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as you sit in front of the tv on the couch, you surround yourself with scrunchies and tuck your rattail comb into your ponytail.
“hey y/n, whatcha doing?” bucky asks, sauntering into the living room. he was making you both a snack and some tea to drink while watching 10 things i hate about you.
“i’m gonna take my twists out. it’s been about a week.” bucky kisses you lightly on your shoulder and sets your plate with cookies and sliced fruit next to you.
“i remember when you did it.”
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“james, my arms hurttttt.” you whine, leaning your head back against the edge of the couch.
“i know baby but you’re almost done and your hair looks amazing.” bucky leans forward, separating his back from your headboard and pecking your lips upside down.
“one more so i can finish.” bucky laughs then kisses you a little bit harder, holding your cheeks. you can feel the light scruff from his chin against your face and it brings you comfort.
“thank you.” you mutter. bucky smiles and leans back in the bed, going back to reading, and gives you a cheeky ‘mhm, get to work y/n.’
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“do you think you’re gonna leave it out doll?” you shrug and bucky scoots his way behind you on the couch, lifting you so you could sit between his legs.
bucky was already a large man in comparison to everyone else but with you, he was just your big teddy bear. he was wearing the flannel pj’s you had gotten him and he wore them every chance he got. you leaned back against his chest and he gently rubbed your shoulders.
“i might. it depends on how it looks when i finish. sometimes it comes out good and other times it comes out so-so.”
“either way, its going to look beautiful, y/n.” bucky murmurs against your neck. you laugh and lean forward as you take out another twist.
“james, stop it. i won’t be able to concentrate with you doing that.”
you can feel his slightly warm breath against your skin and he murmurs, “what if that was the plan?”
you shake your head and roll your eyes. “i don’t know how anyone could be scared of you. you’re a big goofball.”
bucky leans back, faking apallment as you turn your head to look at him. “me? a goofball? your honor y/n, i disagree.”
you laugh yet again and peck bucky on the nose. “you may have a vibranium arm and super soldier serum running through your veins but you’ll always be my loverboy from the 40’s, buck.”
“doll, i wouldn’t have been the man i was in the 40’s if you existed then.” you feel a warmth come to your cheeks and you turn your attention back to the screen.
slowly but surely, you made progress on your hair. bucky kept you company, feeding you cookies and fruit as you attempted to make your way from the back of your head to the front. closer to the end of the movie when kat and patrick get into an argument about him being paid to take her out, you feel your arms start to get a little tired. bucky rubs your shoulders and you roll your head to the side, closing your eyes.
“how’re you doing doll?” he asks, gently kneading into the muscles in your upper back.
“okay. my arms are just tired and i wanna take a break.” bucky gently presses his lips to your neck and you let out a light sigh, letting your eyes stay closed.
“if you wanna take a minute and let your arms rest, i can take the rest of them out for you.”
you turn around and look bucky in the eyes. “really?”
he nods and bites his lower lip, looking you in the eye. “mhm. i know how to do it.”
you smile as you look up at bucky. “you are the most amazing human being, did you know that?”
he laughs and replies, “so i’m not an amazing boyfriend?”
you laugh as he presses his lips to yours and you manage to mutter, “you’re the best boyfriend.”
“yay.” he replies, lightly pulling your chin up so you didn’t have your neck at an awkward angle.
after kissing softly for a little bit, you turn your attention back to the movie. bucky gently pulls you against his chest and you sit up a little bit so he can comfortably take your hair out. his fingers gently pull the next twist down from the hair tie you had them pulled up in and starts untwisting your hair.
“is this okay?” he asks.
“mhm.” you mutter, relaxing and picking up a strawberry from the plate.
“mkay. lemme know if i pull your hair?”
“m’kay.” you respond, watching as kat and her dad talk about her leaving for college.
slowly takes out the rest of your twists, careful not to cross hairs and making sure to follow the parts that you made when you did your hair. as he made his way to the front of your head, he gently shifts himself to face you as the credits of the movie roll. your eyes follow his hands as he uncoils your hair. you observe the veins in his hands as they become more prominent with every move of bucky’s fingers.
and people say he can’t be gentle. you think.
you look closely into his eyes and observe how they move back and forth as he continues to untwist your hair. bucky’s eyes have always been a striking blue. now that he was focused on something else, you could look into them without feeling overwhelmed by just how blue they are. in his concentration, bucky’s forehead was creased, his eyebrows pushed together, and his lips are pursed together in a thin line.
you take your hand and gently brush it along his forehead and lips, pressing into the wrinkles a little so he would remember to untense.
“relax your face, buck. you’re doing great i promise.”
he smiles down at you and says, “thank you doll. i’m on the last one.” he finishes untwisting relatively quickly and you scoot from between his legs so he can wash his hands and get the hair product off of them. you follow behind him and stand at the kitchen sink, giving him some soap.
you run the water for a second and put your hands under it for a second to sud up your hands. as you rub your hands together, bucky loops his fingers through yours and leans into your back.
“your hair smells nice.”
you laugh and reply, “thank you. I just hate that every time i touch it i can feel the left over product.” bucky chuckles and directs both of your hands under the water, rinsing them off.
“that means that your hair is moisturized.”
you nod and reply, “that’s true.” you dry off your hands and head back into the living room, grabbing your and james’ mugs and plates. he takes them from you and you stand in comfortable quiet, waiting with the dish towel to dry them after he washed them.
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“y/n, have i ever told you how beautiful you are?” bucky asks as both of you get ready for bed.
you smile at him through the mirror as you finish putting on lotion and look for a scrunchie to pull your hair up. “every day buck. and you are my handsome soldier that fought in world war 2 just to get to me.”
he walks over and puts his arms on the counter on either side of you. you turn to face him and take in how he looks. he’s wearing a white tee and boxers, his thighs and ample muscles filling the fabric well.
he smells like fresh linen, clean from his recent shower and his hair is still a little wet.
“thank you.” he mutters, looking down at your lips before pressing his lips to yours.
you smile and rest your arms over his shoulders, nails barely grazing his back. bucky moves his hands from the counter to your waist, trailing his hands under your nightgown. the contrast in temperatures from his metal hand to his flesh one is a comfort, knowing even when your eyes were closed, it was bucky.
you kiss him deeper, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him closer. you drag your fingers from the back of his neck up a little, pulling on the hair close to the nape of his neck. bucky moans against your mouth and you feel every possible lustful feeling shoot straight from your brain to your cunt. bucky moves his hands to push you closer to him and you tighten your legs around his waist as he picked you up off the counter. he makes sure to keep you against him with one arm as he flicks off the bathroom light.
he walks you back into your bedroom and lays you on the bed. when his lips leave yours, you whine in response and try to pull him back against you. he moves his face back from yours and you can see his pupils are blown with arousal. he’s still laying directly over your cunt and as he leans down to pull your chin with his thumb, you can feel his hard-on through his boxers. your eyes shut as his dick presses against your center.
“relax, doll. i promise you’ll be taken care of.” he mutters before kissing you again.
you can’t help but moan into the kiss as he continues to move against you. you separate for a moment to pull off the thin nightgown you were wearing and bucky pulls off his t-shirt, leaving you both in your undies. your light blue undies weren’t doing anything to hide your arousal.
as soon as that man stood in front of you in the bathroom, you were a goner.
you scoot back against the headboard as bucky starts to leave sloppy kisses down your collarbone. your hips lift as he kisses over your breasts, gently tugging on the nipples with his teeth and you bite your lower lip, giving in to your senses. “shit, i need a scrunchie.” you say suddenly, sitting up. bucky presses his metal hand against your stomach, pressing you back down into the mattress. “no you don’t.” he says against the area directly under your belly button.
you press your head back into the mattress and pull a pillow over your face as he kissed over your clit through your undies. as your hips raise, he presses you back against the bed and pulls your underwear down your legs, probably throwing them somewhere in your room. as he attaches his mouth to your clit, you moan into your pillow loudly and bucky tugs the pillow away from your face.
“lemme hear those pretty moans, doll.” you can’t help but squeeze your eyes together harder as he talked against your center.
“f-fuck bucky, i can’t. i can’t.” you say, squirming to the side as he changed from licking your clit in circles from left to right. “buck, stop teasing.” you whine as he slowly licks down your opening. he pulls his mouth away and you look down at him, his lips glistening from a combination of your wetness and his saliva.
“You taste heavenly doll. my angel with her soft, curly, natural hair.” you feel yourself leak onto the sheets as bucky talks about you. you all but leap onto him, switching places. you kiss him like there’s no tomorrow as his hands move you over his crotch. “do you feel what you do to me, y/n? this is all because of you doll.” he says against your mouth.
you move your hips over his boxers, eager to feel the sweet release of the orgasm you were on the peak of until you opened your mouth and told bucky to stop teasing. “do you want me to finish what i started doll?” he asks, taking off his boxers and pulling them off his legs.
you let out a breathy moan as you feel him slide against your folds. “s-shit, yes. but i want your mouth on me.”
bucky chuckles as he flips you back over, instantly moving down the bed to reattach his mouth to your clit. “all you had to do was ask. and since you did it so politely, i will oblige.” you moan loudly as bucky moves your clit in a circle, slowly warming you back up to where you were a few minutes ago. gradually, bucky switches from his mouth to his fingers, using his thumb to move your clit and his fingers slowly push into you.
he scissors his fingers and your back arches as his middle finger brushes that spot within you that only he can. “fuck, fuck, right there.” bucky chuckles as you close your eyes and you swear you can see stars as they roll to the back of your head. he puts his mouth back on your clit and continues to move his fingers in and out of you. “shit, fuck, bucky i’m gonna come. shit.” you swear you ascend off the bed as bucky pushes you through your orgasm.
you gush over his mouth and bucky takes his sweet time, eating you out, continuing to draw out your orgasm as you moan into the air. you hiss as you get overstimulated but you can’t bear to move away from bucky’s grip over your waist as he holds you to the bed. “fuck!” you yell, feeling yourself let go once more and bucky keeps it up like there’s no tomorrow. “fuck bucky. I can’t. shit, stop, shit.” you feel your legs start to shake and he laughs against your center, leaving a kiss against your clit as he lets you go.
you pull his face up to yours and kiss him, tasting yourself and him on your tongue. bucky tastes like fresh mint in a glass of water. he tastes like everything sweet and good in the world that you love more than life itself. and most of all he tastes like you. he tastes like he belongs to you. because he does. he kisses you back with every fiber in your being and you can’t help but push yourself against him as you fall back into the mattress.
bucky flips you over so you’re on top and as you hold his face, he mutters, “wanna feel you inside me, y/n.” you nod even though he probably can’t see and you feel him start to press up into you.
“shit.” you mutter, moving back and he holds your waist, stopping you from squirming over him.
“doll, do you want me to go slower or faster?” you take a deep breath before taking his dick in your hand. you start to sink yourself down as watch as bucky’s eyes shut. “kiss me.” he mutters, forcing himself to let you fit him at your own pace.
you moan and accidentally clench around him. bucky groans and begs, “please y/n just kiss me. please.” you press your lips against bucky’s and he tightens his grip on your waist as you sink all the way down on him. as your lips move together, you start to move your hips to give bucky some type of relief. and of all the things you’d ever heard, bucky whimpering was something you quite enjoyed.
“fuck, doll. just like that.” he says against your mouth. your hips continue to move at a pace that feels right to you and bucky rotates your hips when you can’t quite reach that spot that only he can. you press your face into his shoulder and try to keep moving your hips as bucky continually hits that spot in you that makes you see stars. “fuck!” he says and you throw your head back in response. as bucky looks up at you, his eyes trace over your face and hair, full in the dim light from the small light you had on from the vanity.
“y/n, you look fucking beautiful.” you look down at bucky with admiration and his metal hand moves up from your waist to your cheek. you keep moving your hips and you falter as bucky hits your g-spot again. “james, please.” you say, resting your hands on his chest. he moves a little faster and just a little deeper and just as he says, “doll, i’m coming.” you feel your own high approaching.
his grip tightens on your waist to the point where you know you’ll bruise and you arch your back as bucky comes into you. “fuck, doll.” you laugh and let your arms give out as you lean forward onto bucky and he kisses your forehead, letting his fingers trail along your back. “i really need a scrunchie now.” you mutter, pushing yourself off of your boyfriend so you can walk into the bathroom. as soon as your legs hit the ground, bucky reaches out to grab you. “y/n, i don’t get why you try and walk after i fuck you. you never can.”
you can’t help but laugh and you press your face into bucky’s chest as he carries you to the bathroom and sits you down on the toilet. he runs a rag under cold water and after you use the bathroom and wipe yourself, you stand at the sink to wash your hands and he bends on one knee, gently wiping your folds.
you hiss as you lean against the counter and grip it so hard your knuckles turn white. “sorry doll.” he says. after he finishes, he stands up and rinses the rag out. you let out a deep breath and grab the scrunchie from the back of the shelf bucky placed it on. you pull your hair up loosely, tying the scarf around the base of your pineapple, and bucky heads back into the room. no doubt to change the sheets and throw your discarded undergarments in the hamper.
he comes back into the bathroom with a new pair of boxers on and another white tee and hands you one of his t-shirts that you accidentally shrank when doing laundry. he helps you step into a new pair of undies and he pulls the shirt over your head. bucky kisses you gently on the forehead and you smile up at him, kissing him on the lips. he wraps his arms around you and carries you back into your room, gently laying you on new and clean sheets.
“good night doll.”
“good night, bucky.” you reply, curling next to him as his arm wraps around you.
you press a gentle kiss to his chest and he kisses you on the lips before letting his body relax. “your hair will always be beautiful to me doll.’ he whispers against your face.
you look up at him and smile, seeing that his eyes are starting to close slowly. “my sleepy sergeant.” you murmur, pressing yourself closer to him and letting out a sigh of relief.