West Coast

5

A/n: this one gets a little steamy :)

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"What kind of music do you listen to," Bucky says once he stops at a red light. I shrug as I look out the window. "C'mon, there's gotta be an artist that you like."

I sigh as I look at him. "Yea, but I don't know," I say and he looks at me confused. "Penelope, just tell me what you like so I can fucking play it," he says and I look at him with wide eyes.

"Yes sir," I sarcastically say, but fight off the blush creeping up on me when he clench's his jaw and tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "I like Lana Del Rey."

He scoffs as he looks out his window. The light turns green and he presses on the gas petal so the car starts moving again. "You don't like Lana Del Rey?" I ask and he shakes his head.

"Not really. Her song Summer Time Sadness is really over played and overrated," he shrugs and I look at him in disbelief.

"Okay, what about her other songs?" I ask and he shrugs again. "Never really gave them a listen," he admits and I wanna slap him.

"You've never listened to Black Beauty, Video Games, or Ride?" I ask and he shakes his head so I scoff at him. "West Coast?" Again he shakes his head and I spaz a bit in my seat which causes him to grin.

"You've never listened to West Coast? Oh my god that song is amazing. It's like your ears are having an orgasm," I say and he looks at me with a disgusted look. "Don't give me that look. Can't knock it till you try it."

He rolls his eyes as he pulls his phone out and looks between his screen and the road before handing it to me. "Play it," he says. I look down at his phone and see it's his home screen.

I find his Spotify app and open it. "Are you sure?" I ask as I look at him.

He sighs as he glances at me. "You can't defend a song and then back out of playing it, Penelope," he says and I put my hands up in defense.

"Okay." I type in the name of the song in the search bar and press on it when it pops up.

When I look at Bucky, he just shrugs and I roll my eyes. "You gotta give it a minute," I say and wait as the good part comes up.

It does and I groan as I lay my head against the seat. Bucky looks over at me and I make eye contact with him as the song keeps playing. "It's good," I state and he looks back at the road.

After a few more minutes I sit up straight and put my hands on the dashboard. "It's coming up," I say and Bucky pulls over on the side of the road. "Are we there?" I ask, but no we're not because it's an abandoned building.

I feel his hands on my face as he pulls me towards him and kisses me. Of course, I embarrass myself by gasping in surprise. Then I hear the best part of the song start to play and I reach my hands up to tangle in his hair.

He pulls his lips away from mine and starts to kiss down my neck. He sucks at one spot for a bit before moving back up and kissing my jawline, then trailing kisses back down my neck causing me to let out a small moan. His right hand moves down my body to grip my waist as his left hand grabs the other side of my throat to keep me in place. I then feel his tongue run up my throat until his lips are against mine again.

When he starts to kiss me again, his tongue shoves in my mouth and I suck on it which catches his by surprise and his grip on my waist tightens slightly.

Suddenly, he pulls away and kisses a line across my face until his lips are right by my ear. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard," he whispers against my ear and his voice sends a shiver up my spine as I feel how warm his breath is against my skin.

He pulls away and sits back in his seat. Looking over his shoulder, he pulls back on the road and continues driving. I sit there trying to comprehend exactly what just happened. "It's a good song," he says and I look at him in disbelief while he just smirks in response.

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"Steve, this is Penelope. Penelope, this is Steve," Bucky introduces me to his best friend Steve who sticks his hand out to shake mine. Which I do because I'm not rude.

Well... I'm not rude to people I don't have a reason to be rude to.

"Thank you for coming," he says and I smile.

"Steve, why are you thank her? It's not your party," Bucky says with a confused face as he puts his hand on the small of my back.

"Penny!" I look the the right and see Natasha making her way over to us with a drink in her hand. I smile as she pulls me in for a hug and I can tell she's already drunk. "What are you doing here?" She asks.

"Bucky brought me," I say and she looks at Bucky with a smile and wide eyes.

"Yea, Penelope is Bucky's date," Steve says.

"What a small world, huh," she says as she takes another sip.

"What are you doing here?" I ask and she looks at me confused. "Penny, this is my party."

"Oh shit," I say.

"Wait, you're here with Bucky? Like a date?" She asks and I nod. Then she rubs her head with her hand like she's trying to comprehend something. "Are you and John getting a divorce, or something? What's going on?"

I swallow hardly as I look down at the ground before looking back up at her. I feel Bucky's hand softly rub my back. "It's a long story. I'll explain everything to you once you're sober," I say and she nods.

"Okay. Well, Steve, why don't we leave these two alone? Plus it looks like you need a refill," she says as she grabs Steve's hand, who looks visibly pleased.

"See you guys later," Steve says as he follows Natasha to the bar.

"He's gonna get his heart broken," Bucky says as his hand snakes around my waist to pull me against him. I nod in agreement and feel his lips against my ear, and of course, I get the same chill up my spine as before. "Wanna get a drink?" He asks and I nod my head.

We get a drink and he managed to pull me out on the dance floor to dance with me. Although I wouldn't really call it dancing considering he's groping me and shoving his tongue down my throat any chance he gets.

But I mean... I'm not complaining.

"Come with me," he says and I nod my head.

He smiles as he grabs my hand and leads my off the dance floor and out of the room. We reach another room that's completely empty. That's when he stops walking and turns to face me. His hands find my waist as he leans down and kisses me softly. I smile against his lips and he sucks on my top lip as he starts to walk me back until my back is pressed against a wall.

With his right hand, he grabs both of my hands and pins them above my head against the wall. He tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss even more as he tries to open my mouth more to get his tongue inside of it.

Why does he like doing that so much?

Suddenly, his left hand grabs my right leg and hikes it up against his side and he presses his hips against mine and starts to grind slowly against me. "Fuck," he breaths out against my lips and I softly moan in response.

His lips leave mine and start to kiss my neck like before in the car. He sucks on a different spot before moving downs but more causing me to quietly moan again. I feel his grip on my thigh tighten and for a second, I find myself not hating Johns decision as much.

All of a sudden, the door opens and a man walks in. "Woah, Bucknasty," he says as he laughs and Bucky quickly pulls away from me.

"Sam, what the fuck?"

Sam (I assume) walks up to me and I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.

"I'm Sam," he says as he sticks his hand out. I shake it with a smile. "I'm Penelope."

"It's nice to meet you sweetheart," he says with a wink.

"Knock it off," Bucky says and Sam chuckles as he wraps his arm around my shoulders.

"C'mon, let's go get a drink," he says and I look back at Bucky who quickly gets Sam's arm off of me and replaces it with his own as we walk to go get a drink with Sam.