Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Part 25

A/n- Smut. Praise kink, Bucky torturing himself, a tiny bit of desperate Bucky at the end... I swear it's the last time! It's the kick in the ass he needs to get his shit together.

Sorry, guys, I had to go to one chapter a week so that I could finish the story! lol. There are 3 total chapters left; the next chapter, the last chapter of the main story, and the epilogue. :)

(Y/n) was pretty sure that her face was about the same temperature and color as a fire as she walked down the hall towards Bucky's room.

Why had she agreed to this again?!

She couldn't exactly say, except that somehow, Bucky had been tricking her, making her mind fuzzy with his infuriatingly sexy smirk, and his story of recovery, and nerdy movie references...

She stood at his door in the largest, baggiest shirt she had, a bra, and a pair of shorts and panties. She wanted as much between them as possible so she didn't die of embarrassment.

She had been thinking about what was about to happen to the point of distraction at work since she'd agreed, not sure how to feel, though she had been getting turned on a little at the thought that he might be turned on by seeing her touching herself, but she was trying to be a realist; he was going to be professional, and she was going to do her best to be professional, too.

This was just something to help him continue his recovery, and with what she now knew was his freelance business.

She hoped that she looked like she was more calm and confident than she actually felt. She had tried to listen to some of his earlier recordings throughout the day, trying to make this as easy as possible, hoping that if she could get through it quickly she could be done, leave, and still keep some of her dignity.

(Y/n) was about to knock on the door, but it opened before she could, Bucky standing there in only a pair of sweatpants, and her eyes were drawn along the line of scars over one shoulder. She quickly turned her eyes away to find his and pushed away the heat in her cheeks as he gave her a sinfully charming smile.

"There you are, I was just about to come get you," he told her, turning the charm on her enough to make her stomach quiver, and the sad thing was that she knew that this wasn't even full blast.

"I'm here," she answered simply and followed him into the room. "Why are you shirtless?" She tested.

"It gets hot in here next to all this equipment."

She guessed that made sense, though it was still making it hard for her not to stare at his chest.

He closed the door behind them, explaining, "For the audio. Have a seat," he gestured to the bed.

(Y/n) sat down, clasping her hands tightly to remain calm. "So... Let's go through this," she prompted.

Bucky sat in the chair at his computer, turning it so that he was looking at her. He gave a shrug and twisted the chair a little, moving it back and forth. "You lay back on the bed, close your eyes if you want to, whatever you need to do to get in the zone, I sit over here and say stuff, and you follow the directions in what I say. If something is good, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to tell, and if something's bad, same, but if it's a definite no, let me know."

"H-how? Won't the recording pick me up?"

Bucky shook his head. "You can lift your hand up, that'll be silent and get the message across."

"But- won't it pick me up anyway?" She asked, grasping for a way out.

Bucky turned to the desk, pulling something to him from the surface as he said, "No, I'm going to use my headset instead of the big mic, so it'll only catch me instead of the whole room. Even if it does manage to catch you, I'll sound split it out."