Hi!!! I'm absolutely in love with your Bucky and Fairy series!!!! I think your an awesome writer❤️. I was wondering if you could write a story about Fairy being worried of Bucky cheating after they're married since he was such a player. And Bucky swears to her that he has eyes for no one else now but her.
love it let's go
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he wouldn't. he couldn't. bucky is entirely incapable of hurting you - especially in that way. isn't he?
content warning: mob!bucky x wife!reader, mature themes, insecure thoughts, angst, mention of cheating, misunderstanding trope, hurt/comfort, fluff. also this is pretty long by my standards!!
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Being married to Bucky usually feels like the most natural thing in the world, but there are times when you feel a little out of your depth. One of those times being when he brings you to parties. You're still not quite used to being the Queen of New York and having all the power that title brings, especially not when you've been on Bucky's arm for years now - but people are finally starting to actually respect you rather than brush you off as just another one of his girls.
The main thing that's changed is how much more comfortable the women are around you. Now that your relationship with Bucky is legitimate, and the possibility of you being a mistress planning on seducing their husbands has significantly lowered, they are much warmer to you.
"Take advantage of this time - you're still in the honeymoon phase, meaning he'll do anything you ask," Giselda tells you with a wistful look. "It wears off quick."
"Don't scare her, Selda," Fran scolds her lightly. "You sound like a bitter, old lady."
"I am a bitter, old lady!" Giselda retorts with a dry laugh, before turning her attention back to you. "Don't take this part for granted. Before the kids, and the stress, and the late nights he'll spend at another woman's house-"
"Selda!" Fran cuts in with a glare. "That's enough."
You take no mind. Deep down, you know they could never understand just how deeply you and Bucky feel for each other. They don't realize how your relationship is stronger than they could fathom, built on the foundation of friendship and blossoming with each passing day. He isn't capable of betraying you.
But doubt has an ugly way of creeping in when it's not welcome.
"Who's she?" You ask Sam with a raised brow as you nod towards where Bucky's speaking warmly with a woman you don't recognize. She looks around fifteen years older than you and Bucky, and she's admittedly gorgeous.
Sam looks across the bar and seems surprised when he sees her. "Oh. That is, uh, an old friend of his. A very old friend; I haven't seen or heard about her since before he met you," He tells you.
"I see," You utter, trying not to let the irritation seep into your tone as they laugh together.
You're not a jealous wife - at least, you didn't think you'd be. Back when you were only friends, you would get horrifically jealous, but that was because you were so scared of losing him to someone else. Now, though, there's a ring on his finger signifying to the world that he's yours, and you're entirely secure in your marriage.
But something about her and the way she's looking at him irks you.
"Did they fuck?" You ask Sam, throwing casual out the window.
He lifts up his drink. "No," He tells you. "Not to my knowledge, anyway."
You turn to him and raise a brow.
"They didn't," He doubles down more firmly. "Agatha helped us out when we were in trouble a few years ago. Sure, they flirted, but you know him. He'd flirt with a brick wall. Nothing ever happened between them."
That brings you solace - until you recount the whole story to your nail woman.
"Oh, no. Oh, no, no," Josefina utters, shaking her head.
"What?" You ask with a frown.
"They haven't slept together," She says gravely, looking up at you as she files your nails. "Means they'll be still be curious as to what it would be like."
"Jamie doesn't waste his time thinking about what sex would be like with other women," You tell her curtly.
"All men think about is what sex will be like with every woman they encounter, whether they're happily married or not- it's only natural," She claims. "But when the women in question are thinking the same thing, that's the danger zone. Who is this woman, what's the history?"
"She's in the same line of work as him, to my knowledge," You tell her. "Helped Jamie almost a decade ago, and now she's resurfaced out of nowhere."
Josefina nods slowly before looking back down at your nails. "I'll file these into claws, just in case."
The first time Bucky lies to your face is on a late Thursday night.
"You shouldn't have waited up for me, fairy," He says as he wraps his arms around you.
"I didn't wanna eat without you," You tell him honestly as you take a bite from the bowl of pasta you're sharing.
"Missed you today," He mumbles against your forehead before opening his mouth to let you feed him.
"Missed you more," You say before turning to him. "How was your day?"
"Uh, it was fine," He replies with his eyes on the food. "Just been balancing the books with Alex and Sam. Took a little longer than I expected."
Your blood runs cold. Just an hour ago, Sam dropped by to see you. He didn't mention anything about being with Bucky tonight - in fact, he seemed surprised to hear Bucky wasn't home.
"Oh, Aggie? She's helping us get into Chicago," He tells you casually. "She's got good connections there, and you know how I've always wanted Chicago."
You can't help but be straight up with him - he may be able to lie to your face, but you can't hold back when there's something you want to know. "Who's that woman?" You ask him curtly. "She seems to be at the bar quite a bit."
Aggie. Your eye twitches at the nickname that leaves his mouth so easily. Does he think about fucking her? Was he with her tonight?
"What are you giving her in return?" You ask him curiously.
"She's a good friend; she hasn't asked for anything," Bucky explains before taking another bite. "I'm sure there'll be an opportunity for me to help her out in the future, though. Heck, by now, I must owe her a hundred favors."
"She seems nice," You say with as much sincerity as you can muster. "I'd like to properly meet her."
You almost regret telling him that.
The next day, you're checking the stock in one of the warehouses when he shows up with her. The idea of her sitting in his passenger seat, where you'd usually sit, makes your stomach churn.
Stop it. You trust him.
"Fairy, this is Agatha Harkness," He says with a smile. "Aggie, this is my beautiful wife, Y/N."
"I've heard so much about you," She tells you with a smile as she holds her hand out to you. "The fact that you tamed James must mean you're an incredible woman. I'm in awe of you."
Oh, it's James now?
You take in a deep breath and do well to shake her hand rather than claw her eyes out. Fucking James.
Somehow, you manage to force a smile. "Can't say I've heard anything about you, Agatha," You can't help but say.
She shoots him a smirk. "I don't blame him; there's not really much to say."
"You're being modest," Bucky says with a chuckle before looking over to you. "Aggie is very good at what she does. She could sell a machine gun to the Dalai Lama."
Your hand slips into his, subconsciously staking your claim.
"I met James when he was only seventeen," She tells you with a smile. "He's grown into such a handsome young man - but I'm not surprised. He's always been gorgeous."
Inwardly cringing as you try to mentally work out how old she must've been back then, you squeeze Bucky's hand. He gives you a cheeky wink, one that would usually elicit a giggle from you, but you can't help but feel ill.
The first time you imagine them fucking, you're disgusted with yourself.
"What's wrong, fairy?" Bucky asks you between heavy breaths while you scramble to sit on the edge of the bed.
You shake your head, trying desperately to get the image out of your head. Think about rainbows. Butterflies. Puppies.
"Baby, talk to me," He mumbles, gently rubbing your back. "Everything okay?"
It happened against your will - you didn't want to think about Bucky having sex with another woman. But as you were riding him, as his head fell back and the groans left his mouth, you couldn't help but wonder.
How could you?
Looking over at him, into his deep blue eyes, you feel absolutely awful. How could you ever think he could hurt you in that way?
"You okay, fairy?" He mumbles softly, gently stroking your arm. "Something I can do? Need me to fuck off?"
Looking over at him, meeting his shiny eyes, you can't help but be disgusted with yourself. After seven months of marriage and nine years of friendship, you know him better than you know himself. You know his character.
"I'm okay," You find the energy to say. "Just..."
"You're alright," He says, placing a soft kiss to your cheek. He doesn't need an explanation - you want to stop having sex, and that doesn't need a reason. More than anything, he's your safe space, and he'd never push you out of your comfort zone during such an intimate moment. The bedroom is where you're both most vulnerable, and Bucky understands that sometimes, it can feel too intense, and you need a break.
And you know all this. Which is why you're so angry at yourself for doubting his loyalty, for allowing yourself to picture such a horrid scene. He wouldn't. He couldn't betray you.
You're starting to see Bucky less and less during the days, and you can't help but spiral. As you lay next to him in bed, your mind wanders to dark places.
He's on his Kindle and you're staring up at the ceiling. His arm's around your shoulder, fingers gently stroking your skin.
Why hasn't he made a move on you yet? He's usually all over you when he hasn't seen you all day. Could it be he's already been satisfied tonight?
Stop. How could you think like that?
"Fairy?" He whispers suddenly, pulling you from your thoughts. "What you thinking about, baby?"
You turn on your side to look at him. "You," Is your truthful answer.
"Yeah?" He asks with a smirk, putting away his Kindle before turning to you and resting his hand on your waist. "What about me?"
"Wondering why we aren't fucking yet," You admit simply.
He raises his brows and shuffles in closer to you. "Well, to be honest, after the other night... I thought I should give you some space. I didn't wanna push you," He tells you.
"Oh, that?" You ask with a soft laugh. "No, that was just a random blip. I want you, Jamie. Want you really bad."
"Yeah?" He asks, taking your hands and pinning them above your head, slowly nestling between your legs. "Is that right, fairy?"
"Mhm," You hum, craning your neck up, desperate to get a kiss from him.
"All you had to do was ask, pretty girl," Bucky mumbles before kissing you deeply. It feels safe, and secure, and like nothing has changed between you.
One of his hands trails down your body and between your legs, before it slips under your panties. He continues kissing you while rubbing your clit, making you whimper into his mouth.
"I missed you," You whisper as your back arches.
"I missed you too, fairy," Bucky says lowly, his hard cock digging into your thigh. Before you can beg him to fuck you, though, you hear the worst sound in the world.
His phone rings.
"Ugh, turn it off," You whine, the jarring sound going straight through you. "Why isn't it on silent mode?"
Bucky lifts his head up, his lips parted. "Shit. I've been waiting to hear back on something important," He tells you, making your blood run cold.
"James, if you answer that call, I swear to God..." You trail off, glaring at him.
"I'm sorry, fairy. Give me five minutes," He says before getting off of you and grabbing his phone from the nightstand.
You stare up at the ceiling, seething. The only thing worse than him answering a call with his fingers in your panties would be if the person on the other side was-
"Aggie, hey," He answers, making your hand twitch.
Immediately, you get off the bed and storm into the en-suite, making sure to slam the door behind you. You stare at yourself in the mirror. Have you lost it? Are you not as beautiful to him as you used to be? Is he bored of you?
There was a time when Bucky would let the city burn just so he could look at you. When the sound of his phone ringing would melt into the background if his lips were on yours. When he'd do anything just for a chance to look at you a little longer. What he just did was a betrayal of every promise he's made you. Maybe you're being dramatic, but it's he who set the precedent. Telling you nothing would ever come above you, that he'd rather die than hurt you.
When you re-enter the bedroom, he's hanging up the phone. You stare coldly at him. "How could you do that?" You ask him.
His face softens. "I'm sorry, fairy, it was-"
"I don't give a fuck what it was about, you don't do that. Not to me," You cut him off.
"Can I explain myself?" He asks, the frustration in his tone only pissing you off further.
"Shut the fuck up, don't talk to me like that," You retort, pointing your finger at him. "You're a fucking asshole. Go."
"Go?" He repeats with raised brows.
"Yeah. Get the fuck out, because you're not sleeping in here with me tonight," You tell him curtly.
It looks as though he's about to say something else, maybe even argue with you, but instead, he takes in a deep breath and leaves the room.
The next morning, you wake up just as angry as you were when you fell asleep. It was a shitty night, tossing and turning and constantly waking up, your hands reaching out for a warmth that wasn't there.
After showering and getting dressed, you head downstairs. Your plan is to be out of the house all day so you don't have to speak to Bucky, but just as you get to the kitchen to make yourself a quick drink, you're taken aback by what you see.
The island in the middle of the kitchen is covered in gift-wrapped boxes, baskets of your favorite foods and self-care items, and bouquets of flowers. You roll your eyes. It won't be that easy to win your forgiveness. You begin to walk straight over to the sink, but a familiar smell stops you in your tracks, right by the corner of the island.
Looking down, you see a platter of pastries from your favorite local bakery. You suck in a sharp breath. Ignore it. Walk away. Leave.
But they look so fresh.
Fuck it. With a huff, you grab a beignet and take a bite, your eyes fluttering shut at the softness and sweetness. While you chew, a pair of hands rest on your hips.
"I love you. I'm so, so sorry," Bucky says lowly, resting his chin on your shoulder as his arms wrap tightly around you. "I was an asshole. Shouldn't have done that to you, and I never will again."
Sighing, you turn to face him. "You think some sweet treats and flowers are gonna make me happy?" You ask him with a raised brow.
"I also got you that bracelet you've been eyeing up," He points out, resting his forehead against yours. "I'm sorry. I know saying it isn't enough but I need you to know that I mean it. I love you."
"Yeah," Is all you give him back before you continue eating the beignet.
"Let me take you to brunch, fairy, wherever you want," He requests, rubbing your hips. "And then we can go to the bar and celebrate Vinnie's 21st with the guys. What do you say?"
Looking up into his eyes, you nod. "Alright," You whisper.
His hands slip down to your ass and he leans down and kisses you softly. "You, uh... think we have time for a quickie, first?" He asks carefully.
With a scoff, you push him away. "In your fucking dreams, Barnes," You say with a glare, before taking a few steps towards the door. "Let's see how I'm feeling after brunch."
Though you weren't in the mood for sex after brunch, you did let Bucky eat you out on the way to the bar. It almost made you forget why you were ever mad at him, but when you get to the bar and see Agatha among the others, you're in a mood again.
Sam sits next to you while you watch Bucky speaking to Vinnie, likely giving him a lecture about being a man and taking on more responsibilities. Agatha lingers around them, making your fingers twitch.
"All good?" Sam asks you as he refills your glass with whisky.
"Meh," You let out, sinking back in your seat.
"What's wrong, hmm?" He presses, nudging your shoulder with his.
"Nothing; I'm being dramatic," You tell him before turning to him and lowering your voice. "Swear to me that this conversation stays between us?"
"Like every conversation we have," He replies, frowning. "What's going on?"
You let out a deep sigh. "I'm jealous," You admit, as painful as it is.
"Jealous? Of who?" He pushes incredulously.
"Alright, maybe jealous is the wrong word, because there's nothing about her I'm jealous of," You backtrack, malice seeping into your voice. "That fucking Agatha. I don't like her. Don't trust her."
Sam raises his brows and sits back, realization on his face. "Oh," He says simply, letting a short silence sit between you before he speaks again. "Her and Bucky are close."
"Yeah, no shit," You spit.
"Do you really think he'd do that to you?" Sam questions you.
"No," You answer immediately. "But I don't doubt she'd try."
"And that's all it would ever be," He assures you. "And the second she oversteps, she's out of here. Bucky wouldn't disrespect you by keeping someone like that around."
You hum, nodding slowly. He's right. Of course he's right.
"Anyway," Sam continues. "How's everything else? Your friends all good?"
Confused by his sudden interest in your girlfriends, you narrow your eyes at him. "Uh, yeah," You reply. "Why?"
"No, just making sure," He claims. "Y'know, one of yours is one of us. Gotta make sure everyone's eating good."
"They're eating good," You assure him, before his words remind you of something that makes you grin. "Banita is definitely eating good. She's finally not feeling sick anymore, and she's got all these weird pregnancy cravings, and a huge appetite."
"Oh, Banita, yeah," He breathes out. "How far along is she, now?"
"Seven months," You tell him with a smile. "It's the baby shower in a few weeks, and I'm so excited. It's gonna be so cute!"
"Are we invited?" He asks, surprising you. "Y'know, just to keep an eye on you guys, make sure you're safe."
"Uh, it's kind of like a women-only thing, and it's only a small thing at Banita's house, so no need for security guards," You explain. "But I'll bring you some leftover cake."
Sam nods. "Thanks. Appreciate it."
You sit back in your chair again, and glance over at where Bucky was talking to Vinnie. He's now talking to Agatha, much to your dismay. They're laughing.
"Like, what could they be talking about that's that funny?" You wonder out loud, shaking your head.
Sam snorts at you.
"What?" You ask him with a glare.
"It's just funny," He comments. "I remember back when Bucky would say shit like that about the guys you'd talk to. God, it was so frustrating how jealous he'd get. And he'd take it out on us whenever you had a date with someone else, so thanks for that." With a small smile, Sam looks over at you. "That man went through hell every day that you weren't his. I'd be damned if he screwed it up now that he's got you. You're too important to him, boss."
You continue looking at Bucky as he speaks to Agatha. Sam is right. You should listen to Sam. Stop letting your twisted mind overthink and drive you crazy. Bucky has more than earned your trust.
So why is he not moving her hand off his arm?
The final straw breaks you a week later.
Bucky had a long meeting with a supplier. You wanted to join him, seeing as you're trying to get more involved with the business, but he said he didn't want you there - that it might get ugly. He told you only him and Sam were going in, and it was going to be a difficult, tense conversation.
Naturally, you're concerned for him - even more so when you get a call from Sam at 10pm. Oh God. This is it. He's gonna tell you Bucky's dead.
"Hello?" You ask with a whisper.
"Hey, you," Sam replies, and it sounds like he's been drinking. "Uh, I was thinking about... what you said the other day. About Banita-"
"Sam, where are you?" You cut him off. "Are you not with James right now?"
"Huh? Nah, I'm at the bar," He tells you. "Haven't seen Buck all day."
"All day?" You repeat, your heart thudding in your chest. "But... uh, isn't he meeting with Novikov tonight?"
"What? No, that meeting isn't until next month," Sam tells you, making your blood run cold.
"Oh," You utter, feeling sick to your stomach.
"Is Bucky not home? I thought-"
"No, he- he just rolled up to the house, actually," You claim, not wanting Sam to be suspicious. "I'm just being dumb; I forgot he had gone out on an errand and mixed up the date of the meeting. But he's back now, so, mystery over."
"Oh, good," Sam replies. "Anyway, I really need to talk to you about Bani-"
"I gotta go, Sam, I'll talk to you later," You say in a hushed, rushed voice, hanging up on him and sinking to the floor of your bedroom.
Before your mind gets a chance to overthink, you quickly call Bucky. Why would he lie to you about having to work tonight? Where has he been all day?
It rings three times before he picks up.
"Hey, fairy," He answers. "Everything alright?"
"Where are you?" You ask him, giving him a chance to come clean.
Maybe he didn't mean to lie to you - maybe he mixed the date of the meeting up himself, and right now, he's about to give you a perfectly good explanation about where he is and what he's doing.
"I told you, I've got a late meeting with Novikov," He says, making your heart drop.
"Oh. With- is Sam there, too?" You ask, your voice no louder than a whisper.
"Yeah, he is," He lies straight to you.
You lean back against the bed, your breaths shaky. "Okay," You utter.
"Are you sure you're okay, fairy?" Bucky asks you.
Clinging onto your t-shirt, you part your lips in a silent scream. Yell at him. Tell him you know he's lying. Demand him to tell you the truth.
And then you hear it. It's faint, but the silence between you allows you to make out exactly what it is: the sound of a woman laughing. And you'd put money on who that woman is.
"I'm fine. I'm going to sleep," You say, numb.
"Alright. I'll probably end up staying at the office until the early morning so I might not see you until tomorrow, baby," He tells you, making your guts churn.
"Okay," You squeak. "Good night."
"Good night, fairy. I love you," Bucky says, and it sounds exactly like he's always said it.
You hang up and throw your phone at the wall before bursting into thick, ugly sobs.
Bucky gets home earlier than he thought he would. It's just past 1am when he walks through the front door, and he's surprised to hear music from the living room. He thought you would be fast asleep in bed by now.
He takes off his shoes and makes his way to the living room, expecting to see you passed out on the couch with one of your shitty reality TV shows playing, but the sight he gets is much, much different.
As he walks in, he immediately kicks over an empty bottle of wine, which makes him stop in his tracks. He sees you sitting in the middle of the carpet, wearing your wedding dress, holding another half-empty bottle of wine, with your head hung down. Your wedding video is playing on the TV.
"What is going on?" He utters, walking over to you. "Baby? Are you okay?"
You look up at him, and it looks like you've been crying for hours.
Bucky sinks to his knees and places his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, hey, fairy, it's me," He whispers. "What's going on, hmm? How come you're in your dress?"
He can tell by the look on your face that you're far too drunk to give him a reasonable answer.
"Okay, come on, let's go to bed," Bucky says, taking the wine bottle from your hands and placing it on the coffee table. He then grabs the remote from the table and turns off the TV.
"I know what you did," You suddenly say, your words slurred.
Bucky frowns down at you. "What?" He asks, stroking your arm. "What do you mean, fairy?"
"I know you fucked Agatha," You cry out. "You're having an affair, aren't you?"
His face falls and his voice turns cold. "What the fuck are you talking about, Y/N?"
With a hiccup, you let out a whimper before your eyes slowly flutter shut, and you pass out.
The next morning, you wake up feeling like you've been hit by a truck.
You wince as you clamber out of bed, the bright light in the bathroom making you cringe while you brush your teeth. The only thing keeping you from hiding in bed is the smell of breakfast, which lures you downstairs and into the kitchen.
Bucky's at the stove, making pancakes.
"Good morning, Jay," You mumble, trying to remember the gap in your memories from last night. The last thing you remember is eating dinner with Bucky before he left for work.
"Morning," He replies, placing the last pancake onto the stack before turning off the gas and turning to face you.
You sit at the island while he slides over a glass of orange juice and some Advil. "Thank you," You whisper.
Bucky puts a couple of pancakes on your plate before serving himself. You're sipping on your juice when he finally speaks again. "So, how come you drank last night?" He asks you.
"Huh? Oh, I guess I figured I was home alone all night, so I had a couple of glasses," You suggest, trying to put the pieces together yourself.
"You said some fucked up shit," Bucky says as he cuts into his pancakes.
"I did? Oh, no, nothing too freaky, right?" You ask with a laugh.
He looks up to meet your eyes, no hint of humor in his. "You accused me of having an affair with Agatha," He tells you bluntly.
And just like that, it all comes rushing back. You remember exactly why you drank so much, and exactly why Bucky seems so upset.
"Oh," You utter dumbly, not knowing what else to say.
The silence that sits between you is cold and heavy. The kind you want desperately to fill with words, only you don't know which ones to use.
"Fairy... what the fuck?" Bucky utters, pain in his eyes. "Where did that come from?"
You bite your lip, wincing. "I just... you've been gone so much lately. Lying about where you are. And she wants you, I know she does. Sam told me the meeting with Novikov isn't until next month, and... it's not the first time you've lied to me about where you've been," You say, terrified.
He lets out a deep sigh as he processes your words. "It's... it's your birthday tomorrow," He says.
For a moment, you say nothing. And then the realization hits you harder than your hangover. Your birthday. He's been planning for it. With everyone going on with the businesses, you assumed you wouldn't be able to do anything special for the day - but how could you ever believe that Bucky would settle for less than special?
You slap your hands over your mouth and immediately burst into tears. Ugly sobs rattle through your chest, making your head hurt even more.
"Baby. Baby. Don't cry," He says as he walks around the counter.
"How- how could I ever think that of you?" You manage to choke out, your words almost unintelligible. "You're so perfect and I... I doubted you in the worst way. How could I do that to you?"
"Come here, my darling, it's alright," He assures you as he holds you tight, rocking you back and forth. He continues comforting you while your tears subdue, your breaths choppy as you sniffle.
He doesn't say anything, simply hugging you and stroking your hair, kissing your forehead, wiping away your tears. Once your sobs have ceased and your breathing is back to normal, he smiles down at you.
"Look at me. Marriage is scary, okay?" He begins. "We're both doing this for the first time. We're not gonna be perfect. All I can promise you is that I will never betray you-"
"You don't have to say that, Jamie," You cry. "You shouldn't need to say that."
"I want to say it," He assures you. "I want you to hear it. I may act stupid at times, or say the wrong thing-"
"You're never wrong, you're perfect," You cut in, clinging onto his shirt. "I'm evil."
"Evil?" He repeats with a scoff. "Baby, I know evil, okay? I've looked evil in the fucking eye. You are not that. You are my darling girl. My fairy. I- it's my fault for keeping secrets-"
"You were just trying to surprise me-"
"Still, I shouldn't have lied to your face," He says. "I felt sick whenever I did. Hated it. But... I just wanted to see your face when you saw it tomorrow."
Your face crumples again. "I ruined the surprise," You whine.
"You didn't ruin it; you still don't know what it is," Bucky points out. "I went too far with trying to keep it a secret. Ended up hurting you, which I never want to do."
"But I should've just trusted you," You say, shaking your head. "How could I think that of you?"
"I made it pretty easy for you to jump to that conclusion," He says, rubbing your shoulder. "I should've known you'd realize I was hiding something."
With a pout, you look up at him. "I'm sorry I ruined my surprise," You say.
He frowns down at you. "Hey, you don't know exactly what it is yet, do you?" He asks as his lips curl up. "You're still gonna be blown away, fairy. You deserve to be spoiled, especially on your birthday, and I'll make sure of it."
"You spoil me every day," You say with an eye roll.
"Because I love you every day," Bucky replies before placing a kiss on your shoulder. "Now, eat. My pancakes aren't as good when they're cold."
While he reaches out to grab his plate and takes a seat next to you, you turn to face him. "So, if you were planning my surprise this whole time... why did you have to speak to Agatha so late at night?" You wonder curiously. "She also seems to be awfully comfortable touching up on you."
With a bite of pancakes in his mouth, Bucky chews while smirking at you, a look of surprise on his face. When he swallows, he leans in. "Baby, are you jealous?" He asks, delight in his eyes.
Shooting him a glare, you put your fork down. "I don't get jealous, Barnes. I was irritated that she was touching my property," You correct him curtly.
"Your property?" He repeats with a laugh. "Fuck. You know it turns me on when you get all possessive, pretty girl."
"Well, stop, because I'm being serious," You say, poking his chest. "I don't want her grabbing your arm, hugging you, fucking giggling in your ear - calling you late at night. You're not her piece of meat. You're mine."
Bucky wraps his arm around you with a cheesy grin. "Keep talking like that, I'll need you to prove it right here and now," He grumbles against your lips.
You push him back with a scoff. "Get a fucking grip," You tell him sternly. "I need you to be serious. Why was she calling you so late? Why did I hear her laughing when you were at your fake Novikov meeting last night?"
He pulls back and drops the smirk, knowing you're not playing games. "Aggie-"
You throw him the coldest glare you can muster.
"Agatha," He corrects himself. "Was helping me plan your surprise."
"The fuck does an arms dealer have to do with birthdays?" You question him incredulously.
"She has a lot of good contacts-"
"What are you gonna do, shoot me?" You ask, to which he snorts.
"No, baby, she's just very well connected, even more so than me," He tells you. "And I know she can be a little... forward, but I swear to you, she never crossed the line. I'd have cut her off the second she tried anything."
Letting out a huff, you look away from him.
"I love you," Bucky says, squeezing you tightly in his grip. "I love you so, so much. And I can't wait to see your face tomorrow."
"Y'know what I want most for my birthday?" You turn and ask him, to which he nods eagerly.
"Anything," He replies instantly. "Name it and it's yours, my love."
"For her to be gone," You tell him bluntly. "Out of New York."
He laughs, but you're not joking. "Fairy, I know it isn't ideal, but I need to finish this deal with her," He explains. "Just one more week, and Chicago will be putty in my hands. And then I never have to see her again."
Maintaining your glare, you sigh. "Fine. Whatever," You huff.
"Now, what was it you were saying about me being yours?" Bucky asks, nestling his face in your neck. "What did you call me, again? Your property? Your piece of meat?"
Your hands rest on top of his which stroke your hips, and he pressed soft kisses to your neck, not stopping until you let out a moan, at which point you can feel his grin again your skin.
"Why don't you prove it, fairy?"
eek sorry to cockblock but this was getting reallllly long (also writing smut feels like a chore rn)
hope you enjoyed this installment! also someone requested a jealous!bucky which I'm SO EXCITED TO WRITE so stay tuned for that <3
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