Summary: Your boyfriend can be a diva sometimes.
Pairing: Biker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: language, a pouting Bucky (that’s a warning and you all know it), jealous Bucky, fluff, tension, dirty talk, mentions of sex, cuddling & snuggling, soft biker Bucky, your boss is an ass and treats Bucky badly
He leans against the reception desk, eyes glued to your face while you walk toward your boyfriend. He lifts his eyes, that familiar pout on his lips before he drops his gaze.
“Bucky, what are you doing here? I thought we wanted to meet up tomorrow. What about your trip with Steve?” you ask while nodding at the receptionist and security guard behind Bucky’s back to signalize you know him. “How about we go to my office?”
“They didn’t want to let me pass, doll. I tried to explain you are my girlfriend and that I want to pick you up for lunch, but that gorilla behind me tried to push me to the ground. Had to tackle him,” he flexes his metal hand, eyes drifting toward your boss stand behind your back. “That asshat called me a dirty biker, dared to say he doesn’t believe I’m your boyfriend, and called gorilla boy to handle me.”
“Aw, my poor Bucky got his ass handle by Jerry. You know, he’s tall and bulky but a nice guy,” you cup his cheek to run your thumb over his scruffy cheek. “Let’s go to my office and you can tell me all the bad things my boss said to you, Bucky. I can check on you for injuries too.”
“Y/N, that’s not funny,” Bucky grumbles, still that irresistible pout on his lips. His eyelashes flutter when he looks down at his gloved hand. “They think I’m not good enough for a woman like you. Maybe you think the same.”
“Baby,” you cup his face with both hands, ignore your boss, the receptionist, the security dude, and anyone passing by watches you crush your lips onto Bucky’s.
He’s taken aback but eagerly kisses you back when you push your tongue past his lips to explore his mouth. His hands grip your ass, force a moan to slip out of your mouth.
“You are better than any guy I ever had, Bucky. I want to be with you, not some random douche wearing a tie and suit from nine to five, baby. I think, tonight I will remind you how good you make me feel and how much—” you lean closer to whisper in his ear, “I love your thick cock inside of me.”
“Baby doll,” Bucky whines, hands groping your ass roughly, “can we not skip work and get to the good part? How long for you to come home?”
“I have to check on a few contracts, Buck,” you sigh, but there is no time to do naughty things. “Come to my office, Bucky and we can talk about tonight.”
“I hate your boss,” following you like a puppy Bucky balls his hands into fists, glaring at your boss the moment he passes him by. “Everyone seems to hate me at your company. Especially your boss, that douche.”
“Bucky,” you take his hand to squeeze it tightly, “I don’t care what they think about you, me, and our relationship. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, doll,” he says, still, self-doubts plague his mind. What if you wake one day and decide Bucky is not the man you want to spend your life with? “It’s just—”
“Go inside, baby,” pecking Bucky’s cheek you sigh deeply. The usual cocky biker seems to be unsure about how to act around you out of a sudden. “Forget my boss, okay.”
“How could I?” your boyfriend grumbles as he walks into your office. He looks around, shaking his head. You are an important wheel in the machinery of your boss’s company, not a simple guy like him, barely coming around. “Look at your office, it’s bigger than my apartment.”
“That’s not true,” you stand in front of Bucky to place your hands onto his chest. “I’m not with you for money, reputation, or shit. Y/N Y/L/N, the girl loving you with all her heart wants to be with you as she lost her heart to you. I love the way you look at me or how you hold me in your arms. There are so many things I love about you I lost count, Buck.”
“…and my big dick,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “Do not forget about dirty Bucky, baby doll. I know you love and adore him.”
“Dirty Bucky, huh?” you smirk at Bucky, remembering the last night and the way he took you apart with his fingers and later, his cock. “I love dirty Bucky too, baby…very much.” He chuckles now, features soften and shoulders relaxing. “I must finish work, but we can go for lunch, and I will take the rest of the day off.”
“Really?” he asks. “We can take the day off and just do whatever we want to do?” you love how his eyes light up. “Alright, I’ll sit over there and wait for you to finish your work.”
“Hmm…you’re such a good boy, Bucky,” he makes an odd noise when you cup the back of his neck to kiss him deeply. “I think you deserve some love tonight.”
“Some love you say,” Bucky is back to his cocky self. He grips your hips to bring you against his chest. “Oh—I will give you so much love tonight you will walk funny tomorrow. Your boss will wonder what happened to you and you will say, my boyfriend, fucked me thoroughly and hard.”
“Mr. Barnes, how can you say things like that?” you feign innocence, batting your eyelashes. “I would never let anyone fuck me hard—”
“Dirty girl,” he cups your face to kiss you greedily. “I will do you hard tonight. There will be no muscle I will not stretch, babe.”
“Later, Mr. Barnes,” you jerk your head toward the comfy couch at your office. “Get comfortable and I’ll finish my work.”
“Okay, Ms. Y/L/N,” Bucky falls onto your couch, cracking his neck. For a while he watches you do your work but then he lies on the couch, eyes fluttering shut.
You know he must be tired. Bucky was working more shifts at the service station and his friend’s motorbike shop to make more money.
“All done for today?” your boss sneers, “Did your boyfriend not distract you? I must say, I never imagined you would stoop so low and go out with this cretin. A woman like you should go for someone like…”
“You?” you angrily clench your jaw, close to attacking your boss. “I will tell you this only once. A woman like me would never even consider going out with a guy like you. I love my boyfriend and I will not let you talk low about him ever again.”
“He’s just a phase, Y/N. A dangerous biker, wearing leather and with dirty hands. You want to test it all out. I know you can’t love someone like him,” no one would believe you backhand the man you always admired, but you do.
“Fuck you!” you growl. “I love Bucky. You know what, this job was just a phase. I should’ve accepted Stark’s offer to work for him months ago and now, I got a reason to do so. I quit, and to make my point clear. If you do not let me go today, I will sue you for sexual harassment.”
“Babe?” Bucky jolts up on the couch when you slam the door to your office shut. “Uh—you look angry. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, but my boss did. Help me pack my things,” you run your hand over Bucky’s head to fix his messed-up hair whilst you try to calm your racing heart. “I quit.”
“Whoa…he must’ve messed up big time,” while you walk toward your desk to put your belongings into a box, Bucky slowly gets up from the couch. “Do I have to break his jaw?”
“I already did the job,” you grin up at Bucky. “But thanks for the offer. I backhanded that bastard and quit. Tony offered me an even better job a few weeks ago. I bet Steve can talk him into giving me the job, even though, I refused to take it before.”
“Stevie will make a few calls, baby doll,” Bucky helps you pack your things, worriedly watching you throw your phone and a stapler into the box. “Babe, if you need a few days to calm, we could drive to that old cabin my old man built.”
“No! All I want is to get out of here and forget I wasted six years on this company. My boss is a prick and I hate to admit I looked the other way too often. Just like today. You told me he treated you badly and I made a stupid joke.”
“It’s fine, baby doll,” pecking your hair Bucky sighs against you. “We all make mistakes, Y/N. You couldn’t know he’s a douche and only tries to get into your pants…no panties. You have me to tell you so.”
“Aw, my hero,” you wrap your arms around his neck, just looking up at Bucky for a moment. “I knew you would make sure no other guy tries to get into my pants.”
“I got the job, and we had the best sex ever,” Bucky presses his lips to your neck, sighing when you lean into his touch. He’s the big spoon tonight, holds you gently in his arms and you enjoy every moment.
“I need to tell you something too, Y/N,” he clears his throat, sorting his thoughts for a moment. “Steve and I decided to open a motorbike shop. I spared some money, Steve, too and we are ready to have our own business.”
“Oh, Bucky,” you turn around in his embrace to kiss him softly. “I’m so proud of you, baby. I know this was your dream since you had your first bike.”
“Honestly, I dreamed of it since I was a kid, doll. I—I just want to know if you want me to open it. I would understand if you don’t want me to risk losing my job, my income,” he says, hoping you will be happy for him.
“Baby, I just backhanded my boss, quit my job, and threatened to sue him. I was the one risking our future and my income,” you kiss him again to make sure he knows you will always support him. “If you need help with the numbers, papers, or anything, just tell me so.”
“Bookkeeping…we could need help, in the beginning, doll. We will pay you for it, of course.”
“Well, Mr. Barnes,” you slide your hand over his chest, “if you let dirty Bucky out once in a while, you’ve got yourself a deal…”
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