One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

46th (BUCKY BARNES)

Summary: Wherein Bucky is involved with the reader in a friends with benefits fiasco, but tries so hard to suppress the shift that ever so persistently dangles in the air of your kitchen.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, sexual-centered relationship (FwB). If you're below 18, please be mindful of your own media consumption. Thanks.

A/N: Let this be a drabble. Got hit by a sudden inspo for this fluffy piece. And yes, it's Bucky. And yes, I love him.

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Honestly, Bucky didn't even know when this thing between you and him started. It was one night after a party Tony threw for absolutely no reason, and he found himself talking hours after hours with you. This lead to him right before your door, entering your place as he scrambled with his and your clothes off, mouth devouring and tasting every inch of your skin.

He thought it was just a one time thing. Yet Bucky found himself, over and over again, right between your legs. Head between your thighs, craving for those sweet little noises spilling out of your lips. He was addicted. And it was the only addiction he wasn't willing to let go.

It was what it was, really. Sex. Simple, carnal, physical, rough, fast, hard fucking. But these past few days, the lines he'd set for himself had blurred. The fine, sturdy line was now barely a scratch.

And the steady hum of your voice floating in the air of your kitchen was not helping at all. The only thing shielding his salacious nudity was his boxers, and yours were your seamless underwear and his white tee shirt a few sizes too big.

"It was kinda scary at first," you chuckled, recounting your first day as one of the new recruits for the SHIELD training, "and I could say I made several friends so it wasn't that bad, either. I remember how I had my first ammo exam, I cut my finger, but I still went on even if I wanted to cry."

His metal arm splayed on the back of your chair, cold fingertips dancing on your back. His fleshy one was perched up the table to support the side of his face as he never even broke eye contact with you ever since you both settled talking there.

The low light of the late afternoon casted through the blinds of your windows, touching your face and sending you an ethereal glow. You were beautiful, it took his breath away. For the record, he always thought you were blessed to win the genetic lottery, but that moment made everything about you just different. Your hair was tied in a careless bun, a few strands flowing freely on the sides of your face, framing it perfectly.

He broke out of his haze as he heard you laugh. He didn't wanna look like he wasn't listening to you, yet he can't convince himself to even smile. It's your fault, he thought.

His face was dead serious as you bent your head and leveled it with his, your nose scrunching up with your eyes fluttering close. And there, he felt it. The constant hammering in his chest, the world pausing with just you two between the quiet harmony, the content isolation he felt with you. He could stay like this forever, if that means he can have you like this, too. Smiling, happy, and just with him.

"Bucky?" Your smile faltered, morphed into a pout, "Are you okay? Still with me-"

He didn't even let you finish, his metal hand wrapping around your torso as he bridged the gap between your lips, mouth crashing against each other. He tasted you again, like he didn't do just that only a few hours ago in your bed and with no clothes on. His tongue delved deeper, dominating your senses, making you weak every single time.

He reached over with his flesh hand, cupping your jaw to feel you even closer. More intimate, better than anything else in the world.

You moved, shifting closer to him from your seat until you were straddling his thighs. You pressed your chest against his body, and Bucky moaned at the loving sensation. You greedily swallowed the happy noise.

Bucky pulled away first, his eyes still closed. His breathing was ragged, so was yours. His eyes fluttered open, blue eyes bright as they bore into you. His beautiful ocean pools never failed to melt you into a helpless puddle.

"Do you wanna go to the bedroom or-"

He cut you off again by putting a finger to your lips. It slipped off, feeling his palm slide under your arm to your nape as the metal one slid down to snake over your hips. Bucky pulled you close to his body, caging you into his strong arms. You couldn't think of anything at all as you wrapped your own arms around him, just his steady puffs and lips on the crook of your neck.

"No bedroom. Not this time." He finally said, voice low and barely above a whisper, "I want you just like this. I want you this close to me. Forever."

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A/N: Definitely not a drabble. Couldn't help myself. Sorry not sorry. :-P