Sex Pollen, Aphrodisiac | B.B
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Lab Assistant!Reader
Summary: The team returns from a mission with a delirious Bucky, who clings to you as soon as you’re within reach. You quickly realize whatever substance he came in contact with must have been an aphrodisiac. With the man trembling and panicked at the idea of letting you go, you decide to help him through this.
Warnings: Aphrodisiac, dubious consent (sex pollen), marathon sex, biting, hickeys, thigh fucking, hand jobs, neediness, desperation, crying, overstim.
18+ blog, Minors Do Not Interact
Authors Note: It’s been like a year since I’ve posted…this has been in my drafts for about as long. I reread it because I was looking for Leon Kennedy inspo and god damn….I realized I had to share it. Enjoy.
Your steady day of boring lab work is forced to an abrupt halt at the sound of shouting voices, and an unsteady landing. You jump, your gaze snapping to the long strip of the catwalk, where the team is unloading.
“They’re back early-” you mutter, throwing a glance at Bruce. “I thought-”
“Oh crap…” The older man stiffens in his seat.
You frown, just in time for the doors to slam open. You swivel around in your chair, your anxiety quickly rising. Your curiosity quickly shifts to panic when you take in the scene before you.
Bucky, limp, arms slung over Steve’s shoulder, as he’s dragged inside. His head lolls to the side, his skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Dark hair sticks to his temples, knotted and run through. You see no blood, but something’s wrong. Something’s very wrong.
Tony is shouting orders, a tablet in his hand as he jogs into the shared space of the medbay and lab. “Clear a medical room, we need the full works-” he says to the nearest medic as he squints down at his tablet. “Barnes was hit with something, we don’t know if it's contagious.” He raises his head. “Everybody out, we need to clear the lab.”
You stagger out of your seat, your mouth falling open helplessly. Behind you, Bruce is already helping clear out the rest of the staff. But you can’t move. What’s happened? What’s wrong?
“Steve-” You call, shakily shouldering through the team. The blond man clumsily punches his finger into the electric panel beside a patient holding cell. Nervous blue eyes snap to yours.
“Stay back- you need to keep your distance,” he throws a weary hand up. But it’s too late, something’s already shifted.
At his side, Bucky groans, his dark gaze rising to find you. A choked sound crawls up his throat, his brows twitch together. Your name falls from his lips, broken and breathy.
“Buck-?” You whisper, taking another step closer- against your better nature. Your concern for the man blinds you, driving you straight into the hands of danger.
You’ve only been a part of the team for a few years, but it felt like home. The team felt like family. And Bucky, well… he was something else.
Something warm and familiar and safe. Something tender you didn’t want to break.
Your bond with him was forged a long time ago, over sleepless nights and exhausted conversations. Your insomnia matched his almost perfectly, though never for the same reason. You could never understand the pain he endured, or the darkness that haunted him, but you could be there.
Every night, wandering into the kitchen to find something to satiate your drowsy hunger. Every night, between whispered words and muted movies. Over morning coffee and mission briefings.
He was there, and you cherished every moment.
Bucky is good, to you, to the world. He’s someone you’ve come to value in a whole new sense of the word. But you’ve never seen him like this. Weighted and weak, slurring his speech through heavy blinks. He can barely stand.
“Bucky, what- what happened?” You blurt, unable to heed the warnings to stay back.
But it’s too late now. You’re already too close. Bucky drags his foot forward, pushing out of Steve’s grip. You barely have time to blink before he’s falling into your arms, his heavy body slouching against you. You grunt in shock, swaying beneath his large form.
He pants heavily against the exposed skin of your neck, his warm lips ghosting over sensitive skin as he whispers your name. Your arms wrap carefully around his back, your wide gaze snaps to Steve.
Steve winces. He grips Bucky’s shoulders, trying to pry him off of you. “Come on buddy, let’s get you laid down-”
The drowsy man doesn’t budge. Your knees ache as you hold him up, your heart pounding in your chest. Large hands slide across your back, along your spine. You stiffen, your stomach churning with surprise and flutters.
He’s never touched you like this before.
He’s never really touched you at all, actually.
A kind pat on the shoulder, a comforting brush of fingers, maybe- but never this. Never so direct. Never so needy.
“Buck- What’s-” You gasp as he squeezes you a little tighter. “What’s happening?”
Soft puffs of breath tickle your neck, where he nuzzles his face closer. You shiver when you feel him shamelessly smell your skin. He calls your name again, his voice edging on a helpless whimper.
Your pulse spikes from the sound alone.
“We don’t know,” Steve curls his hands around the man's bicep, tugging a little hander. “He was hit with some kind of gas- Bucky, come on let go of her-”
“Uh- hey, Buck, looks like they want you to lay down,” you start, breathless beneath his strong arms. “Why don’t we go into the room, okay? Let you get some rest?” He groans, the sound vibrating against your throat. “Does that sound okay?”
He nods shakily, his nose dragging along the curve of your jaw. You ignore the heat rising in your cheeks, forcing yourself to focus on helping the man.
You drag your foot back, carefully guiding you both into the room. “Okay, almost there,” you mutter, struggling to stand as he sags against you. Cold metal fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt mindlessly. The chill makes you shiver, but you keep moving.
Steve follows you in, still struggling to pull Bucky off of you. Bucky shrugs him off forcefully, his teeth dragging over your neck as he gasps for air. “Can’t-” he chokes, his fingers pressing firmer into your skin.
You stiffen, confusion flooding your system. “You just gotta lay down, okay?” You blurt, swallowing nervously. “Just lay down and we’ll go figure out how-”
“No,” he groans, metal fingers grasping at the back of your shirt. “Please- can’t, fuck…” He pants, clinging to you as he sinks further. The desperation in his voice is startling, to all three of you.
He’s never felt this way. He doesn’t understand what’s happening to him. Everything feels hot- burning. His head feels heavy, weighted and clouded. He can’t piece together a single coherent through- except for this. Except for you.
He heard your voice and now he can’t bear the thought of letting you go. He needs this, the feeling of your skin beneath his, of your unsteady breath and wavering voice.
“Fuck- hurts…” He whimpers, his lips dragging against your throat. Both you and Steve are frozen, shock and concern mixing together. Bucky’s stomach flutters, painfully so. Something hot and slick pooling there, spreading beneath his skin, through his veins. Something so desperate and foreign.
“Okay,” You whisper, your hand hesitantly petting down his back. The muffled moan that crawls up his throat makes your stomach drop with heat. “I’ll stay.”
He sighs in relief, the rest of his strength giving in. He nearly drops you both, but Steve’s there to stabilise you. “Woah, buddy,” he grunts. “Here, let go for just a second, okay? Let’s get you set up on the bed.”
Bucky trembles, his arms tensing around your body.
You gasp. “I-I’m not goin’ anywhere, okay? Just a few seconds, I promise, Bucky.”
It takes way longer than it should, but eventually his grip loosens and Steve guides him back. The pained whine that leaves his throat is startling. Steve drags him onto the bed, helping him prop his back against the wall.
The large man slouches, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. He writhes awkwardly, clumsy hands tugging his field suit jacket open. “Hot- fuck, ‘s so hot-...” He groans.
“Okay, okay, here let me help you,” Steve helps him drag the jacket off.
The first clear look you get at his face is startling. He’s flushed and sweating, his cheeks a blushing pink. His lips fall open with broken pants and pained sounds- are they pained? They sound pained, but also something else. Something you shouldn’t be hearing.
His heady gaze falls on you, a shiver wracks his body. His mouth moves, like he intends to speak, but nothing comes out. He groans in frustration, his fingers curl in the sheets. You take an unsteady step back, and quickly regret it. The extra few inches of distance seem to gut Bucky, making him groan.
He chokes on a dry sob, his lashes fluttering.
It’s like the distance makes him stupid, his ability to form coherent words entirely dependent on your steadying presence.
“Okay- Jesus, what do we do?” You panic, turning to Steve.
“I don’t know-” He struggles to calm Bucky down as he tosses the jacket away. “I need to talk to the doctors.”
“Please…” Bucky whines, his gaze trained on you.
You shift awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do-” you mutter, concern mixing with hesitation. What are you supposed to do? You don’t know what he wants, not really. You don’t know what’s wrong. But Bucky won’t stop looking at you like that, like he’s burning alive and you’re his salvation. “Just- Go talk to the doctors, I’ll stay with him.”
Steve gives you a look, but what other option does he have? “Call out if anything changes-” he takes a hesitant step towards the door.
You nod, sliding a foot forward. “Just go,” you urge.
Steve says a few words of encouragement, and then the door clicks shut. You’re alone. But nothing's changed. Bucky groans, his chest heaving. His skin burns with uncontained heat, with need.
“Okay- okay, tell me what to do,” you plead, stepping closer. “Tell me how to help you.”
His fingers twitch at his side. He reaches for you, his hands trembling. “Please…”
You swallow your hesitance and step up to the edge of the bed. Calloused fingers wrap around your wrist, yanking you closer. You yelp, going easily. Large hands slide around your body, dragging you into bed, onto him.
Bucky groans as he drags you into his lap, where you settle on his thighs. He whimpers pathetically, his arms wrapping around you. You choke down a gasp, your head tilting back in time for him to drop his head to your shoulder. He whimpers painfully into your skin, his mouth falling open.
His slick tongue drags over a vein in your throat.
You flinch, the movement barely registering under his strong arms. “Bucky-!” You blurt, your eyes snapping wide. But he can’t stop, he can’t contain himself. He moans, tasting the curve of your jaw. You squirm, tilting away from the ticklish feeling.
He mouths at your earlobe, his hot breath fanning across your skin. “I can’t-”
“Can’t w-what?” Your shaky hands gently push against his chest, embarrassment coloring your face.
“Can’t stop,” he nearly sobs. “...Need it…” His mechanical arm clicks, plates shifting.
“What- what do you need?” You swallow, hoping this is some sort of insatiable hunger, instead of what it looks like.
He groans, his lips pressed to your ear. Too close, right against it- every breath and vibration piercing. “You.”
You shudder, your lashes fluttering. You shake your head, denial digging deep. “That’s not-” you gasp as he squeezes a little tighter, desperate, like he needs to become one with you. Slowly, everything falls into place, and now you’re regretting ever coming to work. Now, you’re regretting ever walking into this room.
“It’s an aphrodisiac, isn’t it?” You whisper, staring helplessly at the ceiling as Bucky mouths at your neck. He groans, shuddering against you. You carefully cup his face, steadying him enough to look at. His eyes nearly roll back from your touch alone. “Bucky, look at me.”
His throat bobs, his lashes flutter. Drowsy blue eyes settle on yours. “‘S so hot…” he whispers.
“I know, I know Buck,” you pet his cheek, ignoring the whine that he huffs out. “I need you to focus, okay? Tell me what you’re feeling.” He grunts, his lips twitching, like the idea of that is exhausting. A chore. You tap his cheek gently, forcing him to focus. “Come on.”
“‘Feel…” He leans into your hand. “You,” he pants, mouth falling open. Your stomach twists painfully, heat gathering inside you.
“What else? Tell me what your body feels, okay? So we can help you.”
He blinks heavily, slow. He turns into your hand, his lips dragging against your palm. “‘S hot,” he repeats. “Burns- inside.” He squirms beneath you.
“Okay, where? In your chest? Your stomach? How painful is it?” You try to keep focus- but god is it hard.
You’re sitting in his lap, wrapped in his arms, while he pleads for you. Never in your life could you have even dreamed this up. You can’t believe this is happening. You don’t know what this is, or what to do next. All you know is that your pulse is far too high for safety, and you can barely breathe.
“Everywhere,” he whines, his head knocking back against the wall. “Fuck- I can’t,” he pants. “It-it burns,” His voice wavers between pitched and whiny, to breathless and gravelly. His strong grip on you digs almost painfully as he drags you firmly against him.
Your chest presses to his, stomach to his. You barely register his mouth connecting with your neck again. Instead, all you feel is something else- something lower.
“Buck-” you gasp, breathless.
Your knees clamp around his sides instinctively, making him groan. His hips twitch, pressing his aching erection against your ass. “Fuck,” he whimpers. It's like that first touch snaps something inside of him, makes it all clear.
And suddenly, you both know what the burning is.
Bucky gasps, his grip on you tight as he needily presses you down in his lap. You feel his shattered moan vibrate against your throat. You freeze, your body locking up in shock as he desperately ruts against you.
“B-” you shudder. Bucky groans, his tongue joining his teeth as he needily nips at your jaw. He drags his lips dangerously to the corner of your mouth.
It’s like he can’t think, can’t move on his own. It’s like something else has taken over and now all he can do is try to consume you. Bring you closer.
He mindlessly uses you for his own all consuming pleasure; gripping your hips tight, grinding you down against his erection. Desperately trying to seek a release from this feeling.
He whimpers, his wet lips dragging heavily over yours. You gasp and jerk back, turning your head to the side. “Oh buck,” you flush, pressing your lips in a thin line.
For years, you could only ever fantasize about being touched in such a manner. Of being kissed by him. Held. Consumed. But now? It’s just too much, you can barely think straight. He’s lost, drowning in this need. But you feel wrong for it, because the last thing you want is to take advantage of him. Or for all these desired moments to be not of his own clear will.
“We shouldn’t, you can’t-” you start, but he cuts you off with a frustrated groan. He rolls his hips up against you again, dragging his achingly hard cock against your center. “Oh Jesus Christ-”
“‘Need it-” he begs, his large hands wandering over your body. “Please- fuck, I can’t take it anymore…”
You gulp, staring down at him as you try to scoot back to sit on his thighs. He whimpers at the loss of contact, his pants painfully tight. “Look at me-,” you try to sound commanding, but it falls flat. He twitches beneath you, his lashes fluttering heavily.
You can’t do what he wants, but you can’t just leave him like this.
“You just need to touch me to feel better, right? And relieve the uh- pressure?” You swallow, your face aflame.
His head lolls as he weakly nods, his eyes bloodshot and glistening.
You take a deep, steadying breath before you speak. “Okay, then-” you stifle a shiver when he palms your waist. “Touch yourself.”
The deep groan he releases hits you like a wave, your stomach churning with flutters. He blinks heavily, trembling beneath you. But he doesn’t need to be told twice. His shaky hand pushes into his dark jeans, you track the movement with wide eyes.
You can tell the moment he wraps a hand around himself. He shudders, a breathy moan falling from his lips. His jaw falls open as he stares at you, then clumsily falls against you. You gasp as his lips needily chase yours again.
“Buck, wait,” you drop your hands to his shoulder. He whimpers softly, his lips brushing your cheek. You feel his arm moving between you as he strokes his stiff cock in his pants. “N-Not my face, okay? Use my neck, you can use my neck, okay?”
He nods and greedily latches onto the tender spot beneath your jaw. You tilt your head back, eyes squeezed shut as waves of arousal roll in your belly. Heat gathers between your legs, your panties steadily soaking through.
But this isn’t about you, it’s about him; about making it better.
His back slumps against the wall, too weak to hold himself up. He licks a long stripe over the apple of your throat, his mouth needy and clumsy. He moans softly, the sound of his hand moving in his boxers screaming to your ears.
But it’s not enough, it’s not even close. He needs more and he doesn’t know what to do. He groans in frustration, his teeth sink into your shoulder, tender.
You grunt, your fingers digging into his chest. You glance down between you, to where you were trying not to look. He makes another helplessly frustrated noise. You hesitantly reach down and undo his button, then tug down his zipper, giving him more room. You pull his jeans open a little more.
He sighs gratefully, his tongue soothing over where he bit you. You pant, staring at the greedy pace of his hand as he fists his cock, shielded by dark boxers.
“Feel better?” You whisper.
He sucks marks into your skin, claiming your neck as his own. It takes him a moment to respond, but it’s like the direct pleasure helps clear his head; at least enough to speak.
“Feels- fuck, ‘m sorry…” he moans, kissing your neck. “Can’t stop it…”
“It’s okay, baby,” you whisper, petting the back of his head. He shivers, the pet-name going straight to his dripping cock. “The team’s gonna make it better, we just have to buy them some time.”
He sucks softly on your shoulder, right over your collar bone. “Taste so-” he gasps, his thumb swiping over his sensitive slit, “‘taste so good…” he moans, squeezing his base.
You gulp, your pulse spiking. Your gaze is still fixed on that space between you, on his busy hand. You can’t look away. You don’t know how.
You don’t know how you’re ever going to look Bucky in the eyes again.
Bucky’s breath slows to a heavy pant, his lips parted on each careful exhale. It’s like the stimulation fuzzies his brain, relaxing him. He takes a second to just breathe, to enjoy the reprieve from the painful fire in his veins.
“‘Didn’t wanna-” he winces from arousal, “-didn’t wanna do this to you…”
You squeeze your eyes shut, your forehead dropping to the wall over his shoulder. “It’s not your fault,” you pet his hair.
“‘S too much…” he pants, his cheek dropping to your shoulder. He licks lazy patterns along the base of your neck. “But ‘s- ‘s not enough,” he whines, his hips rolling up to meet his hand.
You grit your teeth, trying to calm your racing heart. “Just don’t-” you hesitantly grab his wrist. He gasps, his hips twitching. You keep your eyes squeezed shut. “Don’t… finish… not yet,” you know it’s an impossible ask, but you just don’t know if you could take it.
You don’t think you’d be able to survive it; the idea of him clinging to you, holding you in his lap, kissing your neck, while he cums into his fist? Right there? While moaning softly in your ear- it’s just too much.
He makes a choked noise, like a defeated sob. He drags his teeth over your neck. “But-” he whines. “‘Feels- I- can’t, I need it-” he whimpers, rutting slowly into his tight fist.
“I know,” you suck in a sharp breath, feeling the large man writhe beneath you. He just can’t take it. It’s too good, too much, and not nearly enough. “I know, Buck, just try, okay? Just breathe,” you whisper, your cheek pressed to his temple. He leans into you, his broken sounds shooting straight through you.
He doesn’t respond verbally, and instead continues his slow claim of your neck. You tilt your chin up for him, your stomach churning from the feeling of his lips on your skin.
You wonder what the rest of the team is doing out there, if they have any clue at all. You doubt it. To your knowledge, there is no swift cure to the general aphrodisiac and this one specifically seems advanced. Like an aphrodisiac on steroids.
Bucky can barely speak when he isn’t touching you. He can barely think.
You’ve never seen anything like it.
And right now, you fear he may just have to ride it out. And honestly? You don’t think you could walk away from him like this, begging for your help.
All self respect and dignity you ever thought you had may as well have been a dream. Along with whatever relationship you once had with Bucky. You doubt he’ll ever accept being in the same room as you, after this.
Whimpering and jacking off with a cherished friend in your lap isn’t exactly the dream, in his opinion- at least, not like this.
“Doin’ so good for me, Bucky,” you whisper, fingering through his hair. He moans, nipping at your jaw.
His mechanical arm winds tighter around your waist, cold steel fingers slipping beneath your shirt. “‘M sorry,” he groans, gasping for breath against your ear. His calloused fingers tighten around his cock, squeezing gently every time he drags his fist over the head. “Feels so good…” he nearly sobs.
You nod, stroking your hands down his shoulders in a comforting motion. “I know, it’s okay. Just- just feel it.”
He groans, continuing to pump his cock. The slick sounds are muffled by his underwear, but not silent. It makes you feel dazed and lost, listening to him masturbate. You feel his hand, his arm, moving between your bodies. You try not to think about it too much, but it’s hard.
It’s like you lose track of time, sitting there, holding him. You feel like you’re in a limbo of barely contained arousal. He groans against your throat with each ragged breath, his movements lazy and heady.
Cool metal fingers stroke along your spine, counting each notch mindlessly. You shiver, sitting there in helpless silence. You don’t know how to help him, how to make this stop, but the longer it goes on the less you seem to care.
The thick door rattles with a heavy knock. You flinch, your hand rushing to grab Bucky’s wrist. “Buck-” you gulp. He whimpers loudly, struggling to stop touching himself. His lips press heavily against your shoulder. “I know, I know, just wait a second okay?” You whisper, petting his hair gently.
His head rolls back against the wall, his lashes fluttering. “Please…” He pants. Your breath hitches from his pleading tone. You’ve never seen him like this- the strong, large, intimidating soldier. Reduced to a whimpering mess.
“Just a few seconds, okay? You can do this-”
The door creaks open. Bucky drops his head back onto your shoulder, hiding his face in shame. He grips you a little tighter, pulling you closer. Steve’s voice trickles in through the crack in the door.
You swallow, holding him close. “He’s breathing. Any updates?”
“We’re processing the blood sample we took on the plane, but-” Steve pauses, wincing to himself. “It’s not looking great. I don’t think there’s anything we can do, right now…”
“So he just has to ride it out?” You squeak, flushing when you feel his hand twitch between your bodies. Bucky’s tongue slides against your skin, lazy and slow. Like an instinct.
“So far, that’s what it’s looking like. Maybe you should-”
“I can’t leave him like this,” you grit, blushing hard. Even if you wanted to, you don’t think Bucky would be able to release you. Not like this. When his ease of breathing relies on your touch alone.
Steve is silent for a moment, listening to the sound of Bucky’s ragged breathing. “Are you sure? We don’t know-”
“I’m sure, Steve.” You repeat, your arm winding further around Bucky’s back. You won’t leave him like this. You can’t.
A long silence follows, but eventually the man sighs. The words on the other end of the door are muffled and concerned, but he gives in.
You wait a moment longer before your grip on Bucky’s wrist relaxes, until eventually he’s slipping free. He sobs into your throat as he strokes over his aching cock again, the relief instant.
“You-” he gasps into your skin, his metal arm winds tighter. You grunt from the constriction. “You have to leave me-” he says it like the words pain him. Like they had to fight and claw their way out of his throat.
You brush your fingers through his hair, contemplating how hard that must be for him to say. “Do you-” you pause, chewing your lip in thought. He never stops moving in your moment of silence. He can’t, it’s like his skin is crawling with molten arousal- his body infected with need. He shifts and squirms beneath you. His metal fingers dig into your back, tracing lines down your bare skin. His hand never slows in his pants, and it’s getting harder to stop.
“Do you have anyone we can call?” You mutter, jolting in his grip as he drags you the smallest fraction closer. “Someone to help you?”
He grunts, his face nuzzling closer to your throat. You know you had to ask. He’s your friend, your coworker, your teammate. But you don’t know him in that way. You don’t know who occupies his nights and mind.
So far, you still stupidly think you’re in this position because you stepped too close, and he just needed something to cling to.
“No.” He grunts, his teeth ghosting over the vein in your neck. “Just- just you…” His stomach twists, his fist twitching tighter around his cock. He grinds his hips upwards, the slick spill of his precum making the friction delicious. He moans roughly, the vibrations making you shiver.
His blunt words make you shift, your legs growing numb from your position. “No one who-”
“You,” he chokes, knocking his head back against the wall. Heady blue eyes find yours. His metal hand slips from your shirt. You flinch when the warm steel slides around your jaw and neck, holding you firm. “You’re-” he gasps, then grits his teeth in shame. “You’re the only one.”
You stiffen, staring down at him with a bewildered look. It could be a confession, or it could be a stated fact. You’re the only one he wants for this, or you’re the only person who has helped him so far. You try to file that away for later. What matters is now.
“I don’t know how to help you,” you admit, trying not to squirm as he drags you into him, his metal fingers tilting your jaw back. He licks a slow stripe over the apple of your throat, his breath ragged. You choke on a shocked sound.
“You can’t…” the steady stimulation and closeness of your touch has clearly helped ground him in some way, but it could only do so much. He can only handle so much. “I can’t do this-” he groans, his lips brushing your ear. You shiver as his stubble scrapes your tender skin. “I can’t do this to you…”
Your fingers curl tight in his shirt. “I can’t leave you like this.”
He whimpers softly, his metal fingers clicking softly as he struggles to pull you closer. “You can’t stay with me-” he nearly sobs, rocking his hips into his hand. “It’s killing me,” his metal bicep loops around your shoulders, pulling you into him fully, pressed to him with your whole body.
You grunt as your head is dragged to rest on his shoulder. His lips press to the right side of your throat. You can barely breathe with how tight he’s holding you now, his metal arm locking your head in place. But how are you supposed to leave him like this?
How can you, when he can’t even control his body enough to release you?
How can you, when the distance made him sob and writhe in fits of some sort of agony?
“It hurts you-” you whisper in defeat, your stomach turning as you feel his trembling fist move between your bodies. “How can I leave if it hurts you?”
“Fuck-” he chokes, rolling his body against yours. “I’ll hurt you if you don’t-” His breath hitches with his own words. You shiver, nervous anticipation making you writhe where you sit. What the hell do you say to that?
“I don’t know what to do,” you whisper into his shoulder. His arm twitches around your neck, almost suffocating you. “I don’t know-” Bucky groans into your hair, his body twitching. He sounds so defeated, so broken. He can’t help this feeling, this need. He wants to escape it, but there's nothing he can do. You can’t leave him.
“I’m not leaving you, Buck.” You curl your arms around his back, hugging him. He sobs into your shoulder, his fist tightening around his cock. “Do what you have to, okay? I can’t leave you like this.”
“I can’t stop myself-” he huffs into your neck. Metal fingers dig into your scalp, pulling you back to look at him. You wince, staring down at him. He looks like the embodiment of shattered restraint. Skin flushed, sweat speckled, eyes lidded and fogged over.
“I-” before you can even respond he grits his teeth and presses his cold thumb to the curve of your jaw.
“Everything in- in my body is telling-” he gasps, rolling his hips into his hand, and into you; “Fuck- My skin is on fire and- and everything in me is telling me to fuck you,” he chokes, smacking his head back against the wall in a form of self punishment.
Your mouth falls open, your heart sinking to your stomach. “Buck…”
Bucky groans. “The longer you stay-” he pants, “the worse it gets.”
“Would you rather I leave?” You gulp, your hands falling to his waist.
Overwhelmed tears drip down his cheeks, dark lashes fluttering. “No-” he writhes. His hand instinctively curls around your nape, strong with possession.
“Then,” you shiver, “then I stay.” His eyes roll open at you. “You can use my neck, and touch yourself, okay? Just like this, until-”
“‘S not enough-” he shakes his head. “I need more,” he growls.
“Okay,” you sink your teeth into your cheek. “Then use me.” Bucky moans, mouth falling open. He squeezes his cock, thumb swiping precum from the head. “Use my thighs.”
The suggestion shocks both of you. He shifts beneath you, his brows knitting together. You can’t believe you said it, but it’s the only thing that came to mind. You can’t have sex with him like this- no matter what he may need.
You’ve cared so deeply for him for so long, wanted this for so long, but this isn’t it. You don’t want the first time to be when he can’t control it. You want him to choose you.
But if he needs you right now, you’ll do what he needs.
“I’ll take off my pants-” Bucky groans from your words alone. “You use my thighs, okay? You need to touch me, this is the best idea I’ve got.”
His metal hand slides down, wrapping gently around your throat. Your breath hitches, his thumb strokes over a thick vein. “I’m sorry,” he whimpers.
You shake your head. “Don’t,” you swallow, his heavy grip present in your mind. “This isn’t your fault. I could leave if I wanted to, okay? I’m choosing to help you.” You cup his face, doing your best to ground him in this moment. “It’s- It’s not exactly how I imagined this, but it’s all we’ve got.”
He turns into your hand, his tongue swiping over the heel of your palm. “I just wanted- just wanted to keep you out of this.”
You huff. “As if you knew this would happen.” You tap his cheek, making his eyes flutter open.
“You’re-” he grunts, grinding into his closed fist. You can’t imagine how he hasn’t cum yet. He’s so overworked, so sensitive. So wet. You glance down at the bulge in his pants.
“Jesus, just shut up and do what you have to, okay?” You pet his face gently, feeling his stubble scrape your palm. He kisses the sore skin. Your stomach flips. He stares up at you with hooded eyes, his skin wet with tears. “It’s okay, Buck.” You lean in, feeling his metal fingers tighten around your throat. You press a soft kiss to his temple. “We’ll figure the rest out later.”
He whines softly, squeezing your throat hesitantly as his hips twitch up into you. He gasps, pressing forward as his fist squeezes his cock on the up stroke. “I-I-” he gasps, knocking his head into yours. You tremble, your mouth falling open as you wheeze in a soft breath.
He doesn’t mean to, he doesn’t want to, but he needs it. He needs you close. He needs you with him.
And fuck, everything comes to a head.
Bucky makes this choked noise into your ear, his lips brushing the skin. His body seizes up, then writhes fitfully beneath you. You feel his knuckles against your stomach, his hand stroking quickly, then stilling at the base.
He rolls his hips with a sob as he spills over his fingers. You gasp, your lashes fluttering as your head grows light. He chokes out apologies over and over, his body locking up against his will. “Fuck- Fuck-” His voice wavers from something whiny and soft to something trembling and deep. Slurs of Russian spill over, mixing stupidly.
You wince, his eyes fly open. His fingers loosen immediately, just barely looped around your throat. It slips away, wrapping loosely around your waist.
“I’m s- I’m sor-” he gasps, knocking his forehead against yours.
You pant softly, gulping against steel. “‘S okay- ‘s fine Buck…”
Bucky whimpers pathetically, his hips rolling into his fist. He’s oversensitive and exhausted- but something about his release makes him stupid. His trembling hand pulls out of his jeans, sticky with cum. Your eyes roll open. He huffs quietly, reaching for you. You gasp, trying to pull back.
“Woah, Bucky no-” but it’s too late. His slick, warm hand cups your face firmly. His fuzzy gaze tracks the movement, entranced. You whine, trying to pull away. “Oh god-” It’s unimaginable and real and sickeningly arousing. Your knees clench around his hips.
He sucks in a shaky breath, his cum slick thumb brushes your lips.
You press them together, mortification burning beneath your skin. This can’t be happening. It can’t be-
But then he does it. Bucky presses his thumb a little harder, pushing it between your lips. His strong grip holds your jaw for leverage as he presses his thumb down on your tongue, spreading his cum. You choke, squirming in his lap. You choke on a whine, saliva pooling in your mouth.
He’s lost it. He’s completely insane and drugged beyond belief. But this is happening and you think you might die.
Seriously, how will you ever look at him again?
He slides his thumb across the expanse of your tongue, watching hazily as his slick melts with your saliva. The taste spreads and melts into your mouth, and you feel like you might die. You groan, tugging against his hold. He drags his thumb back down, over your wet lips. He pets his palm over your cheek, spreading his cum.
You gasp, your brows shooting to your hairline. “Bucky- oh my god-” You choke. “Look at me, this is-”
But he’s too far gone. He presses the heel of his palm to your lips, staring expectantly. But you don’t understand. You can’t move, and you can’t do what he wants, right?
You whine, staring helplessly at him. He presses his palm a little harder. You suck in a shaky breath, and slowly open your mouth again. His metal arms tightens around your hips. You squeeze your eyes shut and gently flick your tongue against his palm. He moans lowly, his hips twitching into you.
Your gut burns with humiliation as you carefully lick the cum from his skin. He whimpers softly. Your eyes roll open, watching the way his expression melts. Your tongue slides along his fingers, one by one, cleaning his skin. This is the worst, and possibly best moment of your life.
How could this be happening? You’ve lost track of time and reality, the longer you sit here.
You slip your tongue between his fingers, a choked sound falling from your throat. He moans, pushing them into your mouth one by one, until his skin shines, and the taste of his cum is burned in your throat. He slips his hand down to wrap around your throat now, his skin wet against yours.
“B-Buck-” you heave, wiping your mouth.
He whines, rolling his hips against you. “‘Need more…” he leans in, kissing down your jaw.
“Thighs,” is all you can manage. You feel weighted with humiliation. Your body feels heavy, limp in his hold. Bucky groans, slowly rolling your bodies to the side. Your back hits the sheets, Bucky’s heavy body sinking into yours. He scatters sloppy kisses along your neck, his trembling hands moving to work open your pants.
A heavy knock raps against the door, followed by the clicking of locks. Your stomach drops, but at this point, you can’t care anymore. Bucky obviously isn’t capable of stopping now, so you just let him continue his work.
The door slides open as Bucky starts yanking your pants over your ass. You hold your underwear up by the hem, your body jolting slightly from his strong tugging. Steve freezes in the doorway, his brows shot to his hairline.
“Do you have a solution?” You blurt, wincing as Bucky’s teeth sink into your skin.
Steve stares at Bucky’s broad back in shock, watching as he drags your ankles to rest over his left shoulder, his hands tugging your pants down your thighs. “No, I-”
“Get out Steve-” Your fingers curl in the sheets. “And don’t come back unless there's an antidote- for your own good,” you slap a hand over your face, shielding your flushed cheeks.
“Oh my god Steve, go-” you groan, your nerves sparking as your pants rip over your ankles. Bucky pants, his lips finding the curve of your calf. Steve hesitates in the door, but obediently steps out. The door slides shut. His intentions are sweet, wanting to check in on his vulnerable best friend- but this isn’t a problem he wants to see.
You hope the next time that door opens, it’s with good news.
Bucky whines against your ankle, his arms locking tight around your legs. The stretch in the back of your legs burns from the unfamiliar bend, but you power through. Your toes curl nervously as you stare at the sight above you. In any other circumstance, you’d be humiliated to be stripped down to your underwear in front of your friend and coworker; but at this point you’re mostly numb to the shock.
He groans, his fingers digging into your flesh as he drags you closer. You yelp at the feeling of his stiff cock brushing the back of your thigh. It’s warm and wet and unimaginably hard. He rolls his hips forward after the first press, mouth falling open. So far, you haven’t directly touched him there- so this just feels like too much.
But Bucky just grips you tighter and ruts his hips forward.
You reach out, shakily tapping his arm. He flinches, eyes rolling open. “Here,” you brush the line between your thighs. “Here, Buck.”
He whimpers, his head rolling against your calves, where they rest over his shoulder. He clumsily grips the base of his cock, guiding it to the crease of your thighs. You cover your face with your hands, your body going stiff.
You peak between your fingers in time to watch Bucky look down at himself and spit on his cock.
Your mouth falls open, your core clenches around nothing.
The first slide of his length is warm and slick- and so so foreign. It may be your idea, but you’ve never done anything like this. You close your fingers back over your eyes when you see his pretty pink tip peak through your plush thighs.
Bucky full body shivers, his breath hitches.
“Go ahead…” you choke, encouraging.
He takes that permission and runs with it. His hips snap forward with almost too much force, causing you to slide up the bed. He drags you back down and ruts his hips forward. You squeeze your thighs a little tighter together, ripping a gasp from his throat.
His flesh hand wanders down your legs, over your hip, to rest on your stomach. He pushes beneath your shirt, wanting his skin on yours. Flutters fill your core, traveling through your body as you feel the weight of his hand with each breath.
You feel the scrape and burn of his jeans with every thrust, the dark fabric still bunched around his knees. He squirms and fidgets with every movement- and you honestly can’t tell if it’s because he’s uncomfortable, or if it’s because it just feels too good.
You know how hot he feels, so eventually you work up the courage to speak. “Bucky-” you grunt from an especially rough thrust. “Bucky look at me.” Dark eyes snap to yours. He heaves a shaky breath, his teeth press to the soft skin of your leg. “Are you still hot?”
He nods stupidly, his fingers dig into your stomach.
“You can take that off,” you gesture to him. “It’s okay now.”
He groans, his lashes fluttering from your gentle tone. He rolls his hips forward slowly as he begins to shrug off his shirt. His skin radiates heat, scalding to the touch. He stumbled, irritated to have to pull away from you to yank off his pants.
You gasp when he finally pushes your legs back together, bending them towards your chest. His cock slides back between your thighs, but he whines. It’s not enough. You groan from the stretch as he bends you in half. He rolls his hips, panting.
“What’s-” you cup his face, causing him to mewl. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Too far-” He grits. “Need- need you closer…”
You groan, your knees pressed to your chest. “Baby, I don’t know what to do, just- here, let go.” He whines, you have to physically pry his hands from your body. You roll onto your left side and look back at him. “From behind, okay?”
He groans and drops down beside you. He yanks you close against him, but this time when he slides between your legs, you really feel him. You gasp, the length of his cock sliding against your clothed cunt.
“Oh god- Buck, lower-” You squirm, reaching back to grab his hip. But he can’t right now. He can’t control himself anymore. He fucks your tight thighs, your panties growing slick with his precum. He whimpers with every drag of the fabric, every brush against his sensitive tip.
His flesh hand wraps around you, sliding under your shirt, over your stomach. His metal arm rests on the pillows above your head, fingers curled in your hair. He mouths along the curve of your throat, nipping bruised skin.
“Fuck,” he groans. You shiver. “You shoulda- shoulda left me…”
You gasp, his warm fingers trace the wire of your bra. “You wouldn’t let me if you wanted to,” you try for a joke, but it falls flat. Bucky’s hands slide over your breast- your hands shoot to his wrist. “Bucky-!”
He groans, hands trembling. “Please…” he nearly sobs. His cock makes a sloppy noise between your legs. Your panties are disturbingly wet from his precum. The thick, fat weight of him against you makes you squirm.
“Not there, okay?” You struggle to guide his hand away from your breast. “My neck and my thighs,” you remind him. He forces his hand back down to your stomach.
“Fuck- ‘m sorry- ‘m sorry,” he groans.
“I know, Buck, it’s okay, it’s okay.”
He’s grown more sensitive with each passing moment, and therefore, can’t last. He groans, pulling you tight against him. His teeth sink into your neck, his body winds tight. His hand slides from your stomach over your core.
His hips press to yours, his cock head catches against your panties. He slides his hand between your legs, cupping his length against you. You gasp in time for his release to wash over him, cum spilling against your cunt.
You grab his wrist, your body tense in shock. You wince from the sharp sting of his teeth. You can’t help but squirm, the feeling of him pressed up against you, cum seeping into your panties.
“Bucky-” you whine, nowhere to go. He just clings to you, panting into your skin. He slowly rubs his cum into your skin, into your underwear. You squirm. “Bucky-”
He massages it into your thighs, into your stomach. He almost sobs as he rolls his hips forward again. “‘S too much,” he whines. But not enough. Never enough.
So he weeps into your shoulder and continues the pattern again, and again.
You eventually just close your eyes and take it, with soft praise and gentle coaxing. You don’t even know how much time has passed, just that your thighs are dripping with cum, and your neck is bruised purple. Bucky’s so sensitive that he’s crying. His cock is swollen and red, but still dripping needily.
He’s beyond words; speech slurred and messy. All he wants is to hold you, to touch you. He’s just so exhausted, but his body won’t stop. Whatever this is, it’s insatiable. What makes it worse is the fact that the serum in his veins kept his body able. Kept his cock stirring, spilling cum.
It was a delicious agony.
You’ve found a steady rhythm, but you just can’t take listening to him writhe in pain. You carefully twist in his arms to face him, careful when his length slips from between your legs. He chokes, his hips twitching.
“Bucky, look at me.” You cup his face, shaking him gently. His hands clings to you, skin sticky with cum. “I want you to do something for me, okay? I want you to get under the blanket and wait for me. I need to get up-”
It’s the only option left. You’d only not tried it before because his body, just like steves, naturally fought it off. And you didn’t know if it was even safe to do while high on whatever this was.
But it didn’t matter anymore. You needed something.
His mouth opens on slurred words. “Can’t let you go,” he whimpers. “I can’t-” it’s true, without you he feels like his skin is on fire. Burning off his body, eating him from the inside out.
You nod. “Okay, okay. Then I’m gonna sit up, and I’m gonna call for help. I’ll sit in your lap so you can hold me, okay?” He nods, preferring this plan much more. You stroke his face gently, wiping his tears. “You’re going to be okay.”
He nods, dragging his swollen lips over your palm.
You sit up carefully, shifting to sit on Bucky’s thighs. Your skin sticks together lewdly. You yank up the sheets tangled around your feet, pulling it over his crotch. He groans from the soft brush of fabric. “Steve!” You shout.
It takes seconds before the tall man is shoving the door open. Bucky’s shaky hands try to pull you down against him, but you won’t go. “What’s wrong? Is something-”
“He’s fine,” you blurt- which isn’t exactly true. Not at all even. “Steve, I need you to get me something.” You slip your hands in Bucky’s, trying to keep him from groping you.
“What?” He hesitates to take another step.
“Sedatives,” you grit. “We need to put him to sleep or something.”
“We’ve been working on it, he burned through what we gave him on the plane-”
Bucky groans, sitting up to wrap his arms around you. “I need it now please-” you gasp, his grip tight enough to ache. “Buck, just breathe,” you whisper, pushing him back down. You pet down his chest, over his heart.
Steve stares at you, bewildered and just a little speechless. “Give me a minute-” he steps back, door still cracked open.
You lean back down over Buck, your heart pounding as he continues trying to roll his hips into you. “Hear that? Solution’s on its way.”
He grunts, hands palming your waist beneath your shirt. When Steve finally returns, it's with a tray of supplies. He sets it at your bedside, and everything seems to blur. There's several syringes. A dose for every time his system burns through the sedation.
“Bucky,” you cup his cheeks, holding his focus. “I’m gonna give you something now, okay? Just sit still and breathe.” He nods shakily, fingers digging into your hips. You clean his skin with your supplies and load your dose. Steve watches with awkward concern, his gaze sweeping over your bodies.
He barely feels the prick to his skin.
The injection makes his lashes flutter. Steve clears the room once it’s over- understanding he needs privacy. You drop the needle back on the tray, then get yanked down into Bucky’s space again.
Your chest hits his, your hands scrambling for support as he rolls you over. “Buck, sit still, let the meds-”
He groans, pressing you into the bed. The sheet tangles around you, smothering you even further. His head rests against your neck, chest to chest, body to body. You feel him sag, his large size feeling heavy against you. He sighs against your shoulder, his speech slurring.
“I know-” you grunt. “Just close your eyes.”
It doesn’t take long for him to eventually pass out, pinning you in place. The sudden silence is like a gut punch. A dose of reality you weren't expecting. Everything that’s happened this afternoon suddenly hits you.
You lay in that position for the next hour, before eventually dosing off with him. Thirty minutes in you wake to the feeling of Bucky grinding against your hip, blanking in and out of reality. You give him another dose of the sedative, and repeat the cycle.
At some point you end up just staring at the blank ceiling, feeling Bucky's chest expand with each breath against yours. You take stock of your own body, and every sensation spreading across your flesh. You feel the sticky warmth of cum between your thighs, sunken into your panties, smeared across your stomach and neck from when Bucky purposefully wiped it there.
You feel your combined sweat, and the racing beat of your heart.
But most of all you feel Bucky. His weight, his breath, his warmth.
You feel him, and wonder where the hell you’re supposed to go from here.
AN: Hiii…. I know it’s been a long time. I doubt many people are even gonna see this since I’ve been inactive for soooo long, but here it is.
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