Summary: Nat and Wanda get tired of the ever growing sexual tension between you and Bucky so they decide to take action.
Word count: 2639
Warnings: swearing, implied smut
Requested by anon: Can you do a Bucky x reader based on the song Slow Hands by Niall Horan. I live for your writing.
A/N: this was my first songfic. I wrote a fic inspired by the song using a few variations of lines that fit with the story rather than one with big chunks of lyrics between paragraphs. Hope it’s ok 😊
‘Damn that man is something else’ Natasha sighed as she stretched on a training mat next to Wanda. She was gazing at Bucky as he grunted against the weights on the bench press and Wanda giggled at her dumbfounded expression.
‘Keep dreaming Nat, you know he only has eyes for (Y/N). She’s got him wrapped around her little finger but she has no idea. I bet he’d walk through fire if she asked him to’ she laughed when Natasha rolled her eyes and she got her phone out of the gym bag lying next to her. 'Who’re you texting now?’
’(Y/N)’. Wanda tutted and giggled again. 'She has to see this’ she said, her eyes moving again to Bucky as he got off the bench and dragged the back of his hand over his forehead to wipe the sweat off of his face and she hit send. When your phone had gone off you were sat with Sam, both in silence as you scrolled through your Instagram feed just enjoying each other’s company. Knowing Nat it was nothing but the text made it sound urgent so you exhaled heavily and sat up.
'Urgh I’ve got to go. Nat wants me’ you sighed and Sam rolled his eyes.
'She still trying to set you up with Bucky?’ he asked and you laughed.
'Something like that. God I wish she’d stop it’s just embarrassing for me. It’s not even like he likes me back’ you whined and Sam scoffed.
'Keep telling yourself that. Sorry do you need a guide dog? I think you may have gone blind’ he retorted.
'Ha ha. But seriously I’ve got to go’ you said, waving as you walked out and headed down to the gym. When you shoved the doors open Nat’s face lit up and she waved you over. You met her bright grin with an irritated scowl and she and Wanda both burst out laughing. Unbeknownst to you, Bucky, upon noticing your arrival, had puffed his chest out, loaded up the weights so they held at least 200lbs and started deadlifting the enormous weight. Deliberately not looking at him you keep your eyes on the girls and make a beeline for their mat so you miss the side glances Bucky was giving you, hoping you’ll look over. 'What?’ you hissed when you got within earshot. Nat just grinned wickedly, nodding over at Bucky while Wanda was in stitches laughing. 'And?’
'And he’s hot as hell and every day that you skirt around the glaringly obvious sexual tension between you makes me question what the hell is wrong with you’ she replied, her voice gradually getting louder. 'Look just go over and talk to him’ she said and you sighed. 'Please?’ she whined and you huffed and got up from the mat.
'Fine’ you snapped and you made your way over to him. 'Hey Buck’ you greeted, lifting a hand to wave at him as you approached. When he saw you his eyes widened, he dropped the weights just missing his foot and he cursed under his breath. 'Sorry, did I interrupt? I’ll just go’ you said, turning slightly to return to Nat and Wanda.
'No!’ he almost yelled and you turned back to him. 'I mean no you didn’t interrupt, it’s fine I was just about to stop anyway’ he said hurriedly.
'Can you really lift all that?’ you asked in disbelief, noting the loaded up bar at his feet.
'Yeah, you know it’s really not that hard, it’s all in the stance. Come here I’ll show you’ he stepped back and gestured for you to stand in front of it. You bit your lip and looked back at the girls who were nodding furiously and sticking their thumbs up at you.
'Ok but only if you take some of the weights off. Not all of us are super soldiers Barnes’ you teased and he laughed nervously as he went to lessen the weight you’d be lifting. You stood in front of the bar with Bucky inches behind you and he instructed you in a low voice, sending shivers down your spine with every word that left his lips.
'First you gotta stand with your legs apart and your feet just underneath the bar’ he said and when you complied he nodded and continued. 'Then when you bend over to grab the bar make sure you keep your legs straight’. You did as he said, bending over and wrapping your fingers round the metal, trying desperately to ignore all the dirty thoughts fogging your mind as you felt your bum press against his crotch and you flushed when he made no effort to move back. 'When you’re ready to lift, bend your knees so your shins touch the bar, lift your chest, straighten your back and pull. Take a deep breath, hold it and stand up with the weight’. You bent your knees and lifted the bar as he said, almost laughing when you felt it come off of the floor. When it became too much you dropped it, stepping back and bumping into Bucky.
'Whoops’ you giggled as you fell into his chest which soon became more of a nervous chuckle as you felt his large hands come to rest on your hips and his hot breath on your neck as his hair tickled your cheek.
'Whoa there, think you might need to sit down’ he said, so quietly it was like a whisper and you nodded, wanting nothing more that to leave this uncomfortable situation. 'Here’ he said, offering you his water bottle as you sat on the bench next to his mat. You thanked him and took a swig from the bottle, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking over at the girls who’d been watching, gaping in disbelief. You raised an eyebrow at them and missed the lustful look Bucky was giving you as you took another mouthful of his water. You looked back to Bucky as he returned to deadlifting the weights and shot him a smile as you leaned back on the bench, waving at Steve when he entered. One eyebrow arched when he saw you sat with Bucky but he shrugged and made his way over to you.
'Hey (Y/N), didn’t think you’d be here’ he said, apparently ignoring Bucky, still releasing grunts of exertion.
'Rogers I’m offended. I come to the gym all the time, boy do I love training’ you said sarcastically and he laughed. 'Buck was just teaching me how to deadlift. He’s really a very, very good teacher’ you said putting emphasis on each word and lowering your voice almost to a whisper, inwardly laughing as Bucky’s grunts turned to embarrassed coughing.
'Nice (Y/N)’ Steve replied, smiling at you as your inward laughs turned to childish giggles. 'Anyway I thought you girls always spent the whole day leading up to one of Tony’s parties getting ready?’ he said and your eyes widened.
'That’s tonight? Oh shit’ you exclaimed, running over to where Wanda and Nat were still sat, evidently not planning on training any time soon. You grabbed their hands and pulled them up, still looking slightly panicked. 'Tony’s party is tonight?’ you yelled and they nodded nonchalantly. 'Why didn’t you tell me? Oh god I’ve got nothing to wear! I can’t go I’ve not had enough time to get ready’.
'Relax (Y/N) we’ve already picked out a dress for you and Nat will do your hair and makeup. You have to look killer tonight, we’re gonna get our old pal Buckaroo to give way to his urges and finally make a move on you. He just needs a little push’ Wanda explained and you rolled your eyes, tugging them both by the hand out of the gym and up to your bedroom.
'It doesn’t leave much to the imagination does it?’ you said, your voice a high pitched squeak with nerves as you tugged at the hem of the slim fitting burgundy dress that stopped above your mid thigh. The plunging neckline showed off a modest amount of cleavage and Nat had straightened your hair and given you a smokey eye with lipstick almost the exact colour as the dress and velvet six inch heels. Wanda squealed when you stepped out and Nat’s jaw dropped. 'Does it look terrible?’ you asked nervously.
’(Y/N) if I was Bucky I’d fuck you on the spot’ Nat deadpanned and your rolled your eyes. 'Ok well lets get going I can’t wait for you two to get together for much longer!'
'Steve is she trying to fucking kill me?’ Bucky growled to his best friend, his hands tightening around the beer bottle he was holding and his eyes never leaving you as you danced with some of the tech guys. Nat and Wanda were with you, wholly encouraging you as you swung your hips teasingly and beckoned one of them forwards with one finger. When he came closer your hand closed around his tie and you pulled him towards you as you began grinding against him.
'Language Buck’ Steve warned. 'I told you, tell her how you feel and then you might be dancing with her. Like that’ he said, blushing at little as he watched your overly provocative dance around the flustered man you’d chosen to be your victim. Bucky growled, now watching your partner and he made up his mind to teach this little boy to stay away from his girl. 'Don’t hurt him Buck’ Steve yelled in vain to his retreating back. When your back was turned Bucky almost soundlessly pulled the technician back and took his place, any noises of protest being drowned out by the music. When you felt two muscular arms tighten around your waist and pull you up against him, you knew it was Bucky and you leant into his touch.
'Doll, what do you think you’re doing?’ he growled into your ear and you worked to suppress the moan threatening to break your composure. 'I’ve been watching you all night in this little number and you’ve not looked my way once’. You responded by spinning around to face him, gripping the lapels of his jacket with both hands and pulling him even closer.
'You mean like this?’ you whispered, smiling innocently up at him as you met his dark blue eyes. He pressed his forehead to yours and his fingers dug into your sides making you sigh with pleasure and close your eyes. You let the music carry you, pushing yourself up against the front of Bucky’s jeans and whispering his name into his ear as you moved your hips rhythmically against his.
'Fuck’ he snarled and you pulled back, looking into his eyes for mere milliseconds before his lips crashed into yours and he was kissing you with a desperate urgency that made you smirk as you kissed back, your hands snaking under his jacket and wrapping round his waist, feeling the rippling muscles underneath his dress shirt. His hands were slowly moving down from your hips to your thighs, the metal on skin contact making you gasp against his lips and giving him an entrance to force his tongue inside your mouth. They found the hem of your dress and started pushing it up, getting dangerously high and you pulled away, his lips chasing yours in an attempt to get them back. You removed your hands from his hips and pushed his hands away then grabbed his tie, pulling his head down to your level you pressed your lips to his ear.
'Not here’ you whispered, only just audible to him above the sound of his own heartbeat and the booming music. 'We should take this back to my room’. When you let go of his tie he remained close, breathing heavily and staring at you, his eyes almost black with desire. He nodded and gripped your hand as though making sure that there was no way he was leaving the party without you, pulling you through the partying throng and out of the door, not stopping until he reached the elevator and hit the button. When the doors closed his lips met yours again, his body pinning you to the wall and his flesh hand gripped one exposed thigh and hoisted it up so it rested on his hip. He kept this hand firmly on your thigh but let his metal hand roam your body, slowly skimming up one side from the hem of your dress to your collarbone, forcing a guttural moan to leave your lips. Your hands tugged at his hair as he left wet kisses along your neck, down to your cleavage and back up to your ear, nipping on your lobe and eliciting yet another breathless moan from you.
'You were dancing with that kid from tech’ he whispered and your breathing hitched. 'You led that poor boy on to play with me’. You nodded silently, squeezing your eyes shut and noting how quickly Bucky had regained control. He was pushing your dress up tantalisingly slowly but when he saw your burgundy lace panties you could tell his control was weak as his eyes widened and he swallowed.
'Yes Sergeant’ you gasped and his eyes shot to yours. Once more closing the gap between you he buried his face in your hair as he tried to recompose himself. 'The boy meant nothing. It’s you I really want. I want you, Bucky’ you simpered and he pulled back to look into your eyes. 'I’m yours’. That was it for Bucky. A low, animalistic groan emanated from his chest and he pushed himself into you, rejoining your lips but your hands didn’t stop, steadily moving over each other’s bodies as though systematically trying to memorise each and every curve and muscle. You were so caught up in each other that neither of you heard the doors of the elevator open or Nat and Wanda both watching, their mouths agape as you stripped Bucky of his jacket and began on his buttons and as Bucky clawed desperately at the seams of your dress until they tore. He discarded the dress and stood back, gazing at you with admiration as he drank in your exposed form, your flushed cheeks as you stood in just your matching underwear and heels and the playful smile on your face. You beckoned him towards you and he complied, dropping his own shirt on the floor as he did. Planting himself between your legs, he kissed you with such passion that it took your breath away and your hands ran across his broad chest and muscled torso, digging your nails in a little leaving tiny red scratches in your wake.
'I really liked that dress as well’ both your heads snapped up in shock at Nat’s voice and you pulled Bucky in front of you when you saw both of them stood there. 'Oh well I’ll get another one’ she shrugged as though nothing had happened and you peeked out at her from behind Bucky. He turned his head slightly to look down at you.
'Your room?’ he asked and you nodded, leaving your clothes in the lift as Bucky lifted you off of your feet so that your legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands cupped your bum. You made your way past the girls and to your bedroom door at the end of the corridor, hungrily attacking Bucky’s lips with your own as he fumbled behind himself to open you door.
'Tell us all about it’ you heard Wanda yell after you, just before Bucky kicked the door shut, lay you onto your bed and, lowering himself on top of you, reattached his lips to yours as a beginning to a night you would never forget.