You could hear the heavy boots clamber against the hardwood floor. His feet barely picking up off the ground and slamming down as he stumbled through to the living room. He found you where he always finds you, sitting on the sofa, snuggled underneath a blanket. You looked soft compared to his haggard appearance. He dropped his on the go duffel bag on the floor with a thud.

He knew by the end of tomorrow, you would have washed every article of clothing in it without him ever noticing. His clothes would be folded and put away before he even got a hold of the bag tomorrow. He tried to fight the guilt that would eat away at him for something as simple as laundry. You shouldn’t have to do that. He had stated that to you countless times. He was far past the point of a grown adult. He can do his own laundry. “I’m here to take care of you. Just like you take care of me.” That was your argument every time. Bucky’s favorite thing was taking care of you. He loved being able to do countless simple things to make your life easier. If you mentioned something to him in passing, it was done before the next morning. He loved having control over himself to do these basic things, to be able to do such niceties for someone so soft and so sweet.

He felt like crumbling directly into your arms. You could see it, the feeling, the hesitation that flickered behind his eyes. You threw the blanket off of yourself and opened your arms to him. “Come here.” He obeyed without a thought to contradict him. He thought about how dirty his clothes were from his mission, how he was dirtying your clean and soft skin. His build covered your entire body. His face was shoved into the crook of your neck with his hot breath against your skin. Your arms wrapped around him to hold him tight.

You always indulged whatever he needed after missions. He would come back with his body and mind exhausted. You would have done anything for him if he asked after these missions. He hadn’t even spoken since arriving home.

“What do you need, baby?” You spoke into his hair. You felt his cheeks quirk up as he smiled at the pet name. He was as old as your great grandparents and his huge body covered yours completely as he laid on top of you, but yet he was your baby. He sighed against your skin, “I need you.” His voice was low and gravely, a clear sign of his exhaustion. He pressed a kiss against your neck, his stubble rubbing against you causing a stark contrast. He hadn’t seen you for days. This mission had last longer than he expected and despite calls and texts, he still found himself yearning for you every night.

His voice was enough to send warmth to your stomach. You released a deep breath from your chest. “Then have me.” You said quietly from underneath him. He lifted his head and easing his weight off of you. You could see the muscles flex in his arm and the parts in his metal arm shifted as he placed his weight on his arms. This was not your typical response to him. His jaw clenched, “What do you mean?” His eyebrows were furrowed together. You reached a thumb up and smoothed his brows back to his softer demeanor, confusion still etched across his face. “I want you to take what you need.” Your eyes were tracking between his eyes and his lips. “You work so hard. You take care of me and give me such a beautiful life. I want you to take what you need from me.” It left your lips almost like a confession, honesty was oozing from your words and Bucky couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes. You were so earnest in your words and clearly it had gotten him. He had wanted nothing more than to be a good man, take care of you, and live a beautiful life. He had achieved it. Your simple praise caused him to harden against your thigh. “Will you have me then?” You asked in a soft voice.

His response was to kiss you breathless. His lips attacked yours with such passion. His arms scooped you up from underneath and carried you to your shared bed. He placed you down gently, always a gentleman. He finally looked down to see what you were wearing. You had donned his favorite nightgown. It clung to you so perfectly. He could see your nipples perking under the thin fabric. The groan that left him was guttural. “You planned this.” He muttered as he moved to drag the nightgown up and over your skin. He gently pulled it over your head. His kisses trailed back down past your jawline and down your neck. “I know how you get after long missions.” The response was breathy as he kissed underneath your breast. The word he would use was pent up. The word you would use to describe him would be ravenous. He loved how well you knew him. He knew you as well, gauging how your body arched as his tongue swirled around your nipple. His hands grabbed at your sides and moved down to your hips, feeling every valley and peak. His fingers looped on your underwear and pulled them down in one fluid motion.

He could see the wetness glistening off of you. He grabbed one of your legs and leaned his head against your bent knee. “I’m not the only one pent up.” He spoke as he kissed down your leg towards your heat. Your hand reached down before he got there. “I want you to take what you need. Don’t worry about me. You’ll get me there like you always do.” You practically dragged him up as you tugged off his black shirt. Bucky was about to argue back as you reached for his belt. Your head snapped up, “You are going to focus on you and your pleasure. You work so hard and you deserve to indulge yourself. Is that clear?” Your hands stilled as you waited for a response. He struggled to find any words. “Yes ma’am.” He finally said. It was seldom that you made orders to him, but he always obeyed. You went back to undoing his pants and tugging them down his legs.

“Use me, Jamie.” You said clearly as you looked up at him. His broad body towering over you. His body littered with scars. You were sure that you had kissed all of them at some point or another. The tip of his cock was rubbing against his lower stomach and leaking at your words. His body came down fast on top of you. He was kissing you feverishly. “I want to feel you.” His voice was low against your ear. You knew what he meant, he wanted to go in raw. It would be easy to just to tell him yes, but instead you indulged him. “Please, Jamie, I want to feel you. Won’t you fill me up, please.” The last please came out as a whine, you could feel yourself getting wetter at the thought. You were just as desperate to feel him. “God, doll, you’re gonna be the death of me.” This time, the pet name made your blood feel hot.

Even in his exhausted and hazy mind, he reveled in everything about you. The way you arched as his tip rubbed against your clit with a low moan that sounded as if it was seeping out of your body. His senses were heightened from the serum. This meant the smell of you was like none other. It was so much so that on your first date, he went home afterwards to search up pheromones, to understand why the smell of you drove him insane. Right now, he could smell nothing except you, it wrapped around him and lingered everywhere. It overwhelmed any smell of him and it was enough to make him hard all over again. He was teasing you. He wanted you to beg for him, but he knew you were catering to him right now. You wouldn’t beg for your own needs, but you would gladly beg for his needs. Your eyes looked at him in a challenging way and he knew that he was right.

He dragged into you slowly, never stopping for a pause, but going slow enough that your body curved upwards into his. He reached all the way to the hilt. Now it was time for him to pause. Your fingers traced lightly on his back, swirling figures on his shoulders trying to keep both of you down on Earth. Your touch was sweet and gentle, everything he felt he didn’t deserve. His head dropped onto your shoulder. You waited, always patient, and always kind. There was a warmth in his chest that traveled up his throat and caused tears to burn in his eyes. He covered it with kisses trailing up your neck and a moan bubbled up. At the sound, he started rutting into your cunt slowly and pathetically. He could feel your body relax at the sensation.

“Tell me what you need, baby.” Your voice was low, a gentle reminder that this was all for him. Bucky’s mind was clouded by you. You were all he needed. “I just need you, doll.” He grunted as his pace picked up. His thrust remained deep in you. “I’m all yours, honey, take what you need.” You released all the air left in your chest. This was enough for his pace to pick up. He finally removed his head from your neck, his eyes finding yours. His stormy blue eyes were clouded by tears. You didn’t need to ask. You always knew what to say with him. “I’ve got you, honey.” Your voice was broken off by a moan.

As if he was granted permission, Bucky’s pace picked up hard and fast. You could feel every part of his cock, every ridge, every vein, the way he twitched whenever your lewd moans would fill the air. He hit a spot so deep inside you that no one had ever been able to reach before. He knew he would have you forever just based off of that. “God, I love you.” His voice was rough and felt as if it was resounding in your chest with a warmth spreading throughout your body. You reacted by gripping him like a vice. You didn’t need to say anything back, he knew based on that reaction that you loved him just as much. “If you keep gripping me like that, I’m not gonna last.” He groaned out as he kept his pace. You took it as a challenge. Your body gripping to him tight.

“Fuck, doll, please… please won’t you let me fill you up?” He knew the answer, but he wanted to hear it. He wanted to hear every filthy word leave your mouth, he needed it as if your word was the last drop of water in the desert. “Such a good little wife, always giving me what I need. Won’t you give me a baby?” The moan that ripped from you was desperate. You were overwhelmed by his words and by the rough pace. His cock reaching impossibly far into you. You felt as if your eyes were rolling back as you nodded yes. “I need you to say the words. Please.” The please came out as a beg. “Say the word, doll, please, let me come.” The words died in his throat as he was interrupted by his own moan as you gripped him feverishly. It was your turn to choke out the words, to beg for his needs. “Please, Jamie, come inside me. Won’t you make me a mom?” That would have been enough for him. You had devoted such love and care to him, he couldn’t imagine the love and care you would put into a baby shared by the two of you. His mind created images of you swollen, pregnant, carrying his child. There was no one in the world he wanted to be the mother of his children than you. You began to speak again, bringing him back down to his body and out of his mind. Your words slurred, “Mark me as yours, Jamie, I’m all yours.” As the words left your mouth, your vision went white. You could feel his hot cum shooting inside you. Your grip around him was so tight, he couldn’t imagine pulling out. You were milking him for all he had to offer.