Gardener!Bucky x Reader
The sky wasn’t of a stainless blue, the sun wasn’t throwing its ray ragingly on the planet; but the heat was somehow unbearable. Even all the clouds didn’t help.
Laying on your back, on one of the garden lounge chair, you felt droplets of sweat rolling along your bent legs from the joint behind your knee and pooling under your armpits. In this very moment, there was nothing sexy about summer and its weather. Fortunately, the occasional breeze made you feel a tiny bit better than the previous second, but the taken away again the next.
Being in the shades didn’t help much, only making the sweat wetting your light clothes in a cold puddle which feeling made you grit your teeth in discomfort.
Overall, the day wasn’t bad, especially when even with all those little things bugging you, the view could beat any other one.
On the opposite hand of the garden, a young man, as equally, if not more, drenched in sweat, was pulling off some parasite plants.
Bucky Barnes…
Your father had hired him to take care of his dear plants and lawn during the time where he would be too busy with work to do so. And when at first, you were reluctant to the fact that your privacy would be invaded by a complete stranger, you quickly changed your thoughts.
The man in question was a tall hunk of muscles, flexing with every small effort, and the skin covering them shining with sweat. His dark brown shoulder-length hair was tied in a low man bun, situated at the base of his neck, some strands escaping the knot and falling back into place in front of his face, sticking to the skin with the sweat.
In this very moment, you were grateful for the existence of sunglasses and the way they hid the direction of your gaze, because you would’ve been caught since a long time for ogling him that hard…
But it wasn’t entirely your fault, it was the way his was stretching himself and groaning to try and relax his sore muscles, how he rested on his knees to work and slightly bend forward, pushing his round ass back in your direction, and just…The fact that he looked like a fucking cliché caricature of sexual fantasy.
Unfortunately, your mind spoke loud in clear that it wanted Bucky to get rid of the remaining of his clothes and take you right there on your lounge chair, risking to be seen by prying neighbors and sweating profusely from the sun and your shared activities. While your reason was overtaken by shyness and couldn’t even hold his gaze more than a few seconds.
You tried to push away your dirty though to return to your originally pure activity : tanning.
However, under the very same hot sun rays and barely a few meters away, the object of every of your thoughts was also very keen on showing you how much of a good care he could give a beautiful flower like you.
