Wanted || A Bucky Barnes Fanfiction (English Version)

Chapter 7

|SMUT Warning|

Angrily, I entered the bar and greeted the bartender as I sat down in front of him.
„Hey John, a gin and tonic please," I said to him, putting on a smile.
„Are you OK, Y/NN?" he asked worriedly.
I snorted with a sarcastic laugh.
„I don't want to talk about it, John. Please just bring me my gin and tonic," I replied as kindly as I could.
Unsatisfied with my answer, he let go of me and brought me my drink shortly afterwards.
I took it and scurried to my favorite spot in the back corner of the bar.
Here I had peace and could get drunk in peace.
At least until John picked up the phone and called Nat.

I had finished my third drink and was still no less angry with Barnes.
Just as I was about to motion to John to bring me another gin and tonic, someone sat down at my table.
"You can leave right away," I said annoyed without looking up.
"Are you sure about that?" asked a familiar voice.
I looked up abruptly and saw Steve sitting in front of me.
"What do you want?" I asked him suspiciously.
He pushed a drink towards me and looked at me in a conciliatory manner. "Do you want to talk?" was all he said.

Did I want to?

"No. I want to distract myself and not talk about that bastard," I replied firmly.
"Okay, then no talking," he replied and gave me a friendly smile.
Maybe it was because I had already had three drinks, but at that moment Steve looked extremely attractive.
Barnes had provoked me too often and gone too far.
I have no idea why he hated me so much, but it was time to let him taste his own medicine.

"How about a little drinking game?" I asked Steve.
"It depends which one," he replied, laughing.
"We ask each other questions and if you don't want to answer them, you drink. Don't worry, I'll start off harmlessly," I replied, winking at him. "Okay, but I'll start," he replied with a smile and I nodded in agreement.
"What's your favorite color?" he simply began.
"Red and yours?" I replied.
"Blue."
"How does it feel to be THE Captain America?" I asked curiously.
"Great and annoying at the same time," he answered, laughing.

For a while we asked each other questions, which we sometimes answered and sometimes didn't.
By now we were both pretty tipsy and laughed a lot until Steve looked at me a little more seriously.
"Why do you and Bucky hate each other so much?" he asked curiously after a while.
"You have to ask him, because I don't have a fucking clue.", I replied, shrugging my shoulders.
„Language.", he joked with a wide grin, making me laugh.

Perhaps it was because of all the alcohol we had already consumed, but Steve seemed to be getting braver.
This amount would have knocked out a normal person, but people like us, who had the serum in them, needed a lot more. "You know," he began, looking straight across the bar.
"Sometimes I wonder if Bucky has feelings for you and that's why he's behaving like that. But...that would also mean that I have to stay away from you," he continued.
I looked at him in surprise.
I've known for a long time that Steve had these kinds of feelings for me, but I never thought he would ever express or act on them.
"You never cease to amaze me, Rogers," I replied with a smile to save us from an awkward silence.
"What do you mean?" he asked, surprised by my answer.
"I've known for a long time that you have these kind of feelings for me. But I never thought you'd ever bring them up," I replied honestly.
We looked into each other's eyes for a while and I could see desire in them before he turned away and stared into his drink.
"We shouldn't do this, Y/NN," he said, more to himself.
"True, we shouldn't," I replied, embarrassed.

The memory stopped for a moment before it hit me again with full force.

Steve pushed the door to his apartment open and pulled me inside by my hand.
He put his hands on my face and looked at me longingly before pressing his lips to mine.
The kiss was intense and demanding.
His tongue stroked my lips and asked for entry, which I granted.
His hands ran along my shoulders and arms and held the hem of my top.
He abruptly broke off the kiss and pulled it over my head, only to press his lips to mine again.
With light pressure, he moved me towards his bedroom to sit down on his bed and put me on his lap.
I ran my hands along his upper body to remove his shirt as well.
His hands slid along my back while he kissed his way down my neck. With a quick movement, my bra was open and he slowly pulled the straps down my arms.
His kisses now moved a little lower to my chest and I laid my head back, breathing faster, as he brushed my nipple with his tongue.
He reached under my butt with his hands and lifted me up in one quick movement, only to lay me back on the bed on my back.
He positioned himself above me and reached for my face with one hand while the other went to my pants to open them.
I helped him take off my pants as he stood up briefly to take his off too.
I enjoyed the view that presented itself to me for a moment and examined his defined upper body until he leaned towards me again and kissed me lustfully.
His left hand rested on my cheek and his right hand carefully pulled the panties off my legs, only to then move back to my center.
I felt his smile on my lips as he reached between my legs with his fingers and noticed how wet I already was.
With gentle movements he circled my clit and a soft moan escaped my mouth.

He took his lips off mine for a moment to look at me.
In his eyes I saw not only longing, but also lust and a thirst for more.
With my right hand I grabbed the waistband of his boxershorts to pull them down a bit and when I couldn't go any further he took over the rest himself.
Again his hand wandered to my middle, but this time he teased my entrance a bit before his finger slid into me.
This time a louder moan escaped me than before and I saw the lust flare up more strongly in his eyes.
He skilfully massaged my G-spot and after a short time I was close to climaxing when I pushed him aside with gentle pressure and sat on top of him.
Hungry for more I kissed him and he immediately understood what I wanted.
With his left hand he reached into his nightstand and pulled out a condom, which he deftly ripped open with his teeth, pulling it over his erection.
I grabbed his best part and placed myself on it, only to sit down in a slow movement and moan again with pleasure.
His hands were now on my hips with pressure and wanted to direct the pace, which I immediately let him do.
My left hand clawed into his upper body, while my right hand laid on my boob, massaging it.
I moved my hips up and down in even movements and threw my head back, moaning his name loudly.
I felt the heat rising in me and knew that I was about to come.
Steve's movements also became irregular and indicated his orgasm.
When the wave of pleasure overcame me, I clawed myself tighter into his upper body and moaned his name over and over again, pushing him over the edge too.

I came back to my senses with a bright red face and a racing pulse.
I couldn't believe what I had just remembered.
I needed a moment to collect myself and went into the bathroom to get a glass of water, which I drank in one go.
A glance at the clock told me that I had been out of it for an hour and that it was now 11 p.m.
I urgently needed to clear my head and quickly grabbed my bag and scurried out the door.
I ran past the living room and just called out to Stark casually, "I'm out. Don't wait up, I'll be late."