One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

17th (BUCKY BARNES) 3

WARNINGS: Cursing, explicit scenes

"You're really getting along with him."

Viola commented, making you tilt your head at her direction. You gave her an incredulous look, going back to writing notes for the night-shift workers.

She sighed, walking near you. "No one has ever beaten the three week mark of Barnes. You're the first one."

You slightly shook your head, "Three week mark?"

"Three week mark," she started, "his caregivers only last for three weeks tops. After that, they come running back here in the quarters crying and...quitting."

"So, I'm supposed to sing songs to praise Jesus for it?" You retorted, laughing along.

"Yeah, girl," she nodded, "you better should."

You opened the door of Bucky cell, finding him seated in his study table. You let out a small smile while pushing your cart inside. "Good morning, James. The weather's lovely today."

"You planning to take me out?" He said, walking towards his bed, before sitting down.

You smiles again, closing the door behind you. "If things were a bit...different, I guess so."

"If I wasn't in an asylum for criminally-insane people after killing dozens, is that what you mean to say?"

You stuttered as you took a seat next to him, not knowing what to answer. Shit. You should've just kept your mouth shut. "No...I mean...if--regulations were...different."

You noticed how Bucky's lips curved into a wide grin, followed by a fit of laughter. "You're adorable, don't you know that?"

Bucky inched closer to you, his body heat already emitting towards you. He was dangerous, everything about him was, but you would be a liar if you'd say you aren't drawn to him.

"James..."

He placed the index finger of his bionic arm on your lips, before sushing you. His head dipped down to your neck, hands roaming your inner thighs. You felt how his wet tongue licked your skin, sucking and biting on the crook then up to the back of your ear. You couldn't help but let out a soft breath.

"So beautiful..." He murmured against your cheeks, his parted lips only half an inch close to your own. You felt how his hands, the warm flesh and cold metal slipped between your thighs, fingers caressing your core and igniting a delicious jolt of electric pleasure within you.

You wanted to stop him, the hot touch of his fingers, and his mouth planting kisses on your face. But you couldn't, you wanted him, too. And Bucky felt that from how you responded to his touch, he smirked from the thought as he finally kissed you on your open mouth. His tongue slid into you, eliciting a moan out of you.

"Uncuff me," he said after breaking the kiss. He kissed you on your neck once again. "Come on."

You opened your eyes, still coming out of a haze from what just happened. "No...I...can't. It's against the safety protocols--"

"I wanna touch you," he claimed your lips, his hands parting your thighs, "please. Do it, doll. I know you want this as much as I do."

What if he was just using this to his advantage so he can kill you and escape? You thought, heaving deep breaths as you looked into his beautiful blues. "No...I..."

"Done," the familiar sound of dangling chains and them dropping on the concrete floor made you gasp, panic surging into your system, "come're, doll."

Bucky did not kill you, nor tried to escape. He instead scooped you into his arms by holding you by your thighs, and placed you on top of him. His hands slid on your torso, eyes focused on yours, "These are too big for you, doll. I think I know what to do."