My Couch Pairing | Bucky Barnes x f!Reader Warnings | alludes to sex, flirting Word count | 497 Summary | Bucky has stolen your couch
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Sighing, you stepped into the room with a little smirk playing against your lips.
"Hey stranger," your voice is sarcastic, almost harsh, "That is my couch." You state, pillow and blanket clutched between your arms and your body as you stand over the man lounging over the cushions.
"Oh yeah?" He hums, a flash of metal seen as he carded the fingers through his brown locks.
"Oh yeah. So I suggest you move before I make room for myself." You say with a little fake smile, making the man chuckle. He made a gesture that said 'go on' and you grinned, wide.
You clambered onto him, hands either side of the gorgeous man's head as you straddled his hips. You gasped when you felt something harden beneath you. Your lips curled into a smirk.
"Comfortable?" Bucky affirmed when you finished wiggling your hips and you bit your bottom lip.
You hummed in agreement, lowering yourself down so your were resting on his chest, face mere inches away from Bucky's.
"Very."
"Well, I'd love to know the name of the person whose couch I've stolen." Bucky said absently, eyes flitting around the room with mock innocence.
"Y/n Wilson. Sam's cousin. And I'd love to know who is stealing my couch in the first place." You asked with a raised brow.
"Bucky Barnes." Bucky confirmed and you gasped with fake realisation.
"Sam's stuck up cyborg friend? Who knew I'd ever get the honour?" You playfully teased, nose bumping into his.
"Y/n, get off Bucky. And Bucky, stop flirtin' with my family." Sam's less than impressed voice rang behind you and both you and Bucky turned to face him.
Sam had his arms crossed over his chest defensively, a brow cocked as he waited expectantly for you to move.
You looked back to Bucky and he smirked, smug and sure as you drummed your fingers against his metal arm.
"Y/n." Sam chided and you sighed.
"See you later, cyborg." You hummed, leaning down to nip playfully at Bucky's full lower lip - so pink and plump that it had been taunting you - before climbing off Bucky and sauntering from the room.
Bucky's flesh hand rose slowly, the tips of his fingers tracing where you'd nipped as his eyes lingered where you'd left the room.
"Drop the lustful gaze, Barnes. She's much too young for you." Bucky snapped to it.
"Hm?" He hummed.
"She's 20, and last time I checked, you're at least 150." Sam smirked and Bucky threw the pillow you'd dropped by the sofa at him.
"106. I'm 106." Bucky muttered and Sam chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just back off before I use that shield on you." Sam jibed and Bucky's face split into a smile.
"Aye, aye, Captain!" He chanted, fingers forming a salute over his brow that made them both burst into giggles.
