Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Submission Pt. 3*

TW: This part doesn't have sex, but there is a scene that's a little...hot.

The majority of your day was spent laying in bed after another sleepless night. The bed was more comfortable than any other bed you had slept in, but you couldn't get your mind to shut off. You enjoyed wallowing in your sorrow before a night spent at the club. Three months had passed and you still weren't used to your new life. In a world where you always had a bodyguard or Bucky with you whenever you the house, you craved your freedom. Bucky's offer became more and more tempting every day. He enjoyed asking you at least once a day if you were ready to accept his offer, but everyday you gave him the same answer.

God himself couldn't get me to submit to you.

Seeing the way his jaw ticked with irritation satisfied you beyond measure. Testing his limits was becoming a form of entertainment for you. Bucky knew what you were doing each time you gave him that wide eyed look and put on the innocence act. Instead of giving you the reaction you were seeking, he'd stare at you coldly then turn and leave. He hadn't lashed out at you since the day he took you, but you'd get him to break eventually.

When dinner rolled around, there was a knock on the door. It wasn't Bucky, because he never bothered knocking. Sam had become comfortable enough around you that when he knocked, he'd yell out your name repeatedly until you got annoyed enough to open the door. This had to be Steve. His knock was loud enough for you to hear, but light enough that it wasn't obnoxious. He'd patiently wait until you opened the door and then greet you with a warm smile. Underneath the hard, imposing exterior, there was a sweetheart buried deep inside that he only showed with certain people. You rolled out of bed and answered, figuring it was about time to get ready anyway.

"Steven." You greeted him when you saw the handsome blonde outside your door.

"Y/n. Bucky sent some clothes he'd like you to wear tonight. He wants you downstairs by seven tonight." Steve held the box out and smiled at you.

"What kind of clothes?" You asked, eyeing the box in his hands.

"Not sure." Steve shrugged his shoulders and passed you the box.

You both stood there awkwardly as you could tell he wanted to say something.

"I can tell you have something to say, so spit it out." You sighed.

"I know this isn't an ideal situation, but Bucky has sort of taken an interest in you and he usually doesn't do that with women. Maybe you could get to know him a little." Steve suggested, shyly.

"Steven. Honey. You're delusional if you think Bucky has any interest in me besides using my accounting skills or having me strip off my clothes for him."

"Y/n, he lets you get away with a lot more than most people. If Sam or I talked to him the way you do, we would've been dead the first time it happened."

You rolled your eyes and suppressed a scoff.

"I just want to repay what my dad owes and then get back to my life, Steve. Bucky can find someone else who interests him. I'm unavailable."

Before Steve could press you any further, you shut the door and threw the box on the bed on your way to the bathroom. Once you were done showering, you sat down on your bed, grabbed the box and placed it on your lap. Your fingers untied the blood red ribbon and you lifted the lid off the box. On top of the black tissue paper was a card with messy handwriting scrawled across it.

I could use some eye candy. Wear this tonight, little sparrow. -Bucky

"Oh fuck." You whispered to yourself as you tried to imagine what he had picked for you.