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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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Bucky Charms

Summary: You learn more about Bucky other than the physical. Are you ready to risk it all?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. ANGST. Fluff. Descriptions of past trauma, kidnapping, death, violence. Steve and Sam, Pining, lust, flirting through music, teasing, karaoke, non con surveillance, oral sex (m recieving) degradation kink alongside praise kink, Sir kink, good girl/bad girl kink, p in v (wrap it up!) lil bit of breeding kink, Soft Dark Bucky.

A/N: This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, F*cking Bucky @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

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I’ll stop the world and melt with you/you’ve seen the difference/ and it’s getting better all the time/there’s nothing you and I won’t do/I’ll stop the world and melt with you…the future’s open wide…

You listened to that cut over and over until you fell asleep after Bucky left your apartment and woke up with it still on repeat.

You’d certainly melted for James Buchanan Barnes last night, and he melted all over you. You smiled at the window, feeling light and buoyant as air, but then sat up and frowned as you realized what Bucky said.

“Professional.”

He’d suggested that you could both be professional. After last night, you didn’t think you could do it, but you had to try. You moved to get out of bed and realized that you were still sore.

You grinned as you padded to the bathroom and ran another hot bath. You didn’t regret a single thing about the night before.

And you had a feeling that despite what Bucky had said, neither did he.

Bucky was late to work. For him. He walked into the office at 8:45 am.

Steve and Sam shared a look across the shared space, but didn’t say a word. Until Bucky put in his AirPods and started singing Frank Ocean.

A tornado flew around my room before you came/Excuse the mess it made…

“Okay. What the hell is going on?”

Bucky stared up at Sam who was now hovering over his desk and who’s broken through his noise cancellation.

“Hunh?

Steve got up and walked over to Bucky.

“Don’t play dumb with us. You are late, and in an awfully good mood. Singing, Buck? What happened last night, Bucky. Did you get with Y/N?”

Bucky looked up at the two men who were most like brothers in his life. He couldn’t hide anything from them.

“So what if I did get lucky last night?”

Bucky put his long legs up on his desk and leaned back in his ergonomic chair.

“What makes you think it was her? There are 4.3 million women in this city.”

Steve and Sam just stared at him, then Steve spoke again.

“Sure. But there’s only one that you are laser focused on.”

Sam agreed.

“Yeah, you’re like a dog with a bone.”

Bucky’s grin got wider and he just shrugged his shoulders.

“I don’t kiss and tell.”

Sam shook his head.

“I’ve heard that before. That means this is serious, because in the old days…”

“We got a blow by blow. Literally.”

“Fuck you Steve. And fuck you Sam.”

Bucky threw up double birds at his friends.

“And step the fuck back from my work space. I’ve got work to do.”

When his business partners had safely retreated, Bucky picked up his phone to text you. He couldn’t not text you the morning after, but he had to be careful.

“See you at 4 o’clock. Looking forward to moving on with this project.”

You read the text, your heart beating a mile a minute when you saw the notification. You took some deep breaths as you walked to the subway station to go into the city. It was pretty straightforward. No subtext to be parsed out.

There was no way to know that you were the project that Bucky was talking about.

Both of you went through your days, listening to the playlist Bucky was building throughout the day. This was not the music to do work to. The songs were cute and flirty, silly, surprising, and in some cases full of emotion that went well beyond a professional relationship.

But it was just music, right?

You two sent songs flying to the playlist throughout the day, flirting with music in place of words, glances, and touch. Etta James, Savage Garden, Monica, The Pogues, Frank Ocean, The Darkness, from the 80’s to last month.

It was a very eclectic mix that seemed to summarize both of your personalities perfectly. On the A train that afternoon, you caught an older woman smiling at you as you cheesed at your phone.

Bucky was becoming more and more active on IG since your interview and he’d posted a photo. It was a close up selfie of him staring off into space at his desk in a dark grey suit with a purple line-patterned tie. He wasn’t wearing his glasses and his blue eyes were dreamy.

This man was posting thirst traps fully clothed. And judging from some of the comments, plenty of people were falling for it. There were over 1200 likes in the 90 minutes it had been up.

You didn’t want to like the picture, but then you read the caption.

No time to relax! Finished a full day of work, looking forward to working on a passion project this afternoon. #Icanseethebluerskieslikemulticoloredflowerfields

You scrolled through the comments, people saying how handsome he was, sending their coochie through the interwebs. You sighed, and liked the picture, and then posted your own comment.

I drifted off the Earth to march in your parade/Colors on me moving slowly

Bucky was waiting for your comment, ignoring all of the thirst replies and hoping that you’d respond. He replied with two perfect words.

Technicolor, girl.

Then came another slew of comments about his response and you started gaining random followers.

Oh lord, you thought, this was going to be a lot.

You decided to get control of yourself before 4 pm. If not, you would fall right into Bucky’s arms as soon as you arrived. And that wouldn't do, would it?

45 minutes later, you stood in front of Bucky Barnes’s brownstone for a minute making sure you had composure. You did a mental check of all your systems.

Heart rate: normal.

Breathing: easy.

Panties: dry.

You were confident that you were in full control and could be professional. You paused and bit your lip as you thought of the night before Bucky had made you feel like no one else had. You shook your head to clear it.

You could do it. You could be strong. He probably wasn’t as attractive as you were making him out to be. After all, it had been a while, you were horny, and now, you were fine.

Your hormones had made him out to be more than he actually was. He wasn’t all that. The dick was only amazing because you’d been sex starved. That was it. He had no control over you.

You stood up straight, your self-talk making you confident, you reached up to knock on the door.

Bucky watched your internal struggle on his laptop. He admired the body that he felt like he knew so well after just one night. Your choice of outfit was modest, but sexy. Blue chambray shirt over slim fit black pants and tank with wedge sandals. You were covered, professional, yet comfortable. There was only one upgrade he would recommend.

His blue chambray shirt. But all in due time.

Bucky studied your countenance and posture as you paused before you attempted to enter. The way you bit your lip made his cock shift, but he willed it down. You looked as if you were confident in your self restraint.

Perfect.

He loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt as you knocked, once, twice, three times and when he saw you look around and lick your lips, tentatively reaching for the digital lock on the door was when he went to open it.

Your heart started beating off kilter when your knock went unanswered.

System one down.

You moistened your lips and looked up and down the street. There was no mistaking what he said last night. It was the right time. And the right place. You had the combination to the door, but you remembered what happened the last time you entered. But you screwed your courage and reached for the lock.

The lock drew away from your hand and you moved as if you were falling down Alice’s rabbit hole when Bucky opened the door.

First sensation: the sound of The Internet playing on a sound system behind him and you knew you were in trouble.

Know you wrong/But sho you right/Home alone/For the night…

Second sensation: falling in slow motion into Bucky’s arms as you tried to follow the knob.

“Oh!”

You stumbled forward further into his chest.

“Hey!”

Bucky chuckled as he held you fast. You two stared at each other and you forgot to breathe. Damn, he was as handsome as you thought. Even more so.

System two down.

Bucky inhaled a good whiff of your scent and smiled down at you.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.”

You looked up at him, slightly confused as you attempted to process the next sensations of Bucky’s hands on your body, the smell of him all around you, and that sexy tenor in your ears. And that smile, that face, that mouth. Your serotonin spiked.

Bucky just continued to smile as you remembered yourself. You pulled back and straightened your clothes.

You concentrated hard for system three to stay afloat. But then you looked back up at him. i

Damn. He was beautiful.

“You okay?”

“No.”

Your panties were not as dry as they were. You wanted to climb the man in front of you, your hormones going crazy with flashbacks of the night before.

James Buchanan Barnes had put it down and now you were addicted.

But you couldn’t just flow with that. You were a professional.

“What-”

“I mean… no worries.”

You smiled brightly at him to cover your embarrassment.

“It was my fault, I should have waited–”

“My fault, I should have checked-”

You both spoke at the same time, and then laughed. You loved Bucky’s eye crinkles.

You cleared your throat and straightened your spine.

Bucky covered a moan in his throat with a cough. That body was his weakness. His cock thickened with thoughts of pulling you in his home and then fuck you on the hallway floor, but instead he stepped back and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly.

He smiled, and you blushed.

“How are you?”

Bucky ducked his head and smiled that smile at you. He looked so young.

“I’m good, Y/N. Real good. And you?”

His smile was hopeful, and full of knowing. God, you were a simp. Professional wasn’t going to work.

“I’m good, Bucky.”

You smiled at him and you two just stood there grinning.

Bucky just continued to stare at you. His smile and his nervousness was doing something to you, so you cleared your throat again. This was so not what you were expecting.

Finally, Bucky realized the awkwardness of the situation.

“Shit. I’m being rude. Come on into my office.”

You laughed again and followed him into the room, noticing his laptop. It made you grow warm.

“How did you sleep last night?” asked Bucky.

What a question.

He was closer that you thought, but farther away than you hoped. You turned around and looked at him, biting your lip and shifting on your feet.

“After a nice, hot bath, I slept like a baby.”

That eyebrow raised and made you squirm with the faint sensation of him inside you. You could still feel the effects of him.

“Hot bath, huh?”

“Yes, with Epsom salts. I was a bit… sore. Needed another this morning.”

You lowered your eyes to your fingers which were clutching your bag, and then raised them back up to his face. That tongue snaked out and licked his bottom lip and his teeth captured it. You dragged your eyes up to his and saw the desire there. But he also looked contrite.

“I-I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be.”

You interrupted him, fighting to keep your eyes wide open while they were on his. You tried to keep your voice from cracking when you said, “I liked it.”

Bucky took a deep breath and stepped to you.

“Y/N. I want to talk to you… about ground rules. With us.”

You lowered your eyes. You just knew he was going to shut all of this flirting down. You weren’t going to beg him, you just had to suck it up. Even though this thing between you felt like crack.

Bucky tipped your chin up, the feeling of his fingers on you shooting electricity straight to your core.

“I don’t want there to be any.”

“What?”

You were confused.

“I thought last night would get it out of my system, but it only served to make me want more.”

What was he saying?

“More? More what? You want more sex?”

You were thrilled and disappointed at the same time. Bucky Barnes had you stirred up.

“Of course I do.You’re beautiful. That body, the way you feel…I’m not dead.”

Bucky stood there and his eyes raked over you with possession. And you let hIm, wanting to belong to him. That realization had you shook.

“But I want more. More than just sex. And if you just want sex, then that can’t happen. Feelings would get involved. At least for me.”

Bucky drew in a ragged breath.

“So you have to know that you are in control of this…” he moved his hand between you both, “this situation. Because I can’t trust myself to not go headlong over this cliff with you…”

Bucky’s eyes searched yours and you tried to return his honest gaze. His words were so fucking charming that you were ready to jump as well. But you had work to do.

“I get it, Bucky. Let's just take it moment by moment. Right now, I’ll behave and be a good girl.”

Bucky released a light groan and shook his head as his eyes dilated slightly.

“Please stop. Unless you want me to…”

He stopped, and you could tell that he was holding himself back by the way his jaw clenched. The knowledge that you had this power over him was heady stuff. But you decided to chill.

“Okay, you’re right, we have work to do. Now is not the time for.. more.”

You looked up at him and bit your lip.

“Definitely not.”

“Totally.”

You took a deep breath.

“Where’s the manuscript?”

Bucky’s eyes swept over you one more time, then turned to his laptop, sat down and typed for a few seconds.

“In your inbox.”

He was calmer now, and anxious for you to read his story.

You sank down into the couch and opened your bag to grab your own laptop.

You looked up at him one more time before you started to read, and when you began, you were quickly immersed in the narrative.

An hour and half later, you looked up at him, tears in your eyes.

“Bucky… I…”

“Is it any good?”

You looked at him in a totally new light. This was a different level of intimacy than just sex. This was his soul laid bare..

“Is it any good? Bucky, it’s fantastic! The honesty, the raw emotion…thank you for trusting me with this.”

Bucky gave you a sad smile and your heart twisted. You centered yourself by observing details and realized that his tie was now off and his sleeves were rolled up. He seemed more relaxed and natural and now that you knew the full story of Bucky Barnes, he was a marvel.

You put your laptop aside and stared off into space, trying to process. Bucky watched your profile, anxious and wanting to pull you into an embrace. But you were setting the pace.

You looked back over at him after a full minute.

“Are you sure you want all of this out there? This gives insight into your most personal, devastating moments. It will give people a lot of access to things most people hold close. And it opens you up for a lot.”

You had an entirely new perspective on James Buchanan Barnes. One that went far beyond sex.

“Yes. Writing this down has helped me to heal. Publishing it will bring closure.”

Bucky stood up and poured himself a drink, and offered the brown liquor to you. You nodded and took the glass, realizing that it was probably Macallan 18.

This man had lost his wife, his whole life… you couldn’t imagine. And here you were wondering if he were playing games.

“It must have been horrifying.”

Bucky nodded and looked down into his drink.

“At first I had no memory of what I’d done and how I’d done it. I woke up in the hospital and saw the headlines that the CEO of CapTech had been found injured and sobbing hysterically as he cradled his wife in his good arm. The most anyone knew was that Sarah was killed in a failed robbery attempt. No one knew about the kidnapping.”

You rocked back in your seat, remembering the rumors around that event. Word was that Bucky went almost insane with grief.

You realized now that the rumor was true.

“My heart was buried in the casket with Sarah, and after everything that happened, I went into a type of hibernation, holed up in the Manhattan penthouse above our offices. Steve and Nat challenged me to get back to work a year later, telling me that they were taking up my slack.”

Bucky laughed bitterly, shook his head, and took a drink.

“It wasn’t until Sarah’s birthday two years later that I finally noticed that Sam was grieving as hard, if not harder, than I was. And I realized how selfish I’d become.”

Bucky looked at you with a pained look on his face and you shivered, feeling a fraction of the emotion he must have been feeling. You wanted to cry.

“Bucky… I’m so sorry.”

Bucky looked at you.

“Don’t be sorry, Y/N. It’s alright. I’m ok now.”

“But… how?”

Bucky smiled at you.

“Well, intense therapy for one. Family therapy with Sam. Running. Running with my friends, or… with strangers I bump into.”

He gave you a smile and you smiled back, hopelessly connected to this man.

“Another thing that has helped me immensely was meeting you and seeing the way you crafted our interview, and experiencing the response to it. I’m communicating about myself more with the public.

“Yes, I’ve noticed the response you’re getting on social media.”

Bucky just chuckled at your thirst trap shade.

“I need you to help me tell this story, Y/N. Please. Help me.”

You leaned toward him. You two gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Your story is powerful the way it is, but right now, the way it reads leaves you open to some liability for what happened to those men in that warehouse that day. I believe you that it was self defense, and defense of your wife. That was such a hard thing to live through and to write down. I have an idea on how to revise the story to keep the emotion, but protect you, and Sarah and Sam at the same time. Hear me out.”

—--

Two hours later, you’d sketched out revisions to Bucky’s memoir. You were emotionally spent. And starving. It was almost 8pm. You looked at Bucky when you were done and he read you like a book.

“I ordered Thai food 45 minutes ago when you were on a roll outlining. I hope you’re hungry.”

You sighed and smiled.

“Feed me and I will love you forever.”

You laughed at your joke, but Bucky did not.

“Don’t tease me, Y/N.”

Suddenly, the air was thick with need.

“About that… Bucky… I want to work with you on this project. But I can’t deny that… that I am attracted to you in the worst way.”

Bucky smiled and cocked his head.

“’The worst way.’ Is it that bad? I feel like I need to apologize.”

You nodded.

“It is bad. If we need to be professional.”

Bucky looked up in the air.

“Well. Think about last night…”

You shifted in your seat.

“I mean, we just did some pretty good work tonight. After what happened,…”

Bucky grinned

“Well. You’re not wrong…”

You grinned back at him. You just liked him so fucking much.

The tension was thick. You were about to climb onto Bucky’s lap when the doorbell rang. He looked disappointed, as if he was reading your mind again.

You stood up, drank some water and tried to get your head on straight. Bucky came back in with and you remembered your hunger for food.

When you’d eaten, Bucky had a suggestion.

“Listen, we did some good work, had some good food, but I don’t want the night to end. And it is Friday. Don’t need to get up early tomorrow.”

Bucky looked at you like a little boy again.

You raised your eyebrow at him

“What do you suggest this late that we haven’t already done today?”

Bucky grinned at you.

BABY YOU LIGHT UP MY WORLD LIKE NOBODY ELSE/THE WAY THAT YOU FLIP YOUR HAIR GETS ME OVERWHELMED/BUT WHEN YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND, IT AINT HARD TO TELL/ YOU DON’T KNOW OH-OH/YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL!

You two were laughing through belting out the One Direction song at the top of your lungs at Upstairs Karaoke bar, not far from where you both lived. You were both jumping around and acted like idiots, as one does when they have a proper fun time doing Karaoke.

“Omg! Bucky! That was terrible.”

You grimaced, thinking about your singing voice.

“I bet you’ve reconsidered this idea after that.”

Bucky just ginned and swung the mic around in a circle as the music for the next song came up.

“I can do this all night.”

I can't fight this feeling any longer…

You grinned back and joined him in singing REO Speedwagon.

——

Three hours later, at almost one am, you walked back toward Bucky’s brownstone, and your apartment. When it came time to turn in the direction of your place, you took Bucky’s hand and tugged it toward his place. You walked in silence toward his house until you spoke up again.

“I’ve been through the gauntlet of emotions today, Bucky.. I mean in the last 24 hours.”

“Hmmmm?” said Bucky.

“Yeah. Lust, uncertainty, infatuation, nervousness, sympathy, motivation to write, attraction, hunger, silliness, and just plain fun. It feels like we’ve lived a lifetime today.”

Bucky stood on his stoop and looked down into your eyes.

“I feel the same. With maybe a couple more thrown in.”

You cocked your head.

“Yeah, like what?”

“Mmmmmm. Not ready to reveal that just yet. But I do want to explore a couple that you’ve mentioned. But, like I said earlier, that’s not my call.”

“Which ones?”

You didn’t know why you were holding your breath.

“Lust, infatuation, attraction… and hunger.”

You knew he wasn’t taling about Thai food.

“Oh.”

You tugged his hand, leading him up his own steps and put the code into his door.

“I would like to experience, more of those. And more of what you want. Bucky. Let’s drive off that cliff.”

With that, you pulled him inside.

You two kissed all the way down the hallway to his living room, where you ended up on his leather couch, pulling off your jacket and pulling the sweater he had put on over his shirtsleeves up over his head. You were feral for him.

And so, it seemed, he was for you.

“Come here, Doll.”

Bucky grabbed your neck and pulled your lips toward him as he devoured your mouth and his hand roamed your body.

“Been wanting to kiss you all night. Want to kiss your lips. I love the way they suck my tip.”

His hoarse voice in your ear did things to you, although you were confused at first until his put his hands in your leggings past your panties and used two thick fingers to part your pussy. He wasn’t talking about the lips on your face.

He used your slick to lubricate his digits and entered you, pumping a few times, watching as your head lolled back on your shoulders. He kissed your neck and cleavage as you succumbed to the pleasure. Then, he pulled his hand away and toward his mouth, earning a whine from you.

Bucky meant to just taste you, but that taste stirred something in his soul.

“What the fuck are you doing to me?”

He kissed you, letting you taste yourself on him, then rested his forehead on yours as he asked a question.

“What do you want, Y/N?”

“Let me suck your dick, Bucky.”

He pulled away from you, and looked you in the eyes.

“You’ll get anything to ask for.”

This was a different Bucky, not totally unlike the night before. Still sex on legs, but this Bucky was gentle, but still oh so sexy.

He pushed you backward until you stood up before him and he took off his shirt, and then his pants. You reached for him before he took off his underwear, pulling his waist band so that his hard cock slapped his abs. You stared down at it but didn’t touch it.

“I’ve been dreaming of this since last night, when you denied me.”

You swiped your thumb along his tip and then sucked it, making him lick his own lips.

“Sit down, please. Sir.”

Bucky sat, and then you kneeled in front of him on the hardwood floor. Bucky noticed and put a pillow down for you to kneel on. You smiled at him as he started stroking himself. You stared, your hand trailing song your neck and chest absentmindedly as you admired him.

“It really is a thing of beauty. Ever since I saw it the other day, I’ve been obsessed with it. How it would feel, how it would split me apart. How it would taste.”

You looked up at Bucky and it was like he’d been shot with a magazine of cupid’s arrows.

“Damn, Doll. You sure do have a way with words.”

You reached for him, grasping his shaft in one hand that looked small now, and his balls in the other.

“I’m not all talk…”

And then you leaned forward to lick a stripe on the underside of his cock, from his balls to the tip, stopping to suck the thick cap vigorously.

“Ooooh, shit… Doll. That mouth.”

Bucky’s head was sideways, cocking his head to watch you from that angle.

You opened your mouth and took as much as you could in your mouth and relaxed your throat to let him in there.

“Gotdamn.”

He placed his hand on your head but placed no pressure on you as you bobbed freely for his pleasure. And yours.

You placed your hands on his tensing thighs as you came apart as a result of your mouth, and he shuddered when you released him with a pop just to grab it again and trail your tongue back down his length. You drew his balls into your mouth, one at a time as you continued to stroke him off.

Bucky was looking at you with disbelief. He was putty in your hands. He leaned forward to kiss your sloppy face.

“I want to be inside you, wanna make love to you. Take off those clothes.”

He spoke to you softly, yet with a command your body remembered. You stood up slowly and tried to gracefully shed your garments as he stroked himself and looked up at you like you were the moon.

“So beautiful.”

Bucky reached out and made grabby hands for you as you stood naked before him.

”C’mere. Climb on. Let me in again.”

He continued to stare up at you, kissing your sternum and each breast as your thighs trembled on either side of his as you slid down over his mushroom cap.

“Buckyyyyyy.”

The feeling of him splitting you open caused a delicious pain, the soreness from the night before still evident. You didn’t think you’d ever get used to his size.

And you didn’t want to.

“Fuck me baby doll. Fuck me good. Fuck your self on this dick.”

Bucky slipped his hand between you two and started circling your clit in tight little circles.

“Oh my god Bucky! I can’t. Can’t breathe, can't concentrate…”

Your mind was mush as Bucky drove you toward your peak and up over the edge.

“Shhhh…”

Bucky leaned down to lick your nipple and suck briefly, teasing each breast in turn to work you up even more.

“Don’t think. Just feel. Release all thoughts. Cum for me.”

“Jeeeeeezzzzzzuzzzzzz!”

You came ferociously, clenching around Bucky and causing him to pulse inside you.

“Thaaat’s a good girl.”

He did not let up on your clit and drew your pleasure out until you were a complete mess on his lap.

Bucky licked a stripe up the middle of you, from your belly button to your cheek as you lay back in is arms, cock drunk, and still impaled on his very stiff dick.

“You tastes so fucking good, Doll. Tasted you in my dreams last night.”

You your surprise, he stood up, holding you and turned around to place you on the couch. The fine leather stuck to your sweaty skin, but you didn’t care.

“I don’t want to service you anymore.”

Bucky started pumping and telling you how he felt. All you could do was moan in response.

“Want to make love to you.”

He watched your fucked out face and started stroking more insistently.

“Of course, if you were mine, I’d service you anytime you needed it. Give you everything your heart, mind, pussy, body could want…”

“Yes, Bucky… yessssss.”

You were blissed out, hearing and feeling all the sensations you wanted at the moment.

“What are you doing to me doll?”

Bucky’s eyes moved from where you two were connected to your face.

“So beautiful…”

He grabbed your hand from where it was resting on his abs, picked it up, and brought it to his mouth, kissing your palm. Your back arched at the added sensation of his lips on your hand and the long fingers on his other hand grabbed your hip as he continued.

Bucky’s ice blue eyes were watching you as yours closed in ecstasy.

“Yes.”

He started moving your hip, long fingers digging in and sure to leave a bruise.

“You like this? Like how I’m giving it to you? You deserve it. Such a good girl.”

“Mmmmhmmm.”

You started moving, loving the feel of the wiry hairs at the base of his cock against your clit.

“Feels so good. Feels like this dick is mine.”

Bucky’s eyes were focused on yours now. He held your stare, which bloomed new warmth in your belly.

“You want it to be yours?”

You didn't answer, just bit your lip and nodded.

Bucky’s hand snaked up behind you and grabbed the hair at your nape, causing your neck to bend and your body to arch backward.

He admired your form and the way your breasts moved as you did. You could feel him swell impossibly more than he already was.

“I’m trying to be gentle. Sweet and slow. Like a good girl should be fucked .But you just make me want to… make me wanna fuck you. Like…”

Bucky groaned and squeezed your hip.

“Take it, Bucky. It’s yours.This pussy is alll yours.”

You rotated your hips so as to feel all of him, and which caused him to spurt a little inside you.

“You trying to make you cum inside you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

You moaned as Bucky’s hand came around and grasped your throat skillfully. His other hand grows and pinched your nipples, causing your hips to move wildly.

“There’s my bad girl. Damn. I think I…..”

“Y-yes Sir?”

Bucky almost let it slip.

“I think I wanna cum inside.”

He leaned down to whisper into your ear. That voice making you clench harder around him.

“Would you like that? Hot load of cum in your tight little snatch?”

“Oh, ohhhh shittt. Yes!”

“So fucking pretty when you’re needy, Doll.”

The combination of filth and praise sent your over the edge and you detonated around him, causing Bucky to hike your knee over his elbow and start chasing his own end.

“I can’t… No. I won’t deny myself any longer. I want this. I want you and I’m gonna. Shit can I? Can I please cum inside?”

Bucky begging got you hot and bothered again. You nodded vigorously.

“Please, I want it too!”

“Circle that clit for me. Circlie it. Cum again for me just one… fuck, just once moreeeee!”

Bucky came inside you with a shout, shooting hot ropes of cum onto your cervix. You came when you felt that and as Bucky pumped like a jackrabbit inside you.

“Holy shit.”

He chuckled in your ear.

You curled yourself around Bucky and gladly accepted his weight for a few minutes. Then, he lifted himself off of you and knelt on the floor.

“Was that? Was that okay? Did you really want this?”

Bucky looked so earnest. You nodded.

“Yes Bucky. And I want more.”

You bit your lip as he smiled down at you.

“Wanna spend the night?”

You shook your head.

“No.”

Bucky’s smile dropped. You put your hand on his cheek..

“It’s practically morning. I’ll sleep over and let you feed me breakfast later. And then we’ll talk about spending the night.”

“Anything that’ll make you smile, Doll.”

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Thanks for the tag @maroonsunrise83!

This is the last line I’ve written on my draft for the next part of The Playlist Series, Bucky Charms.

Shoutout to @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 😘

“Of course, if you were mine, I’d service you any time you need.”

Tagging: @elocinnicole @wreakhavoconmacroissantdiggs @lovebittenbyevans anyone and everyone!

Last Line WIP Game - post the last line you wrote and tag the same number of people as there are words

tagged by @voxofthevoid 😘😘

Nolan wants to scream until there’s no noise left in his body.

from the forbidden pining!nolan fic that I said I wouldn’t write

this is possibly the shortest sentence i’ve ever written that’s not two words of dialog but uhhhhh here’s a few i don’t like to follow the rules anyway: no pressure tagging @piratetattoos @lostcol @pray-for-sound @jbarneswilson @onward–upward

#tag game #series: the playlist #the playlist series #ceo! bucky x journalist! reader #ceo! bucky x black journalist reader #CEO! Bucky #ceo!bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut

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I posted 3,150 times in 2022

572 posts created (18%)

2,578 posts reblogged (82%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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I tagged 2,157 of my posts in 2022

Only 32% of my posts had no tags

#ask dj - 999 posts

#chris evans - 952 posts

#chris evans smut - 585 posts

#chris evans imagine - 555 posts

#chris evans x female reader - 433 posts

#chris evans x reader - 418 posts

#chris evans x black reader - 414 posts

#bucky barnes - 196 posts

#steve rogers - 192 posts

#sebastian stan - 173 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#don’t ya just love it when you stan someone for being skilled or pretty and then it turns out they’re gloriously thoughtful and articulate

My Top Posts in 2022:

The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: more than 3K

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Steve, Sam and Natasha, pining playlists, jealousy, flirting, voyeurism, eavesdropping, cybersex, dirty talk, unknown? masturbation for an audience, running for pleasure, degradation kink, definite Dom/sub elements, orgasm denial, edging, narrated masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up), pulling out, after care, pining, manipulation, mention of loss, surveillance, Dark Bucky.

A/N: I meant to put this out on the weekend, but instead I went outside, lol. This is part of the Playlist Series. Read the previous part, Chill, Buck. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thanks you both! 🥰 please leave feedback, like and reblog. It helps to inspire me. 😊

The playlist is real and is linked here!

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Customer Service

Paring: Chris Evans x Interior Designer Reader

Word count: around 3K

Summary: Chris needs you to complete what is missing in his bedroom decor.

Warnings: 18+ Absolutely MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUTTY SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Pining, employer/employee relationship, up skirting (w/consent?), white panty kink, fingering, oral sex (f receiving) squirting, graphic mirror sex, p in v, sex standing up, creampie, good girl kink, Dom Chris if you squint, implied blow job. Unprotected sex. (Wrap if you tap).

Author’s note: I guess maybe I’m back? Idk. It’s been a while. Let me know what you think.

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The Perfect Shot

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Reader

Summary: It’s just another day at work as Lloyd’s intern.

Word Count: around 1K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. Not Beta’d, RPF. SMUT! This is dark. Read at your own risk. As you know, Lloyd is a prick. Reader has issues. Employer/Employee imbalance of power, degradation kink, references to choking during sex, revenge porn, sex made public without consent, nipple play, rough sex, fingering, clit slapping, p in v, cum play, implied oral (m receiving). Just pwp.

A/N: This is in response to a challenge from muse @maroonsunrise83. She just says a word and I go. 🤗

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Hi- may I ask for an angsty mix with Chris Evans x reader: she was very open with affection- hugs, smiles, caressing, cuddles, kisses -it did not matter when and where! After her boyfriend comes back from a particularly long day on set, he is exhausted, and do not even respond to her ways of saying "I love you". And that had reader thinking: perhaps she was too clingy? So the following weeks she gave him more space and more alone time, in her caring attempt not to smother her boyfriend... Without knowing how much it hurt him...

It’s Over

Paring: Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: If you two had communicated, this wouldn’t be happening.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI. RPF, SMUT, ANGST. Not Beta’d. Clueless Chris, clueless reader. Anxiety, insecurities in self and relationship, thirst traps, lack of communication, thoughts of cheating, jealousy, vibrators, masturbation for an audience, oral (both receiving) cum play, breast play, clit play, raw sex, praise, dirty talk, begging, creampie, a lil bit of breeding kink.

A/N: Hope you like it @scorpionchild81 Let me know!

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My #1 post of 2022

Try a Little Tenderness

Paring: Mob Boss! Steve Rogers x Reader

Word count: 3.7 K

Summary: Steve can’t win you with presents. He’s got to try a little tenderness.

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, Lil bit of ANGST. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Pining, flirting, organized crime, implied ice skating, teasing, former jerky boyfiend, inexperienced reader, nipple play, oral (both receiving) p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it up!) breeding kink, size kink, crying during sex, violence (due to mob world).

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on this ask.

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Playlist: Bucky Runs

Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Playlist: Chill, Buck

Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Playlist: Fucking Bucky

Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Playlist: Bucky Charms

Last night was… intense. But can Bucky reel you in for more than just sex? Or is he the one that’s going to get caught up?

Thank you @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy for the major heavy lifting on the playlists. Love you guys! 😘

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Playlist: Chill, Buck

Summary: Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Pairing: CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, SMUT. Minors DNI. Slow burn, running for pleasure, playlists meet cute, pining, possible fixation, possible manipulation, mention of death, mention of loss, concerned Steve and Sam, possible dark Bucky. The boomerang, masturbation, use of sex toy, fantasy, Dom/sub dynamics of you squint, wishing and hoping.

A/N: I’ve been sad and haven’t written in a couple of week, but, turns out I am a serial serialist, lmao.🤣 Read the previous part, Bucky Runs. @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 are my exquisite muses who created the Bucky Runs and Chill, Buck playlists, with more to come. 😉 Thank you Gemma for the title for this one. Thanks you both, my loves! 🥰

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Running with a good playlist did make all the difference. Music was the reason that your feet seemed to be flying as you jogged that evening.

Certainly not thoughts of Bucky Barnes.

That situation just wasn’t meant to be.

Since you turned down his request for a date that afternoon, you decided to shake yourself out of any silly dreams of anything happening with him. After all, you had a professional relationship, an acquaintance, really, and nothing more.

Your attraction to him meant nothing.

And him asking you out meant nothing either. He was probably just trying to have a good time and never call again. Goodness knows that he probably had his pick of women, and NDAs, on hand.

Then there was his past to consider.

No, turning down dinner with him was the right choice and so was moving on. You weren’t even going to text him about the playlist like you promised. Better to contact Romanoff about the interview and keep it moving.

You were still convincing yourself that curving Bucky was the right choice when you turned into Fulton Ferry Park and thought you saw a mirage. There he was, jogging toward you, conjured up by your internal debate.

He looked good. Tanned and sweaty, mouth slightly open, eyes on you, thighs out. Your eyes scanned down his body and your own actually clenched while running.

The audacity.

You shook your head. Did he really think that this was going to work? You prepared the let down speech in your head for when he would invariably stop to talk. No matter how fine he was, he wasn’t going to stalk you into a date.

Bucky approached and appraised your body. You were wearing running gear that supported you, but the way the impact of your steps made your body move made him lick his lips.

Bucky was imagining the possibilities.

He came near with a slight smile. You kept on pace to meet him, but he didn’t slow down as you expected him to. He just moved to the side and tossed two fingers at you in a half wave.

“Hey,” was all Bucky uttered as he ran past you.

You were in shock that he didn’t stop and reflexively almost turned around to run after him and the waft of sweat, musk, and sandalwood that he left behind.

You nearly ran into an older man walking his dog as you craned your neck to watch Bucky’s retreating back.

You were shook.

Bucky went from asking you out to virtually ignoring you.

You definitely felt some kind of way about it, but the anger you felt propelled your feet, and you finished with your best time to date.

You stormed into your apartment and flopped down at your desk.

“What just happened?,” you asked your closed laptop.

But your ire calmed as you edited the interview and remembered how charming and genuine he’d been

“Off the record? Please?”

Bucky’s vulnerability made you soft again. In all the right places.

When you finished, you sat back and reviewed the day in your head. Surely, you weren’t tripping. There had been a connection between you two. Right?

Bucky had you so confused up from a 10 second encounter in the park where he barely said one word to you. It had to be calculated.

You were right not to go to dinner with him.

Nevertheless, you turned on the volume on your phone to make sure you didn’t miss another text from…anyone.

That evening, after you wrote some copy and did voice overs, wrapping up the interview package, you took to the bath. You thought of Bucky again, this time cuming more intensely because you’d actually talked to him, knew his name and bore the sexual frustration he’d birthed in you. However, you couldn’t get satisfaction from your toy tonight.

What was Bucky Barnes doing to you?

It was all you thought about as you fell asleep that night.

Bucky closed his eyes as he pushed his cock into the tight hole. You were ready and waiting for him, spread out gloriously beneath him. His plan had worked and you’d called him at 3 am, all hot and bothered. He rushed to your place and practically jumped into your waiting pussy.

“Fuck! Y/N…,” Bucky groaned as he immediately started stroking away.

“After you cum inside me, I’m gonna clean you up real good. Gonna make your cock mine, baby.”

Your blissed out voice was everything he’d imagined, and the look of your beautiful wet lips as you licked him caused his cock to twitch even though it was occupied.

Bucky couldn’t hold himself back and he released, spurting out enough cum to make it drip out around his balls.

“Clean these up too, Doll,”

Bucky groaned as he gripped his sac as it emptied. He winced as he pulled out of the sex toy and sat down on the side of the tub.

What a poor substitute for you, he thought as he cleaned up.

Bucky stepped into the shower, hot water raining down on his head as he thought of his next move.

He’d have to remind Natasha to speed up the relocation of the tenants on Plymouth Avenue. He needed next to you, and fast.

Next week when Steve returned, he stalked into the office he shared with Bucky and Sam after Nat briefed him on the situation.

“Hello, Punk.”

Bucky’s salutation slowed him down.

Bucky hadn’t looked up from his laptop, and his EarPods were turned up full blast, but he knew Steve was there. He turned down his music.

Rogers smiled despite himself. The childhood greeting from Bucky was now a rare occasion. The rare occasion that Bucky was in a good mood.

“Jerk.”

Steve laughed at his best friend.

“What the hell are you up to?”

He finally looked up from his work and took off his glasses, leaning back in his chair and smirking. He looked almost like the old Bucky.

“Making you millions of dollars. What are you up to, Pretty Boy?”

He sounded like the old Bucky. Steve sat on the edge of Bucky’s desk.

“This girl must be pretty special to put you in this kind of mood, but Nat told me what you’ve been doing. Buck…”

Bucky straightened up and narrowed his eyes at Steve.

“If you’re referring to YN LN, then that woman is special.”

Bucky looked out over the New York skyline toward the Brooklyn Bridge and DUMBO, where you were.

“Is it okay if I have a life again?”

Steve looked into his friends eyes and sighed. His voice was low, even though he thought he and Bucky were alone.

“I want nothing more for you, Buck, but not like this. Ever since Sarah…”

“The fuck are you two bone heads talking about?”

Sam’s voice boomed across the space. Bucky stood up, fidgeting. Sarah had been Sam’s sister and his wife. Now was not the time.

“Hey Sam! Feeling better?”

Steve was nothing but smiles for his other best friend, the consummate golden boy.

“I was, until Nat briefed me on what was up.”

Sam turned to Bucky.

“You good, Jay?”

Bucky closed his eyes at the name that only Sarah called him. His former brother in law was doing it on purpose. Nat had a big mouth.

“We need to fire the redhead.”

Steve snorted.

“Natasha Romanoff owns all of us. She knows where all the bodies are buried.”

“Literally,” quipped Sam.

Bucky remained silent and stared at the approximate location of your apartment. He didn’t want to think about dead bodies, just a future with you.

“Listen, Buck. It’s about time you moved on…”

Bucky closed his eyes at the crack in Sam’s voice. He knew he missed her too.

“But—“

Bucky turned around.

“But what Samuel?”

Sam snapped his mouth closed. Sarah had been the only one to call him that.

“Just…”

Sam looked out of the window himself. Then he looked back at his friend.

Bucky turned on a smile and pointed it at his two worried friends.

“I’m just doing a little recon. You two know better than anyone the types of women who show up in our lives. Just want to make sure…”

Steve sighed.

“We get it. But like Sam said. Just…”

Sam spoke up again.

“Chill, Buck.”

Bucky smiled brighter for them and spread his hands.

“I’m chillin…”

“Unh hunh. Like a villain.”

Sam shook his head and chuckled as Steve took off his suit coat and went to review the files on his desk.

Bucky raised his eyebrow at Sam as he sat back down and turned his music up again.

You didn’t see or hear from Bucky for about two weeks, even after you called Natasha and told her of the publication date for the piece. And you weren’t disappointed.

Not at all.

In the back of your mind you thought that after the interview aired, Bucky would ask you out again, which of course you would refuse. (Even though it might not be inappropriate because the business between you was over.)

But he didn’t. Maybe you were right about him.

You decided to just move on with your life, although a certain pair of sky blue eyes haunted your fantasies and dreams for about ten days.

One morning you were in your neighborhood coffee shop, deep into your phone when you stepped up to order. For some reason you felt the hair on the back of your neck raise as you stepped to the side to wait for your drink.

You bumped into the person next to you and turned your head to apologize. You couldn’t help but gasp.

The unmitigated gall.

You closed your mouth without saying a word and stared in front of you as you shook your head.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”

His velvet voice near your ear was kinda dope. But you weren’t going out like this. You took a deep breath and then turned back to Bucky.

“Yes. I fully agree. We’ve got to stop meeting.”

Bucky’s expression was a little hurt and you could have kicked yourself. You sighed.

“I’m sorry. How are you?”

He smiled sweetly at you, thrilled that you were reacting as he’d hoped.

“I’m better now.”

You were blinded by his smile, but recovered and checked him out. Damn, he looked good. The blue of his dress shirt matched his eyes. Those fucking glasses. Looking like a NILF. Bucky was attractive as hell.

“James!”

The barista called Bucky’s name and he stepped up for his coffee. That gave you a moment to think.

He turned around and you had questions.

“What are you doing here?”

He looked confused.

“Getting… a macchiato?”

He held up his drink and pushed his glasses up with his thick middle finger. You bit your lip. Bucky wanted to bite it too.

Patience.

“Yeah. But why in my neighborhood? Are you stalking me? After virtually ignoring me the other day?”

The smile on Bucky’s face fell.

“Y/N!”

You stepped to the counter to get your iced chai tea latte. Bucky was still there behind you, admiring the view. You turned back to him and he fixed his face and gracefully backed up as you walked toward the door.

“I’m sorry, but you made it quite clear that you didn’t want anything more from me when you didn’t contact me about the interview or even the playlist. I’m chilling, as the young folks say. I’m not stalking you. Or ignoring you. I’m just trying to live my life. I’ve recently moved into my new brownstone over on Plymouth street.”

He gestured with his hand in the general direction of his new home. You stopped walking and pulled your eyes away from his thick fingers to his face. He looked annoyed.

That did things to you.

Bucky was still amiable with you, but with an edge. You sensed a delicious danger, but you couldn’t stop. You shook your head to clear it and crossed your arms to hide your rock hard nipples.

“That’s only a couple of blocks from me. I don’t believe that’s not pre-planned.”

Bucky moved closer to you, his voice lowered and a little menacing, a magnetic field activated by his proximity. You wanted to drop to your knees. But you just took a sip of your drink and swallowed that instead.

Bucky was aware of his affect on you, so he turned it up as he leaned closer. Damn, you made him hard as fuck.

“Do you know how long it takes to find and close on a property in New York? 30 days at a minimum, just for closing. This was in the works long before you showed up in my office, Ms. YLN.”

You were shaking, but not from fear. Bucky took in your trembling lips and wide eyes and wanted to take you right there. He licked that bottom lip of his and you had visions of what that mouth did. Bucky nodded his head.

“Oh. I get it. You want me to pursue you so that you can reject me again.”

Bucky read you like a book.

“You don’t need to worry. I won’t contact you again.”

He raised his drink toward his mouth but stopped, trapping your eyes there. You were almost panting. And definitely wet.

“Unless you ask me to.”

You wanted to cry with need, but you laughed instead.

“I thought you said you were chilling, Mr. Barnes. I won’t ask you. For anything. Trust.”

He was smirking at you as your eyes flashed at him. He read the scene in your eyes. In that moment, he knew what you needed. The way you said ‘Mr. Barnes,’ with that breathy, moany voice. Hell yeah.

You read his eyes too and knew exactly what he was thinking. But you’d be damned if you begged Bucky Barnes.

At the same time, it became Bucky’s life mission. He wanted to hear you beg for him to fuck you, to eat you out, to make you cum, to stop making you cum… Damn. He cleared his throat.

“Duly noted.”

Bucky allowed his eyes to rake down your form as he took a sip of his drink. He did not miss your nipples which were pointed right at him and the way your thighs were clenched together in your form fitting pants. He licked the foam from his lips to remind you that if you wanted to smother him in you, he’d make good use of the opportunity.

Your eyes widened and your lips parted. Partly in rage, partly in desire, and partly in surprise at his game. This was a different Bucky than two weeks ago. You didn’t know if you could say no if he asked you out again.

But he didn’t ask you out again.

“Have a nice day, Ms. YLN.”

“Have a nice life, Mr. Barnes.”

Your tone was clipped as you turned on your heel and walked out of the cafe, murder and desire in your veins and a sway in your hips. You were vindicated when you looked over your shoulder and saw him watching it.

God he made you angry. Everything on your body was hard because of him, your nipples, your clit, and your heart. But he was not going to win this little game he was playing.

You were frustrated and irritable all day as you were trying to write, and had to postpone an interview because you were not in the right headspace.

Fucking James Buchanan Barnes. He was a menace.

You stared at the thumbnail to your interview with him and decided something.

You filed the post, and then went to your phone and went to his contact to delete it. Then you went to his socials, to block him there as well, even though he hadn’t tweeted or posted himself in years. You closed out twitter and then went to IG, noticing a new post. It had over 100K views in just an hour.

It was a video of Bucky running, and then stopping and stretching.

“New series of posts. My run playlists.I haven’t gotten much positive feedback from who they were intended, so why not make them public?”

His little rueful smile did things to you. He was so fucking cute, all sweaty and glistening in his muscle shirt and shorts.

“In this first post, you get a twofer. My first playlist is called, Bucky Runs. I think it’s good if you want to keep your pace up.”

You bit your lip as he continued, squinting into the camera against the setting sun in his eyes. So damn fine.

“This second one is brand new, today. It’s called, Chill, Buck. And I made it to remind myself to….”

Bucky looked off to the right of the camera.

“To remind myself to cool down after I run.”

He looked like a lost little boy and your heart clenched. You felt like a jerk.

“Hope you enjoy. ‘Night.”

Bucky smiled and the post ended. You chewed your lip as you clicked on the latest playlist.

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I am so touched at this. Thank you! I’m am so thrilled that you liked it, and this much.

Just… Thank you! ♥️♥️

Playlist: Bucky Runs

Summary: Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Pairing: CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Running for pleasure, meet cute, pining, anxious Bucky, possible darkish Bucky. Masturbation in a bathtub, sex toy, flirting and fantasizing.

A/N: I reallly tried to make this a one shot, but I stressed myself out, so here it is, part one.🫣 I really owe everything to @ysmmsy and @blackwidownat2814 who created the Bucky Runs playlist. Thanks you, loves! 🥰

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You looked down at your watch to make sure you were on pace. You needed to decrease your time so that you could finish the 5K in under 30 minutes. Your first race was coming up in another month and you wanted to be in good enough shape, but it was hard.

“Ooof!”

“Hey!”

All of a sudden, you collided with a brick wall and then someone grabbed you. You were dazed for a moment and then looked up into the most gorgeous blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“Oh!”

You were in the embrace of a tall, dark haired man, who was very warm and who smelled very good. A mixture of sweat, musk, and sandalwood. You were dazed for a minute and put your arms around him.

You held on for a moment, then you remembered yourself and pulled away, wiping the sweat from your brow, shaken. You were sure you looked horrible and that he was horrified.

“Are you okay?” Those ocean blues searched yours. “I’m sorry that I nearly knocked you down, I was checking my time.”

That voice. That smile.

“Oh no. It was my fault. I was looking at my watch too. I should have been more aware.”

Bucky was very aware of you at this moment. Your body in your jogging shorts and tank top was just his type. Your face was glowing and beautiful and he felt the crazy urge to kiss you in order to apologize. He licked his lips. He was glad that he chose different scenery for this evening’s run. DUMBO was nice, but tonight it was gorgeous.

You looked down at your watch again.

“Shit!”

You cursed under your breath and started moving again.

“Off pace. I have to keep going. I hope you’re okay!”

You waved at him when you jogged away.

Bucky should have said something, but he just stood there and watched you leave, his heart beating erratically. What a sight to behold. Then, he started running again, trying to forget the feel of you in his arms.

“Let me just… lick the sweat off your pussy.”

You giggled as the he reached for your running shorts and you swatted his hands away.

“Ew. No.”

You were refusing, but biting your lip and your eyes were twinkling. He knew what you wanted. Him to beg.

“Please.”

That voice got you ready for the onslaught you knew was about to happen.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

He licked his bottom lip, hot tongue on that mouth.

You wrinkled your nose at him, looking into at his beautiful blue eyes.

“You really wanna…”

“Yes. Feel how hard I am for you.”

You reached out your hand and felt his rock hard erection. It was your turn to lick your lips. He saw your reaction and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Let me tear that cherry out.”

He grabbed your shorts again and pulled them down.

“I’m going to suck this clit so good, you won’t remember your own name. Or mine.”

“Promise?”

He grinned as he parted your thighs and without preamble began to suck your clit like a machine. You came in no time, and loudly, your cries echoing off the bathroom walls. Your toes curled and your back arched, sloshing water on the tile floor.

You slowly opened your eyes and put your clit sucker toy on the edge of the bath, sighing to yourself.

If only you had gotten Running Man’s name, maybe… Nah. He’d never be attracted to you. You would have to settle for the feel of his body against yours for those few seconds. It was enough to help get you off. Still, it would be nice if you weren’t alone.

You toweled off and got into bed naked, enjoying the feel of the new sheets you bought yourself, surrendering to dreams of a mystery Running Man.

“…Don’t you think?”

It took Bucky a minute to realize that he hadn’t answered your question. He’d been too busy reeling from the realization that the journalist that was interviewing him this morning was you. He’d spent last night with thoughts of you, thinking he’d never see you again.

When you walked into his office and looked up at him, both of you froze as if you had collided again.

Your pretty now lipsticked mouth dropped open, forming a perfect ‘o’. He had to look away before he did something stupid, so he scanned down your body and saw that you were wearing a blazer over a free flowing dress. Bucky gulped. You were making things hard for him. He needed to see what was underneath.

“… You’re not… Mr… Wilson?”

You were confused, dismayed, and a little thrilled. How was this your life?

Bucky flushed and moved forward, extending his hand and trying to be professional. His heart was beating a mile a minute.

“No, Sam is sick.”

He smiled as he reached you and you stared at his hand like it was a fish.

“I’m his business partner, James Barnes.”

Bucky extended his hand a little further.

Oh shit, he thought. You hated him.

You finally noticed his hand and took it, shaking it firmly.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Glad to meet you.”

You smiled back at him, not acknowledging the previous evening.

“Mr. Barnes can speak to you over here, the windows will make for a good backdrop.”

You looked over at a red headed woman in a suit. You hadn’t even noticed anyone else was in the room.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, we spoke over the phone.”

You shook her hand, noticing that she was gorgeous.

“Yes, thank you for arranging this interview.”

As you set up your camera, everything clicked into place. James Bucky Barnes was the most reclusive of the three founders of CapTech, the billion dollar tech firm. Usually Sam Wilson or Steve Rogers did the press. Barnes hadn’t done an interview in over five years.

The last images of Bucky to be found included a lot more hair, yet this short haircut on him looked good. Really good. You told yourself to calm your thirst.

This was a lucky coincidence in more ways than one. The enigmatic co-creator of one of the most used apps in the world had long been an elusive interview catch. You had no idea that when you booked this interview that you’d luck up on Barnes.

This was a journalistic feat.

Bucky was beginning to be glad that he consented to this interview. Sam was in bed and Steve was putting out fires in London. They either had to cancel or Bucky had to do the interview, but after his run last night, He felt good today. After all, what could happen?

Nat told him that the journalist was new on the scene and would not likely go for the jugular. He could handle it. But the instant you walked in the room, Bucky’s heart went erratic.

“Yeah.. I …. Uhhhh.. I don’t think… I mean I do think that’s… that’s true.”

Damn, you had him fumbling his words trying to answer the questions about the impact of the latest CapTech project. He managed to get something out and you smiled again, which had him grinning like an idiot. You were stunning.

You blushed as James Buchanan Barnes smiled at you again. He was nice and down to earth, and his smile was everything. He was so handsome, his voice was a dream, and he was so kind. The fact that he kept licking his lips, his tongue darting out and around his mouth was making you feel some kind of way. And his eyes. They were a light blue so vivid that you wanted to skydive right into them.

But you tried to remain professional.

You questioned him about their latest app, company history, charitable endeavors, and then you went in.

“This is a tough time in the world. Mental heath is in the forefront these days and I know that for all appearances,you seem to be the handsome, brilliant, elusive creator living a life that everyone dreams of, but I know you work hard. What do you do to take care of yourself, to decompress?”

Bucky looked at you carefully. You seemed earnest and he could feel the sincerity emanating from you. But he was stuck on the fact that you thought he was handsome. And he was analyzing your last question. He had to be careful.

“Thank you for the compliments, but I wouldn’t say, my. My life is not….”

Bucky looked down at his pants and picked an imaginary piece of lint off of them. Your eyes were drawn to his thighs. Damn. But you wouldn’t be deterred. He looked back up at you and you had to catch your breath.

“And I’m not elusive.” He smiled weakly.

“C’mon. Your last interview was what? 2017?”

Bucky sighed, the anxiety shifting and then resettling in his stomach.

“I’ve been through… a lot and I am a private person. But, I hang out with my business partners and close circle of friends.”

Bucky’s circle was Steve, Sam, and Natasha. And of course, Alpine. With them he felt safe, protected. He’d not let anyone else in since… well, since before.

You heard the wistfulness in his voice and felt a pang of regret at your phrasing of the question. Bucky gazed at you and smiled. You responded in kind. He shifted in his seat, getting comfortable again when he saw the smile on your face and continued.

“To relax, I read, listen to good music, and try to get physical at least once a day.”

Your ears perked up at the apparent mention of a significant other that you couldn’t let pass. Your pulse quickened and you dared to ask the question.

“Who is the lucky person who gets physical time with you daily?”

Bucky was non-plussed.

“Usually it’s Steve, but our friends Sam and Nat get a taste as well. They all go down.”

He stared at your raised eyebrow when he realized the implication of his answer. You looked over at Romanoff who shook her head and smirked.

“Oh shit! NO! I meant physical as in exercise! Not… not that! No no no!”

He was keyed now, very animated. It was sort of cute and funny and you started laughing.

He laughed along nervously and ran his hand through his hair and over his mouth, which settled you down.

“I meant… We run nearly every day...we’re competitive…Shit.”

Bucky covered his face with his hand, beyond embarrassed.

“Do you always run with others?”

You were low key questioning last night. Bucky gave you a side smile.

“Most times, but like I said, Sam is sick and Steve is handling business in London.”

He glanced over at Romanoff.

“Nat had a… an engagement, so I ran alone last night. But you never know who you might run into when you’re out for a run.”

You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, redirecting the conversation.

“So I take it you always win, and that’s what you meant by they ‘go down?’”

Bucky was staring at your lips as you repeated his phrase. He had to shift in his seat and clear his throat.

“Yes. That’s what I meant.”

His voice was more gravelly now, and your nipples got hard. What was happening?

Bucky was wondering the same thing. Blood was leaving his brain. He crossed his legs, licking his lips.

“Off the record? Please?”

Bucky begging had you moist.

“Yes?”

The way you said it made his pants tighter.

“Don’t put that in the interview.”

Looking like a lost little boy and biting his lip would get Bucky anything he wanted from you.

You sighed, and straightened in your chair while Bucky’s cheeks got more heated.

“Okay, I’ll edit that part out.”

You two smiled at each other again.

“Answer the question again for me.”

That low, husky voice. Bucky would do anything for you.

He cleared his throat, paused, and reset.

“I stay balanced through reading, music and exercise. I try to run every day.”

You nodded, appearing as if you heard the information for the first time.

“I bet everyone would want to know your taste in books and music. And running is aggressive. I swear it’s underrated how hard running is.”

You two shared a look. Bucky thought back to the night before. You hadn’t been wearing AirPods.

“It can be, you just need a good playlist.”

His smile widened. This was the most game he’d had in a while. It seemed to come back to him naturally with you.

You thought about it for a second, forgetting that you were at work.

“You’re right. That can change everything. I only recently started running, and although it is hard, I’m becoming addicted to the endorphins. It’s really helping with stress management.”

Bucky was becoming addicted to you. He smiled again and then frowned at the thought of you being stressed.

You wondered what he was thinking. The expressions on his face were so hard to read. He seemed not pleased at the moment.

You remembered what you were here for, recovered and continued, each of you more at ease with the conversation at this point. By the time the interview was over, you’d spoken for almost an hour.

You stood up to pack up your camera.

“Thank you Mr. Barnes..”

“Call me Bucky!”

You smiled at him.

“It’s short for Buchanan. My friends call me that.”

He smiled at you hopefully.

“Okay, Bucky.”

“I have more than enough footage. It is a shame that it is just for a 5 minute segment. I will let Ms. Romanoff know when it will air.”

Bucky had forgotten all about Nat being in the room. He pulled out his phone.

“Let’s exchange contact info and you can contact me directly. Maybe we can work together on something more extensive later on…”

And then he licked his lips. You grew warm again.

Bucky could hear his heart thud in his ears as he waited for you to respond. You smiled slyly at him.

“Maybe so.”

Bucky stepped closer to you and you felt a pull toward him. You opened your mouth slightly to breathe as he leaned near you to exchange phones. Musk and sandalwood again. You were only missing the sweat.

You tried to hide your arousal as you stepped back.

“I’ll be in touch, Bucky.”

You walked slowly out of the door and to the elevator, not wanting to trip over your own feet. You were in a daze as you traveled down 89 stories.

Natasha was staring at Bucky, who was grinning at the closed door to his office.

“Wow. I haven’t seen you open up like that since 2007, Buck.”

Bucky glanced over at Nat, annoyed. His smile vanished.

“It’s nothing. She was a really good interviewer. A good journalist.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

“She’s decent, but you two talked about who you might be fucking and flirted over running playists. If she was good, she would have gone in for the kill on the mental health angle. What with the scandal…”

Natasha trailed off when Bucky stood up and walked toward the floor to ceiling wall of windows and looked out, impossibly trying to find you on the street.

“Do some research on her and compile a file. I’ve been thinking of writing a memoir.”

“A memoir?”

Natasha didn’t bother to hide her incredulity. Bucky didn’t ever reveal himself to anyone outside the circle.

“Natasha.”

Bucky turned and looked at Nat, sending an icy blue glare her way. She knew better than to argue when he was like this.

She sighed.

“Yes, Boss. I’m on it.”

Bucky watched her leave and then pulled out his phone and started composing a text. To you.

Here’s my running playlist. I hope it helps calm your aggressive endeavors.

When he pressed send, Bucky felt better than he had in a long time. Suddenly, everything felt easy.

You were waiting for your ride when your phone buzzed. Your mouth dropped open and you looked back up at the building, as if you could see Bucky.

You started smiling as you put your earpods in and clicked on the link, silently tripping that he texted you and so soon.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath as you responded.

Thank you. I will use it this evening.

You saw that he was responding right away. This man was playing no games.

Speaking of this evening, I want to make last night’s run-in up to you. Are you free for dinner tonight after your run? Celestine in DUMBO at 8?

You saw your ride arrived, verified the driver and got in, thinking how you should respond. Your interview wasn’t even edited, much less aired. This wasn’t professional.

I don’t think that is a good idea. But thank you for the playlist.

Bucky was more than disappointed, but he had an idea.

No worries. Let me know how you like it.

You left him on read and then put your phone in your bag, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Running would be a good distraction tonight. It would put James Buchanan Barnes out of your head.

Bucky had other plans for you tonight. You wouldn’t run away that easily.

Let me know what you think. Really. Truly.

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ramp-it-up · 2 years ago

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Wait wait wait-

So Bucky was acting like he was having fun with someone else while trader was watching? He set her up?

Trader = The reader?

Yes, Bucky was just acting for the reader when she “caught” him having cybersex.

Read The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

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The Playlist: F*cking Bucky

Summary: Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Pairing: Dark CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: more than 3K

The playlist is real and is linked here!

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“Hell no, Max.”

Your agent, Maxine Shaw, just offered you a ridiculous amount of money for a writing gig. It was right up your alley as you had background knowledge on the subject.

The only problem was that it involved working very closely with James Buchanan Barnes.

“First of all, one month? That's an impossible timeline. Second, Barnes is an asshole.”

That wasn’t exactly true, he was just annoying, but you felt hyperbole was appropriate for this situation.

Max leaned back in her chair, narrowing her eyes.

“You’re going to turn down this amount of money for a cake job? I’m told he already has a manuscript, you’d basically be an editor and gap filler.”

Max stared at you, incredulous.

“This isn’t ghostwriting, you would get a legitimate byline. A story about Barnes is sure to be a bestseller.”

Then she leaned forward and really scrutinized you.

“Romanoff said you might not be up to it. I laughed in her face. Was she right?”

You opened and then closed your mouth, face heating up. Telling you that you couldn’t accomplish something was a sure fire way to get you to do that something.

But surely Natasha didn’t know that.

You raised your chin.

“Send me the info.”

Bucky walked into the room at 8:30 am, exactly the same time he did everyday, when he was confident that he would be the first to arrive. Sam and Steve usually didn’t arrive until 9. He liked his quiet time.

This morning, however, he was greeted with laughter in the room and Natasha waiting for him as the elevator opened.

“Morning, Boss.”

She handed Bucky some files and watched as he stared at the scene in front of him: you sandwiched between Sam and Steve on the couch.

“Well, hello, Buck! I see you finally made it in this morning.”

Steve stood up first, then Sam who grinned at Bucky, who only had eyes for you.

Bucky raised his eyebrow as he came toward you, then stopped short of being able to reach out and touch.

He took you in as he approached. You were wearing a wrap dress that showcased your figure nicely. Almost too nicely. You looked amazing. He knew his friends and he knew they had already checked you out. Possessiveness coursed through Bucky’s body as he looked down at you.

That little jaw clench and the glare in Bucky’s eye did things to you. You felt as if you were in trouble.

And why did that make you wet?

“To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Bucky addressed you as you looked up at him, staring at him with those damn doe eyes. You looked a little scared. It made him want to pull you into the bathroom and…He cleared his throat.

“Ms. YLN wanted to begin her work with you by interviewing your two best friends who also happen to be the COO and the CFO of CapTech. We were just about to start breakfast.”

Bucky scanned the room to see the dining table set up with quite the spread.

“Begin her work?”

Although he was responding to Nat’s statement, he was looking straight at you.

“I’m beginning my work on the memoir. Background information.”

Bucky looked confused for a moment, then he turned to Natasha.

“Ah, the memoir. I didn't realize we’d decided on the writer for that.”

Natasha was nonplussed. She shrugged.

“Well, YN did such a fantastic job on the profile that I thought she deserved first shot at this.”

Bucky looked annoyed, but then looked back at you.

“Of course. I hope you didn’t feel pressured.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t seem to want you to do this. Well, fuck him. You drew yourself up to your full height, which in heels was four inches shorter than him.

“The contracts are signed, Mr. Barnes. But if you want to break them…”

“I’m not sure we can afford that,” interjected Sam, ever the CFO. “That’s not a good financial plan.”

Then he turned to you, smile blinding. You couldn’t help but smile back at him.

“I guess you’re right, Mr. Wilson. Because I would hold you to the termination fee.”

Bucky scowled as your tone changed to playful. Steve was already at the table pulling out your chair.

“Okay. Sam has been monopolizing your time all morning, let’s talk about what it takes to operate this company day to day…”

You chuckled and shook your head as you sat down, Sam and Steve flanking you at the table. Bucky simmered as you held court with his buddies. He watched and listened to the conversation through narrowed eyes.

“…we got into quite a few scraps when we were kids in Brooklyn, isn’t that right , Buck?”

“That’s right.”

Bucky sipped his coffee and then responded.

“Did Steve tell you that he weighed 90 pounds when we graduated high school?”

“Low blow…” you heard Sam say as he coughed.

You glared at Bucky, then turned to appraise Steve.

“Well, looks like he filled out nicely.”

You put your hand on Steve’s arm and he flexed for you. You didn’t have to pretend to be impressed at the muscles underneath his suit coat.

Bucky felt both like an asshole for the jab at Steve, and a tongue tied fool, because he couldn’t find anything civil to say when his buddies were blatantly flirting with you. And when you were flirting back.

Another half hour of conversation with Sam and Steve gained you some information for the direction you wanted to steer the memoir. The only problem was, you hadn’t read what Bucky had written. When Sam and Steve and Nat excused themselves for their 10 o’clock meeting, Bucky walked you to the door.

“I know that you don’t want me to take this job, but I have some good ideas if you let me read your manuscript….”

Bucky held up his hand.

“Wait. You know what now?”

You drew yourself up to your full height.

“Well, I…”

You stopped for a moment and looked him in the eyes.

“I know you said you wouldn’t ask me for anything ever again. And I know that Ms. Romanoff presented this to my agent, so I won’t charge you the termination fee..”

Bucky interrupted you again.

“I was referring to asking you anything… personal.”

Bucky’s eyes told the story. He’d just accepted your curve. So why were you disappointed?

“You are a very talented writer. Of course I want you to do this.”

Bucky looked down at the floor and your cute toes in your open toed heels.

When he looked back up at you, the little boy was back.

“I just felt…

Bucky paused and you felt as if you’d tripped and fallen into the pools of his eyes.

“Natasha didn’t let me know she had asked you so soon…”

“Oh…”

After you said it, you realized that you had been holding your breath. You took in air and watched his mouth quirk up on one side.

“I see. You wanted to be in control of the situation.”

Bucky’s look changed; sky blue eyes turned grey.

“I do like being in control.”

All of a sudden, you couldn’t breathe again.

Maybe you liked him being in control too, the way your body was responding. Your mouth opened wider and your eyes dilated.

Bucky noticed your reaction but just took note, raised his eyebrow, and barreled ahead. You’d just given him the key to unlock the puzzle of you. His mind whirred with a plan.

“I have a home office in my brownstone. I work on my story there. Sam and Steve are… distracting.”

Sam who? Steve what? There was no other man on the earth right now.

Bucky was thinking there was no other woman but you. He cleared his throat.

“The only working copy of my manuscript is on my encrypted computer there, along with the only hard copies. We will work there.”

You hesitated before answering, and Bucky filled the void.

“I’ll send you the address and also the code to the door.”

Bucky leaned toward you and you thought he was going to kiss you, but he swerved and pressed the down button on the elevator.

This man.

“I’ll see you in the afternoon? I’ll take a late lunch and go home early. 3pm or 4pm?”

Bucky looked at you intently as you struggled to think. He was so cute.

“3 pm it is,” He chuckled, replying only when you didn't answer.

You stepped backward into the elevator when you heard the door open.

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky smirked as the doors closed. He turned to face Sam and Steve and the barrage that he knew was coming.

That afternoon, you carefully read the code that Bucky texted you when you arrived at his Brownstone. It was not very far at all from your apartment. How convenient, you thought. You admired the nice dark brick facade and the surrounding neighborhood. Very nice.

You entered the code on the door and pushed the heavy oak door open.

Inside, Bucky’s place was immaculate. From the piano, to the large windows, to the high ceilings and natural wood, you could tell that only the finest materials had been used. You smelled fresh paint, but also a fresh clean linen scent.

You looked around the place and did not see a trace of Bucky’s former life except for a picture of him and Sam and Steve when they were younger.

You heard what you thought was a groan from the other room. You stopped moving and listened for it again. When you heard it, you moved toward the sound, hoping that no one was hurt.

“You are killing me, Doll.”

It was Bucky’s voice, and you thought you heard a smile in it. You stopped in the hallway and listened further.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I wanna see all of you. You wanna do that for me? Show me allll of you?”

You listened and quickly surmised that Bucky was talking to someone who wasn’t in the room. And he was doing more than talking.

Your cheeks heated and you felt some kind of way, but then you thought, this was his house, he was a man, and he had needs. And you’d rejected him. You couldn’t be mad. Could you?

Besides, you were the one in the wrong by eavesdropping. You tried to quietly go back out to the entryway.

“Stop! Don’t move.”

You froze, thinking you’d been caught.

“I need to see that pussy weep for me. Can you show me how I make you feel Doll? I can tell that you want me from the look on that pretty little face. Show me what is mine. I’ll show you what is yours.

You couldn’t help but peek around the corner, and had to cover your mouth in shock. Bucky was stroking himself!

You pressed yourself up against the wall and closed your eyes, mortified. But then what you saw registered in your brain.

Bucky Barnes was hung like a horse.

You clenched your thighs together and bit your lip. Surely, you were mistaken. You had to look again.

This time, you stayed long enough to verify what you saw. Bucky’s large hand was wrapped around a beautiful specimen of a cock. He had earbuds in and was staring at a laptop screen, showing whomever he was talking to what he was working with.

That lucky bitch.

“You want this dick?”

You peered around the corner and saw Bucky holding his cock up and pointing it at the computer. You could help but stare, because even across the room, you could tell it was huge, uncut, tan and veiny, the shiny head appearing and reappearing as he slowly jacked it.

‘I want it bad,’ you thought, and licked your lips. Then you bit your bottom lip, surprised at yourself.

“Ahhhh, shitt! I love when you do that. Touch yourself for me, please Doll?”

You straightened up again, heart beating a mile a minute. Why did you have the urge to do what he was commanding? You closed your eyes and willed your hands to stay at your sides.

“Be a good girl. Don't be a bad one. You know what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”

You stood still and closed your eyes, trying to decide if you wanted to be a good girl or a bad one. You decided to be a professional woman. You started to tiptoe back down the hall.

“You better not run. Come back here. Don’t run from this dick…”

You heard Bucky murmuring to his mystery person as you slinked away. You stopped in the vestibule, shook. You heard your heart pounding in your ears and decided to just leave and walk home.

You reached your apartment in no time.

You decided to text Bucky about your appointment. You still had work to do so you decided to put what you witnessed out of your mind.

He didn’t answer, probably because he was in the shower washing cum off of his…

You had to stop.

You decided to go for a run to clear your head.

Your pace was good. You checked your time as you rounded the curve for the second kilometer of your run. Someone swerved past you. You looked up at that voice.

“Hey, you!”

You looked back, stunned to see Bucky running, looking amazing in those shorts and a muscle shirt. Damn.

You averted your eyes from his crotch to look at him, but you kept going. He circled back to run beside you.

You were salty. He could run, but he didn’t have time to meet with you?

“‘Lo. What are you up to?”

The question seemed straightforward enough. There wasn’t a hint of sarcasm to be found. Yet you still sideyed him.

“You good?”

Bucky sounded worried when you didn’t respond.

That voice. The connotation that phrase brought up. Yes, you were a good girl, Mr. Barnes, Sir.

You shook your head, but said, “Sure, just wondering what happened to our meeting this afternoon.”

Bucky stopped and you looked back again, but then he caught up with you.

“That wasn’t… today, was it?”

“Yeeeessss?”

Bucky looked confused.

“I clearly remember setting our meeting up for 4 pm tomorrow afternoon…”

He looked so cute and earnest.

“No, we set it up for 3 pm today….”

At this point, you both stopped and were staring at each other. To be honest, you had been so flustered when setting up the appointment and then with the events of this afternoon, you really didn’t know what was up.

The tension between you was palpable as you stared into Bucky’s baby blues.

Bucky furrowed his brow and started to speak a couple of times. Then, you both burst out laughing.

“You know, I was kind of distracted this morning, so, I really don’t remember clearly.”

Bucky’s chest was heaving and his tongue snaked out to wet his lips. You were in his orbit, attracted to him in the worst way, but you started jogging again. That long distance chick must have Bucky wide open.

“She must be hot…”

Real subtle, y/n, you thought.

“What? Who?”

The surprise in Bucky’s voice was evident. You stopped again.

“I mean, must be something, or someone powerful to distract that mind of yours.”

You looked up into Bucky’s eyes, not caring if the jealousy was showing. He beamed down at you and you felt like the center of the world. But he had someone else. Right?

“Yeah, only someone powerful could distract me like that.”

Bucky sucked his bottom lip and released it slowly while surveying your body in your tight running shorts and tank top. You felt like a bad girl. Then, Bucky resumed jogging.

“I mean, as CEO of a tech company, you probably meet women all over the world. Could be hard to navigate long distance relationships.”

You were not even trying to hide your nosiness. Bucky chuckled.

“It is hard. That’s why I don’t do long distance.”

Your surprise made you almost stumble.

“I haven’t had a real relationship since…”

Bucky glanced at you.

“Well, in a good while.”

“Hmmmmm. But you have needs. Right?”

Bucky stopped and stood toe to toe with you, so close.

“Yes, I have needs.”

He looked right through you.

“Don’t you?”

Then he took off running again.

It took you a minute to digest what he was saying, and when you got it, you slowed down. Bucky ran back to you and you both stopped again.

“So are we doing this?”

You looked up at him and stepped closer.

“I mean, you gotta run, I gotta run. Are we gonna do this? Can you keep up with me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky’s smile dropped, and his eyes became stormy again.

“I’m pretty fast now.”

“I bet. Don’t make me have to chase you, little girl.”

Your toes curled in your shoes. Bucky Barnes could get it. It was a done deal. You were exhausted of running from him, but this time he turned and ran, and you ran after him.

It was quite the workout, and Bucky most certainly paced with you, but your time was getting markedly better on the route through Bridge Park. When you ended up at the door to your apartment building, you turned to face Bucky, panting.

“Wanna invite me up?”

You wanted nothing more. But you couldn’t help your reflex.

“No.”

“Yeah. Right. I get it. Had to ask.”

“Even though you said you wouldn’t.”

He smirked down at you. He’d been growing his hair out a little and a lock was flopping forward. You almost reached up to brush it out of his eyes, but you knew that if you touched him, even his hair, it would be game over.

Bucky’s hands were at his sides, clenched in fists to keep from touching you. He wanted to lean down to kiss you, but he wanted you to make the first move.

“Why do you want to come up?”

“For a drink…” Bucky licked his lips. “… of water.”

You gulped, your own throat parched with desire. Your eyes shined his body, to the glistening torso that was visible through the shirt to those short shorts.

“Oh.”

Now you felt rude as fuck.

“I didn’t hydrate properly…” It seemed that Bucky was getting closer, “… before the run.”

Now he was looking over your head to try and control the inevitable. You wondered if he got off on his call earlier. Did he have any left over for you? You looked down and then toward the river when you swore you saw a bulge in Bucky’s shorts.

Somehow, you were closer to him, if you looked up, and he bent down, your lips would touch.

You turned your head and spoke to the car parked to his right.

“So you’re saying you’re…thirsty…”

“Yes…”

Bucky’s voice was gravelly and fucking sexy.

“I can bring a bottle down…”

Bucky shook his head and looked down the street.

“Nah, by the time you go up and come back down, I can get home…”

You looked toward Bucky’s house.

“Oh…”

You felt like an idiot. For a writer, you couldn’t find any other words than ‘oh.’

“Then come…come on up.”

You had to concentrate not to stutter.

“Thank you! Such a good one.”

You could hear Bucky’s smile behind you and you could practically feel his eyes on your ass as you climbed the stairs.

When you reached your apartment and entered, Bucky looked around and then went to the window as you went into your tiny kitchen to get him a water bottle.

He turned around and looked at you piercingly as you brought it to him. You’d kicked off your running shoes when you entered the door and that made him that much taller when you were in front of him.

Bucky grabbed the bottle. Your fingers touched yet you didn’t pull them back. As you looked into his eyes, you noticed something.

“I just realized, you’re not wearing your glasses.”

He smirked at you.

“Contacts. Not a good look to have fogged up glasses when your face is getting wet…”

Your mouth opened slightly.

“...While you’re running.”

Bucy took a sip of water, then a lager gulp, emptying the glass.

“Thank you. It was so good of you…” He looked down at you. “I feel like thanking you in some way…”

He looked around the room and then back at you. You felt guilty as hell.

“Don’t thank me. I don’t deserve it.”

He cocked his head at you.

“Tell me why you think that.”

“Because…”

You went on to tell him what happened earlier that afternoon. His face was inscrutable as he registered the information.

“Sooo… you eavesdropped on a private conversation. A very private conversation. And then snuck back out of my home without saying anything.”

“Y-yes.”

Why did you feel as if you were in danger as Bucky moved closer to you?

“Is that why you were asking about my needs earlier?”

You didn’t, you couldn’t answer.

“Is it because you liked what you saw?”

He was circling you now, like a predator, and you were frozen to the spot. When he got behind you he raised his voice, just a little.

“Answer me. ”

You shivered at his smooth, dangerous tone.

“I- I-yes- no- I don’t know….”

He came back around in front of you.

“Well, I can alleviate some speculation. As I said, I don’t do long distance relationships, but I can pay for what I need. And that’s nobody’s business because no one has any claim on me. Especially you. Because you said you didn’t want it. Didn’t you?”

You just stared but he gave you that look and you replied.

“I said that. Yes.”

“Have you changed your mind? What do you want, y/n?”

“I want…”

You looked down at the floor, gathering your strength. Then back up at Bucky.

“I want you.”

“Oh. You got aroused by what you saw, and now you want me to give you…satisfaction?…”

You nodded, biting your lip. Now was not the time for games the way your panties were drenched.

“I feel like a little bit of a whore. And I need to be punished. Immediately.”

Your jaw dropped at what you just said.

Bucky grinned.

“Oh really. That critical? Well let’s see what we can do…”

He finally touched you, grabbing your waist and pulling you toward him for a kiss. It was everything, passionate, with a promise.

“Where is your bed?

You smiled up at him, took his hand, and led him to your bedroom.

Bucky kissed you senseless as soon as you entered the room. You took off your tank and sports bra and Bucky discarded his muscle shirt. Your eyes watered at his bare chest and abs.

He stood back and admired you.

“So gotdamn gorgeous,” Bucky whispered, almost to himself. “Take off those shorts. Don’t forget the panties.”

You hurried to obey, the situation making your pussy cry for his attention. He reached out to touch you, thumbs gently thrumming your nipples. You threw your head back and moaned. Then he drew his hands back. You looked up, mind scattered.

“I was so wrong when I assumed that you were a good girl earlier. And I’ve never been so happy to be wrong.”

Bucky watched as you bit your lip.

“You are not a good girl. Good girls don’t eavesdrop. I’m going to show you what happens to bad girls when I get my hands on them.”

The thrill that ran through your body was like nothing else.

“Do you want me to show you that? Do you want this?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Bucky drew in a breath.

“Get on your knees.”

You obeyed in .3 seconds.

“Yessss. That’s it. So obedient for me.”

Bucky caressed the side of your face. You turned and captured his thumb in your mouth, sucking and looking up at him.

“Fuck, is that what you want? You want to suck my dick?”

You nodded, taking his thumb with you, which caused him to press it in deeper. He leaned down toward you.

“Now why would I want to go ahead and do that? You’ve been a very bad girl.”

Bucky straightened up, and pulled his dick out of his running shorts. It was more beautiful up close. You sighed as he started stroking it right in your face.

“Do you see how I’m already dripping for you?”

You looked up at his cock, a beautiful clear bead of precum shining on its tip. Then you looked up at him and nodded.

“It’s a shame that you won’t get to suck it like you want to...”

You whimpered in disappointment. He ignored you.

“Now, spread those knees apart and let me see how you would have gotten off tonight while you thought of me stroking off.”

He drew in a ragged breath as you looked up at him with those eyes and started to touch yourself.

“Wider, let me see that pussy from up here.”

You shifted so that he could see better what you were doing.

“Shit. That looks delicious. Get it nice and creamy for me. I’m gonna have my fill of you tonight.”

He looked pained as he jerked himself, drops of precum landing on your body. Your juices made for an audible display of your current situation; desperate for Bucky Barnes’ cock.

“Stop! Hands away.”

Bucky glared at you when you whined.

“Don’t act like a brat. You brought this on yourself. Get on the bed, ass up.”

You did as you were told, hoping that he would finally touch you.

“Now play some more for me.”

Bucky groaned as you wiggled your ass and reached for yourself.

“Stop, suck your fingers and get them wet, then stick them in as far as they will go.”

You whimpered and did as you were told, but your fingers were inadequate for what you wanted. Why you needed.

“Fuck, that little pussy looks so good. Add another finger. If I’m gonna fuck you, you need to be stretched out more than that.”

Next thing you knew, you felt his lips on your lower ones, and his tongue was doing unspeakable things to you as you fingered yourself. You saw stars at the obscene way that Bucky Barnes was eating you out.

The way he was smacking his lips and yours was curdling your brian. His tongue started licking you faster and faster and his lips were sucking your clit until you almost came. Then he stopped. You groaned in frustration.

Bucky stood up and backed away, stroking himself again.

“Turn over, do it again while I stroke myself off.”

Again, you did as you were told.

This time, you licked your fingers obscenely, fellating them so that he could see what his cock was missing. He groaned and stroked faster as you circled your clit skillfully, playing with your nipple with your other hand.

“Fuck that looks so fucking….”

Then he looked you in the eyes.

“You’re trying to get fucked, aren’t you?”

You nodded, trying not to seem too eager, but you were just his cock slut at this point.

“Well, if you can keep going as long as I say, and not cum, I might give you this dick.”

You bit your lip at the challenge, going to town on yourself, as nasty as you wanted to be. The faces and the grunts that came from him made it really hard to stay on earth, so you closed your eyes.

“Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes. You fucking slut.”

You snapped your eyes opened and were about to cum when you saw his big hand going a mile a minute around his bick cock, making his shiny red head appear and reappear in his palm, but he commanded, “Stop!” just in time, and grabbed your ankle, pulling you down to the edge of the bed.

“You’re about to get it now. Are you ready?”

“Yes!”

Bucky spread your thighs and spread them wide, swiping his slick cock head at your entrance.

“Can you take this cock?”

“I need it!”

“Want it raw? Want me to stretch this little pussy out?”

Bucky was already inching inside you, causing a delicious burn that you wanted more of.

“Fuck yes!”

“Then be a good girl and….”

Bucky slid inside you, making you take his cock like you’d never had to before with anyone else.

“Sooooo fucking wet and soooo fucking tight.”

Bucky looked down at you, eyes shining. His chest was heaving with the effort to restrain himself. He couldn’t believe that he was where he’d wanted to be for a while now. And so he smiled at you.

“This pussy seems made for me.”

And then he started to move. It was a mind numbing experience of sensations, his thick, pulsing cock skating in the slick of your tight, stretched cunt. He fell down to his elbows and pressed his forehead against yours as you both looked down and watched the phenomenon.

“How does it feel, Sir?”

Bucky closed his eyes and groaned as his hips faltered.

“Am I wet enough?”

“Fuck!”

Your voice in his ear was making him lose the facade of control that he had hanging by a string now that he was inside you.

“Feelsss…. Feels like… Fuck! …Don’t ask me…”

“Don’t ask what? How my pussy feels for you?”

“Holy mother of god I….”

Bucky took your thighs in his hand, pulled you to the edge of the bed again and started pounding. Then, he took your windpipe between his thumb and forefinger.

“That’ll teach you to try to…”

The way your eyes rolled back in your head had Bucky spurting inside of you already.

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit…..”

Bucky was fucking you ruthlessly. You’d never had it like this.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

You clenched around his cock and Bucky pulled out at the last possible second, shooting his cum on your stomach while reaching down and plucking your clit with his thumb. You finally came with a loud yell and a smile.

When you opened your eyes, Bucky was still milking his cock over you, so you reached down, gathered some cum on your fingers, and inserted them in your mouth. Bucky’s eyes rolled and he pulsed a last little bit of spend on your body.

“Where is your bathroom?”

You pointed toward your right and Bucky went in, ran some water and came out cleaned up, and with a washcloth for you. He sat down on the bed and tenderly took care of you. Then, he leaned down and kissed the belly that he’d just used. He leaned on his elbow and stared at you.

“You satisfied?”

“Hmmmmm. Yes.”

Bucky looked worried, then cleared his throat.

“Good. That was… it was very good for me too.”

You smiled at him, trying to reassure him, then you started to speak. He stopped you.

“No worries, this shouldn’t affect our working relationship. We’re both adults. We can be professional, right?”

What you wanted was the farthest thing from professional, but you replied, “Right.”

Bucky kissed your nose, then stood up and started getting dressed. You got up and put on your robe, seeing him to the door.

Bucky smiled at you as he left.

“Tomorrow, 4 pm. My brownstone.”

You smiled back.

“And please announce yourself when you come in?”

Bucky winked as he started down the stairs, leaving you watching him until you couldn’t see him anymore.

When he was gone, and you were alone in your apartment, you wondered how the fuck You we’re supposed to be professional when you were addicted to that dick.

You were thinking hard when Bucky sent you a message 10 minutes later.

The text said:

Something to play with ;)

Early the next morning, too early, Bucky woke up drenched in sweat and reached for his glasses, medicine, and the bottle of water next to his bed.

It had been a while since he’d had the familiar nightmare about what happened Sarah. And his baby.

Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and came back to the present. He got up to run the shower and looked into the mirror. He felt guilty for not having Sarah on his mind as much lately. But you were quite the distraction.

He’d finally found a reason to move on with his life.

You.

You and Sarah were nothing alike. Your spirit, and your spunk were unlike any other person he’d ever met. He couldn’t bend you to his will.

Not that Sarah had been a pushover, but with her, it had been so easy. Bucky and Sarah fell for each other at first sight and immediately started sneaking around behind Sam’s back. They’d been like yin and yang, not the oil and water that you and he had become.

Bucky looked deep into his own eyes in the mirror to see if they still reflected the feral violence he wreaked on the men who tried to kidnap them and inadvertently killed his wife and baby in the process.

Now, five years after all of that you made Bucky’s heart race again, something that running couldn’t even do.

It was meant to be.

After five years out of the limelight, everyone was curious about the sorrow-filled story of what happened to James Buchanan Barnes, and your light, humor-filled piece was skillfully written and hinted at the deeper story. It was good journalism without being mean spirited and he respected you for your skill.

He wanted you for your body, and he wanted in your mind and soul.

Bucky Barnes needed you. Now that he had given you a taste of the physical, he just need to make you fall in love with him.

He wished that you were here beside him where you belonged, but all in due time. His plan was proceeding perfectly.

Bucky did his breathing exercises and walked into a cool morning shower. After that, Bucky settled into bed with his laptop to make sure that you were okay.

The surveillance team he hired was in place outside your building, and you seemed to be sleeping peacefully from what he could see from the cameras placed inside your apartment.

Bucky sighed and closed his laptop, attempting to turn off his brain so that he could gain a few more moments of sleep as the sun started to rise.

What a day today would be.

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ramp-it-up · 3 years ago

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Playlist: Bucky Runs

Summary: Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Pairing: CEO! Bucky Barnes x Journalist! Reader

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: As always, 18+ ONLY, Minors DNI. Running for pleasure, meet cute, pining, anxious Bucky, possible darkish Bucky. Masturbation in a bathtub, sex toy, flirting and fantasizing.

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“Ooof!”

“Hey!”

All of a sudden, you collided with a brick wall and then someone grabbed you. You were dazed for a moment and then looked up into the most gorgeous blue eyes you’d ever seen.

“Oh!”

You were in the embrace of a tall, dark haired man, who was very warm and who smelled very good. A mixture of sweat, musk, and sandalwood. You were dazed for a minute and put your arms around him.

You held on for a moment, then you remembered yourself and pulled away, wiping the sweat from your brow, shaken. You were sure you looked horrible and that he was horrified.

“Are you okay?” Those ocean blues searched yours. “I’m sorry that I nearly knocked you down, I was checking my time.”

That voice. That smile.

“Oh no. It was my fault. I was looking at my watch too. I should have been more aware.”

You looked down at your watch again.

“Shit!”

You cursed under your breath and started moving again.

“Off pace. I have to keep going. I hope you’re okay!”

You waved at him when you jogged away.

“Let me just… lick the sweat off your pussy.”

You giggled as the he reached for your running shorts and you swatted his hands away.

“Ew. No.”

You were refusing, but biting your lip and your eyes were twinkling. He knew what you wanted. Him to beg.

“Please.”

That voice got you ready for the onslaught you knew was about to happen.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top?”

He licked his bottom lip, hot tongue on that mouth.

You wrinkled your nose at him, looking into at his beautiful blue eyes.

“You really wanna…”

“Yes. Feel how hard I am for you.”

You reached out your hand and felt his rock hard erection. It was your turn to lick your lips. He saw your reaction and leaned in to whisper in your ear.

“Let me tear that cherry out.”

He grabbed your shorts again and pulled them down.

“I’m going to suck this clit so good, you won’t remember your own name. Or mine.”

“Promise?”

You slowly opened your eyes and put your clit sucker toy on the edge of the bath, sighing to yourself.

You toweled off and got into bed naked, enjoying the feel of the new sheets you bought yourself, surrendering to dreams of a mystery Running Man.

“…Don’t you think?”

When you walked into his office and looked up at him, both of you froze as if you had collided again.

“… You’re not… Mr… Wilson?”

You were confused, dismayed, and a little thrilled. How was this your life?

Bucky flushed and moved forward, extending his hand and trying to be professional. His heart was beating a mile a minute.

“No, Sam is sick.”

He smiled as he reached you and you stared at his hand like it was a fish.

“I’m his business partner, James Barnes.”

Bucky extended his hand a little further.

Oh shit, he thought. You hated him.

You finally noticed his hand and took it, shaking it firmly.

“I’m Y/N L/N. Glad to meet you.”

You smiled back at him, not acknowledging the previous evening.

“Mr. Barnes can speak to you over here, the windows will make for a good backdrop.”

You looked over at a red headed woman in a suit. You hadn’t even noticed anyone else was in the room.

“I’m Natasha Romanoff, we spoke over the phone.”

You shook her hand, noticing that she was gorgeous.

“Yes, thank you for arranging this interview.”

The last images of Bucky to be found included a lot more hair, yet this short haircut on him looked good. Really good. You told yourself to calm your thirst.

This was a journalistic feat.

Nat told him that the journalist was new on the scene and would not likely go for the jugular. He could handle it. But the instant you walked in the room, Bucky’s heart went erratic.

“Yeah.. I …. Uhhhh.. I don’t think… I mean I do think that’s… that’s true.”

But you tried to remain professional.

You questioned him about their latest app, company history, charitable endeavors, and then you went in.

“Thank you for the compliments, but I wouldn’t say, my. My life is not….”

“And I’m not elusive.” He smiled weakly.

“C’mon. Your last interview was what? 2017?”

Bucky sighed, the anxiety shifting and then resettling in his stomach.

“I’ve been through… a lot and I am a private person. But, I hang out with my business partners and close circle of friends.”

Bucky’s circle was Steve, Sam, and Natasha. And of course, Alpine. With them he felt safe, protected. He’d not let anyone else in since… well, since before.

“To relax, I read, listen to good music, and try to get physical at least once a day.”

Your ears perked up at the apparent mention of a significant other that you couldn’t let pass. Your pulse quickened and you dared to ask the question.

“Who is the lucky person who gets physical time with you daily?”

Bucky was non-plussed.

“Usually it’s Steve, but our friends Sam and Nat get a taste as well. They all go down.”

He stared at your raised eyebrow when he realized the implication of his answer. You looked over at Romanoff who shook her head and smirked.

“Oh shit! NO! I meant physical as in exercise! Not… not that! No no no!”

He was keyed now, very animated. It was sort of cute and funny and you started laughing.

He laughed along nervously and ran his hand through his hair and over his mouth, which settled you down.

“I meant… We run nearly every day...we’re competitive…Shit.”

Bucky covered his face with his hand, beyond embarrassed.

“Do you always run with others?”

You were low key questioning last night. Bucky gave you a side smile.

“Most times, but like I said, Sam is sick and Steve is handling business in London.”

He glanced over at Romanoff.

“Nat had a… an engagement, so I ran alone last night. But you never know who you might run into when you’re out for a run.”

You cleared your throat and shifted in your seat, redirecting the conversation.

“So I take it you always win, and that’s what you meant by they ‘go down?’”

Bucky was staring at your lips as you repeated his phrase. He had to shift in his seat and clear his throat.

“Yes. That’s what I meant.”

His voice was more gravelly now, and your nipples got hard. What was happening?

Bucky was wondering the same thing. Blood was leaving his brain. He crossed his legs, licking his lips.

“Off the record? Please?”

Bucky begging had you moist.

“Yes?”

The way you said it made his pants tighter.

“Don’t put that in the interview.”

Looking like a lost little boy and biting his lip would get Bucky anything he wanted from you.

You sighed, and straightened in your chair while Bucky’s cheeks got more heated.

“Okay, I’ll edit that part out.”

You two smiled at each other again.

“Answer the question again for me.”

That low, husky voice. Bucky would do anything for you.

He cleared his throat, paused, and reset.

“I stay balanced through reading, music and exercise. I try to run every day.”

You nodded, appearing as if you heard the information for the first time.

“I bet everyone would want to know your taste in books and music. And running is aggressive. I swear it’s underrated how hard running is.”

You two shared a look. Bucky thought back to the night before. You hadn’t been wearing AirPods.

“It can be, you just need a good playlist.”

His smile widened. This was the most game he’d had in a while. It seemed to come back to him naturally with you.

You thought about it for a second, forgetting that you were at work.

“You’re right. That can change everything. I only recently started running, and although it is hard, I’m becoming addicted to the endorphins. It’s really helping with stress management.”

Bucky was becoming addicted to you. He smiled again and then frowned at the thought of you being stressed.

You wondered what he was thinking. The expressions on his face were so hard to read. He seemed not pleased at the moment.

You remembered what you were here for, recovered and continued, each of you more at ease with the conversation at this point. By the time the interview was over, you’d spoken for almost an hour.

You stood up to pack up your camera.

“Thank you Mr. Barnes..”

“Call me Bucky!”

You smiled at him.

“It’s short for Buchanan. My friends call me that.”

He smiled at you hopefully.

“Okay, Bucky.”

“I have more than enough footage. It is a shame that it is just for a 5 minute segment. I will let Ms. Romanoff know when it will air.”

Bucky had forgotten all about Nat being in the room. He pulled out his phone.

“Let’s exchange contact info and you can contact me directly. Maybe we can work together on something more extensive later on…”

And then he licked his lips. You grew warm again.

Bucky could hear his heart thud in his ears as he waited for you to respond. You smiled slyly at him.

“Maybe so.”

You tried to hide your arousal as you stepped back.

“I’ll be in touch, Bucky.”

You walked slowly out of the door and to the elevator, not wanting to trip over your own feet. You were in a daze as you traveled down 89 stories.

Natasha was staring at Bucky, who was grinning at the closed door to his office.

“Wow. I haven’t seen you open up like that since 2007, Buck.”

Bucky glanced over at Nat, annoyed. His smile vanished.

“It’s nothing. She was a really good interviewer. A good journalist.”

Natasha rolled her eyes.

Natasha trailed off when Bucky stood up and walked toward the floor to ceiling wall of windows and looked out, impossibly trying to find you on the street.

“Do some research on her and compile a file. I’ve been thinking of writing a memoir.”

“A memoir?”

Natasha didn’t bother to hide her incredulity. Bucky didn’t ever reveal himself to anyone outside the circle.

“Natasha.”

Bucky turned and looked at Nat, sending an icy blue glare her way. She knew better than to argue when he was like this.

She sighed.

“Yes, Boss. I’m on it.”

Bucky watched her leave and then pulled out his phone and started composing a text. To you.

Here’s my running playlist. I hope it helps calm your aggressive endeavors.

When he pressed send, Bucky felt better than he had in a long time. Suddenly, everything felt easy.

You were waiting for your ride when your phone buzzed. Your mouth dropped open and you looked back up at the building, as if you could see Bucky.

You started smiling as you put your earpods in and clicked on the link, silently tripping that he texted you and so soon.

You bit your lip and took a deep breath as you responded.

Thank you. I will use it this evening.

You saw that he was responding right away. This man was playing no games.

Speaking of this evening, I want to make last night’s run-in up to you. Are you free for dinner tonight after your run? Celestine in DUMBO at 8?

You saw your ride arrived, verified the driver and got in, thinking how you should respond. Your interview wasn’t even edited, much less aired. This wasn’t professional.

I don’t think that is a good idea. But thank you for the playlist.

Bucky was more than disappointed, but he had an idea.

No worries. Let me know how you like it.

You left him on read and then put your phone in your bag, trying to calm the butterflies in your stomach.

Running would be a good distraction tonight. It would put James Buchanan Barnes out of your head.

Bucky had other plans for you tonight. You wouldn’t run away that easily.

Let me know what you think. Really. Truly.

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