Ride - Bucky Barnes
Request: Can I please V-Day smut with Bucky? Bucky, stolen bouquet of roses and a kiss… and that’s all I want for Valentine’s Day :D ((Anon))
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Smut. Thigh-riding. Dirty talk.
A/n: I’m a slut for thigh-riding.
You were sitting on the small couch of yours and Bucky’s apartment. It was in New York, and front his high up you could barely hear the traffic below. But you were starting to worry, Bucky hadn’t been home all day, which you hadn’t worried about at first; he said he was going to have lunch with Steve, which you were always fine with, but when he wasn’t home around three you got anxious.
Now it was eight at night, and Bucky still wasn’t home. You were pacing, running your hands through your hair and glancing out the window every other minute. The door clicks open and you spin around, running down the hall and hugging him.
“I got worried when you didn’t come home.” He presses a kiss to your cheek as you pull away and reveals from behind his back a bouquet of roses.
“They’re beautiful.” You take them from him staring down at the white and black roses. You never really did like the color red, too much to do with Hydra.
“I had to find the most beautiful roses for the prettiest woman in the world.” You blush, looking up to him and smiling.
“Let me go find a vase.” You walk quickly into the kitchen, and fish a vase from the bottom shelf of your lazy susan.