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Teacher's Favorite

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

18 + MINORS DNI

Warnings: smut ( not just dirty thoughts this time - reader gets laid tf out so assume all of the above when it comes to sex ), language, possessive behavior, jealous behavior, a lot of flirting, a little bit of angst, fluff, there’s a lot of build up!

Word Count: 9.1k (aka buckle tf up)

Synopsis: You and Bucky get to know each other pretty easily. He really seems to lay the flirtation on thick, but you’re having trouble understanding it. Bucky considers himself a patient man, but he’s running out of patience waiting for the right moment to make a move. Until the perfect moment strikes, and the both of you end up rather satisfied.

Teacher's Favorite AU || Masterlist

“I am going to a first grader’s birthday.”

You’d lost count of how many times you had repeated those words. It had been a long time since you had been this nervous, and you were struggling to keep your priorities straight. The main reason you were going was to make Elaine happy. Her hot dad just happened to be part of it.

You fully expected Elaine’s dad - Bucky - to be some mediocre looking man with a real adoration for his daughter. Instead, you met an overly attractive man with a real adoration for his daughter. Not to mention the fact he was most definitely flirting with you. You were a nervous wreck the moment you laid eyes on him, and he seemed to enjoy that fact. By the time they left the classroom that evening you were exhausted. It felt like you were holding your breath the entire time he was standing by you. Maybe because you could practically feel his eyes on you the entire time. No matter where you moved to, he was watching.

Shaking your head you huffed leaning back in your seat. You only had ten minutes before you were late for the party, but you were so anxious it was hard to just get it over with and go. Looking over at the gift bag in the passenger seat you imagined how happy Elaine would be tearing through the tissue paper. Thinking about that was enough to get you to go. Really all that mattered was Elaine being happy, and your treacherous heart could get over itself. Besides, you had a suspicion Bucky was just being nice and you were reading too far into it.

Arriving at the house you sat for a moment staring at the rainbow balloons tied to the porch railing. The house was beautiful really. It reminded you of those HGTV homes that quite literally anyone dreamed of. Opening the car door you could hear the distant sound of kids laughing already. Part of you wanted to go into teacher mode, ready to approach the party like a classroom rather than a celebration. Taking a breath you shook off your nerves walking up to the front door. Reaching out you went to knock on the door before it was pulled open rather abruptly. Pulling back you stared up at whoever was standing in front of you.

It definitely wasn’t Bucky.

“Hi, Steve Rogers.”

He stuck out his hand to you and just stared for a moment before realizing that you should shake his hand. Trying to maintain your composure you introduced yourself. He was apparently one of Bucky’s long time friends. He was gorgeous too. Why wouldn’t he be? He pulled you inside taking the gift bag from your hand. There was an overwhelming scent of what you could distinctly recognize as bubble gum bubbles and vanilla icing. How the smell permeated the entire room, you weren’t sure. “I’ve heard quite a bit about you from Laney, sweetheart. I’m sure she’s around here somewhere.” Steve winked.

Is this a test from god?

He walked away and you stood in the midst of a bunch of children experiencing the world’s best sugar high. There were streamers placed almost too perfectly on the wall, and a few kids excitedly watching The Princess and the Frog. It was all super cute. Little girls running about with princess tiaras on their heads and colorful icing stuck to their cheeks. Curiously you looked at the photos on the wall admiring the symmetry of them all. Mostly they included Elaine and only a few contained her dad putting on a tired smile. The one that caught your attention the most was of the both of them. Elaine was much smaller and Bucky was kissing her cheek. It was sweet enough to make you smile.

“Love that one.”

Nearly jumping out of your skin you turned around finally seeing Bucky. He looked good. He smiled at you and you put your hand to your chest sighing. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He laughed putting a hand on your arm. Already feeling overwhelmingly flustered you just laughed nervously. “It’s fine.” You said reaching up and putting a hand on your face. Your skin was warm to the touch.

“You’re nervous.”

Looking up at him you desperately wanted to deny it, but he was smiling like he already knew the truth. He gently grabbed your hand, taking it from your face. “Nothin’ to be nervous about, doll.” He said. Somehow the sound of all the kids was drowned out and you looked from your hand back to him. “Come on. Elaine’s looking for you.” He said pulling you along with him still holding your hand. Externally you seemed fine. Internally you were having a breakdown. Your hand felt small in his. Hell, you felt small walking next to him. His arms looked ridiculous in that black shirt. “Did you do all this decorating?” You asked, trying to shift your focus elsewhere. Raising an eyebrow he looked back at you,

“Oh god no. I like to think I’m good at a lot of things but princess decorations isn’t one of them. I’m flattered you think I could pull it off though.”

“Where is she?! She’s here?! Stevie, where?!”

That little voice was all too familiar. Coming around the corner you saw Elaine dragging Steve alongside her. Once she saw you she gasped running towards you full speed. “Sweetheart!” She yelled and you dropped to your knees accepting her forceful hug. “Hi Elaine! You look so cute!” You said pulling back to point at her dress. She was wearing a bright yellow dress with several tiaras stacked on top of her head. Her face was all but covered in glitter as well as her lips with some bright pink lipstick. She was just the spitting image of happiness and you could just tell she was beyond excited to see you. It made your heart melt. “I’m so happy you’re here! Stevie said you were here and I started looking for you all over!” She was just rambling about anything that came to mind.

“Alright, sweety, let her breathe yeah?” Bucky said, reaching out and ruffling her already messy hair. “Okay, yeah. Here, you can have one so you can play princess too, and I want you to see the new shoes I got! They have lights on them!” She placed one of the plastic tiaras on your head and grabbed your hand trying to make you follow. “Oh, thank you! I’d love to see your shoes.” You smiled. Standing you began following her only glancing back at Bucky who was just grinning happily.

Your evening quickly went from being anxious around men to being the proclaimed queen of Elaine’s proverbial kingdom. All the other little girls made quick work of your attire saying you weren’t nearly as sparkly as you should’ve been. While one applied some glitter polish to your nails another worked a wonky braid into your hair. Elaine climbed into your lap at some point clipping some bright pink earrings to your ears and clasping a heart necklace around your neck. “You’re so pretty sweetheart. I want to be like you when I’m older.”

Something about that made tears threaten to spill from your eyes. The idea of a child looking up to you felt so surreal, but you loved every moment of it. “Me? Goodness, I want to be like you when I grow up.” Your words elicited quite a bit of laughter from the surrounding kids. They were quick to point out that you were already grown up and you just led them on. There were only two boys in the mix and they designated themselves as knights. One of them being the queen’s knight, and the other the princess's knight.

Grant – Steve’s son – played the part very seriously. “I will protect you from the evil dragon. You will be the safest queen ever.” He said holding your hand in his tiny one. Holding in a bit of laughter you nodded very seriously. “I trust you.” You said. He turned around holding one of the magic wands in his hands like it was a sword. He was undeniably cute. Light blonde hair and big blue eyes – he really looked like a little version of Steve. Elaine bounced up and down in your lap watching all the other kids play. She seemed perfectly content.

“Miss?”

You looked around Elaine, seeing a little girl standing in front of you. Grant was holding out his “sword” telling her she couldn’t get too close. “It’s alright.” You laughed, reaching out and touching his shoulder. Hesitantly he stepped aside still looking leery of the girl. “What’s your name?” You asked. She twisted back and forth making her dress sway. “I’m Alice.” She said sheepishly. “Alice, this is my sweetheart!” Elaine said, hopping off of your lap and grabbing the girl's hand. Leaning against the armrest of the chair you looked back at her and smiled, no will to correct Elaine’s words. “Oh, um, sweetheart… if you’re the queen then who is the king?”

Good question.

“Well, I don’t thi-”

“Daddy can be king!”

Before you could even say anything Elaine ran off. Usually you were good at diverting kids attention quickly but this time you were out of luck. You didn't have the energy to panic so you just huffed and waited for the inevitable. Moments later Elaine came back pulling Bucky with her. Instantly you felt your face heat up and you directed your attention to Elaine. “Now I can be princess and you and daddy can be queen and king.” She said climbing back into your lap. Bucky didn't even flinch, he just sat down right next to you. The kids carried on a few of them trying to coax Bucky into having at least a little bit of glitter on his face.

“Queen, huh?” He said, grabbing your attention. Laughing a little you shrugged adjusting the crown on your head. “Apparently I missed my calling as royalty.” You joked. He went to say something but stopped once Elaine crawled over onto him pushing a tiara on his head. She laughed at his frown and put her hands on his face. “It must be my birthday, bug.” He sighed. Putting her hands on her hips she raised an eyebrow at him. “It’s my birthday daddy!” She said, giving him a rather incredulous look. Interested in where this little tiff was going you leaned over resting your chin on your hand. “Right, but I get to sit with two pretty girls so who wins?” He said shooting you a sly wink. Unable to contain a smile you just put your hands over your face listening to Elaine giggle wildly.

He’s definitely flirting, right?

Why would he though? It was confusing to you. Nothing about you felt special enough to receive attention from someone like him. Someone so handsome. Not that you hadn’t gotten compliments and people flirting with you before – those were more acceptable somehow – but this felt so different. One, he was a father to one of your students, that’s a big one. Two, he was just unbelievably sweet to the point where it felt ingenuine. You pinned your confusion on the mistrust you had in others. Bucky was probably more genuine than anyone you knew, but you were so on guard it was hard to see. Part of you wondered if he had something to gain from being so nice towards you, but you knew he really had nothing to gain. It wasn’t like he was trying to raise his daughter’s grades or secure her a spot in some special group.

He was just nice.

“Hey, you gotta stop that.” Bucky grabbed your wrists pulling your hands from your face. His smile made you feel weak in the knees. “You look cute all flustered.” He said poking your cheek playfully. Looking back at him you just shook your head laughing. He gave you a look like you were challenging him and there was a mischievous look in his steely eyes. “What, you don’t believe me?” He said trying to catch your eyes as you tried to avoid his. Scooting closer to you he leaned over grabbing Elaine from whatever she was doing. Squirming in his arms she giggled as he tried getting her attention.

“Hey, hey. Bug, I’ve gotta ask you something.”

She calmed down at that, sitting still on his leg.

“Isn’t sweetheart cute when she's shy?”

Instinctively your face turned warm and Elaine looked over at you with a big smile.

“Duh!”

“Thank you sweety.”

She ran off again and Bucky crossed his arms looking at you with a smirk. Sighing, you looked back at him. “That’s not fair. I can’t deny her.” You said looking back to all the kids. “What’s not fair is that you need to be convinced of how pretty you are, doll.” You were desperately searching for any sort of sign that he was just messing with you. That he just wanted to get a reaction out of you, but it just wasn’t there. He just had a sweet look in his eyes and brandished a soft smile like he was speaking the gospel truth. Really you weren’t even sure how to respond other than being completely honest. “I have trouble believing anyone who says nice things.” You said, deflating with your admission.

Leaning back in his seat he nodded his head. His fingers tapped against the armrest dangerously close to your own. “I get it.” You just stared at his hands, mesmerized them. Until he reached up, hooking his index finger under your chin making you look at him. Somehow he was a lot closer than he was a minute ago. You could smell the minty gum he must’ve had at some point. “But I’ll keep telling you ‘till you believe it doll.” He just smiled. For what felt like the millionth time your face got hot and you smiled back at him. Until a magic wand slapped against his wrist and he jerked back. You gasped, putting a hand over your mouth.

“You don’t have permission to touch her! That’s dangerous!”

Grant had placed himself between the two of you giving Bucky the most scathing look you’d ever seen on a child. “Grant, no! Daddy is the king, he won’t hurt her!” Elaine squealed, running over to you. Bucky dramatically held his wrist like he had truly been injured. “Sweetheart, you have to help him!” Elaine shook your shoulders. Quickly getting the idea you grabbed one of the stray ribbons standing up and going over to Bucky. Kneeling in front of him you grabbed his hand listening to Elaine hush his pronounced cries. Wrapping the ribbon around his wrist you tied it into a bow. “Do you think he’ll be alright?” You asked. Grant nodded profusely while Elaine hesitantly agreed. Bucky wiped a few absent tears away and looked at the ribbon. “You could’ve just kissed it better.” He said with a wink.

“Ha ha very funny.” You said suppressing the blush that threatened to rise.

Once you left Bucky was a mess. For some reason he was irritated and overwhelmingly pent up. Maybe it was because he knew things would have gone very differently if it was just the two of you. No kids forbidding him from touching you or his daughter watching your every move. It was just his luck you looked as good as you did. Your dress cut off just above your knees, allowing just a little more leg than the last one. A younger version of himself would have wasted no time taking you up to his room and making his intentions completely clear. He couldn’t do that to you. Hell, you got nervous when he looked at you too long. He knew his confession wouldn’t go over well.

“Oh, hey! Thank you for coming to my daughter’s birthday party. She likes you alot. Also, I think about you almost constantly now. I know you don’t know me very well, but I would love to know you better. Oh, yeah, and fuck the insecurity out of you.”

No. You’d take off running, and he wouldn’t blame you. That didn’t make it any less true though. Shoving an assortment of streamers into a trash bag he stopped putting his hand on his head. Truly he couldn’t remember the last time he felt so impatient about pursuing someone. Usually he could keep himself in check, but he wanted you. Aside from the sexual aspect he just loved how sweet you were. Unbeknownst to you he watched you playing with the kids for a while, and then it struck him how much Elaine really liked you.

Being around kids was certainly in your element. He liked to think he could endure Elaine’s antics for a long time, but you could endure a bunch of kids for a long time. Not a single one of them was competing for attention either, somehow you were able to keep them all happy at once. Maybe it was just part of being a teacher. He wasn’t sure. He just knew he couldn’t handle a bunch of little girls layering rhinestones on his skin and pulling at his hair for the sake of “beauty”.

Continuing to clean up he found Elaine amongst a pile of stuffed animals dead asleep. She was clinging onto a stuffed cow you had gotten her. Apparently she’d made some sort of craft at school related to a cow, and she was beyond excited pulling the animal out of the bag.

“You’re good at this.” He had said leaning over and nudging you. Looking over at him you shrugged, “Just observant.”

Cleaning up the wrapping paper that surrounded her she raised up with her hair sticking up in odd directions. “Ready for bed, sweety?” He asked. Without even opening her eyes she nodded, sticking her arms out for him. Scooping her up off the ground he carried her up the stairs and to her room. He carefully avoided the toys that littered the fuzzy pink carpet going over to pull back her covers. She wiggled out of his arms and into bed, rolling back and forth for a second. “My tired birthday girl.” He sighed kneeling beside the bed. Her eyes opened a little and she nodded. There was some rogue confetti stuck to her cheek, but he didn’t bother it. Reaching out he pushed her hair away from her eyes smiling at how warm she was. “Can I have another birthday?” She asked with sleep thick in her voice. Laughing he leaned down kissing her forehead. “Sure thing...next year.” She huffed at his response and glared at him. “Oh, come on bug you can’t trick me.”

“I tried!”

Laughing he leaned down again wrapping his arms around her. She put her little arms around his neck and yawned. “I love you Elaine.” He said pulling back and tucking her beneath the covers. Her eyes fluttered closed again and she hummed. “I love you too daddy.” And like that she was sound asleep again. Moments like that made all his petty worries dissipate. Because above all else he was a father, and that was the most important role he would ever have the privilege of playing. Flipping the lamp off and the nightlight on he stepped out of the room continuing to clean up the remnants of a princesses birthday party.

In the days that followed he settled for seeing you in passing. He found himself bringing Elaine lunch just about every day instead of giving it to her before they left the house. It was an excuse to see you, and it made Elaine happy. He’d charm his way into being able to walk down to the classroom, and somehow he startled you every time. All the kids were either at lunch or outside. He’d memorized that part of your schedule at least. This day was no different. He came into the office holding Elaine’s Barbie lunchbox, paid the secretary a few compliments, and he was granted a visitor’s pass.

Making his way down the now familiar halls he headed towards the stairs. The bulletin board had changed, and he vaguely remembered you talking about it.

“Of course I have to change it.” You whined meticulously cutting out intricate lettering. He was sitting next to you in Hailie’s chair, messing with the puzzle eraser shaped like a cat. “Doll, it’s been two weeks.” He laughed. Sitting down your X-Acto knife you glared over at him. “Yeah? Well, Florence hates it now. So it needs to be different, and I can’t take credit for it or she’ll tell me it’s ‘too tacky’. The nerve…” Leaning back in his chair he listened to you vent for a moment. “Nothing will be more tacky than that sorry ass marriage she still parades around. As if her husband isn’t sleeping with his assistant, and she doesn’t borderline assault every man she looks at.” You said matter of factly continuing to work on your letters.

“What did she do to you sweetheart?” He reached over, beginning to cut out some more shapes for you. He liked watching you work. Your focus was razor sharp, and you could still hold a conversation with him. It wasn’t like you to gossip, but clearly you were bothered by your superiors passive aggressive comments about your work. “Hailie says she’s jealous because you’re here pretty often. She didn’t take your disinterest well.” You gave a dry laugh adding one of the letters to a now fully formed stack.

The new board was sweet.

It reflected your personality more than anything, and he liked it more because of that. There were intricately designed cut out bees that students had made. He could pick Elaine’s out easily, seeing as it was the only one with cow print and the words “COW BEE” scribbled on the bottom. Shaking his head he went down the stairs humming to himself.

Approaching your classroom he didn’t hear any of the tell tale signs of you. Usually there was quiet music playing or he could hear you clicking a pen anxiously. It was dead silent this time. He stepped into the room and spotted you kneeling on the floor by one of the desks. You were sticking a name tag onto one of them. “You’re early.” You said running your hand over the tape holding the tag down. Turning around you smiled, and a million thoughts went through his head. He wasn’t sure why the kneeling made his mind go berserk. When it came to you his thoughts were either that of a sexually deprived twenty year old, or someone who saw the possibility of not being alone anymore.

“Early? What, are you waitin’ for me?” He was clearly joking, but he liked the idea. You gave him a look before continuing what you were doing. Walking over to Elaine’s desk he sat her lunchbox down and pulled the little chair out sitting down. “I didn’t think you’d forget.” You said. Tilting his head he leaned forward resting his elbows on his knees. Going through a mental checklist he hurried to figure out what he may have forgotten. Judging by your tone you weren’t upset or anything but he didn’t want to disappoint you.

“Mister ‘if a sweet girl like you is around count me in’.”

“Ohhhh. Face painting! That’s today?”

“Yes James.”

“You remember that I said that?”

Flustered, you put your hands on your face. Oh god he had it so bad for you. He loved making you all flustered, the physical effect he had on you. The effect he knew of that is. He liked to think you thought about him and all his not so subtle advances. Clearly you did if you remembered what he had said on a whim. A more devious part of himself wondered if you ever got hot and bothered at the thought of him. If whenever you laid in bed at night you wondered about just how good he could be to you.

“What did I tell you about that, doll?” Trying to pull himself out of his less than appropriate thoughts he scooted closer to you pulling your hands from your face. You gave him a half hearted smile and he held your face in his hands. His eyes lingered on your lips a little too long, and he ran his thumbs over the tops of your cheeks. “Okay, quit looking at me like that. I feel like I'm being interrogated.” You laughed shuffling away from him. Leaning back in the uncomfortable chair he crossed his arms.

This happened way too often.

Being so close to something only for you to shy away from him.

“You should know that you’re not allowed to refer to Halloween this evening.” That shifted his thoughts dramatically he laughed, but you were being completely serious. Looking up at him you nodded before standing back up. Sighing you walked past him putting some scissors back into a cup. “You’re not kidding.” He huffed, and you stood in front of him. Tilting his head back he stared up at you as you explained some situation between a religious parent and the school board. “The agreement was that Halloween would not be pushed onto the kids and instead we could only refer to the fall season.” He was too focused on looking at you to even process the idea of a lunatic parent complaining about how “demonic” halloween was.

“You won’t hear the H word from me.”

“You’re a good boy, Bucky.” You laughed, reaching out and ruffling his hair. Truly he could’ve had a heart attack at that moment. Everything in him wanted to reach out and wrap his arms around your legs and hold you like a desperate child begging for attention. He was beginning to suspect that you knew exactly what sort of effect you had on him, and you were just using it to your advantage. Because he was for sure about to be the best damn face painter in the world if it meant he’d get a little attention from you.

And he did just that.

It didn’t take long for the evening to roll around and he found himself painting the faces of one too many children. Some of them were reasonable requests, while the others were beyond his comprehension. You were good at talking them down from their big ideas though. Helping them settle for a little black cat rather than a full face of dragon scales. Some of them were persistent than others, and Bucky would rather play enforcer over negotiator. So, you did the negotiating.

Though a lot of the time he was just sitting by you occasionally putting more paint onto the small palette, or playing a consultant to an indecisive child. “I like the cat but I like the leaf too.” A little boy swayed back and forth in the seat staring at the picture sheet. “I like that cat too. What do you think Bucky?” You scooted closer towards the boy looking up at him. Bucky feigned some contemplation before shrugging. “Why not both?” He suggested. The boy looked over at him like he’d solved all the world’s greatest mysteries.

“I like Mister Bucky’s idea.”

You laughed at that handing a paintbrush to him. “Hm. Get to it then, Mister Bucky.” Smiling he did just as you asked and listened to you go back and forth with the boy. Watching you interact with all the kids made him wonder how you didn't have your own. Obviously you were young, but it was lost on him as to why you weren't even in a relationship. To him you were nothing short of perfect and it didn't make sense that no one had managed to sweep you off your feet. You pulled away a lot. So he assumed you kept everyone at a distance and most guys just didn't have the patience to continue pursuing you.

That push back just made him want you more. He wasn't pushy or disrespectful. He wanted you to trust him on your accord. His view of you had morphed from something of pure lust to unbridled affection. Of course he was still lusting after you, but it became more than that very quickly. He liked being around you and doing anything he could just to make you smile. Striving for those little laughs and flustered expressions.

You'd be a great girlfriend...wife...mother.

“Alright. Looks good.” Bucky said, adding a little line to the center of the leaf. You finished yours and the boy stood up staring into the mirror. Looking back at both of you he nodded. “You guys are good.” He said before practically sprinting to the bounce house. Elaine had been in there the whole time. Leaning back in his chair he huffed watching your eyes following all the kids around worriedly. If children were around there wasn't a moment you weren't watching and waiting for the moment you would be needed. Standing up he went over standing behind you putting his hands on your shoulders. Almost instantly you relaxed, leaning into him a bit.

Simple things like that made him wonder if he wasn’t alone in his feelings.

“You've gotta relax, doll. This shouldn't be stressful.” He said looking down at you. Leaning your head back you sighed. “If I’m in this building I’m stressed.” You said looking up at him. Staring into those all too familiar eyes he could’ve easily gotten lost in, he was promptly interrupted by Elaine running and jumping into your lap. Climbing up you she peered up at him over your shoulders. You cautiously held onto the end of her shirt trying to balance her wobbling form on your legs.

“Hey, be easy sw-”

“Can I go to Molly’s house? Her mom said that it’s okay because Saydee and Penny are going to. So it’s a sleepover and I really want to go. Can I please go?!”

Elaine was practically jumping up and down on you. “Elaine, calm down.” He said, sounding more stern than he meant to. Turns out cotton candy and two cherry icees was enough to power her tiny body into a state of constant movement. Slouching a bit she looked up at him and pouted. “Oh gosh Elaine. You’re putting the hurt on him, hm?” You laughed pushing some of her stray hairs away from her face. Bucky sighed, reaching out and straightening her shirt. “I don’t mind, bug. You’ve got to settle down though. I won’t let you go if you’re acting up.” He said. Like she had been struck by lightning she straightened her posture and sat down in the chair beside you. “I will be the best out of everyone.” She proclaimed. Raising an eyebrow you looked back at him and he shrugged.

Only a few more kids came over one of them being accompanied by a father who was far too interested in you. Bucky was painting a pumpkin on the little girl’s cheek while the father in question was being rather annoying – in Bucky’s humble opinion.

Your responses consisted of uncomfortable laughs and shifting eyes. Clearly you weren’t interested but he kept on. “Come on, you’ve got to be kidding. What are you so shy about, huh? I don’t see a ring or any man hangin’ onto ya’.” Bucky finished the painting patting the girl on the shoulder and she took off. Looking over at this ever persistent father he felt offended that he dared to even look at you. Technically it wasn’t his place, but why should he stand by and watch this horrific attempt at getting to you. You were shifting around in your seat clearly looking for a way out of this conversation. Well, verbal assault rather. You hadn’t said a word to the bastard but he just...kept running his mouth.

Jealous much?

He scolded himself for the thought before standing up from his chair. Thankfully he was taller than the other man – solely for the purpose of glaring down at him. Looking at you he held his hand out tilting his head to motion towards the doors. You got the idea pretty quickly taking his hand before standing up. Turning back towards the man he glanced over his shoulder.

“You might want to worry about your daughter sticking gum in her hair before you worry about my girl.”

He didn’t mean to say that, but really he did.

The man looked back behind him before rushing off with a worried look on his face. Bucky gently pulled you along with him trying to subside his emotions while looking for Elaine. “She’s with Molly’s mom.” You pointed out. Walking over he had some brief conversation with her before he realized he was still holding onto you. All of your coworkers that were present seemed to take notice as well. Specifically Mrs.Florence who sent you a scathing glare.

“Oh she’ll be fine! She can borrow some of Molly’s night clothes. I can drop her off tomorrow morning.”

Bucky just nodded before hesitantly letting you go. If he was lucky you wouldn’t run off on him. Crouching down he gave Elaine a little goodbye before kissing her forehead and telling her to be on her best behavior. Then she ran over to you, wrapping her arms around your legs. Looking up at you he just adored that smile you gave her, and he hoped that his little fit of selfishness hadn’t completely made you uncomfortable.

“Bye bug. I love you.”

“I love you daddy! I love you sweetheart!”

Both of you gave a little wave as she walked away with all the other squealing girls. Molly’s mother had more strength than he did that’s for sure. The one time he let Elaine’s friends sleepover he needed help from both Sam and Steve. He couldn’t imagine doing it on his own.

Now he was stuck contemplating what to say to you. It wasn’t often that he wasn’t one hundred percent confident in his actions. The ‘my girl’ slip up was a little much, and he knew he most likely made you feel uneasy. Then all of your colleagues were looking at you with him. He felt terrible. Being so caught up in his thoughts he almost didn’t notice you grabbing his hand again and pulling him outside.

“I’m sorry, d-”

“Nothing to be sorry about.”

The way you cut him off was very out of character. It wasn’t like you to be snappy or cut in while anyone spoke. Suddenly he felt like a wounded animal at the mercy of their captor. You crossed your arms looking up at him. “I don’t get it.” You huffed. Tilting his head he waited for whatever you were going to say. Reaching up and putting your hands on your face you groaned in a frustrated manner. “I shouldn’t have done that. I crossed that line out of selfishness. I know what you told me about all the things people say, and it slipped my mind. I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He was being sincere and he hoped that translated.

“I don’t get why you like me. I don’t understand. It doesn’t make sense to me.”

Bucky stared back at you feeling slightly anxious as to what your perception was. He wasn’t going to try and deny it – there’d be no point. Everyone knew but you. He didn’t have to outright say it. He showed it more than he meant to quite often. However he approached this would determine how the rest of this evening went and he knew that. He just didn’t know how to approach it. It felt like being in high school and having a friend tell your crush that you liked them and then they confront you about it.

Sure, he was a grown man but the nerves were all the same.

Clearly distraught you put your hands on your head. He wanted to reach out and provide some sort of comfort but he already felt like he was in hot water.

“Bucky, you are easily the most remarkable person I have ever met. I have spent almost everyday of the past few months nervous out of my mind if I even thought about you. I’m nervous now! You make me nervous Bucky! I can’t understand why you like me because I'm...I’m painfully normal. Every woman in that building looks at you. They know I’m not good enough for you. I know I’m not good enough for you. I could go through the list – I’m too young, I’m not that pretty, I’m not mature enough. It goes on and on. I like you a lot Bucky. I don’t like giving myself some weird false hope, and you’re not helping either.”

Bucky’s heart was racing wildly.

So, you do like him.

It felt so juvenile to be happy about someone liking him back but it was you. You were something he really only dreamed of. Wherever this was going he couldn’t continue it here.

“Fuck. Will you come with me? If you don’t want to, that's fine but I can’t keep talking about this here.”

Emotionally you were too spent to disagree so you took his hand again. Bucky was formulating different scenarios in his mind about how this would end. Idealistically he would be honest with you, you’d be honest with him, and maybe it’d progress from there. He felt impatient. Like waiting for something big to happen but it couldn’t happen fast enough.

Needless to say, the car ride was relatively quiet.

Bucky caught himself speeding a few times. His logic was the sooner he got home the sooner he could genuinely respond to everything you said. He was thanking god for Molly’s sleepover, because he couldn’t imagine doing this with his inquisitive daughter clinging to you. You were leaning against the window and occasionally sighed.

Pulling into the driveway he quickly led you inside. You didn’t seem to mind either. Closing the door behind him he took a deep breath before looking back at you. You almost looked sad. Stepping forward he put his hands on your face. He could feel your face turn warm underneath his palms. You stared up at him with a little sad glaze over your eyes.

“I’m not good at saying what I feel. I would much rather show you.”

A blind man could see where this was going.

You did not expect face painting to end with a weird confession. Not to mention the fact you were standing in his house and a mere inch away from kissing him. This culmination of months of dancing around each other had led up to this point. You expected this to go down in flames. Not a small blaze but the equivalent to a forest fire consisting of all of your hopeless emotions. Instead it seemed like you both had the same idea.

“Show me then.”

Bucky seemed to take that as a challenge kissing you feverishly. For a split second you were convinced this was one of your dreams, but reaching out and grasping at his shirt was enough to ground you in reality. This was real and it was happening. It was either that or the fact that the two of you were making out with your back pressed against the banister. “You taste exactly how I imagined.” His words came out breathy and rushed, immediately connecting with you again. If it were possible for your entire body to blush you definitely were. The implication of him thinking about how you tasted was enough to make those all too familiar butterflies form in your stomach.

Clearly anticipating the penultimate moment of this encounter Bucky lifted you up carrying you up the stairs. “You’re going to believe you’re the most beautiful woman alive by the time I’m done with you.” His voice was low, and his tone was completely serious. So serious you had the sneaking suspicion this was some genuine foreshadowing. Walking into the room he kicked it closed behind him. Gently sitting you down he leaned down kissing you again and you could feel him smiling against your lips.

You couldn’t recall ever feeling the way you did now. Like the person you were with had been just waiting to delight in this moment. The thought of someone looking forward to having you felt so out of reach, but Bucky made it believable.

You liked this.

You liked him.

His hands wandered down to your thighs and just barely beneath the hem of your dress. Fingers dancing dangerously close to the most sensitive part of yourself. “God you're so pretty.” He breathed tugging at the end of your dress. Getting the idea you lifted up for a second allowing him to pull it off in a rather swift motion. Instinctively you wanted to wrap your arms around yourself but you didn't get the chance to before he pushed you backwards. Struggling to hide your sheepishness he grabbed at your face making you look up at him. With a wicked grin on his face he sighed.

“I wasn’t joking.”

Hesitantly you nodded and he gave you a quick kiss. In the process he undressed himself, his shirt getting caught on the lamp. Soft kisses trailed from your lips to your shoulder pulling an embarrassingly needy sound from your lips. You instantly tried putting your hand over your mouth but Bucky grabbed your wrists putting your hands above your head. “Don’t hide from me. Please. I want everything you have for me.” There was such a need in his voice you shivered in his grasp. Once he let go of your hands you didn’t dare to move, instead letting those sounds go unfiltered.

His hands rested on your waist comfortably, and looked up at him unable to subside the heat that had spread throughout your entire being. His hands crept up your back, unclasping your bra and sliding it off your shoulders. The cool air hit your chest causing goosebumps to cover your skin and your nipples to harden. Instantly his hands were kneading at your breasts and leaving cool kisses against your skin. “Fuck, Bucky.” You whined, putting your hands on his shoulders. Giving a low laugh he looked up at you through his dark lashes. Suddenly those baby blue eyes had a new shine you’d never be able to forget.

“Hm, you’re sensitive baby I’ve barely touched you.” He said continuing his slow descent until he was nestled between your thighs. His hands held onto the sides of your legs using his body to part your legs. Then you were thankful you had subconsciously chosen a cute pair of panties. Especially since he was looking at you like he was going to completely ravage you. “Cute.” He mumbled, hooking his fingers underneath the soft black fabric. Really if he kept speaking you would’ve been satisfied but you imagined he wouldn’t be. Looking up at you he smiled at you sweetly. That same sweet smile you’d hopelessly fallen for mixed with the most intense bedroom eyes you’d ever seen. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay? I don’t want to hurt you, just wanna make you feel good.” He said.

Nodding you closed your eyes. Unsatisfied with your non-response he clicked his tongue, reaching out and putting a hand on your face. Holding onto his forearm you shook your head. “I trust you, Bucky. I’m just nervous.” The words came out rushed and shaky. He smiled, pulling your panties off with a swift tug. You felt self conscious under his gaze until your thoughts shifted completely.

Pushing his finger through your folds you gasped unintentionally shifting your hips further into his touch. It was embarrassing how worked up you were, his finger glistening with your arousal. “Oh, pretty girl. All this for me?” He said before sticking his finger in his mouth taking in any trace of you that stuck to his skin. The sight alone made you squirm. Humming he pulled his finger back with a smile on his face. “I need more.” The tone of his voice was hungry – that of a man who hadn’t indulged himself in years. Scooting down he kissed the inside of your thighs still staring up at you, enjoying his view. You could feel his stubble against your skin leaving a tingle behind with each kiss. Inching closer to your glistening core he hummed against your skin, the vibrations making you shiver with anticipation.

“Bucky, please.”

“I know, I know. I’m taking my time. I’ve waited too long to just get it over with.” He said, his index finger teasing your needy hole. It was a slow push and every movement sent you reeling. Slowly he pushed a finger in you twisting until he found that perfect spot. “You’re so wet for me baby.” He whispered. You went to respond but before you could he flattened his tongue against your clit taking a long drawn out lick. Your hand shot out grabbing at his hair for purchase. “Oh my god.” You moaned trying to catch your already labored breath. The sound of your voice only encouraged him and he went from a slow pace to a devastating one. Your skin grew hotter with each lewd sound of his tongue and fingers working you to the edge.

“Fuckin’ hell. You know how much I love this pussy, pretty girl?”

“B-Bucky, oh my god – fuck.” You were really hanging on by a thread. His fingers curling inside you and his tongue flicking against your clit was enough, adding his words had your legs beginning to shake. “I know angel. You feel so good I can just see it on your face. The way you’re squeezin’ my fingers.” Pulling back his face glittered with your sweet wetness and he continued pressing his fingers into you. Now hovering over you he was staring down at you.

“You know how much I’ve thought about this? Coming to see you at work in those fuckin’ dresses just wishing I could bend you over on your desk and fuck you ‘til you couldn’t take it anymore. You know how many times I’ve dreamed of this, having you spread out on my bed tasting that pretty little pussy?”

There was no room for response in your mind. Everything was beginning to feel fuzzy, and thinking of him wanting you so desperately was only making it worse. “Fuck, you’re close. I feel it. Are you gonna cum all over my fingers baby?” He asked leaning down and leaving hot kisses against your jaw. “M’yes Bucky.” You managed writhing under his feverish touch. At an alarming pace his fingers slammed in and out of your soaked cunt making the worlds most sinful sounds. You were on the horizon of your climax just waiting to fall over the edge.

“God, I know angel. Who made you this way? Hm?”

“You Bucky.”

“Who’s pussy is this, pretty girl?”

“Y-Yours Bucky.”

“Damn fucking right it is. Now, cum for me.”

The cry that ripped through your throat was visceral. Something you hadn’t ever experinced was the white hot pleasure that coursed through your veins. You couldn’t focus, your ears were ringing – but you could hear Bucky’s praises being pressed against your neck in the form of soft kisses. “You did so good baby. Such a good girl for me.” He said and you could feel him smiling flush against your skin. Still blissed out he lifted you up pulling you into his lap trying to pull you down from your high. In his lap you could feel his ridiculously hard cock pressed against your thigh. With what strength you had left you wanted to return the favor.

With your head still pressed against his chest you looked down to see just how big he was. Instantly you worried that he wouldn’t fit. He was huge, and rock hard for that matter. Through his cooing and praises you gently rocked your hips against him elliciting a moan that reverberated throughout his chest. “Again? Are you sure angel?” He laughed at your desperation. Trying to formulate a sentence you whimpered pushing his back against the head board. Still he held onto your hips digging his fingertips into your skin.

“I wanna ride you.”

Simple enough, but clearly Bucky was beyond excited at the prospect. “Oh baby. You sure you can handle it?” He asked. It was a good question and you weren’t even sure. Reaching down he postioned himself right below your enterance. Shakily you lowered yourself onto him, immediately moaning at the pressure it created inside you. Your walls still throbbing from moments before. You’d barely moved at all feeling like you’d already been stuffed full. “Bucky, you’re too big. M’too full.” You whined against his shoulder. Pulling you to look at him he stared into your half lidded eyes. “No. You’ve got it baby.” He pushed on your hips making you slowly take him in completely. Once you reached the base you shivered at how full you felt. His cock reaching places you never even knew existed.

Tears rolled down your cheeks and he kissed them from your skin. “Angel you’re so good to me. So fuckin’ warm and wet.” He breathed putting his hands on your ass. Trying to supress your moans you leaned forward kissing him fervently. Impatiently he pushed you down on his cock before lifting you back up. “Bucky, please…” You whined against his lips. Making you bounce up and down on him he groaned and you could feel his tip brushing against your most delicate spot. Moving one of his hands to your lower stomach he pressed down to feel himself. “I can feel how deep I am baby. Feels good.” He breathed adding pressure to your stomach.

“Bucky…”

“What angel, ask.”

You squirmed taking a deep breath.

“Please, fuck me.”

“Gladly.”

He started slamming into you, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. You were basically limp, you’re legs too shaky to support you anymore. Listening to him moan your name over and over like a broken prayer you gave in. That same heat taking over your body like it did before, but Bucky wasn’t done. “Look at you, all fucked out. You’re so fucking beautiful like this. That pretty pussy squeezing me so tight.” He moaned pulling on your hair. Continuing his crushing pace you were left a gasping mess against his chest, listening to the sound of your wet cunt being fucked wrecklessly.

“Fuck, I’m close.” He groaned chasing his high. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you and your body responded for you, squeezing him tighter than before. “Please cum in me Bucky.” You mummbled. Frustrated he slapped your ass causing you to yelp. “Speak up.” He said almost as if it were a warning. “Please cum inside me. Please. I-I want to feel so full.” You begged shamelessly.

“More full than you already are? Angel, you’re downright filthy. Don’t worry. I’ll fill that pretty little pussy with all the cum you want.” He promised, his hips beginning to stutter. You felt him throbbing against your walls and you were practically panting with expectancy. With a few long and harsh strokes you felt him release, still ramming into you. The warm feeling of his thick seed filling your cunt had your eyes rolling back. You kissed his neck and shoulders listening to him as he praised your entire being. Breathing erraticly he slipped his tongue into your mouth pulling out a breathy moan.

“You’re my best girl. There’s nobody like you.” He was returning to his usual self. Himself that wasn’t chasing after a release. “God, I fuckin’ love you.” He admitted. Your stomach fluttered and you couldn’t help but smile. Wrapping his arms around you he buried his face into your hair taking some deep breaths. “I just wanna stay here forever.” He sighed as he softened inside of you. Feeling his hot cum dripping down your legs made you shudder, and he took notice. Pulling back for a moment he just stared into your eyes, a smile playing on his lips.

“My girl.”

With some light coaxing you had managed to get him out of you and into the shower. The both of you spent a little too much time touching one another rather than cleaning up. Once you did you still felt shaky, wrapped in one of his fluffy white towels. Bucky – being the ever attentive man he was – carried you back to bed, dressing you a little bit in the process. After a dramatic hunt for your panties he pulled them up your legs making sure to leave kisses along the way. “You’re so pretty, doll.” He would repeat over and over, as if to convince you.

Digging through his closet he brought you maroon henley he said was his favorite. You accepted it with a nod savoring the lingering scent of him. He laid beside of you tucking you into his arms, one of his legs protectively draped over yours as your leg rested between his. There were a dozen more kisses before you felt your eyes growing heavy. “Pretty girl, you’re leavin’ me.” He sighed kissing your forehead. You barely opened your eyes looking back at him.

You couldn’t believe you were here.

That he was real and that he was in love with you.

Reaching up you put you hand to his cheek. All those bright smiles and not so subtle compliments had led to this moment. Bucky didn’t give up on you. He kept going until he broke through your well guarded heart. Thinking about him and all of his subtlties made you feel fuzzy.

“I love you James.”

He smiled brighter than you ever thought he had before. Kissing you passionately he sighed against your lips. “Not just for my dick, right?” He smirked knowing you would react harshly. Blushing you smacked his chest.

“I’m just messin’ sweetheart. I’m glad you love me. I mean, I’m not surprised. I always was teacher’s favorite back in school.”

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Teacher's Favorite

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

18+ MINORS DNI

Warnings: implied smut nothing too crazy, self image issues, age gap (reader is in early twenties, Buck is late thirties early forties), female aligned reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Synopsis: You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

Teacher's Favorite AU || Masterlist

6:30 am

The digital clock above the radio mocked you as each minute ticked by. Early meetings were never fun. Something about sitting at a table crowded with tired teachers was draining. Reaching across the middle console you grabbed the tote filled with miscellaneous craft supplies, failing to catch the few googly eyes that fell onto the floorboard. Stepping out into the cool morning air you suppress a shiver making your way up to the entrance.

Everything was quiet early in the mornings. No kids running down the halls or teachers blowing those stupid whistles trying to make them calm down. A smile made its way onto your face seeing the new bulletin board you had slaved over for a few days. Pictures of each of the kids next to their artistic renditions of the school building. You were only a week into the year and it was already so busy you could barely keep up with the work. Approaching the conference room you could smell the coffee and stale bagels the school board provided as a half ass incentive to quote: “Have a good year!”. Honestly, you’d rather them be blunt with you on new policies instead of them pretending they care.

Because to be clear, they don’t.

Stepping into the room you found yourself a seat and waited patiently as all the other’s slowly filtered in. It was a long meeting going over the same policies you’d already read over. While they rambled on you did some lesson planning, specifically on today’s lesson. In the evening there was a PTA meeting and an open house planned. Thankfully, you didn’t have to sit in on the PTA moms arguing about a fall festival that was weeks away, but you were in charge of having something for the kids to do while their parents were there. Today’s lesson surrounded the reading book you were reading to the class, Goodbye Summer Hello Autumn. The theme was the change in seasons and the kids seemed to love it. You were trying to think of something that could coincide with the lesson as well.

“Any questions?”

No one responded. Mrs.Florence clapped her hands together and dismissed everyone. “Excellent job on the bulletin board. Very cute.” She said, patting you on the back on the way out. “Yes.” You silently congratulated yourself. Praise from that woman was nearly impossible to receive, and you were really trying. Being so much younger than a majority of the teacher’s made it incredibly hard to gain respect. Sometimes it was worse than highschool, and you had to remind yourself constantly that it wasn’t for you, it was for the kids. Those little smiles were worth far more than anyone else’s approval. Stepping into your classroom you flipped the lights on and began setting up for the day. Crayon baskets at each table, each student’s writing journal, and selecting the helper’s for the day.

Paper collector, line leader, and snack helper were high honors in a first grade classroom.

Finally turning on the board you put up the plan for the day and finally took a seat waiting for your TA and the kids to come in. Just in time Hailie came in with a string of excited children behind her. Hailie was your assistant and you were thankful for her more than you could even express. “Good morning guys!” You said standing up watching all of them put their things away in their cubbys. You received a plethora of replies and most of them were excited screams. “They’re extra hyper today.” Hailie huffed, sinking down into her chair. You gave her a pitiful smile before walking around your desk.

“Sweetheart!” A little voice caught your attention and you looked over. Elaine came running at you full speed and wrapped her arms around your legs. “Hello Elaine. What did I tell you about sweetheart?” You laughed crouching down to give her a proper hug. She giggled, throwing her arms around your neck. “Sorry miss. I like sweetheart. You are sweetheart! My daddy calls me sweetheart too!” She explained, stumbling over her words a bit. “Oh Elaine.” You sighed, watching her run off.

Picking favorites was wrong, and you didn’t.

But

Elaine Barnes held a special place in your heart already. Only a week in and she came in everyday giving you a hug and called you sweetheart. It was the sweetest thing you’d ever seen. She came in on the first day a little nervous and with a little soothing she quickly proclaimed you as her favorite teacher. She had to be the most polite little girl you’d ever met. When she first called you sweetheart it made you laugh. She insisted on explaining to you why in a dramatic manner.

“Daddy says that my heart is sweet so I am his sweetheart. I think your heart is sweet so you are my sweetheart!”

You accepted it pretty quickly, but you told her she still needed to call you by your name in class. A pinky promise sealed your fate and now – to Elaine – you were sweetheart.

After they’d settled down you dived into your plans for the day. They all listened and asked questions as you read and nothing made you happier. After that they began their coloring sheets, some of them sticking their tongues out as they focused on staying in between the lines. You walked around making sure to complement each of their work and providing some help on color decisions. “Oh, wow! That’s amazing Trevor. I’ve never seen a Care Bear leaf before.” You said, earning a happy grin from the boy. He went on telling her about each of the leaves and the different bears they represented. Things like this just made all the early morning meetings and bad coworkers worth it. Giving him a pat on the shoulder you continued circling around everyone else.

“Psst! Sweetheart!” Elaine not so subtly whispered. You raised an eyebrow at her crouching beside her seat. “Look! I made this leaf look like a cow!” She pointed at the paper happily. Looking at the paper you made a shocked face. “Oh my goodness. Cow’s can’t be on leaves!” You said trying to get a rise out of her. Laughing, she shook her head, “Noooo! Its just the colors! The leaf isn’t a cow, silly.” You nodded in understanding before standing once again. Reaching out she grabbed your hand and tugged on you. “Wait, guess what?” She said grinning. “What?” She shifted in her seat, sitting down her crayons in the process.

“I’m coming back later, and daddy’s coming too.” She said, clearly excited at just the thought. You smiled squeezing her little hand. “That’s great! I can’t wait to meet him!” You said, satisfied with her happy nod. The timer pinged and the kids all began tossing their crayons back in the basket. Walking over to your desk you grabbed your keys looking over at Hailie. “Lunch already?” You laughed at her confused look and stood by the door watching as she directed the kids into a single file line. With a quick talk about hallway manners you lead them down the hall and to the cafeteria. Hailie took over directing them to their tables and you headed back to the classroom.

You had thirty minutes until recess and you planned on using that time to its fullest extent. In that short walk you though of a craft for later in the evening. Just cut out some paper leaves on some different construction paper and let the kids decorate them as they pleased. Simple enough and easy to keep them occupied while their parents form nasty cliques against members of the PTA board. You cut out various leaf shapes until you heard the familiar sound of little footsteps down the hall.

“Sweetheart!”

Instinctively you smiled at the sound sitting down the scissors you were holding too hard. Flexing your fingers you huffed as Elaine came running into the room. “Hey! Miss Hailie said it’s time to go to the playground.” She said coming around your desk and staring up at you. “Lead the way.” You smiled. Grabbing your hand she tugged you from your chair and down the hall. Looking down at her you just smiled at how cute she was. Her wavy brown hair pulled back into a ponytail with a big blue bow on top just accentuated her cuteness. From what you understood it was just her and her dad, and really if her dad was the one fixing her hair and dressing her then he was pretty damn good at it. Usually you could tell when a mother allowed the father to dress the kid for a day. They’d come in with an oddly matched outfit and a less than perfect hairdo. It was always cute but you could just tell the difference.

“I love your bow today Elaine. It makes your eyes look so pretty.” You said. Reaching up and touching her head it was like she remembered she had a bow in the first place and she gasped. “Oh! Daddy picked this one to match my dress. Aunty Nat made it for me on my birthday.” She said, skipping alongside you. “Well it’s very cute.” You smiled. Joining all the rest you listened to their in depth reviews of how their lunch was.

“My mom cut my sandwich in the square shape and I hate it.”

“I had six gummies and they were really good.”

“I gave some of my goldfish to Layla and she ate them like she was a birb.”

Those were just some of the comments you heard. Either way it made you smile. First graders had a lot more to say than adults give them credit for. Leading them outside it was like opening the gates to a herd of sheep. Each of them ran like mad towards the playground. Standing under the awning you watched and waited for anything to happen. Surprisingly only one kid fell, and you were quick to apply a Star Wars bandaid that had all the other children ooo-ing and ahh-ing. You didn’t even have to comfort them much, the excitement of everyone complimenting his bandaid got rid of all his tears. Once time was up Hailie blew the whistle and they all lined up. The day went on smoothly after that. Hailie taught the second half of the lesson while you prepared for the evening. When the time came you told them all to get ready for dismissal and they dug through their cubbies and waited patiently.

Once the bell rang there was a chorus of sweet goodbye’s rushing out the door. “Bye guys have a good evening!” You said plopping down in your chair. Before Hailie closed the door Elaine came racing back into the room giving you a big hug. “Bye bye sweetheart. I’ll see you later!” She sang, waving her arms as she ran back out the door. You let out a laugh leaning back in your seat.

“She loves you to death.”

You smiled, “That’s little Elaine.”

Bucky didn’t think this open house was that big of a deal.

Just a way for parents and teachers to meet, but to his daughter it was the most important thing ever. The moment she got into the car she was talking about how she couldn’t wait to come back later. He didn’t remember saying anything like that as a kid.

“Can I bring one of my birthday cards to give someone?” She asked, a reflection of his own eyes twinkling back at him. “Of course sweetheart.” He said, kissing her forehead. Bucky didn’t have many weaknesses, but his baby girl was his kryptonite. After a long life of being a hardened man his little girl turned him into a sweet dad. Something he never thought would happen but it did. “I’m so excited daddy! You can meet my sweetheart!” He paused at that looking up from tying her shoe.

“Your sweetheart?” He spiraled for a moment imagining the day she would inevitably bring some unsuitable boy home to him. Grimacing at the thought he watched as she broke out into giggles. “Mhm! My sweetheart is my teacher. She has a sweet heart so she is my sweetheart.” She explained. A little weight lifted off his shoulders. He wouldn’t have to intimidate a first grade boy anymore. “Really?” He smirked, tying the knot. She stood up and nodded profusely. It always amused him to hear her pick up on his lingo. Sweetheart happened to be one of them, and he wondered about the inevitably old woman who just swooned over his little girl's affection. “Yeah! She wears pretty dresses and she has pretty eyes.” She said, grabbing his hand.

“Can’t wait to meet her sweety.”

Arriving at the school Elaine was practically jumping out of her carseat in excitement. He envied her energy. Pushing his sunglasses up on his head he opened her door and she hopped out. “I want to show you everything!” She said, grabbing his hand. Nodding he went ahead and picked her up, her arm wrapping around his neck. “I want to see it all.” He said.

Stepping inside he was met with cool air and colorful walls. The smell was that distinct elementary school smell. Sort of like crayons and pencil shavings. She begged for him to put her down and he did. Holding his hand tightly she led him around the school and he thoroughly enjoyed listening to her give a description of everything he saw.

“That's my art class. I made a picture of school in there.”

“This is the bathroom. I only have to go sometimes.”

“This is the door to the playground.”

The unnecessary introduction of everything in sight just made him laugh. She was thorough, just like him. Walking past a conference room he heard some people talking but didn’t bother to look in. “Hey Elaine!” A voice called out. Elaine spun around and waved. The woman smiled and looked up at him. “You must be dad.” She said, but there was a hint of something in her voice. Something rather flirtatious. Nodding, he decided to ignore it, shaking her hand. “I’m Mrs.Florence. I’m the principal.” She said, adding a wink to her introduction.

This wasn’t an odd occurrence. Women in failing marriages were drawn to him like a magnet, and he just wasn’t sure why. Looking at the ring on her hand he nodded. “James. Nice to meet you.” He said, clearly wanting to end this interaction. Feigning shyness, some of her blonde hair fell into her face and she bit her lip.

“Daddy, I want to go to my teacher’s class!”

Thank god for Elaine.

Giving an uncomfortable wave he let himself be pulled away by Elaine, watching the defeated look crawl onto her features. Going down the steps he had to walk slowly beside her, smiling at the concentration on her face. She fell on the steps once and was petrified of them for a while. Now she took her time, one foot at a time on each step. “Good job being safe sweety.” He said. Once she reached the landing she thanked him, and before he could say anything else she took off running. A little shocked at her behavior he was running right behind her. “Elaine!” He called out. She just giggled running towards an open classroom door. Getting closer and closer she ran inside disappearing around the corner.

“Sweetheart sweetheart sweetheart!”

“Okay okay! Hey Elaine.”

Stepping inside he took a breath looking around the room. The walls were painted with various shapes and colors complementing the rug that was decorated in letters and numbers. Turning his head he spotted Elaine all but tackling her teacher. “Daddy she’s my sweetheart!” His eyes dragged up from her, to you.

He almost audibly gasped. You certainly weren’t the image he pictured in his mind. Internally he imagined a woman with grey hair and glasses perched on her nose. Instead he was met with a beautiful young woman. Beautiful felt like an understatement. His eyes lingered on your face tracing the shape of your lips as if to commit them to memory. Your smile reached your eyes as you looked down at his little girl. The soft edge of your jaw, the column of your throat, and your exposed collarbones called out to an absolutely primal part of him. The dress you wore stopped right below your knees, exposing just enough of your legs to make a man wonder. It was thin – not obscenely so – and just loose enough he couldn’t quite get a perfect view of those curves. Once you acknowledged him a soft smile crept onto your face. “Nice to meet you, Mister Barnes.” Of course your voice was smooth like silk. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” You said, Elaine just giggled dancing around you happily.

He didn’t even flinch when you called him Mister Barnes. Usually he would frown and insist that it made him feel too old. “You must be this sweetheart I’ve heard so much about.” He said as suave at possible. Clearly it worked because you just remained as bashful as ever, and he just loved the feeling of that power. Nervously you laughed, “Yeah. I’ve told her to call me by my name during class but she prefers the nickname.”

Stepping forward he put his hand out and you took it hesitantly. The skin of your hand was soft, and he just knew the rest of you had to be just as soft. “James, but please – call me Bucky.” He smiled. Smiling, you introduced yourself. Your hand left his but the warmth lingered. A kid came running up to you holding some stuff in his hands and you excused yourself attending to him happily. Getting on your knees you were at eye level with him and Bucky was overwhelming himself with different scenarios.

You looked cute down there.

He thought you'd looked better with his dick i-

“Daddy, Can I invite her to my birthday? Please.” Elaine pleaded, ripping him from his thoughts. Looking back at you he nodded to his daughter. If you came to Elaine's birthday then he'd have a gift of his own. Of course – like the sweet girl you were – you agreed, making his daughter so happy she was squealing. The excitement died down and Elaine was distracted again playing with the other kids. He wanted your attention again, and in that bit of selfishness he ended up signing up for things he had no desire to do.

“Are you sure?” You laughed giving him a look. Shrugging he signed his name on the line. Apparently you were alluring enough to make him sign up to help pass out programs at a school play. “I’m only asking because you’re the only dad that has signed up for anything.” You said. Glancing at the list he saw the plethora of undoubtedly mom names and sighed. “What will you be doing?” He asked, just curious. Looking confused for a moment you pointed to two things. The play programs and face paint for the fall festival. Signing his name right next to yours he sat the clipboard back on your desk. “If a sweet girl like you is around, count me in doll.” He winked, watching the way your eyes darted around nervously at his words. If a little complimenting got you like this he could only imagine what you’d do underneath him.

James, this is an open house at an elementary school.

Common sense kicked in, and common sense sounded a lot like his mother. Things were winding down, and the PTA moms flooded the room chasing their respective children around. “Hell of a crowd.” He said in a low voice. You hummed in response watching them all. “Some of the most insane women you will ever encounter. I’m sure you’ve dealt with them plenty.” You said a little exasperated. Tilting his head he wondered what you meant by that. You seemed to catch on. “I mean, you’re good looking. They prey on that sort of thing. Just… vicious.” You stopped swallowing hard. Your anxious disposition and admission made him smile. Just to calm your nerves he nudged you softly, “You should’ve seen Florence up there. Nearly jumped on me. Thank god for little Elaine, she saved me.” You gave him a sympathetic look and laughed.

Everything about you was far too cute, and the longer he stood next to you the more dangerous his thoughts became. “Can I have animal crackers for dinner?” Elaine tugged on his hand, rubbing her eyes sleepily. Smiling, he leaned down to pick her up. “Hm. Maybe not for dinner but we can work them in.” He said. Nodding she looked over at you, “You have to come to my birthday sweetheart.” You just grinned and nodded. “I wouldn’t miss it. Don’t worry.” You said sticking your pinky out. Elaine giggled, reaching out and locking them together.

“The address is somewhere on the card. We’ll be looking forward to seeing you.” He said reaching out and putting his hand on your shoulder. Your skin was warm against his hand, and he just wished it didn’t end here. “Bye Elaine. Bye Bucky.” You said as they parted. Your voice replayed in his mind as he walked down the hall.

Apologies for any mistakes! I've read over it a few times and feel satisfied, but i'm sure some mistakes slipped through. Feedback is appreciated.

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I think it would be really cute to have Sweetheart be the one who proposes, maybe with help from Elaine!

Entirely My Own

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x reader

18 + MINORS DNI

Word Count: 4 k

Warnings: overwhelming fluff, smut ( fingering, unprotected sex, overstimulation, some pillow talk )

Synopsis: It had been five years since you first met Bucky as his daughter's first grade teacher. Since then the both of you had been in a very fulfilling relationship. One weekend while Bucky is away for a conference you spend some quality time with his daughter. She starts to question why you and Bucky aren't married. With a lot of contemplation you think of a way to tackle her jarring question.

This is so sweet. Thank you for this idea ♥︎

This is part of the Teacher’s Favorite AU, for a little more insight on previous events in the story I would suggest checking out the masterlist!

Teacher's Favorite AU || Masterlist

“Come on Buck. You’ve gotta get going. Sam will kick the door down if you’re late.”

Bucky rolled over burying his face in the pillow letting out an exaggerated groan. You’d been awake for awhile now, preparing yourself for his inevitable begging just to sleep in for a little while longer. He had an hour before Sam would be waiting in the driveway. Reaching across the bed you went to pull the comforter off of him, but he grabbed your arm turning his head to give you a daring look. Looking you over, a little smirk crept onto his face.

“You’re hot.”

Rolling your eyes you smiled before pulling the covers from him. Finally sitting up he was leaning back on his hands watching you move around the room. It was a bit of a routine for him to watch you get ready in the morning, but now he was just stalling. Occasionally he’d throw a little flirtatious comment at you but you chose to ignore him - forcing him to finally get out of bed. Putting some books into your bag you smiled hearing the familiar sound of him shuffling towards you. Walking past you with a dramatic huff he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“Do I really have to go?” He whined, leaning against the dresser. Laughing, you looked over at him a little enamoured by your mess of a boyfriend. His hair had gotten longer recently, hitting right above his shoulders. You’d seen a photo of him shortly after Elaine was born and just gushed over how handsome he looked being all scruffy. He took that reaction to heart because it wasn’t until a few months later that you had realized he hadn’t gotten his hair cut in a while. You couldn’t even pretend to dislike it either. You were an avid fan of his long hair, thick facial hair, and his muscular build.

“Yes you have to go, James.” You said, going over to smooth down some of his wild hairs. Leaning down he kissed your forehead, mumbling something against your skin. Resisting the urge to bury yourself in his chest you gave him a quick kiss before telling him to get ready. As you left the room you could hear his incoherent grumbling.

Walking down the hall you approached Elaine’s room listening for any sign of her. You could hear the muffled sound of her music through the door letting you know that she was awake and getting ready for school. Recently she had started sixth grade, and you had to deal with your own attachment issues knowing you wouldn’t be able to walk down a hall and see her anymore. It was easier for Bucky to cope with than it was for you, and in all technicality you weren’t even her mother.

Heading down the stairs you made sure Bucky’s suitcase was by the door and his coffee was waiting on him. Waiting on both of them to be ready you went through your lesson plans for the day, double checking each activity you had planned for your substitute. A few moments later Elaine came rushing down the stairs holding a brush and hair tie in her hands. “Will you braid my hair?” She asked, taking a seat beside you. Sitting your phone down you nodded with a smile. You hoped no matter how old she was she would still ask you that question. Something about it was so sweet and trusting that you would never be able to turn her down.

Bucky followed shortly after walking down the stairs humming a tune you couldn’t recognize. Walking by the two of you he smiled, grabbing his coffee from the counter. “Good morning girls.” He said, leaning against the counter. He and Elaine went back and forth for a while and you just listened as you weaved each strand of her hair together. Watching them interact just made your heart sing. Bucky was such a good father and it honestly had to be the most attractive thing you’d ever seen. It was a morbid thought but if something were to happen to this relationship then your standards for men were forever changed. Also known as, you would never be able to find someone like Bucky.

Their little conversation was cut short by the sound of a familiar car horn outside. Tying off the end of her braid you watched her stand up and wrap her arms around him. The both of them were so similar in their affections. “Love you bug. Be good for my sweetheart, hm?” He said, kissing her forehead. “Your sweetheart? She was mine first!” Elaine said, playfully shoving him. Feigning some hurt he walked over to you putting his hands on your face. He kissed you over and over ignoring the grossed out complaining of his daughter. Laughing, you tried getting him to stop.

“I love you.” He said giving you one last kiss. Taking a moment to stare into those bright blue eyes you smiled, “I love you Bucky.” This could’ve gone on all day if it weren’t for Sam laying on the horn outside. Groaning, he walked over to the door grabbing his suitcase. “Bye dad!” Elaine waved as he pushed the door open. Taking his things he said his final goodbyes and closed the door behind him. The house was quiet again, and Elaine grabbed her bookbag from the couch. She stood by the door waiting for you to follow.

“Why don’t we do something today?” You suggested. Immediately her eyes lit up and she gave you a cautious look. You could already tell she was going to bring up school, but you shook your head. She’d been through a lot of state testing recently, and this Friday was considered optional for the county. You’d already talked to Bucky about it, so you’d had a little plan in your mind. You already had a sub planned for your class and a few things for her to choose from to do throughout the weekend. She excitedly put her bag down clapping her hands together. “Thank god!” She yelled.

The weekend went by fast. Before you knew it, it was already Sunday morning. Elaine was laid out on the couch sound asleep, her long legs hanging off the edge. Your weekend had been filled with movies, impromptu book clubs, and a lot of baking. For some reason she was going through a phase where all she wanted to do was bake, and you couldn’t complain – she was good at it. Though you weren’t exactly sure how healthy all of it was. Cakes, cookies, and various types of bread among other things.

You loved spending time with Elaine. She’d been your little sunshine for what felt like forever now. It was just amazing to see her go from a toothless first grader to a sassy sixth grader. It was slightly surreal, and she became more and more like Bucky every day. A shining personality, polite nature, and a side so sweet that anyone would fall for her antics.

The two of you spent a lot of time laughing together, watching nonsense videos she had found that just made her uncontrollably laugh. Even if some of it was too niche for you to understand you couldn’t help but smile at the joy it brought her.

Inevitably it fell into some deep conversations as well. Some of it being much deeper than you ever expected. Elaine was a smart girl, and she had a lot on her mind. She thought about things you never thought about at that age. You just listened intently. It was interesting to you how years ago your conversations consisted of the best Barbie clothes, and now she was talking to you about her hopes and dreams.

Eventually her focus shifted to you. She wanted to hear you talk about yourself, and it was somehow a lot harder than you thought it would be. You didn’t think too much about the future, because what you had now felt good enough. Not even good enough but completely perfect.

Before you met Bucky you were perfectly fine with being alone. You didn’t think about relationships or anything of the sort. Throwing yourself into your work kept you from wondering about those things.

“I really don’t know hun. I don’t think about it too much.”

“Well, why not? What about you and dad? Are you just going to be dating forever or do you want to get married?”

The question wasn’t exactly groundbreaking. You and Bucky had talked about it before. He expressed it as he would do whatever you wanted. If you wanted to get married, then he would marry you. It seemed simple enough. Ring or no ring you both were completely committed to each other.

You did love the idea of being his wife though.

Just being able to say he was your husband was an enticing thought.

“I’d love to marry your dad. It’s just…I don’t think it’s that important to him.”

Elaine seemed offended by your words, furrowing her eyebrows together. “What?! No way?! Dad loves you! I love you! If you marry my dad then we have you forever. I want you here forever.” There was almost a pleading in her voice. You went to reassure her that even if you weren’t married that you would still be with her forever, but she wasn’t having it. Shaking her head she reached out wrapping her arms around you. Hugging her back you wondered how the atmosphere had shifted so majorly.

“Sweetheart. I want you to marry my dad, because then it’s like you’re really my mom. I want to say you’re my mom – not just my dad’s girlfriend.”

Needless to say there were endless amounts of tears shared between the two of you. A majority of them came from you, just telling her how much you loved her and couldn’t imagine a life without her. Something about the idea of her wanting to call you mom was enough to convince you of the fact that marriage wasn’t too bad of an idea. In fact if Bucky had been there at that moment you would’ve asked him to. The both of you spent the night cuddled up on the couch watching some Pixar movie that just made the both of you sob until you fell asleep.

Now as you folded some laundry you were really considering her words. Marrying Bucky sounded like a dream. Not only would you have him but you’d have Elaine too. A package deal that only came around once in a lifetime. Thoughts of the future became more real – more vivid. Glancing over at the clock you kept in mind that Bucky would be home much later in the night and Elaine was going to her friend Molly’s house. You thanked god for your multitasking skills formulating a plan in your head as you finished up the clothes.

“Elaine.” You called out, just loud enough to wake her up. Jumping out of her sleep she sat up with a yawn. You watched her stretch out for a moment before speaking. This plan was very last minute, but you were determined now.

“I want to ask your dad to marry me.”

That woke her up. She stood up, hair sticking out of place and one of her pajama pant legs rolled up too far looking at you with wide eyes. “I’m not joking. Go get ready. You’ve got to help me pick a ring.” Never had she moved that fast up the stairs. You could hear stuff thumping to the ground upstairs as she rushed around making herself presentable. Nerves were overwhelming you as you questioned your own actions.

“I’m really doing this.” You mumbled to yourself grabbing your keys from the counter. A second later Elaine flew down the steps almost tripping on the landing. A million questions followed as you pushed her along to the car. The entire way to the jewelry store you listened to her ramble excitedly, and you just tried not to squeeze the steering wheel too hard. In all reality you were terrified, but you wanted this so bad. This last minute decision to legally commit yourself to these two people you loved more than life itself.

The both of you scoured through the store. Not a single ring went unchecked. It was actually Elaine who found the right one. A black band with a thin stripe of gold running through the middle. It was completely eccentric and perfect for Bucky. As you looked at the ring you just imagined it on his hand. How it would be cooler than his skin and what it would feel like being dragged across your own. You were sold immediately and Elaine was practically squealing the entire time.

Bucky got home around midnight. The house was quiet and he assumed you had already fallen asleep. The house smelled like vanilla extract for some reason, but he didn’t care to investigate the matter. Instead he was looking forward to climbing into bed with you. Sharing a bed with Sam all weekend just made him realize how much he loved you and your blanket stealing ways. Sitting his suitcase down – promising himself he’d unpack later – he crept up the stairs not wanting to wake you.

Instead once he reached the hallway he could see the light coming from your shared bedroom. He got excited at the prospect that you were up waiting for him. Getting closer and closer he could hear you whispering something, but he couldn’t make it out. Stepping through the doorway he saw you standing by the window on the phone. Immediately you noticed him, your eyes getting wide as you hung up the phone. He smiled at you not caring to ask who you were on the phone with so late.

Though his smile faltered a little seeing you standing so rigid before him. You were wearing the dress you had on whenever he first met you at the school. The fond memories made him smile a little more. “Hey.” He said. Like you always did you turned shy on him, your eyes darting around the room. You looked cute. A little too cute, and he was becoming a bit suspicious.

Stepping towards you he squinted at you waiting for some kind of response. “Missed you.” You said shakily, your hands held behind your back. Something was definitely up, but he couldn’t even think of what. Putting his hands on his hips he just waited, knowing that eventually you would break and whatever scheme you had going on would be revealed. Maintaining a steady eye contact with you he waited.

“Okay okay. Close your eyes or something.”

Grinning at his ability to break you he closed his eyes with a sigh. He listened to you shuffle around for a moment. “If you’re gonna kill me make it quick alright doll?” He joked. You didn’t reply and he felt you reach out and grab his hand flattening out his palm. There was a tense nature to your touch and he silently became worried.

“Um. Just, don’t laugh.”

He felt you put something cold in his hand. “Laugh? What are you talkin’ about?” Opening his eyes he immediately looked down at his palm. Glancing back up at you he gave you a confused look. It was a ring. You put your hands in your cheeks clearly trying to ward off embarrassment. It still didn’t click with him.

“Help me out here baby.” He said, trying to understand what was happening. As you shifted back and forth he flipped the ring between his fingers, studying the black and gold metal trying to figure out what you were trying to tell him. With one hand you held his hand and the other went on top of his palm, the ring squished between the two of you. Taking a deep breath you looked up at him.

“Will you marry me James?”

Bucky was sure he misheard you. His heart was pounding in his chest. “What?” He whispered, looking down at your hand over his. Your expression faltered, your skin getting hot. “Will you marry me?” Staring back at you he was at a loss for words. This feeling was entirely new. It was out of character for you to be so confrontational. He wondered if you were joking, but by the rather intense look in your eyes he knew you weren’t.

He’d thought about this before. Well, not exactly like this. He thought about proposing to you, getting the satisfaction of your forever yes. Never did he think of this. It never crossed his mind when he met you all those years ago one day you’d be standing in front of him asking him to marry you.

Marry you.

“I just know that I want you in my life forever. Both of you. This family you’ve allowed me to be a part of. I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known. You’ve changed every aspect of my life so dramatically that I can’t even fathom the way I lived before. I can’t imagine not having you and Elaine. I just want to commit myself to you as fully as I can. I love you so much. I just want you forever, James.”

The sweetest most genuine smile he’d ever seen graced your lips. Nearly in tears he leaned forward giving you the most meaningful kiss he could manage. He thought about forever. Having you forever - you wanted him forever. “Oh. My. God.” He spoke in between kisses. “Of fucking course. Baby, are you kidding me? I love you so fucking much.” In the midst of his tenacious kisses you pushed the ring onto his finger, and he nearly lost his mind.

Wrapping his arms around you he lifted you up off the ground. Stumbling towards the bed he laid you down gently, his hands going from your thighs directly up your dress. This love was all smiles and laughter, just an expression of pure unbridled love. Pulling back for just a second he smiled down at you, memorizing the curve of your smile, the shine in your eyes, and the hushed laughter that left your lips. “Sweetheart...I go away for a weekend and you go soft on me.” He said helping you pull your dress off. You tugged on the end of his shirt kissing all over his face, “Elaine helped. I can’t take all the credit.” Getting in bed he gasped dramatically.

“Fuck, I should go outta town more often.”

Pushing you down into the pillows he leaned over you trailing kisses down your jaw. In a few quick motions the both of you were bare before each other. There was no rush. It was just the two of you basking in this fresh sense of love and commitment. Somewhere along the line you switched positions now straddling his hips. He wasn’t one to let you be in control, but he was good for nothing beneath your heavy touches.

Dragging your hand down his chest you stopped just above where he desperately wished you would touch him. The warmest part of you hovered over him and he contemplated just taking matters into his own hands, but he was so engrossed in the way you were set on proving how much you loved him. Smiling against your lips he let out a heavy sigh as you wrapped your hand around his erection. Closing his eyes he savored the feeling of the soft skin of your hand giving him long strokes.

The lack of control played into his unravelling and in an effort to slow you down he reached down pushing his ring finger through your folds. Purposefully making sure the cool ring rubbed against your clit. He watched your face change and your confidence falter. Letting go of him you leaned forward resting your forehead against his. Taking his finger from you he brought it to his lips - knowing the effect it had on you. Tasting you on his tongue made his dick twitch against you.

“My sweet wife.”

Pressing the ring to your lips he watched you kiss it. With a wicked grin on his face he reached back down pushing the finger into your wet hole. He wanted you to feel that ring in you - feel how much he belonged to you. Judging by the way your arousal dripped down his fingers and the way you whimpered his name, you belonged to him too. “Bucky, please.” You whined nipping at the skin of his neck. Listening to you plead was satisfying, but he was dying to bury himself in you.

He was dying for his wife.

“I know, I know. I just wanna tear you apart sweetheart. I’m taking my time. It’s my first time with my wife.” He said, pushing another finger in you. Shakily you collapsed against his chest mumbling an incoherent mess of words. Pumping them in and out of you he watched you slowly fade from reality. Nothing but your little whimpers and the sound of your wet cunt filled the room. His pretty little wife, coming apart on his chest, and still begging for more. “Go on, cum all over your fuckin’ husband.” Bucky was loving these newly attained titles. Even if it was technically wrong, he knew you were his. Your walls tightened around his fingers, pulsating as you reached your peak.

In your state of bliss he pulled his finger out of you then taking his overly sensitive tip running it through your soft folds. The sensation was overwhelming and he needed more. In his lust-fueled moment he pushed himself into you wrapping his arms around you. You gasped and he knew he was pushing you a little harder than usual, but he just reveled in the silky feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around him. Feeling you trembling in his grasp pleading for him to take you was enough to convince him that you were undoubtedly made for him. Desperately moving his hips he rammed into you, feeling the tip of his cock hitting the deepest parts of you. Your juices dripped down to his thighs creating a sinful sound within each thrust of his hips. “I love you.” You breathed, giving him a sloppy kiss.

Those three words seemed to do him in. That control he was holding onto so desperately flying out the window as he released inside of you. It was overwhelmingly rewarding to feel his cum trickling out of you as he came down from his high. Still clinging onto you he pressed kisses all over your skin. In the midst of the come down the both of you were left lovingly gazing at each other. You pushed his hair out of his face, lightly running your fingers through it.

He was just admiring your afterglow. Enamoured by the fact that this was his forever, and that you wanted the same thing. The little bruises that formed on your skin made him feel like a possessive child. Like he was writing his name on the side of a toy so everyone else knew it was his. “You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” He sighed wiping a stray tear from your cheek - an evidence of how good he was to you. Smiling, you kissed him sweetly, “You just love me. If anyone else looked at me right now they’d cry.”

“If anyone else looked at you right now I’d end up in prison.”

Laughing, you rested your head against his chest. Holding his hand up he looked at the ring on his finger, wondering how he was going to be able to one up you. He’d forever be in your debt for wanting to stick around until ‘death do us part’. “God, I can’t wait to tell the girls. We can have a party, drink wine, and talk shit about the school board.” You smacked his arm for that comment. Though, he wasn’t exactly kidding. He wouldn’t wait to tell everyone that he was yours.

“I love you Bucky.”

“I love you sweetheart.”

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Sharing My Sweetheart

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: none! this is all soft.

Word Count: 1.9k

Synopsis: You and Bucky talk with his daughter about your relationship.

This goes along side the Teacher's Favorite series! You can read this as a stand alone but it would help to read the first two!

Request by @bucksdolll + i forgot to tag originally and i feel so bad! thank you so much ⭐️

Teacher's Favorite AU || Masterlist

Elaine was an observant girl.

Always taking notice of small changes to her surroundings. She noticed when the neighbors planted new daisies in their flower beds or when a picture frame was slightly off center. She could connect the dots like no other child you knew, but she didn’t think twice about you being around more often.

To her you just wanted to be around her more, and her dad suddenly being more affectionate just meant that he was being a good friend.

A very good friend.

Even now as you sat on the couch with Bucky throwing himself all over you, in an appropriate way of course. As appropriate as he could be considering Elaine was sitting on the floor watching TV. It was a weekend and still you somehow managed to be busy all day. You’d been graciously chosen to help clean out one of the school’s storage units. Needless to say, you were exhausted. An entire day filled with sorting through ancient files and totes full of unused office supplies was very taxing on the mind.

You didn’t have the energy to get him to take it easy on his affections, and truth be told you were perfectly comfortable letting him be affectionate right then. “M’not happy you’re letting them cut in on my time.” Bucky said, kissing the top of your head. You sighed snuggling further into him – if that were even possible. Somehow you’d gone from sitting up straight to essentially laying on top of Bucky with your head resting on his chest. “Sorry. I didn’t really want to do it anyways, but if I did it this weekend I wouldn’t have to do it on one of our longer weekends.” You explained, your words dissolving into a yawn.

Bucky slipped his hands under your shirt slightly dragging his fingers down your back. That feeling combined with listening to him talk about everything he and Elaine got into was enough to make you almost fall asleep. Closing your eyes you felt yourself slowly slipping from reality, and not long after you were asleep. Occasionally you would wake up a little, hearing the TV or little Elaine’s feet against the hardwood floor passing back and forth.

“Hey, quiet steps bug.”

“Oh, okay! I’m sorry daddy.”

“It’s okay. Sweetheart’s sleepy today.”

You didn't need to have your eyes open to know she had walked over to the both of you. Reaching out she lightly put her little hand on your face, just enough to barely feel her. “Why is she sleepy?” She asked. Bucky explained in the simplest of terms everything you'd done during the day. While listening she kept her hand on your face occasionally patting your cheek.

You couldn’t recall a time in which you felt so loved. Of course there was family love, and friend love - but this was so different. It was the feeling of being appreciated and cared for by people who had no obligation to do so. Bucky didn’t have to care about you and neither did Elaine. They’d both roped you into their world as if it were destiny.

“Is she going to have a sleepover again?” Elaine asked, and you opened your eyes at that. She noticed laughing as your eyelashes fluttered against her hand. “What do you mean bug?” Bucky asked. Climbing up onto the couch she waited a moment before you raised up. Smiling at her messy hair you pulled her into your lap. After making herself comfortable she looked up at Bucky.

“Sometimes you and sweetheart have a sleepover. Like when I go to Molly’s house.” Elaine explained. Bucky looked a little pale realizing just how aware she was. For a split second you were afraid she heard something late at night, but you quickly shoved the thought away not wanting to deal with the embarrassment. He sat up and gave you a worried look. “Sort of.” He said laughing nervously. He looked more nervous to have this conversation than you felt.

It was only a matter of explaining it to her in a way she could understand.

“Do you remember the book we read the other day, Annie and Snowball and the Wedding Day?” You asked, giving Bucky a reassuring look. Lucky for you, your lesson plans recently have revolved around the concept of family. Blended families, nuclear families, single parent families, childless families, and every other type of family one could imagine. Each sort of family had a corresponding book to go along with it. The one you were thinking of now closely resembled your current situation. A father with a daughter meeting someone new and learning to understand that new relationship.

“Mhm. Annie’s dad likes Martha.” She said. Disregarding the pride you felt in the fact she had retained that information, you nodded. Bucky seemed just as intrigued as she was. You shifted a little wondering how you could phrase your next words. “Well, that’s kind of like me and your daddy.” You said cautiously. Basically jumping out of your lap she turned to look at you with big eyes.

“You’re going to get married?!”

You shared a look with Bucky before the both of you began laughing nervously. Reaching out, Bucky pulled her into his lap kissing her cheek. “No, no marriage right now.” Bucky said shooting you a sly wink. Feeling your skin get hot you shook your head at him. “We just like each other a lot.” He said simply. Staring at her face you could practically see the gears turning in her little mind.

“Does that mean you’re having a baby?”

Really you could’ve fainted, but this was a child’s mind. A basic understanding of relationships. People kiss, they get married, and have a baby. If only it were that simple. Bucky shrugged with a smug look on his face and you reached out, flicking his cheek. Mouthing an ‘ ow ‘ you shook your head at her. “No. It just means we’re very good friends.” You said, trying to avoid the actual words. Elaine was looking back and forth between you, trying to make sense of it all.

“She’s my girlfriend, and I’m her boyfriend.”

For some reason that clicked with her better than your simple explanation. You internally questioned your ability to make a rather harsh topic digestible for children. Standing up on the couch she bounced up and down for a minute making an odd squealing noise. Once she stopped her hair was all in her face and she threw herself back into Bucky’s arm. You watched her wrapping her tiny arms around his neck.

“Does that mean I can have a boyfriend?” Bucky’s eyes went wide and you fell into fits of laughter. Elaine looked at him waiting for an answer as you laughed. “No. You can’t ever have a boyfriend.” He said with a ridiculous scowl on his face. Elaine began asking why and Bucky had an unlimited will to fight over the subject. Watching the both of them you realized how special your situation was. Elaine didn’t care if you were her teacher or her dad’s significant other. She just cared about you. She didn’t care about all the details - she was too young to.

“Sweetheart! Can I have a boyfriend? You have one!” She turned around giving you the most convincing puppy eyes you’d ever seen. Reaching out you wrapped your arms around her sighing. Just giggling like the happy girl she was, you took a deep breath smelling her watermelon scented shampoo. Bucky was watching the both of you with a faint smile on his face. “Maybe when you’re older.” You suggested. Of course that devolved into her asking how long she had to wait, how many boyfriends she could have, and why she couldn’t have one right then.

“Okay, no more boyfriend talk. It’s bedtime.” Bucky said, scooping her up into his arms. She only whined for a few minutes, begrudgingly agreeing to going through her nighttime routine. You followed them up the stairs standing in the doorway of the bathroom and watching them. Bucky got her toothbrush ready and took an ungodly amount of bows out of her hair. Watching them gave you a sense of being complete. Like you were now part of something bigger than yourself. You loved watching Bucky be nothing but devoted to his daughter, and you felt privileged to be involved in his most important role in life.

“Can you braid my hair sweetheart?” Elaine asked with toothpaste smeared across her cheek. You agreed, standing behind her as she followed the little timer brushing each quadrant of her teeth. Pulling her hair between your fingers you braided each of the strands together trying not to focus on the fact that you could feel Bucky staring at you. Just before you finished Bucky handed you one of the little rubber bands watching as you tied off the end of the braid. Elaine thanked you before dashing towards her bedroom.

Looking over at Bucky he was leaning against the counter with a smile on his face. Like usual, you felt a little flustered under his gaze before questioning his stare. Your uneasiness only proved to agg him on. “I love you.” He said, putting his hands on your face and giving you a rather passionate kiss. The feeling of him smiling against your lips made you smile as well. “Alright. Elaine. Is. Waiting.” You said in-between each of his kisses. Playfully swatting at him you made him pull away then dragging him down the hall. Filtering out his whining you could hear Elaine rustling around in her room. Walking into the room you saw her struggling to fix her fitted sheet.

Letting go of Bucky you helped her stretch the purple sheets over the bed and she gave you a hug as thanks. Hopping into bed she waited for Bucky to come over and tuck her in. Their routine was simple yet effective, because the moment he started adjusting the comforter over her she began yawning. “Alright. Sweet dreams bug. I love you.” He said, kissing her forehead. Leaning forward she kissed his cheek before yawning again. “I love you.” She said. Observing both of them you felt like your heart was melting.

Something about the most handsome man you’d ever had the pleasure of knowing being such a good father was the most attractive thing you’d ever seen.

“I love you too sweetheart.” She said looking over at you with half-lidded eyes. Your heart was ready to burst as you walked over giving her a kiss on the cheek. “I love you Elaine.” You said quietly, watching the ever inviting sense of rest wash over her. Like that her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed herself to sleep. Bucky pulled you out of the room as you tried fending off the happy tears that threatened your eyes. Clicking the door behind him quietly he turned and gave you a look you couldn’t quite read.

“So, are we going to make a baby or what?”

You were ripped out of your previous emotion gasping at his all to forward nature. “Bucky, I love you, but oh my god!” You whispered smacking his arm. Laughing he leaned forward giving you a kiss.

“Hey, she asked, not me.”

Thanks for reading!! I'm currently working on some bigger stuff so this can be a bit of a filler until my other fics are ready! I apologize in advance for any errors! I will be going back through a few times to check myself.

If you like this little fic then please check out Teacher's Favorite! It's something i'm super proud of that's why I recommend it :)

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Until You Breathe Fresher Air

Pairing: fboy!Bucky x reader

18 + MINORS DNI

Word Count: 3.1k

Warnings: the most angsty thing i've ever written, toxic relationship, emotional manipulation, harsh language, smut ( unprotected sex, pet names, overstimulation )

Synopsis: You've been in a relationship with Bucky since college. You spend six years in a relationship with him, convinced you can somehow change him. You deal with his antics for longer than you can handle. Finally realizing how unhealthy your relationship is, you decide to make a decision you've been avoiding for far too long.

AU Masterlist | Masterlist

Coffee didn’t taste the same anymore.

Acidic, bitter, salty and sour.

The smell alone was a reminder of how naive you were. It felt like yesterday you had woken up in his dorm room to the smell of coffee. You remembered sitting up in his bed holding the comforter close to your bare skin. He was leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest, swaying in order to keep himself awake. The coffee filter dripped over and over filling the pot slowly. Light streamed through the window shining against the tile floors. Looking over at you he smiled before shooting you a wink that was forever seared in your mind.

A promising glance into who he could’ve been.

Dumping your cup out into the sink you quickly decided you’d never want coffee again. This felt routine now - finding things that you could no longer enjoy because of him. Sitting the cup down in the sink you stared at the liquid slowly going down the drain. Beside your cup was his cup - the one he didn’t care to drink two mornings before. You couldn’t bring yourself to dump it out. The symbolism felt too real. All of these emotions you were finally coming to terms with were far too real.

He’d been messaging you more than usual over the weekend. He told you he was going to a concert with some friends, but you weren’t inclined to believe him. It wouldn’t be surprising to you if he was out with some girl getting his fill for the weekend. Unfortunately, the thought of him with someone else didn’t make you cry anymore. You were out of tears.

‘I miss you.’

‘I can’t wait to see you.’

Bullshit.

Turning away from the sink you felt that familiar tingle behind your eyes. The tingle you’d been working so hard to push away. You’d just woken up and you already wanted to go back to bed. There was no reason to be awake. You couldn’t even create a reason to be awake. The house was clean, you’d already gotten the groceries you needed, and the plants were watered. Realizing that this is what your life had become over the past few weeks was nothing short of eye opening.

You’d turned down jobs, left your family, lost friends, gave up on your goals all because you thought you could change him.

Dragging yourself up the stairs you went straight back into the bedroom you shared with him. Climbing straight into bed you stared at the empty spot next to you. His shirt was still laying on the edge of the bed from when he felt like using you under the guise of love. He was so good at lying you would’ve believed him if you didn’t know him. Looking at him as he feigned adoration you saw a glimpse of who you fell in love with. Desperate to have that feeling again you let yourself believe him. Believe that he had an ounce of respect towards you anymore.

Like an addict chasing the sensation of their first high.

“Bucky, oh-” He cut you off with a searing kiss. Letting go of your dignity you chased that pleasure. The satisfaction you could only get from Bucky. You couldn’t compare anyone else you had ever been with to him, and that made the pain a lot worse. Bucky was your end game, and you were Bucky’s favorite game to play. Spend his weekends with other girls, listen to you bitch about how upset you were, and ultimately end up with you beneath him.

“Baby girl, you’re so good to me.”

That should’ve been a slap in the face. Like he was pointing and laughing at the fact that no matter how terrible he was you wouldn’t dare to step out on him. He had to know how stupid you were for him. Especially whenever he had himself buried deep inside you pulling out some of the most humiliating sounds known to man. Your entire being laid out before him, baring your soul to him as if he would see your vulnerability and be gentle on your spirit.

“Baby girl-” Like always his pace was unbelievable. Your legs already felt like jelly wrapped firmly around his waist wanting him as close as he could possibly get. Reaching down between the two of you he rubbed circles into your most sensitive spot, eyes burning into your skin watching your face twist in pleasure. “Look at you. Such a fuckin’ mess for me.” His filthy words pushed you over the edge, but that didn’t stop him. He would keep going until you were on the verge of blacking out, making sure you were filled with him. Claiming you as his and leaving marks on the softest parts of your skin.

“I love you. God, I love you.”

You wanted to believe him. Your heart begged with your mind trying to convince yourself that this was it, he was going to be different now. With his affection came the apologies. Countless apologies for how he had mistreated you, and each time you’d let him back in. Promise him that you weren’t mad, and that it wasn’t his fault that he was going through all those things.

You’d convince yourself it was your fault before you accepted the fact he just didn’t love you.

Bucky would hold you and tell you how much you meant to him. How he wanted you by his side forever, or how he dreamed of a perfectly domestic life with you. All of it was in vain. As much as you wanted it to be real, it just wasn’t. You couldn’t blur the lines of fantasy and reality anymore – it was becoming easier to make the distinction at least.

He’d say the most beautiful things.

‘I just kiss you in the middle of the night to remind myself I’m alive… that I’ve got you right here with me.’

‘You’re my world, baby.’

‘I love you.’

You’d just smile softly and run your hands through his hair. You’d always respond the same, “I love you Bucky.” He’d smile just before falling asleep. While you were left to stare at the face of a man who had broken you down into nothing but a shell of your former self. You no longer looked forward to things. You didn’t hold out hope. You expected to be let down.

You had gotten used to feeling alone.

Running your hand across the cool sheets you felt a hot tear slip down your cheek. Leave it to Bucky to make you cry without even being around. Your phone kept buzzing, and you kept ignoring it. You could already predict the messages.

Questions from your close friends asking if you’d finally done it, family asking the same thing, and Bucky telling you he was coming home soon.

Tonight was going to be your last night of living like this – cooped up in an apartment acting as a broken toy for your boyfriend.

You were going to leave Brooklyn, take a flight out to wherever your heart desired, and leave this chapter of your life behind. Never turning back or regretting a thing. Tonight was going to be the end of your six year love affair, and no amount of convincing would make you stay.

You’d already prepared for those pretty blue eyes to just beg you to stay. Promise you he’d never do you wrong again. You’d prepared for his desperate kisses as if the contact would make you linger awhile longer.

No more.

As much as you loved that man, you knew you wouldn’t last another month in this relationship.

James Buchanan Barnes had walked into your life and wrapped you up in his charming ways just to tear you apart.

You loved him unconditionally for too long. You wished you could be that young college girl again, falling in love with a boy all of your friends warned you about. Listening to him promise you the world and more. Waking up tangled in messy sheets and having kisses laid all over your skin. Him making you feel like you were the most beautiful woman in the world.

Fantasies were safe, but now you had one foot in reality.

And you were ready to step through to the other side.

Leaving Bucky behind.

Bucky sat at the bar spinning his drink with a straw. Steve was lingering nearby giving a speech to a poor girl who just wanted to take him home. The atmosphere was very much alive, but he just wasn’t in the mood. There was an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach.

An intuition.

This weekend he’d been through hell – listening to his friends give him down the road for the way he had been treating you. He had every intent of venting to them about the pettiness of the argument the two of you had, but they were quick to defend you.

It wasn’t a secret to anyone that Bucky was – to put it lightly – a shitty person. He always had been. In high school he took on the personality of every other boy he knew and paraded himself around as an amalgamation of them. Girls came in and out of life constantly. He couldn’t find it in him to just pick one. As terrible as it sounds he wanted to experience everything life had to offer.

Even if it meant stepping on others along the way.

That’s why you enamoured him. He walked all over you. He knows he does, and yet you greet him with that same soft smile you always do. Anytime something goes wrong you were right there. You would wait on him, no matter what he did to you.

You were a safety blanket for him whenever things became too much. You’d hold him and assure him of his worth, kiss him until he forgot whatever he was worked up over, and you’d make him coffee in the mornings.

It was a simple act but it meant a lot to him.

Sleeping around showed him different personalities – good and bad. Some girls were clingy and begged him to stay, others were immediately ready to leave right after. It was interesting.

He just remembered in college around the third time he had you over you woke up before him, and you made him coffee. He drank coffee every morning. It was a routine. Never did he trust people to make it for him either. He was just too picky.

But that day you had an early morning class. You left a sticky note next to the cup that genuinely made his heart flutter.

‘ Good morning Bucky! I know you’re particular but I tried. If it’s too terrible, just pour it out and pretend this never happened. ‘

In fact, he still had that sticky note in his wallet.

He wished he could go back to that point in his life. Stop him from making such terrible decisions when it comes to you. It wasn’t even three months ago that the two of you had a little argument and he went and found someone easy he could sleep with. It was like he craved so much attention he looked for it in all the wrong ways.

He didn’t have to go sleep with someone to get your attention. He already had your attention. For some reason he wanted you to be upset with him. He wanted you to be jealous of him and scream in his face about how awful he was.

You never did.

Even the day before he left whenever he was complaining about something insignificant. You didn’t want to kiss him before he left and he turned it into an argument. Everything was rather one sided. Your tired eyes staring back at him as he raged over nothing. Somehow he knew how to make everything about himself.

That little tiff should’ve worried him.

Never had you looked at him and plainly stated you didn’t want to kiss him. You looked like you didn’t even want to touch him. Usually you’d at least tear up whenever he started ranting, but you just stared at him. Your expression was devoid of any emotion. You looked tired.

Tired of him.

Even whenever he arrived at the hotel he was convinced he was the one in the right. Why would you turn him down? Why would you turn your boyfriend down? You didn’t even respond to him properly, you just listened to him and nodded. It didn’t hit him how ridiculous he was being until Sam scolded him like a child.

“Bucky, are you out of your damn mind? I don’t blame her. You’ve stepped out on that poor girl more times than I can count. I’m surprised she hasn’t left your sorry ass. You have a girl that will put up with your shit and you pick little fights, blame her, and go stick your dick in whoever looks your way. What's even more surprising is that you don’t even seem concerned that this girl is on the verge of falling apart and you just keep pushing. If you’re smart, you’ll get on your damn knees and beg for forgiveness. If you wanna keep playin’ dumbass then you’ll keep doing what you’re doing right now. Bitching and moaning while the only girl that has ever loved you sits in your apartment.”

Everything in him wanted to argue with Sam. He wanted to tell him about the moments where it was just the two of you being hopelessly in love. Now he was beginning to question his entire perception of his relationship.

Falling apart?

You weren’t falling apart. You were just fine. He was sure of it.

Then he talked to Steve, and Steve told him the same thing as Sam. Only it hurt worse. Steve was talented at delivering the complete truth in a soft voice while metaphorically punching him in the gut at the same time.

Now he was seeing whatever everyone else was seeing.

You weren’t happy.

Thinking about all those times after he’d come crawling back to you and you’d just tell him it was okay. Sometimes you’d even take the blame to make him feel better. He was beginning to realize how much he really was hurting you. What he was doing to you wasn’t out of love or frustration.

He was just selfish.

Thinking he could do whatever he wanted and still have you at the same time. You took on all of his issues like they were your own. He used you like you were disposable.

Now he kept checking his phone. He’d sent you a ridiculous amount of messages over the weekend – he even left you voicemails. Bucky doesn’t leave voicemails. You hadn’t answered him at all, and he was slowly becoming worried. You always answered him or at least read the messages he sent. Now he was being left on delivered which was a very bitter taste of his own medicine.

“Steve, I think I’m gonna head home.” He said, patting his friend on the shoulder. Steve just nodded, continuing to lecture that same woman.

Pushing through the crowd of people he kept looking down at his phone. You should’ve responded by now. Walking out the door he was met with a wall of chilly air, but his blood was running hot at the moment. Keeping a considerably fast pace he headed towards his car, deciding to call you again.

“Please pick up, please pick up…”

Immediately he was met with an automated voice and he went from fast walking to running. Part of him was becoming angry at you, but his newly discovered sympathy didn’t blame you one bit. Running down a slick set of stairs he nearly ran into about twenty different people. He didn’t bother to mutter any apologies along the way. Finally getting to his car he shakily went through the keys before pulling the door open.

The entire drive he was cursing himself for just now realizing what he had. It took him six years to realize that you were a privilege, not a right. He was hoping you were just asleep, and that he could climb into bed with you and tell you how sorry he was.

He knows you’d heard it all before, but he really meant it this time.

Finally arriving at the apartment complex he didn’t even bother to lock the car, just hoping that no one would rob him. Waiting in the elevator he just kept thinking about you.

Coming to terms with the fact that he didn’t deserve you was very jarring. Thinking back to how innocently you had walked into his life and ignored everyone who spoke ill of him he felt completely idiotic. In those early days he couldn’t even convince you that he was a terrible person. Now he was pretty sure he didn’t have to convince you, you just believed it now.

Rushing down the hall he reached the familiar door of your shared apartment. He didn’t bother knocking; he just stuck the key in and opened the door haphazardly. Walking straight in he called out your name. Not getting an immediate response he rushed up the stairs and directly towards the bedroom. Kicking the door open he saw you putting a charger cord into your backpack.

This was a very delicate situation.

That feeling of impending doom was finally making sense to him. You were fully dressed, looking like you were ready to go somewhere. Which was completely out of character. You didn’t go places without telling him. You hadn’t even acknowledged him yet.

“Hey, you’re up late.” He said, cautiously walking towards you. Turning your head for a moment he caught a glimpse of your bloodshot eyes. This wasn’t normal. He’d never had to comfort you. You always comforted him. Everything about this was backwards.

Reaching out to touch you he was quickly met with your entire body moving away from him. Like even the idea of him touching you made your skin burn. That action hurt him more than he thought possible.

“Baby, I–”

Turning around you smacked him across the face. It took a moment before he realized what happened. Reaching up and touching his face he was slightly stunned. The way you were looking at him was completely new. He’d never seen such an angry look in your eyes. He’d never even seen you act angry. Now you were staring at him so sharply he felt like a dog with its tail between its legs.

“I wanted to do this...nicely. I wanted to be calm and nice about it.” You started, and suddenly his heart was racing. Watching you yank the zipper closed on your bag he wanted to say something. Anything. Slinging the bag over your shoulders you reached out, shoving a key into his hand.

“Tell me one thing that you’ve given up for me.” You said. The question was pointed and threatening. He knew the answer. Absolutely nothing. Not a damn thing. Putting your hands on your head you laughed sarcastically. Looking down at the key in his hand he felt like he was living in a nightmare. This fantasy he had been living in was falling apart, and it was falling apart fast.

“I can tell you what I’ve given up for you. I stayed in this god awful city because you asked me to. I cut off the only friends I had because they knew how shit you were. I told my own family to fuck off because they didn’t like you. I turned down a job offer that I fucking dreamed of having since I was a goddamn kid.”

Bucky stared at you.

“And for what? For someone who has cheated on me so many times I can’t even keep count? For someone that doesn’t give a fuck about me? I gave up all that shit just for you. I spent six fucking years convincing myself I could change you. The best part is that I love you more than I have ever loved myself, and you’re the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

Brushing past him he immediately followed behind you. Saying your name over and over trying to think of something he could say. Everything you were saying was true, but he just couldn’t take it. He couldn’t accept it, no matter how true it was.

He loved you, and you loved him.

You were his.

Rushing in front of you he pressed himself against the door knowing he couldn’t let you go. Unphased you began pulling at his shirt giving him a warning that if he didn’t move you’d smack him across the face again. Tears spilled from his eyes as he panicked. Reaching out he wrapped his arms around you, holding you despite your upset thrashing.

“James, if you don’t fu-”

“No no no.” He fell to his knees pulling you down with him. His breathing was erratic as he begged you not to make him let go. If he let go you would leave him. “I-I know I’m awful. I know I fucked up. I know that I hurt you. I know I ignored all your signs telling me I was hurting you. Fuck, I’m so sorry. I'm so sorry.” His pleading only made you pull away from him harder. Hard enough that you got away from him. Straight away he wrapped his arms around your legs as you stood, pressing his face against your stomach. Like a child begging a parent not to go.

“Let go of me James.”

Shaking his head he just tightened his grip on you, allowing a desperate cry to escape his throat. Reaching down you slipped your fingers underneath his hands trying to pry him off of you. Losing his grip he looked up at you, looking for any sign of change in your plans. “I love you.” He whispered, a last ditch effort to make you stay. You laughed, successfully pushing his arms off of you. Unperturbed, you stepped past him pulling the door open.

“Not as much as you love yourself.”

The door slammed behind him and he jumped at the sound. His heart wanted to chase after you, but his mind knew better. There was no changing your mind. He couldn’t fix this. A person can’t fix something broken beyond repair. All but hyperventilating he laid down on the cold tile floor, letting himself mourn this incredible loss.

He’d never go to sleep with you again.

He’d never wake up with you again.

He’d never hear your voice again.

He’d never kiss you again.

He’d never hold you again.

Never.

Apologies for any errors.

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