Bucky Barnes Oneshots

That Professor Barnes

You quickly dashed into the auditorium, your hair flying in different directions, and sticky notes fluttering off your books. Your friend, Maven, signaled you over to one of the middle rows where she was sitting, and you sighed as you sat down.

"Rough morning?" Maven asked.

"You could say that. So, the new professor is coming in today?" You asked grabbing your notebook. "I'm sad Mrs. Summers had to go."

Maven laughed. "She was on crack half the time. And the other half she was asleep."

"That's why I'm gonna miss her, because she was so easy. My one saving grace during dumb college exams. I'm afraid this new guy will make us actually do stuff." You huffed, blowing a few strands of hair out of your face.

"I'm not even sure how she got hired, but, yeah, the new professor should be here. Mr. Barnes I think is his name."

"Mr. Barnes? Sounds like some old man." You sighed checking the time. "An old man that had a hard time getting out of bed, he's late."

"Well, I'm glad we're sitting in the middle, wouldn't wanna smell some old professor." Maven snickered as you laughed.

"Sorry class." A deep silky voice sounded. "My car wouldn't start so I had to take the bus."

You and Maven both looked up to see a very handsome man entering the room. Most definitely not an old man. His piercing blue eyes lingered on you for a second before he walked over to the board.

"I am Mr. Barnes or Bucky, your new history professor. And I like my class up close and engaging, so everyone please fill up these front rows." He said as everyone eyed him. "Come on, move up, that is unless you want me to seat you in alphabetical order."

That got everyone moving quickly, so quickly in fact, that the only place left for you was in the front row. You cursed under your breath as you ambled toward the front.

"Don't be shy. I don't bite." Bucky chuckled, and then, soft enough so only you could hear. "That is unless you want me too."

Your head quickly whipped around, not completely trusting your ears, but from the smirk on his face, he definitely said what you thought he said. You took your seat and looked at Maven who shrugged nervously.

"Sorry." She mouthed.

"Traitor." You muttered underneath your breath.

"Now class, before we begin, I would suggest you take notes as I am giving an intense exam at the end of the semester." He said as everyone groaned. "Also, before you say anything, yes, I know I'm a young professor, but that means I'm more approachable for help. Keep up and you should get a passing grade."

You watched as he shrugged off his over coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves, causing his strong arms to show. You let out a shaky breath. Geez, could that man be any more distracting?

Bucky grinned as he watched your expression. "Let's get class started, shall we?"

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You were having a difficult time concentrating. You tried to focus on just scrawling notes down, but Bucky seemed to make sure you were engaged.

"Ms. Y/n, could you help me with this next part of the lesson?" He asked, crossing his arms, causing his muscles to scream against the shirt.

Holy freak, could he just stop that! You couldn't find your voice, so you just nodded. He slowly dragged a chair toward the center and motioned for you to sit down.

"Class, I am going to show you how some of the people used to tie up prisoners. Unfortunately, in my rush this morning, I forgot my rope, but my tie will do." He said leisurely untying his tie, eyeing you with a smirk.

You gulped nervously as he got behind you, the soft velvet of his tie sliding against your skin. As he tightened the knot, his warm breath fanned against the back of your neck.

"Comfortable?" He whispered darkly into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He beamed as he turned toward the class. "As you can see, they were practically helpless in this situation, leaving them completely at the mercy of their captors."

More shivers shot down your spine as his eyes glazed over with a playful shine and his lips twitched up in a dark smile. He moistened his lips shooting you a wink. He was enjoying this far too much. Walking over to the board, you watched as the fabric of his pants did little to constrain his muscular legs.

"I swear. That man." You mumbled as Bucky tilted his head toward you.

"What was that? Anything you'd like to share with the class?" His face full of utter satisfaction.

"Nope, just making mental notes for the exam." You retorted as he chuckled.

"Very well, then. Pop quiz tomorrow and—"

The bell interrupted him and everyone began to pack up their stuff.

"Just a pop quiz then. Have a nice day."

A chorus of mumbles and "you too" filled the air as people scrambled to their next class. Maven walked down toward you, waiting to go to the next class with you. You looked toward Bucky, hoping he would untie you so you wouldn't be late for your next class.

"Uh, Maven, I must speak with Ms. Y/n, there is no need to wait. Actually, tell her next professor she might be a little late." Bucky mused.

You opened your mouth to say something, but Maven bolted out the door. You were alone with your extremely attractive professor tied to a chair. Not exactly how you planned to come back to school after the weekend. His next class wasn't for another hour, and you groaned.

"Now, now, don't be so upset. You get to know your new professor." He said taking long strides to the door before closing it softly.

"Uh, can you untie me? Kinda don't want to be late for my next class." You said trying to wiggle from your constraints.

Bucky chuckled darkly before grabbing the sides of the chair, his face mere millimeters from yours. He took a deep breath, the warm air spreading across your face, his steel blue eyes swirling with excitement. He gently ran his rough fingers through your hair. Your body went numb, not knowing what he was planning.

"You didn't think our lesson was over, did you?"

Oh freaking crap.