Bucky x Reader
Mild smut
851 words
“(y/n), guess who just walked in,” your housemate hissed in your ear, the music from the speakers directly beside you almost drowning her out. “your boy toy.”
“You need to stop.” You laughed, your eyes unwillingly drifting to the door where he was standing, greeting the people around him.
You’d known him for only weeks, and while he had made it explicitly clear that he was interested in you, there was no part of you prepared to hook up with a six foot tall model-esque boy who was friends with your old housemate. Should it go wrong you would be ruined. You would have to leave the country. You made to leave the room, not wanting to have to deal with him until you had had much more alcohol, but he managed to make his way through the crowd and cut you off before you reached the stairs.
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you were avoiding me.” He said with a wink.
“Now why would I do a thing like that?” You replied, inwardly cursing and trying to determine the fastest route to alcohol.
“Can I get you a drink?” Well that’s one problem sorted.
“Sure.” You replied, smiling and probably failing at hiding your inner turmoil.
“I’m going to be straight with you.” Bucky said, handing you a cup with a mystery liquid in that you promptly downed in one, only to find it was almost straight vodka.
“Uh huh.” You coughed, your throat burning as much as you imagined your face was.
“I still think we should have sex.” You had only met Bucky a couple of weeks ago, after he had been invited to the pub by your old housemate. As one of the most forward people you have ever met, he pretty much instantaneously asked if you wanted to have sex with him. To which you had laughed off nervously, hoping he would drop the matter. He didn’t.
“Come and see my after I’ve had another drink and I’ll think about it.” You said with a high pitched, panicked laugh, ducking away from him and scurrying off to find your friends.
“He asked you again?” They all asked when you reported back what Bucky had said to you, looking delighted. They all crowded around, discussing a game plan, working out the best way for you to hook up with Bucky at the party.
“Alright everyone just leave me alone!” You cried eventually, walking away from your scheming friends, and heading upstairs to find a bathroom. Just as you got to the top of the stairs, Bucky stepped out of the bathroom, his mouth cracking into a huge smile when he saw you. You toyed with the idea of throwing yourself down the stairs, but controlled the urge and forced a smile.
“You need to quit playing hard to get.” He said with a wink. “It’s turning me on.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? You’re saying you don’t want to have sex with me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I thought so.” He said with a smirk.
“You know what. Fine. Let’s have sex.” You said suddenly, terrified at your own sudden confidence. Relishing in the look of shock on Buckys face, you grabbed his arm and pulled him into the closest bedroom, shutting the door behind you. It was only when you were alone in a dark room that you regretted every decision you had made in your life that lead you to this moment. In a panic, you turned for the door, intending to leave, but Bucky reached for you before you could.
“You’re not leaving are you?” He whispered in a voice that made your knees weak.
In response all you could manage was a kind of ‘hung’ sound, your heart hammering in your chest as Bucky leant in, gently pressing his lips against yours. The first contact seemed to flood you both with confidence, and you instantly moved closer, pressing your bodies together, needing more.
“I’ve wanted you for so long.” He murmured into your mouth.
“You’ve only known me for a couple of weeks.” You murmured back.
“Don’t ruin the mood.” He said, breaking the kiss and pulling you round, pushing you back onto the bed.
“I’m sorry I’m just really nervous I don’t know what I’m doing and you’re so fit and I’m sorry if it’s terrible I can just go now if you-”
“If you don’t shut up I will gag you.” He threatened, standing at the edge of the bed looking down at you. He then seemed to consider his words. “Maybe I will anyway.”
With that, he leant down and kissed you again, deeper this time, his body pressing down on top of yours. His knee slipped between your legs, pushing them apart, making you catch your breath. Gently, his hand ran up your top, but before it got too far he paused to look at you.
“Is this alright?” He asked softly. You nodded eagerly, wanting nothing more than for him to continue.
