#clos1kwritingchallenge

[captainamericasbeard]

Date Night

Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word Count: 2k Warnings: Smut. Definite smut. 

A/N: This is for @jupiterbucky ‘s 1k writing challenge. My trope was Neighbors AU. Thank you darlin’ for letting me join in. I hope you like it! 

FRIDAY MORNING

Its 745 and you’re in your bathroom, music blaring and you’re bopping around as you do your hair and makeup. You’re not great at it but you still like to sing along to your favorite band at the top of your lungs. Right on time there comes a bang on the wall over your headboard.

“It’s too fucking early, doll!” Came your neighbor’s groggy voice through your bedroom wall. You pause your music and yell back-

“No it’s not! It's almost 8, you’re going to be late.” A muffled curse and the thump of a body hitting the floor comes from the room next door. You giggle at the thought of your neighbor’s body tangled in bedsheets. Then you blush when you remember he sleeps in his boxer briefs and has the best body you’ve ever seen, a fact you wish you’d never learned. You shake your head free of the mental image and turn your music back on.

You rush around your apartment, searching for a missing shoe, grabbing a half buttered piece of toast, and snatching your keys out of the bowl on the kitchen counter. Right around 8 you fling your door open and turn around to lock it behind you just as your neighbor comes out. You both have toast hanging out of your mouths.

“Mornin’ Buck,” you mumble around your toast as you pull your door closed behind you and lock it.

“Mornin’ doll. How’s it going?” Bucky looks great, as always. He’s dressed simply in jeans and a t-shirt but the sight makes your heart stutter. Bucky has been your neighbor for 2 years now and your crush on him hasn’t faded since the day you met him.

“Can’t complain, it's Friday,” you answer, leaning on your door while Bucky fumbles with his keys.

“Yeah it is! Pizza and a movie tonight?” Bucky asks, confirming your standing Friday night plans.

“Can’t. I’ve got a date,” you say with a slight blush.

“Oh yeah?” Bucky raises his eyebrow. Something flashes in his eyes that you can’t quite place.

“Yeah, just some guy from work.” You shrug your shoulders to let him know you aren’t that invested. Bucky smiles at you as he pockets his keys and there’s a swoop in your stomach. You’d much rather be at pizza night. You both head toward the stairs and start walking down.

Bucky starts walking a little faster than you, glancing at you. Pressing down a smile you speed up to match his pace. Before long you’re both racing down the stairs laughing like the pair of fools you are. Bucky jumps the last 3 steps and declares himself the winner before throwing you a wink and striding out the door. You pause for a second to catch your breath.  Bucky often leaves you breathless.

FRIDAY NIGHT

It’s 745 and you storm into your apartment, throwing your bag onto the counter. You stomp off toward your bedroom and whip your heels at the wall. You strip off your dress and actually stomp on the floor and scream loudly. You sit down on your bed to have a good cry when there’s 3 knocks on your bedroom wall. You wipe your face and knock back 3 times. It’s your signal saying come on over.

You get up and put on leggings and an oversized t-shirt. Just as you’re finishing up your front door swings open and Bucky comes in brandishing a half eaten box of pizza and a case of beer.

“That bad, huh?” Bucky asks sympathetically.

“What an unbelievable dick,” you spit out in answer.

“What happened?” Bucky questions.

“He just assumed he was going to get laid. Got real handsy and real pissed off when I ended the date. Just another asshole. It’s all I can manage to attract it seems.” Tears begin to swim in your eyes as you anger begins to subside.

“Hey, none of that,” Bucky says as he drops the pizza and beer on the counter and scoops you up into a big hug. You sigh and lean into his chest as he rests his chin on the top of your head. “He’s not worth the tears, Y/N.”

You pull back and let Bucky wipe the tears from your cheeks. He moves his hands to the top of your arms, drawing light patterns with his thumbs. The look in his eyes is unreadable.

“I’m not crying over him, I just- It just sucks you know. Why can’t any decent guy be interested in me? What’s wrong with me?” Bucky’s thumbs stop moving against your skin and you can feel his hands trembling. He looks like he’s holding back a river.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Y/N, you’re perfect.” You dip your head and blush. Bucky puts his hand under your chin and lifts your face towards his. “I mean it.” His thumb brushes against your bottom lip and your heart trembles. His hand cups your face while the other hand drops to your lower back. He draws you in close and dips his head down to yours but at the last second you pull back.

“Don't Bucky. Don't kiss me unless you mean it. I can’t handle that.” Tears fall fresh from your eyes and your heart feels like it could fly apart from what comes next. Bucky stares you down and you hold your breath.

“Y/N I have been in love with you since the day I met you. It breaks my heart to see you dating these assholes when I want to show you how you should be treated. You are the most important person in my life and I’m going to kiss you now.” With that Bucky swoops down and captures your lips. You slide your hands up and tangle them in his long brown hair as his hands come down to grip your hips.

It’s the kind of kiss that steals all your breath. It turns from tender to passionate and you grip into Bucky’s hair, holding on for the ride. He wordlessly asks to deepen the kiss and you open up to him with no reservations. Bucky loves you and you’ll never stop kissing him.

Now you’re up against the counter and Bucky’s fingers graze the skin just under the hem of your shirt. A moan rises up in your throat at the contact and Bucky’s hands set fire to the skin along your stomach. You break away from kissing him for a moment and you look deep in his eyes. He looks back at you, asking permission and you nod. He lifts your shirt over your head. He gazes down on you in adoration and you drop your head in embarrassment.

“Like I said, perfect.” His voice is low and it rumbles through your body. He slides his hands up your sides and grazes his thumbs over your erect nipples. Heat floods your core at the touch and you grab him and kiss him again. He kisses down your neck to your breast where he teasingly takes each nipple between his teeth. You moan louder this time, spurning him on. Something in you snaps and you grab at his shirt, longing to run your hands over his hot skin. You get his shirt off and its your turn to stare. You ghost your fingers over his abs. He reaches down and pulls you into a tender kiss.

“What do you want, Y/N?” His grey blue eyes are hooded, his pupils blown out. The sight of him wanting you makes you wet. You part your legs and pull him into you as your back presses against the counter.

“You, Bucky. I want you and I want you right now.” Bucky lifts you up onto the counter and works your leggings off while you tug his sweat pants down. His cock springs out of his underwear and you gasp as you take in the sight. Bucky runs his hands up your thighs and swirls his thumb into your folds and up to your clit.

“God you’re so wet. I can’t wait to get my cock in there.” His voice is husky and his chest is heaving.

“Then what are you waiting for?” You ask as you kiss along his neck and collarbone. Without another word Bucky slides into you with one long stroke and stretches you perfectly. You gasp and dig into his shoulders as you adjust to his length.

“Oh god,” you moan, “fuck me Bucky. Fuck me and don’t stop.” It's all the prompting he needs as he pulls out and sharply thrusts into you again. You both find your rhythm as you lift your hips to meet each thrust he pounds into you. You get lost in the moment, drowning in sloppy kisses as you walls begin to flutter around him. He adjusts his angle and you gasp as your dripping pussy clenches him even tighter.

“Right there, don’t stop.” You mumble obscenities and his name as he pulls you apart. Your orgasm spills over and you cry out his name. He follows right behind hips stuttering and a low growl rumbling through his chest. You slump onto each other while he stays inside you. Bucky lazily kisses the side of your neck and you can’t help giggle.

“What’re you laughing at, darlin’?” Bucky asks with a smirk.

“I love you too in case you were wondering.” Bucky answers with a rumbling laugh that makes your heart swoop. You want to be the one to make him laugh like that forever. Bucky peppers you with kisses and presses his forehead to yours.

“How about that movie date now?” He asks.

“That sounds excellent,” You reply. Bucky slides out of you and you already miss the feeling of him filling you up. He hitches up his low slung grey sweatpants and you decide he looks perfect just like that. You hop down and grab his shirt to throw on you.

“Um, what am I supposed to wear, doll?” Bucky says with a quirked eyebrow.

“I think you look fine just like that,” you smirk back. With a mischievous look Bucky bends down and grabs your leggings, holding them up over his head.

“Fine, if I don’t get a top, you don’t get bottoms.”

“Fine by me,” You say as you saunter off to the bedroom for a fresh pair of panties, your bare asscheeks peeking out from the end of Bucky’s t-shirt. You hear him groan at the sight.

You come back to the living room and Bucky is sat on the couch browsing through Netflix.

“Well the pizza is cold and the beer is warm so do you wanna-“ He stops mid sentence as he looks over his shoulder at you standing in the middle of the kitchen munching on your favorite snack. You stop chewing as he stares at you.

“What?” You mumble around your food. Your cheeks flush as he continues to look at you with total adoration.

“Its just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes. I’ve actually dreamed about this.” You put your snack down on the counter and walk over to the couch. Sitting down next to Bucky you lean over and lay on his chest, tucking your feet under your body. He wraps his arm around you and you drape your arm over his frame.

“And I’ve dreamed about this,” you say as you nuzzle deeper into him.