Barnes & Rogers

J.B.B. - Hollywood's Sweetheart

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Actress!Reader
Warnings: Brief SMUT - pretty vanilla and tame
Words: 517

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You hated parties and any other large group functions, but your manager told you that it would be good for you to go to more parties and network. That's how you found yourself at a coveted Tony Stark party with a group of your friends and befriending most of the Avengers there.

You met Bucky Barnes purely by chance after the first party, waiting for a cab as you were ready to leave before your friends. He was sweet and offered you a ride back to your apartment in Brooklyn, which was a few blocks away from his. You took his offer for coffee the next morning and everything was set from there.

Now you were at another one, this time without your friends. You were trying to steal glances at the dark-haired, blue-eyed handsome talking to Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson while you were trying to keep track of the conversation that Maria was having with you and Tony. You both agreed (more than Bucky wanted) to have a lowkey, secret relationship, since you were Hollywood's sweetheart and he was a reformed assassin (according to him) slash prisoner of war (according to you).

So you two spent the entire evening acting like you weren't dating trying to quell the rumors to keep your private life, well, private.

The drive home was in separate cars, talking on the phone with each other as you both described what you wanted to do with each other. Your legs were shaking once you pulled up to his building. The doorman, Kenneth, nodded with a smile to you as you made your way to the elevator. Kenneth was amazing at keeping your anonymity, never once asking for your autograph or calling you by your name. He simply addressed you as "Miss". You had to lean against the elevator wall as it slowly ascended to the fifth floor, your body on fire from Bucky's words.

You exited the elevator, turning once to stand in front of apartment 3E, your knuckles rapping twice before you opened the door and stepped into his apartment, hardly locking the door when he had your front pinned to the wood, his mouth on your shoulder, nipping and sucking as his hands roamed every inch of your body.

"God, I missed you," he whispered, his breath hot at your neck, pulling away to lead you to the bedroom, your eyes catching a glimpse of the bulge hidden in his dark suit pants.

You both barely made it out of your clothes before he had you pinned to the bed, trailing kisses along your neck and shoulder. Your fingers fumbled with the button and zipper, begging for him to fuck you.

"Such filthy words from Hollywood's sweetheart," he chuckled darkly, brushing aside your hands to undo the closure that was fighting you. He slipped your thong aside and entered you fluidly, thrusting harshly into you. The room filled with the sounds of your moans, pants, and the muffled sound of your bodies colliding as he nibbled your ear, whispering how much he wanted to hear you scream his name.