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magalidragon · 3 years

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making music | a Jonerys AU | fic tease

a/n: Bêcha thought I forgot this one? LOL Nope, just working on it here and there. It will be longer than I thought of course. So here’s a tease to part 1 up soon!

Once again, turning the corner, she almost stepped straight into a busker only this time a trumpet player, and when she knelt down to pick up the coins that had fallen out of a flatcap set on the cobblestone, she heard a low chuckle, and a heavy Northern accent, her blood going cold.

"You just can't help yourself can you?"

"I'm sorry I..." She whipped up, glaring. She shouted. "YOU!"

Jon chuckled, leaning against the brick wall, a foot propped up behind him, his other stretched out, and a trumpet loose in his fingers. "Me." He rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "You want a piece of my gig here or what? That why you keep stepping into my payment?"

She glanced at the cap, noting there were only a few stags; he had way more as a guitar player. She smirked up and straightened. "Maybe you should stick to strings then Mr..."

"Snow," Jon said, lifting the trumpet up. He blew into it, fingers fast on the keys, the tune upbeat, jazzy. Someone walking by tossed in a dragon coin. He finished the snippet of a song she thought she might have recognized as a twist on a famous Essosi opera aria, and had gathered a few other admirers, including, she noted, some young women who giggled behind their hands and ducked their heads coquettishly, trying to catch his attention.

It was the music that held her attraction-- although he did look good standing there in his all black attire, hair pulled from his face, his strong forearms on display. She spied some tattoos peeking out from under the rolled cuffs and one on his inner wrist, a series of musical notes on a scale. She frowned, wishing she could see it closer, wondering what song held such importance to him he wanted it inked to his skin permanetly. Or maybe, was in his mind during a drunken moment and now was inked permanently. Could be anything.

He finished the song, the crowd gathered applauding. He swept the trumpet aside and bowed, moving towards the case while people dropped coins and other things into the flatcap. Several of the women dropped phone numbers. Dany remained standing, waiting for them to disperse and Jon to collect the money. "Do they not pay you enough?" she asked.

He chuckled, unfolding the bills and darting a glance upwards through his dark curls. "They do. This is for something else." He pocketed the money and shoved the cap into the side of the padded trumpet case. He quickly cleaned out the trumpet, wiping down the gleaming brass, dragging the cloth through the valves to dry it, and set it into the velvet lining.

Dany waited and caught his attention when he stood, slinging the case over his shoulder. "Are you first cello?" she asked, wanting more information. He was the only one she knew now from the sympthony, she wanted to get as much information as possible. Especially if they were to play together.

He nodded. "Aye."

"But you also play guitar and trumpet?"

"I play a lot of instruments."

"Yeah so does everyone," she scoffed. They all said that. Viola players claimed they could play violin and vice versa. Guitar players claimed they were also proficient in banjo and ukelele sometimes. Anything for the résumé. She rolled her eyes. "There's a difference in maybe playing something and being proficient in it."

Jon eyed her sideways, chuckling. "Alright, I'm proficient in a lot of instruments. And you?"

"Four."

"Let me guess."

She grinned. "Go ahead." He'd never guess.

Jon ticked off his fingers. "Violin."

"Duh."

"Guitar."

She wrinked her nose. "Yes."

They turned a corner; she had no idea where he was going, somehow she was stuck to him like a magnet, unable to tear away. He patted his pockets, searching for somethng, and removed a pack of cigarettes. He smiled sheepishly. "Bad habit."

"Terrible habit, especially for someone who plays a brass or woodwind instrument," she chided.

He lit the cigarette, pocketing the lighter with a flick of his fingers. She spied a wolf etched into the side of the silver Zippo. He paused at a corner, studying her a moment. She shifted, oddly uncomfortable with the x-ray-like gaze. His irises were gray, a peculiar color. They shimmered, reminding her of the ash on the cigarette or else storm clouds. He blew a stream of smoke out to the side, gesturing with the cigarette. "Piano."

She grit her teeth. Eyebrow quirked, she shrugged. "Alright. Yes."

"I've got three. How many more guesses do I get?"

"One more, I told you I play four."

Jon kept his gaze on her, once again giving her the x-ray once over. He narrowed his eyes and smiled wide. "Harp."

Her mouth dropped. What...how...WHAT!? "You cheated!" she exclaimed, at the same time he burst out laughing. He dodged the fist she flung out to smack at his shoulder, this perfect stranger, but she was positive he deserved it. First for chastising her when she completely accidentally stepped into him, then for his comments after her incredbile audition, and now well, for whatever was happening with this. She glared at him, simultaneously impressed he got them right and also annoyed.

Now he laughed. "How did I cheat? I didn't know you until like three hours ago."

"But you did," she realized. He knew her real name. Could have been a good guess, but she tried vrey hard to keep the lives separate. So how did he know?

They were still walking. She realized they were approaching a nondescript old building, stone and worn, with moss growing on the side from the healthy amount of humidity King's Landing endured. There was a large olive tree out front, providing shade over a fountain of a series of wolves chasing each other. They stopped near the entrance to the small courtyard, his fingers idly running down the strap of his trumpet case, his cigarette almost worn down to the filter.

He flicked off some ash, drew in a last pull of it, and stubbed it out, tossing it into a trash can. He smiled again, but it didn't meet his eyes. He tapped her case. "Violin, easy." He gestured to her fingers. "You have piano hands, calluses on your wrists, your black and white outfit, probably what, teacher too?" She scowled, refusing to acknowledge he was right. He carried on. "Guitar because that was actually just a guess."

"And harp? How'd you guess that?" she demanded.

Jon blinked, shrugging. "You're a Targaryen."

Her jaw set. "Yes," she ground out. She arched her brows, silver bouncing up to her hairline. "Which I would kindly request you keep to yourself."

"You should probably hide your eye color then."

"I could just be Lyseni or Valyrian otherwise."

"You have your mother's face," he said. He continued, her shoulders drawing back at that, surprised. He smiled again. "And Rhaegar Targaryen was one of my first music teachers. I know a Targaryen and I know he has a little sister and well, Targaryens are the only harp players that actually make it a worthy instrument to learn." He grinned wider. "I'll give you a hint. One of the instruments I do not know how to play is harp."

Rhaegar's student? Her mother? Harp? What? There were questions swirling around in her mind, before she could ask him to clarify. He walked by her and to the fountain, dropping some of the coins in it and then depositing his earnings into a box near the entrance to the building. He tipped his fingers to his temple, saluting her. "See you around Daenerys Targaryen. Or Dany Storm. Which do you want me to call you?"

"Dany," she whispered, unsure what to make of him.

He nodded, smiling. "Dany." He turned, walking off and reached into his pocket, removing a harmonica, lifting it to his lips and humming off on it as he wandered away, out of sight.

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ellewords · 3 years

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hey elle! i saw your answers for the questions i sent—i love coffee and cookie dough ice cream too! i’ve found that i like a lot of coffee-flavored stuff like ice cream, cake, and candy lol. i also really love cookies and cream! i’d say that’d be my favorite with coffee and cookie dough being VERY CLOSE seconds

BABY DON’T STOP IS ICONIC WHEW but may i propose....haikyuu boys dancing to it.......

anyways today i’ve got some headcanons for a past written on the margins question! first it was a karaoke party with the seijoh 4, and now it’s a road trip! aka you and iwaizumi are the only ones with any braincells in this godforsaken car (they make you handle the gps stuff since you’re the best with it). i can imagine each of them rotating and driving for a set number of hours or at least until they reach a rest stop, especially on long trips. whoever’s sitting shotgun (they rotate between this seat too) has control over the radio and aux cord and oikawa jokes that it’s the best part of going on road trips (but is he really joking though...)

makki and mattsun pretend to groan when you sit shotgun, but in actuality they don’t mind and will probably sing along to some of the songs you play (if there’s a rap part in the song currently playing everyone makes mattsun rap along i feel like his voice just fits it) while oikawa would be like UGH FINALLY SOMEONE WITH SOME MUSIC TASTE just to get a rise out of the other boys (but he really does think those kpop songs you blast lowkey slap he’s been listening to some of them while he works out or goes on his morning runs). iwa generally doesn’t have much of a preference but i can see him being partial to more upbeat songs to keep him or whoever’s driving awake, but even during slow songs the rest of you guys sing loud enough and chaotic enough to prevent anyone from getting any shut-eye (oikawa, makki, and mattsun dramatically act out a whole SAGA)

when you guys reach any rest stop makki is the first one out of the car and he makes a beeline towards the bathroom because he drank a lot of water during you guys’ impromptu karaoke session (gotta keep those vocal chords taken care of!). oikawa and mattsun are usually the ones in charge of getting snacks, they always end up getting a lot but they make sure to get everyone’s favorites! the amount of snacks they buy seems overkill but they’re athletic boys with voracious appetites and getting this many snacks ensures that the car is never short on food. if this is during or post-timeskip iwa is probably a little more strict on the snacks everyone eats (especially with regards to oikawa, being a professional athlete and all) but eventually decides to let up a bit—it’s not everyday he gets to go on a trip with his close friends, plus all those calories are gonna get burned right away once you guys reach your destination and go from place to place.

god help anyone who actually falls asleep in the car because oikawa and makki are taking photos of whoever’s sleeping with their phones AND with the polarioid camera you brought. despite this, though, everyone makes a conscious effort to be quieter when someone’s napping, and the volume of the radio is turned a bit lower. one of your favorite pictures on your phone is a selfie you took of everyone while you were sitting in the passenger seat: mattsun was driving at the time and though he wasn’t looking at the camera, a smile is on his face as he makes a peace sign with one hand; oikawa, iwa, and makki are sleeping in the back seats with oikawa and makki leaning on iwa’s shoulders (he lost a few rounds of rock paper scissors and had to sit in the middle). this also extends to when you’re asleep in the car as well—oikawa jokingly made his phone background a selfie of you leaning on his shoulder while napping (featuring a blurry iwaizumi at the side) but he actually finds it quite cute and doesn’t want to change it to his usually background quite yet.

it’s evening when you guys finally reach your hotel and everyone’s a bit tired from being cooped up in the car all day but surprisingly enough no one’s really sleepy because everyone at one point had the opportunity to nap on the way there. if you’re dating one of the boys the others DEFINITELY make you two take one room while the other three take the room adjacent to it. after everyone’s gotten ready for bed you’re all gathered in one of the hotel rolls just vibing on your phones and you and oikawa decide it’s the perfect time to bring out The Sheet Masks™️ that you kept in the cooler in the car during the trip so they’d remain cold. many more goofy photos of everyone with the masks on their faces are taken.

by this point it’s late at night and eventually you guys fall into having some nice, genuine heart-to-heart conversations. if this is during or post-timeskip everyone’s sharing what they’ve been up to ever since graduation or ever since you guys last saw/talked to each other. it’s just such a nice and comforting environment to be in because everyone’s a little tired from the day’s events and so it’s not as loud and boisterous, but at the same time this tiredness and it being nighttime means everyone’s filters are a little looser than usual and you could ask for advice on just about anything and everyone else would chime in with both lighthearted and actual suggestions. the boys are just SOFTER during this time like you could bring up how you’ve been getting back into something you did during high school (like playing piano or guitar or something) and they’d want you to show them videos or pictures of what you’ve been up to! maybe one boy brings up something that’s been worrying them for a while and you and the others are giving him words of encouragement while also cracking jokes. it’s just really chill and nice and everyone likes these late night talks because they bring you all a little closer.

everyone ends up sleeping in the same hotel room. you wake up sandwiched between oikawa and mattsun (oikawa’s got an arm thrown around you and mattsun’s long leggies are literally on top of yours and you wonder how you managed to sleep soundly last night) and iwa and makki are on the pull out sofa bed and you’re like Hey Guys. What The Heck (makki takes this opportunity to snap a photo of the three of you wrapped up in the bedcovers) and when you guys go to get breakfast at the hotel buffet it’s strangely quiet because almost everyone is still sleepy lol.

after getting some food in your system and getting ready for the day you’re all back to your usual energetic selves! you snap a mirror selfie of everyone gathered around the sink in one of the hotel rooms because oikawa was finishing getting ready (he takes the longest i just know it) and the other boys were just hanging around him talking about what’s planned for the day. the schedule you guys have isn’t super specific but there’s a few choice locations that you guys looked into in advance and try to visit no matter what! a day out with them is definitely filled with photos. you’ve got a lot of them in which they’re trying to recreate some funny pose in a picture oikawa saw online (like the one of nct in the ask i sent you earlier!!) and they either turn out really great or really horrible (funny) because you have a knack for taking photos where everything looks normal but someone’s face would be really blurry. but they would also try and take some really nice photos too—they’ll all even help you if you want to take some solo shots! oikawa and makki know the best angles for aesthetically pleasing photos, mattsun has a knack for taking panorama photos that look perfect, and iwaizumi’s really good at taking those types of photos of you guys jumping in the air without them looking weird. you’ve basically got four tall hypemen it’s great!!

overall i think it’d be so fun to go on a trip with them because it’s the perfect balance!! they’re chaotic clowns but they also won’t hesitate to give you a piggyback ride if your feet really hurt or if your shoes are giving you blisters (oikawa will try and make iwa give him a piggyback ride too, though). you guys end up getting a lot closer and having a TON of photos and inside jokes at the end of the trip, and though you’re all reluctant to go back, you also all know that this is only the beginning of a lot more outings together! if you take little clips of various events throughout the trip and compile them all together into a little vlog they’ll all probably watch it together through zoom or discord screenshare or something loool

THIS IS SO LONG take a shot (of water) every time i say one of the guys’ names or if i say “everyone” or some variation of it FJDJSNS seijoh 4 brainrot things am i right.....i hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing and thinking of this! i think in the future i might think of stuff for if you go on a trip with the miya twins (and maybe suna too?).....hmmm hmmm hmmm!!! —🌸

— from elle ! i love this so so much >_< like literally what do i have to do to go on a road trip with the seijoh four??? it would be so much fun and chaotic and i want that for me,, i love them and their friendship so much it's insane ;-; anyways, thoughts + additions under the cut <33 thank you for this !!

everyone who isn't driving makes it their mission to annoy the one who is; whether it's through repeatedly poking their cheek, asking how long of the drive they have left, etc. the person who can last the longest in driver's seat would probably be iwaizumi, all his years playing volleyball with them as prepared him for this moment — but also looked up breathing exercises to avoid getting angry.

the best person to have riding shotgun would most be mattsun, especially when it's really late or super early ; keeps the conversation going and doesn't fall asleep, even when everyone in the backseat is. he shotguns energy drinks every hour or so.

i love the idea of oikawa, makki, and mattsun acting out a whole saga in the backseat omg !! in my head it's a song like taylor swift's love story wherein makki is the love interest, oikawa is taylor, and mattsun is like the dad who doesn't want them together. they really go all out on the acting — oikawa might have let out a couple of tears — and even iwa cracks a lil smile from the driver's seat.

awe timeskip!iwa watching out for everyone's diets ;-; but i do agree that he's gonna let up a bit considering that everyone doesn't see each other all the time. but i feel like he gives everyone the look™ every now and then despite this.

aw cmon don't hit me with oikawa making his background me leaning on his shoulder as i sleep that's so adorable i might cry :<< but other photos taken during naps include : iwa leaning on oikawa’s shoulder, makki sleeping with his eyes halfway-open ??? mattsun’s face covered in stickers that you impulse-bought at a random stopover.

sheet masks with the boys ??? yes pls !! though iwa would definitely be the type to almost wash his face after and oikawa screeched just before he was able to splash water on his face.

but late in the night heart to hearts ??? ugh, peak softness from the boys — everyone cries at some point because woah all of you really grew so much since high school and it made everyone feel all warm and tender.

but at some point, without thinking, and also bec it’s late and what does he have to lose, iwa just goes “you know, i had a crush on you when we were in high school” at yn and everyone just goes ?!?!?!?!?

yn : what the hell i had a crush on you ????

and oikawa’s just cackling in the background like, “i knew it !!!! both of you kept saying i was crazy for pushing it i feel so vindicated rn”

meanwhile makki hands mattsun some money because they bet on it years ago and they were finally getting answers — makki thought you would confess first and mattsun thought it would be iwa ; several years too late but at least ;//

also i would just love to fall asleep in between oikawa and mattsun,,, please how do i get that

also on mattsun’s panoramas: everyone likes moving around a lot when he takes those photos and it’s the perfect mix of weird and cool because yeah there are like five makki’s but one of them looks like he has a third arm and a triangular head

and the vlog and we all get to watch it together over discord ???? that’s it, that’s what i want ;-;

tldr; I would give anything to go on a road trip with the seijoh four ;((

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bubble-tea-bunny · 7 years

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something about

[bucky barnes x reader]

author’s note: was going through my likes the other day and saw this. started cracking up and decided to write a fic for it. also here’s the song i was imagining for that one part in the fic. you’ll see what i mean. hope y’all enjoy <3 also titles are the worst. i think they’re the hardest part about the writing process lol

word count: 1,900

There’s something about James Buchanan Barnes.

He’s the boy you bring home to mom and dad, all manners and dignity and charm. He’s the object of affection for many women, for it’s hard to ignore one who holds himself so confidently, so smoothly. Charisma all but emanates from his being and it’s like he doesn’t even know the true power of the smile he wears so naturally, what it can do. It pulls people in whether or not they want to be. It’s magnetic. In short, Bucky Barnes seems impossibly perfect, a degree that’s almost ridiculous. It’s no wonder he’s wanted by many and envied by all the rest.

The day he sidles up to you at a stool in the bar, he’s wearing that boyish grin, eyes illuminated by the dim light of the room. Your gaze slides from your empty glass up to his face, and you find yourself smiling back as well, for his is contagious. You’ve seen him before, so you’re already familiar with his reputation. The next thing you’re aware of is that he’s talking to you. Had he made a mistake? Maybe he thought you were someone else? But he’s already got a good look at you and he doesn’t look like he’ll be leaving anytime soon.

He points to your glass which only has melting ice cubes left in it. “Can I get you another one of those?”

You blink and glance down at the glass cradled in your hands. “Oh, no, you don’t have to.”

“I want to.” He smiles at you before flagging down the bartender, ordering another drink for you and one for himself. When he’s done that, his attention is back on you. “I’m Bucky.”

You’re about to say I know, because who doesn’t know who he is? But you stop yourself before you do because that would just come across as… well, creepy. “I’m [Name].

“Pretty name,” he compliments, thanking the bartender when he sets down your drinks.

You think you can feel the jealous stares burning into your back from the other women in this establishment. Bucky had approached you and you didn’t even have to try. You can’t help but feel special, and evidently he finds you to be special too, otherwise he wouldn’t be here wanting to know you and pay for your drink and ask you on a proper date, if you’d have him, that is. And you say yes, you would be delighted to go on a proper date. He smiles widely at your response and inside you’re a gushing mix of embarrassment and excitement. You smile back, albeit shyly, and Bucky thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

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He’s the boy you bring home to your mom and dad. They love him, but perhaps that goes without saying. He gets along with them well and it dispels all your worries about what your folks might make of him. It’s when Bucky and your dad are talking in the lounge and you and your mom are in the kitchen does she comment “He’s a fine young man, [Name]” and you blush because you’d known that to be true from the beginning but to hear it confirmed by your mother makes it all the better, and you feel pride well up in your chest.

How did you get so lucky so as to end up with Bucky? You’d asked yourself that since day one, when you’d wake up before him and watch the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he slept, or when you’d be sitting on the couch together and he’d be drawing you, playfully hiding the paper and telling you not to peek until he was done. (Those drawings sit on top of the bedroom drawer, a stack that grows day by day.)

“I wouldn’t let him go if I were you,” your mother continues with a smile, glancing at you before slipping on mitts and grabbing the pot roast from the oven.

“I won’t,” you tell her with a smile of your own, resisting the urge to cover your face with your hands in a combination of bashfulness and joy at her approval. Based on the laughs you can hear from your father where he is in the lounge, you’re sure his opinion isn’t any different. As such, you’re considerably more relaxed for the duration of the dinner, and Bucky’s familiar, easygoing smile is a reminder that you’d never had a reason to worry.

The streets are quiet and the sky is dark when you walk home, but the bars are lively as ever, and the late-night diners, while quiet, still have their fair share of customers. Bucky’s holding your hand and he’s smiling almost subconsciously as he takes in the atmosphere. It’s like a totally different world at this hour and it’s hard not to love.

“You know,” he begins, squeezing your hand once, “I don’t know why you were so nervous earlier. Your folks are great.”

You laugh. “Now that I think more about it, I’m not sure why I was so nervous either.”

Bucky lets go of your hand so he can instead wrap his arm around your shoulders to bring you closer. He kisses your head. “How’d I get so lucky to end up with you?” he mutters into your hair.

You purse your lips to contain your toothy grin, but it doesn’t work. “I ask myself the same thing about you.”

As you pass another pub, Bucky slows down, which slows you down as well because his arm is around you. He listens to the music that filters out the open door, and his eyes light up in recognition of the tone that floats from the jukebox. He slips his arm off your shoulder and takes a step back to hold his hand out to you.

“May I have this dance?” he asks, hopeful smile on his face, the same one he’d had the first time he’d asked you to dance and the nerves were gnawing at him like there was no tomorrow.

The expression in your eyes is fond as you take his hand and he smiles wider, looking victorious, as he gently pulls you to him. The song is upbeat so the two of you are light on your feet as you sway. You laugh when he twirls you around, your dress fluttering with the motion, and when he pulls you back against him he bends down to grace you with a soft kiss. It’s so tender and innocent it makes you giggle, and you can’t believe he has the ability to make you feel like a young girl getting kissed for the first time, sheepish and bashful as you get.

The light that floods out from the bar windows is all that illuminates you both. The air is cold and some people inside have noticed you, but all of that is easy to ignore, so caught up in each other as you are, dancing on an empty sidewalk. You can’t help but think that this is the stuff they write about in books.

———

Your dress is somewhere in the hallway and Bucky’s fingers dig into the soft skin of your thighs as he carries you. He plops you down on the bed and is on you again in an instant. You pull him closer by both ends of the undone tie still around his neck and capture his lips in another kiss. It’s in practically record time that your bra and panties have been removed and tossed somewhere off to the side, and when his fingers slide over your pussy, feeling how wet you are, your hips buck up and you whimper, aching for more contact.

Bucky’s smirking but it promptly gets wiped off his face when you reach down to palm him through his pants, as he’s still fully dressed. His lips leave yours to trail kisses along your jaw, biting at the tender skin as he basks in your moans and in your mewls. He circles your clit lightly.

“More,” you manage to gasp out, voice rife with desperation. Bucky lifts his head and kisses you quickly.

“Why don’t we try a little something different tonight?” he suggests, lips brushing against yours.

Your eyes are hazy as you look up at him and he barely suppresses a groan at the sight. “Like what?” Your chest is heaving as you try to even out your breathing in this momentary pause.

Bucky doesn’t answer, just rolls off of you and onto his back. You sit up and turn back to look at him in confusion. He licks his lips. “Take a seat, doll.”

Your cheeks heat up at the implication of the statement as you catch on right away, and you’re hesitant, but it’s hard to disregard the throbbing between your legs as you try to squeeze your thighs together to alleviate it, to no success. You crawl over to him and that easy smirk is back on his face as you settle down, one leg on either side of his head as you lower yourself onto his mouth.

His arms hook around your thighs the same moment his tongue makes contact with your sex, because as predicted, you buck your hips and his arms are what keep you in place. Your eyes shut tightly and you can focus on nothing else but how good he is with his mouth, eating you out with fervor. One of your hands goes to the headboard to support yourself, and the fingers of the other tangle in his raven locks, tugging gently. He groans and the vibration elicits another moan from you.

You’re rolling your hips as he fucks you with his tongue. As he buries his mouth against you, his nose nudges your clit, and you grind down harder for more friction because you’re close and he can’t stop now, not when you’re teetering so close to the edge.

“Please please please,” you beg in a harsh whisper, almost crying because you want nothing more than to cum. Bucky’s arms hold onto you tighter now as he feels you tensing up. When your orgasm finally hits, a high-pitched moan escapes you, and you swear some tears do spill from the corners of your eyes from the sheer force of your climax. Your thighs are shaking but Bucky keeps his arms where they are, working you through it.

When you’ve come down from it for the most part, Bucky’s tongue has slowed, taking on a lazier pace. You’re panting heavily, but when he sucks on your clit you whimper and lift your hips to get away, much too sensitive for anymore. He loosens his grip on your thighs and you flop down on the mattress, watching through cloudy eyes as he wipes at his mouth.

“Hope you don’t think that was it, sweetheart,” he tells you. The intention in his eyes is far from innocent as he looks at you, almost like a wolf. He looks incredibly satisfied with the state he’s got you in, and his grin is boyish and charming. With a smile as sweet as that, once upon a time you could’ve never imagined he’d act anything like this in the bedroom. But they do say life is full of surprises, and, as such, you smile back easily, already eager for more.

There’s something about James Buchanan Barnes.

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