Summary: Bucky wants you. You want Bucky. Only one thing stands in your way; Steve.
Word Count: 3500 words
Warnings: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, Cheating, Fingering, Unprotected Sex
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Bucky had never done it before, thinking of you when he was alone in his room, the door firmly locked. He'd thought about you many times before, but never like this, never as passionately as this as his hand stroked up and down himself, small moans and whispers of your name escaping his lips. It was new to him; it wasn't something he would usually do. He was old fashioned that way, and preferred to wait to be with a woman instead of simply fantasizing. It wasn't his way.
But he couldn't have you – he couldn't wait for you to be his because you already belonged to another, his roommate, his best friend, his brother. Bucky knew that he had no chance with you, not up against him; the man was perfect for you for Christ's sake, a living legends, and what was he? An introvert with a broken mind. You would never choose him, he knew it, and that was the only reason he was fantasizing instead of acting, wishing instead of doing. That was why he found himself sitting on his bed, alone in the dark, pleasuring himself to the thought of you; to stop it from seeping out to the rest of the tower whenever you were around. He didn't want other people to know his business, he didn't want Steve to know what he truly thought of his girlfriend, and he especially didn't want you to know the thoughts that ran through his head whenever he saw you. It was ungentlemanly, and he'd be damned if anyone said he wasn't a gentleman.
He was certain that you thought he hated you, positive that you thought that was the reason that he disappeared from any room that you found yourself in together. But in truth it was because every time he saw you he felt a burning ache to push you up against the wall and have his way with you. It was hard for him to keep his thoughts to himself, and he was certain that each time he licked his lips of blushed at the sight of you that he was letting his true intentions known.
Your name tumbled from his lips once more as he felt himself finish, his pleasure coursing through his body, the guilt following shortly after as his load coated his flesh hand, his metal one gripping at the edge of the mattress. He sighed as the wave ran its course, falling back on the bed and staring up at the blank ceiling. He knew what he had done was wrong, he knew he was probably going to end up in Hell just for the thoughts he had about you, but he knew that was where he was heading anyway, and he hadn't been able to control himself any longer. It was too late – the deed was done.
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You had never done it before, thinking of him when you were alone in your room. You'd thought about him before, but never like this, never as passionately as this as your fingers rubbed delicate circles over your most sensitive spot, small moans and whispers of his name escaping your lips. It was new to you; it wasn't something you would usually do. You had a boyfriend, and you would never normally be the one to think about another man. It wasn't your way.
