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Summary: You call him for help but Bucky won’t leave again without a reward.
Wordcount: 1k-ish
Warnings: fluff. slight nsfw (18+). teasing. kissing. touching. Bucky to the rescue. mention of sexual actions (not too graphic). mention of fingering. mention of oral (fem receiving).
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Bucky was working through some files in the Thunderbolts Tower, when his phone light up. It was a text message from you.
His girlfriend.
You: Hypothetical question: What is the best way to wire a mirror with lighting?
He sighted and started typing.
Bucky: It’s way past midnight. Go to sleep and I’ll come over tomorrow and handle this for you.
You: I am able to install the mirror myself.
Bucky: Why are you asking me then?”
You: So you don’t get bored. If you would excuse me... I have a mirror to install.
Bucky: We both know you’re the queen of clumsiness. Leave it, doll.
For a while there was no answer from you. Bucky tried to focus on the documents in front of him again. Paperwork had never been his specialty, but now it was even harder for him to concentrate.
When his cell phone lit up, he reached for it so quickly that he almost knocked over his coffee mug.
„Well. I have a problem”, your voice echoed through the speaker.
„I knew it. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
Bucky was happy to leave the overloaded desk and made his way to the underground parking lot to get on his motorcycle.
When he was standing in front of your apartment, he dialed your number.
„Would you be so kind and open the door?“ he asked annoyed after he had already knocked several times.
„I would love to, but that’s the problem ... I can’t get out of here.“
„What are you talking ab-"
„Stop asking questions and just break the door open! Goddammit!”
Bucky snorted amused. „For a damsel in distress, you have a rather bossy command tone on it.“
Bucky hung up, grabbed the door handle and broke the lock with a violent jerk.
„Love? Where are you?” Bucky asked into the void.
A rumble sounded. „In the bathroom. Leave your shoes on!“
Bucky closed the door behind him and followed your voice into the bathroom. Confused, he looked around the corner and found you squatting on a small drawer. With both hands you stand upright by leaning on the wall.
„What the hell are you doing up there?”
You blow a loose strand of hair out of your face, frustrated by your own helplessness. „The mirror broke,“ you say, nodding to the floor.
Only now did Bucky notice the infinite number of splinters that were scattered all over the bathroom floor. He looked at you again and couldn’t help but grin. You’re wearing nothing more than a tight top and ridiculously short pants.
And the fact that you squat barefoot on the dresser was probably the decisive reason for your call for help.
„I told you I could do that for you,“ Bucky said and made his way through the sea of shards.
„Yes, tomorrow. But I wanted to get it done today.”
„Impatient as always.”
When Bucky came to stand right in front of you, he spread his arms. „Jump.“
You do as you are told and sling your legs around his hips. Like a koala, you cling to him and could feel the gentle vibration in his chest as he started laughing.
„Save it, Barnes. That’s humiliating enough,“ you sigh into his neck.
Bucky carried you from the bathroom into the kitchen and put you down on the kitchen counter.
He placed his hands on both sides next to you. „Good. Maybe it’s a lesson for you that you don’t have to do everything alone. I’m here for things like that.”
You roll your eyes. „Yes, boyfriend of the year.“ You put a hand on his cheek and lean in for a kiss on his lips. “But jokes aside. Thank you for rescuing me.”
Bucky smiled and something cheeky flashed in his eyes. „Anytime.“
Bucky pressed his lips to yours again and placed his bionic hand in your neck.
A satisfied sigh escaped your mouth and your hands moved over his chest.
He let his flesh hand wander down the side of your chest and exerted a slight pressure on your hip ... before he made his fingers disappear under the waistband of your shorts.
You’re gasping. „Bucky ... what are you doing?“
He kissed your neck. „I’ll claim my reward.“ His voice was rough and deep. Colored with lust.
When his fingers found your most sensitive spot, it was over for your mind. Your hip bent towards his touch and your fingers clawed into his broad shoulders. Bucky left a trail of hot kisses that ran from your neck, over your collarbone and between your breasts.
„Bucky ...“ you sigh. Your body began to vibrate under his hands.
He was not swayed and kept on about taking off your shorts and underwear.
“Just one little touch and you are already shaking for me.” Bucky knelt down and smiled devilishly up at you. „My reward and your lesson.“
Then he buried his head between your thighs.
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Chapter Word Count: 10223 (The shame I felt when I checked the word count on this knowing what the chapter is was absolutely unmatched.)
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R18 MINORS DNI, So much smut, Rough, possessive Bucky, Swearing, alcohol, praise kink x bucky, praise kink x reader, teasing, slight choking
CW: Cheeky shit, under current of caring for each other but both are emotionally constipated. Protective Bucky. confessions.
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-Chapter Eight-
"Christ," He mutters gruffly, "You really gonna make me spell it out?" His hand twitches like he's barely holding himself back from grabbing your waist and yanking you into his lap. Your eyes catch his hand tightening across the neck of the bottle resting on his knee.
"Bucky- I'm not a mind reader. I have no idea what you're talking about" You say. Eyes meeting his, still searching his face for any sign of a hint
Bucky's entire body is coiled tighter than a damn spring as he fights every single instinct inside of him to keep himself under control. You're so goddamn close to him he could wrap his hand around your waist and have you on his lap in a goddamn second. He clenches his jaw again, his eyes dark with need and frustration, his voice gruff and low.
"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.
"No one else has ever made you feel like that, huh?"
