Off limits
It started with stolen glances, moments that lingered too long, and feelings that both of you tried—and failed—to bury. Bucky Barnes was your dad’s best friend, and the unspoken rule between you was simple: don’t cross the line.
But rules were made to be broken.
TW - smut, angst, age gap , DBF
The cabin was quiet, save for the soft crackle of the fireplace. Your dad had stepped out to grab supplies, leaving you alone with Bucky. The tension in the room was suffocating, the kind that had been brewing between you for years. Every stolen glance, every accidental brush of his hand, had built up to this moment.
You sat curled up on the couch, trying to focus on the book in your lap, but your eyes kept drifting to Bucky. He sat across the room, nursing a glass of whiskey, his metal hand resting on his thigh as he stared into the flames. He looked every bit as tortured as you felt, his jaw tight, his shoulders tense.
“Stop staring, doll,” he said, his voice low and gruff.
You flushed, snapping your gaze back to the book. “I’m not.”
“You are,” he said, his tone softer now. “And it’s gonna get us both in trouble.”
You closed the book with a sigh, setting it aside. “Why is it always about trouble with you, Bucky?”
His gaze finally met yours, and the intensity in his steel-blue eyes made your breath hitch. “Because this—” he gestured between the two of you, “—is a bad idea.”
“Why?” you challenged, standing up and crossing the room to stand in front of him. “Because my dad wouldn’t approve? Because you think you’re too old for me?”
He looked away, his jaw clenching. “Both.”
You knelt in front of him, placing your hands on his knees. “What if I don’t care?”
Bucky’s metal hand twitched, his fingers curling into a fist as he fought to keep himself in check. “You should care, sweetheart. I’m not the guy you think I am.”
“You’re exactly the guy I think you are,” you said softly, your fingers brushing against his. “You’re kind, loyal, and you’ve been there for me more times than I can count. You’re not some monster, Bucky. You’re… you.”
He let out a shaky breath, his head dropping forward. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me, doll.”
“Then show me,” you whispered, leaning closer.
Bucky’s resolve crumbled. He reached out, his metal hand brushing your cheek as his flesh hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. His lips crashed against yours, desperate and unrelenting, like he’d been starving for this moment.
You gasped into his mouth, your hands sliding up to tangle in his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands gripped your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap. You could feel the hard press of him beneath you, and it sent a thrill racing through you.
“Bucky,” you breathed as his lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“Tell me to stop,” he murmured against your skin, his voice thick with desire. “If this is too much, just say the word.”
But you didn’t want him to stop. You wanted more.
“I don’t want you to stop,” you whispered, your hands fisting in his shirt.
That was all the permission he needed. His hands slid beneath your shirt, his touch both rough and gentle as he explored your skin. His metal hand was cool against your heated flesh, sending shivers down your spine.
“You’re so beautiful,” he muttered, his lips brushing against your collarbone. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”
You arched into his touch, your breath coming in short gasps as he pulled your shirt over your head. His lips returned to yours, hungry and possessive, as his hands roamed your body, igniting every nerve ending.
“Bucky,” you moaned, your hips grinding against him.
He groaned, his grip tightening on your waist. “You’re gonna be the death of me, doll.”
“Then don’t hold back,” you said, your voice trembling with need.
His control snapped. He stood, carrying you effortlessly to the bedroom, his lips never leaving yours. He laid you down on the bed, his gaze dark and filled with want as he hovered over you.
“This might ruin everything,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But I can’t stay away from you anymore.”
“Then don’t,” you said, pulling him down to you. In that moment, nothing else mattered—not the rules, not the consequences. All that mattered was him.