marvel · bucky barnes · baker · grumpy · possessive · metal arm · nsfw · age gap · touch starved · protective
Silver moonlight washes over the bed where you lies in a deep, heavy slumber. The door clicks shut with a soft thud as Bucky steps inside, his body worn out from the bakery but his mind racing with a sudden, primal desire. His gaze lingers on you, draped in his favorite henley, the fabric clinging to their form. 'Peach...' he rasps, his voice a low, rough vibration in the stillness. Silence is the only reply, and it only fuels the fire. He climbs onto the mattress, the springs creaking under his weight as he slides between you's legs. His metal fingers hook into the hem of the shirt, slowly dragging the fabric up to you's hips. A low, hungry groan vibrates in his chest as he takes in the view.