. Bucky nodded then smirked ever so slightly. But he could already feel the dread set in.

“Coming, coming!” She called from a knock. Opening the door she was greeted by the emotionless glare of Mr. Barnes. “Oh, Mr. Barnes,” she was surprised to see him, the soft smile slipping from her face. “I apologize, I wasn’t expecting you. Did you want to request something or place an order?” She was in a lovely sundress; she hid behind the door a bit, clearly anxious.

“Didn’t Sam tell you I was coming?” He raised an eyebrow.

“He mentioned a Bucky was coming by to take me to lunch, but nothing about you, sir.” Her voice was low, nervous. He cleared his throat, trying to disregard the sir, again.

“My middle name is Buchanan; friends call me Bucky. Just as yours call you Honey,” he tried to soften his face, to ease her nerves. She gave him a small ‘oh’, before opening the door more. Backing up to let him in. He followed, stepping in, he saw that it was a warehouse building from the outside. But he figured it was remodeled inside. He was wrong, this was her studio, that’s why she thought he was here for an order.

“Um, would you like a tour?” Her hands were tensely tucked behind her. Bucky gave her a nod, as she showed him the bottom floor. The studio, supplies, tools. Pointing out a washing station for clay then a few bathrooms. The customer/order area in the front, displays, away from the working area. Showed her office, where she meets clients for orders.

Bucky didn’t have questions; everything was clean and organized. Anything he’d look at for a bit; she’d explain what it is and why they have it. At the very back of the first floor, she had a very nice break room for her employees. Coffee machines, vending machines with food and drinks, free snacks, a big fridge, a ping pong table, and some comfortable-looking couches.

“And that’s everything on the first floor. All of it is my business. Then the top floors are where I live. I left the bottom more original, just updated electrical and such. All the remodel is outside in my yard and upstairs.”

“I like the architecture here; can I see the remodeled areas?”

“Sure, sure. Follow me.” She let him to an elevator he didn’t notice before, she punches in a code then it opened. “I don’t have stairs from here, just this, for more privacy than just a lock.” She stepped in and he followed suit.

“It does seem more secure,” Bucky understood her worries, especially in this day and age. The elevator seemed so slow, the air seemed stale, smothering. Old memories flashed by, as he closed his eyes, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

A gentle cold hand on his arm, made him open his eyes and look at her. The tenderness across her features made him want to embrace her, open up to her. “Are you okay?” it was almost a whisper. It made his heart race.

“I’m fine,” the doors finally opened, he quickly got out of the enclosed space. He paused for a moment, taking in the elegant yet modern space. A spacious and open layout. It was very clear she was in touch with what is good design and modern.

“I just remodeled the kitchen again. I’m very indecisive with the tiles, the backsplash. This time I made them myself, it was challenging but I actually love the kitchen for once. So, I think it was worth it.”

Bucky walked into the kitchen and touched the tiles. “Porcelain?”

“Well, porcelain clay, I’m only good with clay. It took a long time to figure out the balance of mixing. Do you like it?” She sounded worried and from ton; Bucky wondered if he was the first to see it.

“I do,” he gave her a lax smile and she smiled back brightly. He needed to stop smiling, too many of them would give him more of her reactions. Once again, his heart trembled so he looked away, taking in the overall design. “You have good taste.”

“I wanted to be an interior designer, but I didn’t prove to be very good with other people's wants for material and such. But I am happy to do up my home and maybe offer advice to friends. My true talent is pottery and clay and it makes me happy. But there is nothing wrong with hobbies, right?” She was so cheerful, talking about her passions, it made his heart clench. Too many of these in a short span, started to hurt.

Bucky once again had to look away from her and started to wander. Viewing the rest of the kitchen, dining room, and a reading nook with two large bookcases filled with books. He scanned some of the books, a lot of classics, some series. Art and numerous photographs on the walls. A couple of plants. A staircase leading to a second floor, probably for rooms and bathrooms. The living room was set for a max of 8 people. A large tv, some video game systems, and a sound system.

“You have this place set for a small party at all times,” he joked.

“Yeah, enough seats for me, my friends, and their partners. Sam doesn’t have one yet, but he’s such a good guy I don’t see him staying single much longer. Lyric and Veronica are both married. I might have to expand it if any of them have kids. We all hang out here a lot. Probably for my benefit. Since they are my only family now,” her smile was very melancholy. She hugged herself a bit, Bucky took note that it seemed to be an on-edge habit.

“It must be hard, today, thinking of your father,” Bucky mumbled.

“Yeah, I don’t have aunts, uncles, cousins. Only child. Those 3…” she cut off; it was clear she didn’t want to talk about it much. “I got more family because of those 3. Their family has become mine. I owe them a lot.” She mumbled most of it, just staring outside with a gloomy smile.

She didn’t mean to do it, but her passion, softness, talent, and beauty. Were making Bucky’s heart pound. No Sam didn’t mean for Bucky to be her friend or fall for her, but it seemed to be happening anyways and it was upsetting him.

“Nevertheless, do you want to see more, or get going to lunch?” She walked over to the wall, getting her purse, then grabbed her phone off the counter. Even though she asked, it was clear she wanted to go. She was edgy this whole time and now she wanted to bolt.

“Yeah, let’s go.”

On the way to the restaurant, Bucky couldn’t help but keep stealing glances at her. How she crossed her legs, to how the dress flowed around her. Her skin and hair seemed even more radiant in the sun.

No, Sam hadn’t wanted him to like her or love her, but he was already on his way. Especially when she sang softly to whatever song he put on. She seemed to know the words or beat to every song. He craved to touch her skin as goosebumps formed from too much AC, which he quickly turned off. She tried to make conversation, commenting on small things, that would make them both chuckle. Other times, he’d just catch her staring out the window, tears brimming but never falling.

Once inside the restaurant, it wasn’t fancy, but it was nice. Sam said this was her favorite. A Japanese place, it had a large menu and good sushi. Bucky finally was able to bury his feelings long enough to have a pleasant talk. Small things, some stories from either of their college times. They finished their dinner and were slowly eating sushi.

“How long have you known Sammy?”

“A few years, we talked some before our partnership, but I got to know him more after it.”

“He never mentioned you, he usually tells me a lot. But you seem like a distant and private person, so I’m sure he was just thinking of your privacy.” She popped another piece of sushi into her mouth.

“I’m not too open unless you ask very directly.” Bucky picked up some sushi too.

“So not an open book, but willing if asked,” she nodded, seeming to understand. “I’m somewhere in-between, I think. I’m willing to talk, tell stories about anything fun or funny. But if it’s something about my past or relationships, I’d rather not.”

Bucky nodded, “what about the nickname, Honey?” She groaned lightly.

“In college, we were on an outing for an agriculture elect we were all taking together. We ended up at a bee farm. There were buckets of honeycombs and honey in a storage area. I wasn’t watching where I was going because I was chatting.” Bucky chuckled guessing what happened, she gave him a slight scowl before continuing. “I tripped over something then tumbled backward into a honey vat. I contaminated the container and spilled it everywhere,” she sighed and hid her face in her hands. Bucky was laughing into his hand, she peered up at him looking through her fingers.

“So can I call you, Honey?” She dropped her eyes, gingerly picking up her chopsticks. She seemed ashamed, her free arm clinging to her stomach. Nervous tick, he noted mentally.

“If I can call you Bucky,” she said it clearly, but there was an anxious tone. This was her way of asking if they could be friends, acquaintances at the least. She picked a piece of the sushi and ate it before daring to glance at him. She seemed smaller than usual, curled in on herself. Bucky wanted to hold her, curl her into his chest.

“Yeah,” he said it nonchalantly while his heart thrummed. She opened her mouth to talk when her phone went off. Quickly answering it.

“Hey Sam,” she paused. “Oh, yes Bucky picked me up, we’re still eating. Although we’re almost done,” she seemed a bit down about it, causing Bucky’s lips to tick up. “Yeah, you’re right, I won’t.” He almost missed the desolation that flashed through her eyes. “Okay, I’ll talk to you later tonight.”

“That was a quick call.”

“Yeah, he wanted to make sure you were able to show up. Also, to remind me to let you go at the 2-hour mark. Which we’re getting close on. So, we should probably get some go-to boxes.” She waved down a waiter, to get the bill and boxes.

Bucky glanced at his watch for the time, she started the timer from when he got to her house, he wanted to tell her he could stay longer. But he bit his lip.

There was a small playful argument about who would be paying. She tried to go half and half, but he wasn’t having it. Then he let her take all the leftovers. Once in the car, they still talked a bit. He walked her to the door of her place. Taking her home seemed much faster than he wanted. But he knew it was for the best.

“I know Sam asked you to come, as a favor to him. But either way, I had a good time. Thank you so much, Bucky,” the heart-warming smirk she gave him could have liquefied him.

“I had a good time too,” Bucky was doing everything he could to keep his voice level, not cold, not soft. She started to unlock the door, before turning to look at him.

“If you ever have free time, want to learn some pottery, or need something. You know where to find me,” she was hesitating. She didn’t want to leave, but neither did he. Bucky nodded about to reply when she jumped up and kissed his cheek. “Goodbye,” then she was inside, the door closed, separating them.

Bucky stood there for a moment. He couldn’t remember the last time anyone kissed his cheek. Then he heard a small thump against the door and a soft sob. She was still there, she didn’t want to say goodbye, but she didn’t want to burden him.

His fist was in the air, ready to knock, but he froze. He couldn’t, he can’t. He’d just fuck it up again. Quickly shuffling back to his car, as he started it, his phone rang. It’s was Sam.

“Hey,” he sighed.

“What’s up, man?”

“Just dropped off, Honey.”

“Oh good, I was a bit worried she’d keep you. She tends to go overboard with new people, being too much, and pushing them away. I told her to let you go after you guys ate, make sure she doesn’t scare you away,” Sam was laughing. Bucky’s mouth twisted some, that’s why she was crying. Sam told her to ease up and not be too much.

“No, she was good,” Bucky didn’t know what to say.

“I’m glad to hear that, thanks again for doing this. I’m gonna go and send ice cream to her with Postmates or something. I promised her a milkshake from her favorite place. You took care of two of my promises already.”

“What two?”

“That she wouldn’t be alone, I’d let her pig out at her favorite restaurant. Just two more, milkshake and her favorite movie. We’ll use a site to watch it together.”

“I can do that, it’s no problem.” Bucky bit his lip after saying it, it just slipped out. Sam’s silence was worrisome, to say the least.

“Look Buck, I like you, you’re a great guy. But Honey, she gets attached easily, she’s too open emotionally, then she gets her heart broken. You’re the opposite, you don’t let people in easy. I don’t know if you spending more time with her today would be a good thing.”

“Why not?” Bucky was offended, yeah, he fucked up before, but he learned his lesson. Well maybe. He’s trying.

“Bucky, it’s not you. Honey, she,” Sam sighed. “If you ever tell anyone I said this. I’ll waterboard you.” The serious tone dissolved Bucky’s anger a bit. “She’s never been intimate with anyone and lately, she’s been talking about trying to date again. She hasn’t since college. We keep talking her out just doing a one-night stand. As her last partner left her, stating she was too much work in that case. I’m scared of her getting brokenhearted right now, especially with her father just passing two years ago. She’s lonely.

“We saw how wrecked she got in college after her boyfriend cheated on her because she wasn’t ready to have sex. She moved on, focused on her career and her father. Then he passed and now she’s alone, she’s too vulnerable. You’re a handsome dude, whether you’d like her or not; I don’t know your taste well enough. I think she’d fall for you. And I just can’t that happen, not too quickly at least.”

As Sam talked, Bucky started to understand their relationship a bit more. Sam likely claimed her as a sister right after her break-up. Be a good guy figure in her life, Sam is a great role model for that and more.

“So, if you want. You can text her, check in on her, talk a bit. But if you feel like she’s ever too much or if you don’t want to be her friend. Just let me know, I know how to break these things to her, without it breaking her.” The sigh in Sam’s voice told Bucky, this happened a lot. Too many people would leave or give up on her.

“Yeah sure,” Bucky couldn’t think straight. He and Sam said their goodbyes and he headed home.

Bucky had always been too much or too little for everyone in his life. And now, he’s met someone who has been too. But she has had Sam to protect her for who knows how long. A big brother who filtered everyone in her life; terrified she’d self-destruct again. Sam was the only reason she was still open and chipper. Bucky wondered if he’d be more expressive too if he had someone like that.

Once home, Bucky couldn’t stop thinking about her. So he conceded and texted her. Telling her he was home and goodnight. What shocked him is she didn’t respond. Wondering if she was okay or if Sam told her to not reply too quickly.

An hour passed then he called, greeted by a soft sniffling, ‘I’m okay Sam, just let me be for a bit.’ Then she hung up. She didn’t even check the caller ID, she must have fought with Sam or she was mourning. Either way, Bucky decided to call again.

“Sam-“ she started, this time a bit annoyed, yet it was clear she was still crying from how her voice cracked on one word.

“Not Sam,” his smooth timbre rang in her ear making her sit up. “You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” clearly lying. “Um, why you calling?” He could hear how hard she was trying to keep her voice steady.

“Just checking in,” he honestly didn’t know what else to say.

“Why?” her voice was defensive now. Sam must have told her to keep in check with her emotions, watch them while he was gone.

“You’re my friend and today is a bad day for you, right?” It was the best excuse he could think of, but really. He was worried about her, desired to hear her voice.

A gentle stutter broke through her. “It’s only bad because I’m alone,” it was barely a whisper but it still tore his heart. “And Sam lectured me,” a quiet sob. “I’m too..” she trailed off.

“Lonely?” she didn’t respond outside the sound of more tears. “I am too.”

“Really?” she sniffed a bit.

“Yeah,” he trailed off. There was a comfortable silence.

“Thank you for calling.”

Bucky managed to keep a friendship with Honey, texting and calling her here and there. Then they started to meet up a few times to eat out, then it became more consistent. Months passed by in a blur for Honey. But for Bucky, he was biting his tongue all the time, trying to be slow. Tried to see her more by having her teach him about clay and pottery. Taking private classes. That only spurred the dreams more.

Rolling around 6 months, Bucky couldn’t stand it anymore. These simple conversations were leading him to wake up in a sweat. All his dreams revolved around her. From sweet and loving, to dark and dirty.

What cracked him is finally coming over to her place, for a pool party. Her friends and their partners. Sam was the one who invited him. Making them all paired up, equal for games. As Sam now had a girlfriend and wouldn’t be pairing up with Honey.

Bucky almost snapped and dragged her inside while they were playing chicken. Her thighs on his shoulders, all he needed to do was spin her then he could eat her out. Needless to say, the warmth of her crotch on the back of his neck. Made them lose to everyone, she blamed herself. Shyly apologizing about being weak. When it was that he couldn’t focus on anything other than the feel over her legs over his shoulders. It led to too many fantasies. He told her it was a team failure to make her feel better.

Monday afternoon, the day after the pool party. Sam and Bucky were wrapping up their meeting about the upcoming collab event. It was a couple of weeks away, they were nipping loose strands; making sure everything was tied tightly together. No frays.

As everyone left the conference room, Bucky asked Sam to stay.

“What’s up Buck?” Sam asked as the room was finally clear. Bucky wanted to smack him. Sam had a smug and knowing look.

“I’m going to ask ___ out, to be mine,” he wasn’t asking Sam, but he felt the needed to tell him, face to face.

“Woah, woah, slow your roll there, man,” Sam chuckled as he started to see Bucky fume. Bucky had been so calm lately because of Honey, Sam had seen first hand how she softened the once Stoney and Cold CEO. “That’s your business, but I thought you already did. We all have for months. That’s why I told you to come yesterday.”

Bucky couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “You told me to go slow!”

“Yeah, I meant like 3 months or something. I figured y’all were too intense for longer. Good on ya though. But this is the last I wanna hear about your relationship, got it? I don’t want any details or I’ll drown you at the next pool party.” Sam laughed deeply before clapping Bucky on the shoulder and heading out of the door.

Bucky was going off in his head, ’only 3 fucking months?’ He’d been suffering for 3 extra months. His hand was quickly fumbling out his phone. Her calm voice answering didn’t calm him like it usually did.

“What you are doing, tonight?” he almost growled.

“Oh, um,” he could tell she was in her office as he heard her shuffle papers, likely looking at orders. “I have to finish this one order tonight, but I should be done by 7ish. Is that too late?”

One thing he’d learned over the months with her, is she was obedient until it came to her wellbeing or career. He could ask her to do anything, but if it didn’t feel safe, she was as stubborn as a stone wall. But even when she couldn’t give in, she’d make a compromise, a give and take. Today that give and take was; let me finish this then I can be with you. This was usual for them at this point. She’d always put him in place when it was needed but would bend where she could.

“Yeah,” Bucky rubbed his chin, his nervous tick. He was still mad.

“Where we going?” They always went out somewhere, never alone outside of classes at her studio.

“I’m coming over to your place,” he wanted her at ease for this. Knowing her comfort zone was her home.

“O-oh, okay,” she seemed to have dropped something and whispered fuck under her breath. It made Bucky smirk, he loved making her flustered when he wasn’t even trying.

“I’ll see you after I’m off of work then,” Bucky’s voice was still a bit gruff as his irritation wasn’t gone yet.

He hung up, no bye or see ya soon. Honey was freaking out, why did Bucky want to come here? He was here yesterday. And he sounded so angry.

From her perspective they were already dating; they’d be so close these past few months. The first time he called her baby, she wanted to melt. Farewell hugs were tighter and longer after that day. That was 4 months ago.

Holding her head in her hands, she started to cry, fearing he wanted to leave. Had she done something? Why else would he want to come over? He hadn’t come over in months. She asked him to come to the party yesterday, but he was dismissive. So, she asked Sam to do it, then he came. Maybe he was mad at being pressured to come?’ Clenching her shirt, as her heart ached, she curled in on herself. Knowing she’d have to face this, this pain.

Bucky walked into the studio, as the doors were still open. He started looking for his girl. It was close to 7 and it seems they finished a bit early as employees were washing up and heading out.

“Miss is in the front, finalizing a new sell,” one of the girls told Bucky on her way out. He headed to the front, bumping into Honey as she was walking out.

“Oh Bucky, I didn’t know you were here,” she back-up, shying away from him. He scowled; she seemed scared, small, reserved.

“Yeah, I’m later than I expected, some things came up.” He studied her face; she wouldn’t look up at him. “Hey,” his voice was calm. “What’s wrong?” She looked over her shoulder, before going to lock the front door and walking into her office. He followed, concerned.

“I’m sorry,” her voice wavered but it was sincere.

“For?” Bucky was confused.

“Pressuring you to come yesterday,” that didn’t clear it up. “You were so mad when you called earlier. Then you wanted to come here, you haven’t wanted to for months.” He was shocked to see her eyes start to water. “Please, don’t leave me…” a hard swallow made one tear fall.

“Leave you?” Bucky’s brow furrowed. “We’re not dating-” before he could even finish his sentence, her arms wrapped around her torso. “Hey, hey,” he pulled her in for a tight hug. “I came here today, to establish that you’re mine.”

A sob hiccupped through her before she clung to him, a fist full of his shirt, under his suit’s jacket. “I thought I already was, you call me love and baby so much,” she cried a bit. “You have for months.” She pulled back, looking up into his blue orbs. Sweeping his thumb across her cheek, wiping away the tears.

“My little crybaby,” he laughed softly. “Sam told me the same thing today. When I told him, I was going to ask you out. He laughed at me, thinking I already had. That’s probably why though, cause’ he caught on to me calling you those pet names. Sam asked me to go slow, I’ve been holding back, waiting. Then he tells me he meant like 3 months,” he gave a dark chuckle. “That’s why I was mad when I called you.”

“Fuck Sam, kiss me,” Bucky’s eyes widen as she pulled him down by his tie pressing pillowy lips to his. He hummed softly, closing his eyes, cupping the back of her head. Deepening the kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth making her whimper. Her noise making him grunt, pulling her even closer to him, bowing her body into his. Bucky eased his motions, needing to calm down, until it was passionate yet sweet kisses.

She rested her head on his chest as they both breathed. Bucky wanted nothing more than to swipe the contents off her desk and take her, but he knew and want her first time to be gentle and loving. To show how much he cherished her.

“Need help closing up, then we can go upstairs?”

“Yeah,” her eyes were a bit glazed over. “I have some food in a crockpot if you haven’t eaten yet.” Bucky grinned at her before grazing his lips over hers softly.

Bucky had helped her before in cleaning, after his classes, and her employees do a good job at cleaning their stations before leaving. So, it didn’t take long until they were in the elevator. Bucky kept his hand on the small of Honey’s back as they waited then walked out on the floor. As they ate then sat down on her couch; he was constantly touching her. Hugging her from behind while she plated food. Hand on her thigh as they ate, arm around her shoulders as they sat and watched some documentary she wanted to finish.

Her phone started to ring so she paused the show and answered. “Hello?” she said. “Yes, your order is complete-” the other person cut her off. “No, you can’t pick up tonight. Carrier is scheduled for tomorrow afternoon.” Bucky’s mouth twisted as he could hear the other person yelling at his girl. “Sir, your contract states tomorrow for completion and delivery. I’ve already paid for delivery. Your order is complete in that I’m done making it. It is drying and cannot be packaged until tomorrow morning. If you have issues or questions, I can email you a copy of the contract you signed.” It seemed she calmed him. “Yes, that’s fine, you can pick up tomorrow morning.” Bucky smiled at her, strong and confident in her work, unmovable when needed.

He kissed her temple as she said goodbye, she looked up to him to apologize. “Why was he angry?” Bucky pulled her closer.

“Wanted to pick up his order now, since I said it was ready. Then he was angrier that he couldn’t even though it’s done and he’s paid, blah, blah, blah.” She rested her head on his shoulder while typing on her phone. “But he is an important client, a loyal one. So, he asked to just pick it up tomorrow morning. So now, I’m canceling the delivery, which he will reimburse me for, and I’ll have to wake up early tomorrow, before anyone is in and pack it up myself.”

“How big is the order?”

“500 bowls, 500 cups, and 500 plates,” she sighed. “He’s opened a new eatery and wanted my dinnerware for it. I’ll probably have to wake up around 5 and skip most of my morning routine and just do a smoothie or something for breakfast.” Honey sounded exhausted just from thinking about it. She sat up and kissed his cheek. “Which means I have to get to bed early, so as much as I’d love for you to stay longer. You’ll have to go soon.”

“You’re going to pack it all by yourself?” she nodded. “I can help,” she shook her head. “Let me help you,” he pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, stopping her from shaking her head no again. “I’m not taking no for an answer, baby.” He smirked as he felt her face heat up under his thumb.

“But then you’d have to wake up even earlier to get here around 5,” she frowned.

“Then I’ll stay here,” he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip. “You’ve got a guest room and I got dry cleaning picked up today, it’s still in my car.”

“You can stay in my room,” she said, looking up through her lashes.

“Doll, if I did that, we’d get even less sleep,” he said before kissing her forehead.

“I’d like to cuddle.”

“You’re testing my willpower, you know?” He rested his brow against hers. “I’ll behave for you, though,” he gave her a sly smirk. She pulled back, noticing the mischievous look in his eye.

“What do you want in exchange for all this?” she raised an eyebrow at him.

“Come spend the weekend at my house.”

“You mean overnight Saturday?”

“No, overnight Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Then I’ll drive you back Monday morning.” Biting her lip, she nodded to agree.

“Okay,” she stood up and pulled on his hand. “Come on, let’s get ready for bed then.” He chuckled once before standing up.

Bucky had gone out to his car to get his dry cleaning, while she went to shower. Bucky usually showered in the mornings, after his workout. But Honey, creating and playing with clay and paints all day, would shower at night. Bucky hummed to himself thinking that they would only have a chance to shower or bathe together on the weekends then, but of course, they weren’t there yet.

She was still showering as he entered the room. Being his first time, he took in it, somewhat shocked that it was chaotic. Since the rest of her home seemed so tidy, he supposed it meant she spent the most time here.

The water turned off and the smile that formed on his lips from hearing her hum, was almost too natural. He’d wanted this for so long, this mundane yet loving atmosphere. And it’s just given to him, after pining and biting his tongue for so long. But as he thought about it, the more he wondered if he could keep it, if he deserved it.

How long would it be until he could be himself? Be more bold and brash with her? Would it scare her away? How much was he hiding from her?

Granted he tested it a bit tonight, telling her that he’d be helping her. Willing to help and cuddle just so he could leverage her into spending the weekend with him. But did he need to? Could he just come out and say things he wanted? How long would he have to walk on eggshells in fear of losing another wonderful woman?

“Hey, do you need some pjs? I think I have some of Sam’s sweats and t-shirts here from the last time he stayed in the guest room.” Honey’s voice pulled him out of his wallowing reverie.

“I’ll go check,” he turned around from the wall of pictures he’d stopped in front of. His breath hitched in his throat. Damp hair, clung to her neck, as did the oversized t-shirt from her skin still being slightly wet. He was so unbelievably grateful to the sweatpants she had on underneath. If they’d been shorts or nothing at all, his self-control would have crumbled to dust.

“I usually sleep in a tank top and underwear, but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable since you agreed to cuddle. But you can wear whatever you want.” She said with a soft smile, breaking his stare.

Without much thought, he started to strip, down to his boxers. She had turned away the moment he’d started unbuttoning his shirt. Avoiding looking at him or his body, clearly on edge herself now. She’d spoken too soon; she should have asked him to go get the pjs. She already tried to ignore his hard and sculpted body yesterday, while swimming.

The smug smile he had, stuck like glue as he wrapped his around her petite form. Pressing his chest to her back, forming her back to his front. Earning a soft gasp from her at the feel of his half-hard member against her.

“You smell really good, freshly clean,” his nose traveled up her neck slowly before leaving gentle kisses. His smile grew more as he could feel her body titillate, likely from embarrassment or nerves. But then he remembered he needed to control himself. That he wanted this weekend to worship her and her figure, as much as she’d consent to. Internalizing his sigh, he turned her around and pressed the most tenderest of kisses to her soft lips. “Let’s go to bed, baby.”

The week he wanted to pass by in a distortion, turned out to be one of the slowest weeks of his life. Every minute left like an hour. Especially every second he wasn’t talking to her. Both of them busy with their trades, unable to even meet up for meals, brief calls, where one of them would likely fall asleep on the other while talking and saying goodnights.

“I’m on my way to pick you up,” Bucky said as soon as she picked up her phone.

“Okay, I still need to pack,” she stated before he heard her moving her phone, to muffle her speech as she replied to someone. “I’m just getting a few more things done, will you be okay to wait a bit?”

“No,” he smiled as she sputtered a bit. “You can be naked all weekend, I don’t mind.” He chuckled softly.

“How long until you’re here?” She signed the last thing she could, before nearly jogging to head upstairs.

“8 minutes.”

“That’s way too specific.” He could hear the whirling of the elevator.

“It was 10 minutes, but we’ve been talking for 2.”

“Bucky,” she whined. “Don’t give me more pressure to pack.”

“You had all week to pack; I’d go for hygiene essentials first. Then think if you want your towel, if you want to swim, if you want to pack some sexy lingerie.” Bucky dropped his voice a bit on the last part, sucking his teeth at the thought.

“Um, w-would you like that?”

Bucky was a bit shocked by her question. ‘Did that mean she already had some?’

“I’d love to see you in anything and nothing, I’ll take what you give me.” He meant to go for a teasing tone, but it ended more earnest. He could hear her tossing things around, likely throwing them into a bag. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes, pack what you can, and if you keep trying to pack, I’ll carry you out.” He laughed as she squeaked out a distressed, ‘what!’ Before hanging up and pushing the speed limit a bit more.

“Honey! Where are you?” He chuckled as he heard her room door slam shut in response. He bit his lip trying to hold back his smile as he jogged up the stairs to the bedroom level. Swinging up the door she jumps and tries to crawl across her bed to getaway. Her squealed laughter rang as he grabbed her ankle and dragged her towards him. Pinning her with his body.

“Time’s up I take it?” she said before kissing him softly.

“Overdue, I’ve been counting the seconds.” Kissing her neck before standing up and tossing her over his shoulder.

“I can walk!”

“You tried to escape,” he pushed whatever wasn’t fully in the bag in then zipped it. Taking a quick mental note of some lace and strings. Heading out.

“Grab my phone!” she made grabby hands at her phone on her bed. Where she’d dropped it while trying to crawl away.

“It wasn’t in the bag. If you want it, you’ll have to entice me,” he glanced over at her plump rear slowly running his hand from the place on her back to the swell.

“I can promise you,” she hummed, “to wear something of your choosing.” Bucky immediately walked over and grabbed her phone, pocketing it.

“Deal, I’ll order it once we're in the car.”

“Wait? Order it? I meant something from my bag!”

“You didn’t say that, it was an open statement.”

“Buck-” she was cut off by him adjusting her on his shoulder while walking down the stairs.

“A deal is a deal.”

She pretended to put up a fight as he put her in the car and buckling her in, giggling the whole time. He quickly ordered the outfit he wanted then drove off. On the way to his home, she was so energetic and talkative. Bucky couldn’t stop the smile on his face, every word, and any silence; was so light and relaxed. He felt like he could abundantly breathe for the first time in his life.

All his worries about what would happen if he opened up. If he showed more of his true nature, being overly confident and pushy. Drained with every laugh he got out of her. Even resting his hand on her thigh verified this to be different, as she rested her hand upon his. Absentmindedly tracing her fingers over his rings, veins, and sometimes rubbing her thumb back and forth, in a soothing manner.

He was thinking there would be some interval in the happiness once they got to his condo. But there was no awkwardness. Small talk while he gave her the tour, holding hands the whole time. He’d ordered some food for dinner, knowing they both just wanted to be alone and lessen any responsibility.

After dinner, finally came the lapse in the comfortable air. They were in his room, she was unpacking her things and organizing them. As she didn’t get the chance to before with the rush she was in earlier. Sitting on the mattress when done. She was thinking of something, chewing her bottom lip.

“What’s wrong?” he sat beside her, concerned.

“I have something to tell you, and I am afraid it’ll scare you away. It pushed others away before.” Most of it was a mumble, but he wrapped an arm around her. Trying to reassure her, he wasn’t going anywhere. He had an idea of what she was going to say, per his previous conversation with Sam.

“You couldn’t get rid of me, even if you tried. I’d just have to sweep you off your feet again,” he said teasingly, but he was serious. He’d come too far emotionally to ever let her go, he’d do anything to make sure she’d stay. Dash his pride, his past, his wounds. He’d chase after her, but listen and make an effort to woo her again and again if needed.

“I’ve never been with anyone, like physically. I mean some heavy petting, but never any sex. And no one seems to want someone so experienced, it’s too much of a hassle I guess. I’ve always been scared of it just not being the right person. That it’d happen and I’d never see them again. I was scared about the pain and discomfort of sex, then have my heartbroken afterward. But when you look at me,” she turned to look into his intensely blue eyes. “I feel like you’d never hurt me, at least you wouldn’t mean to.”

It almost sounded like a warning, but truly, it was a wish, a hope. For him to not use her. To make sure this was jointly wanted.

“Never. Not on purpose, maybe on accident, I’ve fucked up things before. Said the wrong thing and try too hard, only for it to be the wrong way to attempt. I’d never betray your loving nature intently.”

“I love you,” the words were so confident it echoed through his being. The way her lips slotted against his in a hunger, caused him to grunt a bit before pulling her into his lap to straddle him. Groping at the back of her thigh with one hand as the other got tangled in the hairs at the base of her nape. Tilting her head back to deepen the kiss, as it became sloppy.

Clothes became too heavy and hot, she started to undo the buttons on his shirt, wanting to feel his skin against hers. He pulled away a bit.

“We don’t have to do anything-” she shut him up with another kiss this time nipping his top lip, “-we can wait.” She rolled her hips over his growing erection causing him to grip her hips tightly, to stop her.

“Bucky,” she whimpered. “Please, I never had wet dreams until you. We’re alone. I love you; I want you. I want you to be my first and only.”

His forehead fell to her shoulder, he could feel himself shaking. He had never wanted one person as much as right now. Now she was willing to give it all to him, and he felt less than worthwhile to receive any of it. But the heat of her skin and unsteady beating of her heart, made him realize something.

Even if he didn’t deserve her. She warranted someone who would love her fully and that. That he could commit to. She met a standard to be shown the affection she gives; he would do his best. He might not suitable for her, but he would do everything in his control to be and give what she deserved. He could become worthy to give her thousands of experiences she’d never had before.

“I love you, too.” The only words he could muster before pressing their lips together again. Letting his hands wander and squeeze anywhere he felt the need to. Lips did the same, across her face and neck. Before removing her shirt in one fluid motion. Discarding her bra before his shirt and hugging their chest together.

The soft pant of skin to skin that left her, pulled him back a bit. He needed to relax her, make her ready for him. Go slow. Now was not the time to lose his focus.

Guiding her to stand up with him, he started to undress them both fully, peppering her with kisses. “Have you ever orgasmed before?”

“Not really, anytime I tried, it would get too intense and I couldn’t push through or find what would push me over. Never really wanted to try toys either,” said she sighing as he kneaded her breast.

“I’ll push you through, but if it truly becomes too much and you want to stop, tell me red.”

“Like a light?” She trailed her hands up his chest to his broad shoulders.

“You can just tell me too, communicate, tell me what felt good. But sometimes no or stop slips out when you don’t mean it, or it’s part of a broken sentence, so say red to stop me.”

“Got it,” she kissed him again pressing her chest against his. Cupping her face before tilting it to give him better access. Slow and passionate, trying to get her to slow, she just wanted to jump into it. She was anxious and excited.

“Lie down, baby.” Kissing her forehead before letting her go, she lied on her back. She didn’t feel unease about her body until now, while he was staring down at her and biting his lip. He rested on top of her kissing down to her boob licking and nipping at her nipple. Earning soft gasps and whimpers from her. The hand he’d rested on her hip moved to do slow circles around her clit.

A squeak of his name made him smile. Small moans followed after, ‘oh’ and ‘please’, although she wasn’t sure what she was asking for. But it felt so good a high keen slipped out as he traced a finger over her slit. A pleased moan fell out of him from the amount of slick there.

Pulling away to situate himself in between her thighs. Her eyes were wide, as he moved her thighs onto his shoulders.

“Been wanting to do this since your pool party. You don’t know how bad I wanted to spin you around and just eat you out there. Your friends and one-piece swimsuit were the only things holding me back.” The way his words made her throb made her try to close her legs, but his head was in the way. Bucky gave her a crooked smile before leaning down and licking along her seam. Giving him a throaty moan and gripping the sheets.

Slow and diligent laps across her folds and clit already had her keening and one hand moving to grip his soft short locks. Laxing her head back into the pillow. A desperate, ‘more’ fell out along with whines and whimpers. Leaving open mouth kisses along her opening before pressing his tongue inside her. Her hips lifted a bit as his nose brush across her clit.

Bucky’s hip rutted a bit into the mattress as her moans flowed more and now both of her hands were gripped in his hair, pulling him closer.

“Sweet as honey, baby,” he mumbled before inserting a finger to work along with his tongue. A high whine straggled after her thighs tightened around his head. Curling and rubbing his finger around her entrance, to stretch any possible hymen left.

“No, no, no,” she was very close and starting to get to the point where she usually stops. Bucky slowly pressed a second finger, causing her to gasp and pull on his hair. Grunting against her clit, he sucked it into his mouth harshly. Causing her to give him high pitch moan, fisting his hair, and arching off the bed. Nipping on her button while curling his fingers into her soft spot, her coil snapped with a scream of his name.

Bucky helped her ride out her orgasm as she rocked her hips on his fingers. As she calmed down, Bucky pulled out his fingers and licked up her folds one more time before pulling her legs off his shoulders.

He couldn’t hide his cocky and prideful smile at her heaving chest, sweat-damp brow, and vacant eyes. “How was that?” It was an almost rhetorical question, but he did want to check in on her.

“I-I-” she cut off and just smiled at him adoringly. His disheveled hair and slick-covered face. Reaching out her arms to him, gesturing she wanted him closer. He wiped a hand over his mouth and chin, getting the excess then wiping it on the sheet before leaning on top of her. She whined a bit.

“What, love?”

“I like you on top,” she panted a bit, her heart finally slowing a bit. “The pressure feels really nice.”

His lip twitched up a bit before finding hers. “Would you like to rest?” he asked, barely pulling away causing their lips to brush as he spoke.

“I want more, sir,” she whispered before wetting his lip with her tongue. The gleam in her eye told him she had noticed the way he reacted to that word, long ago.

“Don’t think you can handle more, baby.” He ran a finger along her folds. “Already made a mess out of you and my sheets.”

“Let me make a mess on your cock now,” Bucky groaned a bit before pressing his erection again her folds. He didn’t think she’d be one for dirty talk and it attempted him.

“You’re so small, don’t think you could take me all tonight,” he meant it, but his desire was getting the best of him as he rutted against her.

“Please, sir,” a whimper. Bucky couldn’t stop the groan from his throat.

“Let me get a condom,” he started to get up but she wrapped her legs around him.

“I’m on birth control,” she said in a nervous rush, he raised an eyebrow at her. “Well Lyric told me if I wanted you, I should start something. So, I get the shot, because it’s appointments I have to go to and not just a pill I could forget to take.”

“You talked to your friends about me, like that?” He wasn’t sure why but he was a bit shocked.

“I mean, yeah. I did the first time I woke up sweating and throb between my legs,” she said before tightening her legs around him. The soft smile on his lips was enough to calm her back down to disclose one more thing. “I’d like to feel you, just you, for my first time.”

He unwrapped her legs from him and started to get up, ignoring her protest as he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a bottle. “Then we’ll use lube, make sure you don’t dry and that it’s as comfortable as can be.”

She bit her lip while watching him rub his length with the lube, watching the way it bobbed and tracing the veins with her eyes.

“Like what you see?” He gave her a bold smile; she nodded in response. He got extra on his hand before leaning over and rubbing it on her folds as well.

Re-positioned on top of her, he hooked her legs back onto his hips. Prodding gently at her pussy with the head of his dick. He glanced back up at her, make sure there was no fear or regret.

“I love you,” she whispered just as he pushed the tip inside her. Bucky’s face contorted in pleasure, almost burning hot inside while squeezing him so securely. Collapsing onto her, but resting most of his weight on his arms

“Absolutely love you,” he captured her lips before pressing into her more, slowly. Absorbing all her mewls and gasps. Waiting a minute or two before pushing in an inch at a time. Until he finally bottomed out, letting out a rumbled moan. He could stay forever in her tight hot core. Taking all of his control to not start slamming into her. It could wait, if not now, then another time. She wasn’t going anywhere, she is his.

Her small pants of pain turned to a soft moan as he twitched and throb inside her. Bucky pushed up from his foreman to his hand. Looking at where they were connected.

Then he saw the bulge, the increase in her skin from where he was inside her. His hand immediately felt it, rubbing where the tip was with his thumb. Causing her to gasp then whimper.

“You’re so little, you can feel and see me right here,” he rubs his hand over the rise. “As if I’m about to spilt you open,” he nearly growled those sentences, pressing his hips down more watching her skin. Showcasing his movements.

“Buck-” she stopped once he raised an eyebrow at her. “Move, sir,” it came out as a whine. He moved from supporting himself on his wrist to his arms. Kissing her fervently while slowly dragging out of her, she squirmed feeling every vein and throb as he moves out, leaving only the tip before pressing into her again. Swallowing the moans, she gave him as thrust a bit deeper the second time.

“S’ good, baby. S’ tight, clamping down on me,” he grunted, his face scrunched in pleasure and control, rocking into her languidly. She was urging him on, moving her hips to meet his, securing her legs around his waist. “You’re so greedy,” he nipped her neck while rutting into her faster. Trying to stay shallow, not wanting to hurt her.

“More,” a soft cry of his name, “harder.” The way her walls clenched and started to suck him in more. He knew she was getting close again. She came last time from a bit of pain, so maybe she did need him to go harder.

“Careful. What. You. Wish. For.” Snapping his hips with each word, her cries of pleasure almost covering the salacious sounds of her slick and their skin meeting. She still tried to keep up with his pace, needing more. Bucky quickly shoved her leg up, letting her ankle rest on his shoulder. Angling his hips again and again before he found a spot that made her whimper and vice around him. Causing him to moan before thrusting into her deeper.

Pants, squeals, and gasps were all she could manage, her voice going hoarse, outside of getting out broken pieces of his name and pleas. Her nails digging into any section of his skin she could reach, needing the purchase. Bucky’s moans were echoing in her ears, his hips rhythm was losing its consistency.

“Cum for me, baby,” his thumb started tight circles on her clit. Her whole body tensed as she let go with a silent scream, shuddering as he kept moving. “S’ good for me,” he stilled as the constriction became too much, drenching her walls with his release. Crumpling onto her, trying to keep some of his mass off her, letting his head rest on hers as both of them tried to even their breathing.

“You held back,” she breathed as he pulled back. Starting to pull out of her, she whined.

“You can’t take more, yet,” she wrapped her legs around him the best she could, they felt so heavy. He raised an eyebrow at her but paused as he saw a small fear in her eyes. “Baby?”

“Don’t go,” she whispered. He understood she meant in general, not now.

“You’re mine,” he rested his forehead on hers before kissing her deeply. “I’ll fuck you raw next time to make sure you know it and always feel me.” He groaned as she fluttered around his softening dick. “Fuck you against the wall, on my desk, bent over, in my car, in the shower. Make love to you in bed. You’re not going anywhere.” She kissed him before biting her lip as he pulled out all the way.

“Fuck me awake?” she raised an eyebrow at him with a promiscuous smirk.

“You’re insatiable already?” He joked a bit, sit back on his haunches, smiling the way his cum pooled out of her.

“It’s your fault, giving me wet dreams, making me yours,” she sat up, with a bit of resistance from her muscles, to kiss him. “So, take responsibility,” she bit his lip softly.

If he could get hard again right now, he’d be pounding her back into the mattress. He was worried she’d be shy with sex and kinks, but it seemed all the repressed years were making her avid. ‘I’ll take her in all forms. Take her anywhere, she not going anywhere. Maybe she’s dreamed this as long as I have.’

“I’ll have to tame that smart mouth too it seems,” he chuckled before getting off the bed. Helping her up and leading her to the bathroom. “Let’s clean up, love.”

Showering together was somehow more intimate than the sex; as she helped him wash and he massaged shampoo into her hair. Domestic even. Only sexual as he groped her breast while they rinsed off, kissing along her shoulders. But even then, it was more loving than sensual. Wrapped in towels they re-entered the bedroom. Small laughs from the scene that was the bed; messy, screwed up bed sheets, pillows, and blankets askew. Before cleaning it up and changing the bedding.

A playful yelp comes from ___ as Bucky rips her towel away and pushes her onto the fresh bedding. Pulling off his towel before getting into the bed with her. Easily maneuvering her to rest his chest to her back on their sides. How they laid Monday night, expect they were nude this time, hugging her tightly to him.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled while adjusting her head on his arm. He hummed softly before rutting his hard erection to push between her soft thighs. Smiling into her hair, feeling her cunt throb as his dick brushed against her opening.

“S’ needy,” he groaned then slid into her, immediately she started moving. He moaned before lightly smacking her hip. Grinning as she stilled, but her walls continued to flutter. “Control yourself, behave,” he kissed along her neck, while she mewled a bit. “You wanted me to stay so badly, so hold still. I’ll fuck you awake and I won’t hold back,” he nipped her neck before laying back down. “Go to sleep, baby.”

Being woken up with an orgasm was far more exhilarating than Honey thought it would be. But Bucky wasn’t done with her yet. Shoving her face down, gripping her hair, while pounding into her from behind, the feel was immensely different. The angel, the sting of spanks he could deliver, the torture on her clit, and most of all, how this started to numb her legs.

She was more insatiable than Bucky thought, recovering almost quicker than himself. He was liking the standard of little to no clothing they started to have. Random quickies, different positions, finding she likes going down on him too. She tried to wear the one piece of lingerie she brought, but it was quickly torn to pieces.

Bucky was exceedingly excited when the lingerie he ordered showed up. Black lace, garter belts, crotchless, and it hugged her body perfectly. It was all she wore for the rest of the weekend. He loved the quick access and she didn’t mind either.

A perfect weekend, to try and quench their needs before life and work came back. Filled with love, take out, being overly open in every way, being their truest selves, and general comfort. As Bucky cuddle with Honey, her head on his chest, Sunday night. He was already planning a retreat, somewhere far away, for at least a month. Knowing the slam of reality of returning to their busy lives and keeping them away from each other. Was a few measly hours away.

He pressed a soft kiss to her head before whispering, “thank you for loving me,” and drifting off to sleep. Dreaming of the vacation he was planning. Glimpses of their future as well.

Author’s Note: (continued)

Honey and Klee-Klee were actual nicknames I personally had in high school. My husband calls me that and babe the most outside of my name. Since this is reader-insert, I decided to use them all. I run cold also, like naturally colder hands and feet. Idk where the saying came from, but I’ve heard it so many times after shaking someone’s hand for the first time. “Cold hands, warm heart.” Also Lyric and Veronica are actually my friends, basically the only two friends I really have. My best friends whom I love for being there for me, even when I isolate and push everyone away. They are still there for me as if no time as pasted, when I come back. I could have continued this forever. I was so worried it’d be like 15k. I know long fics ain’t for everyone, so thank you reading this and reaching here if you did 💖

And I’m sorry if he seems so out of character. But I wanted Soft CEO Bucky. Without rewriting or stealing too much from Bee.

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