November 3rd, 2026

He was never a reader, not really. He'd read the classics, he'd been a big fan of The Hobbit when it originally was printed, but to just read all the time? No, he couldn't say it was a common pass time of his.

Wanda was a major book worm. She said it helped her sooth, helped her decompress. If anything, it took her away from him, and he wasn't a fan.

Being in her presence was his way of soothing. Hearing her sigh underneath him was how he decompressed.

Her favorite were sappy romance novels, the kind that had half naked men with ripped abdomens on the front, a skinny blonde in their arms or hanging off of them. Bucky couldn't understand the appeal, not when they had their own romance.

Last week, he'd bought her a bouquet of daisies. Nothing insane, just a little gesture to brighten her day. Girls in the 40's had always loved flowers, and Wanda was really no different. She'd blown him in the closet as he'd been trying to choose his attire after she'd put the flowers in a vase.

Now she was propped up at the kitchen table, her book flat and open on the surface as she leaned over, her hair draped over one shoulder. He wanted to kiss her.

Placing a hand gingerly on her back, he dipped his head, brushing his lips against her temple. She murmured in response, hand on the center fold of the page, eyes unmoving.

"Hi."

"Hi." She replies, and gives his hand a squeeze, but doesn't look up.

"Wanda?"

No answer.

He nods, understanding she's preoccupied. Pulling out the chair, he sits down, propping his chin up to wait.

And he waits.

He drums his fingers, watching her. She flips a page.

How long had it been since he first attempted at an interruption?

More time passes.

For fucks sake.

It can't be that interesting, can it?

She's so pretty when she's intent.

How on earth is she still so focused.

He's hungry, bored and desperate for her. Standing, he begins opening cabinets and drawers banging them shut not so gently. He sees her stir, her hand dropping from the book to drum on its edges and he grins triumphantly.

Continuing his noise, he finally settles on the peanut butter, removing the lid and letting it clatter to the counter top. Her shoulders twitch, and she sighs lightly, scooting back in her chair before waltzing over to the sofa, plopping down. She's further from the kitchen, therefore further from the noise.

He groans in frustration, scoops some of the peanut butter and takes a bite. He'd rather be eating her, making her thighs tremble, and he slams the jar down before following in her wake.

He sits on his haunches in front of her.

Book open on her lap, she's wearing one of his night shirts. Hair loose and unbrushed, it covers her neck and shoulders, whips falling into her face. She's got fuzzy socks on her feet, her butt and thighs hidden beneath the tee.

He's looking at home.

"Sweetheart." He mummers, calling her by her favorite nickname. Her eyes flick to his and he has her within reach. His flesh hand holds her knee, nudging it apart from the other, eyes looking down.

Wandas wearing her silk panties. They're ruby red, with a black little bow in the middle.

His cock jumps in excitement, and he swallows.

She's watching him, the book open on her lap but long forgot. Green eyes peering onto his face, the corners of her mouth turning up.

Her leg moves, spreading wider, and she moves so that the tee rides up. Creamy skin is covered by red, her hips opening like a flower, waiting for him to pick her. He looks between her panties and her eyes, both of them mesmerizing.

"Is there something you need, Buck?" She asks innocently, like she is bewitching him. Like he isn't about to beg her to let him touch her.

"Just you." His voice is hoarse, needy, and he should be embarrassed. He is embarrassed, but then she leans forward, tucking his hair behind his ear as her foot moves, pressing into his length, and his mind is fuzzy.

Slowly, her foot moves against him, palming him, and he inhales sharply. She smiles at his reaction, kisses his nose and leans back, her foot dropping.

"Can I taste you?" He asks helplessly, hands skimming up her knees to her thighs to her hips, kneading the flesh. She cocks her head to the side, closing her book.

"I don't know..." she teases, shrugging, but she's smiling so wide he knows she'll give in. It's his turn to play his hand, and he cocks an eyebrow.

Pushing back onto his knees, his hands begin rubbing her skin. He places a kiss on her knee, his scruff brushing her skin, then moves his mouth to her inner knee, and gives it a kitten lick.

He doesn't have to look up to know she's starring.

Since her thighs are already spread, Bucky begins his slow crawl up her inner thigh, pulling her closer to the edge of the couch. He licks slowly, her skin soft against his tongue, and puts her legs over his shoulders.

"Ah." She hums. It's one word, but it's all the confirmation he needs to know he's winning.

Catching her eye, he smiles as he places a kiss to her inner thigh, his nose brushing the silk of her panties. Her mouth is open, and he holds her eyes as he bends down, giving an open mouth kiss to her covered cunt.

Wanda forgets she isn't the only dominate one.

He won't rush this, his kiss soft against her. She's been teasing him for days, sending him risqué photos when they're apart, dressing in less-than-there clothing when they go out.

They'd formed a habit of taking walks. The fresh air did them well, but when her sports bra had a V-neck, he found it hard to focus on the walking.

His actions are slow, and she's getting antsy, her chest rising and falling quickly, goosebumps gracing her legs. Placing his mouth over her again, he presses his tongue into the silk, can feel her beneath the thin material, and she tenses.

"Buck."

His eyes flit to hers, and she's panting. He lifts his head slightly, jaw slack, and she's burning with want. Diving back down, he repeats his actions, harsher, and she lets out a low moan, eyes falling shut.

He pulls back and leans up slightly, kissing the crease of her. "If I could die in-between these thighs, I'd be a happy man."

"You'd be a lucky man," she retorts, her eyes hooded. "Come here."

"Ask nicely, ma'am." He teases, and the look she gives him makes his cock stir.

Sitting up, she removes her legs from around his neck, balancing on the edge of the couch on her knees so that they're chest to chest. Her hands snake up his chest, fingers curling in his collar. She pulls him to her, searing his mouth with hers. Pulling away, her lips are moist. "Please, kiss me here."

As she speaks, she grips his wrist, and places his hand between her legs. Emeralds pierce into him, pleading, and he pushes the fabric aside. She's slick against his fingers and he groans.

He knows she's had enough, and she asked so nicely. He stands, grabbing her and tossing her over his shoulder. She screams, before laughing wildly as he walks them to the kitchen. Placing her on the dinner table, he shoves her back against the surface, standing between her dangling legs as he removes his shirt.

Wanda bites her lip, spreading her legs happily, and his hand goes to the waist band of her underwear. He pauses, earning him a wail of discomfort.

"Please," she asks, nodding rapidly. "You're so close, please." He pulls the silk off in one felt swoop, dropping it on the table next to her, before going to his knees.

"Best meal in the world." He whispers, his breath fanning her core and she shifts. Placing her legs over his shoulder, he kisses her thigh. Wanda lifts her head, annoyance lacing her features, and she opens her mouth to tell him off.

All words die in her throat as he gives her a flat, slow lick.

Her head hits the table, the sound harsh and he repeats his actions. Her legs are shaking, drooping down his back and she's sweeter than any fruit.

Bucky pauses, peeking up at her. Her eyes are closed, chest heaving with a blush creeping up her neck.

He's done being slow. Yanking his jeans down, he rubs her clit once, twice, pushing the t-shirt up to expose those glorious tits of hers, and her back arches. He strokes himself, his other hand still on her bundle of nerves, and she moans, her voice hoarse.

"I need you," she whispers, and he bends down over her, his hand balancing his weight by her face. "Don't tease."

He's enjoying this more than he should. With a single grunt, he slides in, up to the hilt. Her nails scrape against the table, against his arms and chest, and her legs are shaking as he thrusts in and out.

The table creeks against the floor, the sound of skin on skin echoing around his apartment.

It's nothing but bliss, and she stares up at him, a thoroughly-fucked smile on her face, emerald eyes shining in aw, in satisfaction.

He could get lost in those eyes.

His hips are fast, and she's moaning, hands reaching for him. He bends down and claims her lips, their saliva mixing, and when she bites his tongue his cock twitches inside her.

He comes not long after, always weak when it came to her pristine cunt.

"Read to me?" He sighs, his cheek pressed against her thigh as they come down from their high. They had migrated back to the couch, settling in as Wanda picked up the nearly forgotten novel.

Flipping open the book, her eyes scan quickly. Her lips are plump, red from pressing into his, and he reaches up, his thumb brushing over them. She smiles against his digits, holding the book above his face.

"Have you ever heard of You?" Wanda asks, and Bucky gives her an odd look. She rolls her eyes. "The book. And the show actually. But the book is way better."

"You..?"

She flips a page. "Yes. It's about this guy, Joe. He loves this writing student, and he's willing to do like, anything for her. But she doesn't love him back, not really. And then in book two, he meets a new girl, Love."

"Her names Love?" Bucky interjects, and Wanda nods. "What is with the titles in this book."

"Books," Wanda corrects. "Anyways Love loves Joe, even thought she finds out some dark stuff about him. She loves him no matter what."

Bucky crosses his fingers on his lap, intrigued and content by her voice. "Interesting."

Wanda clears her throat, eyes on the page. She begins reading, her voice light, fingers rubbing his hairline, and his eyes drift closed.

He wakes slightly when he feels a drop of water on his cheek. He looks up, and Wandas eyes are red. She's still reading, but her voice is wobbly.

"'It would be nice to have something alive to hold on to right now, something to love me, something with a beating heart that I can feel...something to be with me as I sit here, in hell, trying to figure it out.'" She sighs lowly, unaware he's awake and watching her.

"Whats wrong hun?" He asks, sitting up. She snaps the book shut, sniffling, and can't meet his eyes. She says nothing, and he reaches out, pulling her to him. She smells so good, his scent still strong on her skin, and he presses a kiss to her temple.

"Just a sad chapter." She mumbles, curling into him.

"Mmm," he hums, his fingers brushing her arm.

They fall asleep, the book faced up on its spine, waiting for her to finish it.