#fae!bucky

You stood beside Aster near the outer curve of the ballroom, where the light caught in her hair and turned it copper-bright. It was not an accidental place to linger. From there, the high tables lay in full view, as did the great silvered doors through which the higher fae made their entrances when they wished to be noticed.

Aster had noticed your choice of vantage long ago.

She leaned in just enough for her perfume, something green and flowering, crushed stems and nectar, to reach you. “You have not moved from this spot all evening.”

You kept your gaze on the swirl of silver drink. “I rather like this spot.”

“Of course you do.” Aster’s smile sharpened. “It gives you the perfect view of the high tables, the doors, and every grand entrance worth noticing.” Her head tipped toward the open stretch of floor before the courtly procession. “You are waiting for him.”

Your mouth thinned. “I am watching everyone. That is simply what I do.”

“And I am sure my disappointment has nothing to do with the fact that your stubborn lurking has cost me a Sylvan and possibly a very lovely Pan.”

That pulled the faintest curve from your mouth, clearly unbothered. “Tragic.”

Aster gave a quiet laugh, shifting beside you until her bracelets chimed softly. “Tragic for me, perhaps. I might have been adored by moonrise if you had let me wander.”

“You never require permission to wander.”

“No, but I do enjoy company while being admired.” Her gaze slid sideways, sly and bright. “Instead I have been left to watch you pretend you are not listening for every herald at the door.”

“I hear everything in this room.”

Aster’s smile lingered. “Yes. That is rather the problem.”

You glanced at her then, only to find her studying you with the easy cruelty only a dear friend could manage.

“Before you say it, I am awre that he is not the only one worth observing,” you pointed out, just watching her face.

Aster only lifted her brows. “No. But he is the only one you have ever watch without once pretending otherwise.”

You said nothing to that.

Her expression softened only a fraction. “Still, for someone who claims to be watching everyone, I do appreciation that when called out you don’t deny your interest on one particular arrival.”

You lifted your goblet, more to busy your hand than from any desire to drink. “You are tiresome tonight.”

“And you are transparent.” Aster’s smile turned wicked as the nearest doors opened again to admit another bright cluster of Seelie nobles. Her gaze flicked to your throat. “There. Again.”

You stilled. “Again what?”

Her gaze stayed on you “Your chest, your breath.”  Her hand gesturing across your torso. “It does that thing every time the door goes.”

You turned to give her a look, only to have the room shift.

It happened all at once. Conversation did not stop. The music tightened into something finer, colder. Candle flames drew narrow and pale. A group of Seelie nobles near the dais lowered their voices behind bright, brittle smiles.

Aster followed your line of sight and softly exhaled. “Oh.” Even she seemed to go a little weak at the sight of him.

The Winter Knight had entered.

He stood among the Unseelie delegation like the embodied threat of the first frost, beautiful, merciless, and entirely beyond persuasion. Dark armour sheathed him from throat to boot, etched with silver filigree so fine it looked like hoarfrost creeping over midnight iron. One arm was wholly armoured, brighter and stranger than the rest, as though winter had reached up and remade part of him in its own image.

Not a lord dressed for spectacle.

A weapon dressed for court.

Beside you, Aster breathed the words like a secret. “Well. That is unfairly dramatic.”

You should have laughed. Instead you found yourself watching the hard line of his shoulders, the stillness of him, the way the crowd seemed to bend without ever quite yielding. His hair brushed his collar, dark against skin pale as moonlit frost. He wore no jewels worth noting, no smile, no expression that could be easily read. Only that terrible fae composure, aloof, elegant, remote.

As if he had been carved from the cold place beneath winter rather than born.

Aster’s warning brushed your ear. “Don’t.”

You blinked. “Don’t what?”

“Look so directly. Unseelie notice things like that.”

“I am not doing anything.”

Her fan lifted, hiding her mouth though not the amusement in her eyes. “You are very much doing something.” She hissed at you “And if you keep looking at the Winter Knight so directly, someone will decide that is a game.”

Before you could answer, his gaze crossed the ballroom.

It found you at once.

The distance between you became unbearable in its precision. He did not start or linger in any mortal fashion. He only looked, and in that look was the chill of riverwater under ice, the hush before snow, the old and inhuman patience of something that knew seasons could be used as knives.

Your fingers tightened around the stem of your goblet.

Aster went still beside you “Oh, you poor thing.” The words barely rose above a whisper.

You could not tell whether she meant you or him.

Around the hall, the Equinox Ball shimmered on. Petals fell from a flowering archway and crisped white before they reached the floor. Somewhere distant, someone laughed too sweetly. The air smelled of roses, candlewax, thawing earth, and the clean silver edge of oncoming frost.

Then one of the Unseelie stepped into his path to speak, and the moment broke apart.

You drew breath too quickly.

Aster tapped her closed fan against your wrist. “Well,” she murmured lightly, “this has become interesting.”

You kept your eyes on the ballroom, though your skin still remembered the weight of that glance.

Oh, no, no, Bucky had much dirtier thoughts in mind, thoughts that made him harder than he’s ever been before.

Which brought her to the present.

He has her naked, her back against the largest tree in his forest as tendrils wrap tightly around her wrists and ankles, keeping her in place and stretching her wide open for him.

She looks at him with confused need in her eyes as the cool breeze hits her pussy and hardens her nipples.

If he wanted her, why didn’t he just take her privately like he usually does? Why in the middle of the forest where birds were flying around and squirrels were climbing up trees?

She knew they were just animals but she couldn’t help but feel dirty being exposed to their eyes, even if their gazes weren’t interested.

“You wanted to become part of nature, bunny.” Bucky answers her unspoken question with a smirk, “didn’t you?”

When she fails to answer, shocked and embarrassingly wet at how exposed she was, he slaps the inside of her soft thigh.

“I asked you a question, bunbun.” Bucky’s glare is hard despite the use of her petname.

“Yes, sir.” She nods, swallowing her nerves.

She never knew what to expect with this lunatic, but her body was excited regardless.

“Good, today I’m gonna teach you yet another lesson, bunny. It’s called ‘be careful what you wish for’.” His smirk widens as she swallows again.

Bucky waves his fingers in the air and three birds instantly show up in the air by his head, floating, awaiting their next orders.

Her heart sinks even though she doesn’t know what he intends to do with the birds, but she knew it was going to be something crazy, something she’s never experienced before.

Bucky walks closer, raising his hands in the air and the tendrils lift her body up higher against the tree.

She gasps, whining when her thighs are spread further apart.

Bucky’s hands cup her breasts, rubbing her nipples between his fingers.

Her eyes close as another needy gasp leaves her.

“What do you say when your master is teaching you a lesson, bunny?”

“Thank y-you.. thank you, sir.” She pants as Bucky’s hand slides to her core.

“Atta girl,” he praises, nuzzling her neck, feeling her pulse under his lips. “Already so wet for me, bunny. Is it that I have you helplessly open for me that makes your pussy drool?” he teases meanly, chuckling when she whines.

Bucky watches her face closely as he rubs her clit slowly, her mouth open as low moans escape her.

“Needy little thing, aren’t you bunny?” He slaps her pussy and she jumps up the tiniest bit, the tendrils holding her in place.

“As much as I like seeing you fall apart for me, I also enjoy watching you beg for it.” Bucky steps away from her.

“Please—”

He clicks his tongue, interrupting her begging with a smirk, “save your voice, bunny, you’re gonna need it.”

Bucky waves his hands again and the birds move towards her as if under mind control. Two birds float by her boobs and one between her legs.

Her heart races as she tries to close her legs, panicking at what Bucky could possibly have brought the birds for, “sir?”

Bucky laughs, his eyes darkening with messed up desire, “don’t worry, bunny. Nature wants to be close to you too.”

As soon as he finishes his sentence, the birds move closer to where she’s most sensitive.

She closes her eyes in anticipation and bites her lip, but then her whole body tenses up because she feels it.

3 blunt beaks are nudging her nipples and clit, repeatedly and in unison.

“Oh god!” Her surprised moan echoes through the forest, making Bucky chuckle.

She doesn’t know what to feel, her mind too clouded. She feels violated by those birds. Hell, she feels like she’s violating those birds.

She squirms but their beaks follow her sensitive nubs like a beacon. They keep pecking at her like a woodpecker would a tree, except it is just blunt beaks vibrating and nudging her most sensitive areas.

She’s trying not to enjoy it, and Bucky doesn’t like that very much.

He walks closer, his frown turning into a smirk as his hands delve between her legs. He holds her gaze as his thumb ever so gently pulls up the hood of her clit, leaving the aching button exposed to the bird’s beak.

A scream rips through her chest at the first peck, but then more nudges keep coming and she starts begging like a madwoman, her words turning into gibberish as her stomach clenches.

If someone had told her before that she would be nearing orgasm because a bird was pecking at her clit, she would have definitely called them insane, sick even.

And that’s exactly what fae!,Bucky was.

As he kept her torment going, his other hand palmed his unbelievably hard cock, pleasuring himself to her screams and pleas. Yet soon enough, his own touch wasn’t what he wanted.

Bucky lets her clit go and with a flick of his fingers, the birds retreat and fly away.

Her body sags slightly and her screams finally quiet down. She doesn’t realize she’s been crying until Bucky’s thumb touches her cheeks.

“What is it, bunbun? Couldn’t handle nature?” He teases with a smirk, his strong hands lifting her thighs to wrap around his waist.

“Please,” she whispers weakly and Bucky knows exactly what she’s begging for.

Holding his hard cock in hand, he swipes the leaking tip up and down her pussy, “cry about it all you want, bunny, but your body doesn’t lie.”

She shivers, her eyes closing as his cock teases her cunt.

“My pussy doesn’t lie,” Bucky groans as he pushes in.

She screams a moan as Bucky bottoms out in one thrust, his girth stretching her deliciously.

Bucky stays still and buries his nose in her neck. He presses the softest kisses to her skin as if he doesn’t have her impaled on his cock in the middle of the forest.

His fingers soon find her nipples and start plucking teasingly.

She throws her head back and before any of them can realize it, she’s cumming on his unmoving cock.

Bucky almost loses his balance as she quivers and clenches around him, his hand leaning on the tree behind her, “fuck, bunny.”

He groans, his blunt nails meanly keeping the torture going on her sensitive nipples until he’s milked her orgasm out of her.

She sags against him yet again, panting as tremors of pleasure ripple through her body.

Bucky holds her close, pressing his smirking lips to her shoulder.

She just had an orgasm merely from having her nipples stimulated. He has never made her do that before but it sure as hell wasn’t going to be the last time.

“Oh sweet bunny,” Bucky kisses up the side of her neck, “my sensitive, responsive, helpless bunny.”

He pulls his face away from the crook of her neck and looks at her, “open your eyes, bunbun.”

She obeys, and as soon as her glossy gaze meets his, Bucky grinds his cock inside of her.

The moan she lets out is music to his ears and the way her back arches makes him lose control.

He pulls his cock out before quickly sheathing himself whole inside of her again. He gives her his cock again and again until she’s a babbling mess once more.

Bucky likes her like this, screaming in pleasure she was made to take as he pushes her body to its limits, turning into a possessed soul on his cock.

His fingers find her puffy clit and she gasps, trying to squirm as she begged him not to.

Bucky only smirks before his fingers start thrumming her abused pearl, his cock driving deep inside of her, nudging her spongy spot repeatedly.

Her mouth opens and her eyes roll back as she gushes all over Bucky’s cock, her release dripping down onto the crunchy autumn leaves beneath their feet.

“Look at you squirting for me in the middle of the forest, bunny. Shameless.” Bucky keeps fucking her through it until her body can’t shake anymore and her forehead fall to his shoulder.

“Good bunny, so good for me,” Bucky growls in her ear as he fucks her harder, “gonna fill you up so good, you’d feel me in that sweet pussy for days.”

Her tired body is still thrumming with pleasure when she feels the first spurt of Bucky’s hot cum filling her up and she whines.

“Take it, bunbun. Take your master’s cum,” Bucky groans as he keeps filling her up.

When he finally pulls his cock out of her, he groans at the sight of her puffy, well-fucked pussy dripping of his cum.

He collects the leaking cum and pushes it back into her pussy, making her whine.

Bucky chuckles, “come on now, bunny, can’t waste a drop.”

He pushes his fingers deeper and starts fingering his cum into her, not stopping until she was screaming the last of her voice and cumming for him again.

She’s too out of it when the tendrils let her limbs go, falling into Bucky’s arms.

He carries her with a smile, kissing her temple, “you were such a good girl for me today, bunny.”

Bucky lets her close her eyes and drift off. He takes her home and cleans her up, dressing her into a soft, silky nightgown, and of course, no underwear.

When she finally opens her eyes, she’s met with his handsome smile and cannot help but give a shy one of her own.

“How are you feeling, little bunny? Are you okay?” He asks as his large hand caresses down her back as he kisses her forehead.

“Yes, sir.” Her voice is hoarse from screaming and it makes Bucky smile wider.

“You did so good for me today, bunbun. I’m proud of you.” Bucky kisses her lips softly.

She’s too lost in the kiss to notice his hand sneaking under her nightgown to her bare butt.

She gasps against his lips when his index massages up and down her tightest hole.

“But you better have learned to be careful what you wish for or I’ll have my squirrels plugging this ass with acorns next.”

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