Soft Robotics ✧ Bucky Barnes

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Then my phone vibrated with a text from Sam: Does Bucky know you're still on Bumble? I just checked.

I shook my head at him frantically. He shook his head back disappointedly.

So I sent him a text, thumbs flying agitatedly across my screen: Do you think I'm leading him on?? He's leading me on.

I watched Sam read the text. He replied: Does he use dating apps too? Hahaha

Me: no
Me: he's not interested in it
Me: so don't suggest it to him

Sam: HA.
Sam: So why is he jealous of me? 

Me: He knows I want to fly
Me: I want you to dangle me in a bundle
Me: Like I'm a baby and you're a stork

Sam: More dignified than my usual passenger flight arrangement

Me: what do you do usually?

Sam: Under the armpit haul
Sam: Your man is HEAVY.
Sam: And he never appreciates the lift.

Me: HAHAHAHAH

Sam: But really, he doesn't know about Bumble, so why's he jealous?

Me: He gets like this. Idk

Sam: Not healthy!

"Are you two texting each other right now?" Bucky asked suddenly, making me abandon and delete the text that I was halfway though typing.

"Um..." I started. I didn't continue. I'd shaken with silent laughter when I'd typed the last HAHAHAHAH. He must have noticed. God, I'd make a terrible spy.

"What the hell is Bumble?" Bucky asked.

He was leaning over to look at it. I clicked my phone off so he couldn't see the screen anymore.

"It's just an app," I said. Sam was no help, in a poorly suppressed fit of laughter at Bucky's question.

"Why'd he think it would make me jealous?" Bucky pressed.

"Grace, I'm gonna tell him," Sam warned finally, choking on laughter.

I sure as hell didn't want to explain that I'd matched with Sam on a dating app. Desperate times, desperate measures. I leaned over and whispered in Bucky's ear, "Daddy, can we go back to your room?"

We hadn't slept together in over a month, but I knew he wanted to. From the way he'd stared at me the past week that I'd been staying at his apartment, it was barely even a gamble. So I wasn't surprised when he hooked an arm under my legs and another under my back, stood up, said something about sleep (it was still 6pm), and carried me out.

I realized Steve must've been able to hear me, judging by the traumatized look on his face. Sam put two and two together, and his amused voice followed us into the hallway: "She's distracting you, man! It's a dating app!"

"I'm not distracted," Bucky muttered to me when we were in the hallway. "I just want you to remember you're mine."

Somewhere in the back of my brain, I was thinking that wasn't quite right, that he didn't get to say that if he wasn't going to be my boyfriend. But I'd never seen him this possessive before, and it was making my pussy throb. I shifted in his arms and leaned up so I could press messy kisses onto his neck. "'M sorry, Daddy," I said sweetly.

"Tell me what Sam was talking about," he said, more stiffly, like he knew he didn't have a right to ask. "You didn't want me to know about it. And he thought if I knew about it, it'd make me jealous."