I had a request for bucky! It's something silly that popped in my mind but how about reader who is very sweet and unaware of the effect she has on bucky while bucky silently suffers trying to remain a gentleman until his patience snaps and he confronts you leaving you a flustered mess, you could make it more smutty or not, it's on you!
SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES WOULD BE GREAT <3 (this is my first request ever I am shaking)
Greetings! Thank you for sending in a request, you did great! I’m honored to be one of the first people you’ve sent a request to as well ♡
I will say for others and future reference, I don’t particularly write much/any smut but I know there are plenty of writers out there who can and will! I hope you enjoy though and happy reading!!!
The Trouble with Sweetness
Summary: You were just being sweet without realizing the effect you had on Bucky, driving him quietly out of his mind. When he finally snaps and confronts you, all that tension explodes into a heated confession and a kiss that leaves you breathless and shaken in the best way. (Bucky Barnes x reader)
Word Count: 2k+
A/N: The most they do is make out tbh, but like in a very intimate/passionate way. I also wanna be safe than sorry putting the red border on than the fluffy yellow one lol.
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It wasn’t on purpose, what you did to Bucky Barnes.
You were just… sweet. The kind of sweet that could quiet a storm without even trying. The kind that remembered how he took his coffee and always set aside the corner piece of cake with the most frosting because you knew it was his favorite. The kind that smiled when you walked into a room like everyone deserved your warmth, including him even when he didn’t believe he did.
You weren’t trying to make his life harder, but you were.
Every time you said his name with that soft lilt, reached for his arm without hesitation, or looked up at him like he hadn’t done unspeakable things in another life, something inside him ached and pulled tight. His restraint, his patience, his carefully rebuilt walls, they all broke down a little more with each passing day.
You weren’t flirting though, he knew that. It would be easier if you were. If you were teasing, playing games, and knowingly stirring him up, at least he’d have something to blame. But you weren’t. You were just kind, just you. Innocent in the way you looked at him like he wasn’t dangerous, like he wasn’t holding back the weight of a lifetime with gritted teeth and clenched fists.
He was doing his best to be good. To give you the space he thought you deserved. You were light, and he was trying not to smother you with everything he didn’t know how to say. But the proximity… God, the proximity was testing every limit he had.
Like earlier this week, when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder during movie night at the Tower. One minute you were sitting beside him, legs tucked under you, hand warm where it brushed his arm and the next, your head had dropped gently to rest against him, your breathing soft, and your body curling slightly into his side like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You didn’t even wake when his breath hitched. When his hand hovered for a long time over your back, aching to hold you closer. He didn’t move, he didn’t dare. He just sat there for the next hour staring at the muted television screen and pretending the fire in his chest wasn’t real.
He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this up. Because the truth was, you broke something in him. Not in a cruel way. Not even in a painful one.
But in a quiet, devastating way that made him believe, just for a moment, that he could be wanted. That someone like you could maybe, possibly want someone like him. That he didn’t have to spend the rest of his life locked in shadows, flinching from softness he thought he didn’t deserve.
But it wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. You weren’t trying to do any of this which only made it worse.
So he kept his hands to himself. His eyes too, when he could manage. He bit his tongue and clutched his jaw, and played the part of the quiet friend with the haunted past because it was easier than saying the truth out loud.
That the way you smiled at him made his heart race, that the way you touched his arm made him dizzy, that your presence, your warmth, and your unintentional sweetness… was killing him.
And eventually, something had to give.
It was late when you wandered into the shared kitchen at the Tower. You hadn’t meant to interrupt anything, or even be seen, you were just thirsty and hoping to snag the last iced tea before Sam inevitably beat you to it.
You walked in barefoot, wearing an old, oversized sweater that hit mid-thigh and barely clung to one shoulder, slipping down just enough to reveal the smooth slope of your skin. You were half-asleep, blinking slow with your hair messy and your voice soft when you greeted the man leaning against the counter.
“Hi, Buck.”
And that was it. The last straw.
Because Bucky had been there silent and steady, sipping his own drink and trying to keep his thoughts in line. But then you walked in, glowing in that soft half-light, looking up at him with no clue how dangerous it was to say his name like that. No idea what it did to him when you stood so close, bare legs visible, and voice delicate from sleep.
He watched you open the fridge and stretch up for a bottle on the top shelf, the hem of your sweater rising just slightly, and he cracked. Not visibly yet, but something in him gave out.
You shut the fridge and turned, catching his eyes. He looked different tonight. Not tense in the usual way, not guarded. No, he looked stormy. Like there was something behind his gaze that had finally broken loose.
You tilted your head, unaware. “You okay?”
He stared at you. “You always this dangerous and don’t even know it?”
You blinked, caught off guard. “What was that?”
“Nothing.” His voice was flat and controlled, but the effort behind it was visible in every taut line of his body. “Just… you gotta stop lookin’ at me like that, sweetheart.”
Your heart skipped. “Like what?”
He stepped forward. Then again. The space between you shrank by the second, and your breath caught somewhere high in your throat as the air around him shifted. Heavy, warm, and electric.
“Like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing to me,” He spoke quietly.
You froze, iced tea forgotten in your hand.
“Bucky,” You said, confused, nervous. “I–I don’t know what you mean.”
He gave a low, humorless laugh, and there was no softness in it. Just restraint.
“You touch me like it’s nothin’. Smile like you don’t know I think about it for hours after. You say my name like it doesn’t wreck me every time.”
Your lips parted in a silent breath.
“I’ve tried,” He continued, stepping even closer. “Tried to be good, to be the guy you feel safe with. The one who doesn’t make it weird. The one who doesn’t cross a line. But you–” His voice broke a little, “–you make it impossible.”
You were against the counter now, cornered, not that you were moving. Not that you wanted to.
“I wasn’t trying to–” You began, flustered with your cheeks burning.
“I know you weren’t.” He shook his head once, jaw clenching again. “That’s what makes this so damn hard. You don’t even see it. You’re just… you. And I can’t keep pretendin’ it doesn’t drive me insane.”
His hand came up slowly, hovering near your face like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you.
But God, you wanted him to.
“I didn’t know,” You whispered. “I didn’t mean to–”
“I know you didn’t.” His voice softened just enough to make it worse. His fingers brushed the edge of your cheek. “That’s why I haven’t acted on any of it because you didn’t know. But I can’t keep goin’ like this, doll.”
You could barely think. He was so close now, his presence swallowing you whole, and every word of his dripping heat into your bloodstream.
His voice dropped further, low and thick with restraint. “So if this is nothing to you, if I’m just a friend, you need to say it. Now. Because I swear, if you say my name again like that, I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Your throat was dry. You opened your mouth, no idea what would come out, but your heart was screaming the answer.
“It’s not nothing,” You said. Quiet, but sure.
His eyes darkened. “Say it again.”
“It’s not nothing, Bucky.”
And then the dam broke.
His mouth was on yours in an instant: hot, desperate, and real. His hands found your waist, your back, pulling you against him like he was scared you’d vanish. The kiss was rough with months of unspoken tension, edged with longing and thick with feeling. It wasn't careful, and it wasn’t restrained.
The kiss swallowed the world.
There was no more kitchen, no more midnight air, no more silence hanging between you. Just him, just Bucky. And the way his mouth moved over yours, it was like he was starving for something only you could give.
Your fingers curled into the front of his t-shirt, clutching at him like you needed to hold on or else you'd lose your balance entirely, and maybe you would have. Because Bucky wasn’t kissing you like this was a first. He was kissing you like it was the last chance he’d ever have.
He groaned softly against your lips when you shifted closer, your body pressed flush to his. His hands gripped your waist like he was afraid you’d disappear the second he let go, fingers splayed wide, metal and flesh both trembling as he touched you openly for the first time.
When he finally broke the kiss, it wasn’t to pull away.
He stayed close, breath heavy, nose brushing yours, and lips still parted like he wasn’t done yet.
Your heart pounded wildly in your chest. “You kissed me.”
“You said it wasn’t nothing,” He murmured, voice wrecked and low. “I wasn’t gonna hold back after that.”
“I didn’t know you felt this way,” You said, dazed and breathless, still gripping his shirt.
His eyes were darker than you’d ever seen them. “I’ve felt this way since the first time you looked at me like I wasn’t broken.”
Your lips parted.
“I didn’t think I deserved you,” He added. “Still don’t.”
A soft ache bloomed in your chest. Your hand slid up, resting over his heart. “That’s not your decision to make.”
That stunned him for a second. Enough for you to catch your breath and for his grip to loosen ever so slightly. He looked down at you like he couldn’t quite believe you were real.
“Careful, sweetheart,” He warned roughly. “You keep saying things like that, and I’m gonna start believing you’re mine.”
You blinked up at him. “What if I already am?”
And that was it.
The control he’d clung to so tightly for so long shattered completely.
He kissed you again, harder this time. Hungrier. His hand slid up your back, the other cupping your cheek with near-reverence, like he still couldn’t believe he was allowed to touch you this way. Your body pressed against the counter behind you, and he didn’t hesitate to crowd in closer, overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Been thinking about this,” He muttered against your jaw, dragging his mouth down your neck. “Every time you said my name. Every time you leaned into me like it didn’t mean anything. Drove me crazy, doll.”
You gasped softly when his lips found the curve of your throat, heat flooding your cheeks. “I didn’t know I was– God, Bucky.”
“I know.” His voice was rough silk. “And now you do. So I’m not holdin’ back anymore.”
His hands skimmed down to your thighs, squeezing gently before lifting you effortlessly up onto the counter. You inhaled sharply, your legs parting instinctively to make room for him as he stepped between them. His metal fingers slid along your skin, reverent and slow.
“You tell me when to stop,” He murmured, forehead resting against yours. “If it’s too much, too fast, just say it. I’ll stop.”
You stared into his eyes, storm-blue, intense, and yet still so careful despite everything. That was what undid you. Not just the kiss, not just the heat. Him. His patience. His restraint. The way he looked at you like you were worth more than gold and he couldn’t believe you’d choose him.
You nodded once. “Don’t stop.”
A beat passed. Then his mouth was on yours again, more certain this time. Deeper, slower, and full of promise.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and melted into him, wondering how it had taken this long. Wondering how you’d ever mistaken his silence for disinterest when this had been hiding under the surface all along.
And you wondered, most of all, how you’d ever get enough of him now.
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