Bucky Barnes Imagines Vol. 1 (BB X Reader)

Submission Pt. 4*

Scalding water fell on your skin when you entered the shower. You hissed at the contact, but welcomed the sensation as it washed away the events of the night. After your confrontation with the man in the bar, you retreated back to your office and spent the rest of the night tucked away. Sam came to check on you after a few hours. He had a bloody lip and a black eye that he said he got during the fight, but you could tell he was lying. He was apologizing profusely about leaving you at the bar by yourself and at one point he said that he was lucky that Bucky didn't kill him for leaving you vulnerable.

When you were ready to leave, Sam drove you home, but Bucky was nowhere in sight. You didn't question his whereabouts. Maybe he had gotten caught up with one of his dancers and was getting busy in his private room. A spike of jealousy stabbed through you, but you dismissed it. It wasn't your business who he fucked. The flirting and propositions he showered you with were just because he saw you as easy pussy. You meant nothing to him. He would rather kill you than fuck you.

You stood in the shower until the water began to turn cold. Turning off the tap and wrapping a towel around your body, you took your hair down from the bun it was tied in and brushed your teeth. The only thing you wanted to do was dive into your comfortable bed and sleep until you had to go back to the club the following night. You walked straight to the bed where your pajamas were laying and slipped them on then turned to take the towel back to the bathroom. The towel slipped from your hands and a scream erupted from your throat when you turned back around.

"What the fuck are you doing in here?"

"Enjoying the view. Think I can see the rest?" Bucky motioned to the front of your body.

"I think the fuck not! Get out!" You pointed towards the door after picking up the towel and tossing it into the bathroom.

"I'd rather stay." He sighed and stretched out on the small couch in your room.

"Seriously, why are you here?" You huffed. "Want to scold me a bit more for the stunt I pulled with Steve earlier?"

"If I punished you for that, it wouldn't be a lecture. I'd bend you over this couch and fuck you until you realized who you belong to."

You inhaled sharply, thighs clenching together as unexpected excitement shot through you.

"You like the sound of that, don't you? Does my little sparrow want to be fucked into submission?"

Your mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of how to answer him. Bucky sat forward and smirked at you, resting his elbows on his knees. His hair was hanging loose and framing his face. He had swapped his expensive suit for a pair of joggers and a t-shirt that clung to the well defined muscles of his upper body. Why the fuck did he have to look so hot? You had to remind yourself of the man you were dealing with. He kidnapped you, was forcing you to commit a felony, and was now playing some weird game where he tried to turn you on.

Well good fucking luck, buddy. I'm not that easy.

"I'm sure you got enough of that tonight, so you don't have any use for me in that department. That's why you stayed longer at the club, wasn't it? To get your dick wet?"

"Jealous, little sparrow?"

"Pfft, yeah right."

Bucky chuckled and fell back against the couch. His arms rested along the back of the cushions and his legs spread wide in front of him.

"Have a seat with me." He commanded.

"No thanks." You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at him in defiance.

"Get your ass over here now or I'm going to take you over my knee until you can't sit." His voice dropped and his eyes darkened as he looked across the room at you.