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Something New Pt. 4

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Reader

Request: The reader is an avid baker and is married to some pos, and bucky is a doctor (or a medical practitioner) and they end up having an affair and yeah idk how you’d want to end it but that’s a start

Warnings: Language, Emotionally (and physically) abusive relationship, talk of (rough) sex, eventual smut.

Parts:

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4 

A/N I know that it has been SO freaking long since I have updated and I am hoping that this makes up for that in some sort of way. 

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It has been 4 days since my little trip to the hospital that resulted in the awkward as fuck conversation between me and Dr. MrDreamy. The conversation that sent me on a downward spiral, wondering how the hell this man who has just entered our small, little community has figured out a secret that everyone else has looked over.

He hasn’t said anything to me about the incident since it happened, but I can still see the way that he looks at me when he orders his cherry scones every morning on his way to work. Even though he doesn’t talk to me about the head injury, he talks to me about other things. Even though I keep telling myself that I dont like this man, I don’t think that I can keep denying to myself how drop-dead gorgeous he is. Or how smart he is. Or how good of a conversationalist he is.

He apparently knows how to get me to babble life a fool whenever he is around, because babble I do. He asks me a simple question with a simple answer, and the next thing I know, we are 20 minutes into a conversation that has spiraled down the rabbit hole and he ends up almost late to work. Which is what is happening now.

“You really are that scared of clowns?” he is leaning onto the counter, both elbows down and his broad shoulders close to me. His face is about six inches from mine and I can smell the subtle hint of a cologne that sends my head swimming. I can see the way that he flexes his jaw, trying not to laugh at me, and I can also see the way that his beard is perfectly groomed and frames his face very well. My husband cant grow a beard to save his life.

“I am not kidding, I was sitting on the floor, sobbing my eyes out for a good 20 minutes,” he laughs at the statement and my automatic reaction is to reach out and smack his arm playfully. I don’t know why I think that is a good idea. There are enough inappropriate thoughts going through my head about those arms without knowing how strong and firm they actually are, but when my hand hurts more than his arm after playfully smacking him, I know that there is a problem. “Holy shit. Why is your arm like a rock?”

This is mistake number one. I am letting myself become more comfortable with him. I am letting him crawl under my skin and into my brain and I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t be giving him the power that I am.

“Oh, you like?” he smirks at me and gives me a small wink, and I can see out of the corner of my eye that he flexes his arm just the tiniest bit, making his already snug shit just a bit tighter. It really is a sight to see. “I work out a bit. You kind of have to stay in shape when you are working in a Brooklyn hospital. Hell, you have to stay in shape just to survive in Brooklyn I feel like,”

This is mistake number two. I am flirting with the new doctor in town, openly, in the middle of my own bakery. Not that I should be flirting with any man that isn’t my husband at all, but I really shouldn’t be doing it in my own establishment. I really shouldn’t be doing it in a place where people who know me and know my husband can see.

“Show off,” I mumble and I watch as he leans in even closer to me. Our faces are so close that our noses are almost touching. He gives me a side smirk that sends my heart pumping faster and I cant help but notice that this is so wrong. This is probably the worst position that we could be in right now. I keep looking from him to the window to make sure that no one is going to come through that door. That would be disastrous.

“You haven’t even begun to see me show off, doll,” his voice drops an octave and his eyes grow serious, and a feeling that I haven’t felt in a really long-time, washes over me. A sort of buzzing rolls through me. It is like every nerve is on high alert and standing on edge, waiting for the next move. “But if you want, I can,” He leans closer and closer until it doesn’t seem like we can get any closer and his breath hits my face and sends a shiver straight down my spine.

No. No Y/N. I take a step back away from him. I let my senses lose the smell of his gorgeous cologne and I shake my head a little to wash away the goosebumps that have risen over my body. You cant do this. You cant become this girl. You have a husband and a life and it might not be the best, but it is yours. And you cant go around kissing totally fuckable guys in the middle of your own establishment. You cant fucking do it. So turn around and go to the kitchen and tell him to leave.

I turn away from him quickly and make straight for the door to the kitchen. I don’t say a word to him and I don’t look back because if I do, I will stop and I will totally kiss the most fuckable man that I have ever seen.

“Y/N,” I hear his deep voice – no. I feel his deep voice from behind me once I get into the kitchen. Thankfully Marie is at school at the moment and it is just me and James in the back of the bakery… alone. Not the best idea. I feel him grab my arm and spin me around and suddenly I am looking up at a man whose eyes have become dark. It has a commanding tone about him. That kind of look frightens me on a man. His hold on my arm doesn’t lessen and he pulls me closer to him, until we are chest to chest. I feel the panic well up inside of me.

I have been in this situation before but at least it is with a man who is a lot smaller than this man’s 6’2” status. It is with a man that would take a bit to overpower me. Not James though. With James, it would be no problem to over power me. To take what he wanted right here and not think twice about it. That is a terrifying thought. He pulls me closer to him again and I feel my anxiety swell. Do I just attract men that want to hurt me? Do I just seem like the type to be submissive to anyone?

“Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathes out and I can feel my heart stop in that moment.

“Wh-what did you say?” time stands still in that moment. He is running a hand up and down my arm, fueling the goosebumps that I already have, and he stops his action to look me dead in the eye.

“Tell me that you don’t want this, and I walk away. We never speak of it again. We go back to me buying cherry scones from you every morning and you being my patient, and nothing else happens. We forget that this whole thing happened,” he puts his hand under my chin and lifts my face up to meet his. His eyes are softer now than they were before. “But I want this,”

That feeling is back in me and thrumming a thousand times harder. He is asking me. He isn’t telling me or commanding me. He isn’t bribing me or manipulating me. He is telling me that he wants something but that if I don’t want it, he wont pursue it any further. The logical side of me tells me that every man should think like this but my past experiences tell me that that logic is not always true.

My reasoning goes completely out the door and suddenly James’ lips are on mine. My arms are snaking around his neck, pulling him closer to me while simultaneously getting to run my fingers through the hair that I have been dying to touch since I met the man.

He puts his hands on my hips and pulls my hips into his and I finally can place the feeling that is welling up inside of me. It is excitement. It is attraction. Lust. Something that I haven’t felt in a really long time. A feeling that I haven’t been able to express because no one has given a fuck about how I feel for a really long time. I can feel his attraction to me as well and it only spurs me on.

I am doing this. I am really cheating on my husband right now. I am really doing it.

James puts a hand at the nape of my neck and brushes his hands through my hair and I cant help but to moan a little bit. He pulls away from the kiss only to give me a small smirk before pulling my hair gently to get me to tilt my head back. Suddenly he is at my neck, kissing and sucking. The feeling is euphoric. I never thought that I would be able to feel pleasure from a man’s touch again, and now look at where we are.

“Don’t give me a hickey or you are dead, Dr. Barnes,” I am pretty much a puddle at this point in time. Putty in the Doctor’s hands.

“Call me bucky, babygirl,” the feel of his hot breath on my wet skin is something out of this world. The way his stubble brushes against my collar bone sends my body on edge. And the pet name? Lord have mercy, he could get me to cum by just talking like that.

“You know that this is a horrible thing that we are doing, right?” I mumble to him, running both of my hands through his hair as he continues to kiss at my neck and collar bone. He takes special care to never stay in one place too long and I can feel his hands roam over the rest of my body as his tongue continues to explore my neck and jaw.

“You wanna know why I don’t care?” he stops what he is doing and leans back away from me, one hand on the side of my face and the other one rubbing the bare skin of my side. He is giving me that smirk again that is anything but good news. “I don’t care because I know I can make you feel 1000x better than he can,” he kisses me hard and deep again and then pulls back, and like a horny little teenager, I follow his lips, silently asking for more. “And I can look 1000x better while doing it,”

“Well, at least I know that you are humble, Bucky,” the nickname is a little weird on my tongue but the way that his hand grips my waist tighter and he pulls me impossibly closer to him tells me that he rather quite likes the name. His face comes to hover over mine, his lips centimeters from me.

I want him to kiss me again. I want it so badly. I want it more than I have wanted anything for the past three years. You would think that I haven’t had sex in years with the way that my chest rises and falls rapidly and the undeniable twist in my stomach begins. But honestly, Andrew and I had had sex only mere hours after I had gotten home from the hospital.

“Tell me something,” he leans back and I want to pout, but I am too wrapped up in the moment. I just need him to keep touching me. I need him to kiss me and to make me forget myself and my life and the problems that I have. How can this man do this to me?

“What do you wanna know?” I close my eyes and lean my head back, letting the emotions flood my veins. I revel in the feelings. I revel in the fact that my body can still feel this way? I had thought that the possibility for these thoughts and feelings had gone away long ago.

“You are 22, right?” he is gently kissing my jaw again and I just nod my head at the question. I don’t know old this man is, but I know that he is older than me by at least a few years. He breathes against my neck again. “Why did you get married so young?” I open my eyes to look straight at him and I can see that the question is being asked by a serious man who wants a serious answer. So much for making me forget about my life.

“Really, youre gonna ask me that now? When you have me pressed up against the counter in the back of my bakery, kissing and touching all over me?” he takes his hands off of me and steps away and I can feel the screaming in my stomach. I sigh. The man basically tells me he wants to fuck me and then he wants to know my whole life story. ”I don’t know why I thought to get married at such a young age. I think it was cause my grandparents got married when they were 19 and they were happy their whole lives. They were the epitome of love and I think that I naïve little me just wanted something like that. Happy?” he gives me a level stare and I begin to tap my fingers impatiently.

“So… I was right, wasn’t I?” he speaks again and I can feel the irritation growing within me. I grab his hands with my own and yank him towards me, putting his hands on my hips and making it so that his face is so close to mine again.

“Can you please just shut the fuck up and kiss me, again? We can talk about this shit later if that is really want you want. But right now? I am a bit needy and I am an impatient person,” he pulls his hand up from my hip to run through my hair and then pulls me to him again.

“Yes ma’am,” is all he says and then he is kissing me again.

I could get used to this real quick.

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