If you had told your younger self that you’d be sneaking away to hook up with your professor in a college supply closet, you would have laughed in disbelief. Yet here you are now, with Professor Barnes—Bucky, when it’s just the two of you—lost in a moment where your breaths intertwine, enveloped by the intoxicating scent of passion. He’s missed you deeply; even when you’re in the same room, he longs for you since everything has to stay professional in front of others. But he simply couldn’t hold back any longer, and that’s why you both found yourselves in this hidden sanctuary.

After calming, Bucky knows he can’t provide you with the aftercare you truly deserve in this cramped space, so he does the next best thing—he takes his time helping you get dressed. Each movement is deliberate and tender, his fingers grazing your skin with a gentleness that contrasts sharply with the intensity of moments before. He lets you lean against him, his lips occasionally brushing against your forehead, a soft reminder of his affection. “You did so good, babydoll,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with warmth. “I’m so proud of you.”

As he finishes dressing you, a warm smile spreads across Bucky’s face at the sight of your tousled hair. With a chuckle, he says, “Turn around, angel.” When you obey, he gently runs his fingers through your hair, using them as a makeshift brush, and begins to braid it, each movement infused with care and intimacy.

He hopes his every action conveys that he’s not just drawn to you just for those physical moments, but because he truly adores you. The depth of his feelings runs far deeper, yet he struggles to express them openly, knowing the complexities of being your professor while you’re still his student.