"What are you staring at?"
Bucky's question pulled you from your rapid, dirty thoughts. Looking up at him, a cocky smirk played on his lips. You couldn't hide the blush on your cheeks. You were certainly busted.
"Nothin', Barnes. I was just thinking about the mission. I get a bit nervous before I go out," you lied smoothly and he just raised a brow in disbelief. "Sure, Y/N. If you say so," he grinned, tossing his bowl into the sink and walked out of the kitchen.
Yeah, you'd been staring. Those gray sweatpants did Bucky all kinds of favors. They left nearly nothing to the imagination. They hung low on his hips and you couldn't help but think about them on your bedroom floor.
****
"God dammit," you muttered, closing the gym door. His grunts and groans filled the air as he bench pressed a ridiculous amount of weights. The muscles in his back moved and you imagined running your hands up and down them, feeling them move as he thrust in and out of you.
"Still starin', huh?"
"No," you shook your head, rushing over to the bag, wrapping your knuckles, anything to hide your red face. How did he have this much affect on you? How did he always get your mind going to the filthiest places every single time?
"If you say so," he hummed, resuming those dirty sounds.
You pounded the bag, taking all of your sexual frustrations out on it. Popping in your earbuds, you desperately needed to drown out the sounds, but you swore he only got louder. Was he playing you? Or was it just your imagination?
****
The party was in full swing by the time you made it in.
It was loud, drinks were flowing. You scanned the crowd, deciding to find someone to keep you occupied for awhile. Anything to not think about James Barnes. But there he was. Leaning against the bar, a drink in his hand.
And he was staring at you.
His teeth tugged on his bottom lip. His eyes were narrowed, he looked like he was stalking prey. This wasn't good for your wandering thoughts. The ones that had grown a ridiculous amount in the last few weeks.
You decided to just throw caution to the wind and made your way over. He made no secret of it, the way he was staring you down. His dark eyes roaming all over your body. Taking you in in the tight dress you wore. You were very secretly proud of yourself.
"You're staring."
He chuckled low, the sound vibrating in his broad chest and it certainly did something to you. "You got me, Doll. Couldn't help myself. Never seen you dressed up like this before. It's a good thing. You look amazing."
You blushed a bit as you took your drink from the bartender. Was he flirting or just being nice? You could never tell with Bucky. He seemed to flirt with all of the girls, so you didn't think too much of it. Why would he be interested in you?
"If you say so, Barnes," you flirted back, taking a sip.
"Cheeky dame," he laughed, bringing the beer bottle to his lips slowly. God dammit. He knew what he was doing. He had to.
"You here alone?," he asked and you nodded. "Well, that's a shame, Doll."
"Why's that, Barnes?"
He leaned in, his lips a breath away from yours and you felt your entire body heat up. "Meant it's a shame for all the men missin' out. Not a shame for me, though. In fact, I'd say it's pretty lucky for me."
"Bucky..."
"Y/N..."
His vibranium hand brushed over your hip and you actually moaned at the feeling, making him grin. "That's a pretty sound, sweetheart. Maybe I take you upstairs and see if I can make you do it again?"
His lips danced over your neck, pulling you even closer and you could feel him pressed against your hip. "What do you think, hmm? Think I can make you get loud for me? I bet I can. Bet I can make you moan my name. Over and over til' you're begging me to stop," he panted and you grinned wide at his words.
"If you say so."
