Fifty Shades of Barnes

Artistic Endeavors

He traced his hand down my body stopping right below my ass.
"What makes you think that you're gonna get away with teasing me huh, doll?" He continued to use his hands to explore my body.
"I-I." He began to kiss my next whispering in my ear.
"Use your words doll." He whispered nibbling on my ear. His hand down its way into my panties rubbing circles in my clit. I moaned with pleasure.
"Answer me doll."
"I-I don't know Bucky." I said through my moans. He chuckled burying his face in my neck. He made kisses wherever he went to strip down my clothes. Until I was in my underwear. He looked up at me on his knees.
"Do you want this?" He asked I nodded desperate for him to eat me out. He began to pull down my panties when the sound of loud beeping came out of nowhere. I awoke in the bed of my own room.

DAMN IT. I WAS DREAMING.

I groaned slamming my hand down on the alarm clock struggling to get out of the bed. Why the hell was I dreaming about him like that's just concerning. I'm supposed to hate him, right?

"Rise and shine Y/n!" Bucky yelled while banging pots and pans to make even more noise. That's why. Slowly gaining the energy I got out of bed just to close my door on Bucky's face. He knocked on my door repeatedly which annoyed me even more. I opened the door. "What could your needy ass possibly need now?"
"You look like shit." He said with the pots and pans still in his hands.
"Yeah I don't look like Beyoncé when I wake up. What do you want?"
"Tony wants you to get up because he wants you to take out the trash." I groaned in annoyance.
"Why the fuck can't he get it himself may god." Bucky turned to walk down the hallway, towards the elevator.
"That's for him to know and for you to dot dot dot Y/n." He continued to walk towards the elevator.
"Thanks Katherine that is oh so very helpful." I said closing the door to get changed.

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I walked down the kitchen to take out the trash. Tony wasn't even in the kitchen just Steve and Nat. They were standing uncomfortably close to each other laughing as they gazed into each others eyes. Omg are they flirting?! Let me just screw with them.

"Hey guys." They both jumped away from each other acting like I didn't see their entire Eskimo make out session.  
"Oh hey Y/n. Um what are you doing here?" He asked scratching his neck as a nervous tic. It took everything I had to not burst into laughter.
"Tony told me to go throw out the trash or he'll turn into a big baby and cry about it." I said pointing to the full trash. They looked at each other and nodded back at me. I walked over to tie up the trash bag to take it down stairs.

"Oh and if you don't want the entire team knowing I suggest you get a room." I said winking at them walking back into the elevator. With his hands in his pockets Steve did his classic dad laugh and Natasha laughed too.

After I took out the trash I needed to go to the art store to get more paint, since the ones I had were somehow expired. My main priority today was to avoid Bucky at all costs, that dream just grossed me out in ways I didn't even want to recall. He was hot tho, but that's just me subconsciously fantasizing something that will never happen. After I went to the art store and got a 12x15 in. sized canvas. It wasn't too big but big enough to put in enough details for them to show without being too complicated. I did find it amusing how I carried a giant briefcase of paint brushes and oil paints that was half my size though. I guess you can say I'm a sucker for new supplies.

After I got off of the elevator on my floor I, coincidentally began to struggle hauling all the supplies to my room. I think my body was just catching up with carrying all this. I made it halfway down the hall when the elevator door opened. Shit please don't let it be him, please don't let it be him. I try my hardest to walk faster to my room but that only makes the job worse. It was getting more difficult to carry the canvas along with the giant briefcase and other bags filled with paintbrushes. I was almost there when I dropped the fucking bag filled with paintbrushes, which scattered all over the floor in the hallway.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled already frustrated of dropping the brushes in between my room and Bucky's. I heard footsteps running towards me from behind, progressively getting louder as they got closer.
"Do you need help butterfingers?" Bucky said stopping in front of me in a kneeling position holding up a paintbrush he picked up from the ground.

"Awww are you purposing I'm so flattered." He cocked his head to the side unamused of my snarky remark. "Do I need to ask you again doll?" I took a second to look at the load I was carrying. It wasn't that bad I could manage on my own, but I could use the extra help. Then again he might say I owe him for his assistance, fuck it.

"Sure why not." I said placing the rest of the stuff on the floor to get the rest of the paint brushes closer to me. I looked at him picking up the brushes on his side. He looked confused.
"What's up?" He looked up at me with his ocean blue eyes. Somehow they never cease to make me loose focus on whatever is going on around me.
"What do you mean?"
"You look confused, what you never seen a girl paint before?" He smiled looking up at me.
"No I just didn't think that you were the artsy type." I looked back down at the floor to pick up more brushes, hiding back the growing smile behind my hair.

"Yeah it's just a thing I kept doing since I was a kid. Um my mom would teach me to paint before she became an alcoholic." I continued to look at the floor so he couldn't see the solemn look on my face. He didn't say anything thankfully. I didn't really want him to feel bad for me, I like to hold onto those small moments instead of the bad ones.  I took a deep breath in picking up the last brush.
"But that was a long time ago." I continued as I stood up with the brushes in hand. He held out the bag so I could put them in. He closed the bag and tied it up to give it to me. I reached out to grab it when I accidentally touched his hand with it. I looked up at him which he was already staring back at me. I broke the eye contact to I could get the rest of my things and bring it into my room.
"Do you need help bringing those is. I mean you seem way too small to carry those hefty canvases and paints. I mean you already dropped the paintbrushes." He said giving me a teasing smirk.

"Sure if that means your gonna be my bitch unpacking these too." His breath hitched, he walked up to me as close as he could, eyes darkening. I looked back at him somehow forgetting to breathe. He looked down then back up at me grabbing the art supplies out of my hands.

"My pleasure doll." Doll, that word, just that simple word. God the way it rolls off his tongue it's UGH. The memories of last night's dream comes flooding back. His hands all over me exploring my body. His smell so intoxicating, his eyes piercing through my soul. It wasn't until this moment that I took a good look at him. He was muscular, even through a hoodie, you could see his biceps through the loose sleeves. His sharp ass jawline complimented his brunette hair, which was slicked back but poofy enough to give him volume. His lips weren't thin but they were full enough to show how pink and soft they looked. He was just a god. Who the hell is this man.

He continued to stare at me until he broke contact carrying the supplies with ease, swiftly making his way to my room. He stopped at the doorway while I still stood in the middle of the hallway like an idiot. I walked towards him not knowing what to do because I held nothing.

"Where do you want them?" He asked looking around my room. I pointed to my desk. "Over there on the desk."
He nodded and placed them on the desk then he took the paints and paintbrushes out of the bags.

"What are you doing?"
"I'm taking out the supplies for you. I mean you said I have to help you unload all of this."
"I didn't think you would actually do it. I mean you really don't have to I have a certain way of organizing things." He shook his head.
"I don't mind plus I get to snoop around your room." I rolled my eyes shaking my head in the process.

Time passed by and he finally got out of my room after letting me unload all my new supplies. Finally time to myself. I set up the canvas on my easel and set up the new palette along with the brushes.  I took a good amount of ocean blue paint on my brush and began to paint.