Bucky Barnes One-Shots

Her (smut)

It was another Friday night at one of Stark's infamous parties. You looked around the room, looking at people dancing and drinking.

You made your way across the dance floor, continuing to glance at the crowds. One pair of crystal blue eyes locked with yours.

"Well, goddamn, y/l/n. You about gave me a heart attack looking that good." He said.

You laughed lightly.

"Could say the same." You said.

Bucky smiled

"Wanna get out of here?" He asked.

"And do what?" You asked.

"I have whiskey in my room." He said.

"Sold." You said, grinning.

Bucky laughed.

"C'mon then." He said.

You followed him to the elevator and took it to the residential floor. You walked through the open doors, already knowing the way to his room.

Bucky went into the living room, turning on the table-side lamps. A warm, dim glow filled the room, leaving a calming atmosphere. You settled down on the couch, slipping off your heels and crossing your legs. Bucky poured whiskey in two glasses and handed one to you.

"Thank you." You said.

"Of course." He replied.

He shrugged off his jacket and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. He settled down on the edge of the couch facing you. You shifted your body towards him, holding the drink in your hands.

"I like your apartment. It's very cozy." You said.

Bucky smiled.

"Thank you." He said.

You nodded.

"You really do look beautiful, doll. I wasn't just saying that to make conversation." Bucky said.

You smiled, biting your lower lip.

"That means a lot, Bucky. I wasn't even gonna show up, if I'm being honest." You said.

"How come?" He asked.

"I don't know. I guess I didn't feel like I looked good enough to even show my face at a party." You said, avoiding his eyes the best you could.

Bucky gently lifted your chin with his finger, his touch burning through you.

"I don't know why you'd ever think that. You're beautiful." He said.

You took a sip of the whiskey, the liquid warming your throat.

You laughed, looking at the lipstick stain on the rim of the glass.

"That'll be a bitch to get off." You said.

Bucky laughed.

"Can I ask you something?" You said.

Bucky nodded.

"Could you ever see us as anything more than friends?" You asked.

"I can." He said.

"Do you see me that way now?" You asked.

The way Bucky was looking at you lit a fire inside of you.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked.

"You don't have to ask." Bucky rasped.

Not wasting another second, you slammed your lips against his. Bucky met you with equal fever, kissing you with everything he had. He gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap. You placed your knees on either side of his waist, sliding your hands in his hair.