Bucky sat at the bar, sipping casually on a whiskey. He watched you, laughing at something Pietro had said, your hand on his arm. Steve sat next to him seeing the way he watched you, he grinned behind his drink as Bucky looked down and rolled the ice around his cup.
“You know you could just go over there and talk to her” he nods in your direction and Bucky rolls his eyes.
“I know you’re not giving me advice on women. I know that did not just come from your mouth.”
Bucky can’t even finish the sentence before Steve is laughing at him, clapping him on the back.
“You always told me to just go for it, the worst that can happen is she says no right? Or has old age dulled your charm?”
“Are you shitting me Steven? Are you?” Bucky knocks his drink back and pushes up from the bar. Steve watches him straighten out his shirt and fix his sleeves, rolling them up his arms.
“Old age my ass” he flips him off and starts walking towards you. You knew his eyes were on you the entire night, you watch him walk over to you your thighs squeezing slightly at the way his metal arm flexes. He stands next to you, his hand snaking across your back as he pulls you closer to him.
“Are you trying to make me jealous?” His tone is deep, dark.
You look up at him, everything about Bucky has always screamed danger. From his head to his toes. But when you look in those playful blue eyes your body always melts for him. You smile sweetly as he pulls you away from the conversation and back to where he had been sitting with Steve. Your feet drag a bit and he turns around, looking you up and down. First to make sure you’re not hurt, then he realizes what you’re doing.
“Pick your feet up when you walk” he raises an eyebrow as he starts walking again but you continue dragging them.
“I was having a nice conversation with Pietro and Thor you know” you pout as you stop walking. You plant your feet and cross your arms, Bucky sighs and turns around to face you. He puts his hands on your waist.
“Conversations don’t need to include touching their arms, holding onto them and batting your eyelashes”
Your eyes widen as you look at him, giggling a bit as he glares.
“So let’s try this again” he stands tall, taller than you’d ever be and looks down at you.
“Pick up your feet, and go sit by Steve. Do I make myself clear?”
You blinked slowly, your brain short circuiting for a minute, he’s hot as hell when he gets like this. “What if I don’t? What if I want Pietro to keep telling me how pretty I am?” You bite your lip gently.
Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, taking in a long slow breath. If there was one woman who knew how to get under his skin. It was you.
“Is that what you want? Someone to call you pretty?” He asks, he pulls you against his chest, his metal arm locking you tightly there. “Someone to tell you how good you look while his head is between your legs?”
Your cheeks feel flush as he leans down, whispering in your ear. “Well pretty girl” he says it like it’s dirty “I’ll show you just how damn pretty you are.”
Bucky turns you away from the safety that was Steve and pushes you towards the exit, Natasha whistles as you both leave and Carol laughs with her as your cheeks heat up even more. Once you’re out of the room Bucky takes your hand, leading you down the corridor to the elevator. The doors open and you hesitate for a moment. He smirks and pulls you in, smushing you against his chest again. He rubs your back lovingly as he kisses you. You kiss him back, standing on your toes and really going for it. He snickers as he pushes you away and turns you around so your back is against his chest now.
“Nice try sweetheart. You know you can’t manipulate me out of this.”
Bucky pushes you from the elevator and down to his room, your feet stumble a little as you try to slow him down but there’s no stopping him. He opens the door and you walk in, standing there like you don’t know what to do next. He glares at you again and you sigh
“Might as well get it over with” he says in a singsong voice as he sits down in a kitchen chair.
“F-fine” you pretend to sniffle as you remove your dress, letting it fall to your feet. You unhook your bra and toss it aside then wiggle out of your panties. He pats his lap and you walk over slowly, groaning as you lay across his thick thighs. He rubs his hand over your ass and you wince, tensing up a bit. He rolls his eyes as he gives it a light pat.
“I haven’t even started yet doll” he smoothes his hand over your bare ass again and smiles before giving it a harsh slap. He does it twice more before you even get a noise out. A strangled cry as he hums, absolutely pleased.
“You’re so pretty Y/N you know that?… look at the way your ass jiggles for me” he does it again, his hand coming down heavier this time and you yelp trying to hold onto something. You grab onto his leg, your own legs spreading a bit more.
“Is this enough for you my love?” He asks as he rubs your sore ass and smiles lovingly “Don’t I make you feel pretty enough? Tell me why you wanted them.”
“I just wanted your attention, I-I didn’t think this part through.” You groan as he helps you sit up, your cunt dripping on his thighs. He arranges you against his chest, opening your legs over his.
“No I don’t think you did doll” He whispers in your ear as he slaps your cunt. Your legs shoot up as you gasp in pain. He pulls them back down and gives it another quick slap before pushing his fingers deep inside of you, curling up and hitting just the right spot.
“But I guess I can forgive you” You lay your head on his shoulder, moaning loudly as your body writhes on his. He uses his metal hand to rub your clit, your body shudders from the cool feeling. He takes his time, teasing your clit in slow circles his fingers pumping in and out of you. Your legs pull up so your feet are rested on his knees and he chuckles, watching you winding up slowly.
“You’re my beautiful girl you understand that?” His fingers speed up on your clit and you start to grind down on his fingers, moaning loudly.
“So gorgeous, so flawless for me” he growls in your ear as he squeezes your clit
“And I don’t fucking share”
Your orgasm rips through you, sending your legs out straight and your hands gripping his arms. Your body twists in pleasure as you ride his fingers crying and panting through your orgasm.
“Fuck you’re so hot when you do that” He laughs breathlessly. You curl up in his lap and he brings you over to his bed, easing you down and covering you up. He gets into bed with you and kisses you gently all over your face, rubbing your butt softly. “That’s my good girl” he smiles as you kiss him, softly whining from the dull ache. He chuckles and puts his forehead against yours, watching as you fall asleep in his arms.