Shooting my Shot (Bucky One-shots)

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Summary: Bucky is out on a mission with Steve and you're stuck at home with the team. All you can do is call or text each other, and things quickly get intense.

Warnings: language, semi-dirty texts, lots of fluff

Length: 920 words (not including the author's note at the bottom)

Notes: there's an announcement at the bottom! Stay tuned for it!

It had been four days since Bucky left with Steve. Four days since he left you alone with the team. 

You were already getting antsy for his touch. You wanted him to hold you and kiss you and send shivers up and down your spine and leave lingering touches across your body.

There was no way it was possible to miss someone this much. Yet there you were, sitting in his bed, sulking and wearing one of his shirts.

You hadn't yet told him you loved him. Hell, you two hadn't showered together or even shared a bed. The most you did was fall asleep on the couch together during a movie. You'd obviously seen him without a shirt, but he had only caught a quick glimpse of you without yours. 

All he would've been able to see was your back, anyway. 

You grabbed your phone when it went off, eager to see who was messaging you. You let out a grin when Bucky's name flashed on the screen.

Bucky: Hey doll

You giggled, feeling your heart flutter in your chest.

Hey yourself

Bucky: I miss you. 

I miss you more. What are you doing?

Bucky: thinking of you

You flirt. What are you really doing?

Bucky: nothing. I'm really thinking of you. What are you doing, doll?

Nothing. I miss you, Buck. When are you coming home?

Bucky: I don't know, doll, I really don't, I'm sorry. I could be home by the end of the week or I could be gone a month.

A month?! You better not be a month! I miss you, Buck. I can't be away from you for a month. I already gave in and put on one of your shirts.

Bucky: one of my shirts? I wanna see, baby

You snapped a quick picture and sent it to him.

Bucky: you look adorable. And you're in my room.

It's warmer than mine. You pulled the blanket over your lap. I'm not wearing shorts under your shirt, either.

Bucky: doll.

It's basically like a dress on me, James! I don't need shorts under it. 

Bucky: are you at least wearing panties, baby?

Maybe I am. Maybe I'm not.

Bucky: if you lie to me I'll take you over my knee. 

I'd like it.

You anxiously waited for a reply, shifting in your spot. Why wasn't he answering you? Did you take it a step too far? You went to text him again, only to be cut off by him calling you.

You answered. "Hey."

"Hey." He breathed. "Sorry, I uh, had to step out of the room. I don't want Steve overhearing." 

"Overhearing what?" You asked innocently, giggling. 

"You're going to be in trouble when I get back." He threatened. "I'm going to take you over my knee, doll. Thank god you're not wearing one of my good shirts, because I'd tear it off." 

You giggled again. "I think you're overreacting. I'm just wearing your shirt and laying in your bed because I miss you and because it's warmer in here."

"The idea of having you in my bed gets me excited, doll. I want to touch you." He paused, then lowered his voice. "In other ways." 

"I'd let you." You whispered, letting the words slip out before you could stop them. You quickly covered your mouth, letting out a startled squeak.

"Would you really?"

"I-I don't know." You squeaked. "It just....it just slipped out." 

"You had me excited for a minute there, baby." He chuckled. "I'd do it if you'd let me. But knowing you're in my bed wearing my shirt without me there is rather irritating." 

"You can't do anything about it." You teased.

"I'll do something about it when I get back." He threatened. 

"And when will that be?" You prompted.

"I don't know." 

You giggled. "Exactly. I'll just stay here, in your bed, in your shirt and only your shirt." 

Bucky's breathing changed. "Doll..." 

"Maybe I'll sleep naked." 

"No!" 

You pulled off the shirt and tossed it to the side, then curled up under the blankets. "That's so much better. What I wouldn't give for you to be here with me."

"You're in so much trouble when I get back." He breathed.

"Good." 

"Let me see." 

"Excuse you?"

"Please?"

You could hear the pleading in his voice. It was barely there at all, yet it was enough to give you a picture of his bright blue eyes in your mind, looking up at you, pleading. 

"I wish you could be here with me." You murmured. "Touching me like I'm doing to myself right now." 

"No!" His voice quivered. "You're mine, only I can touch you." 

"Too late." You breathed, your breath catching in your throat. "God, James, I want you here with me." 

"You're in so much trouble." He whispered.

"I know." You shivered at his voice.

"I can't wait to come home."

You hummed, snuggling into the blankets. 

"Are you tired, doll?"

"A little." 

"Go to bed, doll." He murmured. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you."

"I love you too." You took a quick picture of yourself laying completely naked in his bed, then set your phone aside.

Bucky gasped. "You little shit." 

You giggled sleepily. "Sleep tight, soldier." 

He groaned. "Sleep tight, you little brat."

A/N: hi there! I have two announcements! One of them is to thank you all for 10k reads here. I've been hesitant about my writing, but all of your comments and votes really does mean a lot. It keeps me going.

Anyway, since I'm heartbroken over the events of The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, and I'm terribly upset it's ending in a week, I've made a decision. I know you all have heard me rambling on and on about my next story, so I've decided it's time to share it with you all.

N-701124 will follow Belle, a WWII nurse, who's had more than enough issues with Bucky. She has her own story, yet it gets tangled with his more often than she wants.

More information will be up shortly in the next part. Hope to see you there!

As always, let me know your thoughts :)