Bucky Barnes - I Trust You
“Bucky,” I sighed as I ran into his arms.
He seemed shocked that I was with him, furrowing his brows but catching my body in his. I wrapped my arms tightly around his neck and squeezed, his hands holding my hips close.
“What are you doing here?” He asked.
“Don’t worry about that,” I smiled as I cupped his cheeks.
Bucky seemed to catch up with himself and hastily pressed a kiss to my lips. Sharon cooed whilst Sam groaned and turned around. I pulled back as a blush crept up my neck.
“Not even five minutes,” Sam muttered as I walked towards him with my arms stretched wide.
“Jealous Sammy?” I winked as I hugged him.
“Who’s gonna introduce me to the lovely girlfriend?” I tensed as I heard a familiar voice.
Turning around slowly my blood ran cold as my eyes narrowed. “You,”
Bucky quickly held me back as I went to launch myself at Zemo. “You’re feisty for a historian,” he teased.
“You used me to get to Bucky,” I snarled. “I have a mind to teach you a few things,”
“We’re working with him,” Bucky said into my ear.
“What?” I snapped, looking up at him.
“He knows things no one else does,” Bucky said again. “He’s fine.”
I shrugged Bucky off and glared at them. “You’re all morons,”
“Come on, let’s get ready for the party,” Sharon tugged me around the room as I continued to stare them all down.
Two bottles of wine, a dress far too tight and a large amount of make up later, Sharon was slipping on her heals and listening to me rant.
“I mean, he literally murdered someone to get to Buck, and they’re pretending that never happened?” I finished my wine. “Men, fucking idiots,”
The base had long started booming through the grand apartment. “Come on, drink your troubles away on the dance floor.”
I didn’t see Bucky or Sam for a while, Sharon and I closely dancing with each other. We howled with laughter as she span me around and tugged me back into her. Our noses bumped as I watched as a drop of sweat trickled down her forehead to her cheek.
Sharons eyes flicked behind us. “Someone’s watching,”
I turned my head to see Bucky standing still with body’s moving around him, his eyes trailing over me before flicking to look at my face. The alcohol had eased my anger towards his stupid actions, however, I wasn’t so easy as to forgive him entirely.
Sharon pushed me towards him, Bucky catching me as I stumbled into his arms. I lazily slung my arms over his shoulders and toyed with his hair.
“How much have you had to drink?” Bucky’s low voice said into my ear.
I giggled. “Enough for two,”
He couldn’t help the smile that tugged on his lips. “Are you still angry with me?”
His hands went to my hips and pulled me close, head going to the crook of my neck. “Maybe another drink and I won’t be,”
He scoffed against my skin, kissing the hot skin. “I know what I’m doing,”
My hand wound into his hair and tugged him back, his eyes casting down to mine. “I trust you,” I hummed.
Bucky’s fingers laced with mine as he quickly tugged me through the moving crowd. I stumbled on my heels, trying to pull him back but Bucky simply surged forward. He led me down a quiet hallway, trying doors that were locked until one near the end opened.
The office looked unused and barren. A smart desk, bookshelves lining the walls and a small seating area near the front of the room. Before I could asked what Bucky was doing, he locked the door and pressed me against it.
“Say it again,” he asked as he nipped at my exposed shoulder, moving to suck on my neck.
I furrowed my brows and bit back a moan. “Say what again?”
“What you said on the dance floor,” his hand came up to squeeze my breast.
I gasped as he easily found my nipple through the thin fabric and harshly tugged, rolling it between his thumb and finger.
“I-I can’t remember what I said,” I confessed as I bucked my hips against his.
He pulled back and pressed his forehead mine. “You said you trusted me,”
The tension slowed. “Of course I do,” I whispered.
“Say it again,” he picked my up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me against the door.
“I trust you with everything I have, Bucky.” I cooed into his ear.
He groaned into my neck and rutted his hips against mine, the dress riding up and exposing my bare thighs. His hands slid down to cup my behind, squeezing the flesh tightly which enticed another gasp from my lips.
“Please baby,” he strained. “Haven’t felt you for so long,”
I slid down his body, our height difference still distinct, even with the heels on. He spun me around, back to front, trapping my body to the door with his.
“Gonna be quick Doll,” he pulled himself out of his tight jeans. “Can’t have Sharon knowing I’m fucking you in her office,”
I moaned and tilted me head back, gazing up at Bucky. “Please, give me your cock,”
His eyes rolled back as he eased into me, a moan leaving my lips as he filled me. “So fucking tight,” he swore as he bottomed out. “God I missed you,”
I giggled. “I missed you too,”
His hips drew back slowly and eased forward again, hands holding my hips tightly. “Touched myself thinking of you,” he confessed breathlessly.
“Really?” I squeaked as his hips snapped roughly.
“Thought of you beneath me,” Bucky said. “Looking so fucked out as you always do,”
“You’re so good,” I whined.
“Yeah?” I could feel his ego swelling. “My cock the best you ever had?”
“Yes!” His hand stooped down and found my clit, rubbing tight circles into my bundle of nerves.
“Know it is,” he said. “Fucking know ‘cos you’re such a little slut for it,”
“I-I like that you touched yourself t-thinking of me,” I hiccuped as he gave a particularly hard thrust.
“Yeah?” He teased. “Stroked my cock loads honey, just imaging my hand was this tight little pussy. Nothing - fuck - nothing feels as good as you, like you were made to take my cock,”
“Like that thought? That you were born just to give me pleasure, someone to shove my cock into?” He was cocky and loving the dominance he rarely found in real life.
My stomach began to tighten as I felt my release creeping up on me. “I’m gonna...Buck, please-“
“Cum baby,” he ordered, fingers increasing their speed. “Haven’t felt you cum in so long,”
I threw my head back and cried out loudly. My legs shook and gave way, Bucky holding me up. I saw stars as he sunk his teeth into my neck and groaned, cumming inside me quickly. With a few more ruts of his hips, Bucky slowed as fell into me against the door.
“I know,” I giggled and gasped again as he pulled himself out. Bucky stopped to look at his work, squeezing my hips. “Still a sight to hold,”
He pulled down my skirt and turned me around. “I meant it though, I do miss you when you’re gone,”
His thumb ran over my cheek. “This one last job, and I’ll be back.” He reassured me.
My gut twisted and I knew it was a lie. But I simply leant up and kissed him, unlocking the door and leading him back to the party.
