Soft Robotics ✧ Bucky Barnes

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"Getting an explanation to stop you from being jealous is a boyfriend privilege," I said tiredly. "You don't have boyfriend privileges."

He swallowed. "It's fine. Just be mine tonight. Just tonight."

He leaned down so I could punch the code in on his door. "I'm always yours," I said dejectedly. "You've ruined me for anybody else."

He paused for a long moment, carrying me across the living room, sitting me down gently on the couch. He sat next to me. I busied myself with leaning down and taking my shoes off so I wouldn't have to look at him. "You've ruined me too," he admitted finally.

"Good," I said. I sat back up, but didn't look at him still, tucking my legs underneath me.

"Good?" he asked. I could hear a smile in his voice. I nodded, eyes trained down. "Come here. Take your dress off and get on my lap."

I turned my back to him and moved my hair out of the way, and he unzipped my dress for me. I stood up and let it slip off.

"Actually, take everything off," he said, stopping me before I could get on his lap.

I'd just been thinking I was glad I'd worn a matching underwear set—a pink, lacy one. If I was really honest, I'd known deep down this morning that I was going to let this happen today.

But I let that fall to the floor too. There was something about the way Bucky always sat, knees spread, an arm over the back of the couch, taking up a stupid amount of space, that made me want to do anything he told me to. That urge was even worse when I was standing naked in front of him while he sat like that.

He was watching me the whole time I undressed, eyes raking over me as I stood there, and his gaze was making me shy. I climbed onto him so he couldn't take me in all at once anymore, knees on either side of one of his thighs, rough denim against my core.

He moved his hands to my hips, but didn't say anything for a moment. I squirmed. I was waiting.

"...Bucky."

"What?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"Whatever you want."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"I told you I'm yours," he said.

"Then why'd you tell me to get naked?"

"'Cause I wanted to look at you?"

"You don't have a plan here?"

"No."

I blinked. "Well, think of one."

He rolled his eyes. "Kiss me."

I did. I'd really, really missed kissing him. He took control of it like he always did, like he was so sure of it, like I didn't have to worry about anything. Hands all over me like I was his.

I rocked my hips against his thigh tentatively, uncertainly, aching for more pressure. He brought his knee up, pressing into me further, and I moaned aloud into his mouth. I took that movement as an invitation to do what I wanted, and freely ground down onto him.

He pulled away from my lips, breath uneven, leaning back to look at me again, first at my breasts in his hands, then at my face, eyes flickering over my features. I slowed under his gaze.

"Keep going," he said. "I want you to come like this."

"While you watch me?" I asked nervously.

"Yeah," he said as his hands slid to my hips. He was almost smiling. "Here—"