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