teaflavoredwitch

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“Hi Bucky,” You chirp sweetly as his front door swings open, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

You looked up at Bucky, your eyes sparkling with excitement and nervous anticipation. The pink fabric of your dress swished around your thighs and hugged your body like it was made just for you. You tried your best to look perfect for your first Valentine’s Day with Bucky, hair done in that style you know he likes, minimal makeup only to accentuate your natural beauty. Bucky always had a way of making you feel like the prettiest woman in the world, even when you had food poisoning and he came over to take care of you. And tonight, you hoped it would be your first time sleeping with Bucky, so you felt the need to go the extra mile.

Bucky couldn't help but let his eyes roam appreciatively over your figure as he stood there, taking in every curve of your body draped in that soft, pretty pink dress. The color suited you perfectly, bringing a rosy glow to your cheeks and a sparkle to your eyes that made his heart do funny things in his chest. He had to remind himself to close his mouth, snapping it shut as he met your shy gaze. A slow, warm smile spread across his face, crinkling the corners of his eyes.

"Well, don't you look like a dream come true," he murmured, his deep voice soft and slightly rough, like velvet wrapped in sandpaper. He stepped closer, reaching out to take your hand, his calloused fingers brushing against your smooth skin as he brought it to his lips. He pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles, his blue eyes never leaving yours. "Happy Valentine's Day, sweetheart."

He lingered for a moment, his lips still pressed against your hand, before he reluctantly let it go. The scent of your perfume, something sweet like vanilla, filled his nose and made him want to pull you closer. But he resisted, knowing he had to take this slow. He wanted tonight to be perfect for you.

Bucky stepped back, gesturing for you to come inside. As you crossed the threshold, he couldn't help but admire the sway of your hips, the way the fabric of your dress hugged your curves in all the right places. He swallowed hard, feeling a familiar heat pooling in his gut. But he pushed those thoughts aside, wanting to focus on making this a night you’d never forget.

Once inside, Bucky took your coat, hanging it up in the closet before turning back to you with a soft smile. The apartment was dimly lit, candles flickering on every surface, casting a warm glow over everything. Soft jazz music played softly in the background, the kind of music he knew you loved. He had even gone out of his way to dig his record player and collection of vintage vinyl records out of storage to set the mood.

But the real piece de resistance was the table set up in the living room. A white tablecloth draped over a small, round table, with two place settings, complete with fine china and crystal glassware. A bucket of ice chilled a bottle of champagne, while a single red rose tucked into a vase in the center of the table. The scent of Italian food wafted from the kitchen, the aroma of garlic and herbs filling the air.

Bucky watched as you took in the scene, your eyes widening in surprise and delight. He couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing that he had done all of this for you. It may not have been much, but it was a start. A promise of so much more to come.

"I wanted tonight to be special," he explained softly, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing gently over your cheekbone. "I know we’ve only been dating for a little while but I really like you and I wanted to give you a reason to smile. To remind you that you deserve to be cherished and adored." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, "And I want to be the one to do that. I want to be the one to make you feel loved, babygirl."

His voice was low and rough with emotion, a raw honesty to his words that sent a shiver down your spine. He could feel the way your body responded to his touch, the way your breath hitched in your throat. It spurred him on, made him want to do so much more. He wanted to worship every inch of your body, to show you exactly what you meant to him.

But he knew he had to take this slow. Knew that he had to let you set the pace, to make sure you were ready for this step. So he pulled back slightly, his hand falling away from your cheek as he looked down at you with a soft, tender smile.

“What do you say we have dinner first, huh? Then maybe we can cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, see where the night takes us?" He smirked, a playful glint in his blue eyes as he held out his hand for you to take. "I promise I'll be on my best behavior. At least until after dessert." He winked, trying to keep the mood light and teasing, even as a heady promise lingered beneath his words.

He knew what he wanted tonight to end with. Knew that he wanted to make love to you, to show you the depths of his feelings and the commitment he was willing to make to you.

A huge smile spread across your lips, making your nose crinkle slightly. You brought a hand up to your chest, clasping it over your heart as if to contain the fluttery feeling growing there.

“Wow," You breathed out happily, "This is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, Bucky! I can't believe you did all of this for little old me." Your voice was filled with genuine awe and appreciation, a light blush blooming across your cheeks.

You did a slow turn, taking in every detail - the flickering candles casting a warm glow, the record player spinning a vinyl, the table set for romance with the finest china and crystal. The aroma of Italian cuisine teased your nose, making your stomach rumble softly. You felt like a princess in a fairy tale, and Bucky was your dashing prince. You turned back to face him, looking up at him, your eyes sparkling with unshed tears of joy.

"Bucky, this is...I don't even have words. It's like a dream come true," You murmured, reaching out to take his hand. Your fingers trembled slightly as they entwined with his much larger, calloused ones. You could feel the heat and strength of his touch, and it made your heart race in anticipation. And in that moment, standing there in his apartment, you had never looked more beautiful to him.

You leaned in closer, standing on your tiptoes to press a lingering kiss to Bucky's cheek, your lips soft and warm and tempting. When you pulled back, you smiled up at him shyly, a newfound confidence and hunger burning in your eyes. Bucky couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and satisfaction as he watched you take in the romantic scene he had so carefully crafted just for you. The way your eyes widened in awe and your cheeks flushed a soft, rosy hue was all the confirmation he needed to know that he had done something special. Something right.

When you turned to face him, your hand reaching out to take his, Bucky felt a jolt of electricity course through his body at your touch. Your fingers were so small and delicate in comparison to his calloused, work-roughened hand. He could have easily crushed them, but instead, he held them gently, reverently, as if they were the most precious thing in the world to him.

And in that moment, they were. You were.

Bucky listened as you spoke, your voice soft and filled with a genuine enthusiasm that made his heart swell in his chest. He had done this for you. He had gone above and beyond to make you feel cherished and special, and the fact that it had worked only served to encourage him further.

But then you leaned in, your lips brushing against his cheek in the softest of kisses. And Bucky felt like he had been struck by lightning. His skin tingled where your lips had touched, a warmth spreading through him that had nothing to do with the heat of the candles or the fireplace crackling in the corner.

He looked down at you, his blue eyes darkening with a hunger that was harder to ignore. The way you gazed up at him, your eyes filled with a myriad of emotions, made something aching and raw stir deep within him. In that moment, he knew with absolute certainty that you were his. That he would do anything, absolutely anything, to keep you by his side.

Bucky knew he should probably say something, should probably try to be charming and witty, to keep the mood light and playful. But all he could think about was the way your lips felt against his skin, and the way your body had felt pressed up against his. He wanted to touch you, to explore every curve and dip and hollow of your body until he had committed it all to memory.

Instead, he raised your hand to his lips, pressing another kiss to your knuckles that lingered perhaps a little too long. He could smell the scent of your perfume, it made his head swim with desire. It was a scent that he knew he would forever associate with you, with happiness and contentment and a feeling of coming home.

"I'm glad you like it, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice low and rough with emotion. "Because you deserve to be treated like a queen. You deserve to be worshipped and adored and cherished in every way possible."

He let your hand go reluctantly, but only so that he could wrap his arm around your waist and pull you flush against him. He could feel the warmth of your flesh, the soft give of your tummy, the flare of your hips. It made him want to groan out loud, to bury his face in the crook of your neck and just breathe you in.

But he didn't. Instead, he tucked a lock of your hair behind your ear, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of your cheek. He traced the curve of your jaw, the line of your throat, the delicate arch of your eyebrow. He committed every detail to memory, knowing that he would need to draw on these memories in the dark, lonely nights when you were not by his side.

You glanced up at him with a playful smirk, eyes sparkling with mirth, you tilted your head to the side, "I must say, Sergeant Barnes, I'm really am amazed by all of this..." You hummed, gesturing around at the candlelit table and the romantic ambiance. "I didn't realize you had it in you to be such a hopeless romantic. So tell me, did you slave away all day in the kitchen to whip up this feast?" You teased, batting your long lashes at him flirtatiously.

Bucky chuckled softly, a deep, rich sound that rumbled in his chest and made your toes curl in your pretty shoes. He shook his head, his brown hair falling across his forehead in a way that made him look even more handsome if that was possible. At the same time, his hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers splaying across your skin and giving you a little squeeze, a gentle reminder of how strong he was.

"Nah, doll. I may be many things, but a gourmet chef ain't one of them," he said with a smirk and a wink. "I ordered from that fancy Italian place downtown. The one with the red and white checkered tablecloths and the old guy who keeps trying to sell you wine and take you on a date."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "But don't you worry, babygirl. I made sure to get one of everything on the menu. I wanted tonight to be perfect for you, so I pulled out all the stops." With that, he took your hand and led you towards the dining table. He pulled out your chair for you like the gentleman he was, waiting for you to take your seat before pushing it back in and leaning down to press a lingering kiss to the shell of your ear.

"I hope you're hungry, sweetheart. Because I plan on feeding you until you're stuffed. Then, if you're still hungry after that..." His voice dropped to a low, husky tone as he nipped lightly at your earlobe. "Well, I might have a few more ideas on how to satisfy your appetite."

He straightened up and walked around the table to take his own seat across from you. As he sat down, he grabbed the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and popped the cork, the sound echoing loudly in the quiet of the apartment. He poured the bubbly liquid into your glass, the golden color catching the flickering light of the candles, before filling his own glass.

He raised his glass in your direction, a slow, roguish smile spreading across his handsome face. "To us, babygirl. To the start of something amazing."

He clinked his glass against yours, the sound ringing out like a promise, a vow. His blue eyes never left yours as he brought the glass to his lips and took a long, slow sip. He swallowed, his throat working with the motion, before setting the glass back down on the table. Then, he stood up and disappeared into the kitchen, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the soft strains of jazz music filling the air. 

A moment later, he returned with two plates piled high with food - pasta, pizza, calzones, garlic bread, the works. He set a plate down in front of you before taking his own seat, looking at you with a proud, almost smug smile. "There you go, doll. Eat up now. You're gonna need your energy for later." He winked, his voice a low, wicked promise as he reached for his fork and knife. "And don't worry, babygirl. I'll make sure you get dessert later...no matter what it takes."

He smirked, a dark glint in his blue eyes as he cut into the pasta, the fork and knife screeching against the fine china. Then, he brought the fork to his mouth and took a bite, his eyes never leaving yours as he chewed, savored, and swallowed. All the while, his gaze remained locked with yours, a silent conversation passing between you. A conversation of unspoken words and unspoken desires, of promises and expectations and a hunger that had nothing to do with the food in front of you.

You ate your food languidly, taking small, savoring bites. You closed your eyes, a soft moan escaping your lips as the rich, buttery flavors exploded on your tongue - the crispy garlic bread, the creamy risotto, the tangy red sauce. Each morsel was a taste of heaven, a sensual indulgence. You could feel the warmth of the champagne tingling in your chest, bubbling through your veins.

You took a sip of the bubbly liquid, relishing the crisp effervescence that danced on your tongue and slid down your throat with a satisfying smoothness. The alcohol buzzed lightly in your head, heightening your senses, making every touch and taste and sound feel amplified, “I’m surprised by all this. You’re so quiet and broody, I didn’t realize you were so suave, Sergeant Barnes,” You tease, emboldened by the alcohol coursing through your system.

Bucky threw back his head and laughed, a rich, heartfelt sound that filled the room and made your chest feel warm and fluttery. He shook his head, as he looked at you with a rueful smile. "Quiet and broody, huh?" he said, arching one dark eyebrow. "I guess I can see how you might think that, doll. I ain't exactly known for my silver tongue and charm."

He reached across the table to take your hand, his calloused fingers brushing against your soft skin and sending a shiver running up your arm. He brought your hand to his lips, his eyes never leaving yours as he pressed a lingering kiss to your knuckles. "But for you, sweetheart, I'm willing to learn. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to make you feel special. To make you feel cherished and worshipped and like the angel you are."

He turned your hand over in his, his thumb tracing the lines of your palm in a way that made your breath catch in your throat. His touch was firm and sure, the touch of a soldier who knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it. "I never realized that a romantic gesture could feel so good," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble that sounded like it was meant only for your ears. "But with you, it's different. Everything feels different. It's like I'm seeing the world through a whole new set of eyes."

He lifted your hand to his cheek, holding it against the stubble that darkened his jawline. He closed his eyes for a moment, just breathing you in, your scent and your warmth and the feeling of your skin against his. "And maybe it's too soon to say this, but fuck, doll...I think I'm falling in love with you. I think I'm falling in love with everything about you, from the way your mind works to the way your body moves to the way your fucking soul shines out of your eyes."

He opened his eyes to look at you, his gaze intense and burning with a fierceness that made your heart race and your toes curl. There was a vulnerability in his expression that you hadn't seen before, a raw and naked emotion that made you want to reach out and pull him close and never let him go. But instead, you just looked at him, your own eyes shining with unshed tears of happiness and gratitude. Your heart felt so full that you thought it might burst, so stuffed with affection and adoration and a feeling of belonging that you never wanted to let go. Bucky must have seen the way your eyes glistened with emotion, because he smiled softly and brushed his thumb across your cheek, catching a stray tear before it could fall.

"Hey, sweetheart...no crying now," he said, his voice low and gentle and filled with care. "Tonight's supposed to be a happy occasion, yeah? So why don't you give me that pretty smile of yours, and let me take care of everything else?"

You gazed up at Bucky with tear-filled eyes, your pouty lips curled into a radiant, trembling smile. You licked your lips nervously, tasting the salt of your tears and the sweetness of the champagne on your tongue. Your voice was a breathy, delighted whisper as you spoke, "Oh, Bucky...I thought it was just me. I never dreamed you felt the same way. But hearing you say it..." A single tear slipped down your soft, flushed cheek, glistening in the candlelight. "I'm falling for you too. Hard. So hard it scares me sometimes."

You reached up with a shaking hand to cup Bucky's stubbled cheek, your fingers trembling slightly as you traced his strong jawline. Your heart raced in your chest, pounding against your ribs like a drumbeat of desire and anticipation. "I'm not usually one for grand gestures or fancy words, but this...you...it's everything. It's more than everything. It's like you see me in a way no one else ever has, like you understand every part of me, inside and out."

Your voice hitched on a sob, but you pressed on, unable to hold back the words any longer. "I want to give myself to you, all of myself. Body, heart, and soul. I want to be yours, completely and totally. Forever and always."

You leaned in closer, until your lips were a mere breath away from Bucky's. "So please, kiss me. Kiss me like you mean it, like you want to devour me whole. Kiss me like you'll never stop, because I don't think I can bear to live without your lips on mine for even a moment longer."

With that, you closed your eyes and parted your lips, a silent plea and a promise all in one. You were offering yourself to him, completely and wholly. 

Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he gazed down at you, his heart swelling with a fierce, all-consuming love that threatened to overwhelm him. He had felt many things in his long life - hunger, pain, rage, sorrow, guilt...but this feeling, this overwhelming tenderness and devotion, was something entirely new and terrifying in its intensity.

He saw the way your eyes shone with unshed tears, the way your bottom lip trembled with emotion and anticipation. He heard the breathy whisper of your voice, the hitch in your throat as you poured out your heart to him. And he knew, with a bone-deep certainty, that you were offering him everything. Everything you had, everything you were, everything you could ever hope to be.

And god, he wanted it. He wanted to take it all, to grab it with both hands and hold it close and never, ever let it go. He wanted to possess you, to claim you, to make you his in every way possible. But most of all, he wanted to cherish you. To worship you and adore you and love you with every fiber of his being, for as long as he lived and drew breath.

So when you leaned in, your lips parting in a silent plea, Bucky didn't hesitate. He closed the scant distance between you, his mouth coming down on yours in a kiss that was hungry and desperate and full of a need that bordered on rabid. He kissed you like a drowning man seeking air, his lips moving over yours with a fierce, almost bruising intensity. He nipped at your bottom lip, his teeth scraping against the tender flesh before soothing it with his tongue. He licked into your mouth, his tongue delving deep to taste the sweet champagne and the salt of your tears, the unique flavor that was purely, uniquely you.

His hand slid from your cheek to the back of your neck, his fingers threading through the soft curls of your hair. He gripped the strands tight, holding you in place as he angled your head to deepen the kiss, to plunder your mouth with a single-minded purpose. He kissed you until you were breathless, until your lungs burned for air and your head spun with the force of it. He kissed you until he felt your knees buckle, until he had to wrap his arm around your waist to keep you upright, to pull you flush against him.

And even then, he didn't stop. He couldn't stop. Because now that he had tasted paradise, now that he had held heaven in his arms...he knew he would never be able to let you go. He broke the kiss only when absolutely necessary, when the need for air became too great to ignore. As he pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath coming in harsh, ragged gasps that matched your own.

"Fuck, doll..." he rasped, his voice a low, guttural growl that sent shivers down your spine. "I never...I mean, I don't...I can't..."

He swallowed hard, his throat working with the effort of trying to find the right words. But there were no words, not for a feeling this big, this all-encompassing. So he just held you tighter, pulling you so close that you could feel the pounding of his heart against your own.

"I love you," he said finally, the words a vow and a promise and a statement of fact all rolled into one. "I fucking love you so much, babygirl. More than anything in this goddamn world."

He kissed you again then, softer this time, slower. A kiss full of tenderness and care and a quiet, steady devotion. A kiss that said 'I'm yours, forever and always, no matter what.'

You smile into the kiss, giggling breathlessly as you melt into Bucky's strong arms. After a moment, you feel him begin to sway, and realize he's leading you in a slow dance, moving in time to the soft jazz music playing on the record player. Pressing closer, you rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. You can feel the warmth of his skin through his shirt, the firmness of his muscles, the cool metal ridge of his dog tags. It makes you feel so small and delicate, so protected and cherished.

As you dance, you let your fingers walk playfully up his chest, feeling the contours and dips. You tilt your head to look up at him, eyes sparkling with mischief and adoration. "You're such a sap, aren't you Sergeant Barnes?" You tease softly, a pretty blush coloring your cheeks. "I never would've guessed you had these kinds of moves."

Bucky just smirks and spins you out, before pulling you back in close, fitting your soft curves against his hard planes. "I got many moves, doll. Haven't even scratched the surface yet."

You shudder at the promise in his voice, a thrill running through you. Your breasts press against him as you slip your arms around his neck, fingers playing with his dark hair. As you sway, you can't help but feel like you’re living in a dream. Or maybe, a fairytale. It's hard to believe that a man like Bucky, so strong, so fierce, once so scary...could love you. But the way he holds you, touches you, kisses you...tells you he means it.

"Take me to bed, Bucky," You breathe against his neck, nipping at his ear. "Please...I need you." Your voice is soft, almost pleading. But there's a strength in it too. A sureness, a knowing. You know what you want. And you want him.

Bucky felt a shudder run through him at your breathy plea, your words igniting a fire in his blood that he couldn't ignore. He had been holding himself back, determined to make this night perfect for you, to show you the depth of his feelings and his commitment to you. But now, with the feel of your soft curves pressed so deliciously against him, your fingers playing in his hair and your lips brushing against his ear...fuck. He was done waiting.

In one swift, smooth motion, he swept you up into his arms, cradling you against his chest as he strode purposefully towards the bedroom. He kicked the door shut behind him, not wanting any interruptions, any distractions, as he laid you down gently on the plush comforter. He stood over you for a moment, his eyes drinking in the sight of you - your hair spreading out around your head like a halo, your cheeks flushed and your lips kiss-swollen, your chest heaving with anticipation. He had never seen anything more beautiful in his life.

Slowly, deliberately, he reached for the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one by one to reveal the expanse of his tanned, muscular chest. His vibranium arm gleamed in the low light, a testament to his past, but his other hand was soft and sure as it pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let it drop to the floor. His dog tags hung proudly from his neck, causing a small small smile to grace your lips. Bucky’s pants quickly join the pile of clothes on the floor, earning a blush from you. This is the most you’ve seen him undressed during your relationship and the sight goes straight to your cunt, gooey and slick and hot. He climbs onto the bed, covering your body with his own, the heat of his skin seeping into yours. He brushed your hair back from your face, his fingers tracing the delicate line of your jaw, the soft swell of your bottom lip.

"I want to take my time with you, babygirl," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble that sent shivers down your spine. "I want to worship every inch of this gorgeous body of yours, to make you feel so, so good."

He dipped his head to press a line of hot, open-mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, his teeth grazing your pulse point and making you gasp. He paused for a moment, just looking at you in the candlelight, his eyes dark and hungry as they took in the sight of you beneath him in your dress. "Fuck, doll," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "You're so goddamn beautiful. I can't believe you're really here, that you're really mine."

Bucky's breath caught in his throat as he slowly peeled your dress off your body, revealing the luscious curves that lay beneath. As the fabric slipped away, he beheld a vision that made his heart stutter and his cock jump to attention. You lay before him, clad in a sinful scrap of maroon lace and satin that clung to every generous curve. The teddy cupped and lifted your ample breasts, the delicate lace barely containing their full, rounded shape. Rosy nipples peaked prominently through the thin fabric, begging to be tasted and teased. His gaze drifted down the sweetheart neckline to your nipped-in waist and the flare of your hips. The lingerie hugged the swell of your ass, the lace disappearing between the tempting globes.

"Son of a bitch," he breathed, his voice a guttural rasp. "babygirl, that...fuck. You're a goddamn knockout."

He ran a calloused hand reverently over the swell of your breast, feeling the way your nipple pebbled at his touch. Hooking a finger under the lace, he slowly, torturously dragged it down, watching your skin flush and your chest heave with anticipation. His other hand traced the dip and curve of your waist, the flare of your hip, before gripping the generous flesh of your ass. He squeezed, relishing the way it yielded to his touch, before suddenly flipping you onto your stomach.

“Wait, wait,” You whisper, feeling far more bold than usual. Perhaps it’s the champagne, perhaps it’s the way Bucky makes you feel like the most precious thing in the world. You want to return the feeling tenfold, so you lick your lips and sit up slowly in the center of the mattress, “I…I want to do something for you. Switch spots with me, here, sit on the edge of the bed.”

Bucky raised an eyebrow at your sudden boldness, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. He had never seen this side of you before, this tantalizing glimmer of mischief and desire. It made his blood run hot and his cock twitch with anticipation. But he was nothing if not accommodating, especially to his beloved girl. So he sat back on his heels, watching you with a hungry, appreciative gaze as you sat up and patted the space in front of you. He moved to comply, shifting to sit on the edge of the bed, his naked chest on full display. The candlelight flickered over the hard planes and angles, casting shadows that danced across his skin. He looked like a god, all power and strength and raw, masculine beauty.

You settle between his powerful thighs, the heat of his skin seeping into yours as you kneel before him. Catching his gaze with your own, you press your cheek against the firm muscle of his thigh, feeling the strength that lies beneath. Your fingers dance along the metallic surface of his vibranium hand, tracing the cool, hard ridges and grooves.

You bring his metal fingers to your soft, spit-slick lips, brushing them back and forth until you reach his thumb. Maintaining eye contact,you part your lips and draw his thumb into the wet heat of your mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure. Your tongue swirls around the tip, teasing the cool metal as you hold his captivated gaze.

Your other hand slowly, teasingly runs up his muscular calf, nails lightly scraping over his skin. You can feel the coarseness of his leg hair beneath your fingertips, the strength of his leg muscles flexing slightly in response to your touch. Higher and higher your hand roams, not stopping until you reach the thick, heavy length of his cock. You wrap your fingers around it, feeling it throb against your palm, already hard and ready, all because of you.

Bucky's breath caught in his throat as your soft, warm lips closed around his thumb, your tongue swirling and teasing the cool vibranium. He had felt many things in his life, but the sensation of your mouth on his metal hand was unlike anything he had experienced before - electric, intense, and fucking incredible. He watched, mesmerized, as you slowly pumped his thick, hard cock with your small, delicate hand. The contrast of your soft, flushed skin against his own weathered, tanned flesh was erotic as hell, and it took every ounce of his self-control not to grab you, pin you down under him, and rail you into oblivion.

Instead, he gritted his teeth and fisted his hand in the bed sheets beneath him, fighting the urge to take control. He wanted to let you lead this, wanted to see what you would do, wanted to feel your passion and your hunger. But fuck if it wasn't the hardest thing he had ever done, holding himself back when every instinct screamed at him to take, to possess, to fucking ruin you with pleasure. He swallowed hard and forced himself to ask, his voice a low, strangled growl, "Is that how you want to use your mouth, babygirl? Because if you keep that up, I’m worried I won’t last long.”

Bucky shuddered as your soft, slick lips peppered playful kisses along each of his metal fingers, the sensation electric even through the material. He clenched his organic fist, knuckles white, as your attention turned to his aching cock. There was no warning, no hesitation, just the immediate heat of your eager mouth engulfing him.

"Ohhhh fuck," he groaned, head falling back as your lips wrapped around his thick girth and your tongue flicked out to tease the sensitive underside. His hips jerked reflexively, fighting the urge to thrust into the welcome warmth. Bucky squirmed as he felt your free hand roaming boldly over his muscular thigh, your blunt nails scraping deliciously across his skin. He flexed involuntarily, groaning low in his throat. But then your fingers found his cloth-covered balls and he nearly punched through the mattress as a bolt of pure lust shot through him. The contrast of your softness and his aching, swollen flesh was dizzying and he fisted a hand in your hair to anchor himself.

"It's...oh god, babygirl, your mouth feels...fuck...so damn good," he panted, iron will battling the instinct to grab your hair and fuck your face until he spilled down your throat. "If you keep that up, can't...Christ...can't promise I'll last."

Bucky’s reaction spurs you on, so you whine, batting your lashes in silent communication. You scoot forward, impossibly closer and take even more of his rigid length into your mouth, drool leaking out around it and dripping down your chin.

Bucky let out a low, feral growl as he felt your lips stretch around his thick, throbbing cock. The wet heat of your mouth was incredible, your tongue like velvet as it teased and stroked along the sensitive flesh. He could feel every flick, every swirl, every dip and curve of the velvety muscle as it explored his shaft. His grip tightened in your hair, his metal hand flexing and tensing as he fought the urge to take control, to fuck your pretty face until tears streamed down your cheeks and you choked and sputtered around his thick cock. He could feel the desperation building in his balls, the ache of impending release coiling hot and tight in his belly. Fuck, he had never been this turned on in his life, never felt a hunger this primal, this consuming. But goddamn if he wasn't determined to make this good for you too. Determined to worship your heavenly  body, to make you scream and shake and come undone all over his cock.

He tugged gently on your hair, urging you off his shaft with a hiss of regret. "Babygirl, wait..." he growled, voice strained and ragged. "I...fuck, I need to taste you too. Need to make you feel good, sweetheart."

He pulled you up his body, his bionic arm wrapping around your waist to crush you against his muscular chest. His mouth found yours in a searing kiss, his tongue plunging deep to claim your mouth, to fuck your face the way he ached to fuck your other holes. He kissed you until you were breathless and clinging to his broad shoulders, until your panties were soaked through and your cunt was clenching around nothing. Then he flipped you onto your back and settled his hard, muscular body between your softer, curvier one. He looked down at you with hot, hungry eyes that blazed with lust and adoration.

"Fuck, I need to be inside you," he rasped, his weight pressing down on you, pinning you to the mattress. "Need to feel this sweet little cunt squeezing my cock, baby. You ready for me, sweetheart?"

You bit your plump bottom lip shyly, peering up at him through long, curling lashes as you slowly, teasingly spread your plush thighs apart. Exposing yourself to his ravenous gaze, you arched your back slightly to present your glistening sex. Your blushing cheeks and nose scrunched up adorably as you fluttered your lashes. “I'm ready, Bucky,” you breathed, your voice a needy whisper. The scent of your arousal mingled with the lingering aroma of vanilla and champagne perfuming the air between you.

Your perky breasts heaved with each anticipating breath, the rosy nipples hardened into tight little peaks. Nuzzling your chin against his chest, you gazed up at him with hooded, desire-drunk eyes, your breathless plea unmistakable. “Please, Bucky... I need you. I'm all yours... every inch of me is yours to take.'"

Bucky shuddered as your legs fell open, revealing the glistening perfection of your bare cunt. The scent of your arousal and sight of you finally bare for him made his mouth water and his cock throb. He could see how wet you were, how ready and eager for him. Your puffy lips were slick and swollen, just begging to be spread open around his thick, hard flesh. He wanted to bury his face in your sweet little pussy, to lap up every drop of your slick until you were writhing and screaming his name. But more than that, he needed to be inside you. Needed to feel your velvet heat clamping down around him, needed to hear you moan and gasp as he stretched you open and filled you up. He reached down to grip your thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh as he pushed them further apart, opening you even more to him. He could feel you trembling beneath his touch, could sense your anticipation and your need.

"Fuck, babygirl," he growled, his voice low and rough with desire. "You're so fucking perfect, sweetheart. So goddamn sexy spread out like this for me."

He notched the broad head of his cock against your entrance, feeling the slick, scorching heat of you kissing the tip of his cock. He rolled his hips, coating his tip in your juices, getting himself slick and ready.

"I'm gonna fuck this needy little cunt so good," he promised darkly. "Gonna make you scream and shake and come all over my big, thick cock. You want that, babygirl? Want me to split you open and fuck you raw?" He looked down at your cute, flushed face, at your big eyes clouded with lust and desire, and he knew he had never wanted anything more in his life. 

He drank in every inch of your exposed flesh, from your blushing cheeks and cute little nose to your heaving, perfect tits and the dusting of freckles across your cleavage. You looked like a goddamn wet dream come to life, a fucking goddess of lust and desire. And when you arched that back to present yourself to him, your pleading words tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips, he was done for. Completely, utterly done.

"Fuck, babygirl," he groaned, his voice rough and low and dripping with desire. "You're mine, all mine. Gonna make you feel so fucking good."

He reached down with his human hand to line himself up, the swollen head of his cock nudging against your slick, wet entrance. He teasingly rubbed himself from clit to hole, before slowly, inch by tortuous inch, he pushed forward. Your velvety walls stretched around him, hugging his thick shaft as he pressed deeper and deeper inside you. He had to grit his teeth and take it slow, fighting the urge to slam forward and bury himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. But goddamn, the feeling of your tight, hot cunt enveloping him, squeezing him like a fucking vice, was indescribable. Incredible. Better than anything he had ever felt before.

“Shit, sweetheart," he grunted as he finally bottomed out, his heavy balls nestling against your ass. "So fucking tight. Gonna ruin this sweet little pussy, babygirl. Gonna fuck you so hard, so deep, you'll be feeling me for days."

You gasp brokenly, eyes rolling back as Bucky sinks to the hilt inside you. Your hands shoot up to grasp his biceps, nails digging into the flesh of his organic arm. "Jesus," you wheeze out, overwhelmed by the sensation of being impaled on his cock, "I've never felt so full in my life." Your hips squirm and roll instinctively, trying to adjust to his sheer size as you pant softly against his neck.

Bucky groaned deeply as he felt your fingers digging into his biceps, your petite body squirming and rolling beneath him as you familiarized yourself with his massive size. He could feel every flutter, every clench, every desperate little movement of your velvet walls as they struggled to accommodate his thick, aching cock. "Take your time, babygirl," he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Take all the time you need. Gonna make this so good for you, sweetheart."

He brushed a strand of hair back from your face, tucking it gently behind your ear as he gazed down at you with a tender, almost reverent expression. He loved seeing you like this - dazed, drunk on lust, worshipping every inch of his cock with your tight, perfect pussy.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful like this, doll. Spread out beneath me, stuffed full of my dick. Knew you'd have a hot little cunt, but shit... never imagined it would feel this good." His thumb brushed across your trembling lower lip, his eyes darkening with hunger as he watched your breathless pants. He rolled his hips slowly, shallowly, letting you feel every thick inch of him as he ground against your sensitive walls. "Shit baby, your pussy is gripping me like a fucking fist. Gonna ruin this cute little cunt, doll. Gonna fucking wreck you."

Bucky raked his lips and tongue over your slender neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses and sharp little nips in their wake. He lavished attention on your delicate collarbone before dipping down to worship your heaving tits, his metal hand cupping the soft, plush mound reverently. He circled his thumb pads around your areolas, teasing the sensitive skin until they pebbled and strained against his touch. Then, with a low groan, he hauled one aching peak into his mouth, suckling greedily as his metal fingers plucked at the other. You whimpered and writhed beneath him, the rough drag of his teeth and tongue on your tender nipples sending jolts of electricity zinging straight to your dripping core. Your thighs clenched around his waist, sharp heels digging into the firm globes of his muscular ass.

Bucky could feel your velvet walls starting to relax, to soften and flutter around his throbbing shaft as you adjusted to his size. He rolled his hips, stroking along your inner walls, loving the slick glide of your juices coating his thick cock. Sliding a hand down to where you were connected, he ran a finger through your soaked folds, circling your swollen clit and feeling you tremble. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmured, voice a low, lust-rough rasp. "Gonna make this pussy feel so fucking good."

Bucky began to move, slowly at first, easing you into the thick, heavy thrusts of his hips. He watched your face as he fucked into you, memorizing every gasp, every whimper, every flash of pure pleasure that crossed your expressive features. His pace increased gradually, building to a steady, pounding rhythm. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with the creaking of the bed and your breathless cries.

“Fuck, baby, your pussy feels incredible," he groaned, his eyes burning into yours. "So fucking tight, so fucking hot. Gonna - ungh - fuck, gonna fill this cunt up so good. Pump you full of my cum, sweetheart."

He hooked your knee over his elbow, opening you up, driving even deeper into your molten core. His metal hand gripped your hip, fingers digging into the plush flesh as he pounded into you, the force of his thrusts rocking you against the headboard. You giggled breathlessly as Bucky’s dog tags bounced and swayed in front of your face with each powerful thrust of his hips. The metallic clink-clink sound mingled with the erotic symphony of your lovemaking, spurring him on.

He reached down to grab the swinging tags, his fingers brushing against your lips. His grin widened and in one swift motion, he grabbed the tags in his teeth. The sight of him- all rugged and dominant with his dog tags clutched between white teeth and his piercing blue eyes drunk on lust as he fucked into you - made you clench hard around his pistoning shaft.

"Bucky!" You gasped, your back arching off the bed. "Oh my god, yes!" Your nails scrabbled at his back as you clung to him. Bucky snarled around the dog tags clenched in his teeth, the sound reverberating through his chest. The sight of you arching beneath him, your back bowed, your tits bouncing with each fierce thrust, your nails raking down his back, drove him absolutely wild. He released the tags, letting them fall against his chest as he crashed his mouth against yours in a bruising, demanding kiss. His tongue plundered your mouth, fucking your face with the same brutal rhythm he used to slam into your cunt.

"Fuck yeah, scream for me babygirl," he growled against your lips, his hips never faltering. "Wanna hear you, sweetheart. Let everyone know who this pussy belongs to."

His metal hand slid down to grip your ass, kneading the round cheek, pulling you harder against him. His other hand found your wrists, pinning them above your head as he loomed over you, a dark, dominant figure intent on claiming every inch of your body. He could feel your cunt starting to flutter around him, your juices dripping down his shaft, your walls squeezing him like a vice. He fucked you through it, his rhythm never stopping, never letting up, determined to make you come undone on his cock. His metal hand wrapped around your slender throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch into him. At the same time, his human hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back to expose the column of your neck to his greedy mouth.

Bucky wasted no time, his lips and teeth and tongue attacking the smooth expanse of your skin. He sucked dark marks into your flesh, surely he would leave a collar of love bites around your throat. His teeth sank into the soft spot where your neck met your shoulder, marking you, claiming you.

"Fuck, come for me babygirl," he growled against your skin, his hips slamming into yours with brutal force. "I can feel this cunt getting tight, sweetheart. Gonna fucking drench my cock, aren’t you? Fuck, I'm gonna pump you so full of my cum. Breed this sweet little pussy, babygirl."

His metal fingers flexed around your throat as his human hand gripped your hair tighter. He could feel your body tensing, your legs starting to shake, your breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. He knew you were close, could feel your release approaching like a freight train.

You whimper and squirm, trembling and arching wantonly into Bucky as pleasure crashes through you like a tidal wave. Your eyes roll back, fluttering shut as ecstasy consumes you, your velvet walls clenching rhythmically around his throbbing shaft. You’re drowning in sensation, lost to the intense, pulsing bliss radiating from where you’re joined.

"That's it, fuck, yes! Take it, babygirl! Take my fucking load!" he groaned, slamming into you one, two, three more times before burying himself to the hilt. His cock jerked and pulsed as he came hard, painting your fluttering walls with thick ropes of his hot seed. He collapsed against you, hips still twitching, metal hand still wrapped loosely around your throat, as he filled you with spurt after spurt of his cum. He could feel it leaking out around his shaft, dripping down to soak into the sheets beneath you.

"Fuck sweetheart," he panted, nuzzling into your neck, placing soft kisses along your jawline. "That was - ungh - goddamn, babygirl. You okay?" He pulled back to look at you, his blue eyes filled with concern and satisfaction, his expression softening as he took in your dazed, blissed-out face.

“Hah, I think you killed me," you breathed out in a giggle, your voice hoarse from moaning. Your eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused as you gazed up at Bucky. You could barely think straight, your mind still hazy from the intense fucking you just received. You nuzzled into his neck, breathing in the musky scent of his skin mixed with the sweet aroma of your arousal. Between your thighs, his seed was leaking out, dripping onto the damp sheets below. You could feel it, warm and sticky and plentiful, a testament to Bucky's virility and stamina thanks to the serum. You knew you’d be feeling this for days, your pussy sore but so wonderfully satisfied.

Bucky chuckled low in his throat, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your body. He brushed your hair back from your face, tucking it behind your ear gently. His calloused fingers trailed down your cheek, tracing the delicate line of your jaw, the curve of your lips. “Did I though, doll? Killed you with pleasure? I'd say I brought you to life instead," he murmured, a smug smirk on his handsome face. "Shit babygirl, you look so fucking beautiful right now. Sated, fucked out, dripping with my cum. I've never seen a more perfect sight."

He rolled his hips slowly, his semi-hard cock stirring the mess inside your sensitive pussy. A low groan escaped him at the sensation, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment before opening to gaze at you with heated intensity. "Feel that, sweetheart? Feel all that cum sloshing around in this greedy little cunt? Fuck, I pumped you so full, babygirl. Knew this pussy would milk me dry the second I sank into it."

Bucky's hand slid down to your chest, cupping the soft swell of your breast. He brushed his thumb over your nipple, feeling it pebble at his touch. He leaned down to capture your lips in a slow, deep kiss, pouring all his desire and satisfaction into it. "Such a good girl, taking my cock so well. Gonna keep this pussy full, baby. Gonna fuck you so full of my seed, you'll be dripping with it for days. Everyone will know this cunt belongs to me, sweetheart." His smile turned wicked, promising all sorts of indulgent, pleasurable debauchery in the near future.

You gazed up at Bucky with hazy, lovestruck eyes, your lips curled into a dreamy, satisfied smile. You tangled slender fingers in his dark hair, giving a gentle tug as you turned your face to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, breathing in the addictive scent of your coupling mixed with his natural, rugged aroma.

"Mmm, Happy Valentine's day, Sergeant Barnes," you murmured softly, your voice a husky rasp from the enthusiastic screaming match you had indulged in mere moments prior. "I love...I love you." You punctuated the heartfelt confession with a tender, lingering kiss pressed to his chiseled jawline, your eyes fluttering shut as you savored the closeness and intimacy of the moment.

Bucky went still for a long moment as your softly spoken words washed over him, the tender kiss you placed on his jaw sending a shiver down his spine. He knew he hadn't misheard you, could feel the sincerity radiating off you in waves. But still, he needed to be sure, needed to hear you say it again when he could see the truth shining clear in your eyes. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he pulled back to look at you. His piercing blue eyes searched yours, seeing the love and affection swimming in their depths. Then he smiled, soft and sweet, breathtaking in its gentle sincerity. He cupped your face in his large hands, calloused thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. He leaned in closer, his forehead coming to rest against yours, so close he could feel your breath mingling with his own.

Then, in a low, gravelly murmur, he said, "You love me, sweetheart? You sure about that? Cause I love you too, babygirl. So fuckin' much it scares me sometimes. Thought I couldn't love anyone after...after everything. But you? You make me feel alive again. Make me believe in happy endings."

Thor sat beside you at the head table, resplendent in his ceremonial armor polished to a brilliant shine. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, quite literally, in your magnificent gown. The gown was a vision of ethereal beauty, the gossamer fabric shimmering like a waterfall of stardust and moonlight. The long off-the-shoulder sleeves draped elegantly over your slender arms, the delicate lilacs braided into your hair only added to your enchanted appearance. You had never felt more beautiful in your life, though all you cared about was Thor’s stormy gaze fixed on you. 

He reached for your hand beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze as he leaned in close, “You look breathtaking,” he murmured, his voice filled with reverent awe. “A goddess among mortals.” He raised your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, his eyes never leaving yours. Your wedding band, quite simple in comparison to the grand festivities, glimmers in the light. A band of gold boasting a dazzling sapphire in the center, the color of which reminds you of Thor’s eyes. The sapphire of your ring matches the diadem resting in your hair, you have to remind yourself, you’re a princess now. The diadem decorating your head is already an impossible to ignore weight, both physically and mentally.

As the festivities continued around you, the head table laden with the finest delicacies Asgard had to offer, your lavender cake a sweet treasure among them, Thor couldn’t help but steal glances at you, admiring the way your diadem atop your head gleamed, a crown fit for the new queen of his heart. He raised his goblet of mead in a toast, a broad grin spreading across his handsome face. “To the loveliest bride in all the realms,” he declared, his voice booming with joyous abandon. “May our union be blessed with love, laughter, and a household of healthy, strong children.” His grin widened, his eyes sparkling with mischief and longing. “A daughter with your spirit, perhaps? Or a son with my strength and your charm?”

Images flood your mind, unbidden. A fair haired little boy , trying to lift Mjölnir before bursting into a fit of giggles. A baby girl with stormy eyes, bundled up in your arms as you see Thor off into battle. Motherhood was something you’d always anticipated, though you’d never pictured Thor as the father. Until now…

Thor downed the last of his mead and set the goblet down on the table with a resounding thud. Rising to his feet, he held out his hand to you with a gallant bow, “My lady, this celebration demands a dance with my most cherished bride. I couldn’t imagine letting this moment pass without holding you close, celebrating our union and the promised future together.” His voice was filled with tender anticipation as he gazed into your eyes.

You accept his hand, as always enamored with his wordsmith. Though many viewed Thor as boorish, simplistic, barbaric… You knew differently. He was eloquent and gentle hearted. He longed to recite prose just as much as he longed for the heat of battle. It was his intense nature, you think. Every part of Thor exuded electricity, passion.

He led you onto the dance floor, one hand clasping yours, the other gently settling on the small of your back as he began to sway to the lilting melody played by the Asgardian bardic troop. The guests parted to give the newlyweds a wide berth, smiling and cheering their joining.

Thor held you close, your body molding against his muscular frame as he guided you expertly through the dance. He whispered against your ear, “I must confess, I’ve anticipated this moment more than any other. The chance to hold you, to feel you in my arms, to start our lives together for all to see.” His hand pressed tenderly against your gown-covered hip as he spun you slowly, your skirts flaring dramatically around your legs. “You’ve captured my heart in a way no other ever could. I am yours, in this life and the next.”

In true Asgardian fashion, the reception carries late into the night, long into the early hours of the morning. Finally, belatedly, Thor whisks you away to a small castle on the border of Alfheim. It was a place you could be alone, away from prying eyes and well-meaning but relentless attentions of your friends and family. The carriage ride was a blur of nervousness and stolen kisses, of whispered words and tender caresses. The wait was over, and the realization of your new reality hit you both squarely in the chest as you were finally able to be alone, husband and wife.

Thor lifted you easily, carrying you over the threshold of the castle into the grand bedchamber. He kicked the door shut behind him and carried you to the middle of the room, where a magnificent four-poster bed awaited, draped in rich velvet and piled high with silken pillows and furs. The fireplace blazed, casting a warm, inviting glow over the intimate scene. He set you down gently on the bed, his hands lingering on your hips, his stormy eyes roaming over your wedding gown with undisguised hunger. “You know,” he murmured, leaning down to brush a teasing kiss against your neck, “I’ve dreamt of this moment…of having you all to myself, of being able to love you without any constraints.” His fingers find the ties of your gown, slowly beginning to undo them.

“Thor,” You whisper softly, hesitation decorating your delicate features. Instinctively, your hand shoots out to grasp his wrist, halting his fingers in their quest to divest you of your dress.

Thor paused, his fingers stilling on the fourth fastening as your dainty hand clasped his wrist. He looked down at you, his blue eyes filled with concern and a hint of confusion at your sudden hesitation. He could see the conflict on your face, the way your brows furrowed slightly, and he wanted nothing more than to smooth out the lines with the pad of his thumb. “My love,” he murmured softly, his voice low and soothing, “What troubles you, my heart? You need only say the word, and I shall cease my advances at once.” He cupped your cheek gently, his calloused thumb brushing over the soft skin, a gesture meant to comfort and reassure. “I would never force myself upon you, my dear. Our first joining must be a mutual act of love and desire, one that brings us both pleasure and fulfillment.”

Gnawing on your bottom lip nervously, fingers still wrapped around his wrist, “It is just that…” You sigh, shaking your head as you cast your gaze downwards in embarrassment, “My mother spoke with me before the ceremony,” A soft blush settles on your cheeks, you find yourself becoming increasingly flustered by the direction of the conversation, “She told me what…duties… are expected of a wife on her wedding night. She told me it would hurt terribly. Is that true? Will this be painful?” Your wide, guileless eyes stare up at Thor imploringly, silently begging for reassurance.

Thor’s heart ached in his chest as he listened to your words, a wave of protectiveness and tenderness washing over him. He gentled his touch, his hand cupping your cheek more softly as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed away the nervous moisture on your lash line, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. “My dearest girl,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing, “It’s true that for a maiden, the first time can be uncomfortable and even painful. But I swear to you, I will do everything in my power to make this a night of pleasure and bonding, not of suffering.” His hand slid around to the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your silken hair as he held you close.

“I am not a savage, my heart. I will be infinitely gentle and patient with you, taking the utmost care to bring you to peak after peak before I allow my own release.” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered, “And should you ever feel any pain, you need only tell me to stop, and I will do so without hesitation. Your pleasure and well-being are my utmost priority.”

“Release?” You echo, brow knitting in confusion. Your mother hadn’t told you of any release, though she did inform you that this was how a woman came to be with child. You cock your head to the side, the very picture of innocence and naivety, “What release?”

Thor felt a rush of affection and a touch of amusement at your innocent query. He realized then the extent of your naivety, the fact that your mother had only prepared you for the pain and not the overwhelming, transporting pleasure that could be found in a lover’s arms. He knew it would be his privilege and responsibility to show you these secrets, to guide you through the hidden paths of sensual bliss.

He smiled softly, his hand sliding down to the base of your throat, feeling the flutter of your pulse beneath his fingertips. “Release,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble, “is the momentous, shattering pinnacle of pleasure that a woman achieves when she surrenders completely to the sensations her lover inflicts upon her. It is the ultimate act of letting go, of losing oneself in pure, unadulterated rapture.” His fingers tightened slightly on your throat, a gesture of possession and protection. “And I will be the one to guide you to that peak, to make you scream my name in ecstasy as I claim you fully as my wife in every way imaginable. Will you let me do that, my innocent bride? Will you allow me to show you the depths of physical love?”

“A lady does not scream, Thor,” You scoff good-naturedly, smoothing down the skirts of your gown, “Especially not a princess, that is entirely inappropriate behavior.” You state primly, ever the picture of elegance and grace.

Thor let out a low, amused chuckle at your prim admonishment. He couldn’t help it- the juxtaposition of your delicate elegance and innate innocence with such a demure scolding was utterly charming to him. It was a testament to your character, a blend of pure and innocent, yet possessed of a quiet strength. He leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear as he murmured, “Ah, my sweet girl, always the picture of refinement, even when faced with the most base of passions. But I assure you, when lost in the throes of lovemaking, propriety often flies out the window. Surrendering to desire, to the heat and flames of lust will have you crying out with wanton abandon. It is then that a lady becomes a goddess, her very essence laid bare and awash with rapture.” His hand slid down your back, emphasizing his point, “And I fully intend to bring you to that precipice of pleasure, to make you scream your joyous release to the heavens above. Allow me to take you there, my love.”

You consider his words, dark lashes sweeping across the apples of your cheeks. So with a soft hum, “Very well, so long as you promise it will not be too painful.” After a moment of fiddling with the lilacs braided into your hair, you speak up once more, feeling braver, “What shall I do? How are we to proceed?”

Thor felt a surge of tenderness and anticipation at your soft, trusting words. He knew that you were placing your innocence, your very self, into his keeping. And he vowed then and there to cherish that gift, to nurture and guide your sensual awakening with loving care. He brushed a tender kiss against your cheek before leaning back, his hands coming to rest on your waist, his thumbs gently kneading the fabric of your gown. “Fear not, dearest,” he murmured comfortingly, “I will be your guide and protector at every step of our journey together.” 

He rose and walked over to the fireplace, adding a log before turning back to you with a smile warmer than the fire. “First, allow me to help you out of your gown. Then, I will run you a bath in the adjoining chamber- the hot water and scented oils will serve to relax you. And while you’re bathing, I have a surprise gift for you- a bottle of Nectar of the Gods from my own private stores. A sip will leave you feeling boneless and receptive, ready to embrace all the new sensations and pleasures I have in store.”

Still smiling warmly, his eyes twinkling with promise and anticipation, Thor held out his hand, “Come, my love- let your new life begin. Give yourself over to me fully and without hesitation, and I swear you’ll find only bliss and ecstasy in my arms.”

“Very well, draw the bath, but forgo the wine please. I’d like to remember tonight,” You agree easily, pushing up to stand, smoothing your skirts down once more. You all but float over to the vanity, fussing over your hair, “Shall I leave the flowers in my hair or take them out?” You hum, mostly speaking to yourself than your new husband.

Thor smiled softly as he watched you fuss over your appearance, a picture of nervous yet excited anticipation. Your innocence and attention to detail in such a simple task touched a deep chord within him, stirring his protective instincts. He knew he would always cherish and nurture your sweet nature, even as he looked forward to showing you the heights of passion and pleasure you could reach together. He came up behind you, his large frame dwarfing your smaller one as he gazed at your reflection in the vanity mirror. Leaning down, he pressed a tender kiss to your neck beneath the curtain of your hair, his scruff lightly grazing your skin and sending delicious tingles along your spine.

“Leave them in,” he murmured against your nape, “The lilacs are as lovely as the blossoms of a goddess, and they suit you perfectly. They’ll be a sweet reminder of our wedding day and this momentous occasion.” His hands slid around your waist, pulling you back against the hard length of his body as he captured your gaze in the mirror. “And once I’ve unlaced your gown and slipped it from your shoulders, I’ll scatter a few more blossoms across your skin… and kiss each one in turn.”

You return Thor’s warm gaze, holding it in the mirror as you hum, “What oils did you put in the bath?”

The scent of something floral and earthy filled the air, a soothing and sensual blend that promised relaxation and arousal in equal measure. Thor had selected the oils himself, a special combination he had prepared just for your first night together. Leaning down, he brushed a soft kiss against your ear as his hands began to slowly unfasten the ties of your gown, “A special blend, my lady. Asgardian night blooming jasmine to stimulate the senses and ignite your passions. Aspen extract to alleviate any nervous tension and leave your skin silky and smooth, and a touch of honeydew nectar to enhance your natural beauty and scent.” His fingers deftly undid the last of the ties, and he eased the gown from your shoulders.

As the rich fabric slipped down your body and pooled at your feet, Thor’s breath caught at the sight of you clad in only your undergarments and the delicate lace of your corset. He drank in the sight of your skin, flushed and glowing in the warm light of the fireplace. “You are a vision of loveliness, my dear,” he breathed, “A goddess descending to earth.”

You preen under your husband’s praise and adoration, with a shy smile and rosy blush, “Thank you.” You breathe out, fiddling nervously with the lacy hem of your chemise.

Thor felt a surge of tenderness seeing your nervous ministrations. He could sense the delicate dance of your emotions- shy anticipation mixed with innocent trepidation. Reaching out, he gently captured your small hands in his larger, stronger ones, stilling their anxious movements. “Shh, sweetling…” he murmured, his voice a deep, soothing rumble, “There is no need for bashfulness betwixt us now. We are husband and wife, bound together in love and marriage.” He brought your hands up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to each knuckle before turning your wrists to trail his lips along the sensitive inner skin, his tongue flicking out to taste your fleeting pulse.

“Tonight, I want you to experience only pleasure, my heart. Allow me to worship your body as the temple of love it is. Surrender to my touch, my caress…and know only bliss.” He slid his calloused thumb along your bottom lip, a teasing, intimate gesture. “Now let me help you off with this delightful little chemise and corset…”

Instinctively, you tense up, gaze flickering between Thor’s eager hands and kind face, “I…” you begin to speak, pausing as your blush darkening impossibly so, spreading down to your chest, “No one has ever seen me in such a state of undress before.”

Thor felt a rush of understanding and tenderness at your nervous hesitation. He knew that for a maiden, baring one’s body completely to another was a profound act of vulnerability and trust. And despite your innocent upbringing, he understood intrinsically the significance of the gift you were about to bestow upon him. He cupped your face tenderly in his large, gentle hands, his thumbs brushing over the delicate apple of your cheeks as he gazed deeply into your eyes. “Sweetheart, I comprehend your nervousness and I honor the trust you place in me,” he murmured softly, “For a lady as pure as you, unveiling herself to her new husband’s eyes and touch is a testament to the depths of love and commitment you hold for him.”

His gaze remained locked with yours, his voice low and resonant with sincerity, “I swear on my honor as an Asgardian prince and your devoted husband, I will cherish this gift of intimacy you grant me. I will worship and adore every inch of your skin with loving, reverent touches… and I will never do anything to hurt or frighten you.” He brushed a particularly tender kiss across your trembling lips, “Will you allow me the privilege of undressing you fully, sweet wife? So I may marvel at the beauty of you, and our love may fully bloom in the heat of our joining?”

With a soft hum, you nod once, granting him your consent.

Your trust and willingness to bare yourself to him humbled and touched Thor deeply. He knew it was a sacred act of love and submission, and he vowed to honor it always. With a gentle hand and reverent heart, he slowly peeled away the stiff boning of your corset and the delicate linen of your chemise, easing it down your slender shoulders before letting it slip from your body to pool at your feet. And as the last of your garments fell away, Thor drew in a shuddering breath, awestruck by your naked beauty. He drank in the sight of your skin, silken and lush in the golden light of the fireplace. His gaze traced the elegant lines of your body, from the graceful column of your throat, over the delicate curves of your breasts, down to the soft, womanly swell of your hips and thighs. He marveled at the way the flickering flames seemed to dance across your skin, painting you in a warm, intimate glow.

“Magnificent…” he whispered, his voice thick with admiration and coveting. Leaning in, he pressed a trail of reverent kisses across your collarbone before murmuring against your skin, “A goddess in human form, yours is a beauty of which song and legend will forever sing.”

Thor’s praise earns a shy smile from you, your nervousness fading away in the sunshine of his open adoration. Feeling emboldened, you reach out to trace the intricate patterns adorning Thor’s ceremonial armor, “Will you be joining me in the bath?’ You ask coyly, tilting your head to the side.

Thor silently admired the width of your hips, a part of you that promised to bear his children, to keep his legacy alive. He imagined the radiant glow of your skin, rounded and full with the life of his seed growing within you. The thought sent a bolt of lust straight to his loins, his manhood already hard and aching within his breeches. He captured your wandering hand, bringing it to his lips to press a fervent kiss to your palm. His tongue teased over your lifeline, tracing the path he imagined his own pleasure would take as he claimed you fully. “Indeed, my love. I could not resist the chance to join you, to bathe you, to worship your glorious body as you immerse us both in the warm, scented waters.” His voice was a low, intimate rumble, thick with promise and anticipation.

In a fluid motion, he shrugged off his own robes and began to divest himself of his armor, each piece falling away to reveal the honed, muscular form beneath. The firelight played across his skin, accentuating the defined planes and curves of a warrior’s physique. He watched your face intently as he unbuckled his sword belt and let it clatter to the floor, noting the widening of your eyes and the delicate flush coloring your cheeks at the sight of his near-nudity. Once he stood bare before you, save for his breeches, he pulled you into his arms, crushing you against the hard length of his body. He could feel the heat of your skin, the way your breasts pressed against his chest, the softness of your belly and the gentle swell of your hips. Capturing your mouth in a searing kiss, he swept you up into his arms and carried you towards the bath, ready to begin your sensual journey together.

You gasp into the kiss, surprised by the sudden intensity of Thor’s attention. The kisses Thor bestowed upon you during your ceremony and reception were chaste, what was deemed appropriate in the audience of hundreds of Asgardians. Your eyes flutter shut in bliss, melting into the overwhelming heat of the kiss.Thor could sense your innocence, your inexperience with such passionate, unbridled affection. And yet, he could also feel the way your soft curves melted against him, your ample breasts pillowing against his muscular chest, your shapely hips fitting so perfectly against his own. It fueled his desire, stoked the flames of his lust to new heights.

Cradling you closer, one large hand splayed across the small of your back, savoring the delicate curve, as the other tangled in the silken fall of your hair. He deepened the kiss, his tongue delving past your parted lips to claim the warm cavern of your mouth, to dance and duel with the sweet recesses of your own tongue. He drank in the taste of you, sweet and heady, a flavor more intoxicating than the finest Asgardian mead. Each slide and glide of his lips against yours, each teasing flick of his tongue, sent bolts of electricity zinging down your spine to settle in your loins.

By the time he carried you into the bathing chamber, your breath was coming in soft, panting gasps. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and aspen, the steam from the bath curling sensuously around your naked bodies. Thor set you down on your feet, his large hands squeezing your waist before sliding around to cup the globes of your ass, lifting you subtly as he claimed your mouth once more in a fierce, hungry kiss. He could feel his cock throbbing urgently against your belly, hard and ready and aching for you, as his hands kneaded the pliant flesh of your rear.

When he finally broke the kiss, his voice was a low, rough growl against your ear, “I want to feel your soft, naked body slide against mine as we immerse ourselves in the hot, scented water. I want to bathe every inch of your nubile form, to caress and massage you until you’re boneless with pleasure. And then, sweet girl, I want to lay you out on our marriage bed and worship you with my hands and mouth and cock until you’re irrevocably mine.” He nipped at your bottom lip, his eyes shining with the force of his desire. “Will you allow me this pleasure, my goddess? Will you let me bathe you, pleasure you, as your devoted husband?”

Your response comes easily, quickly becoming second nature, “Of course,” you all but breathe out, smiling adoringly up at your new husband.Thor assisted you into the steaming bath, his hands caressing your skin reverently as he helped you settle into the warm, fragrant water. The heat seeped into your muscles, easing any lingering tension as the heady scent of jasmine and honeydew enveloped you. He climbed in after, the water sloshing gently around your bodies as he settled himself behind you, his strong legs straddling either side of the large, circular tub.

He pulled you back against his chest, your head coming to rest just beneath his chin, your hair fanning out across the water. His arms came around you, one hand splaying across your lower belly possessively while the other cupped the soft weight of your breast, kneading the pliant flesh. He could feel your heart beating against his palms, a steady, tempting rhythm that matched the pounding of his own. His lips trailed along your shoulder, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your damp skin as his hands began to explore your body with sensual intent. He massaged the globes of your breasts, rolling and plucking at your nipples until they peaked into hard little buds against his palms. His fingers slipped lower, skimming across your ribcage and dipping into your navel before settling on the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, brushing maddeningly close to your most private place.

Pleasure sparked through your nerve endings with each touch, each caress, until you were squirming against him, breathless and aching with a need you couldn’t quite define. His hard, hot body pressed against your back, the thick length of his cock nestled in the cleft of your ass, letting you feel exactly what you did to him. One hand drifted higher, his fingers sliding through the slick, bare folds of your sex with a teasing, playfully light touch, not quite penetrating you, but stroking and petting until you were panting and arching into his touch with shameless abandon. “Tell me what you need, sweet wife,” he purred, his voice a low, seductive rumble against your ear, “Guide me in pleasuring you as no other man ever has. I want to make this a night of sensual delights you’ll never forget.”

A soft, unbidden whine rips from your throat, melting even further back against his chest, “Thor,” you breathe out sweet and slow, your thighs parting wider in invitation. A heavy, burning blush settles on your cheeks, biting your lower lip against new pleasures you’ve yet to experience.

Thor groaned softly, your sweet breathless whimper music to his ears. He could feel the way your body responded to his touch, your thighs parting instinctively to grant him greater access to your most intimate places. The evidence of your arousal only inflamed his own, his cock throbbing and pulsing against the soft curve of your ass. He rolled his hips, grinding his thick length against you in a slow, sensual rhythm that mirrored the ancient dance of passion as old as time itself.

“Aye, sweetness… let yourself feel the pleasure, let it consume you,” he murmured, his voice a deep, seductive purr against your ear. His hand drifted even higher, his fingers slipping between the slick folds of your sex to tease along the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. He circled and flicked and stroked, his touch light yet purposeful as he drank in each tremor and shiver he drew from your lush body. “That’s it, my goddess… I can feel how much you need this, how desperately your body craves my touch. I will give you the pleasure you’ve yearned for, the ecstasy you never knew you could feel.”

His finger delved deeper, a long, thick finger pressing slowly into the clutching heat of your cunt. He groaned at the feel of your silken walls fluttering around the invading digit, your untried body welcoming him with eager, grasping intensity. His thumb continued to circle your clit, stroking and teasing in time with the slow, sensual undulations of his hips. “Tell me, my dearest… have you pleasured yourself in the night, your slender fingers delving into this sweet cunt, seeking to ease the ache of your desire?” His voice was a dark, intimate rumble in your ear as he pumped his finger slowly in and out of your dripping sex. “Or have you been utterly untouched, this your first true experience of intimate caress? I can feel the way your little quim clings so tightly, as if it feared I will slip away before sating this fire we’ve kindled.”

The prim, delicate nature of your upbringing shies away at the vulgarity of Thor’s question, your blush darkening impossibly so. Mustering up your courage, you shake your head once in denial, “No,” you murmur slowly, “I’ve never…touched myself before. It’s not proper for a lady to do so.” 

A dark chuckle rumbled through Thor's chest as he felt your maidenly blush and bashfulness at his salacious question. He could sense the prim, innocent nature of your upbringing, and the way it made you shy away from such explicit discussions and acts. And yet, he could also feel the way your body responded with a will of its own, your untouched sex clenching and fluttering around his invading finger as if begging for more.

Thor smiled, a wicked glint in his eyes as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck, his beard rasping lightly against your sensitive skin. "Ah, sweet wife, propriety has no place betwixt a husband and wife on their wedding night," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive purr. "In the halls of love and marriage, there is no act too intimate, no word too bold. I will teach you the secrets of bodily bliss, the erotic delights your innocent heart has never dreamt of."

To punctuate his words, he slipped a second finger into your tight, dripping channel, pumping them slowly as he rubbed the heel of his palm against your sensitive clit. His other hand slid up to cup the weight of your breast, kneading the soft globe and plucking at the pebbled peak until it strained against his fingers. "You are mine now, my goddess, my wife... and I intend to claim every inch of you in the most carnal and intimate ways imaginable." He nipped at your throat before soothing the sting with a long, open-mouthed kiss. His fingers slid from your sex to grip your hip, pulling you more firmly against the thick ridge of his erection as it throbbed against the cleft of your ass.

"Tonight, I will introduce you to the sweet sin of lust, my love. I will make you scream in rapture and beg for my cock as I fill you again and again until your belly swells with the evidence of our coupling." His voice dropped to a husky murmur as he ground his hips more insistently against yours. "Now, spread your thighs wider for me, sweetness... let me feel the heat of your untouched sex as I prepare you to receive my manhood."

You tense up, confusion flooding your system once more, “Your manhood?” you echo, brow furrowing, though you still follow your husband’s instructions. You spread your legs as wide as the tub will allow, a pleasant ache in your muscles beginning to add to the dozens of new sensations flooding your senses.

He could sense your naivety, your lack of experience with the intimate details of coupling. It both endeared and aroused him, knowing that he would be your first and only lover. His hand drifted down to your inner thigh, gripping it gently as he guided your leg to drape over his, spreading your legs wider to expose your most private place to his hungry gaze and exploratory touch.

"Your quim is my manhood's haven, sweet girl," he murmured, his voice a low, seductive growl as he drank in the sight of your glistening, swollen folds. "A man's manhood, or cock, is the virile member that brings a woman pleasure and fills her with his seed to quicken a child within her womb." To illustrate his words, he took your small hand in his large one, guiding it to the thick, rigid length of his erection as it jutted from his body. He could feel it throb and pulse against your fingers, the skin hot and silky and hard as steel beneath your touch.

His other hand never ceased its sensual assault on your sex, his fingers pumping slowly in and out of your dripping channel as his thumb circled and teased your sensitive pearl. He could feel your innocence beginning to give way to instinct, your hips starting to undulate almost imperceptibly against his touch as he stoked the fires of your pleasure.

"In a moment, I will lay you upon our marriage bed and spread your thighs wide with my strong hands. Then, I will nestle between your legs, my cock mere inches from your sweet sex. And there, I make love to you, fill your belly with my seed... and you will scream my name like a prayer to the gods." His voice was a dark, lust-drunk rasp against your ear, his words painting a vivid picture of the erotic delights to come.

Bath water sloshes in the tub, you gasp as Thor places your hand on his thick cock. Your hand can’t even wrap fully around it, “Thor,” you say hesitantly, “Where is that supposed to go? It’s so…big.” You blink up at him, flushed skin glistening from the bath and slick, “It’s not going where your fingers are, is it? It won’t fit!”

Thor's only response to your hesitation was to trail his fingers up from your dripping sex to firmly grip the underside of your knee, urging your leg to drape itself fully over his hip. The new position left you open to him completely, your glistening pink folds naked to his heated gaze as he gazed down at where you were joined. "Oh, sweet innocence," he groaned, his thumb rubbing firm circles over your sensitive pearl as two fingers pumped slowly into your slick canal. "A man's cock is made to fit inside a woman's sex, to fill her utterly until there is no space left unclaimed. It is a tight, perfect union... the ultimate act of oneness between two lovers."

He guided your hand to stroke down the thick column of his shaft, groaning as you explored the shape and heft of him. His cock was flushed a deep, angry red, the bulbous head an almost purple hue as it wept with need. "Don't fret, my goddess," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble despite the searing, desperate lust in his eyes. "I know your untouched sex seems too small, too tight to contain me. But trust in my experience and your body's ability to stretch and accommodate me."

Thor's voice deepened, thickened with raw hunger. "As I slide into you, you will feel a stretch, a pressure unlike any you've known. There may be a moment of pain as your hymen yields to the conquering force of my manhood. But that pain will fade swiftly as your lush body adapts to be filled utterly for the very first time."

He captured your chin in his calloused hand, tilting your head back to meet his burning gaze as he ground his rigid length against your dripping sex in a slow, sensual rut. "You will feel every thick, pulsing inch of me as I claim your virgin depths. And as I begin to move within you, your inner muscles will flutter and clench around my plundering cock as if to hold me deep inside you... begging me to flood your womb with my hot, virile seed."

A heady mixture of fear and arousal flood your mind at Thor’s assurances and explanation. “I already feel so full, Thor,” you whine, pussy slick and tight around his two fingers, the warm bath water aiding his cause, “There is no way I can take anymore than this…inside me.”

Thor gentled his touch, his fingers slowing their thrusts to a languid, sensual glide as he felt your slick inner muscles clench and flutter around the intrusion. He could feel your trepidation, sense your concern that his thick, pulsing manhood would never fit within your tight, untried sex. Gently, he stroked your cheek with his free hand, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he gazed at you with a mix of tenderness and barely restrained lust.

"Hush, sweetness... trust in me and in the way your divine body was made to receive mine." His voice was a low, soothing rumble, his breath hot against your cheek. "Your sex may feel taut and stretched around my fingers, but it will yield and open further to welcome the slick glide of my manhood. The warmth of my flesh will meld with the intimate heat of your core as I fill you utterly."

Thor's fingers curled inside you, pressing against a special spot that made you gasp and shudder against him. "There, feel that... your body knows its purpose, even if your mind does not. This sensitive patch of flesh, when caressed just so, will send jolts of pleasure through your veins with each thrust of my hips, each deep stroke of my cock as it claims you."

He leaned in closer, his lips a hairsbreadth from yours as his fingers slid from your dripping sex. Still gripping your knee, he notched the thick head of his erection against your slick folds, bumping against your entrance without penetrating you. The textured surface of his cock pulsed and jerked against your sensitive flesh, leaving no doubt as to the size and shape of the manhood that awaited you.

"Breathe, my goddess... breathe and relax, and feel me begin to enter you." Thor murmured the words against your lips before capturing them in a searing, ravenous kiss. At the same time, he rolled his hips forward, the broad tip of his manhood beginning to push past your entrance as he slowly, inexorably breached your untouched sex.

The pressure is agonizing, your body tensing in protest, almost as if it's trying to barricade Thor from entering you any further. You inhale sharply, not daring to breathe, screwing your eyes shut at the sudden intense fullness of his cock breaching your virgin pussy. A tiny, pitiful whine rips from your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

Thor gentled his grip on you, one large hand stroking down your flank soothingly as he felt your body tensing in a mix of fear and anticipation. "Shhh... breathe, my love," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr against your ear. He could feel you trembling against him, could sense the way your untouched sex clenched and fluttered nervously around the thick head of his cock as it began to breach you.

He rolled his hips slowly, determinedly, gradually sinking more of his throbbing length into the tight, clutching heat of your virgin passage. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, his eyes fluttering shut in bliss as your untried walls squeezed and rippled around him. "You feel exquisite, sweetness... so impossibly tight and hot and perfect around my aching manhood," he rasped, his breath coming harsher as he struggled to maintain control.

Thor's hand drifted down to your hip, gripping it firmly as he rolled into you with a steady, inexorable pressure. He could feel your hymen stretched taut around the girth of his cock, your untouched sex protesting the sudden intrusion even as it yielded to the inevitable force of his possession. With a sharp, stinging pinch, your virginity surrendered to the relentless thrust of his hips, a trickle of blood rolling down the length of his cock. Pausing for a moment, he murmured soothing words into your ear as he gave you a brief respite to adjust to the feel of him filling you so utterly. "The pain will pass swiftly, my goddess... and in its place will bloom pleasure beyond your wildest dreams. Trust in your body's ability to accept your husband, to welcome the deep penetration of a lover's cock as it claims you utterly."

Thor's voice deepened, roughened with lust and desire as he rolled his hips slowly, burying another thick inch of his shaft into your tight, grasping sex. "You are barely halfway taken, my love... but already you feel like heaven wrapped around me, your untouched walls squeezing me so sweetly as if begging for more. I will give you more, will fill you again and again until my seed takes root within your fertile womb..."

You gasp for air, eyes flying open wide as Thor ruptures your hymen. Hands fly to grip the edge of the bathtub, knuckles white. A soft whimper falls from your lips as you try desperately to will your body to relax around his invading manhood, “Barely half way?” you gasp out, “You’re going to kill me, Thor.”

Thor chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his broad chest as he felt you tense and gasp beneath him. He could sense your disbelief, your shock at the sheer size and thickness of his manhood as it stretched your untouched sex beyond what you thought possible. Leaning down, he captured your lips in a searing, dominating kiss, his tongue delving deep to claim your mouth as thoroughly as his cock was claiming your virgin passage.

He rolled his hips again, pushing another thick inch of his shaft into your grasping sex, the lewd squelch of your juices and the creak of the tub the only sounds in the steamy room. "Fear not, sweetness... you are far too delectable a morsel to die now," he murmured against your lips, his voice a sinful caress. "I will not let you perish, no... I will make certain that you live through the most exquisite pleasure a woman can know. I will bring you to the heights of ecstasy again and again until you are drunk on the feel of my cock splitting you open on every plunge."

Punctuating his dark promise, Thor rolled his hips faster, sinking more of his thick length into your dripping sex with each sensual undulation. He could feel your inner muscles fluttering and clinging to his invading shaft, as if desperate to hold him deep within your core.

"You take me so well, my goddess... your divine sex stretches around my cock as if it was made to be claimed by me and me alone," he groaned, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his climax. He was so close to the edge, the sensation of your untouched body gripping him like a silken vise threatening to undo him before he could bring you to your first peak.

His hand drifted between your thighs, his fingers seeking out the sensitive bud of your clit. He rubbed the swollen nub in tight, quick circles, teasing out your arousal as he rolled his hips steady and sure. "Come undone for me, sweetness... let me feel your maidenly sex spasm around my cock as I bring you to your very first release. Drench my shaft in your slick as I make you mine for all eternity..."

Finally, the discomfort and the stretch melts away into the most full, intense pleasure you’ve ever known. A low, breathy moan falls from your lips. Your eyes flutter shut, head lolling back as your cheeks flush, breasts heaving with each breath. You spread your legs impossibly wider, offering more of your slippery cunt to Thor.

Thor groaned deeply as he felt your molten inner walls begin to yield, the exquisite pleasure of your silken heat enveloping his plundering cock. He could sense the shift in your body's reaction, the tension giving way to a desperate, aching need. The knowledge that he was the cause of such rapture, that he was the one to bring you to the precipice of your very first climax, sent a dark surge of pride and hunger crashing through him.

The tremors of impending release rippling through your lush curves spurred Thor into a frenzy of lust. He needed to make you his, to claim each inch of your nubile flesh, to mark you indelibly as his woman. The tight confines of the tub no longer satisfied him - he required a grander arena to cement your union, a bed that would bear witness to his conquering and your surrender.

"That maidenly blush blossoming on such fair cheeks will haunt my mind for all eternity," he muttered, draping you over his muscular arm and rising from the tub in a spray of water and steam. Your lithe body leeched against his sodden skin as he strode swiftly but tenderly towards your marriage bed, his every step jostling his cock and drawing gasps and whimpers from your lips. Thor's hands mapped the sweet curves and valleys of your body with ravenous touch - the ripe, peach-perfect globes of your ass, the slender line of your back, the ripe fullness of your breasts.

"Sweet, succulent girl," he breathed, his voice a rumble of dark promise and hungering need as he deposited you on the center of the expansive bed. "Spread your legs for me, my goddess... open them wide and offer yourself to me, my wife."

He crawled over you, his weight settled between your thighs as he nudged them even wider apart with his knees. The thick length of his shaft, slick with your juices, emerged from his groin and slapped lewdly against your dripping sex. "I will take you to new heights, sweetness... plunge you into rapturous ecstasy as I fill the deepest recesses of your womanhood with my throbbing, virile flesh."

Your legs fall open easily, pussy gaping open in the absence of Thor’s cock. He drank in the erotic sight of your glistening sex, the swollen, flushed folds blossoming open to receive him. Your body's betraying readiness fueled the inferno of lust that consumed him, the hunger to claim you, to possess you utterly as was his right and duty as your husband. Gripping your hips firmly, he notched the broad, dripping crown of his cock against your entrance, the flared head kissing your cunt and making you writhe with need.

He gazed down at you, his sky-blue eyes blazing with a mix of tenderness and wild hunger. He saw the ripe, succulent woman beneath him, offered up to him as he had long dreamed of. In that moment, he knew he would never want another, would never crave a body or touch save yours. "You are a rare beauty, wife," he murmured, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "A perfect feast laid out for your hungry, loving husband to devour."

Thor rolled his hips with a powerful flex of thick muscle, his shaft sinking into you with a deep, imperious thrust. He groaned at the exquisite sensation, pleasure exploding like starlight behind his eyelids as your scorching silk enveloped him, squeezing him like a glove. Thrust after relentless thrust carried him deeper into your body, stretching you in a dance of erotic bliss around his plundering cock. Thor could feel the stirring flutter of your climax building in the clutching heat of your sex, your untouched walls beginning to ripple around his invading length. He saw your head thrash against the pillow beneath you, heard your breathy mewls and gasps, the stuttering pulse of your blood beneath his stroking fingers.

"Yes, my goddess," he rumbled, his breath hot against your throat. "Let it come, my love... I can feel your pleasure building, your sex tightening around me like a heavenly vise. You are exquisite, sweetness... and all mine."

Thor pistoned his hips faster now, drunk on the feel of your hot, slick flesh gripping him so urgently, so needful. One hand drifted up to palm your breast, tweaking the rosy, distended peak as he rolled over you. "Come for me, my divine wife," he commanded, his voice a husky rasp of lust. "Scream my name and surrender yourself to the pleasure only I can give you."

You moan in response, bringing a shaky hand to rest over your lower belly, “I can feel you, so deeply inside me,” you sigh out, tilting your hips upwards to meet his thrusts, slick drooling out of your stretched hole and around his dick. “I don’t know where you start and I end. Perhaps this is how it was always meant to be. No me, no you, we are one.:

Thor groaned in bliss as he felt your molten sheath grip him like a velvet vise, clinging to his pistoning shaft with desperate, mewling cries. The slick gush of your arousal painting his cock and balls spurred him to greater fervor, his hips gently rocking against yours with the force of a thunderous tide. He could feel your womb, ripe and ready, nestled snug against the tip of his manhood as he plunged ever deeper into your sweet depths.

"Yes, feel me, my goddess," Thor hissed through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into the giving flesh of your hip as he guided you lovingly against him. "Feel the thick, throbbing heat of your husband's cock as it claims your untouched core. Surrender to the pleasure of being filled and stretched and taken for the first time."

He dipped his head to capture your lips in a sweet, sloppy kiss as he rolled his hips in deep, sensual circles. His tongue delved into your mouth, mimicking the thrust of his member, laying claim to your every secret, hidden place. He swallowed your cries of rapture with his own groans of lust, the sounds of your coupling echoing obscenely in the grand chamber. The pressure building in your core wound tighter and tighter as Thor undulated sensually into your sex. He could feel your pleasure cresting, threatening to wash over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Sensing the impending cataclysm, he redoubled his efforts, plunging into your grasping sheath with a power that shook the very bed beneath you.

"That's it, sweet girl," Thor panted harshly against your skin, his sweat-slicked body slithering deliciously against yours. "I can feel your quim fluttering around me, your virginal body trembling on the precipice of rapture. Give in to it, my love... Surrender yourself to the bliss only I can give you."

He crushed his mouth to yours once more in a searing kiss as he hilted his hips forward one last, ultimate time. With a roar of triumph and ecstasy, Thor felt your sex spasm around his plunging member, your walls rippling wildly as your climax exploded through you. The rhythmic clench and shudder of your sex milked his shaft as he erupted deep inside your core, flooding your fertile womb with the boiling surge of his seed.

You gasp into Thor’s mouth, a needy, whiny moan following it as you experience the mind-numbing bliss of your first orgasm. Your eyes roll back, spine arching clean off the bed. A gush of slick floods Thor’s dick, your body trembling mindlessly beneath his.

The intense clenching and release of your climax was milking his cock with a rhythm that stole his breath. He could feel the pulse of your orgasm in your flesh, the shuddering of your limbs under his body. He swallowed your moan with his own as he relished the sensation of his seed pouring into your womb within waves, his manhood spilling rope after rope of thick creamy cum inside of your womanhood.

He could feel your heart pounding against his chest, and every shudder of your body, he savored it. He pulled his mouth away from yours as his hips continued to grind against you. His breathing was heavy and ragged, his voice a rumble of dark satisfaction as he slid his hands under the small of your back, arching you into him. "My wife, so tender and so sweet, your first climax is mine to take," he murmured, his eyes locked onto yours, watching your every expression. Thor's hips continued to roll and move his cock inside of your, still hard. He ground his pelvis against your clit, drawing out your orgasm with a skill that was honed by the many centuries of his existence. He could sense another climax building, deeper and more intense than the last. He could feel your sex fluttering around him, milking him with desperate, hungry pulses.

Thor let his hand rove over your body, caressing your nipples as his body forced more pleasure from you. He leaned down to kiss your neck, feeling your pulse against his lips, feeling it fluttering and racing. He slipped his fingers between your thighs, feeling the way his cock was nestled within your sex, finding a rhythm with his thrusts and his circling fingers. Thor did not ask your permission to continue, rather he simply decided that he wanted to continue.

"Two for two my love," he murmured softly, his voice a husky growl against your skin. "Feel it, darling girl... feel my cock feeding you my thick, hot seed as I make you cum again and again for me."

Now, his hips finally began to move in earnest. Every thrust powerful, precise, and devastating. His gaze did not leave yours as he consumed your body. Thor reveled in the sensation of your sex, slick and throbbing as his hips rolled forward into you, his cock driving in deep then pulling out only to thrust in deeper still. His thrusts came faster and harder, relentlessly driving your pleasure higher and higher as you have never known. Your body trembled beneath him, your eyes wide with shock and pleasure as another orgasm crashed over you. Thor growled in satisfaction as he felt your sex clamp down on his cock, milking him with desperate, hungry pulses. This one even more powerful than the last.

Thor felt his own climax building, the pressure in his loins intense. With a low groan he buried his cock to the hilt inside your body as he exploded once more, flooding your womb with another thick, sticky stream of seed. His hips moved in short, sharp thrusts as he ground his pelvis against your clit and forced through the climax until the end. He lay there panting for a moment, his body slick with sweat as his heart pounded against his chest. Thor had never felt so completely sated, so utterly fulfilled.

You take a moment to catch your breath, finding your bearings in the wake of two intense orgasms. Your eyes, glazed over and fucked-out flick over to Thor’s form. You brush aside a few damp locks of hair that are plastered to your forehead, “That is how one makes babies?” You ask in a breathless, wrecked voice. Your vocal cords feel rubbed raw, you’re sure you’ve given the servants a show to discuss later.

Thor was still nestled snugly inside your warm body, his softening cock resting within your well-used sex. As the waves of release ebbed away, he assisted you in brushing the damp hair from your forehead, tucking them gently behind your ear. His thumb trailed over your flushed cheek, relishing the tender afterglow reflected in your glazed eyes.

"Aye, sweetness," he murmured softly, his voice a soothing rumble. "That is how a man and woman unite to create a new life. And you were exquisite in your first coupling."

Thor leaned in closer, capturing your lips in a slow, sensual kiss filled with adoration and contentment. His hand drifted down to rest on your belly, splayed over the spot where he had spilled his seed deep inside you. A spark of possessiveness stirred within him at the thought of his essence quickening inside your fertile womb. "And that is only the beginning, my goddess," he breathed against your lips. "I intend to spend the rest of our lives showing you the myriad pleasure that exists between a husband and wife."

As he spoke, he rolled you onto your side, spooning you from behind. His hand drifted over the ripe curve of your hip and ass, pausing to squeeze the flesh and fat that had brought him such rapture. His softening cock slipped free of your body with a lewd sound, a trickle of your combined juices leaking out to stain the bed sheets below you

With a breathless giggle, you declare “We are going to have dozens of children then.”

Thor laughed, a low, contented sound that rumbled through his chest and vibrated against your back. He nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent, a heady mix of something floral and the musk of your lovemaking. His arms tightened around you, one hand splayed possessively over your belly, the other cupping your breast, his fingers toying gently with your sensitive nipple.

"Dozens, my love?" he murmured, his voice a low rumble of amusement. "I should hope so. I intend to ensure that our line is strong and numerous, a testament to our love and passion."

He paused, his hand drifting lower, tracing the curve of your hip and the swell of your ass. His fingers dipped between your thighs, gathering the slick mixture of your arousal and his seed that leaked from your well-used sex. He brought his fingers to his lips, sucking them clean with a low groan of satisfaction.

"Mmm, the taste of our union," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "I could feast on you for eternity and never grow tired of your sweetness."

Thor's hand returned to your sex, his fingers tracing the swollen, sensitive folds with a gentle, teasing touch. He could feel the heat of your body, the way your sex clenched and fluttered at his touch, and he knew that you were far from sated.

"Besides," he continued, his voice a low growl in your ear. "I have a great deal of time to make up for. All those years I spent pining for you, dreaming of the day I could finally make you mine."

His fingers dipped inside you, coating them in the thick mixture of your arousal and his seed. He brought them to your clit, circling the sensitive nub with a slow, deliberate touch. He could feel your body responding to him, your breath hitching in your throat as a soft moan escaped your lips.

Steve Rogers is a jackass.

Captain fucking America, mister cherry pie and morals, was a self-righteous prick. Bucky had never felt more pissed off at Steve in his one hundred plus years of living than he does right now. You curled up in his bed, bawling your eyes out and practically chugging some cheap magnum bottle of whiskey. 

Steve, who apparently didn’t believe in too much of a good thing, when he decided to stick his patriotic dick in Sharon Carter of all people. Of course, you found out. Steve was a terrible liar despite having the balls to actually cheat on you. You don’t know why you immediately go to Bucky, but you do. In the year you’ve been dating Steve, you became rapidly closer with the former Winter Soldier. Perhaps it was the forced proximity, or maybe you were just kindred spirits.

Bucky, of course, falls for you. Hard and fast like an idiot. Forced to pine after his best friend’s girl as if his life wasn’t already a fucking sob story. Always the dutiful friend, listening to you vent about the pitfalls of your relationship with Steve and trying to offer sound advice. Bucky learns to tame the green eyed monster inside him, finding contentment as your friend and confidant. 

When you show up on his doorstep at eight o’clock on a Saturday night, he knows Steve fucked up. He knows it without you even having to say a word, because he knew this would happen. He knew, on some level, that Steve didn’t deserve you. Not that Bucky deserved you either, god knows he was even less deserving. But you went to him, so that has to mean something, right?

The intensifying of your sobs pull Bucky out of his reverie, head snapping in your direction again. Some commercial blares on his shitty little TV in the corner of his bedroom, Even the Nights Are Better playing in the background on some allergy medicine ad. 

“T-this was our song!” You wail, burying your face in a pillow as your body shudders with the force of your sobs. The bottle of whiskey remains clutched in your hand. If it weren’t for your inconsolable state, Bucky might’ve been impressed and slightly turned on at the way you chug the whiskey. A woman after his own heart.

Bucky grimaces, perched next to you, stock still, “Okay, dollface, I think that’s enough whiskey.”

He feels awkward and stilted, like his skin is on too fucking tight and the room is too warm. He feels way too self-aware, he’s tuned in to every little sniffle and hiccup.

Seriously, fuck Steve for this. Not only for breaking your heart, but also creating the perfect storm. You, vulnerable and drunk in his fucking bed of all places. A wet dream come to life, if he’s being honest.

He needs to get the whiskey from you. He practically has to pry it out of your hands, amber liquid sloshing inside the nearly empty bottle. Fuck. He should have cut you off way earlier. He grabs the remote, clicking the mute button, “Honey, let’s take some deep breaths, yeah?”

Bucky tries to smile reassuringly but it’s tight and stretches over his teeth in a weird way that makes him look more machine than man. You peer over the edge of the pillow smushed against your face, doe eyes blinking owlishly at him, “Deep breaths?” You echo, incredulously, “You want me to take deep breaths when I walk in on my boyfriend tongue deep in that blonde bitch? Are you fucking for real, Bucky?”

Bucky’s mouth opens and closes rapidly, like a fish out of water. He sure fucking feels like one, incredibly out of his depths. He’s not equipped for this, a tornado of hormones and heartbreak. His stupid silence somehow seems to agitate you even further, angelic features twisting and morphing through every stage of grief in a matter of seconds.

Your anguish quickly gives way to fury, chucking the pillow across the room, “Has he always been like this? Huh?” 

Bucky blinks taken aback, “What? Steve?” He sighs, running a hand through shortly cropped hair, “No, doll, he hasn’t always been like this. I’ve known Steve since we were kids, and he’s never been a saint but he’s not usually an inconsiderate, lying, cheating asshole either.” Bucky’s voice is hard and contemptuous.

Bucky takes your dainty hand in his, squeezing reassuringly, “Hating Steve isn’t going to make this better. It’s not going to erase the pain he caused,” He pauses, pursing his lips as he tries to find the right words, “You gotta let yourself feel this, dollface. Feel the anger, feel the hurt, the betrayal. Don’t suppress it, because that’s just gonna make it fester.”

His jaw clenches, teeth grinding together. Bucky silently attempts to work through his own feelings on the matter. On one hand, his never wavering loyalty to Steve, his brother in arms and every sense of the word. On the other hand is you. Heartbroken, far too lovely for his comfort and the odd, delicate bond between you two. Bucky swallows, his mouth filled with a metallic taste as he fights down the ever growing urge to hunt Steve down and beat him within an inch of his life. 

He realizes you’re staring at him, gaze hard, “Why didn’t you warn me?” You ask in a quiet, hollow tone that makes Bucky feel like his heart is going to shrivel up in his chest.

Running a hand down his face, Bucky huffs, “Warn you?” He echoes, “Honey, I… I didn’t know.” He implores, clenching his fists in his lap, “I swear to God, if I had known he was being such a fucking prick, I would’ve put a stop to it, I would’ve beaten the information out of him myself.”

“You didn’t know?!” You throw your hands up in the air, gesturing wildly, “You didn’t have a single fucking inkling? I don’t believe that for a second, Bucky,” You hiss, movements jerky and agitated as you tousle your hair, “You didn’t think to say, “Hey doll,”” You begin to mimic Bucky’s voice, “‘You’re about to date the goddamn devil!’”

Holding his hands up in a placating gesture, Bucky scoots back. Your accusation stings, hitting a nerve he hadn’t known was exposed, “Hey, hold on just a damn minute,” He says, his voice rising in defense, “I’m not fucking psychic, dollface. I knew Steve could be an inconsiderate ass sometimes, but I didn’t know he was straight up cheating on you.”

Bucky scoffs, a mixture of shock and anger coursing through his veins, “I’m not going to apologize for not knowing what my so-called best friend was up to behind your back. That’s not fucking fair.”

His gaze softens slightly, his voice lowering to a more conciliatory tone, “Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs earlier. I’m sorry you got hurt. But don’t think for a second that I would’ve ever encouraged you to be with someone who would treat you like this. You mean too damn much to me for that.”

You’re still pissed, of course. Feeling self-destructive, though Bucky’s heartfelt declaration hits deep. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, a feral kind of rage filling you, “Oh yeah? Well… you’re… You’re an ass!” You shout, a half-hearted insult. You weren’t really trying, you just wanted to burn bridges. You push yourself out of the bed, stomping out of the room. Slamming the door for good measure, the sound echoing through the apartment like a gunshot. Storming into the kitchen, you begin digging through Bucky’s sparse cabinets for more liquor.

Bucky stared after you, stunned and hurt by your somewhat childish outburst. Your accusations burned like salt in a fresh wound. He stood there for a moment, anger and confusion warring within him. Then, with a fierce scowl, he stalked after you, his long strides quickly closing the distance between his bedroom and the kitchen.

The floorboards creak under his heavy footsteps as he follows the path down the hallway. When he reaches the kitchen, he grabs the doorframe, leaning in. “Hey, wait a fucking minute.” He all but growls, his voice a deep, dangerous rumble. “I know you’re hurting, but you don’t get to just accuse me of being an ass and then stomp away like a fucking toddler.”

He steps further into the kitchen, a breath away from crowding you against the counter, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Steve being a prick, but I won’t accept you throwing blame at me when I'm trying my goddamn hardest to be here for you!”

Bucky leans back against the counter, scoffing, “We both know you’re better than this, sweetheart. Don’t let Steve’s mistakes make you forget that. I’m not the enemy.”

You snatch a bottle of vodka out of the cabinet, there’s no more than a few sips left. You down it in one go, sighing tiredly, “I don’t need you to be here for me. I don’t need you to fix me, Bucky. I’m not some little dolly for you to glue back together. You don’t need to make your fucking amends with me.”

Bucky’s expression hardens, snatching the bottle from your hands, “Watch your fucking tone,” He whispers, cornering you against the counter. There’s a glimmer in his eyes, you see it. The Winter Soldier lurking in the back of his psyche. It sends a perverse thrill down your spine.

“I’m not trying to fix you. You’re not some damn doll, I know that. I’ve always known that.” He pauses, taking a deep breath, “I’m here as your friend, to listen, to support you. But I won’t allow you to take your anger out on me, honey.”

You’ve never been good at knowing when to quit, it’s never been your strong suit. Now is not an exception, you double down on your brattiness.  

“Don’t tell me to watch my fucking tone, I’m not a child.” You hiss, scowling up at him. He towers over you, all muscle and man. Damn him for being so fucking tall, built like a skyscraper. You damn near have to be on your tiptoes at this point, it’s ridiculous. 

He grasps your chin hard, cheeks smushing up and lips forced into a pout, “Watch it, little girl,” He murmurs lowly, licking his lips, “You can be mad. You can scream and shout and curse until you’re blue in the face. But you don’t get to talk to me like that.”

Those sapphire eyes flashed with a mixture of anger, frustration, and a hint of something else, something that made your insides feel molten and heady.

“I’ve taken a lot of shit for the people I love. I’ve been beaten, tortured, and turned into a fucking weapon. But damn if I’m going to stand here and take your anger when all I’m trying to do is be here for you.” Slowly, deliberately, he leans in closer until his breath is hot against your pursed lips, “I know you’re hurting. I know you’re angry. But I won’t let you push me away, dollface. I won’t let you be self-destructive.” His voice drops to a fervent whisper, “You fucking try me, sweetheart. I’ve dealt with terrorist threats and mad titans. Fuck, I’ve been a terrorist. You think a little thing like you is going to scare me off?”

Bucky’s hand snakes around to the back of your neck. You whirl around, the world spinning, and he pushes you face first into the hardwood. You all but shriek in surprise, eyes comically wide. Your left cheek squished on the cool flooring, shoulders pinned down. Your knees prop your ass up in the air, curving your spine into a sharp arch. He has you right where he wants you, submissively positioned. An offering, your perky backside up in the air invitingly. Your body betrays you, a fucking shiver of pleasure wracking through you. You can feel your cunt leaking eagerly at Bucky’s manhandling. 

You wonder if he realizes the effect this is having on you. All thoughts of Steve and his betrayal fly from your mind as your pussy throbs in time with your rapid heartbeat. Shame and arousal burn your cheeks, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to will away your body’s traitorous reaction. 

This is Bucky. This is fucking Bucky. Steve’s best friend, your weird friend-ish acquaintance. You know him because of Steve. This is a bad idea, horrible. You need to put a stop to this immediately before you actually let him have his way with you on the kitchen floor. Because you’re heartbroken, you’re pissed, and you’re far wetter than you’ve been in months. You’re too vulnerable and fucked up, not to mention drunk to make a sound decision right now. And you know, you fucking know if Bucky asked to rail you within an inch of your life… You’d say yes.

So, “Bucky, uh,” You begin to protest meekly, all the fire and spit on your tongue moments ago evaporating.

The hand that is now pressing down in the middle of your back and pinning your sternum to the ground increases in pressure fractionally. A silent warning of the consequences of pushing back even further.

The words die on your tongue, you focus your gaze on a piece of lint by your face and huff. 

But then, slowly, deliberately he brings his hand down on your upturned ass. Delivering a sharp smack that echoes through the room. A surprised shriek of indignation rips from your throat, equal parts horrified and aroused. The stinging pain radiates across your tender flesh, a stark contrast to the coolness of the floor beneath you. “What in the fuck are you doing?” You demand angrily, scowl deepening.

“Keep testing me, honey, and I’ll show you exactly what happens to bratty little girls who don’t listen,” Bucky punctuates his words with another sharp smack to your ass, watching as the flesh and fat jiggle and redden beneath his organic palm.

He drapes his muscular torso across your back, leaning over your bent form. His breath is hot against your ear, his body a heavy, unyielding weight pressing down on you. It’s a comforting contrast from the rough treatment your butt is receiving, like a warm weighted blanket. 

Despite your best efforts to stay quiet, a tiny breathless noise escapes your throat. Halfway between a moan and a squeak, the flush staining your cheeks darkens further. You bite your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, simultaneously mortified and turned on.

Momentarily caught off guard, the super soldier freezes, his vibranium hand resting on the curve of your hip. A look of shock and disbelief crosses his handsome features. He had expected anger, perhaps even more fighting back, but never in a million years did he think you would react so unabashedly with desire.

For a moment, Bucky simply stares down at you, taking in the pretty flush of your cheeks, the way your lips parted around that sinful little noise. His cock, hard and heavy, strains through his jeans and presses into the curve of your ass. That all-consuming hunger that HYDRA tortured out of his system returns with a fucking vengeance. His blood sings in his veins at your little noises and rushes to his dick. 

A low, strangled groan escapes his throat as Bucky tries desperately to grasp at the last vestiges of self-control. His hand digs into the fat of your hip, squeezing and kneading almost unconsciously, “Fuck, honey…” He murmurs, his tone ragged with the overwhelming heat consuming you both, “Are you… are you getting off on this?”

Bucky moves impossibly closer, chapped lips brushing against the shell of your ear, “‘Cause if you are, honey… I’ll fucking wreck you and I won’t be held responsible for it.”

“Shut up,” You whine weakly, your shame and arousal fighting for dominance. Despite your half-hearted protest, you arch your spine deeper. You’re soaked, you know it. Embarrassingly soaked, probably through your fucking sweatpants at this point. Your cunt aches, feeling too empty. Bucky’s dark promise of wrecking you? Fuck if it doesn’t make you clench around nothing, needy and debauched. He’s barely touched you and you’re sure if he so much as brushes past your clit, you’ll cum harder than you ever have in your life.

Bucky’s eyes darken with lust as you arch your back, presenting your ass to him like a cat in heat. A low, approving growl rumbles deep in his throat. The hand on your hip slides back to palm the globe of your ass, sinking into the fatty flesh. You hope it bruises, god you want him to mark you. You want that vibranium arm to rip you into pretty little chunks and remake you into something new. Something Steve’s never touched, never kissed, never held.

“Shut up? Honey, the way you’re acting, you don’t want me to shut up,” He taunts, his voice a deep, seductive murmur.

That rips a pathetic whimper from your throat, eyes fluttering shut, “I’m too drunk for this.”

Bucky hums, “Yeah? You’re a big girl, you know how to say stop.”

You shudder, all but melting beneath him, “I’m too sad for this.”

Smack!

This time Bucky’s metal arm meets your ass cheek, you jolt, gasping. You’re panting openly against the hardwood, eyes screwed shut and blushing like a virgin. The intoxicating mixture of stinging pain and molten pleasure are far more powerful than the whiskey in your belly.

The former Winter Soldier all but rips your sweatpants down, bunching them around your knees. The cool air against your newly exposed skin makes you shudder, a perverse shiver racing down your spine. The rough, calloused pads of Bucky’s fingers dig into the tender flesh of your ass cheek, kneading and squeezing the malleable muscle possessively, “Fuck, baby, look at this ass… you’re fucking perfect,” He groans approvingly, hips rocking forward to grind his clothed erection against you, “Steve was a goddamn fool to ever even look at another woman.”

Without warning, he brings down his palm hard against your bare ass, the sharp crack of skin against skin filling the otherwise silent apartment. The biting ache blossoms across your nerves, quickly followed by a rush of heat and traitorous surge of arousal, “Maybe this is what you need, honey. You need to be manhandled, huh? I gotta slap that bratty attitude of yours outta your ass?” Bucky coos mockingly, dragging his blunt nails down the rapidly reddening skin.

You breathe shallowly, fuck it feels like you’re barely breathing as is. This is a side of Bucky you’d never dreamt of seeing, not even in your wildest dreams. He was always so stoic, quiet. It was like you were friends with a brick wall that used to be a sleeper agent. But this? Domineering, taunting, merciless Bucky? You were fucking drenched.

You hum in agreement, wiggling your ass back, too far gone now. Any sense of decorum or boundaries flies out of your little bird brain. All you know is Bucky’s punishing hand and his rock hard dick pressing against you.

He shifts, maneuvering your wrists to hold them firmly over your head with one large hand. He brings the other down on your backside in a series of sharp, biting slaps. A red handprint blooms across your skin, a brand. The pain gives way to a dizzying liquid heat that has you squirming and whining under him.

“Fuck, listen to you… making all those pretty little noises for me,” He pants, hips grinding slowly against the curve of your butt. Bucky was throbbing in his pants, achingly hard and straining angrily in the confines of his jeans, “Keep making those noises and I’ll bust in my fucking pants, honey.”

You can feel it now, how soaked you are. The cotton gusset of your panties clings to your puffy lips like a second skin. The evidence of your arousal is impossible to miss, the dark spot growing rapidly with each slap and taunting murmur. You rub your thighs together needfully, desperate for some kind of relief. Bucky’s gaze narrows in on your needy display, grinning wolfishly, “Fuck, honey, you’re absolutely soaked through,” His lips brush against your ear as he speaks, rolling his hips teasingly into your backside, “Is this what you need, doll? To be put in your place, spanked until you’re a needy, desperate little thing?”

Holding your wrists firmly above your head, his vibranium hand slides around your hip, fingertips brushing teasingly along the sticky fabric of your underwear. The material clings to your swollen, aching folds. 

“You leaking just for me, honey?” Bucky murmurs, nipping at your ear. He brushes the edge of his nail across the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of your thighs. It’s so light that you almost don’t feel it, but you do and you sob in relief at the slightest touch. Your legs tremble, threatening to give out under you.

Bucky continues his maddeningly light caresses, “So fucking wet and ready for me…”

He circles your clit with the pad of his thumb, cool vibranium meeting feverish, swollen flesh. It swells and throbs under his ministrations. His fingers continue their unhurried exploration of your pussy, a single digit circling your entrance. You feel it push in slowly, sinking in one knuckle at a time. Your pussy flutters and clenches around the invading pressure, eager to be filled.

“This is what you needed all along, isn’t it honey? To be touched like this, to have someone take control and make this needy cunt drip?” He slides a second finger knuckle-deep into your dripping hole, pumping them in and out of your clinging heat as his other hand delivers harsh, biting strikes to your backside, “That’s it, honey, fucking take it.”

The thought of Steve’s vanilla, lackluster lovemaking paled in comparison to the passionate, almost feral way Bucky was claiming your body now. And his dick wasn’t even out yet. He could feel every inch of your silken skin trembling and quaking with need, your breathy cries and whimpering music to his ears. The tender, almost gentlemanly approach Steve usually had taken with you had left you wanting, craving something far more intense and fulfilling.

Bucky eases his fingers out and peels your panties from your sticky cunt, shucking the fabric to bunch it around your knees with your sweatpants. He reaches out once more, his calloused palm cupping the warm, plush flesh of your ass. He could feel the heat radiating off your skin, could feel the way your muscles clenched and trembled beneath his touch. His fingers sank into the giving flesh, squeezing. 

“If you don’t fuck me right now, I think I’ll die,” You whisper, needy with shame burning your cheeks. And in that moment, it may as well have been true. To drive the point home, you wriggle your ass back against his groin, a clear invitation.

Bucky groaned, the sound torn from deep in his chest. His cock throbs and jumps at your needy words, desperate to be balls deep in your tight cunt. Faintly, he realizes he should hesitate, take a moment to think this through. But the way you presented yourself so wantonly to him made every logical thought fly out the window. He couldn’t resist, not you, not like this.

His hands flew to his belt, working it open with shaking hands. He quickly shoved his boxers and jeans down his thighs, freeing his aching cock. It sprang up, long, thick, and flushed a deep, angry red. The swollen head was leaking pre-cum, a bead of moisture rolling down the shaft. He wrapped a hand around it, stroking himself a few times, before shifting closer to you. Bucky sweeps the tip of his cock through your folds, from hole to clit, coating himself in your sticky slickness. 

You gape at his dick, eyes wide as you peer over your shoulder. He’s fucking huge, because of course he is. Thick and girthy, this is going to hurt, you realize. And though that should deter you, or at the very least make you anxious, it only makes you wetter.

“Fuck,” You whisper, struggling to form a coherent thought, “You’re fucking huge. That’s… that can’t fit. It’s physically impossible.”

The bastard smirks, rubbing the small of your back, “Oh, it’ll fit, honey. I’ll make sure of that.”

You already feel your inner muscles tensing up, trying to force out something that isn’t even breaching you yet. A high-pitched keening noise rips from your throat as the bulbous tip sinks into your wet heat.

Bucky shudders as he feels your tight little cunt clenching and fluttering around just the swollen head of his cock. Fuck, you were so goddamn small, so fucking tight. He could feel every inch of your silky walls squeezing him, trying to push his thick tip out of your needy hole. It took every ounce of control not to just slam forward and bury himself to the hilt in your scorching heat.

He grit his teeth, his breath coming out in a low growl as he forced himself to hold still, to wait for your okay before he fucked into you. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises, holding you in place as he fought for some semblance of restraint. Where was all that goddamn self-discipline that HYDRA beat into him? His dick was barely inside you and he was already a slave to your nubile body. 

He rocked his hips slightly, just barely, letting you feel the thick, spongy head of his cock kiss your entrance with each shallow thrust. “Tell me to move, honey.” Bucky pants, sounding utterly wrecked, “Let me move.”

All you can offer is a small, pathetic whine in response. 

That’s all the confirmation Bucky needs. He starts to move then, his hips rocking in shallow little thrusts as he eases inch after inch of his monstrous dick inside you. His grip tightens on your hips, digging into the plush flesh of your ass as he keeps you in place for each teasing thrust of his cock.

“God, honey, I’m gonna fuck this needy hole just like you want,” He growls, sweat beading on his forehead from the effort of holding back, “Gonna rub this thick fucking tip all over this slutty pussy until you’re dripping and begging for my cock. Fuck… you’re so goddamn tight. Squeezing my cock so fucking hard.”

“W-we shouldn’t be doing this,” You gasp, screwing your eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations. You’re already feeling overstimulated, too warm and too full. Part of you screams to crawl away from the excruciating sensation of being impaled on such a thick cock. You try your best to breathe through it, willing your body to relax. Your cunt weeps, rivulets of slick dripping down and around Bucky’s dick. You feel the little droplets running down your thighs, mixing with your sweat.

Bucky hisses through clenched teeth as he feels your arousal dripping obscenely down his length, your thighs trembling. He loops an arm around your hips, holding you up as he watches the way his dick is swallowed up by your tight hole. He could see you struggling, hear the conflict in your whimper, the way you whispered this was wrong even as your body screamed for his touch. He knew he should listen to the voice in both your heads telling him to stop, to pull away before they crossed a line from which there could be no return… but fuck, he was so goddamn close to the edge already.

His hips rocked faster, fucking his cock in and out of your clutching heat with rough, rapid thrusts. A wet, obscene symphony of squelching and skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with his labored breathing and low, strained grunts of pleasure.

“We… fuck.. We shouldn’t…” He repeated your words dumbly, but even as he said it, his cock kept moving. You could feel the tip kissing your cervix with each throbbing, leaking thrust. “But fuck, honey, you feel too good… too goddamn good. We can’t stop now,” Bucky leans forward, pressing his chest against your back, his lips brushing down the side of your neck, “Fuck, gonna make this pretty cunt mine. Fill it up real good, honey.”

“Oh, god,” You gasp, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you at his words. Your toes curl, fingernails scraping across the floor, “I want that, please. Wreck me.”

The desperate, pleading tone of your voice shatters the remnants of Bucky’s already frayed control. His eyes roll back at your words, groaning. He feels your velvet walls clench and ripple around his throbbing dick, grasping him like a hot fist. Without warning, his hand slides from your hip to your dripping sex, rough fingers finding your swollen, aching clit.

He teases the sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing tight circles around it with the pad of his thumb as he fucks into you hard and fast. His hips rock faster in tandem with the finger on your clit, each thrust pushing a gush of your juices around his cock and down your thighs. 

You feel like you’re on fire, every nerve alight and singing Bucky’s name. You bite down on your fist, attempting to hold back the shrieks of pleasure bubbling up in your chest, “Right there, god, please!” You squeal, trembling with the burning need to cum, “God, don’t stop. Please don’t fucking stop, right there.”

Your whiny, wanton moans bring Bucky’s climax hurtling at him like a freight train. He ducks his head down, sinking his teeth into the meat of your shoulder and shudders. The feeling of your slick little cunt gripping his dick was maddening, and the needy, desperate sounds spilling from your lips were pushing him closer to the edge, “Fuck, honey. Just like that, keep screaming for me. Gonna blow my load in this hot little cunt.”

You whine in response, Bucky’s rough treatment of your clit sending you careening over the edge. Your cunt clamps down violently, slick release gushing out of your hole. Lips parting in a silent scream, you shudder, shattering beneath him. Bucky lets out a guttural moan, his voice raw with pleasure as you cum hard on his cock. A puddle of sticky wetness forms between your legs on the floor, dripping down the fat of your thighs. Bucky can feel his own orgasm building fast and hard, his shaft throbbing and pulsing as he caresses your clit through your aftershocks.

“Yes, fuck! That’s it, honey. Soak me, pretty girl, gonna- fuck!” He grunts, his hips slamming forward and burying his thick cock to the hilt in your spasming pussy with one hard thrust. He groans long and low as your sex milks him for all he’s worth, his hot seed flooding your insides.

Bucky shudders, hips jerking as he empties his heavy balls inside you, thick ropes of pearlescent cum coating your fluttering walls. He presses his hips tight to your ass, grinding against you. That’s enough for your legs to quit on you. His eyes widen as your legs tremble and then give out, your body going boneless and pliant in his arms. He tightens his grip on your hips, hauling you back up onto your knees. Bucky’s heart races, a wild bird in his ribcage, as he struggles to catch his breath in the aftermath of his intense orgasm.