Word count: 387
Warnings: daddy kink, breeding kink, cheating (let me know if I missed anything)
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-----------The sound of your boyfriend talking went through you; you couldn’t care what he was on about. Considering there were better things to look at and think about—his dad.
You saw where Nickolas got his looks from. His father, James Barnes, was nothing you had ever seen before. He was gorgeous, with his shoulder-length brown hair tied in a small bun, his jawline covered in a manageable beard that made his jaw look sharp, and his steel blue eyes that could pierce you into your soul, but they looked at you with softness. His physique was unlike anything you had ever seen, and the sleeves of his shirts always seemed to be hanging on by a thread, desperately clinging to his skin. When he wears his henley, it is always your favourite; it looks simple, but the way he wears it makes you feral.
As Nickolas talked, you just stared at James. Your eyes wander down his hack to his ass, the grey joggers doing wonders to his body, travelling down to his thighs. You wonder what it was like to lay on them.
"Babe?” Nickolas clicked his fingers in your face, snapping you out of your trance. You shook your head and looked over at him. You didn't notice how scruffy his hair was; it was cute. His shirt was a plain black one; it was dirty. You saw it on the floor in his room when you came around yesterday.
"Sorry, what did you say?" You asked, clueless about what he was talking about.
He rolled his eyes with a huff "I was saying, I'm going to Leon's place tonight and I’m coming back late, so don't wait up." He grumbled, leaning back in his chair and picking up his phone, leaving you to do whatever. You know what that means. He was going to leave for the shops and come back with snacks, drinks, and condoms, leave a few hours later, and sleep with another woman. You nod. You're used to his routine by now. So, you just leave him and his phone to do whatever your mind can think of.
Somehow, you ended up on the third floor of this place. It wasn't hidden that James was loaded with money. You didn't know what he did, but you didn't ask.
His house was lovely. The kitchen was your favourite spot. The many ovens kept you occupied with cooking goods for both of them; there was plenty of space for you to do many things at once, and the kitchen island was your favourite. It was practically your dream kitchen! It was gorgeous.
"Sweetheart? What are you doing up here?" James asked from behind you. You swirled around and looked at him, your heart beating out of your chest as you looked at him. He smelled so good.
"I was bored. Am I not allowed up here?" You ask, not knowing where you can go and where you can't go; you've only been here three times before.
"You are; don't worry about that, but I thought you were talking to Nick." He asked, sliding his hands in his pockets and watching you with a look in his eye that you couldn't point out.
"I got bored; he's on his phone all the time, so I didn't know what else to do." You replied with a shrug, relaxing again.
He nodded with a sigh. "You're going to Leon's place, right?" He questioned, leaning on the wall. He looked so tall from your angle that you didn't know how to feel about it.
"No, it's boring since I'm the only girl there while they play games," You lie, looking down at the hem of your skirt and twirling it around your finger with a sigh. Bucky took notice.
<The thing is, he knew what his son was like. He was a liar and unfaithful, just like his mother. He tried his best to raise him right without his mother, but he didn't try hard enough considering your heart isn't the first he broke. And that pissed James off.

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