You've been dating Bucky for a couple of weeks when his ex, Sharon, decides to shed some light on the truth of the situation - that you're not his type, and he'll get bored of you before returning to her, where he belongs.
Content Warning: Frat!Bucky x POC!F!Reader, mature themes, racism, Sharon is an awful person, mention of racist bullying in reader's past, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, Bucky is lovely and soft.
A/N: this is very different to the usual topics in my fics but just felt the urge to write this. i don't usually describe reader's features because growing up non-white meant reading fics about characters with white features and not really having any other options. which is why i do my best to keep physical descriptions of y/n to an absolute minimum so that anyone can read my work and relate. but felt the need to write this.
also i got really bad writer's block for the halloween fics i was writing so. this is set during a halloween party and will just have to do for this year 😔
divider by @strangergraphics
It takes you three shots of tequila before you can finally gain the courage to look at him across the dancefloor. You're not usually so coy, not since you were young, but something about Bucky makes you nervous. Maybe it's because the past few weeks have been going so well that you're afraid something's going to ruin it.
"Just go dance with him," Gwen says teasingly with a grin as she pulls on your hands. "You know you wanna."
"Not yet," You say, looking anywhere but in his direction. "It's casual. I'm being casual."
"Fuck that; he's obsessed with you, and it's obvious," Gwen says sternly.
"Well, he's fully capable of approaching me first," You remind her with a shrug as you continue dancing. "But he's too busy talking to Sharon."
She lets out a groan. "They're so freshman year. You have nothing to worry about," Gwen assures you, squeezing your hands. "If he wanted to get back with her, he would've done it by now. It's pretty clear that she's the one who can't get over him."
Taking in her words, you focus on the music, biting back a smile whenever your eyes land on his and he gives you a smirk. A couple of songs later, he even goes so far as to tilt his head and wink at you, and something about the Superman costume he's in is really doing it for you.
"Fuck it. I'm going over," You decide firmly, letting go of Gwen's hands and doing your best to casually walk over to him.
Sharon's talking at him but when he notices you approaching, he stops paying her attention and just watches you. He reaches his hand out to you once you're in touching distance, and you take it, feeling a shiver run down your spine at the physical contact.
"Hey, beautiful," He utters, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer. "How you doing?"
"Good," You reply, looking up at him with a small smile. "Just on my way to get a drink, so thought I'd stop by and say hi."
"How sweet of you," Bucky says, his lips curling up as he looks you up and down. "Cute costume."
"I was hoping to be Shaggy, but Gwen already called dibs," You tell him. "So, I had to settle for Daphne."
"I've always been more a Velma guy, but all of a sudden I'm Daphne's biggest fan," He replies with a wink, before looking around the room. "Is there a Fred somewhere I need to fight?"
With a snort, you glance over at the middle of the room where Thor, in his Fred costume, is dancing with Gwen. "I think he's distracted," You whisper in Bucky's ear. "We might get away with it."
"Think Superman has Fred beat?" He asks you with a smirk, glancing at your lips.
"Superman beats Fred, sure," You say teasingly. "But Bucky beating Thor is a different ballpark."
"You wound me," He says, nudging your hip. "I think he's warming to me, anyway. He offered to get me a beer, earlier."
"That is very good progress," You say with a wide smile.
"I think I deserve a reward," Bucky claims. "I was very polite to the guy in a couple's costume with my girl."
Both of you agreed to keeping the fact that you're dating under wraps for the time being - Bucky's well known on campus and you'd rather not be at the centre of all the gossip - but that doesn't mean you can't flirt or share a dance at a party. It would be obvious to anyone who paid enough attention that the two of you have something going on, but luckily for you, nobody seems to care enough to make a big deal of it.
Sometimes you think it might not mean much to him - your relationship - but then he calls you things like my girl and you melt into the idea of him wanting you as much as you want him.
"Do you want a drink?" You ask, resting your hand on his abdomen.
"Nah, I'm good for now, baby, thank you," Bucky replies, before leaning down and giving your cheek a soft kiss. "Have you thought about it, yet?"
Pulling back, you frown. "About what?" You ask him.
"Sleeping over," He explains. "Would be much easier for you to just crash upstairs... with me."
With a grin, you pat his chest. "I'm not that kind of girl, Barnes; not without dinner, at least," You tease, making his face fall as concern and regret swim in his eyes.
"I didn't mean like that- I just meant if you wanna stay," He claims quickly. "Not to do anything. We can just sleep."
"Hmm, like the other night, with your face in my boobs?" You ask with narrow eyes, to which he chuckles.
"I wouldn't be adverse to a little boob-pillow action," Bucky says with a shrug, pink tinging his cheeks. "But seriously. Feel free to stay. Gwen can, too."
"Oh, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" You ask with a raised brow.
"In a platonic way," Bucky says with a laugh, pulling you in and wrapping his arms around you. "You really do look gorgeous tonight, by the way."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure that's what you say to all the girls," You mumble against his chest before pulling back. "I'm gonna go get that drink. If you're lucky, I'll come grab you for a dance later."
"Tease," He whispers with a grin, kissing your cheek again before releasing you from his grip.
The kitchen is busy, but you manage to make your way to the fridge where you grab a canned cocktail. Just as you turn to make your way back out into the living room, though, you're faced with Sharon Carter, dressed as Supergirl.
"Hi!" She chirps with a perky smile. "Ugh, love your costume."
"Uh... thanks," You reply dully, confused by her presence. She's never spoken to you before, let alone so politely.
"Can we talk?" She asks, not bothering to wait for your response before she grabs your arm and leads you towards the back door. "Maybe outside where there's less people?"
Utterly baffled by what's happening, you have no choice but to let yourself be taken into the backyard, where there's a few people smoking in a corner. Sharon takes you towards the shed at the back of the yard, where she lets out a sigh.
"It's about time we had a conversation, right?" She says, baffling you further.
"It is?" You ask before taking a long sip from your can.
"Of course - y'know, seeing how you've been hanging out with Jamie, recently," She says before gasping. "Oh. I mean Bucky. That's his first na-"
"Yeah, I know," You cut in, sick of her patronizing tone. "Cut the shit, Carter. What do you want?"
Her smile falters but she keeps up the perky tone. "Well, I just wanted to talk to you, girl-to-girl, about you and Ja- Bucky," She explains. "I know you and him have been seeing each other, and I didn't want you to get the wrong idea."
Ah. Right. This is the part where she assures you that there's nothing there between her and Bucky anymore and that even though they're friends, you have nothing to worry about.
"I don't want you to be lead on, or made to think that there's a genuine future between you and him," She goes on to say, throwing you for a loop.
What the fuck?
"Excuse me?" You utter, once again baffled. She said it with such a casual tone that you'd wondering whether you heard her wrong.
"I know it's really fun getting to know him and spending alone time with him," Sharon continues. "But you shouldn't get too invested."
Okay. So, this is the part where she warns you that he's a player and will only break your heart like he did hers two years ago. She's just trying to protect your feelings - warning you, girl-to-girl, that Bucky has fuckboy tendencies.
"Thanks, Sharon, but I can look after myself," You say with a nod. "I appreciate you giving me a heads-up, but I know what I'm getting myself into, and Bucky isn't the same guy he was when he was 18."
Now it's her turn to look confused. "I know better than anyone how much he's matured and grown since then," She tells you pointedly. "He's a good guy with a good heart."
Okay, what the actual fuck is going on?
"Sharon, I won't lie, I'm really fucking confused right now," You admit bluntly. "What are you trying to say exactly?"
She lets out a long sigh. "I didn't want to be the one to tell you this, but if nobody else is going to, then I can't stand by and watch you get attached to him, knowing the truth," She explains.
"And what is the truth?" You ask, narrowing your eyes at her.
"You're not his type," She says simply. "You're a pretty girl, nobody's denying that, but your features just aren't what Bucky wants long-term. Do you know what I mean?"
Your blood runs cold. "No, Sharon, I don't know what you mean," You say, refusing to make this conversation easy for her. "Please, do explain."
"All you have to do is look at his history to see the pattern. I was his first girlfriend at college, and the other girls he's dated since have been... well, like me. Yelena, and Carol. I mean, he's probably more compatible with your friend Gwen than you," She says with a casual laugh. "I'm sure he's attracted to you - he isn't blind. But you're more like a novelty than girlfriend material for him. You're like, exotic fruit, you know? The novelty only lasts so long."
Your fingers twitch.
"And once he's had his fun, he'll be back with... someone who looks more like me," Sharon adds, and undeniable look of smug pride on her face. "It's just natural. It's what he's drawn to. So, yeah, just wanted to talk to you quickly about that so you aren't too blindsided in a couple of weeks. You can cosplay as Daphne all you like, but under the costume... yeah."
With that, she squeezes your shoulder and walks back towards the house, leaving you there in the cold to process her words. Snapping out of your shock, you turn and yell at her back, "Superman and Supergirl are cousins, by the way!"
She doesn't hear you- or at least pretends like she doesn't.
It's a rough walk back inside. Each step feels heavy with traumatic memories of when you were younger, having to deal with shit from girls like Sharon every single day at school. You've done so well to move on from that trauma, to build up your confidence and be proud of who you are and what you look like, but with one five minute conversation, all that confidence and pride has been sucked out like a deflated balloon.
You stick to the walls when you get in. Gwen wonders why you aren't in the middle of the dance floor with her anymore, but you tell her you feel a headache coming on and she accepts that excuse. The party feels smaller. Tighter. Like everyone's looking at you and thinking the same thing - you're different. You don't look like us.
It's not true - there's plenty of people here who look like you. This isn't your small-town school. But your brain is refusing to accept logic as it convinces you that you're a speck of dust on a blank canvas. A wine stain in the carpet.
"Hey, beautiful."
His voice pours through your burning thoughts like cool water.
"What's wrong?" Bucky asks, coming closer, shielding your body from the rest of the room with his. "You okay?"
A slow nod is all you can muster, but it isn't enough to convince him.
"Let's go talk upstairs, yeah?" He suggests before taking your hand and gently leading you through the crowd and towards the staircase.
Once you're in his bedroom, he shuts the door and sits you down on his bed.
"I'm okay," You assure him, not wanting him to be worried. "Just a little... thrown."
"Thrown?" Bucky repeats, sitting down next to you and placing his hand on your back where he rubs comforting circles.
"Yeah, I just... something really weird happened," You tell him, looking down at your hands. "It just threw me. I wasn't expecting to feel like this ever again."
"Did someone say something?" He asks, his brows furrowing. "Do something?"
You lift your chin up and your eyes meet his. His narrow slightly.
"Who?" He whispers, his jaw clenching.
A dry laugh escapes your throat. You hate that she's got you feeling like this. "Sharon," You admit, watching his face fall. "She just, uh... said something really weird to me."
"What did she say?" He asks, his free hand holding yours.
You take in a deep breath, not sure how he's going to take it. What if Sharon was right? What if, even it's just subconsciously, Bucky doesn't see himself in a long-term relationship with someone who isn't white?
"Talk to me," He mumbles softly, not wanting you to get lost in your thoughts.
"Uh... she brought up the whole... race thing," You find yourself saying, unable to speak plainly as a sheen of shame coats your skin.
"Race thing?" Bucky repeats, pure confusion on his face. "What do you mean?"
A sigh leaves your mouth as if you're frustrated at him for not understanding straight away - but that's not fair on him. Sick of beating around the bush, you give it to him straight. "Sharon said you wouldn't settle down with a girl who isn't white, essentially," You tell him bluntly. "I'm not your type, and you're only dating me for the novelty."
His lips part but he doesn't say anything straight away. After a few seconds, he incredulously sputters, "What? The fuck?"
"I don't know; she framed it like she was doing me a favor by telling me I'm not your type," You continue, fiddling with your thumbs. "That you're gonna end up with someone who looks like her. Not me."
Bucky covers his face with his hands. "What the fuck?" He whispers, his voice muffled.
"I actually think she used the words exotic fruit," You tell him, making him snort.
"Holy fuck, this isn't funny, but that's just fucked up," He says, moving his hands down and looking at you. The look on his face is that of pure bewilderment. "You know that that's complete bullshit, right?"
His reaction has quelled your fears, so you link your arm in his, holding his bicep close to your chest. "It just kinda reminded me of high school," You admit. "I grew up in a very white town and went to a very white school, so I stuck out like a sore thumb. I was the butt of every joke - I was an insult. The boys would tease each other by accusing each other of having a crush on me. The girls wanted nothing to do with me."
"That's awful," Bucky whispers, placing his right hand on your knee.
"Then when we got a little older and I... developed, I started getting attention from some of the boys," You go on to say. "But I was always a secret. They couldn't admit to anyone that they were seeing me. Their friends would never let them live it down, so they'd make fun of me in school then take me on a date in the next town over."
Bucky says nothing, letting you speak.
"But then I came to college, and suddenly I'm in this diverse environment, and boys are loudly and proudly flirting with me," You say, a small smile growing on your lips. "It was hard to get used to at first. And the girls were nice. I met Gwen, and she didn't look down on me or see me as different. She just asked if she could borrow the skirt I was wearing. I was finally normal. But tonight... the conversation with Sharon felt like a cold bucket of water was poured over me. Like the bubble popped. I was in school again, being told I was less than, and that I didn't look right. I'll get over it, eventually, I'm just a little... shocked. I didn't think someone would be that racist to my face again now that I was out of that backwards town."
His brows are furrowed together and his gaze is on the carpet. It's clear that he's upset, deep in thought while absentmindedly rubbing comforting circles on your back. After a few moments, he finally speaks. "I'm so sorry," He utters, meeting your eyes.
"You don't need to apologise on her behalf," You whisper, squeezing his leg.
He lets out a sigh through his nose. "I'm gonna talk to her," He decides firmly.
"Bucky, you don't have-"
"No, she can't get away with that. What she said is horrific," He says, shaking his head.
"She wants you back, if that isn't obvious," You point out.
He rolls his eyes at that. "I thought I made it clear to her that we're never happening again," He grumbles.
"Whatever. Let's stop talking about her," You request. "You can talk to her tomorrow if you really want to. I just want to have fun with you tonight."
"Yeah," He whispers, before a look of disgust reappears on his face. "No, you know what? She has no idea what she's talking about. I lived in Brooklyn my whole life and she thinks I've only ever dated white girls? Where's she got that idea from?"
"Buck-"
"I'm not trying to prove something to you, I'm just... it's crazy to me," He says, running a hand through his hair. "She doesn't know me at all. She's just some girl I dated for a couple months in freshman year."
"I know," You say simply.
He looks back at you, his eyes filled with concern. "Fuck. I'm making this about myself, aren't I?" He asks you. "I'm sorry. I don't care what she says or thinks about me, I'm just pissed that she tried to hurt you or make you doubt how I feel. And that she said those awful things."
Leaning into his side, you trail your fingers over the big, yellow S on his chest.
"Fuck," He repeats with a whisper, anxiety dripping from his tone.
You grab his hand, not wanting him to feel guilty for something he had no part in.
"I just..." Bucky begins, holding your hands in his. "I really, really like you. I know I'm not exactly good at hiding that; I've been begging you to be my girlfriend for weeks, but... I just really don't want to fuck this up."
You smile, nudging his shoulder. "I trust that you won't," You tell him honestly, before giving his lips a soft kiss.
"And for what it's worth," He says, stroking your knee. "I don't have a type. At least, not a physical one. And if I did, you'd be exactly it."
"Good to know," You whisper, before tilting your head. "I think I've made my decision."
"About what?" Bucky asks with a frown while stroking your hair.
"I'm gonna stay the night," You tell him. "Shall we go back downstairs?"
His jaw clenches for a split second at the thought of returning to where Sharon is, before he squeezes your knee. "It's up to you, beautiful," He says. "Personally, I'm ready to get out of this suit. It's tight."
"No, you're definitely staying in it for at least another hour," You say teasingly, trailing your finger down his chest to his yellow belt.
"Oh?" He raises a brow with a proud smirk. "Is that right, Daphne?"
"Damn right, Superman," You reply. "The suit stays on."
With a wide grin, he grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap. "Whatever you say, ma'am."
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Summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to.
Word count: 8k
Warnings: Alcohol, annoyance to lovers, a bit of angst, a scary man in a parking lot, frat!bucky c:
a/n: I am so excited to finally post something!! It only took me four months 😅 If you enjoy it please please let me know ❤️❤️
Masterlist
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12:59 pm.
The birchwood table nestled in the back of the library was long but otherwise empty, the only thing occupying it being your laptop and quite a few books. He wasn’t late. Yet. You weren’t going to hold onto that hope, however.
Tutoring Bucky Barnes was not what you had in mind when you volunteered for the peer assistance program at your university. It was true you were only using the club to boost your resume, but you had assumed the only people reaching out for help would be those that actually wanted it. Unfortunately, that was not the case.
Sure, Bucky wanted help. Just not with anything that actually warranted the word. He wanted help sweet talking the cops so they wouldn't shut down his parties. He wanted help recruiting girls to show up to his parties. And—the one thing you could actually do—he wanted help passing his classes with the minimum GPA required to not get kicked out of his frat. So he could continue to throw parties.
Everything in his life revolved around his fraternity, which made you very important to him. When he wanted you to be.
With your apparently astounding knowledge of biology (you took notes during lectures), you became the star in Bucky’s life every Monday and Wednesday from 1:00 pm (give or take ten minutes) to 2:00 pm. He was also very attentive during the thirty minute phone calls he initiated prior to tests, and always looked happy to see you when he passed you devouring a bagel at the crack of dawn in the dining hall.
Every situation in which you had come in contact with Bucky was isolated and purposeful (minus the bagel). You didn’t hang out or invite each other places, and you were almost positive that if you were to see him in his natural habitat, you would want to tutor him even less than you did now, and that was saying something. So you were important to Bucky during the times you were supposed to be important, and he was important to you in the sense that he was a job.
But as your laptop blinked the numbers 1:22 pm back at your unimpressed expression, Bucky became much less important today. You took in a long, tortured breath before sending your gaze up to the ceiling, giving it another three minutes before you truly gave up on him for the day.
One minute.
Two minutes.
The library really needed new ceiling tiles.
1:25 pm and you snapped your laptop shut. Your fingers itched to send yet another complaint about this whole ordeal Natasha’s way, but you stopped yourself. She had already heard plenty about Barnes at this point, plus she always gave you a weird look every time you came stomping into the apartment, grumbling about something else he had done.
You hated her weird looks, all raised eyebrows and stiff lips.
With your backpack heaved onto the table and your things slowly funneling in, you figured a nap was the best reward for sitting in the library for an unnecessary twenty-five minutes. Your last prickle of irritation was stifled at the prospect of a warm bed as you stood, only to find that irritation had returned to you tenfold. In the form of Bucky Barnes.
“You going somewhere?” he seemed to taunt, his bag slung casually over one shoulder.
Your jaw ticked. “Home.”
His mouth turned up at one side, an expression you had learned meant he found you amusing. He never seemed to outright laugh at your annoyance, but apparently, it was hard to tamp down all of the joy he got out of it. Bucky took two long strides to meet the table you were attempting to abandon.
“But I still got about—” he checked his watch “—thirty-three minutes? And an arsenal of questions about amino acids. Help a guy out.”
“And I still got—” you checked the nonexistent watch on your wrist “—no patience for this today. You’re over twenty minutes late, Barnes. Use that watch to set an alarm on Wednesday and I’ll tell you everything you’ll inevitably forget about amino acids then.”
He groaned, rounding the table to set firm hands on your shoulders as he hovered behind you. “Sit. I’ll buy you a coffee and I promise I won’t be late on Wednesday, okay? I was dealing with something before this and lost track of time.”
“Were you dealing with another sorority girl in your bed? Who was it last week? Amber? No, Michelle?”
“It’s a Monday, y/n. Cut me some slack.”
“You came to me on a Wednesday with a hangover,” you deadpanned.
Bucky grimaced, the expression visible to you as he managed to guide you back into your chair. “Oat milk, right? A double?”
You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest as he tossed his bag by your feet and jogged over to the coffee cart just outside the library. He fumbled with his wallet when he went to pay, and you watched him point to the carton of oat milk the barista had yet to reach for. His greek letters were printed on the gray hoodie he had haphazardly thrown over his shoulders, and you held the reprimand on your tongue when you saw the matching sweatpants he donned.
The last time he had shown up in his pajamas—late—you’d had some choice words for him. Bucky turned around with your coffee then, poking the straw through the lid and sending you a sheepish smile through the window.
He was lucky you accepted bribes.
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“Please,” the boy across from you continued to beg, a pen held loosely between pliant fingers. “Just ask her, that’s all I want. You can even come too.”
“Oh, wow, the great frat president letting me come to his stupid toga party? How could I ever thank you enough?”
It was Wednesday now, and Bucky was surprisingly on time to the tutoring session. You’d gotten through about half of the last bio lecture before he started asking you ridiculous questions that had nothing to do with the content. Today, he was dead set on getting your lab partner from chemistry to go to his party this weekend.
“Okay, yeah, you could come to whatever party you want, you know? I put you on the list—but this one will be even better if you’d just do this one thing for me.”
You finally tore your eyes from your laptop, glancing lazily at him. “And what would make this one so—wait, what list?”
He waved you off. “The one at the door. Did it like… the second week we started this? Anyways, Wanda?”
You let this new information settle and tried to ignore whatever implications came with being on some frat list thanks to Bucky. He had never explicitly invited you to any of his parties over the past few months and you had never asked to come. Apparently, you could have shown up whenever you wanted to and had a grand old time.
Not that that sounded the least bit grand.
Bucky was looking at you still, all pleading features and a soft, infuriating smile on his lips. When he wasn’t talking to random girls in the library or taking annoying phone calls in the middle of your sessions, he was sort of endearing. In a terrible, awful sense.
You groaned, throwing yourself back against your chair in begrudging defeat. “I don’t even talk to her outside of chem. Don’t you think it’d be a little weird to invite her to a party that I’m not even going to?”
“So come,” he answered simply, as if that was in the realm of possibilities.
“Yeah,” you scoffed. “Sure, I’ll come to your party, Barnes.”
“Great,” he grinned. “Vision’s gonna be so hyped.”
You watched as he pulled his phone from his pocket and kept your lie to yourself. He wouldn’t notice that you didn’t show up on Friday, and likely wouldn’t even bring it up the following Monday. He always had such vibrant, headache-inducing stories that you were sure your absence would be nothing more than a fleeting footnote.
“You have a toga, right?” he mumbled, face still screwed up in concentration as he continued his text.
“Isn’t it just a sheet all twisted up?” you asked, shutting your computer. Tutoring was obviously over.
Bucky pocketed his phone again, brows raised in amusement. “Depends on your motives for the night.”
“And my motives wouldn’t be to… wear a toga?”
He chuckled and huffed out your name, resting an arm along the back of the chair to his right—your chair. “Other motives. Like if you’re trying to get someone’s attention.”
You blinked at the warmth along your back. “Oh, of course. Then I would twist up a pillowcase instead, right?”
“Something like that.”
He smelled like coconut. Like a day at the beach but afterwards, when the sunscreen still lingered in the air but fresh clothes covered skin that had been warmed by the sun. You could usually ignore whatever expensive combination he had on his skin, but when he got close like this it was almost impossible.
Part of you always wanted to chuck his arm away when he leaned over you, but another part of you liked that he kept it there. It was a strange part of you, the same one that relished the looks you got from sorority girls in the library and harbored a sense of pride each time he made a blatant attempt to touch you.
You had spent fleeting moments analyzing these emotions and chalked them up to some internalized desire for validation. Nothing else. Bucky was a hot guy and everyone knew that, so having his attention—in any capacity—felt nice. Sometimes. Meaning right now it was nice that he was looking at you with his arm practically glued to your back, but next week when he showed up late with a hangover and tried to steal the jacket off your body it would be not so nice.
The duality of man.
It helped your partial insanity that Bucky would never actually be interested in you. You weren’t in a sorority or interested to his parent’s money, and, worst of all, you didn’t know how to maneuver a sheet into a toga. When he put his arm around you or moved your hair from your eyes as you leaned over a book, it was probably out of habit. It felt nice, but you knew reality. This was a passing phase, and by the summer you wouldn’t even speak to him anymore.
“I’ll text you more info about everything,” Bucky called, pulling you from your thoughts. “You can come early and I’ll help you with that pillowcase.”
You froze, the book you were shoving into your bag pausing in your hands. “Uh, maybe.”
“No, seriously, it’d be better if you came early. I was kidding about the pillowcase but if you come on time it’ll be too crazy for me to show you around.”
“You don’t have to show me around, Bucky. I’ve been to a house party before.”
“Y/n, are you not coming to this thing?” Bucky accused, swiping the book from your hands and softly tossing it on the table. It still made a loud thud that had a few bitter looks thrown your way.
“Dude!” you whispered, meeting each mean gaze with your apologetic one. “Why does it matter if I come? You just wanted Wanda anyway.”
He knocked your hand away when you went to reach for the book again, encircling your wrist with his fingers. “You just lied to me. Straight to my face. You said you’d come and now you gotta.”
You gave his fingers an experimental tug, but he was unrelenting in his soft grip. You glared at him through your lashes, meeting his uncharacteristically stern gaze that contrasted the humor on his lips.
“You ever hear of sarcasm?” you whispered with a half-hearted bite.
“Unfortunately, that’s about all I hear outta you,” he smirked back.
You rolled your eyes, finally yanking hard enough to free yourself from him. “Then you should have known I wasn’t going to come. No matter what ‘list’ you put me on.”
“What else could you possibly have going on on a Friday night?”
Ouch. You felt your brows furrow even though you didn’t will them to, and even worse, you felt a rash defensiveness lodge itself in your throat. You hated the heat that now prickled along the skin of your neck, and you hated even more how it extinguished all of the good warmth you had felt from him earlier.
This was humiliation, surely—the kind that only came from feeling small.
“You don’t have to be a dick,” you seethed, snapping up the remainder of your belongings. “Just because I don’t want to go to your stupid frat doesn't mean I have nothing to do. I don’t spend all of my time hoping to get invited to ridiculous parties.”
Bucky shifted up in his seat, eyes blown just a fraction wider. “Whoa, I didn’t mean—hey, stop a sec, I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Whatever, Bucky,” you droned, as a new temperature seeped into the skin of your palms and made them clammy. Any semblance of delusion you’d fallen into earlier was long gone now, but you knew to expect that. He wasn’t interested in you and you weren’t interested in him. But embarrassment wasn’t a good feeling, regardless of a multitude of reality checks.
Bucky got up when you did, his clothes looking creased and lived in. “We still have time in our session,” he defended, arm jutting out to the table. “C’mon, I didn’t mean you don’t have friends.”
Your glare sharpened. “Great, another insinuation.”
Bucky sputtered out incoherent words as you continued your trek outside, resorting to grabbing your wrist again, this time with more urgency. You felt the heat in you simmer down to a dull throb as he made contact, mostly out of respect for your future self. If you made this a huge deal it would only embarrass you more.
“Look, it doesn’t even matter, okay?” you huffed, but he just tugged you forward. It was then that you realized you were in the doorway of the library, effectively blocking it off from anyone trying to leave. Bucky pulled you close enough to his chest that you weren’t in the way anymore. His cologne was back with a vengeance, your nose just inches from his collar.
You took a steadying breath, blinking away the remnants of shame. “It doesn’t matter, I overreacted.”
He clicked his tongue. “I’m still apologizing. I didn’t mean any of that stuff you were talking about.”
Of course he did. You were sure he thought it all the time. He just didn’t mean to say it out loud.
“It’s fine,” you rushed. “I have to go, anyway. Office hours.”
“Okay,” he nodded, soft and low, like he just remembered he was in a library. “You’ll still come this weekend, right? Even if Wanda can’t?”
“You have some kind of girl quota you need to meet?” you pressed.
Bucky smiled, still so close to you that you could feel the small breath that accompanied the expression. “And she’s back.”
You left without promising anything, and Bucky left feeling like you had.
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Sometime between Wednesday and Friday, your detestment for frat parties had snowballed into determination. You were going to go and you were going to look like you were having so much fun it was ridiculous. Then, on Monday, when Bucky would usually poke and prod about what you’d gotten up to over the past few days, you were going to pretend that it was nothing for you. That you did that every weekend.
Of course, you didn’t. Your weekends typically consisted of calm nights with friends or dinners near campus. You’d been to a party before, sure, but you didn’t exactly frequent those kinds of scenes.
Bucky had continued to make it clear that you were invited. He had texted you a few times, prompting you to come and thanking you for getting Wanda to agree. The messages looked strange under the plethora of biology related questions, but that just spurred you further into action. You weren’t just a tutor with no social life, and Bucky was going to see that tonight. You couldn’t remember doing something out of pure spite before, but you figured having fun to prove a point wasn’t the worst thing.
Wanda pulled you out of your thoughts as the Uber rounded the last dark corner and revealed an overcrowded house with too many lights on. She rambled on about some guy she couldn’t wait to see and confirmed that she would likely be spending the night. You expected as much; it hadn’t taken much convincing to get her to come. If this night resulted in anything good it was apparently the blossoming relationship between your new friend and a man you’d never met.
Wanda continued to chat as she yanked you out of the car and past the yard littered with sparse grass. The music was loud already—the type of loud that you needed to be at least a little drunk to enjoy. And that was the plan.
“Okay, if I start dancing on a table you pull me down. And if you start dancing on a table I support you, right?” Wanda giggled, her voice now raised as you walked past the threshold of the house.
“Exactly,” you yelled back. A guy nodded to you as he leaned against the front door, his eyes glancing up from his phone and then returning. It seemed Bucky’s ‘list’ was a page on some guy’s notes app. How luxurious. “Let’s drink.”
The next hour was a blur. You tried your hardest to get as drunk as possible and Wanda tried her hardest to find the British man she was enamored with. You hadn’t seen Bucky, but you figured he wasn’t looking for you too hard since you hadn’t responded to any of his texts. Not out of anger, but because you didn’t know what to say. Somehow, with alcohol warming your blood and music vibrating your skin, none of that mattered anymore.
You: Your house is soooo dirty
Your phone jostled in your grip, people bumping into you from every side. When he didn’t answer in the thirty seconds you spent staring at the screen, you locked it and continued on with your mission.
After a few too many shots of hard liquor, you switched to beer. Gross, but decidedly less likely to make you pass out on the staircase of this house. Because you weren’t lying in your text—it was slightly disgusting. You figured you should clarify that with Bucky. You reached for your phone once again, knocking your head against the wall in the process and giggling to yourself. You had no idea where Wanda went.
The device was snatched from your hands just as quickly as the screen had lit up your face.
“You ever answer this thing?” an accusing voice called out. “Or do you just insult people and put it on do not disturb?”
The look on Bucky’s face would have made you roll your eyes in any other circumstance. Right now, however, it had a startled laugh bursting past your lips. You clutched at your stomach as the laugh grew and you found yourself tipping forward until your forehead met his chest. You felt delirious, almost silly. A hand came around to rest on the back of your neck.
“Alright, alright.” Bucky’s words rumbled against your face. “I get it, this is hilarious.”
“Your… your face,” you breathed out, catching your breath enough to part from him. “It was all—” you mimicked the straight line of his eyebrows, voice raising in a mocking tone. “—You don’t ever answer your phone. You’re so boring, y/n, answer your phone.”
“I didn’t call you boring. Hey—hey,” Bucky stressed, reaching for you as you leaned too far to the side, a smile still lingering on your face. “Jesus, y/n, how much did you have to drink?”
You went to mock him again, but his fingers on your jaw stopped you. He tilted your head up and to the left, and although he was much more composed than you were, you could still smell the alcohol on his breath. You scrunched up your nose as he continued his inspection.
“Why’re you being so uptight?” you slurred, trying and failing to push away from him. “I thought you were all like, ‘I’m Bucky and I party and get drunk and have sex with girls.’”
Bucky pulled you forward as you laughed at your impression of him, his shaking head making you blink away a bout of dizziness. You toppled over a set of stairs as he threaded his fingers through yours, and then you stumbled through a doorway and onto carpeted floors. Being pressed into an uncomfortable chair was the most jarring action, the world still spinning as you sat.
“You’re even more mean when you're drunk,” you heard Bucky mumble. You couldn’t quite catch him as he moved around whatever room you were in. “And I don’t talk like that.”
You let out a careless sigh and leaned back. “You soooo talk like that.”
Something cold pressed to your hand, followed by another touch to the back of your neck. You gazed down at the water bottle being guided up to your lips and couldn’t find it in you to fight against it, despite the small spark of defiance on the tip of your tongue. After about four large swallows, Bucky was satisfied.
He asked again how much you’d had to drink.
You answered that you didn’t know—that it didn’t matter because he wasn’t your dad and you were having fun like you always did. He bit the inside of his cheek and didn’t say anything for the next few moments.
And then, “Thought you weren’t gonna come tonight.”
You hummed, rolling your head against the chair to look up at his standing form. “Of course I was going to come. I love parties. Love drinking alcohol.”
His expression twisted into something you couldn’t recognize. “God, you’re so drunk.”
“M’not even that drunk!”
“You’re willingly in my room right now. You’re plastered.”
“Maybe I want to be in your room.”
“We both know that’s not true.”
You chuckled breathily, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t have to see the pretty flush of Bucky’s face. “You think you know everything, don’t you? Don’t know much about me though. Or biology.”
Bucky kneeled down to the height of the chair. “And what do I not know about you?”
“So much.”
“How much?”
You bit into your lip and cracked an eye open, catching the amusement that had slipped past the strange mask of his emotions. With blissful ignorance, you heaved yourself forward on the chair, your nose a few inches from Bucky’s. His eyes didn’t waver from yours as you swayed.
“You don’t know that I’m the most interesting person on Earth,” you boasted, fingers gripping the upholstery of your seat.
“That right?” Bucky probed, his voice a melodic hum.
“Yup, I’m always really busy and even though you think I’m some boring biology tutor I’m actually super cool and, like, go to raves and stuff.”
His brow twitched but his mouth stayed soft. “I’ve never said you were boring. And I don’t think you’ve ever been to a rave.”
You groaned loudly and flopped against the backrest of the chair. “See! I’m telling you I do all this cool stuff and I’m so drunk my fingers are buzzing and you still don’t believe me.”
You crossed your arms with a huff, a small pout forming on your lips. In any other context, this behavior would probably embarrass you to no end. In the dim light of Bucky’s room where you felt the feeling leave your fingers and the care leave your mind, you were just disgruntled, not embarrassed. If you remembered this tomorrow the latter would surely catch up to you.
Bucky stared at you from his spot on the ground, his gaze a bit foggy and unfocused. He was clearly intoxicated, as you deduced earlier, and it made him look more wild. Mused hair and pink cheeks, he looked like he’d been having plenty of fun before he found you. It was distracting. He was distracting you from proving that you were having a blast.
“What?” you snapped, the tone a testament to the drunken fit you were throwing.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
He must be really, really drunk. Despite your clouded mind, you knew that, but the words affected you just the same. Your lips parted as a new lightness both lit up and compressed your chest, and Bucky watched the movement.
“Yeah,” you scoffed, but it was hardly a scoff. “Sure, Bucky. How much did you have to drink—”
“I’m not lying. I’ve thought about you in my room for weeks and now you’re here and you’re so pretty. Even when you’re yelling at me.”
“You’ve… thought about me in your room?”
Bucky shuffled forward and you subconsciously parted your legs to allow the space for him. “I think about you everywhere.”
This was crazy. It was certifiably insane. A voice in the back of your head—Natasha’s voice, it sounded like—was screaming at you to stop and think about the situation at hand. He was drunk, you were even more drunk, and he was far too close to you. He had ushered you in here with good intentions and had sobered you up a fraction, but things had taken a turn and this was a sensitive situation. The kind of sensitive that altered your reality and his and probably a bunch of other people’s you’d never met.
Or it could be nothing and you were over exaggerating.
But then Bucky’s hand was warming your thigh. You’d felt the press of it on your back and your shoulder and your head before, but it had never been on your thigh. It felt heavy there, hot. His other hand moved to touch your face and he propped himself up on one knee. His thumb brushed your cheek. Words tumbled from your mouth before you registered that you were speaking.
“Are you going to kiss me?”
Why would you ask that? Who asks Bucky Barnes if he’s going to kiss them?
“Would you let me?” he responds.
“Yes.”
He didn’t waste any time, his mouth hot against yours. He tasted like mint and vodka and his lips moved so slowly it ached. You had expected a fervor behind his lips, but instead you got a build up, an orchestra reaching its crescendo. He was kissing you like you were important, like this wasn’t some random hookup in his bedroom at 1 o’clock in the morning, and you had to catch your breath when he parted from you.
But he moved back in so quickly after your brief respite, and you were eager to give him more. This was crazy, insane. This was the best kiss you’d ever have and also the worst. This was months of staring at his stupid lips when he tried explaining concepts back to you, but this was also weeks of feeling small in his presence. Bucky slid his hand back to press against your hair and you didn’t feel small anymore.
A loud thud from the hallway interrupted the silence you’d created, and Bucky pulled back, keeping his hands on you as he craned his neck around to stare at the door. He waited a beat, and then two, and then he turned back to you. The moment was gone, but he was still touching you. You weren’t sure what you wanted—if you wanted him to kiss you again or run out the door—but when he slid his hands from your body and rubbed them down his jeans, it became clear that was not what you wanted.
A knot formed in your stomach when he met your gaze again, and you tried blinking the feeling away. It didn’t work.
“Um,” Bucky began, his voice sounding more clear, his tone not holding the weight it had.
Your plan had backfired. Severely. This was a mess and you needed to save yourself before you ended this night even more humiliated.
You were still drunk. Pretend you were still plastered.
You giggled airily, the sound burning your throat. “That was loud.”
Bucky blinked at you in what you assumed was disbelief. “Probably just someone trying to find the bathroom,” he clarified.
You shrugged, nudging him back with your knee as you stood from the chair. “I’m bored now.” You took fast steps to the door, your words foreign to you. “Thanks for the water,” you all but gritted out.
You expected him to get up. Not to run after you or proclaim his love or even say anything. But you expected him to get up.
He didn’t, and you couldn’t understand how the knot in your stomach had moved to your throat. Or how it made tears spring to your eyes when your feet hit the sidewalk outside. Your Uber came and you couldn’t understand how you felt hot and cold at the same time. How it was freezing outside but you were sweating.
You couldn’t understand why you were crying over a boy that so often infuriated you, or why he kissed you in his bedroom. The reasonable side of you sent gentle reminders that he was in a frat and kissing people is just what he did. All the time. But the unreasonable side of you won out tonight, and it was telling you that this felt different.
That you should be different, somehow.
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Bucky: You’re here???
Bucky: Where are you?
Bucky: Y/n answer your damn phone
Bucky: This place is fucking packed tonight I thought you weren’t coming
You stared at the text messages you hadn’t read last night, the bright light of your phone burning into your retinas. You had a brutal hangover, and the memory of the disaster in Bucky’s room felt like an even bigger one.
You’d gone through a myriad of emotions the night before, tossing around excuses and speeches in your head until you were so exhausted you let the alcohol in your system lull you to sleep. With all of that delirious thinking, you’d landed on blacking out. You were going to tell Bucky you blacked out last night and couldn’t remember a thing. He obviously wouldn’t care and would probably appreciate it.
Saturday was slow-moving. Reruns of television shows and bags of popcorn and overthinking. Natasha was at her parent’s house in the city, so you had no one to bounce your racing thoughts off of. You certainly weren’t going to text her about it.
When the evening finally rolled around and your attempts at distracting yourself with mind-numbing movies failed, you checked your email. You always tried not to on the weekends, but doing anything else sounded much less appealing.
Unfortunately, you didn’t get past the first one.
From: University Peer Assistance Program
Dear Y/n Y/l/n,
This is an automated message from the campus peer assistance program. We thank you for your continued devotion to the betterment of students at this school. At this time, your tutoring placement with James Barnes has ended. We will search for a new placement to fill your current hours.
Thank you,
University Peer Assistance
You blinked at the email, then blinked again. The breath left your chest and the muscles on your face twitched, but you were otherwise frozen.
This was what you wanted, wasn’t it? To be free from the haughty frat boy that didn’t even listen to you when you tried to help him raise his grades. You wanted someone nice, someone that had the same goals as you and appreciated the color-coded notes you took for them. Bucky only tried to get a rise out of you. He sat too close and made fun of you and put you on lists you didn’t ask to be on.
But he had kissed you. He had kissed you and then tutor-dumped you.
You knew you weren’t his type, but were you really that bad? Was the kiss so terrible?
Every inferiority complex you had developed exploded. You over-analyzed things that had already happened, things you had said. Not just at the party, but in the library, the coffee shops, the lecture halls.
Was he really willing to risk his position in the frat just to avoid you?
The strangle tickle of tears itched to be released from your eyes again, but you pressed it down. No, this wasn’t on you. He had kissed you. He had dragged you into his room and stumbled on pretty words. If he didn’t want you to tutor him anymore because of his stupid mistake, fine.
His mistake.
That word felt wrong.
You tossed your phone on the couch with vigor. The clock above the television read out 10 pm, but that meant little to you as you slid on your shoes at the front door. You were wearing sweatpants and a jacket that was far too big on you, sadness and frustration and raw confusion propelling you down your apartment stairs.
Ice cream would fix this.
The only place open at this time was the gas station at the edge of campus. It wasn’t university affiliated and was usually overrun with belligerent greek life trying to buy alcohol, but the decision-making part of your brain was currently shut off.
Ice cream, anger, probably watching tiktoks until your eyes were too heavy to keep open—those were the only things rattling in your head.
You yanked open the gas station door after your short walk, the glass smudged and fogged from the cold night. The fluorescent lights aggravated the headache you’d been sporting all day and the floor made sticking noises with each step you took. To add insult to injury, there were only three cartons of ice cream left, and they weren’t even the good flavors. Grabbing the least offensive one, you made your way to the small line of people by the register.
“Nice outfit.”
Too enthralled by the disappointing ingredient list on the side of your ice cream, you had missed the tall man now looming at your shoulder. You whipped your head around with a start, taking a step back, smelling menthol and asphalt and nothing good.
“Thanks,” you quietly replied.
He waited until you turned back around to continue. “You go to school over here?”
You kept your gaze forward. “Um, yeah.”
“Nice. I graduated a few years back. Marketing.”
“Cool,” you replied. What had compelled you to leave your phone on the couch? This night sucked.
You found reprieve in the line moving, the employee calling you over to check out. As soon as you paid—a few dollar bills funneled out of your pocket with shaky hands—you booked it. Your ice cream burned in your palm but you didn’t care, feet carrying you out the door and into the dimly lit parking lot. You fisted your keys in your fingers; pointless, you knew, but a small comfort.
The man’s voice returned with the chime of the bell over the gas station door. “Wait! Wait, I’m Beck. I own a business nearby.”
You should have kept walking, but one of your fatal flaws was, apparently, people pleasing. You turned to him. He smiled at you but it made your stomach twist.
“Oh, nice,” you responded, rocking back on your heels.
“We should connect. Maybe go for coffee or something?” He took a step forward. You fought the urge to take one back. His beard was unkempt and he held a six pack in his white-knuckled grip.
“Um, I don’t know. I’m pretty busy with finals coming up. Plus, I’m not really in the business field.”
“Not for business then,” he smiled again, teeth dull in the streetlight.
Just agree. If you agreed you could block him soon after and everything would be fine.
You took too long to answer. He took the final step forward to arrive in your space and wrapped his fingers around your bicep. “C’mon, I’m not asking you to marry me or anything.”
Frozen by fear, you let out a weak laugh. The pint in your hand was sticking to your skin now in a way that would be painful when you tried to let go of it later. Your breath rattled in your chest when you laughed again.
“Sure, okay.” But he didn’t let go of your arm, instead sliding it down to the bone of your wrist.
“What about now?” he posed. “You don’t look too busy. I can make you something at my place.”
He was at least ten years older than you. You attempted to pull yourself from his grasp to no avail. Maybe reasoning would work.
“My roommate's waiting for me,” you lied. “Could you let go? I sprained my wrist at the gym last week,” you lied again.
He refused with a shake of his head. You took a panicked glance inside the gas station to your right. No one was looking.
“Please let go of me.”
The call of your name from the other side of the parking lot initially sent more unbearable fear down your spine. But then the owner of that voice registered in your brain, and although it had been the cause of your recent internal strife, you couldn't be more grateful to hear it.
He said your name again, closer now and questioning. Bucky jogged up to the pair of you, saw your wrist and the man holding it hostage, and looked back up at you with confused, wild eyes.
“You know this guy?” he asked, jutting his thumb out at Beck.
“No,” you whispered. The word was short but the syllable still trembled.
Bucky didn’t look confused anymore. He looked pissed. “Wanna take your fucking hands off her?”
Beck was tall, but Bucky was taller. And angry. Beck released your wrist and raised his hands in a placating gesture. “Whoa, man, no need for the theatrics. I’m guessing you’re here to stock up for a party? I used to be in Sigma Nu.”
When Bucky’s silent glare failed to dampen, Beck continued with, “We were just planning a night at my place, right?”
His nod in your direction made your breath catch. Bucky took his piercing gaze off of Beck and softened it as it fell on you. You wanted to respond, but words were gone. They were impossible. Your ice cream was melting.
“Yeah, I think we’re done here,” Bucky scoffed, placing his arm around your shoulder. He guided you past the wall of a man, making sure to drive his shoulder into his chest as he went. Beck went to say more, to protest or whine, but Bucky shot him such a scathing look it almost made you wither.
The smell of coconut and spices and a hint of whisky met your nose, and it was familiar. It was safe. You fumbled with the keys in your hands as your feet guided you wherever Bucky was going, and then you fumbled even more, soft jingling disrupting the softness of footfall. God, why wouldn’t you stop shaking?
A hand fell atop yours, crunching the keys to a halt. You stared down at them, unsteady breath hitting the tanned fingers that served as your current anchor.
“Look at me, y/n.”
You couldn’t. You couldn’t do anything.
“Sweetheart, eyes up. All you gotta do.” Bucky’s voice was as soft as it was last night. That was the only reason you were able to follow his request. “There she is,” he hummed.
He removed his arm from your shoulders and shifted in front of you, placing his hand on your cheek. You ignored that it felt the same as it had last night. You ignored that you wanted it to feel the same for him, too.
“You okay?” he asked, tilting his neck down to better see your face. His thumb brushed under your eye. “He hurt you?”
You shook your head, whispering no, whispering that you were fine.
Bucky nodded to himself, eyes tracking down to your toes and then back up again. He must have mistaken your shaking for coldness because the next thing he did was guide you into the car behind him. You didn’t know it was his.
He blasted the heat the second he got in. He had shuffled you into your seat with his hands before that, smoothed your hair down and closed the door after you were settled and not shaking as hard. The heat dried out your eyes. It distracted you enough to let words form.
“Thank you,” you said. “He wouldn’t leave me alone. I didn’t bring my phone with me. I should’ve.”
“Of course.”
There was a beat of silence. The relief you had felt earlier had been muddled down to an awkward pit in your stomach, and you weren’t sure if Bucky felt it too or if he was still riding a testosterone-fueled adrenaline high.
You wanted to go home now; this was uncomfortable and you had felt Bucky’s lips on yours less than twenty-four hours ago with no closure. He obviously didn’t want to be around you. This was probably a responsibility thing for him.
“I can… I can walk home now. The guy left. I’m just a quarter mile away and you probably have to stock up or whatever.”
He looked at you with a pinched expression. “I’m not letting you walk home after that. You kiddin’ me?”
“I’ll be fine, really. I walk over here all the time.”
“You get harassed all the time too?”
“No…”
“Exactly. So you’re not walking home.”
“Bucky—”
“Look I’m not gonna kiss you again, alright? So you don’t have to turn down a ride because of that.”
Your ice cream was soup at this point. You let it roll into your lap as you clamped your mouth shut just to open it again. Bucky ran a rough hand through his hair before dropping it on the steering wheel, clutching at it with no place to go.
“I’m not following,” you finally relented.
A loud sigh released from his nose. “You don’t have to worry about me kissing you again. I just want to make sure you get home safe and then I’ll leave you alone.”
“Worry about—you’re the one trying to avoid me,” you snapped, frozen fingers pointing to your chest. “You tutor-dumped me.”
“Tutor-dumped? How do you…” he trailed off.
“I get an email when you make a change request, Bucky.”
He stared at you for a moment, lips parted and unmoving. He clenched his jaw a moment later, a red tint adorning his cheeks.
“Well, you—you—look, I know you don’t like me, y/n. You’ve made that clear,” he stuttered, words getting louder as he moved his hands around with each one. “But I like you. I like when you get mad at me and when you yell at me for not listening and when you get all embarrassed when I play with your hair. And I’ve been trying to get you to come to one of my parties since we started this whole thing, but every time I talk about them you seem to like me even less.
“If I had known insulting you would get your attention, I woulda done that week one,” he exasperated. You sat up in your seat but he continued. “I didn’t mean any of that shit you thought I did. You’re not boring. And I didn’t mean to kiss you, but you looked—well, I already told you.”
“So you don’t want me to be your tutor anymore because you like me?” You spoke slowly, each word careful.
“No,” he sighed, frustrated. “I can’t be around you because I kissed you and you didn’t care. Because I’ll want to kiss you all the time and you didn’t even wanna kiss me once. I know we were drunk, I get that, but I’ve wanted that for a long time and I need to move on. It’s nothing against your… tutoring skills. If that’s what you’re worried about”
“But you talk about hooking up with other girls all the time, Bucky. To me.”
“You ever hear of lying?”
“Why would you—”
“You really gonna make me live out all of my failures with you?”
You’d read so many things wrong. Taken so many things the wrong way. You figured the email earlier was the final nail in the coffin, but this was something else entirely. This was Bucky, sitting next to you in his car looking distressed and frazzled with his hair six different directions, telling you that he’s been trying to get your attention since he met you. That you weren’t small or insignificant or boring.
It was probably a terrible idea to follow through with your next thought. You’d probably get hurt in the long run. But you did it anyway.
“I wanted you to kiss me.” Bucky’s head whipped towards you. You bit the inside of your cheek and said, “I want you to kiss me all the time.”
He whispered your name. It sounded like the air had left every corner of his body. But he didn’t move, and you needed to rectify that.
“You’re infuriating,” you began. Bucky cringed, but you needed to explain as he had. “You’re like the antithesis of everything I want out of college. You don’t care about classes. You’re always late. You talk too loud in the library.”
You took a deep breath, fiddling with the loose thread of your pants. You couldn’t make eye contact with anything but the ground.
“But then you know my coffee order when I’ve never told it to you. You save me from losers in parking lots and make sure I’m not drunk out of my mind at your obscene party. You make me feel… you make me feel stupid sometimes. And I thought it was because you’re everything I’m not, but I really think it’s because you’re everything I told myself I should stay away from. But I don’t want to.
“I wanted you to kiss me at that party and I want you to kiss me now.”
“Then get over here. I’m not kissing you over some bullshit center console.”
You twisted to follow his directions, gasping as his hands clasped around your waist to tug you into his lap. It wasn’t seamless—there was laughing and your head briefly connected with the roof of the car—but Bucky’s touch was everywhere, soothing the uncertainty and fear and slight headache.
His forehead connected with yours when you felt secure in his arms. His fingers slid down from your waist over the material of your sweatpants and when he spoke next you felt the words on your own lips.
“You’re wearing sweatpants. You get so mad when I wear sweatpants.”
You laughed. “I get mad because it usually means you just rolled out of bed, and you’re usually. late.”
“I got a secret,” he whispered, nudging his nose against yours. “I’m never late. And I only wear those sweatpants around you. You get cute when you’re pissed at me.”
“Well, I’m about to be really cute—”
He kissed you. You’d have plenty of time to argue later.
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SERIES
I’m with you (Mini series) - @wkemeup
summary: When two strangers meet on a layover in the Charlotte Airport, they are sent on a whirlwind weekend filled with cancelled flights, painful questions over giant checkers, an ex-boyfriend’s wedding, and a confrontational graduation. They find that a lifetime can sit in the span of three days and it doesn’t take very long at all to fall in love.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader, modern!au
For the Love of the Game - @pellucid-constellations
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
The Number One Rule - @justkending
Series Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor’s degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left. But don’t worry, the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other’s buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)
Save me (Mini Series) - @espinosaurusrexex
summary: Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumbles to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is?
Pairing: College!BuckyBarnes x College!reader AU
Everything's Better in Westview - @espinosaurusrexex
summary: Bucky and Y/N sneak into Westview to have the perfect life. Away from late Steve and Tony, Vision and Natasha, they let themselves be consumed by suburban magic. To their surprise, however, some of these people aren’t so dead in the town. And there are some other weird things happening that make them question their sanity. But that’s okay, right? ‘Cause everything’s better in Westview.
Pairing: BuckyBarnes x Female!Reader
Bulletproof - @amandaoftherosemire
Summary: You, Steve Rogers, and Bucky Barnes have been the best of friends since middle school. On top of that, you’ve been in love with Bucky pretty much the whole time. Everything changed after the three of you got to college, however. Over the past couple of years you and Steve have become even closer but things between you and Bucky have been strained since the night he broke your heart. Can anything bring you back together?
Pairing: BuckyBarnes x Reader
Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four // Part Five // Part Six // Part Seven // Part Eight ** // Part Nine // Part Ten // Part Eleven** // Part Twelve // Part Thirteen ** // Part Fourteen // Epilogue
Sunrise - @wkemeup
summary: After an explosion takes his arm and his only sense of belonging, Bucky is discharged from active duty and sent back to civilian life. Left with a storm of unchecked guilt, Bucky is content to live out the rest of his days in the hollow comfort of the dark. This is, until Sam drags him down to the local VA and he meets you. (Modern AU)
Paring: bucky x reader (veteran!bucky x librarian!reader)
Winter Canvas Masterlist - @sebbytrash
Summary - AU Reader is an Art Major and needs a life model for a major assessment. The catch? It’s gotta be a stranger. Then you gotta remind yourself that it’s just an assignment…right?
Pairing: College!Bucky x reader
Ice ice baby - @endless-summer-soldier
Summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...
Pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader | Enemies to lovers
Method acting - @kinanabinks
Summary: frat!steve and y/n are close friends, but the lines are starting to blur. if that isn't confusing enough, enter beryl; a girl who's hell-bent on making steve rogers hers, no matter what it takes.
Pairing: Frat!Steve x reader x Frat!Bucky
★ The Worst Time of The Year ★ - @delaber
Summary: Bucky hates everything about Christmas - well, everything apart from one thing: you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
★ home for the holidays ★- @classylo
Summary: When your family begs you to come home for the holidays and to bring the new guy you’ve been seeing, you don’t have the heart to tell them your good-for-nothing-ex cheated on you… good thing your roommate is available and will do absolutely anything you ask.
Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x f!reader
★ THIS MUST BE MY DREAM ★ - @lunarbuck
Summary: You’ve been best friends with Becca Barnes since third grade and have been pining over her older Bucky just as long
Pairing: bestfriend'sbrother!Bucky x f!reader
★Fuck up the Friendship★ - @summerofsnowflakes
Summary: Fed up with having your feelings played with you decide to have some fun with a with your friend Steve.
Pairing: College!SoccerPlayer!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader and College!SoccerPlayer!Steve x Fem!Reader
★Honey Girl★ - @violentdelightsandviolentends
AN: Series still on going but it is SO good I had to add it
Summary - The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.
Pairing - Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au
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One shots
How’s Your Head? - @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky
Summary: Reader gets hurt in the subway, Bucky helps
Pairing: Bucky x reader
Suburbia - @wkemeup
summary: Posing as husband and wife, you and Bucky infiltrate a quaint suburban neighborhood in search of a Hydra hacker. Perhaps if you weren’t so in love with him and he hadn’t broken your heart, the act of pretending wouldn’t hurt so much.
Pairing: bucky x reader
let’s play pretend - @khimili
Summary: You’re supposed to attend your sister’s wedding, but when you learn your ex-boyfriend is coming with his newly found girlfriend, you come up with a lie. Yes, you’re in a relationship, and yes, you’ll bring someone to the wedding. Since your sister already knows about your best friend Steve, you decide to set your sights on his taciturn friend, the infamous Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes. What’s the worst that could happen?
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
She’s not mad - @subwaysurf45
Summary: Bucky Barnes was a known people pleaser, it was second nature to him. After meeting you and getting close you both try to navigate his eternal stressed state, working together you try your best to tone down his obsessive ways.
Pairing: College!Bucky x reader
Golden Life, Gutters - @castieltrash1
Summary: patience is a virtue and you show bucky barnes he’s worth waiting for
Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!reader
(One part but it has 17k words)
It’s called: freefall - @kikixreverie
Summary - Things get heated between you and your closest friend Bucky, when you're made to play a married couple on an important mission. Neither of you can help yourselves when you end up stuck in a hotel room together, with sexual tension you could cut with a knife.
Pairing: Bucky x female reader
Flirting and Football - @lovelybarnes
Summary: Bucky Barnes is a soccer player, most girls are interested in him but Bucky is surprised and interested in reader when reader is the only one who isn’t interested in him. College AU
Pairing: CollegeAthlete!Bucky x reader
The right partner - @bucky-bucket-barnes
Summary: You and Bucky have always possessed a complicated history, and even more strained relationship with one another. Begrudgingly, you're sent out on a mission with Barnes where you two are posing as a newly wed couple. In an effort to investigate the consistent disappearance of young women in a certain neighborhood, you find yourselves forced to confront a whirlwind of emotions.
Pairing: Bucky x Avenger!Reader Enemies to lovers
★ When the Morning Comes ★ - @pellucid-constellations
Summary: An entire childhood, an entire life, and Bucky just hopes you’ll be there when the morning comes—that you’ll get tired of this town and follow him. If not, he’ll try again next summer. And the summer after that.
Pairing: Modern!Bucky x reader
★ The Safest Place in New York - @wkemeup
summary: A stranger comes to your rescue when you find yourself held at knifepoint, alone in an alleyway, by a man demanding your money
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
★ Obsession★ - @wkemeup
summary: Targeted after your complicated relationship with Bucky ends up on every news channel in the city, your stalker takes things into his own hands to ensure that you belong to him, and him alone.
pairing: bucky x reader
★ Under the Sheets★ - @vanderlustwords
Summary: Bucky spends more time out of his dorm than in it with how much his roommate amorously makes love to his girlfriend. Luckily, his cute across-the-hall neighbor is generous about lending her place to him. Bucky’s unsure if he wants to hug or kiss his roommate for putting him in the situation he is in now.
Pairing: College!Bucky x Reader
★My Everyday★ - @pellucid-constellations
Summary: Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.
Pairing: College Athlete!Bucky x Reader
★I Can Save You This Time★ - @pellucid-constellations
Summary: It’s the 4th of July and you’ve never been more sick. Turns out you aren’t the only one in the compound that stayed home from the celebration.
Pairing: Bucky x reader
★the forever third wheels★ - @witchywithwhiskey
summary: it's the weekend of your town's annual valentine's day carnival and you go with your group of friends, though you can't help but be sad you don't have someone special in your life. your friend, and fellow third wheel, bucky barnes makes it his mission to give you a valentine's day you won't soon forget—and show you how special you are to him.
pairing: bucky barnes x reader
★Not a study date★ - @marvelouslizzie
Summary: You have the biggest crush on Bucky Barnes but despite all your efforts, he doesn’t seem to notice you. Can one study date change it all?
Pairing: College Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
★two thousand, five hundred and sixty-nine★ - @kinanabinks
Summary:you and bucky have been best friends since you were kids, but ended up going to colleges thousands of miles apart. your student experience begins terribly, but bucky is having the time of his life - you can't let him know the truth. because if he did, you know he'd drop everything to come and save you.
Pairing: Frat Bucky Barnes x Best Friend Female Reader
★Are You Bored Yet?★ - @pellucid-constellations
Summary: God, you hated Bucky. Bucky probably hated you, too. Maybe. It was hard to tell when he was drunk and calling you pretty at a party you shouldn't have gone to.
Pairing: College!Bucky x Tutor!Reader
★Bubblegum Ice Cream★ @bucky-at-bedtime
Summary: You had been forced to babysit when your brother showed up at the door to your apartment - you were just stuck with a child at 9am on Sunday. Sundays were meant to be for sleep. At least your roommate, Bucky, was out on a mission, or that's what you thought.
Pairing: Roomate!Bucky x Reader
★Like Someone I Know ★ - @marvelouslizzie
summary: You decide to take a break from studying and go to a masked party but your casual hookup turns out to be your biggest rival, Bucky Barnes.
pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
★Give Me A Sign ★ - @lostgirlmuseum
AN: TW | But I must say, if you decide to read this you won't regret it. It was SOOOO beautifully done, I loved it so much
Summary:Bucky asks the universe for a reason to live. The universe delivers you.
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
★The Cafe ★ - @subwaysurf45
Summary: Bucky works in the cafe you usually go to. He is to shy to talk to you
Pairing: College!Bucky x f!reader
★A little longer★ - @buckyalpine
Summary: Sam is always pestering Bucky about being single. One day, Bucky decides to lie and tells Sam he has a girlfriend. Now, Sam insists that Bucky bring this so-called girlfriend to his family cookout.
Pairing: Neighbour!Bucky x f!reader
★Read Between The Lines★ - @thevillainswhore
Summary: There shouldn’t have been anything unusual about your routine visit to the local bookstore. Your life was simple and mundane, even if you were a daydreamer at heart. But you were pleasantly surprised when this time you met a handsome stranger between the shelves.
Pairing: Modern!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
★JEALOUSY & FLIRTATION★ - @kinanabinks
Summary: There's nothing you want more than Bucky Barnes - but you and his best friend, Juniper, seem to have that in common.
Pairing: Frat!Bucky x F!Reader
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Two parts
Like I Want You - @tmpestuous
summary: you and bucky have been best friends your entire life and it’s never been anything but platonic. so why do things get so bad when he gets a new girlfriend? | part two.
Pairing: college!bucky x reader
★Let me Love You ★ - @scifinerd1818
Summary: When your roommate introduced you to Bucky Barnes, you never imagined it would start an almost three year long feud. When he and Steve come to visit, truths are revealed that change everything. | Part 2
Pairing: College!Buck x Reader
★You're my desire★ - @marvelouslizzie
summary: Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms. | trust in what tomorrow brings
pairing: 40s Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
★Consequences★ - @duuhrayliegh
Summary: Your long term boyfriend decides to ask for an open relationship. You decide to cope by drowning your sorrows in the Howling Commandos bar, your barista is tired of seeing you so sad. | equal and opposite
Pairing: Bartender!Bucky x Reader
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I’ll keep updating it as I read more fics (new ones will be marked with ★ )
Do you have any bucky x reader college au fic recs please?
idk if you’re accepting requests rn but if you aren’t you can just ignore this <3
College AU
masterlist | req masterlist
college au is one of my favorite aus because i feel like it brings out the 40s bucky🥺
ONESHOT
college nerd!bucky x reader by @sanguineterrain
“Take my jacket, it’s cold outside.”
cuffing season by @sinner-as-saint
Late at night, you’re at the campus library finishing up a paper. And it’s freezing. Like actually freezing, to a point where you’re not even sure if the heaters are working anymore. You’re still trembling in a dark corner of the study area when the cuddliest man you’ve ever laid eyes on walks up to you. When he sees you trembling like a leaf, the blue-eyed stranger offers to sit next to you and keep you warm for a while. Then, one thing leads to another and you soon find yourself walking home with him. And one thing is for certain, you want more than just his body heat.
If It Were Summer by @pellucid-constellations
You met Bucky in Italy—a summer abroad with sweet gelato and even sweeter words. You never thought you’d see him again, and you were right. Because the Bucky at this frat party, the one with the smirk and the wandering eyes, was nothing like the one you knew. That didn’t mean he wasn’t still completely in love with you.
i’m special by @b6cky
y/n and bucky were always bickering, bucky loved to tease and make fun of y/n, y/n didn’t enjoy it as much as he did though. but bucky does something stupid and reckless much to y/n’s surprise.
the eggs benedict to your mass production by @mediocre-daydreams
“I’m not as good as you think I am.” X “Maybe, but you’re everything to me.”
Pretend by @buckyalpine
The perfect solution to a nagging problem
Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes
Bucky barnes and a college au where reader is the only one who isn’t interested in him basically
Anger Issues by @hailhydra920
You’re the only one who can calm Bucky down.
My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.
Lucky Day by @elixirfromthestars
Bucky, your childhood best friend, takes you to a baseball game to thank you for helping him with his chemistry class. However, between bets and kiss cams, luck seems to be the real game being played.
Flirting and Football by @lovelybarnes
reader is the only one who isn’t interested in him
A Little Superstitious by @jadedvibes
The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen.
What do they know? by @bucknastysbabe
My Everyday by @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was aggressive, annoying, and—worst of all—a hockey player. Not your type. At all. But, unfortunately, your roommate.
Post-It by @crazyunsexycool
Time to Study by @navybrat817
Bucky told you he needed help with his studies, but you should have known he just wanted an excuse to kiss you.
pear conditioner and pretty scary movies by @spideysquake
you fall asleep on your best friend’s shoulder during a movie night, and it has him feeling some type of way.
Under The Sheets by @vanderlustwords
Bucky spends more time out of his dorm than in it with how much his roommate amorously makes love to his girlfriend. Luckily, his cute across-the-hall neighbor is generous about lending her place to him. Bucky’s unsure if he wants to hug or kiss his roommate for putting him in the situation he is in now.
Liquor and Loose Lips by @vanderlustwords
There are countless times Bucky has shared drinks with you. No matter how much he drinks, he’s always careful with guarding his feelings close to his chest. Maybe it’s the cocktail, maybe it’s the way the moon looks tonight, maybe it’s the way you look under the streetlight. Whatever it is, Bucky can’t hold it in anymore.
SERIES
Cuddles & Cocoa by @sparklefics
"I take it you’re here cause you read my letter." & "I'm sitting here, with this stupid pen in my hand, and damn I can't believe you have me writing right now."
For the Love of the Game by @pellucid-constellations
Bucky Barnes was a menace. NYU’s top baseball player, he was used to girls falling at his feet and could smooth talk his way out of just about anything. You hated him. He couldn’t figure out why. So when the novelty of weekend parties and quick hookups finally wore off—and his feelings for you began to grow—he made it his mission to fix it.
Ladykiller by @mymoonagedaydream
By now you were pretty skilled at recognising players, but for some reason you just couldn’t fucking stay away from them.
No Such Thing by @sanguineterrain
You’ve been assigned to write a column for your school paper on the team’s spectacular running back. You don’t care very much for your university’s football team; you just can’t understand the hype, okay? Turns out your distaste for football bigheads was exactly on point: James Barnes is insufferable.
Passing Notes by @nastybuckybarnes
You sit at the same table ever day at the little café down the street from campus, each day with a different book. Often poetry. And Bucky Barnes is always in the table next to you, usually doing the same thing. He either reads, writes, or sketches. One day, a dropped notebook leads to... something? Will that something turn to dust after an eye opening realization?
relationship tutor by @samingtonwilson
Bucky, a relationship novice, asks for your help in dating your friend. Unable to say no to him, you agree despite everyone and everything telling you not to.
Relax by @kinanabinks
Things with Bucky are easy, and he's the sweetest guy you've been with. But when you throw in a bitter roommate and untold secrets, things get real hard, real fast.
Save Me by @espinosaurusrexex
Bucky Barnes has never had it easy, which ultimately turned him into a caveman-like introvert with no desire to see the positive side of life. But what happens when the clumsily charming art student, Y/N, stumbles to his rescue, determined to show Bucky how truly wonderful the world is?
trillogy by @buckycuddlebuddy
he was toxic. most of the time you were with him, you were used for pleasure only, you knew that, and he wasn’t hiding it. maybe it was how good he made you feel that made you fell in love with him, or maybe it was the fact that he somehow made you feel like you were someone ─ but you fell in love with him. although you knew in the beginning that you shouldn’t have, it was way too late for that, now. you were in too deep.
two thousand, five hundred and sixty-nine by @kinanabinks
you and bucky have been best friends since you were kids, but ended up going to colleges thousands of miles apart. your student experience begins terribly, but bucky is having the time of his life - you can't let him know the truth. because if he did, you know he'd drop everything to come and save you.
we’re fools. by @achillieus
for all bucky barnes knows, he hates clichés. and this thing between you two, happens to be the biggest one.
Winter Canvas by @sebbytrash
Reader is an Art Major and needs a life model for a major assessment. The catch? It’s gotta be a stranger. Then you gotta remind yourself that it’s just an assignment...right?
Like I Want You by @tmpestuous
you and bucky have been best friends your entire life and it’s never been anything but platonic. so why do things get so bad when he gets a new girlfriend?
Cosmic Love | 2 by @jobean12-blog
You and Bucky are taking the same astronomy class and become study buddies and the rest is history.
Carnations by @viollettes
It’s a simple concept: Students can buy flowers for each other at the carnation sale. Red flowers are for love, pink flowers are for friendship, and white flowers are for expressing secret admiration. A carnation fundraiser, an iota of possibility, and a longtime secret crush on your hot best friend - what could go wrong?
Warnings — frat!bucky, phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, sliiiiight mommy kink if you squint.
You were about to turn in for the night, the intense pain in your lower back, the pain that was keeping you up, slowly dissipated as the clock on your wall ticked. A deep breath of relief ricocheted through the quiet atmosphere and it was almost silent. You let your thoughts escape you, the once rowdy noise in your head being limited to a quiet static.
This wasn’t enough.
You take another deep breath, zeroing in on the silence as you slip a hand into the waistband of your thin, pink panties. The fabric brushes against your wettened hole while you gently rub semi-circles on your clit and you wince at the feeling. Your head falls back into your cool, satin pillows when you insert a finger, the pace and sensitivity driving you closer to your high.
Until your phone rings.
The pink vintage receiver you have hooked up on your bedside table vibrates with every ring and you sob internally, wondering ‘who could be calling at this time of night?’ Without missing a beat of anger, you hastily pick up the phone and shove it to your ear.
“Who is it?” You ask groggily, irritation prominent in your tone.
“I’m sorry for the late call, princess. I just need to know if you have the My Chemical Romance lighter I left on your couch.” Bucky responds, and you feel the tension slip away as he speaks.
“God – can you call later? It’s 2 in the morning and I was busy.” Your voice was meek, trying to tell him what you were doing without saying it.
“I’m about to roll up and I need my lighter. If I didn’t need it, you know I wouldn’t have called right now.”
“Okay well go ask Steve for his! I’m surprised you’re not doing it together. I was busy!”
He can almost hear the way you rolled your eyes into your head, not missing the way your voice got an octave higher. Your hand hovers over your sweet hole, a dull ache replacing the pleasure you once felt.
“He left his with Sharon. Hey – what could you be busy with at-”
“Bucky.” You cut him off sternly with warning in your voice.
“I didn’t peg you as the masturbation type, sweetheart. How’s it going?” Bucky’s question sends electricity to your core. Was he teasing? Or was he genuinely curious?
“It’d be much better if you hung up so I can fucking focus.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. Hang up.”
“You’re more than capable of hanging up, sweetheart.”
“Just do it, Bucky. You’re a pervert.”
He laughs at that, a guttural one. Without thinking, your finger gently slips back into your aching hole, the intrusion causing you to let out a low whimper.
“What was that?” Bucky questions and you snap your legs closed.
“I uh, almost dropped the phone. That’s all.” You breathe out, mentally cursing from being so naive that you could keep quiet.
“I don’t think phones make noises that pretty, baby. You gonna be honest this time?”
His words create a wave of arousal which immediately travels to your soaked cunt. Before you answer, you take a deep breath, blowing out the trapped air from your nose.
“I slipped a finger in. It hurts Buck, I just wanna cum.”
Your admission makes his cock twitch in his sweatpants, his semi becoming a full chub within seconds. He can’t tell if it’s from your voice, the time, or what you just said to him and he doesn’t care to figure it out.
“Touch yourself for me princess.” Bucky coos and your eyes almost roll back into your head.
“I already am.. can you do it with me?” The question floats in the air for a second before anything else is said.
“Y-Yeah I can let me just grab lube – I like it wet.” You can hear him grunt as he reaches for the bottle that you assume is on some kind of night stand.
“Then you’d love me.” You let out a meek laugh. “I’m dripping as I speak.” Unbeknownst to you he bucked his hip into the air at your words, his cock weeping into his boxers with precum.
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum before I even start if you keep talking like that.” He sighs, pulling down the restricting layers before flipping open the bottle of lube and pouring some onto the length of him that sat pressed against his abs.
“Sorry – I’m eager. I wanna sleep.” You yawn, fingers gently pressing against your cunt.
“You don’t have to wait on me princess, I’ll catch up.”
“W-What are you wearing right now?” The question startles you, and you're the one who asked it.
“I was wearing gray sweats and the boxers you bought me for friendsgiving but I uh, took them off due to this circumstance.”
You sigh at the thought of him stark naked, cock between his fist and being gently lathered in the smooth liquid.
“Mmm..” Is all you can respond with as you tuck the receiver under your ear and between your shoulder to use your thumb to rub circles on your clit.
“How about you princess?” He takes a beat to lift his cock from its resting place on his stomach and gives it a home in his fist, the pressure making him wince.
“I’m wearing the um, the baby pink set you bought me last week. The bralette and underwear but they're pretty soaked now so..” You reply between pants, trying to find a rhythm between the fingers sliding in and out of you and the tantalizingly slow pace on your sensitive bud.
A guttural groan mixed with sloppy wet noises follows the end of your sentence and it’s obvious how that affected him. He gets lost in the feeling of his hand gliding up and down his shaft to respond.
“I keep going too fast – I wish it was you, here, controlling my pace.” Bucky whispers, and you whine at his words, working in a second finger.
“Yeah? You want mommy there to help you, baby?” You coo, hearing him whimper on the other end.
“Shit, yes, I need you. Wanna feel your pretty cunt grip my cock.” He sighs, fist eagerly pumping up and down.
“Fuck, Jamie–” Your eyes shut with knitted brows accompanying them as you stroke your g-spot with both fingers.
“I love it when you say my name, I gotta hear it when I fuck you.” His moan bellows through the receiver and you hold back your own, scared to wake up your roommate.
“You can take it whenever, James. I’m yours, baby. All – fuck – yours.” Bucky can hear the squelching of your wetness with every thrust of your fingers and it grosses you out but turns him on even more.
“I’m close princess, so close.” He drags out and you don’t miss the echo of his fist hitting the base of his cock with every stroke.
“Me too - I can’t wait to cum all over your thick cock, I need you stretching me out. My fingers aren’t enough.” You cry, your hearing dulling and vision blanking for a few seconds as you imagine him sliding in and out of you and taking the place of your fingers.
It falls silent for a moment until you hear his heavy breathing continue. “Shitshitshit, I’m cumming, fuckohmygod.” His words and your name become a chant, spilling out of his mouth until he’s spent on his stomach, forcing himself through his high.
You spasmed around your fingers, head lulling back into your pile of pillows, voice getting higher and higher. The receiver drops from your shoulder to your chest as your orgasm washes over you, stars of white clouding your mind. Your body goes numb while you come down from your climax, breath escaping you.
“Fuck, I need to see you later. Come by my room after your 2 pm class?” Bucky sighs as beads of sweat drip down his forehead.
“Mhm.” You reply sleepily, pushing the receiver off of you and onto the edge of your bed.
“Goodnight, princess. Dream of me, okay?” Bucky’s voice seemed to have dropped an octave, giving you more fuel to sleep.
All he receives is a faint sigh of approval before you’re fast asleep, legs crossed under the dry part of your comforter. Laundry will a problem for future you but its the last thing on your mind.
summary: the best fraternity on campus is hosting a party before the most anticipated rave of the season, and it’s all pioneered by social chair Bucky Barnes. and when you’re in college, you want to live life to the fullest, right? and what is more of living life to the fullest than having the most memorable night of your college career with the Bucky Barnes?
warnings: 18+, minors dni, smut so please do not read if you are underage! unprotected sex, pet names (baby, doll, sweets, darlin’), drug use (MDMA, please test all of your drugs), oral sex (f receiving), fingering, nudity, choking, PDA, alcohol use, please let me know if there are more
**this is meant to be consensual, but please know that if people are under the influence they are not in the right headspace to consent!!
word count: 4.8k
a/n: haven’t written in a while so there’s that, but i also have never written smut before so take it easy on ya girl. bucky just seems like a sigma chi, don’t ask why. also PLEASE for the love of god, this is not glorifying drug use. please only do what you feel safe doing! for molly, please remember to stay hydrated and drink lots of water throughout the night, the high lasts for around 4 hours, and if you’ve never rolled before i suggest only taking one point! the come up affects everyone differently, so i just wrote about my own experience. ALWAYS TEST YOUR DRUGS AND STAY SAFE ILY. also i thought the weeknd was the perfect vibe for this type of fic, and i highly suggest listening to either trilogy, starboy, or kissland while reading. if any of you have ever done molly, you’d get what i’m talking about. anyways, hope you enjoy!
dedicated to the lovely @sagechanoafterdark , because I love her blog so much.
*not beta read*
Tonight was the night.
As you finished your last touches of mascara, The Weeknd played at the perfect volume from your speaker in your sorority house’s common room. As you sat on the living room floor looking at your reflection in the ring light mirror, your beloved roommate, Natasha, slid across the hardwood floor in front of you. She looked stunning, her straight red hair that framed her face perfectly contrasting her all-black set. The baby tee she had on with the black mini skirt accentuated her body perfectly, and as she posed for you, you gave her a holler.
“Do we like?” she asked, as if she couldn’t already tell the answer with your screams.
“Are you kidding? You look fantastic, Nat,” you scoffed. She smiled back at you as you looked back in the mirror to check your makeup one last time.
“Which set are you going to wear?” she inquired, jumping over the back of the couch to sit in front of the coffee table on which your entire makeup collection was spread out.
“I think I’m going to go with the pink rave set,” you said, beginning to stand from your criss-crossed position on the floor.
“Oh, thank God, the Sigma Chis are going to eat that up, especially that hot social chair they have,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows. You rolled your eyes as you walked down the hall towards your room in your oversized sweatshirt and black fishnet tights. She wasn’t technically wrong, the entire reason you were going to the fraternity house was to see the famous social chair, Bucky Barnes. God, was he a sight for sore eyes. As you entered your closet and pulled out the pink and black triangle top and matching high-waisted underwear-styled bottoms, you wondered if you would see him tonight. Would he know who you are? Of course he would, his best friend was hooking up with your best friend. Would he like what you’re wearing? You hoped so, but it didn’t really matter; once the set was on you felt sexy regardless. As you turned to various angles and looked at your figure in the mirror, you thought that there was no way you wouldn’t get his attention. Maybe he’d even ask for your name this time.
You couldn’t help yourself from smiling in the mirror as you adjusted the outfit to lay perfectly on your body, and you practically skipped to your bathroom to put your hair in high pigtails; you were going to a rave after all. Once the last stray hair was gelled into place, you grabbed your white chunky shoes, threw them on, then bounded back down the hallway to meet Nat.
“Holy shit!” she yelled as she turned around to see you. “Who the fuck are you and what have you done with my best friend?” You laughed and spun around while Natasha gave you sounds of approval.
“Alright, alright. We have to go, where’s Wanda?”
“She’s already at the house with Vis, she told us to come now around 30 minutes ago” Nat responded.
“Okay, perfect. Fashionably late,” you said, grabbing your phone, wallet, and key card so you could get back into the sorority house later that night. As you headed towards the door, Natasha followed you until you spun around, causing her to bump into your frame.
“Bitch, walk,” she said, fixing her hair after running into your chest.
“Wait, do you have the–”
“Molly? No, I actually threw it away, Y/N,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You rolled your eyes and raised your hand to smack her, to which she didn’t even bat an eye.
“That really never gets you, huh,” you asked. You had never been able to scare Natasha, and at times you wondered if she had trained herself to never be startled by anything.
“Nothing does, I’m Russian,” she said casually. You let out a laugh and walked out to the porch of the sorority house with Nat close behind.
-
“Nat! Y/N! Over here!” You heard a girl’s voice you recognized as Wanda’s once you walked into the lively fraternity house. Thankfully there weren’t too many people there yet, as you, Wanda, and Nat always got the special pre-party invites. As you and Nat made your way over to your third musketeer, you looked around for your little crush. Slightly disappointed, he was nowhere to be found, but your smile returned when Wanda dramatically flung her back to the wall, basking in Natasha’s and your appearances. “It is both totally not fair and totally fair that I have the hottest friends in the world.”
“Feeling’s mutual, Wan,” Nat chuckled. “Vis, how are we?”
“Exceptional, Natasha. You and Y/N both look lovely,” Vision responded. You smiled in his direction and began conversing with the three of them until a tall, blonde haired boy came up behind Natasha.
“Well, well, well,” the boy began, “the lovely ladies of Chi Omega.” Natasha looked up behind her and instantly burst into a smile.
“Hey, Stevie,” she said, and you laughed. You had never seen her break her intimidating façade for anyone besides her close friends, but when it came to Steve Rogers, she was a different person. She batted her eyelashes as Steve pulled her in for a quick kiss, then said hello to everyone around.
“Ugh, Jesus. Gross,” a voice yelled from across the room. As you had hoped, a certain blue-eyed, smirking boy had begun striding over to where you were standing with your friends. His swagger when he walked was unmistakable, his messy hair paired with that sly smirk giving him the perfect boyish look that made him irresistible. You had to regulate your breathing and remember to keep your mouth from hanging open as he approached, two red solo cups in hand. “No couple shit tonight, strictly raving.”
“Shut up, Buck,” Steve laughed as he gave Nat another kiss. Bucky rolled his eyes and looked over to Wanda and Vision, glossing over you as if you weren’t even there. The slight pang of disappointment stung your chest, but you concealed your feelings with ease. Bucky handed them the cups with a dashing smile, then finally turned back to Steve and Natasha.
“You guys want anything?” he asked.
“No thanks, buddy. Natasha, Y/N?” Steve answered, gesturing to the two of us who had returned to standing next to each other.
“No drinking for us, it’s an MDMA kind of night,” you responded. Bucky finally looked over at you, and you swore you saw his eyes widen.
“That’s what I’m talking about!” Steve said, but Bucky’s eyes never left your face. You felt a slight blush creep up to your face as his eyes flitted around your body, suddenly feeling a bit insecure about your lack of clothing.
“Excuse me, Rogers, but where have you been hiding your girlfriend’s dime of a friend here?” Bucky asked, eyes only looking to Steve for a half second before returning to your face. His smirk had returned, and he licked his lips ever so slightly, making your breath hitch in your throat.
“You don’t know Y/N? This is Nat’s best friend, I thought you knew her,” Steve said sincerely.
“Well of course I’ve seen her around, I just didn’t know you knew her,” Bucky shrugged. He gave you a wink before being summoned by one of the pledges to give another task. The party had grown tremendously in size given that the party buses would be picking everyone up in the coming minutes, but you kept your eyes trained on Bucky’s retreating figure through the maze of people. Nat smacked your arm to get you out of your trance, and you suddenly looked around to find all of your friend’s smirking and borderline laughing at you. You awkwardly chuckled, still too caught up in the fact that the Bucky Barnes had called you a dime.
“Alright, are we taking this or what?” Natasha asked, an excited smile on her face. You were so caught up in Bucky you had almost forgotten about the party favors of the night. You nodded your head vigorously as she pulled out the dime bags, each with two points of molly in them. You reached for one of the bags, opened it, and took out one of the points, popping it in your mouth. You grabbed a water bottle from the counter nearest you and took a quick swig, downing both the water and the pill before handing the bottle to Nat who had done the same. Wanda and Vis were now on their second cup of jungle juice, and they laughed at the both you who had begun smiling intensely at each other. Steve had taken his as well, and he left to go check on the status of the buses. All of a sudden, there was a loud yell.
“Buses are here!” the voice exclaimed, and suddenly everyone was pushing each other to get out of the house and onto the vehicles.
“Popped yet, doll?” A voice from behind said, and you turned around to see none other than Bucky Barnes smiling down at you.
“Yeah we just did our first, are you taking it as well?” you asked. When have you ever talked like that? This kid was making you nervous.
He chuckled, “So proper, but yes I have. Be on my bus, will ya?” he asked, extending his hand for you to take. You smiled sheepishly and put your hand in his, also linking with Natasha while he led you to the first bus out of the four parked outside. You made your way up the steps and into the bus, sitting by Natasha as Steve and Bucky waited at the door to count the people heading onto the bus.
“He seems to like you,” Nat said with a hint of mischief in her tone.
“He does not, he doesn’t even know me,” you defended, but a part of you wanted her to be right. You looked back towards the entrance to find Steve and Bucky in conversation as they walked back to where you and Nat were sitting. Steve sat next to Natasha and Bucky took the seat on the other side of you, smiling as he sat down. And with this, the night began.
-
As you hopped off the bus, you began to feel the effects of the molly. The come up had occurred during the bus ride, and your anxiousness caused Bucky to wrap his arm around you and comfort you. It almost took your mind completely off of the come up, but you still felt a bit uneasy even with the hottest Sigma Chi holding you. But as you walked towards the door, everything around you was amplified. The color of the world was in full saturation, and you couldn’t wait to get inside the venue to dance around. You bounced up and down as you waited for the security to scan your ticket, and when you walked inside you were instantly met with colored lights and blaring EDM music. Senses on overdrive, you smiled until it hurt as you impatiently waited for your friends to get inside. First walked in a completely hammered Wanda and Vision, followed by an equally excited and rolling Steve and Natasha. The second the molly hit, those two were all over each other. They almost didn’t see you until you yelled at them to come towards you.
“Where’s Bucky?” you asked excitedly. Natasha stared at you and shrugged, too enamored with Steve to answer your question.
“Let’s go inside more!” Steve yelled over the noise, and all thoughts of Bucky were gone. He dragged you and Nat into the crowd, and you were in heaven. As the synth noises and electric bass played, you jumped around and smiled with your friends. Bodies touching, you, Wanda, and Natasha laughed and moved with the music. At points Steve and Vis would get a tad jealous, but you and your best friends paid them no mind as you fell into ecstasy.
“I feel like I’m flying!” you said, breathing heavily as you looked up to the ceiling to take in all of the lights. They danced around in your vision and you fell in love with the visuals, reaching up to the sky as if you could feel the energy pouring down on you.
“Look, Bucky!” Natasha’s voice pulled you from your peak as you looked to where she was pointing. A little ways away in the crowd, you could see Bucky also riding his high, and the urge to run over to him overcame you as you pushed through the crowd just to feel his touch. You extended your hand and took his in yours, making him look at you.
“Oh, doll, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!” he exclaimed, pulling you into a tight hug as if your bodies couldn’t get any closer together. You giggled and pulled away, beaming up at him as he cupped your face in his hands. “Have you taken your second?”
“Not yet, have you? I’m going to do it right now because I want to!” you said in a rush. You fished into your wallet to pull out the dime bag from before, popped the pill, and drank the rest of your water bottle you had from the fraternity house. He laughed down at you, also taking his second pill and finishing his own water. “How have we never talked before?” you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
“I have no idea, sweets. But I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else right now,” he said. His blue eyes bore into yours, and all of a sudden it was just you two with no one else around. The lights illuminating his face made him look ethereal, and you could tell there was a connection between the two of you with the way his eyes bounced around your face. Both of your breathing was erratic as you felt the second peak coming, and as the crowd pushed you around you felt your faces getting closer and closer.
“Guys!”
You snapped around to find a loose-eyed Wanda moving towards you, a sloppy grin on her face. “There you two are! Steve and Nat are n-nowhere to be found, they’re probably s-sucking each other off or something” she hiccupped out. Vis was behind her, and the three of you laughed at her unkempt disposition. The music sucked you back in as you faced the dj stand, the second peak finally hitting you at full force. The sounds engulfed your entire body as you let your head fall back, breathing heavily. The smile crept back onto your face as you felt every light, every soundwave entering through your pores, energizing you and filling you with utmost happiness. You almost didn’t notice the pair of hands that had snuck around your waist and wrapped around your midsection. You rested your hands on the unfamiliar ones, and you turned around to be met with a peaking Bucky Barnes. His pupils were blown as he looked above you at the visuals playing behind the dj, then he looked down at you with the same dopey smile you also had on your face. A split second passed, but that was all the confirmation you needed. His lips were on yours in a fervent kiss as your hands flew to his hair, pulling and tugging like your life depended on it. A cheer from Wanda was drowned out by the music, but both you and Bucky were too enamored with each other to notice anything else except each other. His hands pushed your lower back closer to his body as his lips crashed into yours over and over. The sloppy, wetness of the kissing was the perfect sensory feeling for your rolling mind to comprehend, and your arms wrapped around his neck in an effort to pull him impossibly closer to you.
Both of you breathlessly pulled away and said in unison: “Let’s go.” Suddenly, you were both somehow dragging each other through the crowd and out into the parking lot of the venue, where Bucky fumbled with his phone to call a car to pick you guys up. The coldness of the night was ineffective on your hot body, and you outstretched your arms and spun in circles as Bucky looked up at you. He couldn’t understand how a girl so perfect slipped his view before, but he was feeling lucky to have met you now. Maybe it was just the molly talking, and it probably was, but he felt like he never wanted to leave your side. As you smiled and spun and looked at the sky, he could feel your energy radiating from you and entering him, causing him to smile widely at the sight of your kid-ish demeanor. After a couple minutes, the car pulled up and you both got in, Bucky opening the door for you then moving to his own side. Even on molly, the kid was still a gentleman.
The car began moving, and at that point you two couldn’t keep your hands off of each other. His lips easily found yours again, cupping your face like he had done earlier in the night. You unbuckled yourself and slid over to his side of the car, putting your hand on the back of his neck and dragging your nails all the way to the front. He let out a sigh as he also released himself from the seat buckle, shifting his body so he could more easily face you. His hand moved down to your neck, putting slight pressure until you practically moaned for more. As you moved your hands to his hair, he pulled away from your lips only to reattach them to your neck, sucking hard as if to mark his territory for the next couple of days. Your head fell back as you sighed in pleasure, your breathing becoming more erratic as he continued his heated pursuit of your skin. With each mark he left, he soothed the area with his tongue and placed light yet heated kisses around the area before moving to a different part of your neck, until he finally moved up to your earlobe. He took the supple skin in his mouth and sucked lightly, letting his tongue run along the bottom edge of your ear to which you hummed in pure ecstasy. Your hand moved from his hair down his chest until it rested on his belt buckle. You began to fumble with the metal clip until he put his hand over yours. “Not yet, darlin’, we’re so close to the house. Wanna please you the proper way,” he whispered into your ear before giving it another light kiss and pulling away. You smiled at him and laid back on the seat. You had almost forgotten that you had taken a second point of molly, but you felt the familiar anxiety creeping up on you. You pushed yourself up a little bit and straightened yourself out, fiddling with your thumbs as you looked out the window.
“I feel it too, doll. It’ll be over in 15 minutes, tops,” Bucky said next to you, placing his hand over yours. You smiled and looked at him, then turned back to the window. A little while later, the car had pulled up to the Sigma Chi house, and Bucky helped you out of the car. You were still feeling a little uneasy, so once you got inside he grabbed you both a bottle of water and he led you up the stairs. You practically downed the water by the time you had reached his door, and you held the empty bottle in your hand as he opened the way to his room. “Sorry, it’s a little messy in here,” he said sheepishly.
It was not.
It was pristine, with the exception of a sweatshirt on the floor. You looked back at him as he walked to turn on the sound system, and rolled your eyes as you walked over to his bed and laid on it. The instant The Weeknd started playing, you shot up and looked at him again, this time with wild eyes. He stared at you with a smile creeping onto his face as you began waving your hands around to the music, closing your eyes as you felt your second roll coming on. He slowly walked towards you and got onto the bed, leaning over you and taking your lips in his for the third time that night. You sunk into the kiss as he laid you down, placing your hands back in their designated spot on the back of his head with your fingers tugging on his hair. He sighed heavily as he quickened the rate of his kissing, hands running all over your body as he desperately tried to touch more of you. He rested on elbow as he let his fingers trail down your almost bare torso, toying with the hemline of your bra top. He pulled away and tugged on the bow on the back of your neck, pulling the top off of you with ease. Once the top was discarded on the floor, he instantly went back to kissing you, letting his hands make their way to your breasts as he kneaded them with his fingers. His kisses moved down to your neck, and he made a trail of wet spots down your chest and stomach before reaching your bottoms.
“Is there anything underneath these bottoms and tights, sweets?” he asked, looking up at you through his long eyelashes. When you breathlessly shook your head no, he smirked, yanking down the two articles of barely-clothing with impatience. Your glistening cunt was now in his full view, and his smirk remained on his face as he bent down to kiss the insides of your thighs. You were growing restless as he took his time, pressing his lips to almost every place except where you needed him the most.
“Please, Buck… need you,” you moaned, out of breath from the incessant teasing on the blue-eyed boy’s end. He chuckled as you squirmed under his touch before licking a stripe up your pussy, causing you to throw your head back as he lapped away at your juices. He moved his mouth to encompass your clit, sucking with increasing intensity as you opened your eyes to look down at the beautiful yet sinful sight in front of you. He paid you almost no mind as he feasted on your pussy, slowly moving his hand up to push a finger into you. The ecstasy rushing over your body was immeasurable; the molly mixed with the sexual fantasy was almost too much to handle for you. He pumped his lone finger in and out at a rapid pace, still sucking harshly on your slit and swirling his tongue around the swollen nub. You could feel the knot tightening in your lower stomach as he continued, and you could barely tell him you were about to cum before it happened.
“B-Buck, I’m-”
“Let go, baby. I’m right here,” he cooed. And that was all you needed to release the pressure. Your legs began to shake as your pussy began to flutter, and your walls spasmed and clenched in a rhythm as Bucky continued his reckless attack on your most vulnerable spot. He collected all of your cum in his mouth and on his scruff, and as he sat up he was looking at you with a flushed face and blown pupils. He began to undo his belt buckle frantically, and once he finally got the thing loose he pulled down his pants and boxers half way before giving himself a few quick pumps to prepare himself. You sat up a little bit to grab his hard length in your hand, but he tsked you away. “None of that, darlin’. It’s all about you tonight.”
As you laid back down slowly, he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down your still-wet pussy, teasing you slightly. He finally lined himself up with your entrance as you whimpered helplessly under him, and he pushed himself in slowly. Your breath hitched as he slowly entered you, and he grunted in pleasure once he was bottomed out in your cunt. You looked down as he pulled back out, then pushed in again, mesmerized by the sight of his cock sliding in effortlessly to your wet heat. You were drawn from your gaze as Bucky grabbed your throat and began to choke lightly, forcing you to look at him. His grip tightened as he increased his pace, somehow reaching even deeper in your cunt with each stroke.
“So fuckin’ pretty for me. All mine, yeah, baby?” he said as he relentlessly fucked you, and your mouth fell open as he pounded into you. You struggled to nod your head, but that wasn’t enough for him. “Words, doll.”
“Y-yes, Buck. All y-yours” you managed, still struggling to breathe with his fast pace ramming into you. While you felt your orgasm coming again, you could also feel your molly peak returning for the third time. Your eyes rolled back into your head as Bucky let his hand rest on the headboard of his bed, his fast fucking never slowing down.
“Look at me, baby. I can feel you’re close… I want you to look at me while you cum all over my cock, doll,” he whispered into your ear, leaning in so close you could feel his damp hair on your face and brushing your ear. His breathing was erratic as well, and as you felt both highs come down on you, you moaned loudly and squeezed your eyes shit before opening them to stare into Bucky’s blue ones.
“Fuck! Oh my God,” you screamed. Bucky never broke eye-contact as his cock twitched inside of you, releasing his cum to paint your walls white. He rolled off of you and laid down next you, panting heavily. He lifted your head to put his arm around you, and as he pulled you towards him you felt both his and your cum leaking from your still-spasming pussy. He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead as Stargirl Interlude played softly from the speakers. You smiled under his lips, but the both of you were too tired to say anything more after the fresh fucking you guys had both endured. You both fell asleep soon after, The Weeknd’s smooth voice lulling you both to a heavy rest.
-
You woke up in the morning with a yawn, now fully on the other side of the bed as Bucky. As you slowly turned to face him, you saw him scrolling mindlessly through his phone, occasionally typing away.
“Good morning,” you said sleepily, to which Bucky gave a small glance and a slight smile. You were partly confused, but chalked it up to over thinking as you were now fully facing him, looking up at him with doe eyes. He continued to scroll through his phone, then with a sigh placed it on his bedside table. He got up slowly and walked to his closet, rummaging through his drawers and deciding on a simple blue shirt with the Sigma Chi crest on the front. He barely turned when he threw it in your direction, to which you were ultimately shocked. Why was he being such a… douchebag?
He finally turned around fully, scratching his head as he did so. Then he let out the sentence you were dreading most.
“Listen, I don’t want to be that guy, but I kind of have a lot of stuff to do today so you should probably… you know…”
“Head out?” you finished for him. With the nod of his head, you gave a curt nod and tight smile, instantly getting out of the bed and putting on the shirt he threw so carelessly in your direction. As soon as you were done putting on the shirt, you bent down to grab last night’s clothes. You stood up, turned back to him, gave him a tiny goodbye, and sped out of the room. As you walked down the stairs, you thought to yourself: How could you have been so stupid? Of course he was going to kick you out in the morning. And as you walked out of the frat house to be met by the harsh sunlight and light breeze cooling your pants-less legs, you reminded yourself.
