marvel imagines ⋆·˚ ༘ *

I-29 b.b

inspired by "The hills" - The Weeknd
"Swim"- Chase Atlantic
"Freak" - Lana del Rey
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⚠️ warnings: smut, elevator sex, derogatory kink, explicit
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FYI: Bucky is horny. that's it. that's the tweet.
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I didn't notice Bucky was making sure everyone knew I was his until he reached over with his hand, laying it firmly around my thigh.

I gasped at his sudden gesture. Almost spilling my drink onto the short dress I was wearing.

He wasn't looking at me when he had his hand on my leg. His glare was directed at the man on the bar where Natasha was serving drinks.

I tried to ignore whatever game he was playing until his hot breath lightly brushed the delicate skin on my neck.

"Let's go, come on."

He mumbled it so lowly, it almost made me moan on the spot. It was deep and full of sin.

"I'm going to get another drink."

I stood up confidently, knowing well where his eyes are locked on. I didn't mean to tease him, it happens naturally.

Natasha found a way to get rid of the man just when I arrived to get another drink.

"Hey, another one?"

"Yea, I don't know how you do it. How do you get them off you so quickly?"

She grabbed the cups and the liquor, preparing my drink while smiling brightly at my question.

"It's a secret. Although, from woman to woman, just tell them you're going to gut them. It works all the time. Especially if you keep a straight serious face."

We both laugh at her answer, shaking my head in disbelief. Natasha discreetly looking over my shoulder. She giggled taking a sip of her own drink.

"That man's eyes don't ever leave you."

Bucky was in the same position but with his arms crossed, his legs opened as he stared our way.

She gave me the drink before exiting the bar to join the rest of the crew. My mouth reaching the rim of the glass.

On the napkin, in elegant writing, it wrote, Good luck with him. You're so fucked.

I chuckled lightly.

The butterflies in my stomach fluttered thinking of the words on the napkin. I knew he was looking at me from across the room. Just waiting for my permission to get away from here.

My body turned as Bucky raised his eyebrows, frustrated in his seat.

I mouthed him an 'okay', throwing the napkin away, and bringing my drink into the elevator.

He stepped inside without saying a single word. The doors sliding close as he pressed our floor number.

Bucky took the drink from my hand, gulping it down, abruptly bringing his mouth to mine.

His tongue tasting like liquor and cherries. His hand sneaking under my dress, clasping a handful of my ass. The black dress bundling up on my back.