(Bucky x Reader)
Thank you @narsissisticcracker for the request! (Sorry for how long it took!)
Summary: Beefy Bucky! One day he catches you staring at him and makes you tell him why, but you’re embarrassed because his beefiness turns you on.
Warnings: Makeout sesh, language a little bit.
You walked into the gym for your morning workout session, when you saw your boyfriend lifting weights in front of the mirrors. He grunted softly as he curled his huge biceps. You walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders, giving him a quick kiss on his neck.
“Hey Doll, why are you here so early?” Bucky asked, removing his headphones and turning to face you.
“I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep.” You replied before making your way over to the tread mill.
Lucky for you, the treadmill was positioned so you had the perfect view of Bucky. Man, he was so beefy. His muscles were enormous, he had always been strong, but something was different. He had been working out more than usual lately, causing him to look huge and you couldn’t stop staring at him. Every now and then he’d glance over at you and smirk, and you’d look away pretending you hadn’t been staring at him all along. After 20 minutes you moved to an even better ‘Bucky watching’ location, the chin up bar. At this point, he very obviously knew something was up with you. He put down his weights and walked over to you. This didn’t stop you from continuing with your exercise, until he grabbed you by the waist and lifted you off the chin up bar.
“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” You yelled as he effortlessly placed you on the ground, despite your squirming.
“You like what you see, huh?” He grinned slyly.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said pretending to be clueless, trying to return to your workout.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Bucky grabbed your wrist, spinning you around to face him.
“Buck-“ You whispered, your faces just inches apart.
“Tell me why you keep staring at me.” He growled seductively, both intimidating you, and turning you on.
“You’re just so muscular, and beefy.” You ran your hands along his shoulders and down his back.
“I’m beefy?” He questioned, sounding surprised.
“Yeah, y’know, you’re just, I don’t know.” You buried your face in his chest in embarrassment.
“Am I making you blush Y/n?” He laughed brushing your hair off your neck.
You felt his warm lips make contact with your skin, causing chills to run down your spine. He knew all your sweet spots, and exactly how to make you collapse into him.
“Do I turn you on Y/n?” He whispered into your ear.
“Y-yes.” You answered breathily.
He pushed you against the wall and placed his huge metal hand under your ass, lifting you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his bulky core. His lips never left yours. This kiss was needy, sloppy, but still passionate. Your hands grasped his hair, and he moved his lips to your jawline leaving airy pecks. He pulled away brushing his nose against yours, releasing your legs.
“Maybe I should work out in the morning more often.” You smirked, biting your lower lip.
“I am pretty hot I guess.” He laughed walking away, purposefully flexing just to tease you.