Marvel one-shot

🌟Inked Desires - Bucky

"Hey Bucky Boo!!" you yelled as you walked into your favourite tattoo shop.

Smiling at your very sexy tattoo artist, Bucky, the only one you would let touch you with an ink filled needle. He was so sexy that you had to pull over and take off your panties on the way here, because you couldn't stop thinking about the things, you wanted him to do to you. Thank goodness you decided to wear your sundress today so no one would notice. Bucky was taller than me, 6'3, you were only 5'6. He also had silky smooth chestnut hair that he always kept hidden under a baseball cap. He was wearing a tight-fitting red t-shirt, that showed his sleeve of tattoos, and dark blue jeans that sat low on his waist. Bucky always had this boyish charm about him but today he didn't shave so he looked slightly manlier. You loved it so much that you couldn't stop staring and as if it couldn't get any worst he looked up from his drawing and smiled. That beautiful smile that would make any girl breathless, you bit your lip wanting to just go over to him, kneel down and pull his cock into your mouth.

"Y/n? What did I tell you about calling me Bucky Boo?" his voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you smiled back at him.

"Umm that you love it and I'm too cute for you to be mad at me for it" you said with an innocent smile batting your eyelashes as you sat down next to him on the black leather couch.

He turns to face you chuckling at your attempt to look innocent.

"You know, if I didn't know you so well, I would fall for that innocent smile like I did when you were 18. But not anymore baby doll" he said flicking your nose and standing up to go to the reception desk where you sometimes work when you're not in class.

"You can't fool me" you smiled as you walked over handing him your id and credit card, then watch him walk to the back to where the register was.

You remember the first time you meet Bucky. It was your eighteenth birthday and your best friend, and your cousin dragged you in here after you guys went to lunch. He was 20 at the time and did your first tattoo, you had a crush on him ever since. So much so that you never really took any other guy seriously, mainly because none of them could get you to an orgasm.

I know right, 24 and never had an orgasm, there must be something wrong with me.

You're beginning to think there is no such thing, the bell from the front door took you out of your thoughts a little, but you were soon completely focused on the beautiful leggy, big breasted, short skirt wearing female walking in. Obviously, she's had her boobs done because those were not normal, she also had a few face lifts. She smiled at you and then turned to the reception desk right when Bucky walked back up front.

"Hey Brandy. You ready to get started."

She batted her eyelashes while smiling.

"Of course Bucky. I'm always ready for you." you rolled your eyes and fake gagged.

"Okay come on back." Putting his hand on her lower back to move her to his room.

You don't know why but a wave of jealousy took over you making you frown. You shouldn't be jealous though, he probably doesn't even like you like that. Every time you're here he just strictly friendly. As they walked back the other tattoo artist came from the back, you quickly fixed your face smiling at him.

"Hey Steve"

Steve was very attractive, but you saw him as more of an older brother than anything else. He had long dirty blonde hair that he always wore in a ponytail, except when he went out. He had two sleeves unlike Bucky, but he also had his neck covered in tattoos, whereas Bucky only had his mom's favourite poem on his chest. You only know that because he told you, but you wish you could see it for yourself. His chest, not the tattoo exactly.