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Summary: You’ve seen Bucky around the compound, but never in a million years did you think that he would be attracted to someone like you. Word Count: 2,595 Warnings: Language, rough explicit sexual content, praise!kink, Bucky talking in Russian because yes, that is a warning in and of itself. Author’s Note: Bucky is pretty forward in this fic. He finds you sexy and he lets you know it. Google Translate was used. Any errors are because of Google. A request was sent in by anon that worked well with this work in process. Could I request a Female Reader/Bucky where Bucky is dirty talking reader in Russian, but Bucky throws in a few sweet/ cute things inbetween all the dirty stuff unaware reader can understand him perfectly?
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The first time you met Bucky Barnes, you were trailing Tony from one meeting to the next, up three flights of stairs, down two, all while wearing four inch heels. It wasn’t that you couldn’t handle it, the multiple flights of stairs, numerous times a day, it was the looks everyone shot you that made you doubt yourself.
You knew those looks all too well, you had seen them every day of your life. They weren’t jealous of you in any way, they felt bad for you because you were a plus size woman. You wore a size twenty-four, your bra size was forty-two DD, your stomach and thighs were soft, jiggling when you jogged, but you worked hard not to let their words pierce through the armor you spent years crafting.
You had just rounded a corner, your eyes on the mobile device in your hand, telling Tony who would be in attendance for the next meeting, when you walked into a brick wall. At least, it felt like a brick wall. That was until an arm was secured around your waist, holding you against a solid chest, a screech caught in your throat, your hands scrambling for purchase.
“I got you, doll,” the brick wall gruffed, his fingers digging into your back, but not painfully.
“I… I’m so- sorry,” you stammered, your heart hammering in your throat. “I wasn’t watching -”
“I wasn’t either,” he interrupted, his ocean-blue eyes cutting right through you.
“Hey, Ice Man,” called Tony. “Get your hands off my intern.”
You planted your feet and found yourself sighing in disappointment when his arm fell away. “Thank you, for, uh, for catching me.”
“Yeah, no problem,” he murmured, his eyes flitting over your face.
“Miss Y/L/N, come on,” Tony insisted, finger tapping his crazy expensive watch.
You gave your rescuer a warm smile before running off to join your boss.
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