One-Shot Fanfic Imagines

18th (BUCKY BARNES) 4

WARNINGS: Cursing, explicit scenes

Months passed and your routines with Bucky changed. He always had this sweeter disposition now that made your heart flutter. Albeit his change of character to you, your guard against the fact of who he really was never faltered. And it was something you never failed to remind yourself everyday.

"Mail for Ms. (y/n) (y/l/n)," Viola said, handing you a piece of crisp white envelope. Your heart beat faster, you had been waiting for it for quite awhile now, "what is that, dear?"

"Oh, I uh..." you shrugged, taking the envelope from her, "I kinda applied for a job downtown . Had been waiting for this mail for weeks now."

Viola's eyes widened, knowing well enough that she'll be leaving the asylum, too in no time. You didn't want to be left alone, even if things took a very different turn with Bucky.

The woman clapped her hands in glee, squealing as she went, "I'm so happy for you, open it. Open it, come on."

You smiled, a soft laugh coming out of you. "Okay."

You carefully tore the side of the envelope, retrieving the neatly folded paper inside. You took a deep ragged breath before you unfolded it, your eyes scheming over the printed letters. Another relieved smile appeared on your face.

You turned to look at Viola, the same smile on her face. "I got it. I got the job."

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"Time for shower, James." You smiled briefly at him, looking over his smirking face.

"Bucky, doll," he inched closer to you before planting a deep kiss on your lips, "I told you to call me Bucky."

"Okay, Bucky," you tried your best to hide what you feel, about leaving him real soon, "time for shower."

The next thing you know, you were kissing him inside the first cubicle, both your naked bodies pressed against each other. Bucky did not wait any longer as he lined his shaft into your entrance, thrusting his hips into you, and was already ramming relentlessly inside you. You moaned out his name, the loud sounds of water trickling down the floor drowning your whimpers and screams.

"Something's bothering you," he breathed against your ear, his wet hair on your cheek, "care to tell me what is it?"

You shook your head, bringing up your hands to tug on his hair, "No...nothing. Oh, Buck."

Bucky pulled out and brought you down to your feet, turning you around to face the wall. He grabbed you by your hips, you can hear his heavy breathing against your back before you felt him inside of you once again in a second. You grunted in pleasure, relishing in the feel of his thick shaft stretching out your walls, filling you up like nobody else did.

"Don't lie," he whimpered, wrapping his fleshed hand on your throat as he rutted into you, "I hate lying. So, what is it?"

The pleasure of him hitting all the right spots of your core distracted you from his threats, it only turned you on even more. "Nothing, Bucky. I...just...thought what if they find out...that...we're fucking each other's brains out..."

He laughed, "I'll gladly show them how I fuck your brains out, then."

His metal hand slid down inbetween your thighs, rough fingers circling your clit, taking you higher. It didn't take you long enough before you came screaming, tugging on his hair, your orgasm washing over you under the cold shower with him.

"Bucky I have to go now," you chuckled. You two were back inside his cell, his hands still on you and toying your chest. "They'll be wondering why I'd spend two hours with you."

Bucky groaned, throwing his head back. You smiled at him as you stood from the bed, your hand reaching for the cart. "I have to go, Buck."

"I'll see you tomorrow." He said, walking you to the door of his cell. His metal arm leaning against the wall.

You breathed out before you looked up to him. "I'll...see you tomorrow."

But you know you weren't. And you thought Bucky didn't noticed how the light in your eyes dimmed out, but he knew better.