Shifting around on your L- shaped cotton couch, you managed to nuzzle even deeper into your boyfriend's broad muscular chest.

You currently sat with your knees held up to your chest, with Bucky's vibranium hand rested comfortably in between your thighs, as you laid into him.

You’re about an hour or so into this new movie that popped up on your netflix? Honestly you couldn't be sure, it was hard to pay attention to anything when you were as close to Bucky as you are now.

The soft flutter of your eyes didn't go unnoticed by him, noticing your sleepy state, he shifted himself and you, to get you more comfortable. He carefully leaned the both back deeper into the plush material of your couch, being careful not to disturb you.

Once his desired position, Bucky finally released the deep sigh that followed him around all day. Relaxing his muscles and letting his stone cold guard down, he accidentally triggers the recalibration system of his arm.

A very soft whirling sound overlaps his sigh, followed by light clicks that run from the top of his shoulder, down to his metal wrist. But that isn't what wakes you, in truth, it doesn't even cause you to stir. It's the squeezing of the skin on your inner thigh–that causes you to flutter your eyes open and tilt your curious gaze up just barely to meet Bucky's calm, sleeping expression.

Before you can speak again, or maybe try to gently shake him awake ,the first vibrational pulse runs from your inner thigh and down to the tip of your pinky toe. The sensation causes you to jump, not with pain, but something else. A nearly silent sound, halfway between moan and a query leaves you.

“Buck, what- what is th- oh”

A pulse much deeper than the one before runs through you, only this one feels like it was sent directly through your sensitive centre, causing a stir in your lower belly. Now fully awake, you shy your head into Bucky’s arm and grip his bicep, trying to suppress a moan. Something you were sure would freak him out–his girlfriend getting off on his prosthetic reboot.

All the while Bucky is out cold, drifting off into dream land while you try and fail to move out of his bionic grasp.

Unfortunately for you, the pulse increases again, somehow feeling closer to your heat than before, causing you to squeeze the hand in your thighs and release the moan you were trying too hard to protest.

“Bucky!”

Less than a second later, the grip on your thigh releases and the sensation ceases. Immediately upon regaining consciousness and control of his arm, Bucky yanks it away from you, springing off of the couch.

He now stands in the middle of the living room, holding his vibranium arm against his chest staring at it with a look on his face, you hadn't seen before. While you, of course, remain frozen on the couch, knees still pulled up to your chest, reeling from the previous events.

Quickly breaking out of his trance, Bucky releases his arm back down to his side and forces himself to meet your gaze. He braces himself for your reaction, unable to read your expression as you stare back blankly at him.

He expects you to kick him out, yell, cry, curse him out, maybe even call him a freak. Anything but what you did next.

A huff of air leaves your mouth first, followed by a quiet… laugh? No, you couldn't be laughing right now, of course not. But there it is again, a quiet chuckle before, you're actually laughing. As in full on, shoulders shaking, audible laughing. Before he knows it, Bucky’s laughing with you, covering his face with his flesh hand. Why is he laughing?, he's not sure. Maybe it's relief, maybe it's out of pure admiration for you, all he knows is that he adores you.

After the laughter dies down, you're the first to break the silence.

“Baby, what the hell was that?” You ask with a small laugh, with the same smile on your face that you always wore when talking to him.

“Doll I'm so sorry I-, that shouldn't have happened i-” He starts, before you cut him off, realizing that if you let him start, he'll never stop.

“James, stop apologizing, just tell me what that was” You state calmly

“Sorr-” He cuts himself off with a sigh and a dramatic slight flare of his arms before starting again. “It was my arm, just a- uh, recalibration.”

The only sound in the room now, is the background noise of the rolling credits to whatever movie the two of you had put on.

The way Bucky is looking at you right now, is comparable to how a small child looks after doing something wrong. Just barley shifting back and forth on his feet, eyes not leaving yours for a second. You could almost swear that he’s pouting at you right now, the winter soldier–pouting. After barely any thought on the idea, you decide that since he’s already embarrassed, what you’re thinking can't be that bad.

“Can you do it again?” You ask with a light tilt of your head and a slightly seductive tone.

Bucky can't believe what he’s hearing, not only did you not scream “Get out freak!” like he had ridiculously expected his girlfriend of 2 years to do, but you wanted him to do it again.

Why would you want to do it again, there's no way you could have enjo- oh. That's why you wanted him to do it again.

You sit back and watch the change in Bucky's demeanor as the gears spin in his head. The worriedness in his expression is overtaken by a look of desire and curiosity as he begins to walk closer to you.

“You, You’re sure that didn't hurt you or anything? because I don't have control over it whe-” His words are cut off when you swallow them in a kiss, dragging him back down on the couch over you. Catching himself with his hands, that now rest on either side of your head as he lays over you, Bucky kisses you deeper now, groaning into your mouth when you bite his lip just soft enough to avoid drawing blood. He trails wet kisses down the side of your neck, occasionally sucking your skin into his mouth, to watch you writhe underneath him.

You shiver as his cool vibranium finger runs along your soft goosebump riddled skin. Slowly, he draws your white cotton sleep shorts down your thighs. Groaning when he sees that you decided to forgo underwear after your shower.

“You’re killin’ me doll, you know that?”

Shifting slightly, he uses both his flesh and vibranium thumb, to carefully spread you apart. You can practically hear your wetness slipping off your fingers, causing a shudder of embarrassment to rush through you.

Embarrassment that was quickly replaced with pleasure when you feel his soft lips on your sensitive bud. Applying pressure against you, his tongue begins to swirl in a repeated figure eight motion.

The sounds of your wetness against Bucky's tongue and your moans fill the air as you grind against him, craving the pressure that you know he’s withholding from you.

A whine leaves your lips when Bucky brings himself off of you to breathe. But instead of going back down on you like you wished he would, he moves to shuffle his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his thighs. Kicking off the gray materials once they reach his ankles.

Your eyes drift down to his large cock that sits between the two of you, as do his. Bringing his flesh hand back down, he pumps himself a few times before lining up his tip and your entrance. Groaning into the skin of your shoulder as he feeds inch after inch deeper into your soaked cunt. Bucky places his cool vibranium hand over your entire cunt.

”You say stop at any point and I'll snap this thing off of you…you hear me?” Bucky says quietly, searching your eyes as if he’ll be able to find the answer behind your irises.

You nod, keeping eye contact, even after you begin to hear the whirls and clicks in various places throughout his arm. As the vibrations begin to pass through you, Bucky grinds himself deeper inside of you. The double stimulation allows him to bury himself further in you. The pressure from his hand and cock have your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you whine his name through your apartment.

”J-james oh my—haah, feels so g-good”

“Yeah? you like when I do that baby, what if i…” He trails off as he begins to slowly drag his cock out of you, forcing you to feel each and every pulsing ridge and vein, before slamming back in. You scream when you feel it, completely overstimulated and helpless underneath him.

Your walls continue to suck every inch of Bucky’s cock back inside of you, after each time he pulls out. As if the sensations you were already feeling weren’t enough, Bucky brings his mouth down to your ear, whispering to you while lightly biting the flimsy cartilage.

“Love taking care of my girl like this—fuck, you feel so good squeezing me in like that” He stops to bite your ear agian and pick up the speed of his hips.

”Gonna cum ‘round my cock, doll? Yeahh you are, go ahead baby I got you.”

The knot in your stomach releases with Bucky’s permission, as your body squeezes around him again. His metal hand ceases its vibrations, giving Bucky back his control over it. Bringing both his hands to either side of your head, providing him support as he victorious to thrust in and out of your lax body. The thought of him using your body for his own release excites you enough to pulse around him and meet his eyes. He’s always beautiful, but this is your favourite way to see him. Hair slightly sweated to his forehead, eyes covered in a lust driven haze, dog tags dangling from his neck and swinging back and forth in your face each time he drives into you.

”Please come for me baby, ‘want you to come inside me, can you do that for me?” You speak in a pleading tone, bringing your hands to cup both sides of his face as he nears his release.

“Cant…fuck I- im c-“ Releasing his loud inside of you with a crude moan that echoes off the drywall of your home. Collapsing on top of you, Bucky pulls his arm to your waist and nuzzles his head into the corner of your neck.

“You okay, doll?” He asks, completely rid of all his energy, and still worried about you. You hum in response, entangling your hand in his dark brown locks and resting your head to your side. Just as sleep begins to take you away, you murmur to bucky,

”Can’t believe you’ve been holding out on me Barnes…”

Making a mental note to repeat the actions of tonight, for many years to come

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