The Hero And The Thief [[Bucky Barnes]]

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P.S. I won't be giving any 'smut' warnings ;)

Also, I'm from London so there will be English terms. E.G lift instead of elevator etc

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Bucky

This woman was insatiable.

She was clearly magic behind the bar and everyone stared in awe as she made cocktail after cocktail, and shot after shot. I finally got my blow job and she got her creamy pussy. When everyone struggled to stand that was my cue to take her home.

I waited for her to gather her belongings and she said bye to everyone, earning a loud cheer and a tight hug from Thor, making her grunt slightly. She awkwardly patted his back and he let her go.

"Got everything?" I asked.

"Bag, phone and keys," She said, tapping the bag on her shoulder, "I have everything. I can walk home, you know,"

"No way," I said, "I'm not letting a lady walk home unaccompanied,"

"I only live-"

"I'm not taking no for an answer," I said, "A gentleman never lets-"

"A lady walk home alone," She said as we walked over to the lift, "Is Steve coming with us?"

"Not after the last cocktail. Too much Asgardian alcohol for him,"

"I'll message him in the morning to say sorry," Lily bit into her lower lip and I swallowed hard.

"Good idea," I said, "You have his number,"

"To talk films," She said, "Why, are you jealous?"

"What would you say if I told you I was jealous?"

I saw a faint blush on her cheeks, "I would give you my number and tell you to hit me up sometime,"

I held back a groan and we reached the ground floor in silence. She stepped out first and I watched her ass as I followed behind her. I tilted my head not caring that I was being a pervert. I felt my heart race as she looked over her shoulder catching me out.

"Stop staring at my ass,"

"I'm so sorry!"

"There are better things to stare at," She laughed and left the building. The cool air was nice against my flushed skin, "This way."

"I should have asked where you lived before walking you home. Now it feels like I'm being walked home by you,"

"Well," She said, tucking her loose hair behind her ears, "If you are a good boy, then maybe I'll invite you in,"

Her eyes met mine and I felt fireworks going off in my stomach. The burn only intensified the closer we got to her apartment block. She unlocked the entrance door and motioned me to follow her.

I did. Like a horny teenager.

She lived on the first floor in a contemporary apartment, with an open living space and large windows looking out onto the city of New York. The decor was simple but felt homely. It was clean and not a thing out of place. The kitchen was almost sparkling clean and she put her shoes away in the cupboard by the front door.

I kicked my boots off as she motioned me in.

"Did you want a drink?" She asked, opening her fridge, "I have wine. That's about it. I don't even drink wine, but it was a gift from someone at work,"