1941 {Bucky Barnes x OC}

18.

*smut warning*

A couple of weeks pass from that night. He asked me about getting a house together. We had talked about looking for a house, outside the city.  Settling there long term. We hadn't told anyone yet.

"Who would've thought it'd be so hard to find a house?" I mumble to myself as I flip through the listings we were given as I mix ingredients for a cake.

"It's quite stressful to be honest." He glances at the listings in his hands and seems relatively distracted.

"Does this taste okay?" I offer a battered finger to him.

I watch as he draws my finger beyond his lips slowly, before withdrawing it. "Needs more nutmeg." He says thoughtfully as he stares at my finger. I could do this all day.

"Are you sure?" I ask, batting my eyes.

He fiddles around for a moment with ingredients, mixing the bowl. He wraps his left arm around my waist firmly, reaching towards the counter with his right hand, before offering me his own batter covered finger at my lips.

I do as he did, slowly taking his digit into my mouth tauntingly. I see him watching the movements of my mouth intently.  "How's that baby girl?" He asks lowly as my tongue makes light work of cleaning his finger off.

I release a thoughtful hum, before he withdraws his digit reluctantly from its newfound comfort. "So good..." I hum.

"It's not nice to tease me, y'know." He scolds, with a mischievous glint on his face, as he taps my lip with the same finger.

"Not teasing... just warming up." I tell him as I easily climb on his hips. He places his hands firmly under my bum to support me and takes me to our bedroom.

"What're we warming up for doll?" He plays foolish.

"What you dream of at night." I whisper in his ear, sending chills through his spine. His breath catches as I gently nip the skin just below his ear. "Hard time breathing there Barnes?"

"Just uh, a bit cold in here." He stutters out as I run my hand under his shirt, feeling the muscles in his back.

"Says the guy who doesn't understand doing warm ups." I say pointedly.

"Teach me then." He whispers. "Tell me exactly what you like."

I smile as we stand and face one another. We make quick attempts to undress each other. Both of us desperately seeking skin to skin contact. I kiss him feverishly. Once he's been stripped down I take in the sight of his chiseled body, always amazed by how good it looks.

He gazes at my own naked body, biting his lip as he ghosts his hand over my curves. As he thinks vividly about every inch he touches.

"I am head over heels, embarrassingly, devastatingly, in love with you. I want you in every way I can think of." He says as his hand reaches my hip, clutching firmly.

"Then have me. Now." I tell him, looking at him through my lashes.

I don't have to say much else before he's shifting me to sit at the edge of the bed. He kisses down from my neck painfully slow, ensuring he leaves his mark every time he finds a new spot for his lips. As he lands at my thighs, he makes a point of avoiding where I want him. He ensures he brushes against me or breathes a puff of air directly at my centre.

"Please..." I whine softly, resisting a frustrated groan. "Bucky." I whine longingly.

Saying his name is all it takes for him to begin. His mouth and hand easily work my centre, I knot my fingers in his hair and tug a bit at each precise movement.