fight now, fuck later. | bucky barnes (18+)
⤡ civil war!bucky x black widow!reader
âď¸ warnings: nsfw, civil war canon compliant, smut, mentions of size difference, widows have a red room variant of a super soldier serum, sexual tension, enemies to lovers, sex pollen, touch starved, bucky is so down bad, dry humping, bucky is a virgin, virginity loss, premature ejaculation, multiple orgasms, body worshiping, arguments, banter, physical fights as foreplay
âď¸ word count: 11.1k
âď¸ a/n: first time writing for civil war bucky and a black widow/avenger reader, kinda nervous. i hope i make the founding fathers proud with this one. gif
synopsis: While Bucky Barnes is on the run, Steve entrusts you to look after his old friend while the rest of the team tries to resolve the conflict with Tony Stark peacefully. As if babysitting a grumpy ex-Hydra soldier wasn't hard enough, an airborne toxin gets releasedâone designed to weaken a super soldier's resolve with the intention to trap them... and an unexpected side effect that skyrockets their libido. Between the constant bickering and fighting for your life, you have to keep reminding yourself, "I refuse to be Bucky's first."
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There were a few things you could respect Steve Rogers for.
He always seemed to know what was best for the team, he had a good head on his shoulders, and he always tried to find a way to resolve conflict with the least amount of bloodshed possible. He was a respectable manârespectable enough for people like you to follow him into hell.
But there were also plenty of things you disliked about him.
Namely, once he had a plan, he stuck to it whether the people around him agreed or not. Unfortunately for you, his current plan involved you babysitting the worldâs most wanted Hydra assassin.
And that was the Winter Soldier.
âWhat!â you barked in disbelief, throwing your hands in the air. âNo! I am not watching him. Iâm coming with youââ
Steve was already gearing upâwearing the suit he stole from the Smithsonian and strapping on his shield last.
âNo,â he replied, sharp and firm. âTrust me, itâs better if you stay put. If I show up with Buck by my side, itâs not gonna look good.â
Steve motioned towards Bucky, who just stood there looking about as useful and clueless as a bag of bricks.
The kicked puppy look on his face almost made you feel bad for him. Almost. Because if it werenât for him, and your own stubborn loyalty to Steve, nobody would be in this mess in the first place.
âLook, youâre going to talk to Stark, right? Natâs with him. Let me come. I can talk to her while you work things out with Stark, and maybe we can figure out a better solutionââ
âWe shouldnât even consider talking to Nat. Sheâs in deep with Tony and the Accords. And besides, I donât trustââ Steve cut himself off, his lips pressing into a thin line as his eyes flickered between you and Bucky. âNever mind.â
You crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes. âDonât trust what?â
The tension in the parking garage turned uncomfortable really fast.
No one dared speak or moveâit felt like a bunch of kids walking in on Mom and Dad arguing and refusing to pick sides. Even though you already knew what he was going to say, you kept your eyes fixed on Steve with a silent threat for him to continue.
Steve sighed and stepped forward, mentally cursing himself for letting the words slip.
âYou Widowsâtheyâre known to be deceptive,â Steve explained as calmly and gently as he could, though it didnât help.
âI just⌠canât risk you talking to Natasha. Itâs too dangerous.â
Offended wasnât even the right word for it.
Everyone in this line of workâincluding you, especially you â knew about the Black Widows and their reputation. You were a group of young girls broken down and rebuilt into perfect chameleons. Widows were trained to whisper sweet nothings into a victimâs ear, only to hold a blade to their throat, slit it without remorse, and go about the rest of their day as if nothing had happened.
Steve wasnât wrong, but the hypocrisy of his logic made you feel sour.
He didnât trust your background, yet in the very same breath, he was willing to leave you entirely alone with Buckyâhis best friend, and the only piece of his past he had left. If you were truly so deceptive, so inherently untrustworthy, what was stopping you from turning Bucky over to Stark the second Steve cleared this garage?
You wanted to cry. You had been loyal to Steve, standing by his side while the rest of the team split up and tore at each otherâs throatsâand this was how he repaid you? By humiliating you in front of everyone?
But youâd die before you let a single tear fall in front of Steve, or anyone else for that matter.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you tightened your jaw until your teeth hurt and forced your gaze away.
âFine.â
You were going to protect his precious best friendânot out of submission, but to shove his own prejudice right back down his throat. You would prove to him, definitively, that you could be trusted.
âIâll watch over him,â you added, trying to keep cool. âIâll keep my comms open, tooâjust in case you want to pop in and check if heâs still alive.â
Steve returned your sarcasm with a relieved exhale. âThank youââ
âDonât mention it,â you cut him off, waving a hand dismissively as you walked past Buckyâwho was standing there looking like a child of divorce. You headed for your motorcycle.
âAre you coming, Barnes?â
Before joining you at the bike, Bucky walked over to Steve with a fond look in his eyes. They shared the same brotherly hug they'd been exchanging since they reunited. Steve mumbled something into his shoulderâprobably reassurance that everything was going to be okayâbefore finally sending him off to you.
You rolled your eyes, slipping your helmet on to block them out.
As everyone else cleared out of the garage, Bucky walked over to your bike. You handed him a helmet, and he started strapping it on.
âShould I drive?â He asked.
You blinked at him, your face going blank despite him not being able to see it.
âIâm sorry?â
âIâve been hiding in Bucharest for a while,â Bucky explained. âI know some discreet spots where they wonât find us.â
Even though neither of you could see the otherâs expression, you couldnât shake the feeling that Bucky was testing your competenceâand on top of everything that had led to this moment, especially that little conversation with Steve, your patience was wearing dangerously thin.
âBarnes, I assure you that whatever spot youâre thinking of, a SWAT team is already sweeping it.â You revved the engine. âGet on.â
Bucky muffled a deep sigh inside his helmet. Based on his stiff posture, you thought he might argue, but he finally conceded, swinging his long leg over the back of the seat.
As you gripped the handlebars, you waited for him to hold on, but nothing happened.
Glancing at your side mirrors, you saw him awkwardly plant his hands at the edge of his seat, leaning back as far away from you as the space would allow.
âIâm gonna need you to hold on,â you ordered without looking back.
Bucky hesitated, not moving an inch.
Annoyed, you killed the revving engine for a second and glared at him over your shoulder. âDo you want to fall off?â
Bucky still didnât budge. He kept his posture uncomfortably stiff, his eyes boring down at the empty space between his hips and the arch of your back.
âIâll be fine right here.â
You couldnât believe the gall of this guy. You had been tasked with something that was supposed to be so simpleâtedious, sure, but easy enoughâyet he was making your job twice as difficult. You glared at him through your visor, your voice strict even through the muffle of your headgear.
âSteve entrusted me to look after you. If he finds out on the evening news that his most wanted best friend fell off the back of my motorcycle and got captured by the government, then heâs never going to talk to me again. And everyone who is risking their lives for you did it all for nothing because you chose to be stubborn. Now, I am not going to repeat myself. Hold. On. To. Me.â
You couldnât make out his expression, but slowly and reluctantly, he leaned forward and wrapped his thick arms around your waist.
âTighter,â you commanded.
From the short time Bucky had known you, he already knew there was no point in arguing.
He let out a sigh into his helmet and wrapped his arms around you just a little tighter than beforeâbut still kept his hold loose and, well⌠as respectful as he could manage.
âBucky, I need you to hold me tighter,â you urged again.
It had already been a good five minutes since everyone leftâand here you were, stuck with the man who, if caught, could risk your life and your position, all because he refused to hold onto you properly.
To you, this was nothing but a nuisance.
But for BuckyâŚ
Bucky was holding onto every thread and reminder left from the forties of what it meant to be a respectful man. Especially since it had been so long since heâd not only been this close to a woman, but held one.
âTighter!â you shrieked, patience finally snapping.
âFuck, you know what? Fine!â he snapped back, adjusting his hips so that his chest was pressed up right against your back, wrapping his strong arms around you tightly enough to make you gasp.
âIs that tight enough for you?â
âPerfect,â you croaked sarcastically.
Without giving him another second to respond, you kicked the bike into gear and finally steered it out of the garage.
You were determined to keep your pride intact. His broad chest was pressed up against your back, trapping your body heat until your leather jacket felt burning hot against your skin. His metal arm was a hard band across your midsection, while his flesh arm gripped you still.
You were so small compared to him. He could easily take overâyet here he was, being your obedient puppy.
âWhere are you taking me?â Bucky shouted over the rush of wind as the two of you whipped through the busy streets of Bucharest.
âTo an amusement park,â you shouted back. âDonât you want to ride a roller coaster?â
Bucky let out a tired sigh.
You managed to find sanctuary at an abandoned, overgrown rooftop greenhouse. Located on the very outskirts of Bucharest, it was far enough from the city center to avoid suspicion, but still close enough to keep your comms within range of Steve.
You paced the rooftop, feeling restless as your mind overworked with what Steve and the rest of the team could be doing right now.
Were they already fighting? Would Stark actually listen to reason and put all of this to rest?
Letting out a defeated sigh, you kicked a stray pebble, watching it skid across the concrete of the rooftop.
âThis is ridiculous,â you mumbled to yourself. âStuck on babysitting duty when I should be out there.â
Lifting your head, your eyes locked onto Bucky. He was standing dangerously close to the edge of the roof, peering down at the distant streets below.
âHey!â you barked, pointing a finger at him like a mother scolding a child. âStep away from the edge! Youâre going to fall.â
âIâm just keeping a lookout,â Bucky mumbled, his back still facing you as he refused to step away from the edge.
âYouâre just making my job harder than it already is,â you argued, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
You pointed aggressively to the dusty wooden crate tucked against the brick wall.
âJust go sit over there or something.â
Buckyâs brow twitched the same time his patience snapped. He turned around to finally face you, his jaw clenched so tight his molars were crying for help.
âWould you stop talking to me like Iâm a child?â he snapped, stepping away from the edgeânot because you had ordered him to, but to match your hostile stance as he stalked toward you. âIâm sorry you got stuck with the shitty job of watching over me, but I can handle myself just fine, thanks.â
His defensive outburst made you raise a brow.
âOh, really? You can handle yourself just fine?â you crossed your arms and scoffed. âIs that why the entire global government is hunting you down right now? Is that why Steve had to throw away his entire reputation just to keep you out of a cage? Because youâve got it all handled?â
Buckyâs chest heaved, his fingers curling into tight fists at his sides.
The mention of Steveâs sacrifice definitely hit a nerve, you could see the guilt in his eyes.
A part of you wished you hadnât said it at all, and you were just about ready swallow your pride and apologize, untilâŚ
âYouâre from the Red Room,â he said, stepping closer. An involuntary shudder went down your spine. âYouâve done terrible things in the pastâjust as I have. You know exactly what itâs like to have someone like Steve bend over backwards for lowlifes like us.â
You didnât realize just how close he was standing until his hot breath hit your face, only shortening your temper.
âWe donât ask for the help, yet they do it for us anyway,â Buckyâs voice graveled into a whisper. âDonât talk down to me like you donât know what itâs like. When in fact, youâre worseââ
You were already seeing red before he could even finish his sentence.
You quickly unsheathed a pocket knife from your belt and lunged at him, aiming straight for his throat just as a threat to silence him.
âYou donât know a damn thing about me!â
But Bucky was faster.
He brought his metal forearm up just in time to block the blade, making an ugly scraping sound. He twisted his wrist to disarm you, but your grip on the knife was tight. While one arm was held captive by his, you used your other to try and deliver a punchâwhich he also dodged.
You resorted to your legs, bucking them up to deliver hard kicks to his stomach. He grunted after each hit your leg managed to put out, but his hands moved quickly to grab the collar of your jacket and hurl you backwards to the nearest wall.
You cried out, face scrunching into a wince as your back slammed into hard brick.
The impact made you drop your knife. Bucky pressed his heavy body right against yours, aggressively tucking his legs between your thighs so you couldnât use the space to swing your knees at him again.
âI canât believe this is who Steve decided to trust me with,â he hissed in your face.
âGet off of me!â you yelled, squirming beneath his body.
âYou drew your knife at me,â Bucky roared back. âMaybe Steve was right. All you Widows have a tendency to break your vows whenever things go even remotely south for youââ
You werenât going to sit there and take his insults. Gritting your teeth with a brace, you pulled your head back and slammed your forehead directly into his face.
Bucky groaned out in pain, his grip on you loosening as he stumbled back with a hand to his face. Seizing the small window of opportunity, you shoved his chest away and dove towards the floor, reaching for the dropped pocket knife.
Before your fingers could even brush the hilt, his large hands grabbed you from behind and slammed you right back into the brick wall again.
You let out a breathless gasp as your face was forcefully squished up against the brick.
Buckyâs flesh hand came to the back of your head, pushing your skull firmly against the wall to keep your vision pinned away from him. At the same time, his metal hand gathered both your wrists behind your back, locking your two arms prone.
âLet go of me!â
You started to violently squirm and writhe, trying to buck your back against himâto tire him out, but Bucky moved his entire lower body to seal the space. His hips pressed tightly up against your bottom, his chest to your back, pinning you completely helpless as you were left trapped between him and the wall.
âNo. I donât care if youâre Steveâs friend, or if Steve respects you,â Bucky hissed, his breath right at your ear. âIf I find my life in dangerâafter finally being free from Hydra, Iâll kill anyone who gets in my way. Even you.â
Buckyâs chest was heaving against your back.
He was angry.
He hated how much a woman like you could get under his skin with just a few sarcastic words and petty jabs.
One moment he was flustered just holding onto your waist during the bike ride, and now, he had you pinned up against the wall, your life completely in his hands.
You grit your teeth. âDammit, Barnesââ
ââdo you hear me? Hello? Anyone copy?â
You and Bucky froze. His eyes went wide as he leaned his head down toward the earpiece tucked just behind your earlobe where Steveâs voice was emitting. You glared at Bucky through the corner of your eye.
âSteveâs calling for me. I canât answer it unless you let me go.â
âStatus check. Code Blue-Alpha. Repeat, Code Blue-Alpha. Do you copy?â
Bucky was hesitant.
He didnât want to let you goâafraid that you might actually threaten his life again the second he backed off.
Instead of releasing you, his metal hand kept the tight grip on both your wrists, while his flesh hand finally let your head free. Shifting his body closer, his finger reached around to press the button on your earpiece, activating the channel and allowing you to speak.
âSteve,â you breathed, catching your breath. âIâm here.â
âThere you are!â Steve let out a relieved, staticky sigh through the comms. âHow are things over there? Are you two alright?â
You and Bucky side eyed each other.
The situation was ridiculousâthe two of you were still tangled in each otherâs limbs, bodies pressed tight against one another, chests heaving in sync as the adrenaline from the fight slowly began to die down.
âWeâre fine,â you lied. âYour boyfriendâs still alive.â
Bucky huffed a disbelieving laugh right against your ear. He didnât say it out loud, but you could already hear his thoughts. This fucking woman.
Steve wasnât laughing, however. His voice was serious.
âListen to me carefully. We just got word that there are traps set up around the highest points of Bucharest. Theyâre wired to release an airborne toxinâspecifically meant to target the biology of a super soldier.â
You watched Buckyâs eyes. His brows furrowed, concentrating on Steveâs voice as his grip on your wrists loosened slightly.
âTheyâre trying to smoke him out,â you reasoned. âWhat about the regular civilians? Will it affect them?â
âNo. Just us. Iâm already wearing a rebreather mask on my end,â Steve continued with a rasp. It sounded like he was running from something. âBut Bucky doesnât have one. You need to keep him inside and be extremely careful.â
There was a cold knot forming in the pit of your stomach.
Steve was thinking about Bucky, and Bucky was thinking about himself, but neither of them knew your full medical historyâhow could they?
During your time in the Red Room, they had pumped your veins full of a biochemical serum. It wasnât the exact super soldier formula that created Captain America, but it was a heavily modified variation meant to enhance your physical abilities, speed up your healing, and maximize your strength.
It was what made you into a Widow. And right now, you had no idea if that same chemical footprint was enough to trigger the airborne toxin.
âSteve,â you swallowed hard, your voice shaking with worry. âHow is Natasha doing? Is she with you?â
If Natasha was fine, then maybe you would be, too.
Behind you, Bucky must have sensed the sudden spike of panic in your posture. He took a step back and finally released his tight grip on your wristsârelinquishing his hold over your body.
He inhaled a deep breath to steady himself, but stopped midway, choking as if something had gotten stuck in his lungs. His chest hitched. He sniffed the air again, letting out a harsh, hacking cough in return.
âFuckââ Bucky choked out, his hand flying to his throat.
You spun around, catching the way Bucky stumbled blindly against a wooden crate. Your heart started to race in a panic.
âSteve?â you called into the earpiece, your eyes scanning the rooftop for any signs of the trap he had just mentioned over comms. âSteve, do you copy?â
There was no answer.
The static on the other end had cut out completely. Steve had already ended the line to focus on his own escapeâeither that, or his comms had been jammed. You tapped the button behind your earlobe again desperately, but there was nothing.
âSteve! Respond!â
Bucky called your name from where he held himself against the crateâa sound that was broken, small, and almost whiny.
âBucky!â you cried out, abandoning the comm line completely and focusing entirely on the man you were tasked to protect. âAre you okay?â
âHot,â he winced, letting out a deep groan. âIt feels... hot.â
You knelt by his side, the palm of your hand flying to his forehead to check his temperature. Your eyes widened at how warm he had suddenly become. He wasnât nearly this hot when he had you pressed up against the wall just mere seconds ago.
âFuck. Did the toxins get to you already? But how! Weâre on the outskirtsââ
Bucky lazily raised a finger just past your head. You whipped your head around, squinting past the sunlight that pierced the clouds.
There, you saw a hazy, almost pollen like fog beginning to drift from across the rooftop building far from you.
âShit,â you cursed, wrapping your arm around his waist and positioning his heavy arm over your shoulders to help him up.
âCome on, weâve gotta hide you somewhere. Youâre too weak to run if you get caught.â
You tried lifting him up, but he was too heavy to carry just on your own. You groaned beneath him, using every bit of your strength to try and keep him steady.
While you struggled, Buckyâs breathing grew heavier. His eyes were half lidded and unfocusedâhe could barely keep them open.
âStay with me, Bucky,â you murmured against him with a grunt, dragging your feet to get him inside the greenhouse.
It was a glass enclosure, but the walls were muddied with dirt and the plants were overgrown enough to provide decent cover. It wasnât as indoors as youâd like, but it was the closest place you could take him with your current strength.
Buckyâs eyes fluttered down to you, letting out a heavy sigh.
âI think⌠I need to sit.â
Suddenly, he felt like he was suffocating in his own clothes. The breeze in Bucharest was cool, but his body felt like it was burning up from the inside. What was even worse was your touchâhaving your body pressed up against his made him react in ways he never thought he would.
Or at least, not anytime soon.
You stumbled over an overgrown branch, losing your balance and your grip on Bucky.
âShitâIâm sorry,â you mumbled.
Bucky lay on the ground, adjusting his body so that he was flat on his back. His heart was beating rapidly in his chest, the organ trying to tear its way out. His vision and mind went hazy, and his flesh hand was clammy.
The tension was even worse whenever he looked at you. His pupils would dilate the second his eyes landed on your body, his breath getting stuck in his throat.
You knelt down, trying to get your hands under his arms to haul him back up, but Bucky flinched away with a sharp hiss.
âNo,â he rasped. âDonât⌠donât touch me.â
You furrowed your brows. You had no idea what kind of side effects the airborne toxins had been releasedâSteve hadnât specified. But right now, you couldnât afford to stand around and ponder it. You groaned, trying to lift him up one more time, but your body suddenly felt even weaker than before.
Your knees buckled as a strange aroma began to drift into your nose. It was a musky, almost tangy smell filling the deep pockets of your lungs.
âW-what the hellâŚ?â
Buckyâs chest rose and fell heavily from where he lay on the floor, his dark, half lidded eyes meeting yours. âDo you feel it, too?â
Meeting Buckyâs eyes in this state was the worst thing you could have possibly done.
Suddenly, the greenhouse felt smallerâa glass enclosure closing in on the two of you. Your body felt molten, and you wanted nothing more than to strip your clothes off.
Grunting, you began to pull down the zipper of your jacket, and Bucky inhaled sharply.
âHeyâwhat⌠what are you doing?â
âItâs hot,â you breathed, your head spinning. âNeed to take my jacket off.â
The heat inside your own skin was hurting, but for Bucky, it was absolute torture.
The super soldier serum in his veins processed the toxin at an accelerated rate, making his flesh feel like it was working overtime. His blood was rushingâhot and heavyâpooling lower until he was completely and unapologetically hard under his pants.
He wanted to rip his own clothes off. He just hoped you wouldnât notice the tent poking between his legsâor maybe a dark part of him did, and he wanted you to offer to take care of it.
Fuck. What was he thinking?
But it wasnât like you were thinking straight, either. Abandoning your jacket, you were left in just a tank top that clung tightly to your chest, offering Bucky a full view of your tits. You knelt right back down beside him, your hands clumsily reaching for his shoulders to lift him up again.
This was going bad for Bucky.
Too close.
Too close. Too close. Too close.
Bucky caught your scentâa natural floral and feminine smell mixed with an underlying musk of sweat that made his head spin with an overwhelmingly dangerous amount of desire.
âStop,â Bucky choked out, his voice dropping deep and dangerous.
His right hand shot out, wrapping tightly around your bare wrist, while his metal hand gripped your hip to keep you from leaning any closer.
âDonât... donât do this. Get away from me right now.â
âBucky,â you panted. âI need you to get up for me.â
âI canât,â he groaned, letting his head fall back against the floor. âI mean it. Move away⌠or I swear to God, I wonât be able to control myselfââ
Your gaze drifted down his body, your eyes widening at the prominent bulge waiting for you between his large, strong legs.
It throbbed and twitched beneath his pants, growing harder and more unbearable by the second.
This position was too compromisingâtoo vulnerable, and far too dangerous for you both.
Bucky had no strength to get up on his own, and you could feel your own body betraying you by the second. You would have to relieve this for him now, or it would be doom for you both.
âGoddammit,â you cursed, bracing yourself mentally.
You moved to cradle Bucky between your thighs, mounting his lap while he was pinned weak to the floor.
His eyelids flew open, and he used all the strength left in his body to lift his head and stare up at you, bewildered and off guard.
âWhat the hell are you doingâ!â
âWe need to take care of this,â you muttered, grinding your hips tight and firm against his, making him let out a groan.
âWe need to fix your problem before they find us. They set up that trap not too far from this building. Thereâs a chance theyâre already scouting it out. Itâs only a matter of timeââ
Buckyâs eyes were filled with hungry lust as he stared at the point where your hips were rubbing against his. He was so hard it fucking hurt. He didnât dare touch youâbecause if his hands made contact with your waist, with that warm, smooth skin just beneath your tank top that was begging to be licked, he would probably embarrass himself and cum in his pants right then and there.
âShitâwait. Hold on. Iâfuck.â
You reached for his zipper, tugging it down, and the sudden movement made his hips buck up against yours.
âNowâs not the time to talk, Barnes,â you panted, the toxin blurring your thoughts. âWe need to take care of this now, or weâll be in deep trouble. And Steveâll have my headââ
âFuck, shit. Waitâ! Iâve neverâŚâ
You were losing your patience. You stopped your hands, glaring down at him. âNever what, Barnes?â
His face burned an embarrassing shade of red. He refused to look at you, his eyes suddenly far more interested in the overgrown plants next to him than your face.
âIâve never had⌠sex,â he admitted quietly, swallowing hard.
Oh.
Oh.
Bucky was a virgin?
âOh my god,â you whispered.
You felt incredibly foolish straddling him with your hands still hovering over his open zipper.
You felt shamefulâyou felt like a harlot, throwing yourself onto him and thinking you could resolve this entire crisis just by getting him off with a few strokes. You felt dirty, humiliated, and deeply guilty.
âIâm so sorry,â you stammered, quickly scrambling off his lap.
Your legs felt like jellyâa testament to the toxin fully taking hold of your own system.
âShit. Iâm so sorry, Bucky. I didnât know. I mean, that doesnât excuse it, butââ
âNo,â Bucky rasped, his hand catching your wrist before you could back away entirely.
His grip on you was so tight and dominant, it felt like a pickaxe slowly chipping away at your remaining resolve.
âDonât go,â he broke out, his voice a desperate, tortured rasp. âPlease. Keep going. It hurts. I need you to relieve it.â
If he had said that to reassure you, you felt anything but. In fact, you felt even guiltier because of how broken and desperate he sounded.
âBucky, I canât.â
His brows knitted together tightly, his face twisting unpleasantlyâhe was upset.
âWhy the hell not?â
âBecauseââ
âBecause what!â he barked back, rolling onto his side to give you his full attention. You tried really hard not to look at the outline of his hard cock pressing against his pants. âYou threw yourself onto me. You promised Steve youâd take care of meâso youâre going to come back here and finish it.â
âBucky, Iâm not going to be your first!â you yelled out, and that finally stunned him into silence.
Your chest was heaving with a frustration you didnât even know how to name.
With confusion and a flash of embarrassment taking over his gaze, his fingers finally loosened, releasing your wrist reluctantly.
âIâm sorry,â you said, much softer this time. âIâm sorry. Just⌠if you need a minute to take care of it yourself, Iâll be over thereââ you pointed to the far end of the greenhouse ââIâll keep watch.â
âAnd what about you?â he asked, his dark eyes trailing down your body in a way that did absolutely nothing to help your situation. âDonât you need to take care of yourself, too? You feel it, donât you? That⌠primal need.â
You pressed your lips tight and tore your gaze away, not trusting yourself to look at his pained, desperate expression. You couldnât look at the way his body was open and inviting you back in, or the way his voice went so coarse when he said the word need.
âIâll be fine.â
You were not fine. And Bucky certainly wasnât, either.
You tried to keep your concentration focused outside the greenhouse, forcing your hazy eyes to stare through the glass panes to keep watch. But your gaze kept betraying you, drifting right back to the corner to watch Bucky where he sat propped up against a wooden crate, his legs spread wide.
His chest was still rising and falling heavily, his long hair damp with sweat and falling over his darkened eyes.
You had told him to take care of his business, but he hadnât made a single move since you stepped away from him. Your own urges were becoming impossible to control, too. You found yourself squeezing your thighs tightly together, trying to find any form of friction, any relief from the ache that had been building up ever since the toxin first wafted into your lungs.
It didnât help that you could feel Buckyâs eyes on you, watching you from behind, tracing your silhouette.
It felt telepathicâas if his silent gaze was speaking directly to your body, knowing you wanted exactly what he was desperately craving too.
No. You couldnât go to him.
If you walked up to him right now, neither of you would have any control left, and you would both submit to the drug completely.
He was a virgin. You couldnât take something so precious from him. He had already been through a lifetime of torture and lost autonomy. You wouldnât be able to live with yourself if you took his first time over a stupid, weaponized toxin.
Sex was meant to be reserved for someone specialâand you were far from it.
âBucky,â you finally called out, still refusing to turn around and look at him. âAre you okay back there?â
ââŚNo,â he muttered with a thick rasp. âCome here.â
You sucked in a breath.
Every instinct in your brain was telling you stay exactly where you were, but your body was entirely out of your control now.
Your feet dragged you across the dirty floor until you were standing over him again.
You dropped to your knees in front of him with a sigh. Trying to frame it as purely medical check, you lifted a hand and pressed your palm flat against his forehead to check his temperature once more.
He was still burning up, but the fever felt even worse.
Every hot breath he exhaled hit your exposed collarbones, and the way he was sittingâlegs spread wide with you kneeling directly between themâmade you feel like a mouse being lured into a trap.
Realizing just how dangerous this proximity was, you swallowed hard and began to pull your hand away. But Bucky didnât let you. His fingers wrapped tightly around your wrist to hold you back. He let his heavy eyelids flutter shut and slowly leaned his head into your touch, rubbing his stubbled cheek right against your warm, open palm.
âStay,â Bucky pleaded as he his metal hand came to hold your hip. âStay here. I need you.â
A breathless groan rumbled warmly into your palm. You froze, your eyes locked onto him as you watched the lethal super soldierâthe very man who had pinned you up against the wall just minutes agoâunravel helplessly right in front of you.
As he held you there, you felt an unbearable heat trickle between your legs.
Your cunt pulsed, and you squeezed your thighs tightly together to soothe the desperate ache spreading through your lower body.
The friction was a temporary fix, but the tight grind of your thighs only made you ache for more.
Bucky nuzzled his face deeper into your palm, inhaling your scent like a dying man catching a breath of fresh air.
Then, his parted lips pressed a soft, wet kiss against the center of your hand. And another one. Then another, right against the inner skin of your wrist.
âBucky⌠what are youââ
âPlease,â Bucky whispered against your skin, looking up at you through his dark, thick lashes.
His eyes were dilated, the blue completely washed out by a lust that made you burn from the inside out.
âI need you.â
âYou⌠You donât know what youâre saying,â you muttered, shaking your head in a desperate attempt to find your reason.
Bucky held your hand tighter, refusing to give you any chance to escape.
âPlease, donât go. FuckâI need you so bad, it hurts,â he choked out. âThis ache wonât go away until you help me take care of it.â
His eyes never left yours. Under normal circumstances, every confession leaving his lips should have left him feeling deeply ashamed or embarrassed. But right now, he didnât care. His body was on fire, and your touch was only stroking each and every flame.
âI know Iâm a virgin, but I donât careâand you shouldnât, either,â Bucky rasped.
His large hand covered yours, forcing your palm down his chestâslick and damp with sweatâuntil he guided your hand directly over the heavy erection waiting for you beneath his pants.
âI can make you feel so good. I can fix this for both of us. Please.â He begged.
You let out a shudder as his large hand swallowed yours, guiding your palm to slide up and down against the length of his cock. Even through the denim, you could feel him throb and harden rapidly beneath your touch, his breathing turning incredibly shallow and fast.
âIt hurts so bad,â he groaned, his eyes unhinged by the toxin. âDoesnât it hurt you, too?â
You looked down, biting your lip hard at the sight of Buckyâs thick bulge pressing directly against your fingers. He twitched beneath your touch.
There was nothing you wanted more than to finish the job you had started earlierâto finish unzipping his pants, sink right down onto him, and show him exactly what it felt like to be inside a woman for the very first time.
But you couldnât.
Not like this.
âBucky, I canâtââ you whispered so softly, it sounded like a whine. âI canât be your first.â
Bucky trembled a sigh, his head falling back against the wooden crate. But he didnât let go of your wrist. He began to subtly shift his weight, rocking his hips up in a tilt that forced his thick length to slide right against your captive palm.
âWhy not?â he murmured, deep and gravelly. âYou donât think⌠you donât think Iâd do a good job?â
His question was so innocent, though the very thing he was doing wasnât. He kept grinding his clothed cock into your handâseeking pleasure from just your palmâand you felt yourself going insane.
âNo, itâs not that,â you tried to pull your hand back, but he held you tight, using your trapped hand for his own pleasure. âSex is supposed to be something that you save. And your virginity is something you give away to someone special. Not⌠not a casual teammateânot someone like meââ
Bucky interrupted you with a groan, his hips bucking up higher against your palm. All of your words went in one ear and out the other. The only thing he could process right now was how good your hand feltâand how much better it would feel if he sunk into something tight, wet, and warm.
Like your mouth⌠or yourâŚ
âI donât care about any of that,â he choked out.
His hips rolled into your palm with a needy jerk.
âI need this. I need you. Iâd be more than happy to give it to you. FuckâIâll give it to you so good. Youâre the one I want. I need youââ
Buckyâs mouth dropped into an o shape, a sharp hiss of breath filling his lungs as his hips bucked uncontrollably. His eyes never left yours as he suddenly started spilling in his pants. A warm, thick liquid began to seep through his jeans, leaving your fingers sticky with his seed and musk.
You couldnât believe it.
Bucky had just finished right in his pants.
âBuckyâŚâ
His face was unreadable.
His head was tilted back against the crate, his eyes boring into yours through heavy lids and long lashes. He was breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath while letting his cum shamelessly pool in the tight space of his pants.
You figured heâd pull your hand away any second nowâthat finally releasing all that pent up frustration would make him feel well enough to move to a safer location.
You tried not to point it out to save him from the embarrassment. And most importantly, you tried not to give in to the intense sensation of his warm spunk right beneath your fingertips.
âYou should be feeling better now, right? We should keep movingââ
With his grip on your wrist tightening, he hauled you forward until you collapsed back to the ground. Two strong arms wrapped completely around your body, caging you flush against his chest.
Your kneesâalready so weakâforced you to straddle his lap. Your hands flew to his broad shoulders for balance as you found yourself perched directly over his ruined pants.
âHeyâwhat are youâ!â
Bucky nuzzled his face straight into the crook of your neck, his hot, erratic breaths turning into open mouthed kisses against your skin.
âMore,â he begged, the deep vibration of his voice tickling you. âSânot enough. I need more.â
Your breath hitched when his hands started to roam over your body. His fingers tickled beneath the hem of your tank top, the metal fingers cooling your skin and making you gasp out loud from the sudden cold.
No.
I wonât let this happen.
I refuse to be Buckyâs first.
But despite your emotional turmoil, you couldnât bring yourself to pull away. Not with the way his hands were roaming around your body, claiming every inch of you as his through touch alone. Not with the way he was looking at you, his mouth parted with desperation.
And especially not when he had just let himself spill in his jeans from nothing but your touch and closeness.
âI know you feel it too,â Bucky rasped against your neck. âI know youâre wet down there, begging to be touched. Begging to be filled. I can fix you, baby. Just let me take care of you, please.â
He pulled back slightly, looking up at you with wide puppy blue eyes that made your heart ache and your pussy clench.
âCan I kiss you?â
You searched his gaze, breathless. âYou want to kiss me?â
His metal hand left your waist, slowly crawling up your spine until his fingers tangled firmly in the hair at the back of your head, keeping your eyes pinned to his. His pupils were completely blown out, his gaze demanding an answer right now.
You should have said no. You should have pushed his chest, reminded him of the drug, and scrambled away to safety.
He was a virgin, sure. But with the way he was looking at you while holding you tightâyou felt like you were going to be ravaged.
But your resolve was already a fragile thing. And with the way he was looking at you, you knew you were in too deep. Your body was hurtingâaching for him in the exact same ways he was aching for you. The only way you two could fix it was each other.
You pressed your lips hard against his, and Bucky let out a rough, needy sound into your mouth.
His grip tightened in your hair, pulling you deeper into the kiss.
The fever burned through your veins, and the way his tongue danced with yours only made the fire burn hotter. He was tasting you, broken whimpers tearing from his lips with every slick slide of his tongue. Saliva mixed together, leaving you both completely breathless, your lips and limbs tangled.
You rolled your hips back, grinding yourself deeper against Buckyâs pelvis.
His cock twitched inside his jeans, poking hard against you. You didnât know howâbut he felt even bigger and harder than he had before.
âI canât take it anymore,â he panted against your mouth. âFuck, I canâtâI need to feel you. Need to be inside you.â
His hands scrambled down to your waist, his fingers fumbling with the button of your pants. He popped it open with a rough tugâthreatening to break the button itselfâas his knuckles brushed against your hot skin.
Bucky groaned at the sight.
The lace of your panties was poking through the opening, damp with sweat and your scent. He inhaled deeply, and you wondered just how much his heightened senses were actually taking you in.
When he let out a satisfied sigh, you knew he could smell everything.
âLook at you,â he praised, his eyes tracing the curves of your body. âYouâre so beautiful. It makes me want to ruin you.â
You chuckledâa sound that came out raspy and sultry without your intention, making Buckyâs cock twitch beneath you.
âQuite a bold statement for someone whoâs never had sex before,â you teased, your hands trailing slowly down his chest.
Buckyâs jaw tightened. He accepted your challenge, gripping the waistband of your unzipped pants and yanking them down your thighs.
The moment your bare skin was exposed to the cool air, Bucky wasted no time traveling his eyes down the expanse of your legs. Catching his bottom lip between his teeth to keep from drooling like a madman, his gaze raked over the inner and outer curves of your thighs. His mouth went dry at the sight of the little wet spot that had collected near your clit.
His large hands slid up your thighs and behind you, squeezing your ass firmly in his rough palms.
âSo fucking beautiful,â he growled, his thumb swiping over your clit, smearing your own juice all over the lace.
âFuckâyouâve been dripping all this time. You need this just as bad as I do, and youâve been holding back?â
You swallowed hard. âItâs not too late. We donât have toâoh!â
You cried out once his fingers slipped past the hem of your panties. His fingers dipped between your folds, collecting your arousal with embarrassing wet noises as he tried to rub at your clit.
âNo, Bucky⌠itâs right hereââ You grabbed his forearm, guiding him to the right spot, and arched your back with a sharp cry when he started rubbing deep circles against the sensitive bud.
âOh my god,â you gasped.
This was the pleasure you were looking forâbut it wasnât nearly enough.
There was an empty ache deep inside you that was begging to be filled. But you werenât going to demand that of him just yet, in case he changed his mind.
A lazy, boyish smile tugged at his lips as he watched you come undone from his fingers.
âYeah?â he huffed out a breath. âThat feel good, baby?â
âYesâdonât stop, please,â you cried helplessly.
His other hand lifted your tank top up and over your head, quickly unhooking your bra to fully reveal your tits. With a low grunt, he leaned forward, capturing one of your perky nipples into the wet warmth of his mouth.
You moaned loudly, your hand flying to the back of his head and giving his hair a hard, desperate tug. He liked that a lot, moaning against your skin in pleasure.
Buckyâs tongue swirled around your nipple, licking and sucking until you were arching off his lap at his mercy.
He was making a beautiful mess of you, switching between both buds and letting his mouth worship your body. His rough stubble tickled your chest while his fingers continued their clumsy work down below, sliding through your slick folds and rubbing messy circles right against your clit.
The wet, squelching sounds of his fingers moving against your soaking flesh filled the greenhouseâthe filth of it only making you wetter and causing the toxin to course even harder.
He suddenly pulled his mouth away from your chest, a string of saliva connecting his lips to your skin, and finally looked up at you.
His lips and chin were slick and shining from giving your breasts such sloppy, adoring kisses.
âI need to be inside you,â he pleaded. âPlease⌠I need to put it in. I need to stuff you so full of me, baby. Please, let me fuck you.â
Your eyes searched Buckyâs.
He looked like an even bigger mess than before. He looked and sounded utterly helpless, his chest rising and falling heavily, his face tight with an expression that made it look like he was physically hurting.
Even though he had just come in his pants moments ago, he needed so much more.
You knew that once you gave in to him completely, there would be no holding back for either of you. He would have to live with the fact that you would be his first.
âI know what youâre thinking,â Bucky slowly slipped his hand out of your panties, bringing his fingers up to his lips and licking the juices clean. âYouâre scared, but Iâm not. I know what I want, and what I want right now is you.â
Bucky gripped your waist, raising you off his lap and pinning you flat against the ground.
He slipped his large body directly between your legs, his strong thighs forcing yours wide open as he covered your frame with his.
Your hair was messy across the dirt floor, framing your face as you laid beneath him breathless. The toxin was taking over control of your bodyâevery single nerve demanding to be touched by the man between your legs.
You felt like you were in heat, consumed by a fever that only Bucky could cure.
His eyes fell over your body, tracing your tits and stomach, his gaze locking onto the way your pantiesâalready a soaked messâlooked like they were begging to be torn away by his teeth.
âIâm sorry,â he murmured, his hands making quick work of your underwear.
With a harsh tug and a sharp tearing sound, the fabric gave away.
âIâm so sorry for what Iâm about to do to you.â
Your panties didnât even make it past your knees before tearing clean off your thighs. You winced slightly.
It was dizzying to think about how you had found the strength to fight Bucky earlier, only to now be reduced to a breathless, aching mess over a piece of torn fabric.
Bucky leaned back on his heels, unbuckling his belt and shoving open his unzipped, stained denim jeans.
The moment he pulled his cock free, it sprang forward then backâthe tip slapping against his abdomen.
He was thick, his cock fully engorged and begging to be wrapped in something tight and warm. Pre-cum glistened at the tip, trailing down his shaft and mixing with the creamy white essence from his earlier release.
His eyes were glued to your soaking center, legs spread wide and inviting. His jaw slacked as he lazily pumped himself at the shaft, prepping his cock for your warm embrace.
He claimed he was a virgin, but the way he was looking at you with such a hungry look in his eyes made you think otherwise.
âBucky,â you breathed, heart racing. âAre you sure you want to do this? With⌠me?â
Bucky leaned over your body, using his metal elbow to prop himself up while he slapped the tip of his cock against your entrance.
You werenât sure where he learned that from, but the dirty act left you clenching around nothing.
âThe more you ask, the harder it is for me to stay in control,â he gritted through clenched teeth. âIâm just gonna have to stuff you full of my cock just to prove how much I want you.â
You craned your neck, watching Bucky rub his tip up and down your foldsâsmearing his pre-cum while coating his shaft in your own slick juice.
When he positioned himself right at your opening and poked gently, testing your stretch, your folds immediately parted for him. You were so wet and pliable from the toxin that you were sure he would slip right in without a fight, despite how big he was.
âJust⌠just enough to get rid of the side effects, okay?â you muttered, though it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than him.
Bucky either didnât hear you, or maybe he did and he just chose to ignore it.
With a clench of his jaw, he slowly pushed his hips forward, his eyes glued to the spot where your cunt wrapped around the head of his cock.
The sensation was delicious. Your body was burning hot, tight, and dangerously wet. He had only sunk the tip in, but it was already the greatest thing he had ever felt in his life. His eyes rolled back as a deep groan tore in his chest.
âOhhhâŚâ
Despite the toxin making your body more accommodating, you were still tighter than either of you expected.
You were being stretched completely and fully as Bucky kept going, relentlessly sinking his cock all the way inside until his dark, hairy base pressed flush against your folds. He was so big, and a part of you was grateful that he had already come once before thisâbecause right now, his entire body was shaking with an uncontrollable need.
âSo goddamn tight,â he cursed, his face twisting that looked almost like pain. âI never⌠fuck, I never expected pussy to feel this good⌠Christ.â
He stilled inside you, letting your body adjust to his size. But in reality, he was the one who needed time to adjust to your tightness.
You paced your breathing. Being stretched full by him made you want to scream at him to hurry up and move, to fuck you right into the dirt floor of the greenhouseâbut you couldnât make that kind of demand of a virgin.
Since it was his first time, despite the unfortunate circumstances, you were going to guide him gently.
âHold me here,â you murmured, taking his hands and guiding them back to your thighs. âFeel me. Itâs soft, isnât it?â
Bucky breathed hard, nodding as he held you.
âWhen youâre ready, just move your hips nice and slow. Take your time.â
His face fell into a tight scowl, as if displeased with that order.
Every single one of his base instincts was screaming at him to fuck you hard and fastâto claim every surface of your pussy with his cock.
âFâfine,â he reluctantly agreed, his voice strained. He gripped your thighs tightly, spreading you open as he began rocking his hips back and forth.
His eyes were glossy with desire, transfixed by the sight of his cock disappearing in and out of your body.
A thick, creamy white ring was forming around the base of his shaft, staining the unruly dark curls that sat at his pelvis.
Every time he pulled out, he made sure to sink back in even deeper, rolling his hips forward until the tip of his cock kissed your cervix.
Your eyes rolled back, your hands clutching his broad shoulders as he buried himself inside you.
âFuck⌠just like that,â you moaned. âKeep going.â
âDoes⌠does that feel good?â He swallowed hard, fingers digging deeper into your thigh.
You nodded fast. âSo goodâI donât want you to stop. Please, donât stop.â
Your breathless plea made him scowl , a frustrated snarl leaving his lips.
âThis is torture.â He groaned.
You furrowed your brows, looking at his angry expression in concern. Torture? That wasnât what sex was supposed to feel like. The last thing you wanted to do was hurt him.
âBucky,â you said, pressing your hand against his sweating chest. âIf this is hurting you, we need to stop right now. Pull out of meââ
You gasped as his metal hand circled tight around your wrist, prying it away from his chest and pinning it over your head. He slammed you back to the floor, his large body shadowing yours as his face hovered.
His dark eyes bored deeply into yoursâand you felt like if you so much as looked away, he might take it as a threat.
âNo, I canâtâI canât do slow,â he growled. âThe drug in my veins, itâs like it's yelling at me to take what I want. And what I want is to fuck you until you cry.â
Your breath left your lungs as Bucky slammed his hips forward, burying himself inside you.
He pulled out halfway before fucking right back in, a broken gasp leaving your lips as you arched your back against the floor from the pleasure. You hadnât expected him to fuck you this hardâbeing a virgin and allâbut you couldnât complain.
You had been craving to be taken like this since the moment the drug first entered your system.
âOh my godâ!â You cried out, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.
âAhâfuck, youâre so tight,â Bucky cried out.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, his breath scalding against your skin as he relentlessly pumped his hips in and out of you, using your vulnerable body like his own personal sex toy.
âIt feels too good, fuck, baby. Everything feels too goodâI canât stop,â he moaned.
Your moans blended together into a dirty symphony.
The toxin was amplifying every single touch, his thick shaft stretching you out completelyâturning your usually strong and poised body into mush with every thrust.
Your wet walls clenched down on him every time he threatened to pull out, as if sucking him right back in. Bucky was entirely lost, his mind short circuiting from the pleasure.
Every time he buried himself deep, your swollen pussy tightened around him like your body was trying to milk him dry. You whimpered with every single thrust he gave you, your teary eyes meeting his in a lustful haze as you wrapped your legs tight around his hips for support.
âFuckâmy god, donât do thatââ He sucked in a sharp breath. âYouâre squeezing me so tight. Godâif this is what sex feels like, I never want to stop.â
He tilted his head down, his sweaty strands of hair tickling your hot face as he stared back down at the exact point where his hips got lost with yours.
Every stroke of his cock inside your tight body came with a hot wave of pleasure, amplified by the toxin coursing through your blood.
The sensation was addicting.
Bucky had never felt a pleasure like this before. Heâd jerked off a few times in his apartment just to quickly relieve some stress, but that was always by himself.
He was a curious boy back in the forties, but he had never been close to getting any action like this.
To him, this was like a dream come true.
But he needed to go deeper. These regular, sloppy thrusts werenât enough. He needed to feel more.
With a snarl, he leaned back to grip the backs of your thighs and shoved your knees up towards your chest, folding you into a tight mating press.
Before you could adjust to the new position, he pressed his hips against yours to lock you in place and sank down even deeper than he had before.
Your eyes flew wide, nearly bulging from their sockets as a sharp gasp ripped from your throat. His cock was stretching you at an impossible angle, burying himself so deep you couldâve sworn you saw stars.
Because you were already so sensitive from the toxin, having him bottom out so hard against your cervix made your core shudder uncontrollably, causing your legs to shake. Your head fell back against the floor, your toes curling in the air as your vision went hazy.
âOh my god!â you cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. âItâs too muchâI canât⌠youâre gonna make me cum!â
You felt your walls start to hyperventilate around his length. You knew he felt it, too, because he immediately doubled his pace.
âIâm sorry,â he apologized, but it didnât sound sincere. âFuckâIâm so sorry. It just feels too goodâfuck, Iââ
His voice broke into a pained moan the moment your pussy tightened. You came hard around him without warning, your neck arching as a loud moan strained your vocal cords.
Buckyâs entire body tensed, his face twisting in a grimace from how your climax was squeezing him.
The feeling was exquisite, and fuck, he wasnât going to last another second when he was buried this deep inside of you.
He knew your body was sensitive and overworked, but he couldnât bring himself to stop moving. His balls had never felt this full, this heavy. He was close, so fucking close, and the more your pussy fluttered around his shaft, the more desperate he became to chase that same release.
âShit. Mâgonna cum,â he cursed, his hips stuttering as he hilted himself deep inside.
His cock twitchedâhe had never came inside a girl before, but he was determined to do so now.
He was going to make sure he filled you, to stuff your tight hole to the brim with his backed up super soldier seed.
âGonna cum inside,â he warned, his metal hand sliding beneath your lower back and lifting your hips up to meet his thrusts. âIâm gonna cum insideâfuck, I hope thatâs okay. Iâm sorry. I canâtâI canât control myself.â
You couldnât muster a single coherent word. Only muffles and teary whimpers escaped you, but it didnât matter what you said while Bucky was in this state. He had no intention of stopping.
His blue eyes were crazed, rolled back so far in his sockets you could see the white. He grit his teeth, meeting your hips with sloppy and wet thrusts. A litany of curses mumbled in broken strings under his breath, until finallyâŚ
âOh my godâIâm cumming. Take it, baby. Take every single drop of me. Donât let it go to waste. Please, I need this. I need this so fucking badââ
With a firm grip on your thigh, he pinned you down and pushed his hips against yours.
His tip kissed your cervix, pulsing twice before his body gave way to your tightness. You were being filled by the thick, heavy pumping of his seed. You could feel his cock twitching relentlessly against your walls, determined to flood every inch of your pussy.
He buried his face in your neck, his chest heaving violently as he stuffed you so completely full that your lower belly felt heavy.
âIâm so sorry,â he pleaded brokenly.
Bucky trembled from head to toe, and despite his mumbled apologies, he kept your hips pinned securely so that not a single drop of his release could escape. He was spent, breathing in shaky and ragged gasps against your skin. He didnât want to pull out yet, still savoring the feeling of your pulsing walls squeezing the very last drops from.
The two of you lay on the floor, tangled and sweaty in each otherâs limbs. Once you finally caught your breath, your hands gently caressed his broad back, a comforting gesture that caught even you off guard.
âHow⌠how are you feeling?â you finally mumbled.
Your body tensed as you braced yourself for an answer.
Now that the side effects of the toxin seemed to be wearing off, dread started trickling in.
You were terrified that everything you had just done with Bucky would be something heâd immediately regret. A part of you tried to tell yourself that you didnât careâthat he had despised you before this, and he would simply go back to hating you again.
But after being his first, there was an undeniable connection in the way you felt beneath him.
If he was already starting to feel regret... well, you werenât sure how you would handle it. Guilt? Probably. The longer he stayed silent, the more the worry gnawed at you.
He eventually huffed a breath, but he didnât pull away.
âIf youâre wondering if Iâm going to regret this,â Bucky began, his voice so raspy and tired that it sent a shiver down your spine. âThe answer is no.â
You sucked in a breath, expecting a but to follow.
Bucky attempted to lift himself up slightly so he wasnât crushing you, but he was still so sensitive that the movement made him wince sharply. He couldnât bring himself to pull out yet, so he collapsed right back against you with a soft huff.
âI wish I could just stay like this,â he muttered, wrapping both arms around you while resting his head against your sweaty chest.
He looked so small and vulnerable in that moment, and it made your heart ache for him.
âJust holding you,â he whispered, hugging you tighter as his voice grew quieter. âInstead of constantly running, fearing for my life, or being taken away. I just want to stay like this. Holding a pretty girl.â
The tension was starting to become too much for you to handle. Your face burned, unsure of how to process the sudden compliment. Trying to break the tension, you huffed a soft laugh and continued to rub your hand up and down his broad back. He seemed to like your touch very much.
âIâm sorry you lost your virginity this way.â you tried to joke.
Bucky chuckled against your chest. âThe man I was in the forties probably wouldâve done a much better job.â
âWell, this wasnât bad at allâIâll tell you that much.â
The two of you lay there, chuckling softly in each otherâs arms, until the loud, sudden static of your earpiece made you both jolt.
âDo you copy? Report in.â
You both froze, your hearts beating rapidly for an entirely different reason now.
Bucky cleared his throat as he reluctantly tried lifting himself up. The friction of his slick and semi-hard cock sliding out of you made you let out an involuntary whimper.
âStatus update,â Steve pressed, his tone anxious. âAre you two safe, or are you compromised?â
Compromised, sure. But definitely not in the way Steve meant.
Suppressing a giggle, you tapped your earpiece with a bright smile, catching Bucky's eye.
âGlad to hear your comms didnât break, Steve.â
A relieved sigh came from the other end. âGive me a status report. How are you two? Howâs Bucky?â
You watched as Bucky began to pull his clothes back on, his face an embarrassing shade of red as he tried to compose himself. You chuckled softly.
âWeâre fine.â
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