Bucky Barnes Imagines

Need a lift?

Bucky A/U - I wrote him how -he looks in Civil War = Beefy and tatted

SMUT - THERE IS SMUT IN THIS - PLEASE SKIP IF YOU DON'T LIKE READING SMUT

Summary: Your car breaks down on the highway after a cruddy date. Bucky happens to be on his motorcycle and he picks you up and takes you home. One thing leads to another...

Content warning: Language, your "date" was a douche to you but you left him, SMUT, dirty talking Bucky, fingering, consensual adults/of age using protection (safety first people), grinding, regular old p in v smexy time

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"God dammit" you muttered as you pulled your piece of shit car over on the side of the highway. 

Smoke was coming from the hood, and it smelled like burning electrical wires. 

"Son of a bitch" 

You slapped the steering wheel and put your head down in defeat.

Could this night get any worse?

You were on your way back from one of the worst dates in your life. 

The guy was a complete moron and you instantly wanted to leave when you first saw him. When you greeted him, he immediately gave you the creeps since he ran his hands down your back and squeezed your hips close to him as he placed his hands just slightly above your ass, letting them linger there for a little longer than they should. 

You almost slapped him if it weren't for the hostess interrupting you to tell you your table was ready. 

Thank god. 

He then proceeded to tell you how much money he makes, how you were lucky to get a date from him because he was always so busy, and the numerous parties and galas he attends on a monthly basis. I mean, how many formal galas can one be invited to? Your eyes glazed over while he blabbed on and on about his stocks and crypto whatever it all is. You had no idea what crypto was. 

He then proceeded to tell you your body type was more of a rectangle, and he prefers more curves, and you don't normally fit with his image he needs to project. 

But you were perfectly fine with groping me earlier, got it. 

You sat there with your mouth open unable to speak at such rudeness. As soon as the bill came, you left him in the restaurant before the server came back with the receipt. 

You'd have to thank your friend Bella for setting you up on yet another dud of a date. 

You'd also have to thank your idiot of a brother for "fixing" your car last week and by thank, you were going to slap him.

Your car breaking down was just the cherry on top of an otherwise shit night and you were in the middle of nowhere on the side of a road with spotty cell service and a cell phone that was almost dead.

You slumped down in your car and proceeded to fiddle with your phone. 

How safe would it be if you left your vehicle? 

Don't they always say to stay with your broken-down vehicle instead of leaving it? 

You checked your phone again and watched as the battery life depleted before your eyes. You were mad your date insisted on having dinner in a quaint Inn two towns away from yours.