Bucky Barnes Imagine

15. tiny kisses beefy with red lipstick [tiny and beefy series]

She clawed at his chest, little fragile finger grasping at the 100 percent Italian cotton of his Boss suit while his lips, ever so needy and lustful, attacked the pulse of her neck.

And when he pulled away, his lips swollen and red just as to mock the red lipstick she wore, a grin presented itself on her mouth. Her fingers dancing along the line of her jaw, her lips parted in anticipation while Bucky eye every bit of her face.

The freckle on her cheek. The pimple scars that never faded away properly from her teenage years. All of her beautiful imperfections that he loved looking at it.

"Jamie..."

She called his name with a looped smile, her eyes dazed and lost in the alcohol she had consumed. And as he held her against him, large hands fitting over the course of her hips.

He hummed, nudging his nose against her temple as he towered inches over and called her name to bring her back from her daze.

"Wanna kiss you... Please?"

Bucky chuckles in response, catching her pout as she played with the ends of his brown locks, very outgrown much to her liking.

He guided her closer to him, bunching the dress she wore up so she can properly walk towards him. And when she felt her chest close the space between them, she perked herself up on heel clad toes and her mouth came crashing under his jaw.

"Jamie... smell soooo good." Another kiss to the corner of his lips. Then one to his left cheek. She sighs to take a moment, her breathing heavy as a whimper falls from her mouth as she returns to kissing him again. "Want you, Jamie."

And as much as he wanted it, he knew better. She was drunk, flirty, needy, and a lustful drunk.

"I know, sweetheart. But we'll have fun some other time. Gotta get back to our friends first, how about that?"

She frowned, still kissing his pulse and his jaw until he took it himself to gently pull her away.

"But Jamie, 'm so tired."

He kisses her nose, helping her with an arm snaking around her waits to help her up against him.

"That's okay, darling. We'll say goodbye first then go to bed. How about that?"

She nodded softly, a gentle smile forming on her lips as he held her against him while they walked out of the closet room.

And with the whole room dimly lit, still viable as he caught sight of the team's staring gazed and wide eyes from Steve.

Sam grinned as he pointed at his neck, mocking Bucky's own, only then realizing that his girlfriend's lips, once crimson red, now a light shade of pink from the kissing she's done.

"Have fun in the closet room, Barnes?" Tony grinned behind his drink with a snort, his own drunk his ass off while his own girlfriend tugged on his arm while she's giggling as she's stuck in her own little world.

"Shut it." And as he excuses the two of them, helping Tiny back into their room as she laughed when she caught sight of his neck.

"I painted you... So pretty, my Jamie." She leaned once again, her lips pursed in a pout to kiss him but she fell against him instead in slumber. "Gonna sleep now."

Bucky kissed her temple, nodding as he helped her into bed and change before tucking her in. And when he went to the bathroom to cleanse himself, getting a look at his lipstick stained cheek and neck, she was right about one thing.