Ready (Bucky x Reader)
“Mmm” You hummed into Bucky as your tongue explored his mouth. Your hands were slowly moving down from their spot on his chest, and he seemed equally enthusiastic if the movement of his right hand toward your chest was any indication.
You’d just reached the edge of his waistband when all of a sudden, his face pulled back and his hand gently pushed against you. You could still feel the warmth and curbed the urge to whine. “Bucky?”
His face was expressionless, courtesy of years of spy training, but you knew him well enough to see the battle of lust versus concern crossing his features. You had an idea of why he’d never initiated intimacy or let you take it all the way, and it broke your heart. You knew he was terrified of hurting you because of all the years he spent as a weapon. You tried to show him that you were strong and resilient. You tried to show him that he would never hurt you. It was working but at a very slow pace.
The same reasons stood to prevent you from sleeping in the same bed as him. He didn’t want to hurt you during a nightmare. Either way, FRIDAY would inform you when he was having one, and you would help him with cuddles and reassurance. Then you would fall asleep in each other’s arms.
Today, he had invited you to stay the night from the start. You’d gotten your hopes up for taking things further, but you respected his decision to stop. If he was too worried and tense, it wouldn’t be fun for either of you.
You sat on your haunches for a moment, regaining your breathing a bit. You gave him a reassuring smile before asking to use the shower.
He still had a dash of insecurity on his features. “I’ll be right back.” You kissed him on the cheek.
“I didn’t get a proper shower after my run this evening. I probably stink. Why would you let me get this far?” You joked and he smiled. The tension was gone.
“Don’t steal all the sheets while I’m gone.” You disappeared into the bathroom connected to Bucky’s room. You had the urge to snoop around since you hadn’t been in here before, but you resisted it. Maybe you took a sneak peek, but there wasn’t anything interesting. There was plenty of space for your stuff though. You grinned at the thought of moving your stuff into his room. No more going back to your room for your morning routine.
Finally, you turned the shower head. Your mind drifted to daydreams of you and Bucky sharing a room. They devolved into some dirtier scenes. You might’ve been more worked up from the makeout session than you’d let on. Bucky wouldn’t mind if you took care of yourself in here, right?
Bucky leaned back against the bed. He was feeling hot. He thought about that guy with the crooked nose who little Stevie had gotten into a bar fight with. He thought about when Clint drew a face on his stomach and walked around with no shirt on making it talk with a stupid voice. He thought about the blob aliens he’d fought last week.
You never hesitated to pull his left hand into yours. You’d bring it up to cup your face or hold it in public or snuggle up underneath it. You constantly reassured him that you relished his touch and that you loved his prosthetic arm.
Tony had rebuilt most of it to include the more average functions that came with everyday living. The arm was practically new and it was no longer solely a killing machine. Still, he was hesitant to put the metal against you. You were the best thing that’d ever happened to him. You accepted him wholeheartedly and helped him find himself in his darkest times. You weren’t fragile, but he couldn’t live with himself if he ever harmed you.
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of a moan. It sounded like it was intentionally being muffled. A person without enhanced hearing wouldn’t have noticed. He shot to a sitting position for a second, before relaxing when he realized the noise wasn’t pained. Sometimes he had a hard time accepting he was safe, and he was very protective of the whole team, especially you.
There was another moan, slightly louder. He could hear your heavy breathing and unconsciously moved closer to the door. Your breathing sped up and you let a soft “God” out.
Even ugly bar man, Clint’s tummy, and strange extraterrestrials weren’t saving him this time. He slowly opened the bathroom door.
“Mind if I join?” His voice was husky and low.
“Bucky?” Yours was breathy, but as you took in his appearance, you realized what he wanted. You stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. His expression fell, fearing rejection.
“I’d rather join you in the bed.” You gave a lopsided grin as you dried yourself off as little as you could get away with. You pushed him back into the room, face blushed pink from the steamy shower, the realization that he had heard you, or your current activity.
You pushed him down on the bed. He could easily resist, but he fell back and let you climb on top.
You kissed him deeply. “Do you want this?” You pulled back, momentarily distracted by his red lips, but ultimately asked the question.
In response, he kissed you again and slid his hands up your torso.
“M’ ready”