it's locked

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era; avenger!bucky
genre; spicy fluff?
notes; a little hot and heavy, but nothing actually happens.

fuck bucky barnes.
fuck him for taking the only good missions left this week. fuck him for mocking you in front of everyone. fuck him for being such a massive dick.

and so, here you were. about to fuck bucky barnes.

he pushed you against the wall of the supply closet. you hardly felt the broom digging into your back as he aggressively left a trail of kisses down your neck.

your skin tight skirt only rose higher and higher as his hands glided over your thighs.

your skin was on fire. you couldn't tell if it was from lust or pure unbridled rage. this man knew how to piss you off like it was his only talent.

but you wanted him bad. you wanted to ruin his reputation and curse him out and all the same you wanted to hear him whisper your name in the dark.

instead he chuckled lowly against your skin, "you're so desperate."

you glared at him and whispered breathlessly, "what do you mean?"

"your nails are digging into my back and i haven't even touched you yet," he smirked. you hated that smug smirk more than anything. you could slap him right then and there.

"shut the hell up," you threatened and pulled him in by the collar of his shirt. he kissed you angrily, his mouth practically at war with yours.

you started unbuttoning his shirt as quickly as you could. and when his lips traveled to that perfect spot on your jawline, you let the softest moan slip.

your hands were pressed against his chest and-

the door handle jiggled, "it's locked." you heard sam's voice shout in frustration.

"shit," you cursed, inches from bucky.

he squeezed his eyes closed and suppressed a laugh. you batted at him in annoyance. this was not a laughing matter.

if sam caught the two of you in here, you would never live it down.

"are you sure? let me try," another voice moved closer to the door. natasha. double shit.

you shot bucky a worried look and he put a finger up to his lips to tell you to keep quiet. you assumed he had a plan.

in reality, bucky's only plan was to wait them out. they couldn't stay out there forever and there was no way they could get in.

you didn't hear anything and so after a while, bucky waved you over. he slowly turned the doorknob and listened carefully for any noises.

there was nothing. you were clear.

at least that's what you thought until you saw all of the avengers standing outside the door watching tony attempt to pick the lock with his tool kit beside him.

you were standing in front of them, looking like a disheveled mess. natasha raised a brow and thor tilted his head as he tried to process the sight before him. sam actually had the audacity to laugh.

bucky cleared his throat, "we were just..."

"mhm," clint hummed accusingly.

𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲; bucky barnes oneshotsWhere stories live. Discover now