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Sleepy Baby Part 5

a/n: I am super flattered by how many people have liked this little story.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: 1700 ish

Summary: Jake has thoughts about you.

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Enamored [36] - Preparations

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback my loves, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please let me know what you think, thank you! ❤ And as always, thank you @theskytraveler for helping me with the chapter and the story❤

Summary: Planning a wedding takes time.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, mentions of sex, kissing.

Word Count: 4800

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You were so excited for your wedding that the moment your father gave you his approval, you had transformed a spare room into a planning room. It was impossible for everything to fit into your bedroom after all, and you had insisted personally approving everything that was going to be present at the engagement party and the wedding.

It was almost crazy that in only two weeks, you would be married to the love of your life. Every time the thought crossed your mind, it filled you with so much happiness that you felt like even the sun was shining brighter than before.

But it also meant that you now only had two weeks to plan the wedding.

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This is perfect!!!

A Touch of Comfort

You’ve always been the touchy-feely sorts with people you’re comfortable around. So when you’re told your touching could be making Bucky uncomfortable, you stop.

But here’s the thing.. Bucky didn’t want you to stop.

Words: 2.6K Author’s Note: This had been requested ages ago and I finally had a little spark of inspiration to write it. Sorry @avada-kedavra-bitch-187​ for making it seem like I ignored you.

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Five's a Crowd

Summary: (Requested by @maximeevansblog) The reader and Chris' 2 Year Aniversary is coming up, and both have suprises in store.

Pairing: Chris Evans x female!reader, (platonic) Scott Evans x female!reader

Warnings: Cursing I think thats it.

Word Count: 1147

A/N: This writing wasn't gender neutral, obviously, but I still hope you enjoyed it. Don't be afraid to request, my asks should be open and you can obviously be anonymous about it! You can also DM me request. Feel free to check out my other writings too! Hope you enjoy this. <3

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your mouth. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

"Idiot." this prompted you to chuck the spoon you have been previously using at his head. You untied the apron, that really didn't help, from around your waist and began cleaning up. Although, checking the time caused for you to halt all your actions and panic.

"Okay listen up Ass-Wipe..." Scott took a second to look up as if he didn't know you were talking to him but when he saw your glare he paid full attention.

"Since you apparently couldn't go anywhere today I need you to clean up, keep an eye on the cake and put the icing on it for me," Scott went to protest but you put up a finger shaking it.

"You've been distracting me all night and your brother is going to be home in about 20 minutes, and hell I need to get ready. So don't complain!" You began to leave the room going to get dressed.

You clapped your hands startling Scott, some leftover flour flying into your face causing you to blow it out of your face. Scott shook his head going back to scrolling on Instagram but not before commenting.

The 20 minutes felt like 5 minutes as you heard Dodger running to the front door. Your breath hitched as you looked in the mirror at yourself. Flattening your dress and making sure there were no stray hairs you walked downstairs to where you had the table set up.

"Hey bud, where's mommy?" He asked this walking into the room that you stood in. His eyes scanned up your body to your face and he smiled at you in the set up scenery. You attempted at a slightly fancy dinner but gave up half-way because Scott had been bugging you all night. So in your shared dining room replacing where the chairs once were was a picnic blanket sat on the floor. There was an assortment of food but what caught Chris' eye the most was the menorah that rested in the middle.

"Why is there a menorah?"

"I wanted the closest thing to 'candlelit' without burning down the house, you get what you get and you don't get upset. Come sit with me my love," You flopped down on the blanket and Dodger ran to you first Chris chuckling and joined you next. You pet Dodger as he gave you kisses and you handed a plate to Chris. You held up your hand at him.

"Please refrain from dirtying the dishes I would like to spend my whole 2 year anniversary dinner with you," You joked as he rolled his eyes and smiled at you. In retaliation he went to the chicken parm first placing it on the plate and you glared grabbing your own plate. You both began to eat talking and reflecting on your previous years.

"Yeah and I thought you were gonna propose and I was scared only for how Dodger would react," You laughed from your place on the floor next to Chris. You both had finished most of the food just laying down and looking at the ceiling, granted you had a projector set up with fake stars displayed so you weren't just staring at emptiness. Chris laughed pulling you closer and you rested your head on his chest feeling his chest rise as he laughed.

"Each time I think he's trying to steal my girl," He glanced down at Dodger who rested near both of your feet sleeping. You chuckled reaching down a bit to pet the sleeping dog in question, giving a stern but joking look to Chris.

"You might be right. If you don't propose soon he might take the chance to," You laughed turning back to Dodger and Chris chuckled a bit just staring at you both now with a proud smile. You glanced at your phone though as it began to vibrate a string of texts from Scott saying the cake was ready. You grabbed your phone and turned to Chris with a smile. You started to get up and pecked his lips heading to the kitchen.

"I'll be back." You rushed into the kitchen running into Scott. When he laid his eyes on you he jumped up and down giddily handing the cake to you. You smiled a thanks adrenaline rushing through you as you opened the door backwards.

"I have a surprise! So, the cake might taste bad but it came from the heart so-" Your words stopped as quickly as they started as your eyes laid upon Chris on one knee. Mouth agape and almost dropping the cake you quickly placed it down gulping, knowing your answer even before he was about to speak.

"Y/n I've loved you since the day I met you and that was obvious with the way I failed to take my eyes off of you. These past two years have helped reinforce the idea that this was the perfect decision. I'm ready if you are to not only end something, but start something beautiful. So, Y/n Y/l/n, instead of being my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend...will you be my wonderful and beautiful wife?" You moved closer with each of his words and you stood above him frozen for a second.

"Just wonderful and beautiful?" You both laughed and you quickly nodded your head pulling him up and into a kiss letting him put the ring on your finger. You pulled away from the kiss and smiled chuckling.

"I don't mean to one-up your surprise but I also have something," You turned around with the cake in hand and put it on full display. He turned his head in confusion and furrowed brows.

"I'm Pregant?" You huffed and yelled out of frustration, "Damn you Scott!"

"I knew I should've googled it!" He yells mostly to himself from the kitchen. Chris just laughed at the both of you placing the cake down and peppering your face with kisses. He kneeled down, just like before, and kissed your belly. He looked up at you with the brightest smile on his face.

"I can't wait to start our family." Dodger was jumping up at you causing you to sit on the floor with Chris and him. You pulled both of them in a hug.

"You two are just the cutest, I can't wait to be in this family too," Scott said with a mouthful and tried to join the hug but you held up a hand still hugging your two boys.

"No, you ruined my cake...and five's a crowd asshole."

YOU ALMOST GAVE ME A HEART ATTACK I THOUGHT YOU WHERE GONNA SAY THAT IT WAS THE LAST CHAPTER !!!!

AND YOU CANNOT IMAGINE HOW READY I AM TO READ THE NEXT CHAPTER !!!!

I am as happy as Anthony was in this scene !!!!

I have an announcement about the next chapter of Enamored my loves;

Alright so, the next chapter is the wedding chapter and it sort of…well-

That chapter got out of control, I have no idea how it happened😂 But consider this as like a prewarning and make sure to get something to eat and drink with you for this Saturday’s chapter because that wedding chapter is going to be:

✨12k words✨

Remember to take breaks and stuff😂

Also related, we’re not getting an extra scene this Tuesday because that gigantic chapter has kicked and continues to kick my ass 😂 BUT since it’s so long, we will have more than one sneak peek and the first one is coming tomorrow 😁

Do you guys remember how you joked about getting a 10k chapter and I was like “haha wouldn’t that be something?” 😂

A Correspondence of Obligation - Prologue

Pairing: Prince!Bucky x Princess!Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Obedience, duty, pristine smiles—raised as the princess of an oppressive kingdom, you knew nothing else. Your father signed your life away at the ripe age of five, black ink bleeding into a contract between nations, fate cemented with the flick of a quill. So when the time came to fulfill the promises you were too young to make, you expected much of the same in the land of Brookshire. But Prince James had other plans, as did the enemies looming outside the castle walls.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: A little angsty but really nothing!!

a/n: Here we goooo!! So so excited to get this series started :))

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My Princess, 

When you refuse to reply to my letters, it only makes me yearn for your words more. I wonder how your penmanship would look on the parchment from your stationary, how your seal would look stamped on the envelope. I wonder how to become deserving of you. 

Is there a method to this madness you put me through? 

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@dilemmaontwolegs This! Is so funny to me 😭😭

“Am I still breathing? ”

I am asking myself the same question right now !

You are literally giving me life with every fic you write !!

Two Minds, One Body || Mafia!Bucky [pt3]

Mafia!Bucky x fem!reader

Chapter Summary: You pay for your attitude in the best way possible Warnings: 18+ only, smut, edging/orgasm denial, cream pie, cum-play, mutual masturbation, squint and you might see voyerism, fluff, guns WC: 2427

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Your heels clicked loudly as you stormed through the house looking for Bucky, or in this case, Winter. You knew he was here somewhere because his driver was still having a smoke outside but there were too many rooms to check each of them. Instead, you planted yourself beside the front door and waited for him to rear his head.

“Something wrong, love?” Bucky asked as he caught the vision of you waiting, hand on hip and fire in your eyes.

“What the fuck is this?” You growled as you pulled the handgun that had suddenly appeared in your handbag overnight.

“I believe it’s a gun.” He smirked and continued to push his cufflinks into his business shirt.

“Ha ha, I forgot what a comedian you were.” You rolled your eyes. “What is it doing in my bag, Bucky?”

He stepped closer and ran his hands softly down your arms but you shook him off and held your stance firm, he wasn’t going to distract you with his smouldering charm today. With a sigh he pulled away, looking to Nico for help as he entered to foyer only to quickly back track.

“Rat bastard.” Bucky mumbled under his breath before turning his attention back to you, his eyes bleeding almost to black. “I wanted to make sure you are protected in case I’m not around, kukolka.”

“Win…” You sighed as you dropped your hand from your hip. “I don’t even know how to use this, I’m more likely to accidentally shoot myself.”

“I’ll teach you.” He said, taking the gun from your fingertips and shoving it down the back of his waistband and pulling his suit jacket on to hide it. “After what you pulled off last month, we are the richest syndicate on the East Coast. That puts a target on our backs.”

You couldn’t help but beam under his pride, your NFT plan had worked and Bucky was laundering millions every week, but you hadn’t spent too long thinking about the dangers it put you in. You had noticed the extra guards on the property and that when you went out you had almost as much of an entourage as Bucky did, now it made sense.

“Ok, but I’ll need a permit.” You said begrudgingly. “I’m not going to jail because of something stupid like that. It would just be embarrassing.”

“She launders millions and orders around the toughest mob boss in the state of New York, but was caught without a firearms permit.” Bucky laughed, stepping into his brilliantly shined shoes. “That would be pretty embarrassing, doll.”

“Who said you were the toughest mob boss?”

“Oooh, my queen is fierce this morning.” He smirked as he grabbed your jaw and pulled you forward to meet his lips. “I’ll have to fuck that attitude out of you when I get home.”

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His chest was pressed to your back, hands over yours and holding you pinned in place. You could barely breathe as his thigh nudged your legs wider and his lips brushed the side of your neck.

“Focus, kukolka.” Winter warned you as your ass naturally pressed back into him with a promise of good spanking if you didn’t heed his words. “Pull the trigger.”

You took a deep breath through your mouth so you didn’t get distracted by the Armani cologne he wore and tried to focus on the target that had been nailed to the trees at the back of the property. This was not what you thought you would be doing when Bucky returned home, you hadn’t even noticed Nico had disappeared until he returned with a hammer and a swollen thumb.

“Shouldn’t I have ear muffs or something?” You asked in another attempt at delaying the inevitable. “You always see them on tv.”

“If someone attacks I doubt you will have a pair of them on you.” Winter pointed out. “You need to know what you are in for, like the recoil.”

“The what?!” Your hands dropped but Winter caught them and aimed them back at the target. “I don’t think I can do this…”

“I’ve got you.” He stilled your trembling hand and let one of his fall to your hip. “I remember the first time I pulled the trigger.”

“I’m pretty sure you were born with a gun in one hand and a flask of whiskey in the other.”

“Close but not quite.” He chuckled and let his other hand fall to your hip too. “It’s not as scary as it seems. Pull the trigger.”

You turned your face away and screwed your eyes shut as your index finger curled over the trigger. If the deafening bang wasn’t enough to scare the living daylights out of you, the snap of the recoil did. Winter’s hands were quick as lightning as they caught yours and steadied the hold before you could drop the weapon or accidentally discharge it.

“Good girl.” He grinned and pressed his lips to your cheek.

“Did I hit it?” You blinked rapidly, still stunned by the sound and force of your shot.

Winter’s laugh vibrated from his chest as he shook his head. “Not even close, but you pulled the trigger. That’s the hardest part.”

You had to admit now that you had done it once and knew what to expect, the idea did seem easier, you would certainly hold it a bit tighter now that you felt how much it recoiled in your grip and you began to raise the weapon again. This time you aimed to keep your eyes open so you could actually see the target.

“I think I should get a prize if I hit the target.”

Winter’s hand snaked down your body, tugging up the hem of your dress so he could brush aside your panties. “Sounds fair to me.”

Your head tipped back onto his shoulder as what his fingers did was not fair at all. You found it impossible to focus on aiming as they dipped between your folds and teased your clit, soft moans filling the quiet afternoon air. “Win, fuck, thats, not, fair.”

Your hips were rolling as they sought more friction, more depth than his thick fingers could offer. “Take the shot, kukolka. Claim your prize.”

His fingers disappeared and you whimpered at the loss before he raised his glistening digits to his lips, licking them clean as your panties dampened even more. You knew the game he was playing and you wanted so desperately to win. Focus, focus, focus. You remembered his instructions and how to line up the sights on the slide, looking down the barrel and at the target beyond. Deep breath in, sight the target, slowly exhale, pull the trigger. The gun still bounced back in your grip but nothing like the first shot and you saw the bark behind the target splinter as your bullet lodged deep into the trunk.

“Ouch, bad luck, doll.” Bucky sucked the air between his teeth as he took the gun and hit the magazine release as well as the round in the chamber, tucking them away behind his back.

“Woah, uh-uh, I hit the target.” You said as you stopped him from heading back towards the house. “You didn’t stipulate it had to be a head shot.”

You grabbed his hand and he let you tow him to the tree trunk and pointed out the tiny tear in the edge of the paper where your bullet had entered the trunk, nowhere near close to the outline of a head.

“See, target hit.”

Bucky was trying not to laugh as he touched the spot, his finger widening the hole in an innocent way that left you breathless nonetheless. “Someone is just desperate for a prize.”

“Wouldn’t you?” Your lip was caught between your teeth as you stepped up onto a root that stretched out beneath the tree and you stood eye to eye with him.

“You wanna cum so badly, don’t you baby?” He smirked as he ran his thumb over your lip, pulling it from your bite. You couldn’t help but flick your tongue out, tasting the pad of his thumb before sucking it as his pupils blew wide and his breathing deepened. “Fuck. Turn around.”

You smiled triumphantly as he spun you against the tree, your hands splayed against the trunk as his hands bunched your dress up. The thin material of your panties were torn apart and left to fall to the leaves before you heard his zip. You were already whimpering for him as he pulled your hips back and pushed your face forward, snapping his hips so he could fill you in one go. Your cry was lost as his hand clamped over your mouth and you were reminded that there were guards roaming the property.

“You’re mine, doll, no one else gets to see you like this.” He promised between sweet kisses and sharp bites to your neck. “So be a good girl and don’t make a sound.”

His hand fell from your mouth and you bit your lip to keep them shut as he circled your clit instead. It took all of your concentration to stay quiet as your legs began to tremble with every long stroke of his cock against your walls.

“Don’t cum just yet, babygirl.” He warned as his rhythm failed.”Remember my promise this morning.”

Your head was clouded by your impending orgasm when suddenly his cock twitched as his deep groan filled your ears as he spilled himself inside and pulled his hand away from where you needed it most.

“Gonna fuck the attitude out of you first. Then you’ll get your prize.” He smirked, pulling out after his release ended. “Close your legs, doll, I don’t want any of that leaking out between here and our bed.”

He tucked his cock back in his pants and zipped it up before whistling happily along the path, stopping a moment to check you were following him. Your knees were pressed together tightly as you tried to walk without letting his cum drip down your legs but gravity was a losing battle and you decided speed would be better over strategy, power walking past your grinning beau. You dared not give him the usual lippy attitude as you passed him  in case he withheld anymore orgasms, but you knew when you finally got your prize it would be monumental.

Your clothes were discarded in a messy heap as you entered your room and waited on the bed for Bucky. Your legs were crossed and your hips slightly raised, doing exactly as you were told, when he walked in the room a short while after. His shirt had been unbuttoned and hung loose around his body, the light illuminating every defining line that cut his abdominal muscle into the six pack you wanted to ride.

“Open.”

Your legs spread wide as he stopped at the foot of the bed, the feel of his liquid silk  slipping through your folds and running over you already had you trembling and his hands dropped his trousers so he could stroke his already hard again cock. The possessive burn of his eyes set your skin on fire and your fingers inched over your hip, begging permission to touch yourself.

“Go on, love.” He nodded as he gripped himself tighter. “Take yourself to the edge, but I’ll be the one who makes you cum.”

You sighed happily as you applied the pressure you needed to your clit, dipping your fingers down to gather his cum to use it to soothe the ache on your swollen bundle of nerves. Your back arched as your fingers easily glided over the nub and your walls fluttered, more of his cum dripping from your needy cunt and earning a deep moan from Bucky as he appreciated the sight. Your eyes locked together and you felt the tightening in your core curl your toes, pushing yourself to the brink before you threw your hands away from your body and tried to fight the urge to finish.

“You are perfect.” He vowed as he climbed on the bed, leaving kisses up your thighs before his tongue lashed slowly through your folds, gathering a mouthful of his cum and your arousal. His cock rested between you and every movement left his veiny shaft rubbing over your sensitive clit as he captured your lips, tongue sharing the taste of your bodies combined. “You can cum whenever you want now, doll.”

His hips pulled back so his cock could fall between your legs before he snapped them back into you, your body putting up no resistance as he filled you to your core. You could finally cry out his name, the thick walls of your room trapping the sounds of your ecstasy firmly within them. Your fingers clawed at his back as the edging left you blinded with passion and you bucked your hips up to meet his every thrust, his pelvic bone applying just the right touch for whitehot spots of light to dart across your vision.

Unintelligible words tumbled from your lips as your orgasm built and built and built until you thought you would just combust into a billion atoms. Your mind splintered and for a moment there was no feeling at all, it was like time stopped as your soul left your body and every muscle froze. Then you came crashing back down, your pussy pulsing uncontrollably as your legs wrapped around his back, liquid gushing around his cock as your body was overcome with fever.

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he watched your orgasm rip through you, feeling your walls draw him in and hold him tighter than ever as his thighs were drenched by the torrent of liquid squirting over him. “Oh, fuck, so good.”

He couldn’t hold back any longer, not when your eyes rolled back into your head and he knew he had kept his promise. Collapsing onto your chest, he shuddered as he spilled himself inside you once again, both of your bodies covered in a light sweat from the sweet torture you had been put through. Rolling his eyes to look up at you from where he lay you could only move enough to place a kiss on his forehead, his eyes fluttering closed at the softness.

“Are you still going to give me attitude?” He asked with a small hint of a smile, really not minding it at all.

Your chest bumped his head with a laugh and you stroked your fingers through his hair. “Am I still breathing?”

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Hands That Heal - Ch. 2

Bucky Barnes x mechanic!fem!reader

Chapter Summary: Bucky knows all about having a past and doesn’t judge you for yours. Series Warnings: 18+ only, canon-typical violence, swearing, fluff, misogyny/degrading comments from some men. (smut will come later) Word count: 3164

Chapters: 1 || 2 || 3 || 4 || 5 || 6 coming soon

RECAP: “Do I know you?” Axel asked as he pointed the weapon at Bucky. “You look familiar but I know you don’t belong ‘round these parts.”

“Nah.” Bucky smirked, not showing an ounce of fear as he looked down the barrel of the gun. “I’m just here for her hands.”

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“The fuck did you say?” Axel growled as he stepped closer to Bucky but you moved in to intercept him.

“Ax, I’m just fixing his bike.” You said as you placed your hand on his gun arm and tried to lower it. “That’s all.”

“Not that it is any of your business.” Bucky commented.

You wished he would go back to being quiet, you didn’t understand why he was suddenly talkative but you would certainly ask if you all made it out of this moment alive. For now you had to try to stop your ex from putting a bullet in Bucky’s brain. That goal was getting harder by the second as he glared down at Axel and neither man looked ready to back down from the staring contest.

“You are not helping, Bucky.” You pointed to him before poking Axel in his leather clad chest. “And you, you know better than to come here. Go home to your wife and fix your fucking fence.”

“When did you grow a set of balls?”

Axel sneered at your sudden confidence but there was something about knowing Bucky was there and fearless that gave you the courage to talk to him in ways you never had before.

“Just get off my property.” You sighed and pointed out the garage door. “You’re not the only one with a gun, remember.”

“You’re lucky I’m late for church.” He growled before getting up in Bucky’s face. “You touch my girl, you’re dead.”

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Run These Streets {2} || street racer!Bucky

Bucky Masterlist || Part One Summary: You are caught reminiscing on how you met Bucky all those years ago. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, mutual masturbation, oral (f rec) WC: 1.9k

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The day you met Bucky was one you would never forget. It was the first day at your new school and you had sat uncomfortably in a squeaky vinyl chair while the well past retirement aged receptionist printed your schedule. The paper posters pinned to the cork boards around the room had started to shake as a deep, throaty roar rolled past the front door. 

Your feet were moving before you could stop them and you didn’t even take the steps as you jumped to the curb to spot a sleek Camaro pulling into the student parking. Another driver honked their horn as you crossed the driveway without looking and you waved an apology as you reached the car that held you captivated. 

“You must be new.” 

You thought the car was beautiful but the guy driving it was a dream and you almost forgot how to speak when he struck you with azure eyes that matched the car perfectly. 

“Uh…” You stammered and swore internally at yourself as his smile grew.

“I’d remember seeing you around here. I’m James,” he said as he held his hand out, “but everyone calls me Bucky.”

“Barnes, you're gonna get another slip if you’re late!” A blond boy called out as the bell rang. 

Ignoring his friend, he leant against the back of his car and swung his keys around his finger. “Do you drive?”

“Yeah,” you laughed as you bit your lip, “I drive alright, nothing as nice as this. She’s a z28 right?”

“Ah, she speaks and she knows cars.” He chuckled. “77 z28.”

“That’s too bad.” You smirked, turning as you saw the receptionist opening the door looking for you. Crossing the road you found Bucky at your side, his forehead frowning in confusion. “68 was the best year.”

“Meet me back here after school and I’ll show you why you’re wrong.” He challenged. 

Tugging the straps of your backpack you knew you shouldn’t but you found yourself nodding anyway as the final bell rang to get to homeroom. “You’re on.” 

“You’re gonna be trouble.” Bucky shook his head with a smile as he walked away backwards. “I just know it.”

It didn’t take a lot of probing to find out about Bucky, in fact most of the girls gossiped about him so loudly you didn’t have to even ask them. Through your first two periods you had found out his mother had passed away the year before and his father was in the army, working at the base just out of the city. He was a year above you, a Senior, and his sister was a freshman.

The dark haired boy was still on your mind even as you headed into fourth period, driver’s ed. You had lined up patiently with the other students, flicking through the pages of a book as you waited, when a familiar voice called out from a classroom window. 

“Hey, doll!” Bucky shouted, half a dozen females - including you - turning to look at him. “You, trouble. Thought you said you could drive?”

The student practice car had just come to a stop after parallel parking in front of you and the instructor hopped out with a smile on his face. “Good work. Miss Y/L/N, you’re up.”

You slipped the book in your bag and smiled at Bucky. “I never said I had a licence.”

His smile was breathtaking and you buckled into the carseat, feeling his eyes burning through the dinged panelling of the Toyota Corolla. “I’m sorry for what I am about to put you through.”

The instructor laughed as if you were joking but you had already mapped the track before the first driver had even dropped their handbrake. You probably wouldn’t have been so ostentatious or reckless if Bucky wasn’t watching but you wanted to show off to the handsome guy. Revving the engine, you tested the reaction time between pumping the gas and seeing the tachometer jump. 

“Alright so you want to ease off the gas and first push down the clutch and put it in first gear.”

“The clutch?” You feigned innocence as you pushed it in. “That’s this one right?”

You dropped the clutch as you put your foot to the gas and squealed with laughter as the car shot forward, quickly changing to second, then third as the instructor grabbed at the door handle. You were fast approaching the bright orange cones that navigated the right hand hairpin turn so you went in tight before twisting the wheel and ripping the handbrake to swing the ass of the Corolla around the outside of the corner. 

“Stop the car!” Your instructor shouted. “Park the goddamn car!”

You were heading back to the start and looked over at the man’s pale face. “Whatever you say.”

You didn’t like how the car had handled the first corner, the handbrake worn out by hundreds of students, so as you approached the parallel parking cones that you had started from you clutch kicked the car into a spin. Adrenaline coursed through your veins faster than the gas had flooded the four cylinders of the cars engine as you came to a stop within the cones.

The instructor leant over the gearbox and turned the engine off before ripping the keys from the ignition, still looking ready to vomit. You couldn’t help antagonising the man since you figured he would already need therapy to ever teach another student. “So did I pass?”

He couldn’t even look at you as he pointed to the door. “Detention. Now.”

“Yes, sir.” You sighed, a little deflated until you stepped out and heard Bucky whooping and cheering from his classroom, his teacher trying to calm him down.

“James, that’s your final warning. Detention. Now!”

“Where’s that pretty little head at?” Bucky asked as he stroked your cheek. “Almost had to send out a search party.”

You blinked away the memory and kissed his chest that you laid on before snuggling closer. “I was just thinking about when we met. God I was stupid, showing off to get your attention.”

Bucky’s loud laughter filled the room. “It worked. You had me hooked, doll. I knew you were so far out of my league, I was just happy to have a crumb of your attention. Still am.”

“Hooked or happy to have a crumb of my attention?”

“Both, baby.” He grinned, his hands slipping down beneath the blankets and over your bare skin. “The problem with a crumb is it leaves me absolutely ravenous.”

“You’ve got a race tonight.” You sighed longingly as his fingers teased between your legs. “It’s important that you keep up your hydration and sustenance, can’t have a low sugar level delaying your reflexes.”

“You’re right.” He said as he peppered kisses across your skin, inching his way down your body. “I should definitely eat.”

Bucky smiled slyly from where he lay between your legs, teasing you with his tongue until your legs were trembling and you were ready to combust before he stood up. “So did you want toast or cereal for breakfast?”

“Bucky…” You growled, throwing his pillow square in his face that struggled to contain his amusement.

“What?” He shrugged innocently. “Something you need, doll?”

“For god sake, get back here and finish what you started before I take matters into my own hands.”

He sucked his bottom into his mouth and you watched his erection twitch at the thought before he took a seat in the practice racing seat across the room. “Go on then, baby, lemme see.”

Your blood was like lava and the only way to cool your heated body was to ease the throbbing ache between your legs. To start with, you couldn’t even look Bucky in the eyes, closing them as you spread your legs. A deep groan drifted across the room as you licked your middle fingers and glided them over your clit, the edge of release coming back from the shadows it had receded to with the interruption. 

“That's it, baby girl, show me what you like.” Bucky moaned and you looked down your body to see him stroking his cock where he sat. “Tell me what you’re imagining.”

“You.” You moaned and pushed two fingers into your dripping pussy. “The way your tongue feels when you eat me, how full I feel when you fuck me. Fuck, please Bucky…”

“Holy shit.” Bucky moaned as he pumped even harder, determined to come when you did as you pumped your fingers in and out of your sopping cunt, the wet sounds slapping against your palm. “You’re so fucking sexy, show me how you come all over those fingers, baby.”

Your back arched and rolled your hips against your hand, your legs threatening to close as your entire body shuddered and you cried out in ecstasy. You opened your eyes as you heard the delicious sound Bucky makes when he comes and felt another wave of pleasure roll along your spine at the sight before you. Bucky’s hand held a death grip on his cock as creamy ropes of cum painted his tensed abs, his lips parted as he panted through the strong pulses of his release. 

“Wow.” You chuckled happily as you let your bent knees fall away and enjoyed the rush of endorphins sending you on a high. “That’s one way to wake up.”

The bed dipped as Bucky bent down to kiss you, his tongue still holding the notes of your flavour as it danced with yours. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You smiled back and pouted when you saw he had wiped away his cum with a shirt of his. “I wanted to taste you.”

“Later, I promise.” He grinned. “Right now, I need to make my best girl breakfast.”

“Shit.” You swore as you saw the time. “We still need to go over the course. You cook while I set up the simulation.”

“I’ve done it a million times this week.” He rolled his eyes.

“And you will do it once more.”

Bucky didn’t argue and after you had both eaten, you placed him back in the converted racing game chair in his room. Your laptop was hooked up to the electronics and the gears, pedals and steering wheel were all calibrated to his Camaro so it would be just like he was driving his own car virtually.

You were watching the angles of the turns and paused the simulation. “You keep undercutting that corner.”

“It will be fine once I’m there.” Bucky brushed it off. “I could do it with my eyes closed.”

“Do it again.” You shook your head. “With your eyes closed.”

You stood behind him and covered his eyes with your hands, your voice guiding him. “90 degrees right in 3, 2, 1. Steady straight until my count - 120 degrees left in 3, 2, 1. Good.”

You removed your hands and he looked up with a-told-you-so smile before he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap. “I think I deserve a kiss.”

“Next you’ll want me to give you gold stars.” You teased as your lips hovered over his. “Want me to tell you what a good boy you are?”

His cock stirred and you quirked an eyebrow as he looked equally stunned. “Well, now I do.”