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Bucky took his time walking up the stairs, running his hand through his hair again, tugging at it gently. Y/n had moved back to her apartment, but still asked Buck to pick up some groceries for her every now and then. It was only fair, he had been staying with her on and off for roughly 3 weeks now. He’d never hold it against her, he wanted her to feel safe, he just hated Nevin for making her fear going outside for long periods of time.
He finally came to her door, running his hand through his hair again and humming a bit as he tugged on it again, pulling his copy of her key out of his pocket. Buck tapped their secret code on the door frame so she knew it was him before he unlocked her door. He smiled when he walked in to see her making her favorite pasta dish, dicing up tomatoes with her back to him. “Hey dollface.” He chuckled happily when he saw her wiggle happily in her place, just from hearing his voice. “Oh good, you’re back. I was gonna call and make doubly sure you got an extra red onion. I realized I was running low and–” She froze mid sentence when she finally turned around and looked at him; Her lips were parted as she stared at him, and he suddenly felt very self conscious. He’d gotten his hair cut… nearly all of it. It was trimmed short on the sides, but still long enough to run her fingers through, and the top was softly flipped up… it must have been how his hair naturally fell when it was short.
They were both silent for a while until she spoke again. “Your hair…” Buck bit his lips and scratched at the back of his head again, suddenly feeling bad for not letting her know. “Uh… yeah… I- I thought it could be time for a change…” She watched him again, making her way closer to him. “My mom used to say that hair holds memories and negative energy… maybe even trauma.” She slowly blinked and reached up to run her fingers through his new hair. At this length, it felt much more soft, even lush. He closed his eyes when he felt her take her time feeling hsi new hair, raking her nails gently along the back of his head and his neck. A sweet smile slowly crept up on her face, her hand still in his hair. “It suits you.” He sighed and leaned into her touch, reaching to press the palm of her hand to his cheek when she went to pull away from his hair. “Thank you, baby.” His voice was soft and full of appreciation. Her eyes were so soft as she looked up at him, stroking his cheek before she leaned up and kissed him softly, loving how he always melted into her.
They finally snuggled up against the couch with a bowl of pasta in hand, lazily watching Hulu as well. Bucky glanced at her, he was relieved to see her finally relaxing again, splayed out on her couch in the ultimate lounging position; she’d been so wound tight, it was unreal, jumping at nearly any noise outside her bedroom window, despite being on the 4th floor. Seeing her jump and panic at every little thing broke his heart, he tried so hard to protect her, yet he felt so helpless. He smiled and kissed her head when she shifted positions, resting her head on his shoulder, letting him wrap his arm around her to hold her close.
They sat there, snuggled for a moment while he thought. He finally hummed and finally looked down her, “Hey baby…” His heart melted when she looked up at him with those beautiful (e/c) eyes he loved so much. “I was thinking… you’ve been through so much these past few weeks… you really haven’t had a chance to relax and wind down.” She cocked her head and reached for his hand, gently kissing his fingers. “But baby, I’m okay, I promise. I feel much better than I did a few weeks ago.” He smiled all the same and gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I know. But still, there’s something I wanna do for you.”
Y/n cocked her head, still confused about what he meant. But all that was pushed aside when he leaned in and softly kissed her, making her tummy flutter and a chill run up her spine. She had to admit, the man knew exactly how to kiss. He slowly leaned forward and laid her down, taking his time to move his hand down her side to her grip hip. “Will you be okay if I do this?” Her head spun from just his kiss, it was so passionate and full of emotion. She clung to him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she moaned. “You can do whatever you want to do to me, babe.” She missed feeling the weight of him on top of her, he felt just too good on her.
He started to make his way down her body, kissing her neck and over her breasts through her thin tank top. She softly gasped when she felt him tug at the band of her shorts. “Buck…” He looks up at her, freezing in place. “I’ll stop if it’s too much…” He paused, waiting for her to give him the okay. She stayed still, looking down at him before she slowly nodded, “No, keep going,” Her voice was soft as she relaxed back on the pillows. He bit his lip, pulling her shorts down as he kissed her hips and tummy. Y/n let in a soft, shaky gasp as she lifted her hips, letting her shorts and panties get tugged off and tossed to the floor.
He slowly smiled when he saw her shyly pressing her legs together, but he was gentle to take his time with her, kissing her soft thighs as he parted them, only for him. She was beautiful, she had been skipping her bikini waxes, letting a little fuzz grow, but it was perfect. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning in, giving her mound a sweet kiss as he gently dug his fingertips into her soft thighs. She gasped again, nails already scratching at the material of her couch. His breath was warm on her as he kept kissing her: over her mound, inside her thighs, her delicate lips. It all felt so nice, even though he hadn't started the deed yet, she was already sighing in contentment.
He finally parted her lips, exposing every bit of her pretty pink pussy to him. A low, long growl came from his throat as he looked at her. She was so damn beautiful, he refused to take a moment before he leaned in, circling the tip of his tongue around her sensitive clit, loving how she jumped at the sensation; he was quick to hold her down, wrapping his arms under her thighs and keeping her planted firmly in place. He loved how she wiggled on him, and how she sounded as he took his time teasing and pampering her: gently sucking on her inner lips, spelling his name over her clit, making her wetter and wetter by the second.
“B- Bucky! I- *gasp* Oh my God…” Her moans and pleads were like music to his ears, as he finally ran his tongue down on her, finally slipping his long, soft appendage inside her. Her brain short circuited when he entered her, her eyes rolling back as she gripped the couch and his new shorn hair. He practically purred at the sound of her moaning his name and trying to squirm away from him, but he held her tightly in place, keeping his face buried between her legs for as long as he wanted. When he was satisfied with wiggling his tongue inside her, he carefully pulled all the way out of her, only to replace his oral member with his fingers. She’d always mentioned what it would feel like to have him finger her with *that* hand, and now she was getting it.
Her head spun as they slid inside her, they were cool, and much smoother than she thought they’d be, filling her just enough to almost want more. “I… may have forgotten to mention one little feature about my arm…” She looked down at him, her cheeks already rosy from panting as she squeezed on him. “What’s tha–'' She was cut off when she felt his fingers start to vibrate inside her, crooking his fingers just so to stroke her G-spot. He wastes no time to attach his mouth to her clit again, enjoying the sound of her whimpering in ecstasy. He gently sucks on her as he makes figure 8’s on her increasingly sensitive inner lips and clitorus.
Y/n started panting, her orgasm coming up on her quicker and quicker as he took his time with her. “Buck… I’m gonna- Ah!” He smiled slowly, pulling away from her pussy to whisper, “I know… cum for me, pretty girl. Let it all go…” Her heart pounded in her chest, she didn’t realize how much stress she was holding back with all that was happening lately, and here was her man, taking care of her to help release all that pent up stress. All she could focus on was how good Bucky’s mouth felt, and how deep those vibrating fingers of his felt, hitting and stroking all the right spots. She clenched around his vibranium fingers and moaned out as she came hard, “B- Bucky!” He smirked as his touch sensors registered her clenching rhythmically on him, letting her orgasm wash over her as he prolonged it as much as he could.
Her chest heaved as she felt her climax rush through her body, feeling like fireworks again. He was gentle to slow his vibrations before gently pulling his fingers out, making sure she caught a glimpse of him slowly licking his them clean. She whined and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him up to lay on top of her, needing his beefy crushing weight to help ground her from her high. “You feel better, baby?” He smiled as he heard her huff softly, “Yes… holy fuck…” She clung to him like a much needed life line. He hovers over her and smiles, gently squishing her and letting her cling to him as much as she needs, letting her come down from her orgasm.
She sighs happily, forgetting herself as she softly whispers, “I love you.”
Buck freezed on top of her, opening his eyes to look at her as she does as well. Neither of them move until Bucky whispers back, “You…” He’s almost certain she can hear his heart race in his chest. By the time he looked down at her, he could see she’d pulled her hands away, hiding her face in her small hands. “Oh my fucking God…” He almost let his chuckle slip out, she was so adorable like this, all embarrassed, and cheeks so pink that they spread to the tops of her ears.
He sat up and pulled her along with him, gently easing her hands away from her face to see she already had tears of embarrassment in her eyes. But his heart skipped a beat as he gently rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, “Is it true? Do you love me?” His eyes were so soft as Y/n bite her lips, the last time she told someone she loved them, they ended up hurting her very badly. But she closed her eyes for a moment before she looked down at her hands in his, her voice, soft and meek. “Yes… I do love you…” She braced herself, waiting for him to say or do anything. But Bucky gently took her cheeks in his hands, gently lifting her face so she could look at him. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw just how beautiful and soulful his steel blue eyes are. “Baby… I love you too… God, I’ve wanted to tell you that for so long now…”
She blushed, slowly smiling up at him. “Feels nice to say it…” She reached to hold his wrist as she batted her eyelashes at him, her tears falling from her eyes, “I love you.” He basked in her soft words as he gently pressed his forehead against hers, “I love you.” He leaned in to kiss her, his lips still coated in her cum as he took his time, but she didn’t care as she kissed him back.
Neither of them wanted to move from their spot on the couch, softly murmuring how they loved one another, all while kissing and touching each other like their lives depended on it.
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“I’ll just need a major credit card from you to complete your translation, sir.”
He smirked at the teenage cashier, opening his wallet and handing her his card. “I called before I arrived in New York, I had some specific requests…” The cashier flustered for a moment as she pulled out a small stack of papers, “Oh, okay… what was the name on that?” He slowly smiled, drilling his eyes into her… making her very uncomfortable. “Prescott. Nevin Prescott.”
She looked through the notes, seeing he wanted a shipping container in a more secluded part of the dock, in an area hardly anyone went to. But she bit her lips and nodded, pulling the paper from the stack. “Ah, yes. I see it right here…”
She swiped the card and grabbed his receipt from the printer, turning for a moment to reach the key to his unit. “I’ll need a signature for our records, and your shipping container is number G56.”
He snatched the key from her, tucking it in his jacket pocket. “You don’t need a signature.” He turned and walked off, army green duffle bag in hand as he headed to his rented shipping container. The teenage cashier gulped hard, feeling very uneasy from his presence, especially with such an odd request he had asked for. But she willed herself not to think about it too much… or what a man like that could have in store for such a private shipping container.