I Need Your Help Part 8
Summary: Bucky gets an invitation to a family friends wedding and it turns out that his ex girlfriend will be attending as well. Panicked at the thought of seeing her, he asks you, his best friend to attend the wedding with him as his girlfriend in attempts to show his ex that he’s moved on.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: 40′s Bucky as always, a bit swearing
A/N: This imagine is getting longer than I expected, I hope you guys are liking it.
Both you and Winifred walked into the house and let out a deep sigh. “George? James?” she shouts in the empty house. After not getting a response, she turns to you and shrugs. “I guess they went somewhere.”
You nod your head and throw your bags over your shoulder. After getting the dress you both went to a different shop to get shoes as well. Winifred tried paying for both but you politely declined.
“I’m gonna head upstairs and put this stuff away.” you inform her and she nods.
“I’ll get started on dinner.” Winifred says.
“Would you like some help?” you question and Winifred smiles. Bucky only brought Carolyn and you over to the house. She knew he was a flirt when he was younger but he never brought any girl over to the house unless it was a serious relationship.
When Carolyn would come over for dinner or just come over in general she wouldn’t offer to help make dinner or offer to help with anything at all so when you offered to help her make dinner, it made her happy. She was happy knowing her son found the perfect person for him. You were the girlfriend she loved. She would choose you over Carolyn in a heartbeat.
“Yes I would, thank you.” Winifred responded.
“Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” You smile. Winifred nods her head and you rush upstairs, pushing the door open. You enter Bucky’s childhood bedroom and set down your bags before quickly changing into more comfortable clothes.
Once you were done you make your way downstairs and into the kitchen where Winifred was. You noticed she changed as well.
“What are we making today?” you question as she handed you an apron.
“Chicken with mushrooms and both broccoli and mashed potatoes.” she responds with a smile and I nod. “Did you cook for your family?”
“Yes. My mother was really sick so I would usually cook.” you tell her.
“Can I count on you to cook the mashed potatoes and broccoli?” she questions and you nod, getting the things you’d need.
Bucky walked in the house with his father. They had just got done watching a baseball game together. The smell of chicken filled the air, causing Bucky to take a deep breath.
“Your mother must be cookin’.” George tells Bucky. They walk into the kitchen, seeing both Y/N and Winifred laughing and talking as they cooked.
“Smells good in here.” George speaks. Bucky’s mother snaps her head up and smiles.
“You’re home!” she cheers as she kisses Bucky’s father. Y/N turns her head from her spot at the stove and smiles at Bucky.
Y/N continues to stir around the mashed potatoes while Bucky makes his way over to her. Without hesitation Bucky wraps both of his arms around Y/N’s waist, holding her close to his chest.
“What are you doing, Doll?” he questions as he placed delicate kisses along her shoulder.
“Helping your mom cook dinner.” you respond with a smile. It was unfamiliar to him. Carolyn never helped his mother cook dinner.
“Shoo, shoo, go away! Let her help me, James.” Bucky’s mother waves him off you and you giggle. With a groan Bucky lets you go but stands next to you while you cooked.
“What kind of dress did you get?” he questions as you both stood there in the kitchen.
“A pretty one.” you simply say and Bucky looks at you with a smile.
“Jeez Y/N thanks for the description, it really helped me.” he replied sarcastically.
“Shush, James.” you smirk and Bucky leans over to whisper in your ear.
“Ya know, I’d love to hear you say my name while you’re under me.” he breathes softly, causing you to tense up. Bucky laughs and you clear your throat, looking back at Winifred who was deep into a conversation with her husband.
“Highly inappropriate, James.” you say, keeping your eyes on the food in front of you.
“You’re blushing.” he smiles.
“So?” you murmur.
“Y/N do you ever think about having sex with me?” he asks quietly so that his parents wouldn’t hear him.You wondered why he was asking this question. It was completely out of the blue. He’s never asked you things like this.
Bucky had this new found confidence with you suddenly. It would be a lie if he said he’s never wanted to ask you that question. He’s been wondering what sex with you would be like.
“What?” you blurt, completely thrown off at his question. If you had been drinking water, you would have choked on it.
“You heard me.” he smirked.
“Um,” you gather your thoughts before responding. “Now’s not the time for this discussion, Bucky.”
“Oh c’mon, Doll.” he nudges you playfully. “Maybe we can act on it later.”
You roll your eyes at him and he goes back to thinking about doing intimate things with you. He wondered how you’d sound, moaning his name out loud, getting louder and louder to the point where he’d have to place his hand over your mouth. He bet you’d look nothing but beautiful underneath him.
Then the memories of earlier crossed his mind and he steps away from you quickly. He felt disgusting for what he did with Carolyn. He doesn’t know why he always goes back to her. He feels guilty, he feels as though he cheated on you.
You notice his sudden change in behavior and your eyebrow quirks up. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, nothing. Just trying to visualize what you’d look like with a dress on.” he lies but you fall for it.
“Of course you are.” you chuckle. You go back to cooking while Bucky stands there, disgusted with himself. He shouldn’t have gave in.
After dinner both you and Bucky throw yourselves onto the bed. You squirm around, trying to get comfortable but Bucky wraps his arm around you, pulling you close to him.
“Bucky no.” you whine as you turn around in his arms to face him.
“Bucky yes.” he responds and you roll your eyes. He stares at you for the longest time while a smile grows on his face. “I really like you, you know?”
“I like you too.” you respond softly. Bucky leans in and kisses you softly, pulling away too soon for your liking. You grab the back of his neck, pulling him into yet another kiss. Bucky chuckles into the kiss at your actions. His hand that was set on your hip slides down onto your thigh. He grips it tightly and pulls it over his leg, getting you even closer to him. You push yourself over on him, now straddling his hips.
You both break from the kiss for some air and you stare down at Bucky. His hands were holding you from your waist and he smiled. Suddenly, you remembered what Winifred told you merely hours ago.
“Bucky.” you breathe, getting off of him. You sit next to Bucky and he soon joins you.
“What?” he questions. “It it about the kiss? I thought it was okay I mean we like each other and-”
“It’s not that, Buck.” you cut him off and he lets out a sigh of relief.
“Alright then, what is it?” he asks.
You fiddle with your fingers, not looking up at him as you spoke. “Your mom told me why you and Carolyn really broke up.”
He stiffens up at your words. “Oh.”
You decide to look up at him and sigh. “Why didn’t you tell me the truth? I’m your best friend Bucky. We tell each other everything.”
Bucky made a face when you said ‘best friend’. He didn’t like it. It’s not like he was friend-zoned. You were kissing him a couple of seconds ago.
“I didn’t want you to think I was pathetic. You knew me as a ladies man and would have probably made fun of me if I told you Carolyn cheated on me.” he tells you and you shake your head.
“No, I wouldn’t have. What she did was awful Bucky. No man or woman should have to ever go through that.” you speak as you take his hand in yours.
Here comes the guilt, flooding through him. Everything that him and Carolyn did earlier. He shakes his head, trying not to think about it.
Here you are, a wonderful, gorgeous girl who hasn’t hurt him but yet he’s still chasing after the girl who broke him. “I’m sorry.”
“You can tell me anything Bucky. I’m here for you.” you tell him as you scoot closer to him.
He lets out a sigh as he pulls you into his arms. “I know. Thank you.”
“Come on, lets go to bed.” you suggest. He nods and strips down to his briefs before turning off the light and snuggling up to you.
“Goodnight Bucky.” you murmur as you kiss his cheek.
“Night beautiful.” he responds as guilt consumes him even more.
A/N: How do you guys feel about smut?
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