Show Me Love 6
Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Plot: After arguably the best night of your life, you wake up forced to face reality. OR Dr. Barnes looks damn good when he’s asleep.
Warnings: language and girl talk, that’s really it, with like one or two references to sex
A/N: Barely any Buck in this installment, sorry loves! I apologize PROFUSELY for taking so long to update this. This semester has kicked my ass(like for instance I have 12 papers due next week and I’m writing smut instead…), and with my depression and PTSD flaring up, I just haven’t been able to find my muse. I didn’t want to put out anything less than y’all deserve, so I wanted to wait until I got my groove back. Well, she’s back, and she’s here with a VENGENCE!!! So please, ENJOY!!
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⬅️⬅️PART 5 ||| PART 7➡️➡️
Waking up proves to be one of the hardest things you’ve ever had to do that morning. Your gummy eyes ache as you try to blink them open and when the light hits them for the first time, you groan.
Steeling yourself for the hangover and the throbbing skull that came with it, you opened your eyes all the way.
The ache you’re expecting doesn’t reside in your head.
Instead, it lies in your hips and between your legs.
A familiar ache.
An ache you haven’t felt for a very long time.
An ache that leaves you feeling empty yet sated all at the same time.
And that’s when you notice the sensation of a heavy arm draping across your waist.
Your blood runs cold as adrenaline shoots through your veins along with the sudden realization at whose arm is around you.
Eyes no longer bleary, you look over at the brunette head of hair that’s fanned out over both of your pillows.
You fucked your professor last night.
…Did you really think this through?
Bucky’s grip is like a vice as you attempt to wiggle free, trying desperately to sneak away unnoticed.
God, you would kill for another round. Judging by the painfully hard morning wood digging into your lower back, Bucky wouldn’t mind either.
It would be so easy. Just wake him up with a few kisses and a wandering hand here and there and the two of you could fall right back into the sheets.
And with the way he’s breathing down your neck, that strong arm holding you just right, you wouldn’t mind rolling him over and riding him for all you’re worth.
But you need to get out of here.
So, with as much grace as you can muster this early in the morning, you shimmied and squeezed and finally wiggle free of his tight grip.
From there, you had to retrieve your abandoned clothes.
This proved easier said than done.
Your dress is the first thing you find, in a crumbled heap on the floor of the bedroom. Looking at it with sex and alcohol addled eyes proved that there was no way you were going to get it back on by yourself. You scan the room quickly, eyes landing on the dresser.
Ok, Plan B.
It took longer than it should have to find your purse, but evetunally you found it and with one final forlone glance over your shoulder, you left Bucky alone to return home.
You shut your apartment door as quietly as possible and head to the living room, praying to god that by some miracle, Natasha has a hangover for once.
“There she is!” Of course, you have no such luck. “And ohh ho ho!! Caught red handed!” There on the couch, are Nat and Wanda, holding coffees and smiling ear to ear at you.
You, who is wearing nothing but green boxers, oversized socks and a Coney Island t-shirt with your strappy heels and sparkling dress clutched tightly in your grip along with your purse.
“Uh, hey?” You offer lamely as you toss the dress to Nat. “Thanks for letting me borrow that, but I’m going to -”
“Oh no, you don’t.” She objects, standing as you begin to high tail it to your room. “You sit your happy ass back down and spill. Now.”
You freeze, sighing heavily, and turn back to face them.
“Can I at least change into my own clothes?”
“Nope!” Wanda chirps, smirking as she takes a swig of her coffee. “Where’s the fun in that? Besides, you earned that look. Own it.” She winks, glancing at the chair she wants you to occupy.
Begrudgingly, you sit down and begin to recount your night to the two of them.
As your story progresses, you ease into the juicy details, giggling right along with them. You all squeal when you dish on how big Dr. Barnes is, and how amazing he is in bed
“I kinda high-tailed it right out of there.” You admitted, flinching when Natasha smacked you on the knee.
“Why?! Why wouldn’t you wake him up for round two?!” Smiling sheepishly, you correct her.
“Round three…round two was kind of in the middle of the night. He just looked so fucking good. I couldn’t help myself.” You blushed furiously at the memory, Bucky’s head lolling around in drowsy pleasure before blue eyes blinked open and looked down to find your lips wrapped around his hard cock.
“Wow…I’m never going to be able to look at that man the same.” Natasha snickered.
“You won’t?! I’ve had the man’s junk in my mouth!”
“And your goods.” Wanda points out.
“So then why did you just leave?”
“Because it was so wrong! He’s my god damn teacher!”
“Not then, he wasn’t!” Natasha huffs, setting her coffee down. “Then he was just a man fucking you until you couldn’t remember your own name.” By the dreamy look in your eyes, it wasn’t too hard for her to figure what you were thinking about. “How do you think he’s going to feel when he wakes up and you aren’t there? I mean you could be in that bed right now. He could’ve been planning on making you breakfast…and then fucking you silly.” You groaned as your head fell into your hands. Before you, Wanda is nodding vigorously while Natasha smiles.
“God, I knoooow!” You whined. “But I didn’t want to face it! What if he asked where we go from there? What if he asked what would happen come Monday? Shit, I really messed up.”
“Yeah, you did.” Wanda nodded, scrunching her face up in agreement. “You should’ve stayed.”
“Oh, you know what I meant! Now I’m going to have to face him…and give him back his clothes.” Your groans bubble into laughter, causing the other two to look at you like you had three heads. “I had to hail a cab back.” You snickered, recalling the look on the guy;s face when you climbed in. “Happened to be the same driver I had last night. He didn’t even say hello, just busted out laughing. It was mortifying. And hilarious.” By the end of your story, the three of you were giggling loudly and heartily until you looked at the time and stood, excusing yourself to go shower.
You would be lying if you said you didn’t spend the entire time thinking what would’ve happened if you had just stayed.