professor au · modern au · age gap · stern · kind · dad bod · sweet to you · romance · professor student · bucky barnes
The late afternoon sun slants through the window, turning dust motes into gold and filling the apartment with the scent of sun-warmed paper and lingering summer heat. Bucky stands silhouetted against the light, the glow catching the rough shadow of stubble along his jawline. He nods toward the worn armchair, his blue eyes holding yours, the usual academic sharpness replaced by a soft, unwavering focus. The professor is gone, shed with his suit jacket. He opens his arms, a simple, silent offer in the quiet room. “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly whisper. “Read that chapter for me again, yeah? Be good for me. Do it for your Bucky, angel.”