【Synopsis】 : When James comes home all wet, you can't help but become wet yourself.
『Word count』 : 540
Paring: Avenger!Bucky x Avenger!Reader
[Warnings] : Making out, neck kisses. Bucky in a wet suit. Implications of sex.
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He was late, again. Glancing at the clock for the fifth time tonight, you realize that the hour hand is just getting closer and closer to eleven pm. What is taking him so long? You coddle back down onto the couch and open your phone, scrolling through endless news and media. It's two to eleven when the apartment door opens. You sit upright on the couch to look over the headrest. Bucky looks tired, and his hair is dis-levelled. His face is flushed, and he's breathing heavily. You hold your phone closer to your chest as all you can do is stare. His mission uniform, a usually plain black tactical wear are wet and held tightly to his skin. His bullet vest is missing, leaving his plan black muscle shirt to hug his board chest. You can feel your own face redden, and all of the insults you were gonna send his way disappear from your mind.
Bucky finally notices you across the apartment staring at him. A deep chuckle releases from his throat and explains, "I had to chase a rogue agent. In the rain. Five minutes before we got on the jet."
"Are you okay?" You ask simply.
Bucky takes off his shoes and then goes for his belt. He shrugs it off, stretching a little to ultimately try and relax his aching limps. But it only reveals more of the wet skin that hid under his shirt. The alright tight-fitting clothing is now showing everything underneath. A light smile comes to Bucky's lips as he strides over to you. He's well aware of what he's doing as he undoes the first two buttons of his pants.
"You been waiting here for me?" He says lowly as he leans over the couch to you.
You lean back slightly, but he keeps coming. He climbs over the couch, his eyes still on you and leans over your stiff body. You drop your phone on the floor, and you can't help but place your hands on his chest. He looks down upon you with his damp hair falling over his face. Something awakens in you seeing him wet in his tight uniform. It's late, but you do not care.
Grabbing the back of Bucky's head, you bring him down into a kiss that quickly gets heated. With the hand still on his chest, you begin undoing the remaining of his buttons with your nimble finger. You pull his tucked shirt from his pants, dragging your fingers up his still-wet body. Bucky leaves you gasping as he pulls away from the kiss. But he comes back down and litters kisses down your neck to your collarbone. You feel light in the head, and you're breathing heavily. You go for his the rest of the buttons on his pants, but he stops you with a tight hand around your wrist.
He looks back at you. "We don't want to wreck my uniform, now do we?"
