#and then there was like. god the fucking dogwalker au

[grandwretch]

do you guys remember that reddie smau that was like... richie and eddie are so good at pissing each other off that the other losers are afraid their childhood bickering turned into real resentment and then it turns out they've been dating for two years and keeping it under wraps because of their careers

[bts-fic-collection]

do you have any new hopekook or namkook fluff ? or fluffy smut ? thanku🥺

I do indeed! You’re welcome ^_^

Pizza Surprise by pinknoonicorn

Rating: T

Pairings: Jungkook/Hoseok

Status: Complete

Word count 2,879

Summary: Hobi is bored because of the storm that has kept him in the house. Pizza seems like a good idea, even if it does mean dragging some poor bastard out in the storm to deliver it. Lots of fluff and humour.

Paint Me A Smile by shenannagations

Rating: T

Pairings: Jungkook/Hoseok

Status: Complete

Word count: 2,017

Summary: Hobi breaks his ankle but Jungkook does his best to make him feel better about the situation.

or

Hobi is grumpy and Jungkook is endeared af.

coffee and overwatch by nectartaegi

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon

Status: Complete

Word count; 7,006

Summary: If he didn’t know any better, Jimin probably would have struck him over the head with something (maybe that ugly cat mug that Yoongi had gotten online for fifty cents), or do possibly anything else to talk Jungkook out of pursuing the one thing he couldn’t con or charm himself into getting.But 

Jungkook was, among other things, a stubborn fucking kid.

Taehyung’s kale chip crunches fill in the silence between them until Jimin concedes in defeat.

“I love you, Jungkook. I really do. Just know that Namjoon isn’t exactly gonna keel over and let you fuck him in the ass over coffee and Overwatch.”

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Jungkook and Namjoon are opposites who are more similar than they think. All cliches aside, they navigate the world of love together.

alternative title: jungkook learns how to bottom

Who let the dogs out by Ddaengbb

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Namjoon

Status: Complete

Word count: 13,816

Summary: “Good morning, Namjoon.”

He springs back to his feet and hits his head hard against the cabinet door. His hand flies up with a strangled cry and he hisses in pain, stars exploding under his closed eyelids.

“Oh God! I’m so sorry! Are you ok?” the man takes a step towards him and Namjoon finally opens his eyes and turns around. He blinks a few times unbelieving and then opens his eyes wider. 

“Mr…. Jeon???”

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AKA your domestic sweet&hot Dogwalker!AU Namkook

[imma-fcking--nerd]

What Happens In Vegas... (Part 1)

Summary: After a nasty breakup, you head to Vegas to try and have some fun, only to find yourself completely overwhelmed and alone. However, your bartender comes to the rescue, making you an offer you don’t want to refuse. Thanks to him, your week long vacation certainly turns out differently than you could have ever expected.

Author’s Note: This is my first ever Bucky story and I am so excited! It was written for @bionic-buckyb‘s AU Writing Challenge in celebration of 5k followers. My prompt was ‘vegas’, so I really hope I did it justice! I’m planning on turning this into a mini-series, so please, let me know what you think!!! 

Warnings: Language; mentions of cheating; pure, teeth rotting fluff; heavy make-out session

Word Count: Roughly 5,000 (yikes)

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Sliding onto the stool with a sigh, you propped your chin on your hand and stared at the colorful bottles of various alcohols in front of you. This was so not how you wanted to spend this night, but it was better than locking yourself in your room like a hermit. If you were being honest, just thinking about the next few days made anxious nerves twist in your stomach. This trip was mistake, I should’ve just left well enough alone-

“What can I get you, sweetheart?” The deep voice broke your trance, bringing your attention to the bartender.

“I’ll have a shot of Patrón,” you mumbled, straightening up and pointing at the bottle. “Silver, please.” You watched as he poured the liquid into the glass, picking it up and slamming it back as soon as it was full. Shoving it back toward him with a grimace, you cleared your throat before speaking again, trying to talk around the burn. “Hit me.”

Not taking your eyes off the glass, you watched as he poured you another, once again slamming it back and repeating the request. After the third, you needed a break.

“Been playing Black Jack tonight? You sure have the terminology down,” the bartender chuckled, turning to put the bottle back in place before collecting your shot glass. Shaking your head, you finally took the time to look up at him. And what you saw took your breath away.

The man was tall and broad, hell, thick. With a chest that big, he looked like he could easily pick up and toss a car. His arms were just as large, bulging against the long sleeves of his Henley. Your eyes trailed up only to find a perfectly stubbled chin, chiseled jaw hidden under the dark scruff. A few strands of brown hair framed his cheeks, seemingly fallen loose from the small bun at the back of his head. His lips, which looked tantalizingly soft, were twitched up in a grin, one eyebrow arched curiously as he waited for a response. You finally settled on the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes you’d ever seen, quickly falling into them and getting lost.

He was positively unreal.

“Uh- um…” Words had left your brain, your mouth stuttering to come up with anything coherent. “N- no. Nope. No Black Jack for me.” Wow. Nice one.

“Well, you should think about playing sometime. Seem like you’d be good at it,” he replied, that sweet smile never leaving his face. You wanted to respond, to come up with something that would keep him talking to you. You just weren’t ready for this beautiful man to leave your sight yet. However, before you could pull a sentence together, he was called over by another customer, tossing you a wink before he walked away to do his job.

Sighing yet again, you dropped your head to look down at the bar top, tracing patterns on the glass with a finger while getting lost in your head again.

“Whaddya drinkin’?” someone asked from beside you, words slurred together. You glanced up to find a man, probably ten or so years your senior, grinning lustfully down at you.

“Nothing, I’m alright,” you told him politely, hoping he’d just leave.

“Lemme buy you a drink, baby,” he insisted, inching closer. You could smell the alcohol radiating off of him and tried not to grimace.

“No, thank you.”

“C’mon, don’ be like that.” Your eyes went wide when you felt one of his hands wrap around your arm, jumping at the contact as panic began to well inside you.

“The lady said no.” Thank God. The hot bartender was back, only this time, the look on his face was practically deadly and it was directed right at the creep next to you. “Get your hand off of her and get the hell out of here.”

“But-“

“Now.” Fear in his eyes, the guy threw some cash down on the bar and quickly turned, heading for the exit. You let out a shuddering breath, closing your eyes for a moment to collect yourself. “Are you alright?” The bartender’s voice was much softer now, concern evident in his tone.

“I’m fine. Thank you,” you told him, offering a grateful smile.

“Of course. I deal with pricks like him more than I should have to. You sure you’re okay?” You simply nodded, asking for some water, which he gladly got for you. “I’m James. But my friends call me Bucky.” The grin he gave you was practically blinding.

“Y/N. Nice to meet you…Bucky,” you said, reaching a hand over the bar to shake his, making him chuckle. “How’d you get that nickname?”

“It’s a riff off my middle name,” he explained. “So, what brings you to Vegas, Y/N?” Your eyes followed the movement of his hands, wiping down glasses as he talked with you between helping customers. Your mind took note of his prosthetic hand, metal moving and touching and gripping seemingly no different than flesh. Fascinating.

“Well,” the word was a sigh passing through your lips. “To put it simply, I suppose, this is a sort of ‘revenge/get over my ex/let loose and forget about his stupid ass’ trip.” Bucky chuckled again, the sound deep and warm.

“Sure doesn’t sound simple.”

“Originally, I was supposed to come with my boyfriend. His idea, by the way,” you pointed out. “He had it all planned, bought the tickets, booked the room. Then just a few days before we were supposed to go, I come home from work early to find him fucking the dogwalker from three floors down. We don’t even own a dog!”

“What an asshole,” Bucky responded, his eyes conveying all kinds of sympathy. “I’m sorry.”

“Honestly, I thought that he was taking me on this trip to propose,” you admitted quietly, fingers playing with the now empty water glass in front of you. A snort left your mouth as you grinned a bit, a new thought crossing your mind. “Clearly, I dodged a bullet!” Bucky grinned back.

“Clearly.”

“Anyway, I took my ticket, ripping up the other and throwing it in his face, pissed and insisting that I was taking this trip on his dime. Told him it was the least he could do for being a cheating bastard. I think he was a little scared because he just kept his mouth shut and nodded along.” A smug smirk danced on your lips at the memory. Then you remembered your predicament and your face fell. “But now I’m on this stupid trip by myself for five days and don’t know what the hell to do.”

“What do you mean?” Bucky asked, dark brows drawing together as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the wall. Holy hell, I didn’t think his biceps could get any bigger.

“It’s just…Am I supposed to go explore the city alone?” You sighed, shaking my head. “For one thing, that could get dangerous. A woman walking around by herself, in a place she’s clearly not familiar with. That doesn’t scream ‘I’m an easy target!’ or anything. Plus, I really don’t know anything about Vegas. I guess I could look things up but again, I’d just be by myself and…I dunno. The trip just doesn’t have the same appeal anymore, I guess.”

Several seconds of silence fell between you as you stared down into your glass, tracing the edge with the tip of your finger as everything raced through your mind. Bucky’s deep voice, hesitant, made your head snap up to meet his icy blue eyes.

“You know,” he started slowly, clearing his throat before continuing. “I could show you around, take you to see the sights, whatever. If you want.” You blinked dumbly up at him a few times before straightening up.

“Really?” There was disbelief in your voice.

“I know we just met and I would completely understand if you said no. But yeah, I have the next few days off and I can take a couple personal days. I’d be more than happy to give you the Vegas experience.” He offered a lopsided grin, the look sweet and honest on him. Your mouth was gaping like a fish, words failing you yet again, until finally you just nodded profusely.

“That- that’d be great, wow, thank you so much,” you rambled, probably sounding ridiculous, but Bucky only smiled and assured you that he was glad to do it.

You spent a bit more time at the bar that evening, talking with Bucky when you could and thinking over the next few days, a much more positive attitude in your head. Before you headed upstairs to get to bed, you exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up the next morning. As you left the bar, waving a final goodbye to the man that had somehow just become you tour guide, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, oddly excited for what was to come.

You wouldn’t have been able to miss Bucky’s blinding smile from across the lobby if you had tried. The second your eyes met, his face was lighting up and he was making his way toward you. Nerves twisted in your gut at seeing him again, the prospect that you were actually going to let this man show you around the city finally sinking in. But that was pushed to the back of your mind as soon as he was in front of you, happiness radiating off of him.

“Mornin’,” he greeted, stuffing one hand in his pocket and pointing toward the door with the other. “Ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s do this,” you breathed, offering a grin of your own as you nodded.

“You didn’t eat yet, did you?”

“Uh, nope. Why?”

“Great,” Bucky replied, leading the way toward the door, you following at his heels. Once you were out in the bright Nevada sun, he shot you a look over his shoulder. “I know a place that serves awesome waffles. Assuming, of course…”

“I love waffles,” you filled in for him, earning another gorgeous grin.

“Perfect!”

After breakfast, which Bucky had insisted on paying for despite your protests, he took you to see some of the famous sights and building around Vegas that were within reasonable walking distance. You were feeling much more comfortable with him after talking and getting to know him more, a very relaxed air settling between the two of you.

You had learned that he was originally from New York, your home city as well, and that his best friend, Steve, still lived there with his fiancé. He was a war vet, hence the metal arm, and had struggled after returning home and trying to adjust back to regular life. After getting into a pretty dark place and just barely being pulled out by Steve, Bucky had decided that he needed a change, something drastically different, so he had spontaneously moved to Las Vegas and become a bartender. He had added that working out usually helped him to clear his head and stay out of trouble, No wonder he’s so damn buff, and that he enjoyed bartending because in a way, it gave him an opportunity to help others sort out their problems, but could also be fun and he also made pretty good money because hello, this was Vegas!

After a late lunch of sandwiches and milkshakes that were to die for, you and Bucky made your way slowly back to the hotel, stopping to look at things here and there and take pictures to document your trip.

“So, what do you say we hit the town tonight, experience the Vegas night life?” Bucky offered, a devilish smirk gracing his lips. “We can drink, gamble, hit up a club or two if you want.”

“Clubs aren’t really my thing, but I’m definitely in for the drinking and gambling,” you said, smiling brightly. “I can finally learn how to play Black Jack.” Bucky laughed heartily at that, your chest filling with warmth at the sound.

“Pick you up at 7?”

“Sounds good!”

“Oh, my God!” Bucky laughed, cheering along with the crowd that had gathered around the table to watch you. “This is crazy, I’ve never seen a streak like this before! Doll, you’ve gotta keep goin’!” His large hands landed on your shoulders, squeezing lightly before settling back on the edge of the table.

You giggled at his encouragement, the buzz you had from the shots he had bought for you earlier making your mind just a tad hazy. The people around echoed their agreement, clapping and urging you on.

“Alright, alright,” you conceded, picking up the dice once again and giving them a good shake before letting them roll, yet again landing on a hard eight. Jumping up and down and yelling in delight, you practically pounced on Bucky in a hug as more noise erupted around the table. Bucky was laughing and smiling like the sun, returning your celebratory embrace happily.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” he said. “How are you so good at this?”

“I dunno,” you replied, shooting him a smile and a shrug. “Luck, I guess.”

The night continued on like that, laughter and happiness engulfing you in a bubble as you drank and gambled and had an all-around amazing time. You bashed your ex openly and loudly, Bucky encouraging and supporting you with every complaint and criticism, throwing in drunken compliments and remarks about how you deserve better. You toasted and drank to moving forward and finding better things, each of you drunkenly pledging to get more out of life and experience as much as you possibly could.

Finally, with most of the patrons heading out, you and Bucky went on your way and hailed a cab, sobering up just slightly on the ride back to your hotel. He promised to call you in the morning and walked you to the door of the building while the cab waited, making sure you got inside safely before heading off for home. Once you collapsed into bed that night, you let out a content sigh, much of the weight that had been resting on your chest over this trip and your ex and everything that happened now lessened. As you curled into the sheets and closed your eyes, images of Bucky’s contagious smile flashed in your mind.

Dull pounding against your skull woke you the next morning. Groaning, you rolled over onto your stomach and buried your face into the pillows, blinding reaching for your phone to check the time. When you cracked an open to look at the screen, you found a few texts from Bucky, received just a few moments before you woke up.

From Bucky Barnes: Holy hell. Don’t know about you doll but my head is killing me. Aging and alcohol don’t mix well apparently

From Bucky Barnes: let me know when you’re up

Smiling in spite of your terrible hangover, you decided to give him a call instead of texting him back and anxiously waiting for a response. After just a couple of rings, Bucky’s deep voice, scratchy from sleep and the alcohol, was greeting you.

“I’m feeling just about as terrible as you sound,” you told him, earning a slight chuckle.

“Yeah, I think I’ll hold back on the shots for awhile,” he responded. “Just thinking about it kind of makes me want to throw up.” You laughed in agreement before a slightly awkward pause settled between you, the question neither one of you wanted to address hanging heavily in the air. “So, we both feel like shit. Do you want to go out today? Because if you’re up for it, then-“

“Honestly, not really,” you sighed, cutting him off as an idea formed into your head. You weren’t sure he’d go for it, but it was worth a shot. Gnawing on your lip, you took the chance and asked before you lost the courage. “I was thinking room service, movies, and bed sounded good today.”

“Oh, yeah. Okay that’s-“

“And you could join me, if you wanted to,” you blurted, hoping he couldn’t hear the frantic beating of your heart. Another pause. Squeezing your eyes shut, you once again shoved your face into the pillow, wanting nothing more than to disappear into it.

“I’d love that,” Bucky finally answered, the smile clear in his voice. You couldn’t help but break out in a huge grin, silently squealing. “Let me shower and grab some things and I’ll let you know when I leave, okay?”

“Okay. Bye, Buck.” Laying there, you stared at the ceiling, grinning like a fool as excitement coursed through your veins. Bucky was coming over to spend the day with you.

Wait…Bucky was coming over.

As realization hit, you jumped up and practically ran for the shower.

“Did you know that Patrick Swayze is actually the one performing this song?” you asked, referring to She’s Like the Wind in the Dirty Dancing scene when Johnny has to say goodbye to Baby while you snacked on some chocolate-covered strawberries. Bucky made a surprised noise around the food in his mouth, brows raising in interest.

“Really? Interesting.” You were lounged on the large bed in my hotel room watching your favorite movies, comfy sweats on and a plethora of delicious dessert items from the food service menu laid between you. You had gone through and picked out everything that sounded remotely good, more than happy to run up the bill that your ex would later be paying. It had been an utterly unproductive but very fun afternoon.

As the sky outside grew darker, you and Bucky just stayed in our own little world, laughing and joking as if you’d known each other for years. And if you were being honest, it had felt that way since you first spoke, an odd level of comfort ever present around him. There was just something about his open and generally positive personality that brought the same characteristics out in you, something you wouldn’t expect after what just happened with your ex.

“Shit, I didn’t realize it was so late,” Bucky said, checking his phone. It was already close to midnight, both of you having lost track of time. You tried your best to hide the disappointed frown that wanted to settle onto your features at the thought of Bucky leaving, even if you were going to see him tomorrow. He was quiet for a moment, eyebrows drawn together in thought before he turned to you with a bright grin on his face. “Wanna get Taco Bell?” You blinked in surprise a few times before letting out the laugh that was bubbling up your throat.

“Hell. Yes.” Jumping up, both of you grabbed your things and headed out the door, chatting on your way down to his car. The drive there was spent singing along obnoxiously to the music blasting from the speakers, you taking snapchat videos of Bucky as he overdramatically danced and shouted the lyrics to the songs while you laughed loudly, tears forming in the corners of your eyes with the force of it. Honestly, you couldn’t ever remember having this much fun with any of your exes.

After getting your food, you returned to the hotel room, putting on another movie while you ate. Bucky was lounged on the couch while you were sprawled across your bed, both of you trained on the movie, tiredness beginning to settle into your bones. Your eyes had started to get heavier, resulting in you ‘resting’ them every once in awhile.

It wasn’t until the next morning that you realized you had fallen asleep, blinking harshly against the sunlight streaming in. Confused, you looked around to find your phone only to see Bucky fast asleep on the couch, one arm tucked under his head, the other laying on his chest that was rising and falling gently with each steady breath. You took a moment to admire him, the way his hair was falling haphazardly over the arm of the couch, his pink lips parted slightly, expression calm as he snored softly.

Not wanting to wake him, you moved as quietly as you could to the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth. When you walked out, Bucky was stretching and letting out a yawn, smiling at you once you plopped back on the bed.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you joked, earning a snort.

“Mornin’.” Oh, God. Bucky’s voice was scratchy with sleep, somehow deeper and sexier than it was already, sending a shiver that you tried to hide down your spine. “Didn’t realize we fell asleep last night.”

“Me either. You didn’t hurt your neck on that couch, did you?”

“Nah, I’m fine, doll,” he assured with a chuckle, standing up and stretching once again. As he lifted his arms, the strip of skin between his sweats and shirt was exposed, practically making your eyes bug out of your head. Get it together, woman! “Well, I’m gonna head home and clean up. Want to go for a late lunch and some more sight-seeing?”

“Yeah, that sounds like fun,” you told him, walking him to the door and waving goodbye as he left. After a deep breath to compose yourself, you jumped in the shower and began to get ready for the day.

“Okay, but did you see the guy-“ Your sentence and Bucky’s laughter was interrupted by the sound of a phone vibrating continuously as you walked through the lobby of the hotel later that night. You both trailed off, his brows drawing together as he pulled his phone out, a frown settling over his face as he looked at the caller ID.

“Sorry, doll, gotta take this. It should just be a second,” he apologized. You assured him it was fine and waited patiently as he took the call, catching bits and pieces of the conversation. Bucky hung up with a sigh, running a hand through his hair and offering an apologetic smile as he approached. “That was my buddy at the bar. They need someone to come in for a few hours and close up, the other guy scheduled called off sick and he just got an emergency call; his wife went into labor. I’m sorry, Y/N-“

“Bucky, you don’t need to be, it’s fine!” You said, shaking your head. “They need you. And you’re already here, so…” He chuckled at that, looking at the floor and nodding before meeting your eyes with a small grin. “Besides, you’ve already taken so many days off to hang out with me, you’re probably broke.”

“An empty wallet is worth it if it means spending more time with you, doll,” he joked, throwing you a wink that made a blush rise to your cheeks and a nervous giggle bubble up from your throat.

“I should get some sleep anyway. You promised a day of shopping tomorrow, which means I need to be well-rested.”

“Am I gonna regret that suggestion?” he asked playfully, walking backwards toward the area of the hotel bar.

“Probably, yes,” you answered, nodding vigorously and laughing. Bucky gave a small wave before bidding you goodnight and heading to work, leaving you in the lobby of the hotel. Making your way to the elevator, you walked slowly, not in a rush to get anywhere anytime soon.

Once you had completed your evening routine and crawled into bed, sleep seemed to want to avoid you at all costs. You tossed and turned, threw covers off and pulled them back on, arranged and rearranged the pillows, tried switching sides of the bed, even laid with your head at the opposite end for a bit, but you were still wide-freaking-awake. With an annoyed huff, you flopped onto your stomach and grabbed your phone, tucking a pillow under your chin as you roamed some social media, played a game or two, until finally an idea hit you.

To Bucky Barnes: How’s the bar? Anymore damsels in distress that needed saving tonight?

From Bucky Barnes: Haha not tonight, it was actually slow for a Saturday. Thought you were going to bed?

To Bucky Barnes: Can’t sleep :p

From Bucky Barnes: Come down. You can talk to me while I clean up

Deciding it was better than staring at the ceiling all night, you slipped on some flip flops and made your way downstairs. The building was quiet, only a few people here and there passing you on your way. As you walked into the room of the bar, most of the lights were off, Bucky the only one in the area. He must’ve heard you come in because his large framed turned to face you, smile plastered on his face as he cleaned a glass.

“Hey there, insomniac,” he greeted, watching you climb onto a barstool and grin goofily at him.

“Hi. Got an extra rag? I’ll help,” you offered, but Bucky shook his head, insisting that he’d take care of it. So instead you just sat and talked, conversation flowing easily as it always seemed to with him. It was mostly Bucky telling crazy stories of his time working there, but you were more than happy to sit and listen.

Finishing wiping down the glasses, Bucky headed to the back with the dirty ones that needed washed, leaving alone for a few moments. As you looked around, you noticed the piano in the corner, wondering how you had never taken note of it before. Sliding off the stool, you made your way over, running your fingers along the shiny black exterior and admiring it. You took a seat on the small cushioned bench, lifting the lid over the keys and gently laying your hands over them. Tentatively, you pressed a few keys, the sounds seeming to echo in the quiet room.

“You play?” Bucky’s deep voice asked, making you jump. You hadn’t realized he had come back. Shaking your head with a sigh, you turned your attention back to the instrument.

“No, but I wish I did. I love Piano music. It just has such an…enchanting sound.” Making his way over, Bucky sat on the bench next to you, placing his fingers, both flesh and metal, on the keys and shooting you a wink before starting to play.

Your jaw nearly dropped.

Because why wouldn’t he play the piano? He’s just the freaking perfect male specimen!

Once he was finished, he ran a hand over the back of his neck, a light blush coloring his cheeks under that dark scruff.

“I don’t know too much, just a couple songs,” he said sheepishly, probably the most timid and quiet you’d seen Bucky since you met him a couple days ago.

“No, that was fantastic,” you gushed. “Can you teach me anything? Even just a few notes?” Smiling at your excitement, Bucky nodded, beginning to position your hands correctly and teaching you what notes were associated with what keys. You learned a very simple beginner piece, some kids song you recalled from your childhood, practically squealing when you finally played it all the way through.

“That was great, doll!” Bucky told you, just as excited. He nudged your shoulder with his, turning his head to look you in the eye. “See, it’s not too hard.”

“I guess not.” Your words caught in your throat as you looked back at him, blue eyes suddenly intense as they gazed at you. His face was so close to yours, so close, and you could smell the mint from the gum he had been chewing earlier. Letting out a shaky breath, your heart seemed to nearly beat out of your chest as the air between you shifted.

Bucky leaned in slowly, making sure to give you enough warning that you could stop him if you wanted to, pausing just before he reached your lips. A barely audible whimper escaped your throat, sending Bucky’s lips crashing to yours as his metal hand came up to tangle in the hair at the back of your head. His mouth moved against yours experimentally, tongue darting out to lick at your bottom lip until you opened for him. A quiet moan rumbled through Bucky’s chest at the taste of you, sending a spark of heat down your spine. Your hands made their way to his face, fingers grazing the sharp line of his jaw, holding him to you.

Suddenly, Bucky was hauling you into his lap, arms going around you and fingers splaying across your back as you straddled his thighs. Your kiss was turning more passionate, bordering on sloppy as you clung to each other, friction igniting between your bodies.

Bucky’s lips suddenly parted from yours, allowing you to gulp in air as he moved down to your neck, your arms curling around him. His hands slid down to your hips, slipping under the fabric of your shirt to grip at bare skin. The scruff on his face scraped in the most tantalizing way against you as he pressed heated kisses down the column of your throat, nipping at your collarbone.

“James,” you gasped, eyes closed in bliss as you just felt him touch you. He broke away at the sound of his name, forehead resting against yours as you both panted. You were still pressed together, electricity charging all around the two of you, the only sound that of your heavy breathing.

“Let me take you out to dinner tomorrow,” Bucky finally said, voice quiet and rough. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him, still flushed and out of breath, and waited for him to meet your eyes. When he did, you nodded, biting your lip to try and contain a smile. Bucky grinned back, leaning up to press another kiss to your lips.