Chapter 2
You didn’t know how much time had passed. You only woke from your miserable stupor when you heard a knock on the door. You gathered that it must’ve been Steve and got up from the couch. You looked at yourself in the mirror to see your dress torn, and your hair messed.
“Just a minute!” You yelled through the door. You hastily fixed your appearance best you could before opening the door. Steve stood smiling brightly with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hand. “Hi” was all he said as he took in the sight of you in your second best dress (the first having been torn moments ago.)
“Those are beautiful” you said as you reached for the flowers and encouraged him to step in. “Not as beautiful as you” he said as he walked in. You blushed and smiled in response. You walked to your sink to get a vase to place them in as you thought about how this night would go. You couldn’t very well go on a date in the state in which Bucky had left you.
You considered asking Steve to reschedule, saying that you felt ill. But then your mind flashed back to what Bucky had said, to what he had threatened. Your shuddered to think that he would make good on his promise to terrorize you again if you didn’t do as he bid. So, you finally decided that you would have to shove down whatever feelings you had about what Bucky had done, and focus on your evening with Steve. You could wait until bedtime to cry.
“Shall we?” Steve offered you his elbow after you put away the flowers. “We shall” you linked your arm with his and let him lead you out of your apartment building and into his car.
As you drove you noticed Steve constantly stealing glances in your direction. It seemed to partly be admiration, and partly convincing himself you were actually there. He seemed unbelievably excited and it just seemed too sweet. You tried to remind yourself that you were in the car with a kind gentleman who liked you for who you were. You were no longer trapped with the monster that manhandled you earlier this evening.
This night would go just fine. You just had to stay focused and try not to let your mind wander. With company like Steve, you might even enjoy this evening. You finally pulled into a parking spot in the field. You sat there for a moment in silence looking at the cartoons playing on the screen.
“Do you want to grab some snacks before the movie starts?” He asked with a tap to your arm. You jolted at the sudden touch but quickly calmed yourself down so he didn’t notice. You thought you might dissolve to tears if he asked you what was wrong. “Sounds great!” You replied.
You both made your way to the concession building that stood in the middle of the four movie screens. As you started on the small trek across the field, you felt his hand inch closer to yours. They brushed against each other until Steve finally worked up the courage to hold your hand. You tried not to show you were uncomfortable with the touch. Ordinarily you would’ve been flattered by the gesture, but right now all you could feel was Bucky’s had tightly gripping your wrist.
“What’s your favourite kind of candy?” You asked him to distract yourself. “Umm, Maltesers. I just love having them at the movies. You?” You thought for a moment. “Caramel bites” you said with a glance in his direction. “Caramel bites?” He gave you a confused grin. “Y’know, those littles cubes of soft caramel.” You explained. “Right, then caramel bites you shall get.”
You each got your respective candies, and a popcorn and a large soda to share. You made your way back to his car while giggling and talking about what you thought the movie was gonna be about. You were thankful your hands were full and therefore too occupied to hold each other’s.
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It wasn’t long into the movie when Steve noticed y/n get a little antsy. She seemed nervous, though about what, he had no clue. He was trying to be the perfect gentleman, but she seemed sort of off to him. She was still her normal, smiley, talkative self, but it seemed a bit forced. And she was jumpier than ever too.
Steve continued to pay attention to the movie. He had never been a date without Bucky there to coach him. Any time he’d been out with a girl he was dragged along to be second for Bucky’s date’s friend. He didn’t know what he should be doing. Should he talk to her, or would that interrupt the movie? Should he touch her, or would that be too forward. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he felt a hand rest on his thigh.
Y/n made small circles with her thumb against his leg. Eventually the hand started to trail upward. She took a deep breath and kept her eyes on the movie. It was like she didn’t want to see what she was doing. Soon enough, the hand made its way to his crotch, resting on his now hardening bulge.
“What- what are you doing?” He whispered. “Nothing, just pay attention to the movie” she whispered back. He did as he was told and put his eyes forward. There was the unmistakable sound of a zipper and a belt in the car. Steve jumped momentarily at y/n’s forwardness. She pulled away.
“I- I don’t have to, if you don’t want.” She said. “No - no I do. I do want, I just - I wasn’t expecting this.” He sheepishly murmured. “Is this okay?” She asked as she reached into his underwear. He gulped before nodding. The feeling of y/n’s hand on him already had him hardening. Soon enough he was at full mast and she unsheathed him from his underwear.
Steve’s eyes widened in surprise when he saw her head move closer to his crotch. She placed her mouth right above his dick and licked his tip. He let out a gasp of both shock and pleasure. She continued to jerk his shaft as she left licks and kisses to his head. He let out a garbled moan when she put him in her mouth. She sunk down on him before pulling away until the tip, and repeating the process.
Steve gently placed his hand on the back of her head. He remembered Bucky telling him what to do if a dame ever went down on him. He said that girls like it when a guy takes control. That he should grab her head and do the pushing. Steve wasn’t quite as forward as he was sure Bucky would be. He didn’t push or pull, he just gently laid his hand there. It felt like a reassurance that this was real. But, he let her control the pace.
“Oh god” Steve groaned when y/n sucked at his head. “You’re - you’re really good at that” he breathed through a moan. She picked up her pace and Steve responded immediately. He was quickly approaching his orgasm, and she could tell. “Y/n, I’m, I’m gonna” he cut himself off with another moan. “You, you should get off” he said. He didn’t want to get it in her mouth. She tapped his thigh as assurance and he released himself in her mouth with a moan.
Y/n pulled herself off of him and turned to the the window. She rolled it down enough to spit out his essence from her mouth. She was breathing heavily when she turned back to see Steve breathing even harder.
“I didn’t want to make a mess in the car” she explained. He just gave an exhausted and appreciative nod in response. They spent the rest of the movie in relative silence, a few comments here and there.
Steve drove her home after the movie and they parted with a goodnight kiss. He couldn’t wait to tell Bucky about the date tomorrow. It was definitely a success in his books.
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You stepped into your apartment and broke down to tears before you even closed the door. You went about your nighttime routine and allowed yourself to break down once you were in bed. You lay there swaddled in your blankets, crying your eyes out. It wasn’t long before you cried yourself to sleep.
You woke up after a restless sleep. You dreamt of Bucky that night. His wandering hands, his vile grin. You wanted to slap him across his smug face, but all you could think about is what he would do to you in return. Sunday was supposed to be a nice and relaxing day before going back to work, but it was far from relaxing. You spent the day unsuccessfully distracting yourself from your own memories.
Soon enough Monday came and it was back to work. The day was uneventful. Steve was there for his morning scone which you gave to him with a smile as always. You were about to close up when your heard the bell ring. You were in the back packing things up and you were the only one in the shop.
“Sorry, we’re closing up” you said with your customer service voice as you opened the door to the front. You froze in your tracks when you saw Bucky waiting at the counter. “Hey doll” he had that same smirk on his face. You didn’t think just a smile couldn’t sicken you so much.
“What are you doing here?” You asked as sternly as you could muster. “Stevie told me all about your date. Didn’t think you had it in ya” he taunted. He leaned on the counter and moved his face closer to yours. “Maybe I’ll have to try that pretty mouth for myself next time.” You held back the whimper of fear lodged in your throat.
“That wasn’t the deal” you pulled away from him. “You said if I did that for Steve, you would leave me alone.” You rounded the counter to approach him. “Now get out of my shop, I have to close” you said with a push to his unbelievably firm chest.
“Y’know” he stepped closer “the last time you told me to get out, it didn’t end so great for you.” He pushed you against the counter a pressed his body to yours. His hands started to trail down your sides and rested on your hips. “Please, please just leave” you begged him.
“That’s better. I like when you beg.” He pulled away from you. “Why don’t you pack me up one for those blueberry scones Steve told me about and I’ll be on my way.” You quickly went back to the other side of the counter and grabbed him a scone. You put it in a small bag and handed it to him. You were so desperate to get him out of there that you didn’t bring up the subject of payment.
He accepted it happily and gave you another evil grin before walking out the door. You quickly ran to the door to lock it and flip the closed sign. You would never truly be rid of Bucky Barnes.