Marvel/Actor Stories

Drunk Secret (B.B. smut)

Drunken Bucky (let's pretend he can get drunk), admits that he has feelings. Things start to happen but you stop it because he's drunk. But then as you talk about it all, more thigns start to happen.

Warnings: Language, PG-13 smut at first, then more smut type smut (if that makes sense) dry-humping (don't judge).

I walked over to the bar, Bucky had gone to drink after Tony's comment about thinking I'm sexy. It was weird, like it bothered him that Tony found me attractive. "Hey, Buck. What's going on?"

He looked over at me and he looked wasted. "Hey, Ada. Shouldn't you be wrapped up around Stark by now?"

I huffed, "He is just being Tony. Besides... what does it matter to you who I get wrapped up with?" I challenged.

He threw back a double shot, then huffed. "It shouldn't. I just..." He stopped talking and stared at me. So I grabbed his arm, "Let's get you to bed, Buck. You need to sleep this one off." He stood up and let me put his flesh arm around my shoulders. "Fine."

I walked him to the elevator and we got in. He leaned against the wall, pulling me over to him and gripping my hips.

"Buck... what are you..." "I don't like Tony looking at you that way. I don't want any guy doing it." I blushed.

His face was inches from mine, the smell of vodka strong as he spoke. I had my hands on his chest to keep my balance from him pulling me. "Why's that?" I whispered.

"Don't you see, doll?" He moved closer, his nose brushing mine. My mouth twitched up toward his without me in control.

He chuckled, "You want me, sugar?" I was bright red. "I uh..." "It's okay to say yes." His lips feathered over mine, making my doubt melt. Did he really feel that way?

Before I could speak or kiss him the elevator opened. He stood up straight and put his arm around my shoulders again, like nothing was just about to happen.

When we got to his room I walked him to his bed, and went to put him down. He pulled me with him, sitting me on his lap with his hands resting on my hips. "Bucky..." I whimpered.

"Do you want to leave, sugar? I'll stop and you can walk out that door if you want." I shook my head and ran my fingers through his hair. "I want to be right here." He brushed his lips over mine again, when I didn't back away he pressed fully into them.

As things got more heated I felt bad. He is pretty drunk. "Buck, we should stop. You're drunk."

He pouted, and I couldn't resist kissing those plump lips one more time. "But I've wanted to do this for so long."

"You'll want to remember this, Buck. I'm not sure you will tomorrow." He nodded then kissed me long and slow. I moaned lightly into his mouth. "Oh, sugar. You're right... but.."

He pulled his phone out, surprising me slightly. He turned on his camera and kissed my neck. My eyes closed as my head fell back, enjoying his lips on my skin. Then he kissed my lips hungrily.

He had taken a few pictures, putting a rather steamy one as his lock and home screen. It was sweet, yet hot. "Now I'll always have a reminder.... besides the fact that you're sexy, my little princess. I love you." He whispered in my ear.

I froze, "Bucky..." He pulled back and smoothed my hair, "I'm sorry. I uh... I love you, Ada. Have for a while now." He admitted.

I pouted my lips, "I really hope you remember this in the morning. For now you should sleep, okay?" I said softly. He nodded slowly, "Alright. Will you stay until I fall asleep?" He sounded vulnerable. I nodded and moved off of him, "Sure. I can do that."