bucky barnes imagines

ii. late

                                      (rewritten)
      stargirl interlude — the weeknd & lana del rey

   It's almost nine in the evening, and you're supposed to be leaving for one of Tony's parties, but instead, Bucky's lips trail down your neck in taunting motions.

    "Buck..." You whisper, gripping the dress shirt he has on. "The party starts in ten minutes," you bite your lip in attempt to keep in the sound that threatened to come out of your mouth as his kisses turned rougher, and his hand trailed up your thigh, lifting the silk dress you had on.

    "And we can't be late again." Your mind goes in a different way when you think about why you were late the last time.

    He pulls away, "Yeah, we have ten minutes, so let's use it." He kisses your lips, pulling at the bottom one.

    "We still have to get there," you mention, even as the thought of leaving was not present in your mind at the moment.

     You decided to hold on to the small amount of self control left, and started to get up. But he pulled you right back on his lap. "Bucky."

    "Mmm?" he replied, still roughly kissing your neck. "We can finish this later..." you said.

   He brought his thumb to your lips, tracing them, and then proceeded to kiss the side of them. "Later huh?" he says in between the kisses.

    "Mhm." you replied, placing a teasing kiss to the skin right below his ear, and bringing your hand to brush over the toned abs below his shirt, knowing exactly what you're doing to him in the process as you feel his breath hitch.

  He grips your hips and comes up to your ear. "You're going to get it later for being a tease."

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   When you finally arrive at the party, surprisingly not as late as you thought you would be, the hours that pass are almost teasing you for what Bucky would bring after dark.