#buckysmut

"Jesus, I.." He huffs out a rough breath, his self-restraint hanging on by a damn thread. "I want you."

"Wha-" You breathe out. A shocked expression flashes across your face at his admission.

Bucky finally gives up all pretense of control as he watches your eyes widen at his words. Goddamn, you look so adorably stunned right now. His restraint snaps completely as he lunges forward in one swift movement, setting the bottle down on the table beside him and grabbing your hips with his flesh hand, pulling you forward into his lap like he's been imagining all goddamn night.

Your breath catches as he pulls you onto him. Eyes are still wide as you scan his face, half expecting him to laugh and push you back off.

Bucky lets a guttural moan escape as he situates you against his lap, your legs on either side of his. You feel so goddamn good perched on top of him, so damn warm and soft, your hips under his hands, your thighs against his legs. The sight of you sitting in his lap like this is even more than he imagined, and he almost doesn't dare to believe it's real.

He keeps his eyes locked on yours, taking in every little detail of your stunned expression, his voice gruff and husky as he finally speaks.

"Say something, doll."

You can't help the shiver that shoots across your body at his touch as he reaches up run this thumb along your bottom lip. Your eyes flutter closed as it sends tingles up your spine.

"Bucky," You say barely a whisper, "what- what are you doing?"

Bucky's hands tighten possessively on your hips as he pulls you just the tiniest bit closer to his chest, unable to resist the way your body responds so perfectly to his touch. He lets out a low hum at your whispered words. Your voice trembling with nerves and something else he wants to hear more of.

"Told you," He murmurs gruffly, lips brushing against the shell of your ear.

"Want you." His voice low as he practically purred the words out.

His metal hand moves up from your hip, tracing slow circles along the small of your back, just firm enough for you to feel every single inch of him burning into you.

Your breathing catches as his fingers trace along the small of your back.

"But- I- you- You say barely able to form words as your body melts into his touch.

Bucky grins against your ear at your stumbling words, he loves the way you're struggling to put together a coherent sentence, how goddamn flustered and out of control you are right now. His hand continues rubbing those slow, steady circles along your back, keeping you pressed flush against his chest, so close he can feel your heart thrumming rapidly against his ribcage.

"Cat got your tongue, doll?" He teases gruffly. Your eyes flutter open a haze in your eyes as you watch him half lidded.

"I - you - I thought-" You say melting into him. "I thought you hated me" You stammer out as your body betrays just how much his touch is effecting you.

Bucky's chest rumbles with a deep, possessive growl at your words.

”Hated you?" The thought is goddamn ridiculous. His hand tightens on the small of your back as he pulls you even closer against him, pressing his forehead to yours just hard enough for you to feel his intensity.

"Hate you?" He scoffs roughly. "Fuck no." His lips hover dangerously close to yours close enough for you to taste the whiskey on his breath, but not quite touching yet. "Never could."

Before you can think, before you can stop yourself. Your hands snake up across his chest and shoulders and wrap around his neck with a soft whimper.

The moment your hands snake up around his neck, all his restraint completely shatters, the sound of that soft, needy little whimper pushing him right over the edge.

He doesn't bother trying to hold back anymore, he's done playing games. Without another moment of hesitation, he closes the last remaining distance between you, capturing your lips in a possessive, brutal kiss. You moan into his mouth, arching your body into his immediately. Arms still wrapped around his neck, hands tangling in his hair.

Bucky groans at the soft, sweet noise that escapes your lips, echoing into his mouth, the sound going straight to his goddamn head. The feeling of your body molding itself against his, your soft curves pressing against his lean muscle, is damn near driving him crazy. His flesh hand slips under your shirt, fingers spreading wide across the smooth expanse of your back as he deepens the kiss. God damn, he's been imagining this moment for far too damn long, having you in his lap, tasting you, feeling your body against his, it's almost too goddamn much.

You're a mess. Chest heaving, whimpering into him, you let one hand untangle from the nape of his neck brush down his neck, feeling his pulse as your thumb works lines across his jaw.

Bucky growls softly against your mouth at your touch, the feeling of your hand tracing those soft lines across his jaw sending shivers down his spine. He can't think straight with you in his lap, damn near coming undone at your smallest touch. He kisses you harder now, his tongue delving into your mouth with almost feral hunger as his flesh hand slides down to your waist, gripping your hip tightly.

His fingers dig into the softness of your flesh, his breathing ragged and rough as he pulls away just long enough to look at you, his gaze dark with desire. "God damn it, sweetheart".

Your eyes are hazy with desire as you catch you breath. "Bucky, I didn't know" You say thumb still tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, your eyes watching his so intently.

Bucky watches you with dark, hooded eyes as you trace along his jaw, the way your expression is so damn needy and wanting almost making him lose it entirely. The sound of your voice, breathless, soft, and sweet is like goddamn music to his ears, especially when you say his name.

He lets out a sharp exhale at your words, shifting you on his lap so you're sitting directly on top of his growing arousal. "Didn't know what?" He asks gruffly, raising an eyebrow at you.

Your eyes widen and your lips part, feeling him rock hard under you. Bucky lets out a deep, possessive growl at your response, the look on your face when you felt the evidence of how much he wants you making his control waiver even more. He watches you intently, eyes dark and predatory as he takes in your expression, the way your body responds so perfectly to every little thing he does.

His hand leaves your hip to trail up the side of your body, his touch as light as a feather until it reaches the underside of your chin, tilting your head to look straight at him. "Look at you. God damn."

You swallow hard, body slowly rolling down into him, feeling him twitch under you, eyes never leaving his.

Bucky's breath stutters against your lips as you roll your hips into his, his body reacting instantly to the subtle pressure of your movement. His grip tightens on the underside of your chin, tilting it just slightly so he can watch every little change in your expression, every gasp, every flutter of lashes as he rocks up against you in response.

"Teasing me already?" He murmurs gruffly.

"You sure you wanna start that game?"

A small smirk plays at the edges of your mouth, breathless and hungry for him.

You roll your hips in time with his, one hand braced on his shoulder now as you slowly, but very deliberately move your body against him.

Bucky lets out a low, guttural moan as you continue to rock your hips right against his, his eyes closing almost involuntarily for a moment before he forces them back open again, determined to keep looking at you, to take in every damn detail as you drive him wild.

His hands snake around to your hips, his grip tightening even further as he guides your movements to match his.

"Sweetheart, He growls softly, "God-Just like that"

"Yeah? You like that? You purr. Your forehead pressing to his as your bodies move together.

Bucky lets out a rough groan against your lips, his forehead pressed tight to yours as you move together. Every slow grind of your hips sends fire shooting straight through him, and his hands clutch at your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear if he doesn't hold onto you tight enough.

"Fuck yes," He grunts out, voice wrecked and ragged,

"You have no goddamn idea."

You hum into him, the fabric of your sleep shorts riding up your thighs as you move.

"Fu-Bucky.." You whimper feeling his strong body roll his hips against yours in perfect time.

Bucky's heart damn near leaps into his throat as you whimper out his name like that, the sound going straight to his head and setting his nerve endings alight. He can feel your bare thighs under his hands as they slide up and down with your movements, every movement adding fuel to the fire building between the both of you.

"God, just like that," He grits out, voice gravelly with need. "Keep doin' that, sweetheart. You crash your lips to his as he whimpers, the sounds he makes sending you into a frenzy.

Bucky eagerly returns the kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a possessive desperation that makes his head spin. The way your hungry for him only serves to fuel his need for you further, his hips rocking urgently upwards to meet your movements, seeking more friction, more of your body, just more of you.

His hands move to your thighs again, sliding up higher this time, his fingers teasing along the edge of your shorts.

"Take them off." You say commanding against his lips. Bucking your hips high enough that he can pull the waist band down your body.

Bucky growls in response to your demand, his hands immediately gripping the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with rough urgency, not bothering to be gentle when you're both this damn desperate. The moment they slide off, he tosses them aside without another thought before dragging you back against him, this time even closer, even more goddamn intimate. "Better?" He rasps roughly against your lips.

"Mmm much, much, better." You say grinding back into him, panties already feeling damp with need.

Bucky lets out a sharp exhale at the feeling of you grinding down on him, god damn, he can see just how soaked you are through the thin fabric of your panties.

His hands slide back up to grip your hips, guiding your movements against his as his lips crash back onto yours in a messy, needy kiss.

"Christ," He growls into your mouth, "You're so goddamn perfect."[

Your hands move, one flying back to the the nape off his neck holding him to you, while the other hand trails down his chest across his stomach exploring every inch of him.

Bucky groans softly into your mouth, your exploratory touch is driving him insane, the feeling of your fingers running over his bare skin making his heart race and his brain damn near short-circuit. He can't remember the last time he was this affected by someone's touch, maybe never but he knows damn well that he'll never be able to get enough.

"Careful, doll," He murmurs huskily, "You keep touchin' me like that and I ain't gonna be able to hold back.

At his words you move your face down and lick a strip up his neck before flicking your tongue to his earlobe. "Then don't" You purr into his ear before taking the soft skin between your teeth.

Bucky lets out a guttural groan at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his earlobe, his entire body shuddering under your touch, your teasing tongue, your sharp little bite, it's all too goddamn much.

His grip on your hips tightens almost painfully as he yanks you even harder against him, rolling up sharply into you with an animalistic desperation that leaves no doubt in either of your minds just how much he wants you. "Goddamn it," He growls roughly, "You're gonna be the fuckin' death of me."

You roll your hips into him, practically dripping, his possessive touch igniting something almost feral inside. "Keep making those noises for me and I won't be able to stop." You purr out as you kiss down his jaw. Bucky's hands fly to your ass, squeezing roughly as you roll against him, every damn sound you pull from his throat only making his control splinter further. His breath is ragged, coming out in harsh pants against your skin as you trail kisses down his jaw.

"You want me to fucking beg?" He rasps, gripping you even tighter. "Because I will."

Your head rolls back at his words. A low moan pouring out of you. He has no idea what he's doing to you, the way his breathing is ragged and strained, the way his eyes are fluttering closed at every new tease from you. Bucky can't tear his eyes away from you right now watching you lose yourself, watching you fall apart with every little sound, it's like goddamn magic to him. His hands are still clutching your ass like he's afraid you'll disappear if he doesn't hold you tight enough, his lips parted as he pants softly and takes in every goddamn detail of you.

His next words come out in a strangled whisper between ragged breaths. "Say the word and I'm yours. I'll worship you, baby, you just gotta let me."

"Fuck, Bucky" You pant out. "Such a good boy." You smirk as you press yourself harder into his groin.

Bucky lets out a deep, guttural groan at your words, something primal flaring inside him at the praise. "Good boy?" He rasps roughly, his voice wrecked as he grips you tighter, guiding your hips down against his again with possessive desperation. His breath is coming out in harsh pants against your neck now, his self-control barely even existing anymore.

His hands move up to tangle in your hair just tight enough to make you whimper before he pulls slightly away, forcing eye contact again as his lips hover inches from yours, "Say it again and I'll show you just how goddamn good I can be for you."

"Yeah, you like that? You like being a good boy for me?" You purr, eyes gleaming with desire and a challenge.

Bodies grinding into each other faster, your hands planted firmly on his chest feeling his heart beat drumming into the palm of your hands. Bucky's grip tightens in your hair, just shy of painful as his head falls back against the couch with a low, feral groan. His hips jerk up against yours almost involuntarily at your words, his body completely at your mercy now as you drive him wild.

"Fuck," He rasps out, voice shredded, "You have no goddamn idea." His hands slide down to grip your waist again before abruptly flipping you onto your back on the couch beneath him, his breath ragged as he hovers over you now, eyes dark and desperate.

"Tell me what you want from me. Say it."

You let out a strangled moan as your head falls back into the couch cusion, your breath leaving your body as he flips you, feeling him looming over you.

Your eyes fluttering closed as you arch into him. "Oh my god-baby, yes" You whimper, hands wrapping around his neck. Pulling him down closer to your lips inches apart.

"You have no idea how fucking hot you sound." You whisper.

"I want you to beg for me, I want you to whimper for me Bucky" You say, your voice low and husky from need and desperation.

Bucky lets out a choked noise at your demand, his whole body trembling with the effort of not just taking you right then and there. The way you look beneath him, arching up against him, practically panting as you tell him exactly what to do, it's the hottest damn thing he's ever seen.

He leans down even closer antil his lips brush yours in the barest hint of a kiss, his voice nothing more than a wrecked whisper, "Please."

His hips grind against yours roughly, "Please let me hear those sounds again. Let me make you feel good."

A low moan leaves your body, nearly animalistic as you let your hands tangle back in his hair, panting under him, his words, his voice sending me spiraling.

Bucky lets out a low, guttural moan of his own in response, feeling you come apart beneath him with every single one of his words. Your small hands in his hair, your body responding to him so openly, your voice.. Goddamn it all, it's making his brain short-circuit. His body grinds down against yours on pure instinct, his lips moving down to kiss along your jawline up to your ears his words now a desperate, ragged whisper against your skin. "Please, sweetheart. Please let me show you how goddamn good I can be for you."

You choke down a moan, half way between a whimper and a sob, "Fuck Bucky- Bucky," You plead to him one hand trailing down his neck, his stomach and abdomen, the other already has fingers curling tightly into his waistband.

Bucky practically growls at your touch, his body shuddering violently as your fingers curl into the waistband of his pants that small tug enough to make his hips jerk against yours again, desperate and rough. His lips crash down onto yours in another messy kiss, all teeth and tongue and unrelenting need before he pulls back just enough to speak, his voice wrecked beyond recognition. "Goddamn it," He rasps, "You keep touchin' me like that and I won't last."

Your eyes meet his as they flutter open under his gaze, chest rising and falling as I try to get a control of my breathing, watching him twitch at my touch, feeling him shudder under my hands, the feel of his stubble against my skin still lingering. "Oh baby, I haven't even started.. you're so good to me, look at you, such a good boy I purr as your fingers delve deeper slowly inching his waistband down.

Bucky nearly whimpers at your words, his entire body trembling under your touch, he's never felt like this with anyone else, he's never even come close. He lets his head fall to the crook of your neck, his arms bracketing you in as he lets out a shaky exhale against your skin, completely at your mercy as he lets himself be vulnerable.

"Goddamn it," He growls again, teeth grazing against your skin."Can't think when you talk like that, doll."

"Don't think, just feel." You coo again pushing yourself up under him, your other hand snaking back from his hair down his chest, lingering just above his waistband before bringing both your hands to the fabric and sliding it down keeping my eyes on his, flicking your tongue up against his chin.

Bucky's entire body jerks at your touch, his waistband sliding down as he hovers above you, breath ragged and eyes dark with pure need. The feel of your tongue against his chin makes him groan low in his throat, a desperate sound that vibrates through his chest into yours as he lets himself be pulled apart by you.

"Christ," He grits out, "You're gonna ruin me."

"That's it, so good, so good for me baby. Let me cherish you" You say leaning your head up to kiss his neck pushing his track pants completely off him. A strangled sound leaves Bucky at your words, his eyes practically rolling back into his head as you kiss along his neck, your soft, sweet voice telling him how goddamn good he is for you, how much you want to cherish him.

His pants pool at his ankles before he kicks them off completely with a frustrated huff, his body bare before you for the very first time as he leans back down over you, the need to touch you overwhelming every rational thought in his head.

"Sweetheart.." He rasps softly. "Please.."

"Yes Bucky?" You coax between nipping at his collar bone letting your tongue flick over it to soothe where your teeth grazed. "Please what?"

Bucky gasps as your teeth and tongue mark him, his fingers twitching against the couch cushions where they're braced on either side of you. His breath is coming out in short, uneven bursts now, like he's barely holding himself together under your touch.

"Please let me touch you," He finally begs, voice strained and wrecked, "Want to taste every goddamn inch of you."

As soon as the words leave his lips, you open your legs wider under him, arching up into his naked body, the dampness of your underwear rubbing up against him.

"I'm all yours, Bucky." You say eyes hungrily roaming over his features, the way, he's breathing, the way his eyes flutter closed as you speak.

The sharp intake of breath he takes as you open up underneath him is ragged and rough, his entire body trembling against yours as his eyes rake across every single inch of your face, he looks so wrecked and desperate and completely lost in you right now, like all you have to do is speak one damn word and he'd give you the world.

"You don't even know what you're doing to me, sweetheart." He rasps out, eyes dark as he looks down at you with a needy, possessive gleam in his irises.

A smirk playing at your lips. "Keep whimpering like that and I'll show you just what you do to me." you as your hand comes to tilt his chin up.

Bucky practically chokes at your words his lips parting in a silent moan before he captures yours again in a rough, desperate kiss. His hips grind down against yours with reckless abandon now, his control completely shattered as his hands move to grip your thighs tightly, pulling you even closer to him until there's not even an inch of space left between you. "Fuckin do it then," He growls against your mouth, "Show me."

A glint shines in your eyes as you slowly pull yourself up his body, pushing him back to the couch, straddling his hips, grinding your core into his, feeling him twitch through your underwear.

You let your fingers linger at the hem of your shirt before slowly, teasingly lifting it up your body before throwing it to the floor.

Bucky's eyes widen as you slowly lift your shirt up, revealing inch after inch of your smooth skin to his hungry eyes.

His hands immediately fly to your hips, gripping them with desperate strength as he watches you like you're the most goddamn beautiful thing he's ever seen. "Jesus Christ.." He mutters out, dark gaze raking across your half-naked skin like he's a starving man, like he'd do anything and everything you ask.

You watch him like he's the most incredible gift you have ever received, eyes full of admiration and dark with desire. "I'm going to make you feel so good baby, you want that, want me to please you?

Bucky's breath gets caught in his chest as he watches you, the way your eyes flicker across his face, looking at him like he's something amazing, something worthy of your presence. The soft, sweet tone of your voice as you talk to him like he's something precious. He lets out a harsh exhale, eyes fluttering slightly as his hands squeeze your hips.

"Jesus, yes," He breathes out "Want all of you. Anything, everything you'll give. Whatever the hell you want."

"Mmm, that's it baby, let me take care of you." You say placing wet kisses across his neck and collar bones.

Bucky's eyes nearly flutter closed at your kisses, his head tilting back to give you access as he lets out a low, shaky moan. His hands slide across your bare skin, leaving searing trails of heat in his wake his fingers tracing every curve and dip of your body reverently, like you're something to be worshipped.

"Don't care what you do, doll," He rasps out, hips bucking involuntarily up against yours, "Just touch me."

You moan at his words, kissing your way across his chest, placing a delicate kiss to each and every scar, trailing your way across him until you reach his left shoulder where the Vibranium arms meets his body, gasping softly as your fingers trail across his stomach while you take in the deepest scars on his shoulder as you place extra gentle kisses to them.

Bucky shudders under your touch, a strangled breath escaping him as you press those soft kisses to his scars, some of the worst memories he's got are written into his skin like this, but the way you treat them now, so goddamn gently and with such care...it nearly undoes him completely.

His flesh hand tangles in your hair, not pulling, just holding. Like he needs to anchor himself to you or he'll drown. "Fuck," He whispers hoarsely, "No one's ever.. You shouldn't even be lookin' at these."

But his body betrays how much he craves it anyway arching into every single brush of your lips against the jagged edges of himself.

"Beautiful." You whisper between kisses. Your hands on his waist, fingers trembling slightly as you continue kissing his scars. "So beautiful." You whisper again eyes never leaving his body.

Bucky sucks in a sharp breath at your words, like they're something holy, something he never thought he'd hear. His fingers tighten slightly in your hair as he exhales shakily, his chest rising and falling unevenly under your tender touch.

"Don't," his voice cracks for the first time, "Don't lie to me." But there's no venom behind it, just raw vulnerability. Like part of him wants to believe you so badly it hurts.

You move your head back to his, eyes pouring into his like your looking into his soul, seeing him so vulnerable like this sending a possessive pang across my chest. You bring your hands up his body to rest gently on his face, thumbs tracing his jaw once more.

"You are so beautiful Bucky." You say voice full of honesty and truth.

Bucky swallows hard, his breath shaky as his eyes search yours, looking for any hint of dishonesty and finding none. His lips part slightly, like he's about to say something, argue back again, but the words die in his throat when all he sees is your sincerity staring right back at him.

His hand lifts slowly from where it was tangled in your hair, hesitating for just a second before resting against your cheek with heartbreaking gentleness.

Sweetheart.." He murmurs roughly, "Don't know what I did to deserve you." Your eyes twinkle at him, at how he looks like the Sargent you'd seen in pictures. It sends a jolt to you heart, feeling like it's going to pound out of your chest. Your feelings for him taking over every ounce of control you had to protect yourself. You lay a tender to kiss to his lips. Saying everything you didn't admit out loud.

Bucky's eyes flutter closed as your lips meet his, softer this time, but no less intense. It's like every emotion he's ever tried to bury comes rushing to the surface at once, and instead of shoving them down like he usually does, he lets himself feel it all for the first time in years.

His fingers trail down your neck and over your shoulder before gripping your waist again, not pulling you closer yet, just holding on tight like you might disappear if he doesn't,

"You don't gotta say it," He murmurs against your lips, "I know."

Your breath hitches at the realization, you melt into him, completely and utterly enamored with him. You kiss back harder, holding your self to him like you couldn't bear to not be even a sliver apart.

Bucky groans low in his throat as you melt against him, his arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you flush to his chest with a possessiveness that leaves no room for escape. Not that you'd want to, anyway.

The way your body fits perfectly against his, the way every sigh and whimper from your lips drives him wild, it's like something out of a damn dream.

He kisses you back just as desperately, lips moving against yours like he's trying to memorize every last second of this moment before it slips away. "Mine." He growls between kisses, "All goddamn mine."

You feel a jolt hit your core, body trembling under his words, you jerk your hips up as you feel yourself start to throb inside you.

Bucky feels the way your body jerks against him, the way you react so perfectly to just his words, and it sends a possessive thrill straight through him. His hands slide down to grip your ass roughly, pulling you even harder against his hips as he lets out a dark, satisfied growl.

"That's right," He rasps hotly against your lips, "You feel that? That's all for me."

His fingers dig into your skin as he rolls up into you again, slow and deliberate this time, letting you feel every single inch of what he's doing to you.

Your head leans back slightly and your eyes nearly roll back as you gasp from how good he feels beneath you grinding himself into you with such a steady force as his hips roll against yours. His fingers gripping you like you're the only thing that mattered.

"Oh fuck- baby.."

Bucky's eyes darken further at the sound of your voice, the way you moan out against him, the way you look wrecked already and he's barely done a damn thing yet, he'd never get tired of seeing you like this.

He nips at your neck roughly, sucking and biting at your skin as he murmurs softly against you, "All for me, sweetheart. You mine. My girl."

The word is barely more than a guttural growl as it leaves his throat, all possessive and dominant and unapologetic. You're sure he can feel the way your entire body is throbbing for him through your underwear, your lips part as you hear him call you his girl. You whimper when he says it melting into him more like that was even possible.

Bucky can goddamn feel how desperate you are for him, the way your body practically quivers under his touch, how you look at him like he hung the goddamn moon, and the way you respond to him as he murmurs those possessive pet names, he's never felt like this for anyone in his life, and he's already addicted to the sound of you begging for him. "Such a pretty girl," He whispers, breath hot against your neck as he starts trailing rough kisses down your collarbone,

"All mine."

Your body jolts and you let out a small cry, pressure building in your core just from how he talks to you. You've never felt so good, your brain foggy and bordering on dizziness, you're completely falling apart under him.

Bucky feels your body tremble under his touch, the way you start to fall apart from just his words alone, it makes something possessive and dark coil tight in his chest. His teeth graze against your pulse point as he murmurs hotly against your skin.

"Look at you, sweetheart. So perfect for me." His hands slide down further, one gripping the back of your thigh to hike it up higher over his hip while the other slips past the waistband of your panties with no hesitation this time.

"Let me hear you. Want every goddamn sound."

Your panting and twitching, your breath catching in your throat every time you try to breathe. Eyes closed head back, rolling your hips towards his hand sliding into your panties.

Bucky groans at the feeling of you under his fingertips, so goddamn slick and already desperate for him, hips rolling instinctively into his touch like you can't help yourself. His breath is ragged as he presses slow, teasing circles against your clit, just enough to make your legs shake but not nearly enough to give you what you truly need.

"Fuck," He rasps out, "You're soaked for me." His voice is dark with satisfaction as he watches every tiny reaction flicker across your face like every single one is a gift just for him.

"Your nod your head slowly , not trusting yourself to try and speak just yet. You roll your hips harder but slower as you press your forehead to his.

Bucky exhales roughly at the way you press your forehead to his, lips parted and eyes fluttering shut like you're already on the edge just from this. He keeps up those slow, maddening circles against your clit, his own breathing uneven as he watches every tiny reaction he pulls from you. "That's it," He murmurs lowly, "Just take what you need." His fingers finally slide lower, dipping inside you with a groan at how tight and wet you are around him already. "Fuckin' perfect."

You clench around him, feeling his fingers slide into with zero resistance, a guttural moan leaves your lips as your hips jerk forward pulling him closer.

Bucky lets out an animalistic growl at the feeling of your body clenching around him, he has to bite down on his lip just to keep himself from throwing you down and taking what he wants so badly he can't think straight.

"So damn good for me, sweetheart," He pants out, fingers driving deeper into you as he starts a rough, uneven pace now, "You think you're gonna be able to take it like a good girl?"

You nod frantically, panting and crying out with every thrust back into you.

Bucky moans as he watches you nod desperately, all needy and pliant and completely at your mercy right now, he's never seen anything so goddamn amazing in his life. "Yeah?" He growls, voice so raspy he sounds almost strangled at this point, "You gonna give me everything, sweetheart? Gonna let me have all of you, just like a good girl would?"

You head flies back as you feel pressure building quickly, "I -I - close." You stammer out body practically buzzing.

Bucky feels the way your body tenses up around his fingers, the telltale tightening of your muscles as you get closer and closer to the edge and he doesn't let up for a second. His thrusts grow harder, deeper, curling just right inside you to make sure he hits that perfect spot with every single movement.

"Come on," He groans out roughly, "Do it. Cum for me." His thumb presses down hard on your clit at the same time, no mercy, no hesitation. "Now."

Your body goes stiff, a gasp leaves your lips, your eyes shooting open to his, your jaw dropping, tongue loose in your mouth as you feel yourself gush on to hip, your thighs dripping.

Bucky's eyes are locked onto yours as you release, watching every single micro-expression of pleasure flash across your face, the way your body tightens around him before absolutely falling apart under his touch. He doesn't let up for a second, fingers still working you through every last wave until you're trembling against him and gasping for air. "Goddamn," He rasps out, voice wrecked, "Look at that." His fingers finally slow before pulling away, but not without giving one last teasing flick to your oversensitive clit just to hear you whimper again.

"So fuckin pretty when I make you lose control."

Your eyes glued to his, you can't control your own impulses and grab his wrist bringing his fingers to your lips and slowly running your tongue across your lips as your lips part and you bring your tongue to taste yourself on him before bringing your lips down around his tasting every last drop.

Bucky's body jerks in response, a guttural sound ripped from the back of his throat at the sight of you tasting yourself on his fingers like that. Goddamn, the way your tongue traces his knuckles, the way you look up at him and suck gently on his digits, it's enough to make a lesser man lose his goddamn mind. His other hand comes up from your hip to grip your jaw, his thumb brushing across your lip just to feel the softness of your mouth.

"Christ," He growls out, "You're gonna be the death of me."

You release him from your mouth and place a tender kiss to the back of his hand before kissing down his arm as you slowly drop to your knees between his legs, hands running across his thighs, still wet from your release.

Any thoughts of having the upper hand here fly out the goddamn window in an instant when you drop to your knees in front of him. Bucky's jaw goes slightly slack, his eyes wide and dark, and his breath coming out in harsh, quick pants as he looks down at you like you're some kind of vision, some kind of goddamn gift sent down just for him.

"Christ," He mutters out again, voice rough as sandpaper, "You look so pretty on your knees for me."

Your tongue darts out running across your swollen and blushed bottom lip as your flick your hair over your shoulder and tilt your head as you dart your tongue across the base of his shaft, holding your tongue flat against him as you hungrily lick your way up, when you reach the top, you place a wet kiss to the head of his cock, eyes watching his every reaction.

Bucky's entire body tensed up like a bowstring the moment you touch him, the sudden burst of pleasure making his hands snap up to the back of the couch and dig in like he needed something to anchor himself to. "Jesus Christ," He rasps out, voice almost strangled, as he stares down at you through hooded eyes.

"You- you don't have to, you don't have to do that.."

"Do you want me to stop?" You say innocently, lips barely brushing against him. A small smirk playing at the corners of your mouth.

Bucky makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat when you drag your lips teasingly across him, your voice low and sweet and so goddamn innocent he almost lets out a whimper in response before he gets ahold of himself.

"God no," He growls out, all the muscles in his arms tensed and quivering with the effort it's taking to stop himself from grabbing you and hauling you back up against him, "Please, don't stop."

"Mmm, there's my good boy." You say before your mouth wraps around him.

Bucky damn near lets out a whine when you call him "good boy," something that should be too damn simple and yet drives him goddamn insane when it comes from your lips. His fingers flex against the couch, gripping so tightly he's surprised the leather doesn't tear.

"Jesus...you" He gasps out, voice barely more than a strangled moan. His head falls back, eyes squeezing shut as he lets out a harsh, ragged exhale. "Oh Jesus, you don't know what that does to me."

"So tell me" You purr after slowly bringing your mouth back up, tasting yourself on him.

Bucky shudders at the way you look up at him, your lips swollen and glistening, tasting like both of you now, and he thinks he might legitimately pass out if this keeps going.

"Makes me wanna ruin you," He grits out between clenched teeth, "Wanna fuck that pretty mouth until I can't think straight." His hips jerk upward slightly against his will, betraying how desperate he really is to do exactly that.

You moan sending vibrations through him as you take him back inside your mouth, one hand at his base guiding him in, and the other softly trailing down his thigh.

Bucky practically growls as you take him back in, the vibration from your moan tearing through him like an electric shock. His fingers bury themselves in your hair, not pulling yet but gripping tight enough that you can feel just how goddamn close he is to losing control completely.

"Goddamn it," He rasps out roughly, "You got no idea how hard it's gettin' to not fuck up into that pretty mouth."

Your eyes beam up at him, egging him on, mouth still working on him as you shuffle on your knees to allow him easy access to thrust into your mouth.

Bucky looks down at you through half-lidded eyes like he's in a goddamn trance. You're looking up at him so sweetly but still so filthy, like you're begging him to wreck you, and he thinks he'd die happy if he never saw anything else as long as he lives.

"Jesus," He pants out, "You're too good at this, you really gonna take whatever I give you, sweetheart? His hand slides down from your hair to grip your throat tenderly instead.

Your eyes flutter shut, as you guttural moan against him, working him harder as his fingers wrap around your throat.

Bucky's hand tightens slightly enough to let you feel the press of his fingers just above your pulse point, but not enough to cut off your air completely, not yet. Then he starts slowly rubbing little circles against your throat with his thumb just gentle enough to feel.

"Can I?" His voice is thick with need but there's still a hint of uncertainty, like he still wants you to decide. "Can I be a little bit rough?"

Your eyes open with a flutter, leaning into his touch as much as you can you still work him with your mouth, "Mmhmm," you moan into him, your eyes giving the okay.

Bucky lets out a low groan as you moan into him, your eyes fluttering back open with so much trust in them that it nearly kills him. His fingers tighten just enough to send a rush of delicious heat through you before he finally gives in, carefully guiding your head down further with his other hand until your nose brushes his stomach.

"That's it," He rasps out, watching the way your lips stretch around him, something possessive and rough threading through his voice. "Take every goddamn inch."

Your body jolts as you let him guide you down his length. Taking him in, savoring every last inch of him. Your eyes close as you feel them start to water. You don't want to stop though, feeling him under you, every twitch, every pant sending sparks through you body. He feels amazing inside you.

Bucky throws his head back with a guttural groan as he feels your eyes flutter shut and that little jolt rush through you, like you just love being used like this, being at his mercy.

"Jesus Christ, You're perfect," He pants out, one hand gripping your jaw and the other the back of your head, still not pushing, just touching you like he needs to feel as much as he can. "Can't- can't believe you're real."

You glide your tongue around, urging him to keep going, to go harder.

Bucky is just about at his limit but he's also still holding onto some scrap of self-control, still desperate not to take more than you'd give him. But the sounds you're making, the way he feels you so goddamn desperate to do this for him, he's not gonna last much longer if you keep up like this.

"Sweetheart," He rasps out, "I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep doing that, you really wanna?"

You slowly pull yourself off him, licking your lips cleaning up some of the drool at the side of lips and running down my chin. Now a mix of my own spit, my own juices and his. I kiss my way down his shaft. "Use me, use my mouth." You purr flicking your tongue against his balls.

Bucky groans, his entire body jerking at the slick heat of your tongue against him again. His hands are shaking now where they grip the back of the couch, fingers flexing like he needs something to hold onto so badly it hurts. "Christ-fuck.." He rasps out, his eyes locking onto yours as you look up at him from between his thighs like that.

"You sure?" Even though his voice is rough with need there's still a hint of uncertainty in there, like part of him can't believe you'd want this as much as he does.

"More sure than I've ever been." You say softly, parting your lips around him and kissing his tip before allowing myself to slide down further, waiting for him to use you.

Bucky lets out a guttural sound, almost a whimper at the way you look up at him like that, trust and need and something darker flickering in your eyes. His hands slowly release the couch cushion, instead moving to gently grip your hair, not pulling but just holding you still. "Just.." He rasps out, eyes fluttering shut, "Just tell me to stop if it's too much, okay sweetheart? I can't- can't hold back if you keep looking at me like that, but I need to know if it's too much."

You slow your tongue on him, watching him with anticipation but showing him you trust him, that you'll tap out if you need to.

Bucky lets out a ragged exhale, one hand buried in your hair, the other gripping your jaw as he starts moving his hips forward carefully. He keeps his eyes locked onto yours, making sure you're okay even as he feels himself getting closer and closer to that edge. "That's it." he rasps out roughly, "So fuckin' perfect.

His voice is wrecked beyond repair now, his thrusts shallow at first but growing faster as you take him like this

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna -fuck, you feel too good.

You hum through him in encouragement, hands running over his body opening your mouth wider around him.

Bucky's head falls back as a guttural sound is torn from his throat when he feels you take him deeper, the sound so damn desperate he barely even recognizes it as his own voice. "Jesus- Jesus." He gasps out, voice ragged as he gently pulls on your hair, "You're gonna-I'm gonna, if you don't stop, you know-I can't- I can't- can'."

Your eyes flutter up to his, tears across your cheeks as he thrusts harder, your watching him with dark eyes, brimming with need and borderline feral need.

Bucky looks down at you with hooded eyes, all wild, dark and possessive as he stares at you, completely wrecked by the look in your eyes, by the way you open up for him, take whatever he gives you like you love it. He never thought someone like you would look like that, like you're desperate for him, like there's nothing you need more in this world than him. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, I just- I need" he pants out, voice desperate and guttural between ragged breaths.*

You whimper as each thrust lands in your throat, juices running down your chin, you can feel him twitch inside so close to releasing inside you. You push your mouth a little further onto him feeling his tip hit against your throat.

Bucky loses the battle with himself completely when you push forward like that, your throat flexing around him as he bottoms out inside your mouth.

His entire body jerks violently, a choked-out groan ripping from his chest before he finally, finally lets go. "F-fuck, oh god, sweetheart he rasps out between wrecked gasps, "I can't-I'm gonna -gonna cum down your fucking throat, fuck-"

You take him all, holding yourself against him as you feel his release shoot into you, filling your mouth with warmth. Bucky groans loudly, the loudest he's let himself be in a goddamn long time, letting himself just come undone completely. His fingers flex against your hair and jaw, clinging to you like you're his lifeline, like you're the only goddamn thing that keeps him grounded right now. He can feel your body trembling against his legs, the way his release shoots down your throat, and he looks down at you so wrecked his entire body shakes with it.

"Jesus Christ. You're amazing." He groans, voice raspy and rough as he looks down at you. "Can you can you crawl up here?"

You pull yourself off him making sure to taste every last drop not wanting to waste any, you use your thumb to scoop the last of it off your chin and into your mouth as you straddle his hips once more.

"You taste so fucking good, baby." You purr out, savoring his taste in your mouth.

Bucky's eyes follow your every movement like a goddamn hawk, watching you lap him up and taste him off your thumb with a possessive heat in his eyes. He's never seen anything sexier than you like this, never thought anyone could look this good tasting him down like that.

"Jesus," He rasps out, voice still thick with need.

"You-you really like that, huh?" His hands slide around your waist, pulling you down onto his lap and into a deep, rough kiss, not even caring that you can taste yourself on his lips.

You moan into the kiss, tongues tangling as you let him taste himself in your mouth. Melting into him as his fingers slide up your waist.

His broad hand spreads out on your back, palm spanning your entire lower back and pulling you closer, your chest flush against his. The kiss is deep and messy, hungry and desperate and filled with every damn desire Bucky thinks he's been keeping buried since the moment he met you.

He groans into your mouth when you moan softly, his hand slipping up and gripping the nape of your neck again, his fingers buried in your hair as he devours your mouth.

You whimper as his hands move over you, your own hands wrapping around his neck pulling yourself closer, tilting my head so he has full control of the kiss.

Bucky lets out a rough groan against your lips as you tilt your head, so damn obedient, so eager for him to take what he wants. His grip tightens in your hair and on the small of your back, pulling you flush against him letting you feel every goddamn inch of his body pressed into yours.

"Perfect." He murmurs against your mouth, "So fuckin' perfect like this."

His hips rock up once, just enough to remind you exactly how much he still wants you. You gasp at him jerking his hips to yours, feeling him still solid underneath you. You're eyes widen at how fast he's ready to go again, a smile playing at your lips.

Bucky smirks up at you, his own lips swollen and kiss-bitten, eyes still dark with lust as he watches the way your lips part in surprise.

"What?" He teases roughly, "Surprised? Sweetheart, after what you just did to me? Ain't no goddamn way I'm lettin' this end yet.

His fingers grip your waist tighter, sliding down to hitch you higher on his hips so that his tip presses right against where you need him most, warm and hard even through the thin fabric of your panties. "Unless," he murmurs, voice dropping low again, "You're tired already?"

"Ah - fuck - Bucky - yes - yes" You pant pressing your forehead to his to center yourself.

Bucky groans at the sound of your voice, hoarse and wrecked already as you cling to him. His hands drag down your back possessively, fingers digging in just hard enough that you'll feel it later when he holds you like this.

"That's it," He rasps out, breath hot against your lips, "Say my name again, just like that." He rolls his hips up against yours, slow but firm, letting you feel every ridge of him through the thin fabric between you. "Want me to take these off?"

"Yes- yes- please - yes -Bucky" You whimper rolling your hips down on him.

Bucky's breath hitches at the way you say his name like that, so needy, so desperate for him. His fingers hook into the waistband of your panties in one quick motion, yanking them down just enough to expose you before he grips your hips and pulls you flush against him again.

"Christ," He groans, "Look at you." His thumbs trace slow circles on your bare skin as he watches how easily his cock presses right where you want him most, already slick and ready for him. "Gonna take me just like this, sweetheart?"

Trembling, already feeling yourself thick and wet with slick. "Yes, yes, anything for you Sargent." You say practically begging.

Bucky growls at your words, his grip tightening on your hips as he shifts you into position, lining himself up with a slow roll of his hips. He watches every single reaction flash across your face, your trembling, the way you fall apart just from the promise of him filling you up again. "God," He rasps out roughly, "You beg so damn pretty."

Then he drags you down onto him in one smooth motion, groaning when your body swallows him whole.

You cry out a load moan, head tipping back eyes shut, "Ye-ah- oh my- fuck." You pant not caring that some poor strangers outside might hear you.

Bucky moans at the way you cry out for him, your voice raw and hoarse already and he's only just gotten started.

"Jesus, Jesus Christ," He moans softly, "Feel so goddamn good around me, sweetheart."

He grips your face, his thumb rubbing over your lip as he looks up at you through his lashes.

"Wanna see you when I take you, okay? Open your eyes for me, wanna see that."

You open your eyes bringing you face to his once more, rolling your hips down as you bounce on him bringing yourself up just high enough that he almost slips out before pushing back down with a steady pace. Eyes locked on his, moaning and whimpering uncontrollably.

Bucky bites his lip so hard he thinks he might draw blood, trying with every ounce of self control he has to not flip you over and take you on the counter in front of him, but god damn, the look you're giving him. You're looking at him with so damn much passion, so damn much need, and you're taking him so goddamn perfectly, he knows he'd do anything to keep that sight of you just like this for himself, and no one else.

He runs a hand up your back, fingers tangling in your hair before pulling your head to his. The kiss is all messy and rough and teeth and tongue, just messy and desperate and like he's dying for the taste of you.

"I'm the only goddamn person you're going to be looking at with those pretty eyes, understand?" He murmurs against your lips. "No one else gets to touch you but me."

You moan louder at his possession on you. Only ever wanting to be his, the words send a jolt through your body.

Bucky hears the way you moan, how you respond, to him telling you he's the only one who gets to touch you. He likes seeing you looking at him like that, so needy and desperate, like you're his.

"That's it," He growls out, "That's it. I like hearing you moan like that, sweet girl. Like you're mine."

"I'm yours, I'm yours." You plead between heavy panting as you move yourself up and down him. Your breath hitching whenever he thrusts back into you.

Bucky's grip tightens on your hips, rough enough to bruise, but not hard enough for you to want him to stop. He meets every one of your desperate movements with a sharp thrust of his own, his jaw clenched so tight it hurts just to keep from losing it completely at the sight of you like this.

"Say it again," He demands, voice guttural and raw, "Tell me who the hell you belong to."

"I'm yours Bucky, all of me, it's all for you." You cry out pleasure pulsing through you, it's almost dizzying.

Bucky groans deep and primal at your words, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you down harder onto him with every snap of his hips. His forehead presses against yours, breath ragged and hot between desperate kisses. "Damn right you are," He rasps out roughly, "Gonna make sure everyone fucking knows it." His hands slide up to grip your throat lightly, just enough pressure to make your pulse flutter under his fingertips.

"Ahhh- yes- yes- baby d- dont stop- please," You choke out nearly a sob as your vision blurs.

Bucky swallows hard against your throat at the way you're begging, your voice so desperate for him it makes his heart damn near stop. No one, no one has ever begged him for anything like this, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't do something to his ego.

"Look at you," He groans against your skin. "All desperate and begging for me, sweetheart. You like it, don't you? Like me having you like this, completely at my mercy."

"Bucky-I- I'm-" you try to finish your sentence but a pulse rushes through your core like before, and you're nearly at your breaking point.

Bucky feels it, the way your body starts to tighten around him, that telltale clench that means you're right on the goddamn edge again. His hands slide down to grip your hips harder, helping you move faster as his own thrusts turn sharper, more desperate. "I know," he growls, "I feel it. Go on, sweetheart, let go for me."

His fingers dig in just enough to leave marks, like he wants proof tomorrow of exactly who made you fall apart like this.

You bite your lip, hard. Nearing drawing blood. Your moans turned to heavy pants as you feel your body ripple, "I'm gonna- so- close" you breath before you feel it snap inside you, your body shuddering as you gush on him, harder this time, soaking the both of you.

Bucky lets out a filthy moan at the feeling of you coming apart around him, his grip tightening on your hips to keep you exactly where he wants you as he watches your face twist in pleasure. He can't help but grind up into the slick heat of you, dragging his own release right back to the surface again with how good it feels.

"Jesus Christ," he grits out between clenched teeth,"You're gonna ruin me." His hips jerk up once, twice more before he finally loses it, burying himself deep as his own orgasm crashes over him with a guttural groan.

Your forehead pressed to his, jaw slack as you watch his eyes as he releases inside you. Bucky's forehead stays pressed to yours as he comes undone, eyes locked on you like he's memorizing every second of this. His hands slide up your back, pulling you even closer as his body shudders through the aftershocks, his breath ragged against your lips. "Fuck," He mutters hoarsely, "You feel- Christ-you feel too good."

His fingers brush gently through your hair now, softer than before, almost reverent.

"I've never felt like that.." You whisper, your breathing at a more manageable pace now.

Bucky's fingers keep stroking softly through your hair, his thumb tracing gently over your jaw as he looks you over. You looked so goddamn beautiful like this, breath ragged and eyes heavy with pleasure, like you belonged right there with him. The most beautiful goddamn thing he'd ever laid eyes on. His hand moves again, brushing over the mark he'd left on your neck earlier, something dark and possessive flaring in his eyes again.

It was supposed to be two easy days of cat-sitting Alpine. Just like you always had every month. You cat-sit her and you earn two hundred at the end. It was all great doing this for him, especially for you. Sure it never quelled the tiny (huge) crush you had for the man but it was helpful cash for you. Plus, he confessed to you after six months of doing this that it did get lonely for him at times so, you were happy he considered you somewhat as a friend. And that he trusted you to some degree.

You knew his secret. He’s a vampire and that his monthly vacations were to quell his thirst. It wasn’t hard for you to figure all of this out and the way you found out never made sense to him, but you knew his soul. He knew yours.

It was just…you never expected to see him at his front door in the middle of the night, a whole day early from his bloody trip, staggering while he’s on his knees as blood was coated his body and clothes. The redness seeped into his floors. A tiny puddle of red slowly emerged as the darkness swallowed the color deeper. His face was flushed and beaten, his eyes barely opening.

“Oh my god.” You choked out.

You carefully placed Alpine down on the couch and rushed over to him, placing tender hands on his forehead, “What happened, Bucky?”

Bucky, with whatever strength he had left, tried to push you away from him but you stayed put, your clean hands now painted with his blood. He mumbled something incoherent as his head spinned and spinned. The air was getting dazier and thicker for him. The figure of you blurry.

“Bucky?”

He shut his eyes to wallow the pain. “You need,” He winced, trying to even his breathing as he held onto his stomach, “You need to go.”

You shook your head, inching yourself closer to him to inspect how badly the bruises on his face were before your eyes worriedly searched his body. You then used your hands to pat around and when you found the wound spot, you quickly tore off your sweatshirt. Luckily you wore a tank top underneath.

Bucky gazed upon you and started shaking his head, “Please, go. You don’t need to do this for me.”

“Are you kidding me?” You furrowed your brows as you gently moved his hands away from the wound and wrapped your sweatshirt to keep the blood from oozing out more, “Bucky, I’m your friend.”

“You’re my cat sitter.”

“You’re only saying that now cause I’m helping you.”

You disregarded how his blood was on your hands, on your favorite sweatshirt. At this point, it didn’t matter to you. This man single handedly saved your life with the money he gave you every month and to think you’ll just stand around without helping him was bullshit to you.

With quick succession, you wrapped a careful arm under his arms and hoisted him so he was able to lean on you somewhat despite his taller height. You watched him intently to see what he needed, what his face was like, what medical attention he needed.

You couldn’t let him bleed out like this even if you knew he was an immortal vampire.

Bucky stumbled a bit as you guys started to walk to the nearest bathroom. He would hiss as he moved, his face scrunched in such a way it made your heart break. His body was slumped on you mostly and you used whatever strength you had to carry this bigger man.

Pressing down on his wound, his mind still waving in and out, his eyes gazed upon your dizzy figure. “I’ll heal.” He mustered out but the way his grip tightened on you made his statement unbelievable.

“Self-healing or not, you need medical attention, Bucky.”

He frowned, mumbling, “No I don’t…”

“Whoever told you the lie that you don’t need it is a bullshitter. You’re not Batman. Just tell me what I need to do.”

You two managed to make it to the downstairs restroom. You quickly heated up a warm bath to wash him up and found some medical supplies from the sink’s cabinet. He stopped protesting against your help and let you shimmy him out of his clothes.

You pried your eyes away when you helped him take off his slacks, but you couldn’t help the disgusting urge to look at him exposed all the way. But you kept the boundaries in check, never looked below his lower half. He needed help whether he believed it or not.

The whiteness of the bathroom had splatters of the red on little spots. His clothes made the wall painted red, the doorknobs you opened were painted in the red. And when you ushered him in the hot water to wash off his blood, the water turned a lukewarm red quickly.

You cautiously cleaned the wound he had on his stomach, wiping the rest of his blood clean everywhere on his chiseled body. His erratic breaths soon turned quaint as he let you clean him. Your eyes stayed on his face to stop them from looking anywhere else on his body.

The only sounds in the restroom were the splashes of water and his occasional wince or hiss.

You were softly rubbing the bar of soap over his stomach where the wound. You absorbed every reaction from his face. His frown, his scrunched face, his brows furrowed. You took it all to see when the cleaning was too much. His eyes were shut the entire time, trying to keep the loopiness down.

“Doll…” He muttered.

You leaned in closer to hear him clearer, “Yeah?”

His hand slowly grasped your wrist and you gulped, your heart pittering. He opened his eyes, his head tilting so he could see you better. His eyes were low and dark as he moved your hand to his chest, metaciously watching your every breath, every move, every reaction.

“Thank you.”

You gave him a faint smile and ignored the way your stomach was flipping with this burning desire, “I would’ve done it in a heartbeat.”

“And you did.” Bucky jokes and the two of you sweetly chuckle but the moment falters when he hissed loudly, his head rolling back and his eyes back to being shut. “Fuck.”

“Here,” You pulled the drain from the tub fast, “Let’s put you in a robe so I can stitch your wound.”

You turned around to find one of his robes but his hand pulled you back roughly to the spot you sat at. Confused by his action, you looked at him to see him shake his head.

“I just want to rest now.”

Even though you were afraid the wound wouldn’t heal when you dragged him to his bedroom, he reassured you it was alright. (Though you still wrapped the wound with a bandage). You gave him a robe so he was able to sleep in some clothes rather than lay naked. Plus it was easier than dressing him knowing you were going to be face to face with his dick.

It eased your heart a little knowing that.

He fell asleep the minute he was covered in blankets and when his head hit the fluffy pillow of his. Little Alpine came strolling and took her place right next to him. She meowed while looking at you, as if telling you to come too in bed, but you told yourself no that’s delusional and you closed the door quietly so you could take a shower.

Yet you couldn’t sleep that night. Even after you took your shower and wore the silk black pajama Bucky gave you as a present. The second day was sleepless too. You took care of Alpine as usual but this time you waited by his door in case he needed something. By the third day where Bucky had rested like he was in a coma, you were growing restless with this urgent need bellowing in the bottom of your stomach. Combined that with your tired self, you were bitchy to yourself to say the least.

On the fourth night when you washed the pajama set (seeing how the clothes you were when he was bloody got bloodied, it was hard to wash off blood), you laid in the bedroom that Bucky claimed was yours while you were over cat-sitting. Sure you were extending your stay, but you were worried for him and if he wasn’t awake soon, you were sure he wouldn’t like to see his cat meowing and purring cause no one took care of her.

And for the first time in ages, you tried sleeping. You had your eyes shut tight and you snuggled with another pillow on the bed. There you pushed images of the beach, hiking, anything you would deem peaceful to help you sleep. But nothing worked because your random thoughts would shift to Bucky going down on you, biting you, grazing his fangs over your lips, him eating you out while you’re on your period—

What the fuck is wrong with you?

You moved your fingers to touch your lower lip and let out an annoyed huff when you realized you bit down hard, specks of blood started to drip. Frustrated, you went out of the bedroom and walked down the hallway to reach the grand staircase. You kept your hand on your mouth to stop the cut from flowing more blood.

You were six down from the stairs when you stopped, hearing footsteps from above.

“Doll?” His voice was raspy and low, maybe even a hint of sultry in it. “You’re still here?”

You whipped around to face him and the relief spread throughout. With your hand still covering your mouth, you nodded, “Of course I am,” You mumbled, “Someone had to take care of Alpine.”

He didn’t smile. But he smelled an intriguing aroma coming from you, the boxers he put on before leaving now tightening. He leveled his breathing as he started to make his slow descent towards you and you were pretty certain he was hunting you.

The way his eyes slanted and how dominating his presence was gave you this exciting feel in your core. Your thighs clenched when he stopped in front of you, one of his hands gently tugging your wrist to unwrap the gift you were beholding from him; your dripping blood.

“May I see it, love?”

You held back a whine as you nod, never looking away from his eyes. It seemed like his wounds and pain were healed. The bruise that was near his eye disappeared.

He moved your hands away from your bleeding lip. His eyes gazed upon your blood coated fingertip. He was trying hard to control himself. His jaw clenched as he reached his hand closer to your lips, peering down at you through his eyelashes.

“May I?”

“Yes.”

Your heart was beating fast as he glided his finger over your blood. Like he was a scientist, he sucked your blood off your finger and it was like tension rolled off of him. He towered over you and placed tender hands on your cheeks, gently pulling your face closer to his.

Both of your heads touched and you couldn’t deny how this situation made you feel.

“Do you know how long I wanted to taste you, doll?” His head tilt made you feel like he was taunting you, his words making your head turn into the thought of that, “Every damn month when you show up on my doorstep with that pretty little face of yours, your smell overwhelms me.”

You couldn’t help the whine that left your lips. Your body squirmed around, hips trying to reach him but he inched his lower half away.

“Did you know?” He asked, his warm breath clouding your senses as he turned you into mush.

“No.”

He breathed in deep. His thumb started to trace your cheek in delicacy as he stared at your face for a while. Relishing the small reactions you gave to his touch, his words.

“Would you give me the permission to taste you even more? Touch you where you want it?”

You gazed up at him with fast nods. Your body was heated with this lustful energy and you just wanted him now selfishly. Like all of the small dreams you had of him came true.

“Need you to use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes…please.”

His tongue glided across his lips at your words, your eyes concentrated on how they glistened after. The light of the moon fell perfectly on you both. His eyes bounced to your lips and to your eyes and when you nodded again to push him to the edge, his lips engulfed yours.

It was gentle. His hands moved to your hair, to your neck, to your face, anywhere that he could touch you. He started to guide you down so you two could sit on the wide staircase, comfortable enough than standing. He leaned back on the railing, the sensual kiss pursuing. He licked your lips and rolled you on top so you were straddling him.

He produced deep grunts when he tasted your blood and when your hip started to grind against his in a desperate manner. He felt your wetness soak his boxers, his dick erecting harder at that feeling.

You moaned when his tongue experimentally prodded against yours. He assumed from your reaction it was alright and his tongue met yours again, your hands combing through his hair for some form of grounding. His nails traced your back in a repeated pattern as he bucked his hips into yours and you moaned in surprise, breaking the kiss.

The both of you catched your breaths, your chest heaving. His spit combined with yours covered your mouth, the blood he went in search for gone. You gulped and was ready to kiss him back, but his face had gone to the crook of your neck. His fangs grazing your skin, earning him shuddery breaths and goosebumps from you.

He nibbled in different areas to find your sweet spot. He listened to your every reaction and when he finally found the spot, he began sucking, and placed his hands on your hips to help you grind against his crotch. He didn’t give you a hickey, no, with a test of his fangs, he bit into your neck, holding you still as you gasped out.

“Shit!” You muttered, your forehead laying on his.

He drank your blood slowly as he didn’t want you to pass out on him but fuck, he wanted you to get used to this. He couldn’t get enough of your blood. He groaned when it reached his tongue. It was hard for him to stop, especially when you moaned and whined next to his ear, urging him to keep doing it.

But he let go. His desperation was clear when he licked over the spot he bit into to swallow more of your blood. He looked over at his bite mark proudly, loving the way you were marked. With your blood covering his fangs and mouth, he looked up at you.

“How did it feel, love?”

You moaned, arms wrapped around his neck as you continued to grind on him.

“It felt good.”

“Yeah?” He slowed your grinding, wanting you to look at him for a moment. “I enjoyed it. Your taste fucking gives me life.” He planted a kiss on your cheek, pecking his lips to your jawline, chin, neck, before grazing your lips, coating yourself in your blood, “What else did you want me to do, huh?

You hummed as you tried to push down on his clothed dick again, but his hands held a firm grip on your hips. “Fuck, Bucky, please.” You whined desperately into his ear, earning yourself a deep chuckle. “This isn’t funny at all.”

“I need you to use your words, doll. I’m not gonna do anything else unless you give me permission.”

“Just shut up and kiss me.”

“My pleasure.”

Your lips crashed onto his. This time it was passionate. He let his fangs graze your lips and every time you shuddered or moaned, he would hump against you. You tugged on his tongue and he hummed, his hands gripping on your hips tightly now.

He did the same to you, but he eased you down on your back, his knee spreading your legs open. He soon planted kisses all over your face and neck, his hands clasping your shirt so he could unbutton it. You watched him, seeing his hands expertly doing so.

You looked at the beautiful sight in front of you. With his beefy body on top, no shirt on, and the clear erection he was keeping in his boxers, you only got more wet. You wanted to clamp your thighs together but he knee kept spreading you apart.

Bucky took your shirt off and stared lustfully at your uncovered breasts. He started to massage them, giving you tiny peeks to see if this was pleasuring for you. When he got his answer, he licked the nipple and relished in the way you rolled your head back, your back arching at the sudden warm temperature.

He gave your boobs the attention they deserved. With one hand massaging the other or squeezing your nipple sometimes while he sucked and licked the other and then he would switch. You could only moan at the worship he was giving your body, your hands beginning to tug on his hair.

He sucked on one of your breasts before releasing it with a pop, circling his spit over your nipples. He glanced at your disheveled self, “Does this feel good, love?”

You groaned at the raspiness in his voice. Nodding, your face scrunched in pleasure, “It feels good, Bucky.”

“Finally responding to my questions, hm?” He nibbled on your ear, his hands dragging their way towards your shorts, teasingly tugging on the hems of it, “You know how to be good, huh?”

“Mmhmm,” You whined, “I know how to be good.”

Bucky grinned. With a slow taunt, he got rid of your shorts and placed them somewhere near. He dragged his fingers towards the outline of your panties, rubbing his thumb in a circle on the inside of your thighs. He hummed at your desperate pleas, leaning himself closer as he started to kiss your jawline.

His fingers, so close yet so far, grazed your pussy through your underwear and you whined, bucking your hips up to find his fingers. He gently tapped your cheek so you could open your eyes, and cupping your cheek so softly, he whispered, “I want you to stare at me while I finger you.”

Fuck.

You nodded, staring into his eyes that intently stared into yours. You couldn’t even watch his fingers take your panties off or watch his fingers barely miss your throbbing cunt. You wanted to look away from his eyes so you could grab his wrist and do the work instead, but his eyes held you in your place.

One finger found your clit and you quietly gasped, resisting yourself to flutter your eyes shut. His finger started to rub your clit. Your thighs clamped on his hand but he used his knee to widen your legs again.

The more he waited and teased, the more wet you got.

“Bucky, please—“

“Shhh,” His finger dipped to your entrance and you whined, trying to grind on his finger but he simply moved it away, “It’s okay, doll. You’ll get what you want soon enough. Just keep those precious eyes on me.”

His finger went back to your wet pussy and he gathered your slick, humming when he realized how wet you were for him. Tilting his head, he found your entrance and with one finger, he pushed his finger little by little, watching how your eyebrows bunched up together and much you wanted to look away but you kept your eyes on him, letting him soak in your pleasured expression.

He didn’t move his finger for quite some time, letting you grind helplessly on his finger to find the relief yourself. The sight alone had him leaking in boxers.

Then he started to pump his finger in and out, slowly, testing you. You moaned, your hands trying to find something to grasp on. The obscene and slick noises coming from your pussy and your moans were the only sounds around you guys.

Your hand grabbed onto the railing behind you. The intense staring was hot and it only made you want more of his fingers inside of you, pumping fast. You wanted him to find your release. Let him stare at you while you orgasm.

You moaned loudly when he started to pick up his pace, his other hand finding your breasts. He spit on them, using his spit like a lube as he massaged your boobs like he did before.

“Bucky.” You drawled out his name, mumbling cuss words under your breath, “Don’t stop, please.”

But like a tease he was, he pulled out his finger, smirking when you groaned. You pulled yourself up on your elbows and glared at him, “You’re such an ass, you know that?”

He shrugged.

“Bucky—“ You gasped when he inserted two fingers inside you. You huffed, resting on your back now at the new feeling, ignoring even staring at him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Am I an ass now?”

Frustrated, you shot out your hand to his boxers and touched his throbbing dick. He grunted, eyes closing shut. His stomach tightened when you began stroking him through his boxers.

“Shit doll.” He groaned out, quickening his pace with his fingers. “This makes me want to fuck you so bad.”

“Fuck me, please.”

He pulled out his fingers again, much to your dismay, but he pulled down his boxers with your help. You stared at his dick and the way his precum glistened and leaked out. You supposed there was always another month to suck the hell out of it.

He settled you into a position as he pumped his dick. His eyes relished in the sight of your wet pussy, seeing the way it clenched around nothing. He bit his lip and positioned his dick to your entrance, looking at you, “Are you comfortable?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky used your slickness to lube the tip of his head. Guiding it to your hole, he slowly inched his dick inside, losing all of his self control when he heard you strung out moans and gasps.

He pushed himself all the way inside, his head over yours and his arms besides your head. Veins popped out from his neck as he shuddered at the feel of your pussy stretching and taking his dick.

Clenching his eyes, he bottomed out and the both of you groaned at the feeling. Your hands wrapped around his arms, nails digging into his skin. He grunted, snaking his mouth to your neck where he thrusted his hips.

You moaned and he couldn’t help himself anymore. After years of not having sex, he couldn’t help but to chase your high.

“I’m so sorry, doll.”

“Why are you—fuck!” You shouted.

Bucky slapped his hips against yours repeatedly, grunting each time he did. His arms gave up on him as he wrapped them around your back while you wrapped yours around him. He listened to your breathy moans in his ear, the primal rage in him wanting to go harder, but he restrained himself from doing so.

He felt the way your boobs moved up and down on his chest and when you started grinding your hips against him at the same pace he was going at. It was all so warm, he knew he couldn’t hold in his release for much longer if you kept doing this.

“Where do you want me to cum, doll?” He groaned out, caging you closer to him. “I, fuck, you feel so good. The way you’re clamping down on me, shit, feels like heaven.”

“Cum in me…please, sir.”

“Fuck.”

He didn’t speed up his movements but the nickname you used for him lit up a fire in him. He kissed your neck, licking over the mark he made, now littering you with purple hickeys. “You have no idea how good you feel. How badly do you want to cum?”

“Very badly?”

“Yeah?” He thrusted deeply, you moaning loudly, “You want to cum? You can cum, love. Want you to cum while I’m fucking you like this. I know this pussy wants to cum so bad. Come on, doll, cum. You got this.”

You moaned. The coil in your stomach churned when he talked to you. So cooing. With one last thrust, your thighs clenched as you groaned, cumming while he fucked you through it.

“I got you, fuck, yeah, I got you.”

He didn’t hold out for long after you did as he grunted and came inside of you. You hummed when he did, your pussy becoming sensitive the more he slowly thrust into you to finish both of your releases.

Panting, his head fell onto your shoulder, giving you tiny kisses where his mouth was. He pulled out his dick and watched his cum leak out. Fuck, there was no way he could consider you just his cat-sitter anymore.

He used his boxer to wipe down there for you, apologizing when you moved your hips away. You yawned, the tiredness catching up to you. Bucky grinned and lifted you up, letting you wrap around him as he carried you to his bedroom.

“If you get pregnant, I swear I won’t leave you.”

You laughed against his neck, “I have the arm implant. Trust me, I’m not getting pregnant, Bucky.”

“So my name is Bucky now, huh? No more sir?”

“Oh, shut it.”

He cleaned you up in his own bathroom. You fell asleep in the tub before he even finished. Cleaning himself off, he puts you in clean nightwear clothes and carries you to his bed. He covered you in blankets and kissed your forehead before moving to the other side, cuddling you.

He lets out an overdramatic, long sigh. “Seriously? Just like that?”

Snorting, you shrug. “What; did you think she was gonna leave it all here? Some of that shit is valuable, you know.”

“It’s been three days,” Bucky says with a clenched jaw. “Can she not come and talk to me about this?”

“Look, I seriously couldn’t give a fuck about your relationship,” You tell him with a bored tone. “All I know is that it’s fucking over, and you need to get that into your fucking head. So move out of my way, and let me get Anna’s fucking shit.”

Reluctantly, he steps aside, wordlessly permitting you to enter. And enter you did, the sound of your heeled boots hitting the ground with every step you took. As you look around, you’re disheartened at how normal it all looks. “Really?” You ask him, spinning on your heel with a frown. “You didn’t even have the decency to box her shit up?”

He slams the door shut behind him, his eyes narrowing. “And that bitch didn’t even have the decency to break up with me in person.”

You tilt your head, confused. Anna had told you otherwise. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the crappy break-up text,” He reveals, making your eyebrows raise.

“She did it over text?” You ask. “She didn’t tell me that.”

Bucky lets out a dry laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure there’s a lot of shit she lied to you about.”

Smirking, you take off your leather jacket and place it on the back of his couch. “She probably lied about how good you are in bed, seeing as the minute you guys broke up, she admitted to faking it every single time.”

That touched a nerve. His metal hand clenches into a fist, sending a shiver down your spine. You’ve always been intrigued by it, to the point where you’ve almost asked Anna if he’s ever used it in bed, but you held back in case she accused you of being interested in her boyfriend.

“Just take her shit and fuck off,” He grumbles, before storming over to the bedroom and slamming the door shut behind him.

You hold back a snort and take out the list of items Anna gave you of the things you are absolutely not to forget. She had taken most of her things, but in her enraged rush out of the apartment, she understandably left some things behind.

laptop + charger (don’t fucking forget the charger)

yankee candles - there’s 3 limited edition ones in my dresser I NEED

underwear (esp. the pink fenty set)

grey fluffy blanket

There are two entire pages of the most boring, nondescript items possible, but you owe it to her to collect them all. After all, Anna's the only reason you felt confident enough to take on life in New York fucking City, and she has helped you out numerous times before.

You find around half of the items when you traipse over to the bedroom. Knocking on it, you wait until Bucky lets out a grunt before walking in. 

It's dark, and messy, but you weren’t exactly expecting a honeymoon suite.

“What?” He asks gruffly, laying on his back in the bed while staring up at the ceiling.

With a deep breath, you manage to keep in your laughs at how pathetic he looks, and turn on the light. “I’m gonna need that blanket back, Barney.”

He lets out a long groan, before sitting up and resting against the headboard. With a glare, he crumples up the blanket that was covering his legs and throws it over to you. 

You catch it and fold it in your arms, giving him a smug look. “What were you expecting, exactly?”

Bucky’s eyes narrow as he looks over to you. “The fuck are you talking about?”

“I mean, you were literally the worst boyfriend ever,” You state with an incredulous scoff. “I’m surprised she even put up with you for eight months.”

“I was not the worst-”

“Did you not cheat on her?” You ask with a deadpan expression. “Like, two days into your relationship?”

“You don’t fucking know anything,” He says angrily, getting up to his feet. You notice that he's only in a tight black top and some loose grey boxers. “We weren’t even officially dating back then.”

“You were still a shitty boyfriend,” You maintain with a smirk. “You forgot her birthday, tried to make it up to her with a fucking cup signed by Iron Man when it’s a known fact that Cap’s her favorite, you were late to almost every date - oh, and here’s the kicker; you laughed in her face when she told you she loved you.”

He processes your words before sneering. “Don’t call him that.”

You tilt your head, “What are you talking-”

“Calling him ‘Cap’ like you know him,” He cuts you off with a bitter tone. “When you don’t.”

“What do you mean? Steve and I are buddies,” You tell him nonchalantly with a shrug. “Besides; he likes when I call him ‘Cap’. Makes his cheeks pink.”

“And,” Bucky begins, choosing to ignore how angry your comments about Steve make him while stalking over to you. “I only laughed when she said ‘I love you’ because I knew she didn’t fucking mean it. And you know what she did? She broke up with me - proving my fucking point!”

“Oh, whatever,” You groan, turning to leave. “I literally could not give a single shit.”

“You know, you keep saying that,” He comments, following you out of the bedroom. “You keep acting like you don’t care- then why the fuck are you here?”

You roll your eyes at how stupid he is. “I’m here because I care about Anna, and because she’d rather swallow razor blades than have to see you again.”

“You’re here for Anna, huh?” Bucky questions, a sly smirk on his face which unnerves you. “Then why the fuck do you keep glancing down at the imprint of my cock?”

You laugh. It's all you can do. A mixture of nervousness, embarrassment, and a clear attempt to prove he's wrong leads you to bursting into laughter, shaking your head. “Holy shit, Barnes. You really are deluded, aren’t you?”

The smirk only grows on his lips, his eyes looking you up and down. “Wanna know something? Sometimes, I wish it was you I took home that night.”

Your breath hitches in your throat at the mention of that fucking night, the memory of which comes crashing down on you like an unexpected wave.

“And then Jason said he’d be down, as long as I didn’t kiss Ranvir,” Elena told you, her voice slurring as he hunched over the sink. “Which, like, what the fuck is up with that? Kissing is such an important part of sex for me.”

You sat on the counter, swinging your legs back and forth as you tried to ignore the feeling that you were floating on a boat. “Well, you need to be careful. Having a threesome could ruin things with Jason.”

“But we trust each other,” She insisted with a pout, looking up at you through the reflection in the mirror. “I just- hic- I just wanted to take our relationship to the next level.”

“I wouldn’t say a threesome is the next level,” You said with a laugh, feeling yourself relax as the effects of the alcohol began simmering down. “It’s more like... a side mission. It’s definitely an option, but it isn’t mandatory. If you do it, it could be great. You could win some extra points and maybe a new skill or two. Or, you could get killed, and the game would end.”

Elena took in your words with wide eyes, her mouth opening and closing like a fish while she contemplated things. “I need to talk to Jase. Right now.”

Before you had a chance to say anything, she grabbed your hand and pulled you off the counter. You almost tripped and face-planted the ground in the process, but you were able to find your footing and keep up with her rushed journey out of the bathroom and back into the bar.

The dancefloor was busier than when you last saw it, but it wasn’t Elena’s destination. Instead, she pulled you back over to where Anna and the boys were sitting in a booth, empty jugs and toppled over glasses covering the table. 

When you got there, you saw a few new people with your friends. Anna’s eyes widened when they landed on you and she rushed over, pulling on your hands. “You won’t fucking believe it.”

“What?” You asked, just wanting to get a drink as you felt yourself sober up.

The excitement in her eyes was unlike anything you had seen before, and you admittedly felt it rubbing off on you. “The fucking Avenger guys are here. The hot ones.”

“Aren’t they all the hot ones?” You asked with a mumble, letting her drag you over to the table.

“Guys, this is my best friend, Y/N,” Anna introduced, smiling widely before turning to you. “Y/N, this is Steve, Bucky, and Sam.” She spoke proudly, as though she herself had created them.

Sure, they were good looking. Sure, they had celebrity. Sure, they had literally saved the world multiple times.

But you just wanted a fucking drink.

You were polite and greeted them, not thinking much of the interaction- until your eyes met a pair of blue ones, and it felt like the world had stopped turning just so you could focus on speaking to this magnificent being.

“Hi,” You managed to get out, feeling tingles when he took your hand in his. “I’m Y/N.”

He smiled at you, making your heart skip a beat. “I should’ve known a jewel as pretty as you would have just as pretty a name.”

Before you could offer him a blowjob, Anna practically jumped onto him, her hands digging into his arms. “This one’s mine, Y/N,” She informed you with a cheeky wink. “Is it okay if I leave a little early tonight?”

You felt disheartened, but it wasn’t the end of the world. It was typical for Anna to get first dibs on guys, and most of the time she didn’t even need to call dibs- they’d naturally gravitate towards her confidence and beauty. “Of course,” You replied, unable to meet the man’s eyes as you kept your gaze trained on Anna. “Just be careful, and text me when you get home.”

“I always do!” She sang before dragging him away, but not before you and him could share one last look that said, ‘Fuck, I wish it was you I was going home with’.

Instead of letting your mind imagine what they must have been getting up to, you got to know Sam and Steve while trying to drown out the sound of Elena begging Jason to drop the threesome idea.

“You snooze, you lose,” You say with a casual tone, hoping your facial expression isn’t betraying you.

“Only thing I lost out on was a good fuck,” He muses, smugness on his features. “Anna may be a lot of things, but she’s sure as hell a lot less annoying than you.”

Glaring at him, you place the blanket into the box of Anna’s things before giving him a pointed look. “You think about fucking me a lot?”

Bucky gives you a toothy grin. “All the damn time. If you weren’t so annoying, I’d act on it.”

You laugh again, shaking your head while busying yourself with picking up Anna’s trinkets from the coffee table. “You’re such an ass.”

“It would have saved me eight months, too,” He begins, walking over to you. “If I had taken you home that night, I wouldn’t have been in a useless relationship for the better part of a year.”

“No?” You ask absentmindedly, trying to act nonchalant while stacking up tiny plates and potpourri into Anna’s box.

“Nope,” Bucky confirms. “I’d have fucked you and never seen you again.”

“What makes you so sure about that?” You ask, finally looking over and meeting his eyes.

He licks his lips before answering you. “Anna, I saw a future with. She’s a good girl. Sensible, most of the time, and devoted to me. You, on the other hand,” He lets out a dry laugh, a wicked grin on his lips. “You’re not exactly the type of girl I’d move in with after three months.”

You fake a pout and poke his metal arm. “Are you trying to hurt my feelings, Mr. Barnes?”

“Not at all,” He maintains, crossing his arms across his chest. “Just telling you the truth.”

“Maybe if you weren’t so scared of me, you would have taken me home that night,” You challenge him. “But you chose the good girl. The sensible girl. The girl who promised you her devotion. And for that, you were served with boring sex.”

He laughs loudly, falling back onto the couch. “Who said it was boring?”

“Anna, for one,” You tell him with a sly smirk. “I didn’t peg you as a gentle spooner.”

“What can I say?” He asks with a shrug. “I know my audience.”

You turn around, done with the conversation, and bend over to plug out Anna’s laptop charger. To your confusion, Bucky starts laughing, making you roll your eyes before spinning on your heels to face him. “What?” You spit maliciously.

“Kinda laying it on thick there, darlin’,” He begins with a smug tone, making you huff. “You come over to my place, days after I break up with your best friend, wearing the shortest skirt you own. What’s your play here?”

A snort leaves your nose. “If you must know, Barney, I just came back from a hot date.” Walking closer to him, you lift up your chin and meet his eyes. “And this is not the shortest skirt I own.”

“No?” He mumbles, his jaw clenching as he looks you up and down. “How was the date?”

You shrug, “Boring.”

He pouts, placing his cool metal hand on your hip and making you shiver. “That’s a shame. He missed out on what could have been the greatest night of his life.”

Raising an eyebrow, you bite back your smirk. “And how would you know about that?”

A dry laugh leaves his mouth. “Anna told you what I was like in bed.” Leaning closer, he drops his voice to a teasing whisper. “And Steve told me all about you.”

You’re lost for words, your lips parting but failing to muster up some words. Bucky begins sauntering away, but you can’t let him leave you after dropping such a bombshell. “I hardly even remember that night with Steve.”

He faces you, grinning. “You’re quite the heartbreaker, aren’t you?”

“Is that why you’re so scared of me?” You challenge, biting your lip. “You think I’ll break your heart, too?”

“Darlin’, I have no heart to break,” He tells you. “Just ask Anna.”

“So why stay with her for so long?” You question him. “If you never felt anything?”

“I cared about her,” He insists. “I still do. I thought that would have been enough for her.”

“An orgasm or two would’ve helped,” You tease, to which he groans.

“I’m not bad at sex,” Bucky tells you through gritted teeth. “She was just... too gentle for the kind of sex I wanted.”

Now, that sounds intriguing.

“Oh?” You walk over to him, teasingly trailing a finger down his chest. “Is that so?”

“What are you doing?” He asks gruffly, tightly grabbing your hand. “Don’t start something you won’t be brave enough to end.”

You laugh at his overdramatic words. “Calm down, Barney. I’m just playing with you.”

“So play with me,” He utters, taking hold of your hips and pulling you closer. “Just this once.” You begin to laugh, but he continues talking before you can say anything. “It’ll be our little secret. It isn’t like we’ll see each other again after this.”

You’re in disbelief at what you’re hearing. “Are you insane?”

“You can’t deny that there’s been a sexual tension between us since the night we met,” He stated gravely, keeping his hands tight on your hips. “I know you want me just as much as I want you.”

He’s right. God, he’s so right. “But, Anna-”

“Fuck Anna,” He cuts you off bluntly, his hypnotic eyes boring into yours. “She isn’t here. She won’t find out.”

Swallowing, your eyes widen. Are you actually thinking about doing this? “Barnes-”

“Let me make you cum,” Bucky mumbles, making your legs squeeze together. His lips brush against your ear, his smooth voice lowering. “I know how naughty you are. How naughty you can be. I know our sinful secret will only make you cum harder.”

It doesn’t take long for him to pick you up and take you into the bedroom, where he drops you onto the bed with a bounce. He strips down while you do the same, throwing your clothes onto the floor where they form a pile. Now naked, Bucky climbs on top of you, his action filled with urgency.

“I’ve been waiting to try you for so long,” He admits, grinding his boner against your inner thigh. “I’ve had lucid dreams of this moment.”

You laugh at his admission, spreading your legs a little wider for him. Finally, your lips meet in a hot kiss, your mouths immediately opening as your tongues stroke against each other. He sucks and bites down on your bottom lip while trailing his finger up your thigh and onto your throbbing clit. You’re already wet, but his touch makes your pussy even wetter, as he begins rubbing circles on your sensitive bud.

“Oh, fuck,” You whine, bucking your hips.

“So soft and wet for me,” He whispers, placing his free hand around his cock and pumping himself, getting his shaft as hard as possible for you. It doesn’t take long for him to be fully erect, his fingers slipping into your entrance while he rubs his dick against your stomach. “You want my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” You let out with a whimper. “Please, Sir.”

He shivers at the name, wasting no time in bringing the tip of his dick to your needing, wanting cunt. With his metal hand tightly holding your hip in place and his flesh hand cupping your cheek, he plunges into you, giving you every inch he has. Your back arches and your eyes roll back as you feel him fill you up and stretch you out, with a perfection that only nature could write. 

Bucky groans at the sensation of your tight pussy gripping him, and he takes a deep breath while trying to calm down his heart rate. He cannot allow himself to cum this fast. You’d never let him live it down.

With new determination to last, he begins fucking you, hard and slow, making you moan beneath him. He revels in the sounds, knowing that he is the conductor of the music. “That feel good, baby?” He asks you, but you can’t reply. Your mind is elsewhere, in a place where only Bucky’s touch and voice and smell and sight and taste matter. You’re floating in a bubble that he blew up just for you, but after some dazed moments you see his blue eyes and you float back down to semi-reality.

“Yes, daddy,” You say, in too much bliss to regret it. If you were in your right mind, you’d be mortified at what just left your mouth - but here, in the bubble, you don’t care.

Bucky, on the other hand, grits his teeth. Are you purposely trying to make him cum before even three minutes had passed? Nobody has ever called him ‘daddy’ before, and he never really got why Sam and Steve would rave about it so much - but now, he understands. He completely fucking understands. “Holy fuck,” He groans, resting his forehead against yours. “That was fucking hot.”

You only moan in response as his cock pummels in and out of you, speeding up. He lifts up one of your legs, resting your calf on his shoulder, before leaning forward again. The new angle allows him to fuck you deeper, hitting your g-spot over and over.

“You feel so good around daddy’s cock,” He tells you, causing a stupefied grin to grow on your lips. “So fucking good.”

Your hands hold his head close to yours, your fingers rubbing his scalp, causing his eyes to roll back. “Am I your good girl?” You ask innocently, needing to hear him say it.

Bucky can’t believe how good he feels. He thought Steve may have been over-exaggerating when he called you the best one-night-stand ever, but now he realized that Steve hadn’t hyped it up enough. Then, a slight fear came to Bucky- what if he likes this too much? As agreed, this is a one-time thing, but what if one time isn’t enough?

“Daddy, please,” You beg, tearing up. “Say I’m your good girl.”

Who gives a fuck whether this is a one-time thing? He’s too overwhelmed by you and the situation to refuse anything you ask of him. “You’re my good girl, baby,” He mumbles, making you moan with delight. “You’re daddy’s good girl.”

Bucky feels your pussy clench around his cock as he speaks, driving him to chase that feeling.

“Fuck, baby,” Bucky groans, his thrusts getting sloppy as you both feel your orgasms approaching. “You gonna be good and take all of daddy’s cum?”

“Yes, yes,” You promise, squealing as his thumb makes its way down to rub rapid circles on your clit. Holding your breath, your orgasm washes over you and you scream out with pleasure, digging your nails into Bucky’s back. “Fuck, daddy!”

He can’t take it anymore. Feeling your juices squirt around his cock, Bucky fucks you faster before his own orgasm hits. He fills you with his hot cum, letting out a shuddered breath. “Oh, fuck, baby.” He thrusts a few more times, making sure to give you every drop, before pulling out of you with a low groan.

You’re whimpering and mewling underneath him, while he collapses onto you, breathing heavily. In your head, you’re still floating around in that bubble, unable to come to grips with reality just yet. After a few minutes, though, you hit the ground, and realize just what happened.

Feeling a wave of embarrassment, you put your hands on Bucky’s shoulders and push his body off of you. You can’t believe you fucking called him daddy. 

“You okay?” He asks softly, almost dragging you right back into that bubble.

But you fight it. No matter how much you want him to take you into his arms and stroke your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, you fight it.

“I’m sorry,” You stumble, sitting up and moving to the edge of his bed. “It’s just - I went into...” Would he even understand the concept of subspace?

“It’s okay,” He assures you, even though he doesn’t exactly understand what it is you’re apologizing for. “That was... great.”

“It was,” You agree, picking up your clothes and pulling them on. Once you’re clothed, you turn back to face him and give him a small smile. “I look forward to never seeing you again.”

Your words dishearten him, but he does well not to show. “Me too, darlin’.”

Opening the drawer behind you, you pull out the three Yankee candles Anna asked for before waving at him. “Goodbye, forever.”

He watches you walk towards the door, giving you a salute. “And ever.”

🔥

You ran through flaming halls as you searched for the family on the top floor that got stuck as the Avengers helped the others get out earlier.

Your lungs were on fire, the piece of fabric you tore from your shirt not doing much to shield you from the dense smoke, legs throbbing by the time you heard faded cries for help. You reached the door isolating yourself from the screams, kicking it down. In the corner of what once was a bedroom, two men used their bodies to shield a pair of frightened babies beneath them. You kneeled beside them, yelling above the sounds of destruction. "I´ll get you out of here, but I need you to trust me!" Both men nodded their heads.

Taking both babies on your arms, you confined them inside the thick material of your jacket, closing the zipper to protect them from the smoke. You helped the men up and split your improvised mask in two, handing it to them.

Their lives were on your hands now, and you needed to get them out fast.

The construction could collapse any second, the exact reason why the flying Avengers couldn´t get to them earlier, the structure of the building too damaged to do so without the risk of the whole thing crashing down.

On the way back out, you had to drag the civilians down the stairs and halls more than once, the amount of smoke they inhaled causing them to get dizzy. So basically carrying four people through flames that surrounded you from every direction. Piece of cake.

You heard the walls crashing down behind you as the outside light was finally visible, and your comms came back to life.

“Y/N! This place is about to collapse, where are you?” Tony sounded concerned, but you couldn´t find the strength to respond, your lungs and legs burning.

You rushed the family in front of you and pushed them forward as you felt the floor shaking, your body leaving the construction a second before the entrance walls crumpled behind you.

Paramedics ran towards you, and you finally opened your jacket, revealing the small babies inside.

“We got them now, miss.” One said and took the kids to be put in oxygen. With a silent thank you, their parents followed with tears in their eyes.

Another paramedic approached. “Miss, can we check on you?”

“Take care of the civilians first.” Your voice was hoarse and your throat felt dry.

“But, miss...”

“Go.”

You saw his blue uniform getting farther away from you, as the world began to spin. Recognizing the uniforms of your friends, you reached forward, grabbing what was not there. Your legs gave out, and all you could feel was a hot and cold feeling.

As your vision blacked, you could sense the person running, the soft sound of the Quinjet doors closing the last thing you heard before darkness took over.

Your eyes opened slowly, adjusting to the dim light in the room. The mattress under you was way too soft, not the med bay´s hard one you expected to feel.

“Hey honey, how are you feeling?”

You turned around, seeing a smiling Wanda standing by your bed, Nat by her side.

“Hey.” You were confused as to why you were here, but the concern on Nat´s face made you let that go for now. “Good I think? My body is currently begging for mercy, but well, were Avengers, that´s just a case of the Mondays for us."

They both laughed softly and Nat took your hand in hers, sitting next to you and pulling you into a side hug.

“You scared us Y/N. You weren´t answering and for a second I was afraid we were going to lose you.” Looking into her and Wanda´s eyes, you felt the guilt, a weight on your chest. You looked down, blinking away tears.

“I´m sorry, I won´t do it again.”

“We all know that´s not true, honey,” Wanda said, joining you guys at the bed and you giggled.

The red-head witch turned on the TV and you remembered to ask why you weren´t in the med bay, but they both just looked at each other with lips pulled into smirks and told you that you would soon figure it out.

You three spent the whole day like that, watching trashy reality shows and some weird Russian films Natalia forced you to watch, even though the only thing you understood was the action scenes. What were they even fighting about? That you had no idea.

By the time F.R.I.D.A.Y let you know Steve wanted to see you, the sun had already begun to set.

You walked to the meeting room and found Steve, Sam and Barnes sitting at the long table. Sam was laughing at something and- wait, was tin man blushing?

“Hey, guys.” They all turned at you with dear caught in the highlights looks and you had to hold in a laugh. “You asked to see me, Steve?”

“Yes, I did. Please sit down Y/N.”

You did as he told and watched as Steve stared at you with the same worried expression you noticed on the girls earlier.

“You can´t keep doing this Y/N. It´s not the first time you put your life at risk in a mission, and we can´t keep counting on luck.”

Of course, you would get a Captain America speech.

“Look, I get it, but what did you want me to do?” You heard the former Winter Soldier huff and you rolled your eyes, so fucking done with his bullshit. “What now Barnes?”

“Maybe not running to eminent death would be a good idea.”

He was mad, which wasn´t exactly news since White Dog and you never really got along. He always said you were reckless, joking around way too much on the field, and you always thought he was way too serious, never even cracking a smile. You two could be colleagues, and you had a lot of respect for the soldier, but you two were like fire and ice.

“And maybe I should´ve waited for the firefighters like I was told to, and then a whole family would be dead now.”

Silence took over the room. Yes, you knew you had to be more careful, but how could you when you knew people were in danger?

“We just want you to be safe Y/N. You scared us.” The Falcon´s sweet tone made you regret being so straightforward.

“I know Sam. And I´m sorry I did, I just... this is the job, isn´t it? We all risk our lives every day to help people. I chose this, and I´m aware of the possible consequences-”

“Consequences? You´re saying your death would be a consequence?” Barnes got up, his chair falling to the floor and his voice way louder than before.

You stand up, your hands hitting the table as you spoke.

“It´s my fucking life, Barnes. I don´t even get it, why are you so mad about this, anyway?”

He stared at you for a second, his face red and his stare burning through you before storming out of the room.

“What the fuck was that?” you thought out loud.

“Language. And I think he´s just worried like we all are.”

You almost laughed at the thought, Barnes worried about you? Yes, totally the case.

“That´s not it. But he can´t just say shit like that and run away.” You walked out of the room hearing Steve mumble something about how people your age have to wash their mouths with soup.

You knew Barnes would be going to his room, probably locking himself there until morning like he always did, but not today.

You slammed your fist on his door.

"What?!" he opened the door, his face just starting to return to its regular shade.

"Why are you so mad?"

He tried closing the wood, separating you two, but you knew him, hands on your hips and determination in your eyes, your foot stoped the door.

"I asked you a question, Barnes."

The man looked like he wanted to punch you, to scream at your face, push you to a wall and tell you all the things he hated about you, but instead, he did something that surprised you even more.

He kissed you.

Soft lips touched yours, his rough flesh hand gently cupping your face as your body stood stuck on the spot. He backed away just a little, your lips instinctively moving forward, looking for his.

His forehead touched yours, his chest rising and falling quickly, your own heart beating so fast, you knew he could hear.

His fingers moved to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, eyes boring into you.

"I caught you, and you were barely breathing when doctor Cho started working on you." He talked fast, and with the confusion in your mind, you could barely keep up. "I know you hate to stay in the med bay, so I took you to your room, but you still looked so beaten up-" Bucky stopped, shaking his head like he was trying to get his thoughts in order. He looked down at you and for a second you swore there were tears in his eyes. "I can´t lose you, Y/N."

This time, you kissed Bucky.

There was no tenderness in this kiss, your hands roamed on his neck, his on your waist, pulling you to his room. You kicked the door close, your fingers tangling on Barnes´s long locks, his hands against your covered thigh, boosting you up, your covered center brushing against the prominent bulge on his jeans, making you both moan at the sensation.

"Fuck, doll." his hips pressed you to the wall, his thigh in between yours, keeping you in place.

Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, Bucky lifted his arms, the piece of clothing thrown somewhere in the room.

His flesh hand wrapped around your throat, a gasp left your lips and his eyes widen.

"You like that, don´t you?" he smirked as he pushed your chin up with his nose, lips traveling your neck, barely touching the skin.

"Stop being a tease, asshole." he cut you off as he sucked at your skin, a moan erupted from you. You knew a purple mark would soon be there, and the thought had you panting.

Barnes looked at you, the blue in his eyes long gone, his pupils dilated with lust, looking almost completely black.

"Is that what you want, doll?" He kept sucking bruises in different spots, making sure to leave hickeys behind. "For me to mark you up? Make you mine?"

His tongue traced the marks, the warm feeling going straight down to your core. His grip on your throat got tighter, and you gasped.

"I asked you a question, Y/N."

Rocking your covered center against Barnes thigh, you felt his muscles clenching under you. Your feet touched the ground and you pushed the soldier to his knees.

"Fuck you, Barnes. Now make good use of that mouth, will ya? You talk too much.”

He ripped your shirt, and you had to stop yourself from slapping him in the face. You pushed him away before he could get to your pants.

"No, I like this one." he laughed as you removed the jeans, but silence took over as you stood before him, body only covered by black lace. Liking his lips, he pushed you against the door, drooping to his knees before you.

"You are going to be the death of me, doll."

Barnes pulled your leg to his shoulder, and you shuddered when his tongue moved against the fabric, moving it to the side and tasting you.

Your head fell back and you were sure the motherfucker was trying to torture you, his teasing tongue licking your pussy from top to bottom, fingers dangerously close to that one place that had you seeing stars.

"Bucky."

The sound of his name on your lips made him feral, his tongue making you feel things you didn´t even know you could. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue invaded you.

"Fuck." you pulled at his hair, and he moaned against your core.

One thick finger slowly entered you, your mouth hanging open at the pleasure. "Got to get you ready for me." He put a second finger in, and you couldn´t hold the loud moan you let out.

He slowly pumped his fingers into you, your chest falling and rising quickly as his metal fingers found your clit, drawing circles in the bunch of nerves that took you closer to the edge.

Bucky noticed the way your thighs began trambling, your high just about to hit when he stopped, removing his fingers and ignoring the names you called him.

"Oh, no, doll, you´re cumming on my cock first." He picked you up and dropped you on his bed. "Don´t worry, I´ll have a better taste of you later."

His jeans fell to the floor, your mouth watering at the outline on his black boxers. You finally understood the reason behind the happy smiles of the girls that you saw leaving his room by morning.

Bucky kissed his way up your body, taking his time as he reached the inside of your thighs. Your fingers pulled on his hair, his lips never leaving your skin.

You kissed as your lives depended on it.

You palmed him through his boxers and he moaned against your mouth.

"Are you sure?" He gave you the same look from when he first kissed you. You had no idea what it meant, but something in you hoped to see it again. "I know you´re still healing-"

"I want to."

There was nothing left to say, no doughts left as you removed his underwear, your pussy clenching at the sight of his cock.

Your hands wrapped around the base, thumb spreading the precum all over his length.

He opened his first drawer, pulling out a condom, and you took it from his hand to put it on him yourself.

Bucky lowered himself, your chests touching as he positioned his member in your entrance.

"Tell me what you want, doll." you stared at him, panting, dying for more. "Beg for me."

"I will not-" his tip entered your channel, your eyes closing. "Bucky..."

He took your hands, holding them tight above your head. Inch by inch, his cock stretched your walls. His lips touched the tip of your ear, and his whisper made your whole body shiver. "Beg."

Your head screamed at you, your ego bruised enough already, but the feeling was just too good. Bucky Barnes was sin incarnated, and God, you never wanted to go to hell so badly.

"Bucky, please! Please, fuck me." You could feel his smile as he susurrated.

"Was it that hard?"

Before you could answer, Bucky moved, almost leaving you empty, before bottoming out.

You thought you had known pleasure before, but nothing compared to the feeling of Bucky inside you, hitting that spot within you with every thrust.

"Holy shit." he pulled your leg, holding it as he managed to go deeper inside of you. “You’re so fucking tight. Fucking made for me.”

His cold hand grabbed one of your breasts, his mouth on the other. He licked and bit your nipples, enjoying the feeling of your piercing on his mouth.

"God, such a good whore for me, hun?"

Your foot pushing against his ass, you begged him for more. "Harder, Bucky."

He pulled out, maneuvering you into your hands and knees, your ass up, and he smiled to himself.

Bucky pushed into you in one, hard thrust. His palm crashed into your ass and the hard slap had your body moving forward. He pulled you back and slapped your ass again, harder this time.

"Shhh, I know you can take it, doll."

The headboard rhythmically hit the wall, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping against skin, and with the pure smell of sex, the room felt and looked like pure sin.

"You thought about this before, doll?" Bucky´s hand grabbed the wood above your head, the sound against the wall louder as his thrust deepened. "Cause God, I did."

You moaned loud enough to wake the whole compound, Bucky´s dick twitching for being the one to get those sinful sounds out of you.

"You´re such a tease, Y/N. Walking around the compound when you knew I was the only one up in those red shorts you know had me drooling." Bucky pulled your hair, forming a make-shift ponytail and grabbing it. "Jerked off thinking about you, fucked all those pretty girls thinking about how it would feel if it was you in that goddamn uniform. I would take you in front of all those rookies that can´t take their eyes off of you, shove my dick down your throat as they watched. Would you like that, doll? Would you like me to show them who you belong to?" You nodded quickly, not able to form a sentence. Plus, the way your pussy clenched around him was just as good of a reply. "Good girl."

He kept thrusting into you, your vision going blurry at the intense pleasure, the burning on your ass bringing you closer to the edge.

"Bucky, I´m gonna-"

"No. Not until I say you can."

Your head was pushed to his pillow, his smell enveloping you. Suddenly, everything was Bucky. His scent, his touch, his sounds. You were drowning in him, and you still wanted more.

His fingers found your clit, your moans music to his ears. Your cheek pressed to his bed, Bucky fucked you like he hated you, and maybe he did, you had no idea, and right now, you couldn´t find it in yourself to give a fuck.

His hand wrapped around your throat, bringing you up to him, his torso against your back, your breasts bouncing at his force.

The assault on your clit and his cock hitting your g-spot had you seeing stars. Your body dangling on the edge of your high.

"Come for me, Y/N." His fingers sped up. "Come for me, doll."

Your body listened to him, eyes shutting close and mouth hanging open in a silent scream. A couple more thrusts and it was too much for Bucky, your walls hugged him like they were fucking made for him, and he came like he never had before, quietly moaning your name.

Bucky gently laid you on his bed, getting up and walking to his bathroom.

The feeling of emptiness that came over you was scary, but you ignored it as you began to feel the exhaustion.

He came back a couple of minutes later, helping you clean up with a washcloth. Laying beside you, you both breathing hard, your body´s covered in sweat, you laughed. "You know I still hate you, right?"

He looked at you, the most sincere smile you had ever seen on him plastered on his lips.

"Was about to say the same, doll."

You snuggled closer to him, his arms wrapping around you, and your head laying on his chest.

"You could." Your voice broke the silence.

"Could what?" His fingers danced through your hair

"Do the things you talked about." His lips turned into a smirk and you hated how your body got warmer at the thought.

"Yeah, maybe I will."

You both laid in each other's arms and Bucky was confused as he realized that for the first time in decades, he was truly at peace. Something in the way your fingers so tenderly traced the scars on his shoulder almost made him tear up.

When his breathing got slower and you knew Bucky was about to fall asleep, you looked up at him and said the words that had been on your mind since you met him, the words that scared, and freed you the most.

You normally didn’t care what you did. You partied, drank, did un-describable amounts of drugs and slept with more people than you could count. Your parents being the world’s most religious people decided you had to go to church and “repent your sins”. So that’s where you are now, driving to the local church. You remembered going a few times for Christmas ceremonies, although you never really paid attention. 

   You parked your car in the empty parking lot. Walking up to the doors, taking a deep breath not wanting to be here at all. As soon as you opened the door the sound of light gospel music filled your ears. You almost couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the very hot priest standing over one of the pews. He hadn’t even noticed when you walked in. 

  “Excuse me?” You said in a soft voice hoping not to startle him. It did the exact opposite. He jumped with a short yell and turn around.

  “Lord have mercy you nearly gave me a heart attack young lady.” He huffed out while holding his chest. “What can I help you with darling?” He procceded. 

  “I-I..” you stutter trying to regain composure after the man stared down at you. “My parents are forcing me to repent my sins.” you meekly say. Usually you are very confident but the priest does something to you, not sure if it’s from him being so much taller than you or the fact that you now have to tell this man everything you’ve done. 

  “I see, well please come have a seat.” He points to the pew next to him. You slowly walk past him and sit down, him following suit. “Call me Bucky or Father, whatever you feel most comfortable with. And your name is?”

  “Y/n.” you say with a small smile. 

   “Okay y/n, where would you like to start?” He asks looking at you. His deep blue eyes are for sure looking straight through you right now. You slightly shift in your seat.

   “Um, there is a lot so I guess I’ll just start at the beginning. I started sneaking out and going to parties about a year ago, I constantly get drunk and do all kinds of drugs, nothing too hard obviously just the ones for having fun. I’ve slept with more people than i can even remember. Girls, guys I don’t really care.” You say looking at the floor. All you hear is a slight sigh from beside you as if Bucky is trying to comprehend everything you just spit out. 

  “So underage drinking, illegal drug use, premartial sex, homosexual acts. Sounds like you’ve got quite the list going y/n.” He says almost mockingly. You finally look up at him, hes smiling at you. “How do you expect to get rid of all your sins? Hmm?” he asks. Then he’s grabbing your chin and pulling your face closer to his. “You’ve have been such a bad little girl. And you don’t even care. You’re proud of it. Only here cause mommy and daddy are making.” he spits. 

   “Please..” you beg rubbing your thighs together just now realizing how turned on you were. I mean look at this man. His dark hair pulled up into a low bun. Dressed in black form head to toe. He’s a walking sin, how he’s a priest suprises you. He laughs at your begging. 

   “Please what y/n? You asking your priest to fuck you? Such a dirty girl. You don’t even care that I’m old enough to be your father.” He says through a smile. You’re squerming in his grasp. Just wanting some relief. He lets go of you face making you whine at the loss of contact. “Follow me.” That’s all he says before walking away from you. Following closely on his tail, he takes you to his office in the back of the church. He closes and locked the door behind you. You have no clue what you got yourself into. You don’t even know this man.

  “F-Father?” you say shyly while looking up at him with big eyes. He just goes feral. Slamming you against the door smashing your mouths together. The kiss is all teeth and pure lust. His large hands wrap around your small waist, pulling you up so your legs wrap around his waist. The slight friction from his pants rubs against your clothed core. Moaning into his mouth, hands in his hair. 

   “This what you wanted huh? Knew from the second i laid eyes on you that this was what you wanted. Can tell a little slut when i see one.” his hand travels to your jeans. He slowly pops the button. He stops there though. “Is this okay?” you nod. “Darling need you to use your words please.” he says looking you in the eyes.

   “Yes Bucky please. Just need you. Need you so bad. Please.” he cuts you off with another heated kiss proving that what you had said was enough. His hand creeps into your pants feeling how wet you actually were. 

   “Oh doll, all this for me? so fucking wet” he slurs slicking his long fingers up before plunging one into you. You moan out loudly but then cut yourself off by coverin your mouth with your hand. Only to have Bucky pull it off. “Nuh huh baby. Wanna hear how good im making you feel.” Pulling another moan from you, Bucky’s lips are then attached to your neck sucking a mark into the skin. 

“Bucky.. please more..” you whine. He pulls away from you completely. His dark eyes running along your figure.

“Strip” was the only thing he said while still taking in your body. You slowly start pulling off your shirt then slipping your jeans down your legs. Left in nothing but a matching black lace set, you stood in front of him. “Everything” he pointed to your bra and panties. Finally taking everything off, his eyes rake over your naked frame.

“What a pretty little Angel for me. Go lean over the desk.” Quickly obeying his order, you lay your body stomach down on the table. Slightly spreading you legs giving Bucky the perfect view of your dripping cunt. Before you could register what happened he slammed himself into you. Letting out a loud moan feeling his massive cock stretching you apart.

“Little slut loves when she gets fucked like a whore doesn’t she?” Thinking it was a rhetorical question you didn’t say anything. This made Bucky still within you causing you to whine. “When I speak to you, you fucking answer!” He growls in your ear as his hand wraps around your throat. That’s when it hit you, this man had a metal fucking arm. “Yes daddy, I’m a slut.”

His rhythm never failing he continued to pound into you leaving your mouth hang open for air. He suddenly flips you over so you’re on your back then slamming into you again. The new angle ripped moans from your throat as Bucky sucked hickeys into to skin on your breasts. “Fuck Angel I’m gonna cum.” He says lowly. His metal hand travels down to your clit slowly rubbing circles. You felt the coil in your stomach starting to tense.

“Bucky don’t stop please right there!!” You scream as he ruts into you harder and deeper. You’re cumming around him milking his cock. He continues to fuck you through your orgasm chasing his own. With a low grunt and a bite to the collarbone he spills into you.

After a few moments, he slowly pulls out. Mixtures of the both of your arousals leaks out of you onto his wooden desk.