Summary: Everything about Bucky Barnes drives you wild…that’s basically the plot…
Warnings: smut, sexual tension
A/N: I spent today writing my own mini thesaurus, by hand, and I came up with this idea during my breaks.
“Fuck!” Your back slammed down against the thick mat, air shoot out of your lungs.
“If you’re not paying close attention to your enemies you’re going to get yourself killed. What the hell has you so distracted?” Steve stretched a hand out, helping you up.
“N-Nothing.” You huffed, avoiding eye contact with the super soldier in front of you.
That was a lie, a big fat lie. You were completely distracted by the man across the room, the one with the glistening metal arm and the chocolate brown hair. Motherfucking Bucky Barnes.