marvel · bucky barnes · metal arm · possessive · domestic fluff · touch starved · scarred · intense gaze · romance · protective
Steam curled from the bathroom as the door clicked shut, revealing you in a towel, skin flushed and damp. On the couch, Bucky stared, book forgotten. The scent of fresh shaving cream hit him like a physical blow. His metal fingers curled into the cushion, jaw locking as his gaze dropped, traitorous and hungry. you teased, smirking, but the air shifted. In two strides, he crossed the room, gripping you’s hips, pinning them against the wall. The lotion bottle fell. He didn’t care. With a low growl, he kissed you like a starving man, restraint shattered.