Never got over you (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Epilogue

A/n- Epilogue! Smut... Sweet, short, about half of my normal length. Thank you for reading this story, all of you who have liked, I ❤ you! All of you that gave compliments about it through any means, I'm pretty sure that it's your fault my head is so big! lol. To all of you who left me comments, you are my reason for living (or posting... hm?)! lol. Also, was able to put a couple certain lines for you, omnomsauruswrites. lol

Bucky woke to find his arms empty, and climbed from the bed, rubbing his hands over his face, going down the hall to check in the rooms there, but there was no sign of (Y/n).

He headed down the stairs and stopped at the bottom, leaning against the doorway and folding his arms as a lopsided smile lifted his lips, silently showing his contentment as he watched (Y/n) flipping pancakes at the stove, seeing a bag of m&ms open on the counter next to a container of strawberries and a container of raspberries.

"Steve said that he was going to come over and haul your ass on a run before the meeting," she told him, glancing over at him with a smile.

Bucky chuckled. "I don't know if I'll be able to run after the interesting choice of pancakes you're making," he teased.

"And who's fault is that?" She asked pointedly.

"Is what?" He asked innocently.

"The interesting choice of pancakes, as you said."

"Couldn't tell ya, doll," he answered, trying to keep a straight face.

"I think that you know damn well that it's yours," she told him.

Bucky grinned, standing from the doorway and walking up behind her, wrapping his arms around her, resting his chin on her shoulder and looking down at his hands resting in her plump belly. "Mmm, you smell so good, doll," he murmured, burying his nose in her neck.

"Hey, you get out of here," she scolded through a laugh as his breath tickled her.

"No way, Dollface, can't."

(Y/n) giggled again, batting at him. "Why not?"

"'Cause, doll... you're wearing my shirt, my ring, my boxers, and, are you wearing my socks?" He asked.

"They're warmer than mine!" She whined in her defense.

"Well, whatever, but see? You're all covered in me, and full of me," he paused as he lovingly looked down at her belly again, "I can't help but want you."

(Y/n) squirmed in his grasp as she flipped a pancake, then turned and tried to push him away, but his lips landed on hers, immediately pulling her into a kiss and not letting her go.

Bucky turned her, leaning lower and picking her up to sit her on the counter.

"Hey, what about the pancakes?" She demanded, trying halfheartedly to make him stop.

Bucky's hands were sliding down her body, but one pulled away to take the spatula from her hand and set it on the counter. "We're close enough, I'll be able to reach, doll," he told her as he kissed down her collarbone, letting his hot breath blow out over where his tongue had trailed.

(Y/n) moaned, her body pressing against him as wetness started pooling between her thighs.

Bucky's hands were on her hips, and he pulled her forward, grinding his heavy stiffness against her heat. He pulled away from sucking a kiss into her throat, groaning to her, "doll, you're so wet for me already. Mmm, I can feel how hot you are, so ready for me..."

"Ahh, no fair, Jamie," she said, using his erotic podcasting name to let him know she knew what he was up to.

"Everything is fair in love, Dollface," he answered.