Bucky Barnes One Shots

Rusted Barstool

Summary: Bucky's late to your date with him. He's furious when he arrives and sees a group of guys huddled around you.
Word Count: 1.4k

The music blares in your ears as you fiddle with the rips in your jeans. You had a feeling Bucky would be late. Sometimes he gets held up, but you don't mind, cause he makes it up to you by treating you like a goddamn queen. Which to him, you are.

A buzzing sound catches your attention. You angle your phone towards you and see Bucky texted you.

Bucket <3: Hey doll sorry
I'm running late. Tony had me
stick back to do some stupid
shit. God I hate him. I promise
I'll make it up to you ;)

You smile at your phone like a lovesick teenage girl. When you're were with Bucky, it always makes you feel like that.

Over at the avengers compound, Bucky's getting in his car. He buckles up and is about to start driving, when his phone buzzes. A huge smile forms on his face when he sees it's from you.

Doll <3: No worries.
Can't wait to see you <3

Bucky tosses his phone into the passenger seat as he starts racing down the street to the bar.

You fiddle with some of the peanut shells on your table. For some reason, whenever you come to this bar, you and Bucky always choose the corner booth. It's become, your guys' booth. Probably because you had your first kiss in the booth. I know right. So romantic.

It wasn't planned. It just happened. You weren't even on a date. The two of you came here with Steve and Sam. Sam ended up getting super drunk and Steve had to take him home. You and Bucky stayed and continued talking. One thing lead to another, and the next thing you know, his tongue was down your throat.

At first your relationship was just sex. Bucky was very closed off about his feelings. He told you he wouldn't care if you had sex with another man. So the next time the team went out together, you flirted with a guy.

Bucky was watching from across the bar. Steve was talking to him, but he wasn't listening. His eyes were glued to you and the guy you were talking to.

He planned on letting you go home with that guy. He knew that the wimp you were talking to would never pleasure you like he does. He had ruined you for any other man. And you both fucking knew it.

But then, the guy kissed you. Bucky really tried to keep his cool, but rage and jealousy got the best of him and he marched across the bar over to you. He pushed the dude off of you. Like really pushed him, to were he fell off his rusted barstool. He then grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the bar.

Once the two of you were at his apartment, he tore you apart. Making you come undone countless times on his fingers, tongue, and cock. He then told you that he wanted you to be his girlfriend and you were to tired to really care what was happening, so you said okay.

You've been dating for almost two years.

A group of guys huddle around your booth causing you to look up. "Hey there cutie pie," one of them says. You ignore him and start scrolling through Instagram on your phone.

"What? Cats got ya tongue?" Another asks. The rest let out loud laughs. You start nervously tapping your boots on the checkered floor.

"Why are you here all by yourself?" The larger one asks. You still ignore them and try to think of an excuse to say.

"I think she wants to be left alone," you look over and see the bartender. Since you and Bucky come here quiet often, you've befriend the bartender. His name is Phill.

Phill knows how dangerous Bucky is. And how over protective his is of you. "Is that what you want?" One of them asks.

"Yes," you firmly say. Phill nods, "you heard her."

The group of men cackle wildly. Phill sees the door open and Bucky walk in. They make eye contact and Phill motions to you. Bucky sees the group of guys surrounding you. Anger consumes him as he makes his way over to you.

He squeezes in between the guys— more like shoves two of the guys apart so he can freely walk through. He slides in next to you and kisses you roughly. Making it obvious he put his tongue in your mouth.

He pulls away, leaving your lips red and swollen. You stare at him with lovesick eyes while his are filled with lust. Bucky turns to the group of guys. "Can I help you?" He asks in a harsh tone. The lust in his eyes is gone and replaced with anger.

"This your girlfriend?" One of them asks.

"What's it to ya?" Bucky asks. They chuckle. Bucky's jaw clenches as he narrows his eyes.

"Why don't you come with us sugar pie?" The same dude asks.

"Nah I'm good," Bucky says with a smirk. You press your forehead to his shoulder. The guy chuckles as he looks at Bucky. "I was talking the her," he says.

"She's not going anywhere with you," Bucky says firmly as he grips your thigh tightly.

"You don't own her," the guy says.

Bucky slowly stands up to meet their height. "Shit," you and Phill say in unison. You stand up and grab onto Bucky's arm.

"She doesn't wanna go with you, so beat it," Bucky says through gritted teeth. You grab his hand and interlock your fingers through his.

"How do you know what she wants?" The dude asks. Bucky chuckles dryly as he stares the dude down. "Usually when you fuck someone enough times, you learn what they want and don't want," Bucky says.

The guy turns his attention to you. "He's obviously not pleasuring you enough, why don't you come with me. I'll show you how a real man treats a lady," he says.

Bucky let's out a growl as he starts walking towards the dude. You pull him back. "No thanks I'm good. I can tell by how you act and also how you look that you don't know how to pleasure a women. And I wanna have sex in mine and my boyfriends apartment. Not your mom's basement," you say. Bucky looks at you with a proud expression.

The group of guys snicker some laughs as their "leader" gets embarrassed. "Whatever. You're probably a lousy lay anyways," he snarls as he walks away.

Bucky grips your hand tightly. "Ow Bucky," you whisper and he loosens his grips. Bucky looks at Phill. "Thanks for looking after her for me Phill," Bucky says.

"Anytime Bucky. You two have a good night," Phill says.

"You too," you say. He smiles and walks away. Bucky sits down and pulls you with him.

"How was work?" You ask. Bucky grabs your legs and drapes them over his. "Boring. I missed you," he says. You smile and fiddle with his metal fingers. "I missed you too," you say.

"I miss how you feel wrapped around me. The taste of you on my tongue. The noises you make when I'm inside of you," he says seductively. You smirk at him. "Maybe later," you say.

"I didn't hurt those guys. I was a good boy for you," Bucky pouts. His hand slides up your thigh. You stop it and press your lips against his. "I said, maybe later," you say. Bucky looks at you with puppy dog eyes.

"I love you," he says sweetly as he presses his nose to yours. He puts his hand back on your thigh. This time he finds the rip in your jeans on your thigh and goes under the fabric.

"I love you too," you say and peck his lips with yours. His metal hand goes behind your neck as he pins your lips to his. He slides his tongue in your mouth and mixes his saliva with yours.

He pulls away and kisses your ear lobe before trailing his kisses down your jawline and neck. He leaves wet splotches over your neck from his sloppy, wet, open mouth kisses.

"Fuck fine. Let's go," you say. Bucky pulls away and let's out a cheer of victory. He grabs your hand in his and exits the bar.