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relax • eight

18+

Bucky tries to keep things composed and civil as he confronts Steve - but his composure only lasts so long.

Content Warning: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader, mature themes, angst, mention of coercion and dub!con, protective!bucky, best friend!sam, violence, blood, injury.

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"Why do you look so nervous?"

Your leg stops bouncing and you look up at Sam, who's raising a brow as he folds his arms across his chest.

"You gonna tell me, or do I have to torture it out of you?" He asks you, tilting his head.

Knowing better than to call his bluff, you let out a sigh. "Just... boy drama," You answer casually.

His face drops and his hands clench into fists. "I'm gonna kill that pretty little white boy," He grumbles menacingly.

"No, Bucky didn't do anything!" You exclaim, standing up. "I don't mean drama with me, I mean... him and Steve are going through a... disagreement."

Sam seems to be surprised at that as his brows furrow together. "Really? That's not like them," He mutters. "What are they disagreeing about?"

You regret saying anything at all. Taking his hand in yours, you shrug. "I don't know the details."

"Well, why are you stressing about it, hmm?" He asks you. "It has nothing to do with you, does it?"

It makes you feel nauseous to lie right to his face, but when the alternative is breaking his heart, you know what you'd rather do. "No, it doesn't," You answer. "But I care about Bucky, so I don't like knowing he's upset."

He tuts softly, pulling you into a hug. "Don't worry, baby, I know those guys," He assures you. "They're best friends. Ain't nothing breaking them up."

Your brows raise up. "You think so? Nothing at all?"

"They're brothers," He tells you. "And nothing can come between brothers. Whatever it is, they'll eventually forgive each other. That's what brothers do."

You hum against his chest, nodding slowly. "Right."

Bucky's buzzing with tension. After spending the night at your place, his mind is scrambled and the only thing he can feel is rage. Blinding, scalding hot rage.

The second he walks into his apartment, he sees Steve sitting on the ground, drawing on a piece of paper. There's a faint bruise on his chin from Bucky's punch the day before, but he still musters up a smile.

"Hey, man," He greets Bucky, putting down the felt-tip pen in his hand. "I thought you were in your room. When did you leave?"

Saying nothing, Bucky shuts the door behind him, taking deep breaths in an effort to compose himself.

"Peg's got me making signs for the pep rally," Steve says in an effort to fill the tense silence, keeping the pleasant smile on his face. "Greatest ex of the year award goes to me."

Taking a few steps further into the apartment, Bucky finally speaks. "I spent the night at Y/N's," He states lowly.

"Oh," Steve says, his brows furrowing slightly. "So... you sorted things out, then?"

Bucky sits on the couch, keeping his face blank. "She told me," He reveals casually. "She told me the truth about what happened that night."

Steve feels his blood run cold, but he remains calm. "About... I mean, the truth is the truth. What more was there for her tell you?"

Clenching his jaw, Bucky sits forward. "You failed to mention the fact that it was you who initiated it," He states coolly. "The fact that she was uncomfortable with it. That you coerced her into having sex with you and then dropped her like she was nothing."

Steve stands up, his cheeks flushing pink. "What the fuck, dude?" He scoffs. "She said I raped her?"

Bucky raises a brow. "She didn't explicitly use that word. Funny how you did, though."

"What the fuck is your problem, pal?" Steve sputters. "Do you really think I'd do that to someone?"

Standing up, too, Bucky's eyes darken. "I didn't, until I find out that you did."

"Dude, I'm your best friend," Steve states. "How are you trusting this bitch over me?"

Unable to hold back, Bucky lunges at him, raining down a flood of punches to Steve's face. All he can think of is you in pain, being manipulated, forced to put on a happy face and continue being Steve's friend just to keep the peace.

But there is no peace. Not until he pays for what he did.

"Bucky, stop!" Steve tells, pushing him away. "You're insane; she's got you all twisted!"

"Fuck you," He seethes, breathing heavily. "Just take responsibility for once in your goddamn life. Accept that what you did to Y/N was fucking disgusting. Admit it."

Shaking his head, Steve stumbles backwards. His eyes hold fear as his hands twitch. "Buck... I don't-"

"Please, stop lying to me, man," Bucky begs, his voice cracking. "You hurt the girl I love, really fucking bad. What you did was... it was wrong. So wrong. If you can't own up to it and apologize to her, then I won't be able to stop myself from hurting you."

A shaky breath leaves Steve's mouth as blood begins to leak from his broken nose.

"When she told me what you did, I wanted to kill you," Bucky admits without exaggeration. "But you're my brother, man. I... I fuckin' loved you. This isn't who I thought you were. Please, just be honest. What you did doesn't define you, but how you act now does. If you choose to continue treating Y/N as though she isn't a human being who deserves for you to at least acknowledge that what you did to her was wrong, then... Steve, I'll..."

Steve remains silent, his lips parted as though he's forgotten how to speak.

Rubbing his mouth, Bucky shakes his head. "Please. I know you. You're the kid that cried when we had to dissect a frog in biology. You're the guy that would die for your mom. You were my best friend. And you've hurt Y/N, man," He says lowly. "We can't get back from this. Knowing what you did, our friendship is over. But if you continue to act like you did nothing wrong that night, and you downplay the trauma that you caused Y/N, then I'll fucking kill you, Rogers."

With a deep breath, Steve nods. The pain is clear on his face, and Bucky himself is hurting, but neither of them can claim to be in more pain than you were that night.

Timidly, Steve clears his throat and looks down, unable to meet Bucky's eyes as he says, "I wanna talk to her."

You're terrified when you open the door to see Steve's bruised face. Though Bucky told you they'd be coming over, he left out the part where he'd given Steve a black eye and a crooked nose.

"Where's Sam?" Bucky asks you as the three of you stand in the living room, the mention of your best friend causing Steve to stiffen in fear.

"He's asleep," You mumble, rubbing the back of your neck.

With furrowed brows, Steve looks over at you. "I... Y/N, I'm sorry," He begins, immediately bringing you a catharsis you didn't even know you so desperately craved. "That night, I manipulated you into sleeping with me. I wanted to beat Brock, and in doing so, I ended up using you like an object. That was wrong of me. I... I'm not gonna stand here and claim that my feelings were anywhere near as hard to deal with as yours were after that night, but I lost sleep knowing what I did. I knew what I did to you was wrong, but I ignored the guilt. And pretty soon, I buried it enough to forget about it, which must feel like a kick in the teeth because it wouldn't have been that easy for you to forget it. What I did to you was horrific. Scarring. I will never, ever forgive myself."

It's a lot to take in, seeing as you never thought you'd hear the words from his mouth, but it feels freeing. You feel validated, knowing that he accepts the truth.

"I convinced myself that you weren't that hurt over it," Steve tells you. "I told myself that I was imagining your obvious discomfort during the ordeal. That you enjoyed it, and you were only upset because of Brock. But... deep down, I knew. I knew I had coerced you into bed, that I had grossly violated our friendship, and permanently tarnished your trust in me. And for that, I hate myself. I never... I never wanted to hurt you, but I also didn't try hard enough to protect you. I'm sorry, Y/N. I will spend the rest of my life being sorry for that night, and regretting what I did to you."

As your heart races, you nod, at a loss for words. Bucky notices your discomfort and takes your hand in his, silently reminding you that he has your back and is on your side.

"I appreciate that, Steve," You find the strength to say. "And, for what it's worth, I do forgive you."

"Thank you. That's much more than I deserve," He replies. "What I did to you was sexual assault. I recognize that, and I recognize that I need to work through a lot of shit."

"What the fuck did you just say?" A cold voice cuts in, making your heart skip a beat. Looking to the left, you see Sam in the doorway with shock and rage pooling in his eyes.

Oh, fuck.

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18+

Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader

Series Status: Completed

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.

Series Warning: Nerd!Frat!Bucky x Reader, mature and distressing themes, friends to lovers, fluff, soft!bucky, smut, angst.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

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relax • four

18+

the morning after, bucky gives you a sweet treat. but why is steve being so bitter?

content warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, smut (oral f receiving), sliiiiiiiiiiight angst but i promise not much at all.

part one | part two | part three

Bucky wakes up to see you staring at him with a smile on your face. Taken aback, he rubs his eyes before squinting at you. Your legs are still tangled with his but you've turned to face him, one of your hands resting against his chest.

"What?"

You snort at his confused reaction. "Good morning to you too, James."

"No, I- I meant good morning," He stutters, blinking a few times. "Good morning. Is it- it's morning?"

"Sure is," You inform him. "Can't you hear the birds?"

"I slept through the whole night?" Bucky mutters mostly to himself with bewilderment. "I haven't done that in... in a long time."

"Really?" You ask him with curiosity.

"Yeah," He whispers, raising his brows. "A really long time."

"I'm sorry. Not being able to sleep properly is shitty," You say with a pout, stroking his cheek before smiling. "Glad I could help."

That makes him frown. "What do you mean?"

"Well, isn't it obvious?" You say incredulously. "You slept well because I'm here. I'm the cure for your insomnia."

"Is that right?" He mumbles, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips. "Well, then you should sleep over every night."

"I can do that," You whisper, poking his nose. "You'll have to pay, though."

"I'd pay anything to sleep through the night," Bucky replies, resting his hand on your hip. "What currency do you want it in?"

Contemplating your answer, you pout your lips. "Hmm..."

Suddenly, Bucky leans forward and steals a quick kiss from you. When he pulls back, it seems he's surprised at himself.

"Oh," You utter. "What was that for?"

He shrugs bashfully as his cheeks tinge pink. "For being my good sleep charm."

You grin before pushing him onto his back so you can throw a leg over him and get comfortable. With your face resting on his arm, you let out a sigh of content. "I slept pretty well, too. No complaints."

"I'm glad to hear that," Bucky mumbles before suddenly freezing up.

Concerned, you frown. "Are you okay?" You ask while shifting your leg and moving closer, making him shudder.

"Your knee," He utters lowly, staring up at the ceiling.

Looking down, you notice your knee is directly on his crotch, which is slowly hardening under the pressure of your leg. Immediately, you move your knee back and gasp. "Oh, my God, I'm so sorry!" You exclaim after hiding your face in his arm.

"It's okay," He says with a chuckle, shaking his head as he attempts to recover. "It was already... it's okay, it's not your fault."

You snort before wrapping your arms around his bicep, loving how big and hard it is. "Do you work out, Buck?"

"Sure do," He answers. "I don't get this body from gaming all day, unfortunately."

"Could've fooled me," You say, lifting your head up. "I've seen you every day this week, and you haven't mentioned going to the gym once."

"Steve and I have a little gym room here; you've never seen it?" Bucky asks you with a raised brow. "It's right by the kitchen."

"I didn't know that," You tell him, taken aback.

"Well, now you do," He says.

"What other secrets are you hiding from me?" You question him curiously, trailing a finger down his bare chest.

He grabs your hand just as you reach his abs, breathing heavily. "I don't know if this counts as a secret, but you... you drive me insane."

Smirking, you press a kiss to his arm. "In a good way?"

"In the best way," He utters, swallowing thickly. Slowly, he turns his head to face you. "And you look really cute in the morning."

"Yeah?" You question him as you feel your cheeks heat up. "You sound really hot."

"You sound really hot."

"You smell really good."

"You... feel really good."

"I want another kiss, Buck."

"I wanna go down on you."

You're stunned by his admission as his blunt tone throws you off. The look on his face is anything but humorous as he stares you down, licking his lips.

"Can I?" He asks with a whisper.

Dazed, you take your hand off his chest. "You really want to?"

"Yes," Bucky confirms immediately as he turns back onto his side and gently presses his forehead against yours. "Let me taste you, angel. I dreamt about it."

You let out a surprised laugh, heart racing. "You dreamt about it?"

"Yeah, I did," He tells you honestly, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek. "I mean, you were dressed as Poison Ivy, but it was still you. And also Uma Thurman for a second, but mostly you."

Snorting, you push his chest and roll your eyes. "Why don't you go eat Uma Thurman out, then?"

"If she returned my fan mail, maybe I would," He teases you before moving closer and lowering his tone. "But I want you. More than anyone."

You bite back your coy smile. "You can have me, Jack. I mean, Buck-"

"Who the heck is Jack-"

"I just mixed up your name," You swear between laughs, cupping his face in your hands.

"With whose?" He asks as his brows furrow together.

"Yours!" You exclaim. "James and Bucky. It's too early; my brain isn't fully cooperating with my mouth just yet."

His face relaxes as he sighs, glancing down at your lips. "Well, my mouth's working just fine," He mumbles, stroking your waist. "Want me to show you?"

Biting your lip, you blink up at him before shyly replying, "Yeah."

"Yeah?" Bucky coos soothingly, slowly pushing you onto your back and getting on top of you. "Want me to make you feel good? Make you cum on my tongue?"

Your legs squeeze together at his words, but he gently spreads them apart before settling between them.

"You remember your rules, don't you?" He whispers, his lips brushing against yours. "Tell me."

Letting out a shaky breath, you nod. "Keep them open."

"And?" He presses expectantly.

"And," You begin, staring up into his eyes. "Keep breathing."

"That's right," Bucky says with a look of pride as he pins your wrists to the bed. "That's my angel."

Your stomach flips at his words as you suddenly become wide awake, your body practically buzzing with excitement. Impatiently, you buck your hips, causing your crotch to rub against his boner. "Bucky, please," You whimper weakly.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," He orders lowly. "Say it, baby."

You open your mouth to speak, but your nerves get the best of you. "Buck," You whine quietly.

"I need to hear you say it," He states firmly, his eyes boring into yours.

"I- I want you to..." You trail off as your cheeks heat up, lowering your voice to a whisper. "I want you to eat me out."

His lip pulls up in a slight smirk before he kisses you deeply, releasing one of your wrists to link his fingers with yours. Slowly, he begins to trail kisses down your jaw and neck, before crawling backwards until his face is at your thighs.

Your hips press down against the mattress as you whimper with anticipation, shivering as you feel your lips on your inner thigh.

"We have another rule, angel," He informs you. "Keep your eyes on me. Got it?"

Nodding, you stare down at him with parted lips. He slips his fingers under your panties before pushing them to the side, your high sensitivity making you shudder already. You sit up slightly to make it easier for yourself to watch Bucky as he gives your clit tentative licks, his eyes on you.

The moans are quick to leave your mouth as he wraps his lips around your swollen clit and sucks on it. You thrust your hips up and he pins them down to the bed, keeping you still as his tongue works wonders.

"Oh, my God, Jamie!" You cry loudly, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling on it.

He growls into you as he lowers his tongue to your weeping entrance, before pushing it into you. You whine as he fucks you with his tongue, his nose rubbing against your clit.

With your free hand, you pull up the hem of your shirt to give yourself a better view, your heart racing as you see the dark look in his eyes. He eats you out like an starved animal, gripping the flesh of your soft thighs in his hands as his eyes remain targeted on you.

"Jamie," You whimper, feeling your stomach flip as your core tightens. "I'm gonna cum."

Those words enter his ears sounding like a challenge. Bringing his metal hand up, he trails it under your shirt where it finds your chest. He pulls down the cup of your bra before finding your nipple which he begins to toy with, pulling and twirling it between his cold thumb and pointer finger.

Your legs shake around his head as you feel yourself get closer. You throw your head back, moaning his name. Suddenly, he slaps your thigh, making you gasp and look back down at him. You broke the rule. Keeping your eyes on his, you squeeze your thighs around his head as he sucks on your clit again. He brings two of his flesh fingers to your entrance and spears them into you, curling them against your walls while you writhe and thrash on the bed.

You feel the band snap and the tension finally break as you finish, cumming all over his face. Bucky continues licking your cunt, prolonging your orgasm while you scream out his name.

"So good, Jamie," You whine, your breaths loud and heavy.

Once you're too sensitive for him to continue, he kisses your thigh, sucking on the skin. He sinks his teeth into you, unable to help himself from wanting to feel your flesh in his mouth. When your whimpers die down, he brings himself back up to you, scanning your face with a small smile.

"Buck," You breathe out, grabbing him by the shoulders. "Where did you learn how to do that?"

Chuckling, he leans down to give you a quick kiss before pulling back with a cocky grin. "Comics."

You snort at that, before hugging him close against your chest. "I've decided the currency I want my payment in."

"Yeah?" He mumbles against your neck.

"That," You elaborate, stroking his hair.

He grins widely, kissing your neck softly. "I am absolutely more than able and willing to pay you with head, angel," He tells you with a mumble.

"Perfect," You sigh with content. "You're perfect."

Once you've showered and changed, Bucky goes to shower, leaving you to your own devices. Desperately thirsty, you make your way to the kitchen, really hoping that you're not about to bump into-

"Hello, there."

Wincing, you turn to the couch where he's sitting and give him a small smile. "Morning, Steve," You reply politely before continuing to the kitchen area.

"Fancy seeing you here," He teases, getting up and following you before sitting at the breakfast bar.

"Uh, do you have any orange juice?" You ask casually, opening the fridge.

"Should be some there," He replies, unable to hold back his grin as he stares at you. "Fun night?"

"I'm not doing this with you," You mutter, locating the juice carton before pulling it out. "Cups?"

"Cupboard behind you," Steve says before leaning forward. "I didn't think you'd be sleeping over."

"You also didn't realize I've been in your apartment every evening for the past week, so you aren't exactly the most intuitive guy," You comment, holding back your smirk as you take a glass out of the cupboard.

Taken aback, he lets out a soft scoff. "Why didn’t you tell me?"

"Because," You begin, twisting open the lid of the carton. "You and I aren't friends like that."

"Then, why didn't he tell me?" Steve asks with furrowed brows.

"I don't know," You shrug, pouring some juice into your glass. "I haven't even told Sam yet."

"Oh, you should definitely tell him soon," He says with wide eyes. "He'll be pissed if he hears it from me."

Narrowing your eyes, you rest your hands on the counter. "So, just don't tell him."

"I can't control what my mouth does," He claims, holding his hands up in surrender. "It has a mind of its own."

You snort before mumbling, "Yeah, so does Bucky's."

"Don't say that!" He groans, grimacing before his face slowly drops and his voice lowers. "Bucky's a good guy, Y/N."

Taken aback by his sudden serious tone, you raise a brow. "Huh?"

"He's kind-hearted, and a big softie," He goes on to say. "He deserves to be treated well."

"Are you kidding?" You ask with surprise. "Are you really giving me the talk right now?"

"Bucky is like... my cub," Steve says, ignoring the look of bewilderment on your face. "Think of me as his mother bear. If you ever, ever hurt my little baby cub, in any way, shape, or form, I will end you."

With wide eyes, you nod. "Right. Well, if it puts your mind at ease, I have no plans of hurting him," You assure him.

"Mhm," He hums, not entirely convinced as he looks you up and down. "He isn't very... experienced, so don't rush him into anything. Alright?"

That takes you by surprise. "Are you sure?" You ask with a smirk. "He seems pretty experienced to me."

"Well, he isn't," Steve reiterates. "So, take things at his pace."

The sound of a door steals your attention before Bucky comes into view, giving you a smile when he sees you.

Steve wraps his arm around Bucky's shoulder and pulls him closer. "Good morning, cub," He greets him sweetly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Don't you look cute today?"

"Uh..." Bucky trails off as his cheeks flush pink.

"I love you, Buck. Always remember that," Steve tells him before giving you a pointed look.

"Why are you being weird?" Bucky mutters, moving out of Steve's embrace and instead walking around the counter to you.

You lean up and give him a quick peck on the lips, making his stomach flip with nerves. You're people that kiss casually now? Oh, he could die a happy man right now. He hardly knows what to do with himself as he stands next to you, his fingers twitching. He wants to touch you, to hold you, but his muscles feel frozen in place.

"You okay?" You ask him with a frown, squeezing his hand before linking your fingers together.

The action is enough to soothe him, making him relax as he nods. "I'm great," He replies with a whisper.

"Alright, who wants toast?" Steve asks as he makes his way over to the fridge.

"You want some?" Bucky asks you with an expectant look.

"Sure," You reply with a grin.

"Finally, we can use all six of the toaster slots!" Steve exclaims giddily as he grabs the bread out of the fridge.

"Why does your toaster have six slots?" You question them with a frown, glancing over at where it sits on the back counter.

Steve shrugs, "It came with the place."

While he gets to making the toast, you sit on one of the stools and smile up at Bucky, still feeling the same butterflies you felt at the start. Flashbacks of his head between your legs attack your mind, and you find yourself having to look away from him to recover.

"Sam called me just now," Bucky informs you, a hint of a smile on his lips. "Didn't say much. Just that he'd rip off all three of my other limbs if I ever hurt you."

Your jaw drops at his revelation. "He said that?" You ask with shock, before frowning. "How does Sam even know?"

Steve gives you an awkward look as he rubs the back of his neck. "I told you; I can't control my mouth!" He exclaims.

You sigh, knowing Sam's gonna bite your head off for not telling him. "Idiot."

Once the toast is buttered and placed on the counter, the three of you sit down and begin to eat. It isn't how you expected your first morning with Bucky to go, but it admittedly isn't so bad.

"So, you guys got any plans for today?" Steve asks from his seat opposite you both. "Up to anything fun?"

You and Bucky share a look before you shrug. "Uh, not yet," You answer him. "What about you?"

"Well, I have a class at 12," Steve tells you, before gasping. "And so do you, Buck! Guess you do have plans."

"Actually, I don't think I'm gonna go to that," Bucky says, resting his hand on your leg.

"What?" Steve asks with a frown. "But you have to. It's important."

Chuckling, Bucky raises a brow. "It's one class, Steve, and it's Professor Grey. They'll just spend the whole time discussing how their week was, as usual."

"So, you're free to hang out?" You ask him with an expectant look.

"Stop being a bad influence," Steve warns you with narrow eyes. "He has work to do."

"Since when do you care about studying?" Bucky asks him with a suspicious look.

"Since the alternative is hanging out with me," You explain dryly. "Steve's jealous."

"I am not!" Steve gasps.

"You so are," You retort teasingly. "You're jealous I'm stealing away your little baby cub."

"His what?" Bucky asks, utterly confused.

"I'm not jealous at all. In fact, I'm so not jealous, that I'll plan your day together for you!" Steve claims wildly. "Yeah; the weather's gorgeous so you'll go on a nice picnic at that park a few blocks away, then you'll take a walk along the lake and get some ice-cream from that man with the ice-cream cart, and then you'll go to that arcade next to the big McDonald's because you're both nerds."

A short silence falls between the three of you and you slowly turn to Bucky. "That actually sounds pretty fun."

"Yeah, I'm down if you are," He replies, his heart racing at the prospect of spending the whole day alone with you.

"Great!" Steve chirps before stuffing the rest of his toast in his mouth. "That's great," He muffles.

"Great," You repeat, smiling at Bucky. "Can't wait."

part five >

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relax • three

18+

hanging out at bucky's place has become a regular occurrence, and things between you are heating up.

content warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, sexual tension, kissing, smut.

part one | part two

After you win the third game in a row, you put down the controller and glare at Bucky suspiciously. "I swear to God, Barnes; you better not be letting me win."

"I'm not! You're just that good." He swears, holding his hands up in surrender. And he's telling the truth - which only makes him more attracted to you.

"Alright, that's enough Mortal Kombat for one night," You say with a sigh. "I'm done asserting my dominance."

Snorting, Bucky turns off the game before raising a brow. "Do you, uh, wanna watch something?"

You've been hanging out at his place every evening for a week straight, and you know exactly what watch something means: he'll put on some film neither of you are remotely interested in and you'll make out with each other the whole way through.

Biting back your giddy smile, you nod. "Sure, Buck."

While you get comfortable on his bed, he turns on Netflix and sticks on the first film he sees, not even bothering to pretend that he cares at all what it is. You budge closer to him, resting your knees against his legs. He wraps an arm around you and takes your hand in his free one, linking your fingers together. You still feel just as many butterflies in your stomach as you did the first time he held your hand.

"Hey," He whispers, stealing your attention. Looking down at you, he glances at your lips. "C'mere."

You lean up at his command and your lips meet his in a gentle kiss. One thing you've been loving is his growing confidence around you. A week ago, he'd wait until you gave the cue to kiss you, but now he's much more open with what he wants.

The sound of the film drowns out as you melt into his embrace, tongues invading each other's mouths. He pulls your body closer to his, cupping your cheek in his big hand as he deepens the kiss.

Your fingers trail down his t-shirt and you can feel the texture of the printed image as you move further down. When you get to the hem of his sweatpants, you pull away from the kiss and meet his eyes. "Is this okay?" You ask as your fingers teasingly slip underneath the fabric.

He lets out a shaky breath and nods. "Y- yeah."

You reattach your lips to his while lowering your hand to his boxers, making his heart race. Stroking your fingers over his bulge, you feel him harden, making your stomach flip. Until now, you've done nothing more than make out with him, but you're ready to take it further.

When you pull out his cock, wrap your hand around the base of it, and look up into his eyes, Bucky swears the world stops.

"Fuck, Bucky, you're so big," You whisper with a bewildered look.

He lets out a choked squeak, his chest heaving. You slowly lean forward, never once breaking eye contact with him as you let out a string of spit onto his swollen tip. Bucky whimpers at your action, breathing heavily. Deciding not to make him wait any longer, you slowly drag your palm up his length, making him let out a deliciously loud groan.

"Oh, shit," He whispers, throwing his head back.

You begin to pump up and down, building up a rhythm as his thick shaft throbs against your soft skin. So fucking soft.

"Oh, my God," He cries weakly as you speed up your movements. Running one of his hands through your hair, he takes a hold of your head before pulling you in for a heated kiss.

His tongue plunges into your mouth with a new urgency you haven't yet felt from him, making your legs squeeze together. You continue to rub him up and down, loving the noises he pours into your mouth.

"Just like that," He mumbles, stroking your hair.

"How does it feel?" You whisper teasingly into his ear before kissing his neck.

"It- it feels good," Bucky responds breathlessly. "So fucking good."

You suck on his neck and sink your teeth into his skin, determined to mark him. He lets out groans as you twist your hand around his cock, making him shudder. Once you're happy with the loud and proud hickey you've given him, you press a soothing kiss to the bruised skin before pulling away.

Tilting your head up, you meet his eyes and he falls forward, resting his forehead against yours. His hot breath hits your skin, paired with his low moans.

"Baby," He begins with a gravelley voice, the low timbre sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't stop."

You have no plan to do so, continuing to stroke him up and down while he kisses you like it's his last chance. But, as it turns out, it isn't all your choice whether you stop or not - as, suddenly, there's a knock at the door, accompanied by a muffled voice of insistence.

"Buck!" Steve yells through the door before the handle shakes. "Open up!"

Bucky's eyes widen as he lets out a breath. You stop your movements, but keep your hand around his cock.

"What do you want?" He calls back to Steve, the frustration clear on his face.

"Open the door!" Steve demands. "It's urgent; I need you!"

With a clenched jaw, Bucky huffs before looking down at you and sighing. "I'm sorry, I-"

"It's okay," You cut him off with a whisper, gently putting his dick back into his pants again. "Go."

Begrudgingly, he gets up and makes his way to the door before unlocking it and opening it a sliver. "What do you want, guy?" He asks with a frown.

"Woah," Steve says as he immediately glances down to Bucky's crotch. "Got a gun in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?"

Covering his boner with his hands, Bucky glares at him. "What do you want?" He hisses.

"Why was your door locked? Were you watching porn?" Steve questions him, before shaking his head. "Anyway, open this for me." He holds out a jar of pasta sauce to him with an innocent smile.

"Are you serious?" Bucky asks him with irritation. "That's what was so urgent?"

"I like when you use your metal hand to open stuff; it's cool," Steve explains, before his eyes flicker down to the brunet's neck. "Is that a fucking hickey?"

Glancing down, Bucky stutters, "Of- of course not, dude. I... hit my controller on my neck."

Looking closer with narrow eyes, Steve smirks. "I know the start of a hickey when I see one, you dirty dog. Who was it? Marnie?"

"Fuck off," He mumbles, snatching the jar from him before twisting off the lid - with his flesh hand.

"That's no fun!" Steve complains, taking it back with a pout.

"Is that all?" Bucky asks, unamused.

Steve glances behind him before pushing the door further open, much to Bucky's dismay. When Steve sees you sitting on the bed with a sheepish smile on your face, he's taken aback.

"Hi, Steve," You greet him, giving him a bashful wave.

"Hey, Y/N," He says, utterly baffled. "You guys... hanging out?"

Bucky's cheeks flush pink as he looks away, unable to look at either of you.

"Mhm," You confirm with a nod.

"Nice. Very nice," Steve comments with a small grin before patting Bucky on the shoulder. "Well, don't let me intrude. Have fun, you crazy kids."

"See ya, pal," Bucky says through gritted teeth.

"See you later," You add, holding in your laughs.

Backing up to the door, Steve gives you both a pointed look. "Remember to always stay safe, James-"

"Goodbye, Steve," Bucky cuts him off curtly while pushing him out, locking the door after slamming it shut.

"James?" You ask him with a raised brow.

"My- that's my first name," He informs you, still trying to socially reecover from what just happened.

"Well," You begin with a coy smile as Bucky slowly turns back to you. "I think that was the Rogers seal of approval."

Mortified, he begins to walk back over to the bed. "I am so sorry about that-"

"Don't be silly," You assure him, patting his spot next to you. "It was funny. I'm only surprised it took him this long to find out."

"So, you're... you're okay with him knowing?" Bucky asks you as he kneels onto the bed. "I can tell him to keep his mouth shut."

You frown at his words. "What do you mean, Buck?"

"If... you don't want anyone to know," He explains, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "Steve won't tell anyone."

Reaching out to him, you give him a stern look. "Get back over here, right now."

He does as you say, crawling over to you before sitting next to you again. You cup his cheeks in your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"I like you a lot, James," You admit with a smile. "And I want nothing more than for everyone to know that."

"Yeah?" He mumbles, feeling his heart thud in his chest.

"Yeah," You confirm. "Because I want you to myself. Don't want anyone thinking they have a chance of getting with you. Especially not whoever Marnie is."

He snorts at that, shaking his head. "She- I swear, she's nobody," He confirms, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. "And, by the way, I like you, too."

"Good," You quip, before snuggling closer to him and placing your hand on his thigh. "Now, where were we?"

"Hold on," He says, stopping your hand from moving further up, he leans closer to you and lowers his voice. "I wanna touch you. Is that okay?"

Feeling your stomach flip, you nod. "Of course it is, James," You say, staring up at him.

"I love when you say my name," He admits with a dark tone before swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

"Yeah?" You mumble, feeling your mind swirl with nerves and excitement.

"I wanna make you say it again," Bucky utters, looking at you in a way he's never looked at you before. A way that makes you feel like all that matters to him is you.

Slowly, you spread your legs apart and hike up your skirt. He clenches his jaw as he strokes your soft inner thigh, gradually making his way to your heat.

"Lay down," Bucky whispers. You do as he says, lowering down until your head is on the pillow. He leans down to kiss you gently while rolling your skirt further up. The tension between you feels tight, like even the sound of a penny dropping could break it.

"Buck," You whine as your breaths become shallow and quick.

"I know, baby, just breathe," He orders lowly, surprising you with how cool and calm he is. "Just breathe for me, okay?"

God, he's so fucking hot.

When you feel his fingers brush against your panties, you clamp your legs shut around his hand with a gasp.

He smirks a little, raising a brow. "You okay?"

"Yes," You squeak.

Placing his other hand on your knee, he spreads your legs apart again. "Keep them open," Bucky says. "Can you do that for me, baby?"

Not expecting him to be so dominant or collected, you nod. "Anything," You whisper, meaning it with every bit of your soul. "Anything for you."

That widens his smirk and he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Good girl", He praises you before gently slipping his thumbs under the side of your panties and pulling them down. You hold your breath as he takes them off you as your body tenses up with anticipation.

Bucky cups your chin in his hand as he settles between your legs, raising a brow. "Did I tell you to stop breathing?"

Your eyes widen. "I-"

"Breathe," He cuts you off bluntly.

"O- okay," You reply, reduced to a flustered mess as he brings his hand back to your heat. Your cunt is soaking wet by the time his fingers stroke your folds, and you grab his wrists suddenly. "Use your other hand."

He looks surprised at your request. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," You confirm firmly.

He continues stroking your moist pussy, before lowering them down to your entrance.

"The other hand, James," You press with desperation.

Chuckling, he kisses you softly. "I need to go slow at first; open you up," He explains. "Or else it'll hurt."

Looking up at him, you bite down on your lip. "I don't care."

He swallows thickly before complying with your wish. Bringing his metal hand down to your legs, he lets his fingertips find your clit. The cold feeling makes you shiver, before your body convulses as he starts to rub circles onto it.

A moan leaves your mouth as you arch your back, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He kisses you deeply while your entire body feels electrified with delight.

He lowers his fingers, bringing them to your entrance as he pulls away from the kiss. Looking into your eyes, he carefully slides one of his fingers inside you, making you gasp.

"You okay?" He asks, concern in his eyes.

"Yes," You assure him. "Keep- keep going."

Bit by bit, he pushes further into you, making sure to scan your face to make sure he isn't hurting you too badly. Delicately, he pulls it out before sliding it back into you again.

"Oh, yes," You whimper. "More, Bucky."

"More?" He asks, resting his forehead against yours.

"More, please," You whine, bucking your hips up. "I need more."

Clenching his jaw, Bucky takes in a deep breath before pushing a second finger into you, making you wince at the invasion. Your soaking wet pussy welcomes him in, stretching around his hard digits.

"James, yes," You cry out loudly as he speeds up his fingers. "Oh, Jamie."

He curls his fingers inside you, pulling a string of melodious moans from your mouth. "So pretty," He mumbles lowly. "Sound so pretty when you say my name like that."

"Oh, please," You whine, cupping his face in your hands. "Faster, Jamie."

"Whatever my baby wants," He replies with a sly grin, providing you with exactly what you want. He speeds up his fingers, groaning as he feels your juices splash out against him.

Your core tightens as your eyes roll back and your lips part, making Bucky bite his lip. God, you look so fucking sexy.

"Faster, Jamie!"

And you sound even sexier.

"Yes, ma'am," He replies smoothly, pumping his fingers in and out of your tightening cunt faster. With a dark look in his eye, he utters, "Rub your clit."

You're taken aback by his command, and you have to wonder whether you're hearing things.

"Rub your clit for me, baby," He repeats firmly.

Letting out a whimper, you move your hand to between your legs before spreading apart your folds and placing two fingers on your clit. At his demand, you begin to rub it in quick circles, moaning at the sensation. He watches you with a dark hunger, like a predator watching his prey.

As your legs shake, you blink up at him. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yeah?" Bucky asks, letting out a soft laugh. He gently takes your hand in his free one before pulling it away from your clit and replacing your fingers with his. He rubs rapid circles onto it, making you shudder. "Cum for me, baby. Cum."

Within seconds, you let go and fall apart as your orgasm hits you, hard. You cry out his name loudly, and you both know Steve can hear you, but neither of you care.

"Just like that," Bucky whispers as he fingers you through your high. "That's my good girl."

With a heaving chest, you let out low whines, coming back down to earth. "Oh, shit," You whimper weakly, before looking at him with shock. You weren't at all expecting him to be so dominant in bed due to his usual polite nature, but you definitely aren't mad at it. "Bucky, where did that come from?"

He chuckles, before moving to lay down next to you. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Fuck, yeah," You reply pointedly.

Turning to face you, he whispers, "Then don't question it."

More attracted to him than you thought possible, you sit up and move all your hair back. Silently, you crawl lower down the bed until you're eye-level with his crotch.

Biting his lip when you pull down his sweatpants, Bucky places his hand on your shoulder. "You- you don't have to-"

"Shh," You whisper coyly, taking out his cock which is harder than ever. "You took care of me. Now, let me take care of you."

With parted lips, he watches you wrap your mouth around his dick, a moan immediately leaving his mouth. "Oh, God," He utters, running one of his hands through your hair but being careful not to push your head down any further.

You take as much of him into your mouth as you can without choking, keeping your eyes on him while you suck him. The contorted look of pleasure on his face pushes you to make him feel even better, motivating you to try and take his full length.

He sucks in a sharp breath as you move lower down his cock, cupping your cheek with his free hand. "Don't- you're gonna choke," He whispers breathlessly, not wanting you to be in any discomfort for him.

You place your hand on top of his and squeeze it as though to let him know it's okay as you deepthroat him, gagging on the tip of his cock. He lets out a loud groan as you suck him off, furrowing his brows.

"That feels fuckin' incredible," He cries, using all of his willpower not to buck his hips up. "Oh, fuck."

When you bring up a hand to play with his balls, Bucky's heart skips a beat. Are you trying to kill him? Or is he already dead and in heaven? That has to be it. Because you're a fucking angel.

"I'm gonna cum," He warns you, stroking your cheeks as you bob your head up and down. "You don't have to swallow-"

Pulling your mouth off his cock, you glare at him. "If you don't cum down my throat, Jamie, I'll fucking kill you," You tell him before taking him back into your mouth.

With no other choice, he lets you continue, grinning madly as he feels his pleasure building up. "I'm close," He says, shuddering. "Fuck, angel, I'm so close."

You let out a moan around his thick cock, and the vibrations are enough to send him over the edge. With a loud grunt, his seed shoots out and fills your mouth. You swallow every drop, keeping your eyes on his as you continue sucking him through his orgasm.

His body convulses as he groans, giving you everything he has before his body relaxes with exhaustion. He can barely see or hear as he floats between consciousness and sleep while you pull his pants back up and crawl up to him.

Smiling down at him, you place a soft kiss on his forehead. "Tired?"

"Very," He mumbles, barely even able to fully open his eyes. "I'm sorry, I-"

"It's okay, Jamie, go to sleep," You coo, stroking his hair soothingly. "Text me when you wake up."

Before you can get off the bed, he grabs your hand. "Stay," Bucky requests, lifting your arm and resting his head on your chest.

"Are you sure?" You ask him with a little nervousness. You're never spent the night before, and you don't want him to wake up and regret what he said in the bask of his afterglow.

"Of course I'm sure," He says, holding your hand tightly. "Stay, angel."

Angel. The nickname makes your cheeks heat up as you smile to yourself. "Okay. Well, give me your shirt, then. This top is uncomfortable."

Groggily, he does as you ask, sitting up to pull off his shirt and hand it to you. He makes sure to look away as you remove your top and skirt before putting on his shirt and lying back down. You pull the duvet up to get under it and can't help but steal a look at his chest, before frowning.

"Aren't you gonna get hot in those?" You ask him, referring to his sweatpants.

He glances down at them before rubbing the back of his neck. "I should change-"

"You can take them off, if you're used to sleeping in your boxers," You tell him with a smile. "Whatever you're comfortable with."

"Are you sure?" He asks you.

"Yes, Buck, I'm sure," You assure him, laughing softly.

With pink cheeks, he stands up to take off his sweatpants before getting back under the duvet and lying on his back. You wait expectantly for him to pull you closer, but he doesn't.

"Bucky?" You begin with a raised brow.

"Yeah?" He whispers back to you.

"Do... do you wanna cuddle?" You ask him.

He turns his head to you. "Is- do you want to?"

"Yes, please," You answer him with a small smile. "Unless, you don't want to."

"I do," He says quickly. "I do."

"Then, what are you waiting for?" You question him slyly.

Without wasting another second, he turns his body on its side to face you while you turn away from him. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you back against his chest, embracing you with his warmth.

"Today was nice," You mumble as your eyes flutter shut.

"It was," Bucky replies before placing a soft kiss to your shoulder.

"You're a dark horse," You comment coyly, making him chuckle.

"Shut up, angel," He mutters.

"Where'd that come from?" You ask curiously. "Angel."

"I don't know," He tells you truthfully. "Just... you are one."

"I am?"

"You are."

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relax • two

18+

you've had a long day, so bucky takes you out.

warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, soft!bucky, angst, kissies.

part one

Bucky spots you across the library long before you notice him there. He watches you while you print, wishing that he was the type of guy who could simply rock up next to you and say something cool.

'Hey, beautiful. How you doing?'

As if. Instead, he stays at his table, flicking through the textbook in front of him with his eyes firmly glued to you. He likes your outfit. It's intimidating, how stylish you are, and seeing you interact with multiple people only makes him recoil into himself more.

He doubts you even remember much of the party last weekend. Well, you likely remember the fun parts. The two hours you spent playing games with Bucky, though? Probably left your mind the second you walked out his room.

Suddenly, though, something odd happens. Your eyes land on Bucky before they light up. With a grin, you make your way over to him, putting away the printed sheets in your bag.

"Hey, baby daddy," You greet him warmly, taking his breath away with your casual tone.

Fuck, you're so cool. And you remember that night?

"Hi," He replies politely, glancing around the library to see if anyone else is seeing this, too, or if he's just hallucinating.

"Studying hard?" You ask, looking down at his notes.

Shrugging, he taps the highlighter against his textbook nervously. "I- I guess. Yeah. You?" Pull it together, man.

"Not really; I had an early start and now I'm feeling burnt out," You admit with a sigh. "And I haven't eaten all day, but also the idea of food is so off-putting right now."

"Oh," Bucky says simply, sitting up. "You should eat."

"I know, but nothing sounds good," You complain lightly. "Is it just me, or is food so boring these days?"

Hit with an idea and a semi-decent amount of confidence to go through with it, Bucky clears his throat. "I know this place downtown," He proposes. "They do dessert, but it also doubles as a comic book store. It's- it's pretty cool, if you're into that sort of thing."

A smile grows on your lips. "Dessert sounds perfect," You say warmly. "Let's go!"

His eyes widen slightly. "Let's? You mean, us?"

"Unless you're busy right now?" You ask with a frown.

"No, I'm not busy," Bucky assures you. "I- just give me a second to pack up and we can go."

"I'll help," You offer sweetly, leaning over the table and collecting his colored pens before placing them in his pencil case. Meanwhile, he packs away his books, his eyes flickering up to you every so often. His cheeks tinge pink when your fingers brush against his as you hand him the pencil case, a shiver running down his spine. You pick up his R2-D2 pencil sharpener and hand it to him with a soft laugh and a mumbled, "Cutie," almost making him pass out.

"Uh, shall we go?" He asks softly once he's all packed up.

"Lead the way," You reply with a grin.

It's a brief walk across campus and a few blocks to get to the comic book dessert parlor, but it's a pleasant journey nonetheless.

"And it turns out, General Saunders is the one who stole the treasure from us," Bucky reveals as he tells you how the pirate game ended. "We have to kill him, then save the mayor's daughter from Blue Beard, and the treasure is all ours again."

"I knew there was something off about Saunders," You mutter, shaking your head before smiling coyly and nudging Bucky's arm. "Did we fall in love with the mayor's daughter?"

He chuckles at your question as the two of you walk down the street. "Funny thing, actually; we got the option to either kiss her first or go straight for the treasure chest," He reveals, to which you snort.

"Please tell me you went straight for the treasure," You say between laughs.

"Of course I did!" He exclaims with a grin. "Captain Barnes is all about the money. Love can wait."

"That's a good mantra," You mumble, glancing down at your feet.

"This way," Bucky says, taking your hand and leading you to the edge of the sidewalk before looking both ways. Once it's clear, he leads you across the street.

When you get to the other side, you feel his grip on your hand start to loosen, but you instead link your fingers with his before he gets the chance to pull away. His heart skips a beat at your action, while you do your best to remain calm. This is fine, Y/N, just two friends holding hands on their way to get dessert. Nothing weird about this at all.

You continue walking hand in hand for the remainder of the journey, in a blissful silence. The sun beams down on you, the breeze wafts over your skin, and you feel safe in his presence.

"Here we are," Bucky announces as you reach a busy street of stores and restaurants. As promised, there stands Cookies N' Comics.

"It looks so cute!" You gush as you spot a glimpse of the inside. Hurriedly, you rush in, pulling Bucky behind you.

The interior is fantastic, the walls covered from top to bottom in comic book strips. Cardboard cutouts of superheros and villains are spread around the place, along with figurines as the centerpieces on the tables.

"This is insane," You say with wide eyes, looking around. The sweet smell of waffles and cookie dough only adds to your delight, as a server approaches you.

"Good afternoon, guys," She greets you with a smile. "Table for two?"

"Yes, please," Bucky answers her. "And could we get an upstairs booth?" He isn't one to demand special treatment at all, but he wants to make sure you get the best experience you can.

You immediately understand why he requested to be seated on the first floor once you see it. There's a library of physical comic books along the back wall, along with a few arcade machines.

Sensing your slight overwhelm, Bucky squeezes your hand for a second and takes you over to a table in the corner. You sit down, pulling on his hand when he tries to sit opposite you.

"Sit next to me," You invite him with a slightly pleading tone, wanting him close.

He has no choice but to do as you ask, feeling his cheeks heat up at your close proximity. Be still, my beating heart.

"Do you come here a lot?" You ask him, looking around. It isn't very busy, with a handful of other customers.

"I've only been here a couple of times," He tells you, before laughing. "Steve bought me 3% stock in this place for my birthday."

"Of course he did," You say, shaking your head with a grin before lowering your voice. "I have a very important question, Buck, and I need you to be serious."

Leaning forward with a glint of fear and concern in his eyes, he nods. "Yeah. Shoot."

You place your hands on the table. "Batman or Superman?"

Relief hits him as he relaxes, sitting back and chuckling. "Oh. Uh, you probably won't like my answer."

"How bad could it be?" You wonder with a laugh.

He winces before answering, "Superman."

"Oh, God," You say dramatically, before shaking your head. "I already knew that."

"You did?" He asks, taken aback. "How?"

"Last Halloween, you dressed as Clark Kent," You recall with a warm smile.

"You remember that?" He questions, utterly shocked. "Why?"

"Because," You begin with a sheepish smile. "I remember thinking you looked cute."

He snorts, shaking his head. As if. "And, uh, what were you dressed as?" He asks, swiftly putting the spotlight back onto you.

"Ouch," You say with a pout. "You don't remember?"

Narrowing his eyes, Bucky scours his mind. The fact that he was forced to attend Sam's Halloween party was rectified with a lot of alcohol, which is how he gets through every party he's forced to attend. That also means he promptly forgets every detail come morning.

With a bruised ego, you decide to change the subject and avert your attention to the menu. A waitress comes up to take your order, and soon, you're eating the best brownie sundae you've ever had.

"So, is Superman your all time favorite comic?" You question Bucky curiously.

"No, actually," He admits with a shy smile as he spoons into his cookie dough. "My favorite's always been Xena."

"The warrior princess?" You clarify before grinning. "A man of taste, I see. I'll be sure to dress as her next Halloween; maybe that'll get your attention."

Your wording puts him on edge. You've been trying to get his attention?

"Buck?" You ask once he's ignored you three times. "Everything okay?"

"Uh, yeah, fine," He assures you. "Just... the thought of you dressed as Xena had me short-circuiting."

What the fuck? Did he really just say that out loud?

"Bucky Barnes, are you flirting with me?" You gasp playfully, unable to hide your grin.

Blinking a few times, Bucky lets out a quick breath. "Uh..."

Laughing melodically, you shake your head while licking ice-cream off the back of your spoon. "You are too cute, Bucky," You tell him.

His cheeks flush pink as he looks down at his plate, feeling his heart race. "Shut up," He mumbles, biting back his smile.

"Make me," You shoot back slyly.

Lifting his head up, he sits back and asks, "What's the square root of twenty-four thousand, six-hundred and forty-nine?"

Baffled, you frown, tilting your head. After a few moments, you let out a scoff. "What?"

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Got you to shut up."

You roll your eyes, "You're stupid."

He leans forward and whispers, "It's one-hundred and fifty-seven."

"Still stupid," You whisper back immaturely. "Fuckin' nerd."

Bucky laughs heartily at that, the sound making you heart soar. You didn't think laughter could sound so pretty.

The two of you continue eating and chatting, and you feel all your academic stress melt away as he distracts you with his favorite villain origin stories.

"And then there's Bane; raised in a prison where he had to fight every single day," He tells you, incredible at storytelling. Or maybe you just like him. "He got experimented on, and they injected him with this chemical that turned him into a super soldier. Can you imagine that?"

"Bane's my favorite Batman villain," You tell him eagerly.

Placing his hand on top of yours, Bucky leans closer before uttering, "Mine, too."

Feeling slightly tense under his gaze, you swallow thickly. His hand on yours makes your heart race, and you do your best to keep calm. "Can I ask you something?" You inquire shyly.

"Of course," Bucky replies instantly.

"You're into Star Wars, right?" You ask him.

He smirks, "I mean, you saw my R2-D2 pencil sharpener."

Laughing softly, you nod. "So... can I ask you a favor?"

Without hesitation, he answers, "Anything."

"You know how Steve's throwing that costume party for his birthday next month?" You begin, feeling nervous.

Bucky raises a brow. "Where's this going?"

Deciding to get the question out without overthinking or worrying, you let it out. "Do you wanna go together?"

He wasn't expecting that. "Uh.. you wanna go to the party... with me?"

"Yeah, uh, you can go as Anakin Skywalker, since you already have the arm for it," You say with a nervous laugh. "And then I can be Padme."

"I see," He says with narrow eyes. "You're just using me as a prop for your costume."

Relaxing, you nod. "Yep."

Doing his best to seem casual, he shrugs. "Sure. It'll be fun."

"Really?" You ask, the excitement clear on your features.

"Why not?" Bucky asks with nonchalance. "I didnt have any other ideas." He had many ideas, but he'll put them all on hold for you.

"Great," You mumble, nudging his arm just because you want to touch him. Looking around at the comics strewn around the tables, you grin. "My favorite has always been Zatanna. I love her - have you read any of her comics?"

With a slightly distant stare at your face, Bucky nods. "Mhm."

"She's amazing in Justice League Dark," You go on to gush. "What's your favorite Zatanna comic? Do you have one?"

"Mhm," He repeats, lost in the shine of your eyes.

"Bucky?" You ask with a frown. "Did you hear me?"

"Sorry, I just... " He trails off sheepishly. "I'm thinking about something else."

Sightly offended, you raise a brow. "What are you thinking about?"

He leans in closer, and the tension between you tightens. Immediately, you know what's about to happen, and your heart races at the very thought of it.

"This," Bucky whispers before closing the gap between your lips with a soft kiss. You're quick to reciprocate it, parting your lips and allowing his tongue to stroke against yours. The kiss itself is gentle and slow, paired with his hand on your leg. He strokes your knee, making you shiver at his touch.

After a few moments, you pull away from the kiss but stay close to his face, smiling up at him. "I thought Captain Barnes was the type of guy who skipped the kiss and went straight for the treasure," You mumble teasingly.

He smirks back at you. "You're much prettier than the mayor's daughter," He admits, wondering where the fuck the burst of confidence came from.

You lean forward and kiss him again, this time taking his metal hand in yours and linking your fingers. His free hand comes up to cup the back of your neck, keeping your head in place as he deepens the kiss. Slowly, you lead his metal hand to your hip where you place it, allowing it to lower to your ass. He then pulls away to give you a few shorter kisses, each one making your stomach flutter.

Looking into your eyes, his own light up. "Bunny."

Taken aback, you laugh. "What?"

"Last Halloween," He clarifies. "You were dressed as a Playboy bunny."

You're pleasantly surprised by his accurate recollection as you nod. "Well done, Buck. How did you remember?"

His cheeks flush pink as he looks down, shaking his head. "Just... just remembered."

"Do you really expect me to believe that nothing significant reminded you?" You ask him incredulously.

Biting down on his lip, he hides his grin. "Your tail," He finally lets out. "I remember the fluffy bunny tail."

Smirking, you glance down at his metal hand which is still firmly cupping your ass. "Nice," You comment, patting his chest. "Great recollection, Buck."

He laughs, resting his arm on the back of the seat. You lean your head back, and he places his hand on your head where he rubs your scalp. A shiver runs down your spine as you budge closer to him, letting out a sigh of content.

"Thanks for bringing me here, Bucky," You say warmly, linking your fingers with his metal ones. "I really needed a break from studying."

"Happy to help," He replies genuinely, stroking your hair. "Whenever you need a break, you know who to call."

His words make you sit up suddenly. "That reminds me - I don't have your number," You inform him.

"No, you do not," He says with a small smile.

"Why is that?" You ask while pulling out your phone and handing it to him.

Typing in his number, he shrugs bashfully. "I don't know. You never needed it."

"Well, now I do," You tell him with a grin as you take back your phone. When you see that he's saved his contact under 'BJ's Dad', you can't help but laugh. "That's all you are to me?"

"As co-parents, we have to remind ourselves of what's most important," He says teasingly, nudging your arm. "Our son comes before our personal relationship, as much as I know you wanna save my number as Steve's Hot Friend."

Smiling coyly, you squeeze his arm. "Now, you're my hot friend."

A nervous laugh leaves his mouth as his cheeks turn red and he loses the ability to look at you. You love how shy you can make him, finding it utterly adorable.

Checking the time on your phone, you deflate slightly. "Ah, we should probably head back. I have a class in twenty minutes," You inform him regretfully.

"Of course," Bucky says with a nod, standing up before holding his hand out to you. "Let's go."

He takes you downstairs and to the counter at the front, where someone is waiting at the cash machine. You start to pull out your purse, but Bucky gently places his hand on your arm.

"Don't worry about it; I got it," He assures you while taking out his wallet.

"Oh, you shouldn't," You say, stepping forward. "We can split it."

The worker at the counter smirks at you, tilting her head. "Let him pay for the date, miss," She interjects with a wink.

Date? You and Bucky share a quick look before immediately looking away again, both of you taken by surprise. Was this a date? Well, you did kiss. Does that make it a date?

Giving in, you step back. Bucky gives you a victorious grin as approaches the counter, wallet in hand. Meanwhile, you're distracted by a life-size figure of Shazam!, and you trail over to look at it closely.

"Would you like to buy any comics, today?" The worker asks Bucky.

He glances back at where you're exploring the other life-size figures and smiles before turning back to the worker. "Yeah, can I get one of every Zatanna comic you have?

She looks surprised at his request, but nods. "Absolutely, Sir, let me just take a look in the back and see what we have for ya," She replies before going to the storeroom behind her. A few minutes later, she returns with a pile of around eight comic books, which she's placed into a small box for him. She rings it up and adds the price of the food, before giving him a smile. "That'll be $62.59 today, Sir."

Once Bucky's paid, the two of you make your way outside. He timidly takes your hand in his free one, unable to look at you when he does so. His heart pounds when your fingers link with his, and the two of you begin to walk back to campus.

You glance down over at the box he's holding in his metal hand and raise a brow. "What's in the box?" You ask him curiously.

Casually, Bucky shrugs. "Just a coupla comics," He tells you, biting back his stupidly wide grin.

part three >

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18+

when everything gets too much, you can rely on bucky to calm you down.

content warning: nerd!frat!bucky x reader, fluff, mention of panic attacks/anxiety, brief mention of masturbation, soft!bucky is timid and cute and if anyone hurts him i will kill them, subtle implication of m*necraft.

You burst into the bedroom, leaving behind the booming party and instead entering Bucky's peaceful safe haven. He looks over his shoulder from where he's sitting, pulling down his headset with a frown.

"Y/N?" He's confused to see you, assuming you'd be partying with his roommates and the rest of campus.

"Hi," You breathe out, closing the door and leaning back against it. "I'm sorry, but is it okay if I just chill in here with you for a bit?"

"Uh, sure," Bucky answers, still taken aback. He keeps his eyes on you as you trek over to sit on the chair next to him. "Do- do you wanna play?"

"No, that's okay. I just wanna watch," You reply with a small smile.

He hesitantly returns to his game, side-eyeing you every few seconds with slight bewilderment. The sound of his thumbs hitting the buttons of his controller relaxes you, giving you something to ground yourself with. You sit back, looking up at the ceiling, doing your best to take slow, long breaths.

"Are- are you having a panic attack?" Bucky asks you timidly, to which you laugh softly.

"No; just doing some deep breathing," You inform him. "I'm fine, really."

He nods slowly, turning back to his game. Slowly, you sit up and budge closer before resting your head on his arm.

"Is this okay?" You ask him lowly.

"Y- yeah, of course," He replies genuinely, feeling his heart flutter. After a few moments, he lifts up his arm and mumbles, "Here," before instead wrapping it around your shoulder, allowing you to move closer to him and rest your head against his chest. The action makes his stomach flip, and he wonders where he plucked up the courage to do it.

"What do you have to do?" You ask him with a mumble.

It takes him a few seconds to realize you're talking about the game. "Uh, I'm playing this pirate, outlaw guy, and I'm tracking down my stolen booty," He informs you. "The game kinda sucks, but now I've started it, so I have to complete it. The graphics aren't bad though, and most of the side missions are fun."

You watch on with keen interest as he plays, smiling when you catch a glimpse at the character. "Did you customize him?"

Bucky snorts. "Yeah, take a look," He says before turning the camera to show you his character - and the resemblance is uncanny.

"Oh, my God, he looks exactly like you!" You exclaim between laughs. "But, not as handsome."

His cheeks tinge pink and he's glad his room is dark. "Well, video game technology hasn't yet advanced enough to be able to recreate such beauty," He says sarcastically. "One day, though."

"One day," You repeat through a grin.

Bucky pulls out his headset from the controller which causes the sound of the game to play out loud. He lowers the volume, the game's background music combined with the occasional fight sounds being oddly calming to you. You look down at his hands, watching as his fingers expertly dance on the controller, his veins and tendons popping through every so often. His metal hand steals your attention, and you stare at it in awe.

"I had to retrain it when I first got it," He recounts, somehow able to tell that you were thinking about it. "Thought I'd never be able to play again, but it actually works better than my real hand, now."

"Does ink show up on the metal?" You ask him curiously. "If you draw on it?"

"Mhm," He replies absentmindedly as a particularly intense battle begins in the game.

Reaching out to the desk, you pick up a dark purple Sharpie from his pen holder and pull off the lid. Instead of drawing on his hand which would distract him from the game, you opt to draw a little further up. Bucky feels the sensation but is too engrossed to pay any real attention to it.

"Come on, you fucker," He mutters lowly, leaning forward. His arm wraps tighter around you as the fight intensifies, until you're practically forced to lay against him. You aren't complaining, though.

Once he wins the battle, he lets out a sigh of relief before relaxing. Looking down at you, he realizes what you did and leans closer to get a good look.

"Cute fish," He comments with a smile. "What's his name?"

"Uhh..." You give it a few more details, including some air bubbles. "Bucky."

"Very original," He teases you. "How'd ya come up with that one?"

"Shut it," You mumble with a laugh, pushing against his chest. "It's little Bucky Junior."

"Aw," Bucky coos, looking down at it proudly. "Look at that; he's got my eyes."

"My scales, though," You add, drawing tiny love hearts around it.

"You're his mom?" He asks with a raised brow.

"I am the one who made him," You say dramatically. "I practically birthed him!"

"Alright, alright," He says with a chuckle, looking back down at the fish. "Sorry about that, Bucky Junior; mommy can get a little testy."

"Don't turn little BJ against his mother!" You gasp, nudging him.

"BJ?" Bucky repeats incredulously. "You nicknamed our child blowjob?"

"What you choose to connote with his nickname is down to you," You state curtly, taking his metal hand off the controller to give yourself better access to it as you begin to doodle on it.

"Do you mind? My body is not your canvas," He says, though he can't hide the wide smile on his face.

"Yes, it is," You retort, glancing up at the paused game. "You didn't have to stop playing."

"Well, my strong hand is currently occupied elsewhere," He says pointedly.

Frowning, you tilt your head. "Is it true that guys use their dominant hand to jerk off?" You ask, the shots from earlier releasing you of your inhibitions.

"Uh, it depends on the guy, I guess," Bucky answers you with a shrug.

"Which one do you use?" You ask him without even realizing what you're saying.

An awkward look overtakes his face as he glances down at his metal hand which is currently being held by yours. "Uh..."

"Gross!" You cry, dropping his hand.

"I clean it!" He swears, holding his flesh hand up in surrender.

"Doesn't it hurt?" You wonder, picking it back up again and going back to doodling.

"I thought it would, but I was pleasantly surprised," Bucky says, so past the point of shock at the fact that he's discussing his masturbation habits with Steve's pretty friend that all he can do is go with it. "Doesn't hurt at all."

"That's good," You mutter, drawing a cat. "I'm glad to hear that."

"You are?" He asks you with a raised brow.

"Of course!" You claim. "Your satisfaction means a lot to me, Bucky."

"Shut it, you weirdo," He says between chuckles, nudging you with his shoulder. "How come you ditched the party?"

You let out a loud, dramatic sigh, closing the Sharpie and tossing it back onto the desk. "It just got a little... too much," You explain as best you can. "When there's so many people being so loud and excited, it just gets overwhelming."

"I completely understand that," He tells you truthfully. "Which is why I spend my night in here playing shitty video games, instead."

"Yeah, I see the appeal," You say. "Might have to join you in here more often."

"Be my guest," Bucky offers warmly. "It'd be nice for little BJ to see more of his ma, too."

"Are you calling me an absent parent?" You scoff, placing your hand on your chest.

He winces, shrugging. "Well, I definitely ain't calling you a present parent."

Shaking your head, you look up at him with a glare. "As my baby daddy, you should respect me a lot more."

His metal hand moves to rest on your hip, making you shiver. "I'm sorry," He says with a pout. "Forgive me?"

You let out a sigh. "How could I refuse the face that even video game technology couldn't replicate?"

Bucky laughs heartily at that, and his grip on your waist tightens as he pulls you closer, making your stomach flip. Why are you so nervous? It's only Bucky.

Glancing down at his hand to see your newer doodles, he snorts when he reads, 'I jerk off with this hand and it doesn't hurt,' written on his wrist and palm.

"Thank you for that," He says dryly. "That's exactly the kind of thing that'll stop people being scared of it."

You laugh at his words before your face drops and you frown. "People are scared of it?"

Bucky raises a brow. "You haven't heard anyone say that?"

"Well, my only friends are your best friends," You point out, glancing back at his bedroom door. "And something tells me they aren't scared of you."

"They're not, unfortunately," He says with a chuckle. "But, yeah. Maybe scared is giving myself too much credit, but they're definitely weirded out by it."

"Oh," You utter simply, before linking your fingers with his cold, metal ones. "Well, they're missing out on the best canvas I've ever used."

"They don't deserve it," He mumbles, resting his head on yours. "They don't deserve to know little BJ."

"Right? Our BJ was born of love and beauty," You say, tracing over the little fish. "I gave you BJ despite how hard it was."

He grins, shaking his head. "So stupid," He murmurs between laughs.

You can't help but laugh along, looking up at him with a wide smile. Having not realized how close you were too each other, you're a little taken aback by the proximity of his face to yours. Of his lips to yours. His eyes are wide and glued to yours as he feels your breath on his chin, making him shiver. For a few seconds, you both forget that the outside world exists.

Pulling yourself out of it, you sit up straight and look ahead. "Do you have any two-player games?" You ask him casually.

Bucky clears his throat before pulling out another controller. "Do I?" He replies pointedly. "You bet your ass."

You take the controller from him and watch as he turns it on and signs in for you.

"What do you wanna do?" He asks, scrolling through his vast library of games. "Beat me up? Build a house? Race me?"

"I wanna beat you up," You answer him bluntly. "Because I'd never be able to in real life, but I've got a good chance in a game."

Narrowing his eyes, he smirks. "I wouldn't be too sure about that, baby," He mutters without even realizing what he's saying.

The nickname makes your heart race but you do well to recover, keeping your eyes on the screen. "We'll see, Bucky Senior," You reply lowly, subtly moving back to where you were before with one of your shoulders resting against his chest.

You grin as he shows you secret moves and special combinations, his eyes lighting up when you get the hang of it quickly. "That's my girl!" He exclaims proudly, grinning. "Beat the fuck out of me- just like that. Have you played this before?"

Once you're done beating him up, he puts it on a calmer game, the two of you working together to build Bucky Junior a home. The music drowns out the noise from the party, and once again, it's just the two of you that exist in the world.

You smile to yourself as he explains the difference types of stones and bricks to you, his low voice making you feel safe and grounded. Though you've never really spent any time with Bucky before tonight, you find yourself getting along with him as though you've known him your while life. God, are you glad you came into his room tonight.

Bucky feels himself relax with the weight of you against him. Leaning his head on yours, he lets out a content sigh. He's never had the balls to talk to you before, as most of Steve's friends don't give Bucky the time of day and aren't the type of people he'd wanna be friends with anyway, but you just showed up and completely took him by surprise. God, he's glad you came into his room tonight.

part two >

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