James Buchanan Barnes Imagines

Just another day

Requested by lauralaura3326.

Warning: Large amounts of cussing because....it's Lance. Duh.

Uhm.....so......it's a bit smutty. Pls don't attack me! It's my first time writing something like this! That one scene crossed my mind but I changed it up. Spared you guys from more trauma 😭🤚

Anyways enjoy!

"Shit! Y/n!" Lance shouted, holding his hand near his chest.

You walked down the hall and into the kitchen, your dog following you. Stumbling upon Lance and his bleeding hand, you sighed and grabbed the bandages. It wasn't the first time he's cut himself doing something stupid. Last week, you caught him standing ontop of a bucket that was balancing on a chair, he was reaching for a balloon that hit the ceiling when he tipped the bucket and fell hands first onto the floor. Of course, being the idiot that he is, fucking landed on a pair of scissors that he used earlier. Sometimes you wonder how he's this huge asshole who bragges about his gold and laughs in other people's faces, when he falls all the time and is so soft around you. Mostly.

"The hell did you do this time, dingus?" You asked, as you ran his hand under the cold water.

He rolled his eyes, "I was cutting onions for dinner when I blinked and cut my hand. Fucking peices of shit around this house."

You chuckled through a sigh, "Then why'd you buy them, dumbass?"

He mumbled under his breath as you patched up his hand and turned off the water. Lance was known for fucking girls and leaving them alone, but for you it was a different story. He loved you. He liked the way you dressed, he liked your hair, he liked your eyes, he liked your smile, he liked your personality, he liked the way you walked, and he especially liked the way you'd submit in bed so fast. The inhuman speed he'd go at always brought you immense pleasure, even more so when he'd degrade you while loving you at the same time. You two were inseparable, even in arguments he'd be the first one to apologize and have make up sex to please you back into happiness. He was always there for you, as you were for him.

"Can we just call for Pizza instead?" He asked, walking behind you, "Because I'm not touching another fucking thing today. I'm done."

"Mhm. Sure. And what about tomorrow?" You teased, "Gonna stop touching things then?"

"Not if it's you." He smirked, sitting on the couch, "But then again, I really can't. Not with these band-aids on my goddamn way. I'd fuck you better without them on."

You smiled and forced down a laugh, sitting next to him as you grabbed the remote and flipped through channels. Stopping on his favorite show, you cuddled up next to him while your dog laid down at your feet. You reached over and pet his head, he rubbed against you before you pulled away. Lance pulled you closer to him and kissed the back of your neck as you continued to watch TV. Soon, he started sucking on the back of your neck and rubbing small circles on your stomach. A light moan left your lips as you grabbed his knee, steadying yourself before you completely fell out. He chuckled, sucking harder and massaging your thigh. A whine left your mouth as he moved from the back of your neck to your sweet spot, that one spot that concluded that you were screwed. He slowly traveled his hand higher up your thigh and stopped right before he got to where you needed him most. You bucked your hips, another whine climbed it's way into his ears.

"Lance." You moaned.

"Yes, baby girl? What do you need?" He teased, a devilishly smile creeping onto his lips as he trailed more kisses across your jaw.

"More. Please, Lance. More." You begged, your begging becoming whimpers as he found your sweet spot again.

The sound of you begging just pushed him further into a horny mood. He roughly grabbed your thigh, causing a loud moan to leave your throat as he smiled again. Standing up, he turned you around and picked you up again, your lips pressed against his roughly. He moved his hand up your shirt and backed you into a wall, his body pressed flush against yours. Your tongues fought for dominance, his winning against yours. You started to grind against him, both of you letting out breathless moans.

"If you wanted me so bad, baby girl-" Lance spoke, a loud moan leaving him as you continued, "You could've just asked."

He stopped your hips, pressing his lips against yours again before the doorbell rang. You both groaned as your dog jumped up, racing to the front door and sitting there, continuing to bark until you two got there. Lance pulled away and lightly kissed your forehead as you two made your way downstairs. He cussed out the one who disturbed you two before you went and opened the door. A pizza guy stood there, a smile on his face as he pulled out the pizza box.

"Pizza delivery for a miss L/n?" He asked, looking at you for the answer.

"Yeah." You nodded in confirmation, pulling out a 20 from your back pocket and giving it too him.

The guy left with a quick thank you and got back in his car, speeding of into the streets. Kicking the door closed, your dog following you, you immediately went into the kitchen and sat down the box.

"Oooo, pizza." Lance smiled, drooling like he was a 5 year old boy.

You let out a sigh, moving the box from out his reach as he leaned to get a slice. A look of confusion filled his face before you eyed him, raising an eyebrow.

"You remember last time you ate a slice of pizza and then ended up eating the whole box?" You questioned, your voice firm.

His features twisted at the memory, "I had to lay low on the Championship that day. Fuck, I couldn't be there to win and rub it in Hope's face."

You narrowed your eyes.

"Which isn't the point!" He quickly added, a pout following by, "I won't this time. I promise."

"Good." You smiled, kissing his cheek before leaving to go freshen up, "I'm trusting you!"

Lance gave you a quick nod and a smile, watching you disappear around the corner before he smiled mischievously at himself. He saw out the corner of his eye how the dog looked at him, almost in disappointment.

"What?" He furrowed his eyebrows, rolling his eyes as well, "She'd forgive me!"

The dog tilted his head a bit, as if he was truly questioning that response. Lance mumbled under his breath, knowing that if you asked the dog he'd snitch without a second thought. Grabbing a slice, Lance stormed over to the couch and turned on the TV. The dog came over and sat next to him, laying his head on his thigh.

"You know what you just fucking cost me by looking at me like that?" He asked, truly upset by the dog.

He only looked up at him with curious eyes before he huffed at Lance's answer.

"Fucking angry sex. That's what."