"Bitches, Bros and Non Binary Hoes"

It’s in the middle of the night that you hear a knock on your door. You’ve just finished getting out the shower and wrapped yourself in a towel. Normally, you’d open your front door with clothes but for this person, it didn’t matter.

Opening the front door, you’re met with that million dollar smile.

“You ready for me, Honey?” Bucky says leaning in to kiss you.

You want to but you shift your eyes to the side, looking at the women who clearly scoff at this scene. You’ve been through it a thousand times, the stares you get when Bucky ventures to your part of the neighborhood. Bucky senses your frustration but he kisses your forehead anyway, hoping to bring back that smile. He succeeds, a hint of a smile appearing on your face.

“Come on.” Bucky says, pushing your hips backwards, until you’re both inside your apartment.

Bucky closes the door behind you. You step on the stairs but are quickly pulled back, your back pressing against Bucky’s broad chest. The cold medals of his uniform tingle against your skin.

“It’s just us, Baby.” Bucky says, nuzzling his nose into the crook on your neck.

“I can’t wait to leave this place.” You sigh, leaning back against him and swaying in his arms.

“Don’t do that, Sugar.” Bucky kisses your shoulder, his pink lips running over your brown skin. “Let’s not ruin tonight, it’s our last one and I intend for those nieghbors to know my fucking name.”

“Whatever,” You say, elbowing Bucky and moving out of his hands.

“What?” Bucky says shrugging, “Come here, Baby.”

You back away from Bucky as he walks towards you. As much as you want to be in his arms, you’re still wet from the shower and would like to get dressed before.

“Bucky, wait-”

“Nope, I sai-”

You sprint up the stairs only to hear Bucky’s boot beating against the wooden stairs. You’ve almost made it but Bucky has you locked in his arms. Bucky takes you into the room and pins you against the wall, his knee wedged between your legs.

“You really are testing me, Honey.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You say, tapping his cheek.

“Mhmm.” Bucky says, biting his bottom lip.

Bucky eyes, trail down your body, starting at your breast that are just slightly showing. Bucky leans in, placing a kiss on the tops of each.

“Bucky…”

“I can't wait to fucking leave this place.” Bucky says, his hands trailing up your towel while his lips moved up, leaving warm kisses on your neck. “Take you to every place in Europe when this shit is over.”

“It’s gonna be a while, James.” You mumble, your breath staggered as he nibbles on your ear.

“Don’t do that.” Bucky hisses, his hands digging into your thighs. “Don’t speak like we’re running out of time.”

It was hard to not think of the time that you and Bucky had. You know you’d wake up in the morning and Bucky would be gone, across the world fighting for freedom. Neither of you knew how long this war would last but it was keeping you both apart. It was tough because your relationship in America was illegal and it seemed that only war could offer you guys the freedom, the freedom to pack up and move to Europe where you both could be open about your love.

“Sorry.” You whimper, Bucky spread your legs and his hips colliding with yours, his erection.

“Don’t apologize.” Bucky says, his lips laying kisses on your cheek until he moves to your jaw and then stops right over your lips. “I just want to make love to you, the way you deserve.”

Bucky cups your cheek, his thumb lighting grazing your skin back and forth. This love and compassion he shows you is hidden and safe within these four walls.

Bucky says nothing as he lifts you up, your legs instantly locking around his hips. You take note of the way Bucky moves around your room in the darkness, knowing exactly where your bed is, how far the nightside table is so he doesn’t bump into it.

Bucky lays you gently on the bed, you back against the soft sheets. Your legs fall to the side and Bucky is between the, looking down at you. The moonlight breaks through the window, illuminating your mahogany skin, showing the little droplets of water that still rest on your legs and breast. Bucky reaches for the white towel, removing it slowly, unwrapping you like his own personal gift. Bucky looks at you with longing and lust, his blue eyes illuminating as he bites his lip, wanting to devour every part of you.

Bucky bends down, kissing right above your sex. You wish he’d go lower but he actually moves up, kissing your stomach and looking at you in your eyes. Bucky then trails up your body, kissing your abdomen, to the valley between your breast, around your neck and up to your ear.

“You’re so beautiful, Babygirl.” Bucky whispers in your ear. “I’m going to remember every inch of you.”

You nod and close your eyes, not wanting to let the tears fall from your eyes and ruin this moment. Yet they fall anyway but Bucky’s pink lips are there to kiss your tears away. He catches every one until he kisses your lips, your tongues sharing the saltery tears between the two.

Bucky breaks the kiss and lefts up. He takes off his shirt, letting it fall to the side of the bed. It’s not long before Bucky is leaning over you, resting on his elbows.

There is no need for talking, you both know exactly how this will end. Bucky kisses you once more, one of his hands slides down the length of your body to grab your leg, wrapping it around him. Your hands are busy as well, trailing down his body, putting every muscle and cut into memory. Your hands reach the button of his pants and they’re quickly undone.

You slip your hand into his pants, touching Bucky’s length and he moans, breaking your intense kiss. His eyes never leave yours as your hand travels down further, stroking his cock. You want to have sex with Bucky of course, but you also want him to remember this. Remember how you stared him down as you touched his cock, watching him crumble on top of you.

You finally reach the tip, your thump running over his slit and catching the pre-cum. Bucky's hip thrust but his eyes are still open, watching you.

“Baby…”Bucky moans, his breaths becoming shallow and strained.

You want Bucky to come, to release and give you every piece of him. You pick up the pace, your hand gently squeezing his member, twisting your wrist. You feel Bucky harden in your hand, which only makes you move your hand faster. Bucky's arms shake, his head falling down to your neck, his warm breath dancing on your skin.

“It’s okay, Bucky.” You whisper in his ear, your hand becoming slick with his cum. “You can let go.”

Bucky moves his hips, thrusting into your hand, finding a manageable rhythm for him to get off without slipping out of your hand. He curses in your ear, his hands grabbing your wrist and tightening. It’s not long before Bucky releases in your hand, his moans falling into your neck as his mouth connects. Bucky collapses, his weight pressing against your and warming not only your body but your heart. You’re going to miss this, every single park of Bucky. Form his brown hair that might have too much gel to the curling of his toes as he releases inside you.

Bucky’s grip losses on your wrist and you take the time to wrap your arms around his neck.Your hands play in his hard and Bucky kisses a line from your collar bone to your ear.

“I’m gonna fucking marry you.” Bucky mumbles in your ear.

“I know.” You say, a smile carving its way onto your face.

Bucky gets up, takes off his pants and underwear, his come running down his legs. It doesn’t take long for Bucky to place himself between your legs, your sexes just inches apart as Bucky leans over you. Bucky kisses your forehead for a moment, not daring to move. Your left leg is on the bed while he has hand around your right leg, lifting it up, ready to end you, but he takes his time.

Bucky then looks down, asking for permission through both of you know that you need this. Bucky is slow with his entrance, kissing your softly and his hands making sure to massage your thigh.

“Bucky…” You mian as you feel his tip penetrate you.

“That’s it, Sugar.” Bucky groans, slowly sliding in further.

You lift your hips, wanting Bucky to fall deeper into you, find that spot and shatter every piece of you.

Your arms moved to wrap around Bucky’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. You moan, Bucky now fully encased in your wet pussy. It feels so right to be with Bcuky like this, connected with no barriers, oceans or laws to separate you.

Bucky doesn't move yet, his kisses are gently against your lips, something sacred between the two of you. His hands move, one falling to your cheek, keeping your head raised and kissing him while the other laces with your hand above your head and pressed into the mattress.

It is now that Bucky moves slowly, his hips grinding against yours. You moan into the kiss and Bucky devours every single one. You move your hips in sync with his, his cock growing within your warmth.

“Bucky…” You moan breathlessly.

“It’s just us, Baby.” Bucky reminds you. “Be as loud as you want.”

You don’t hold yourself back, not with Bucky and not this time. Bucky’s hand slides from your face to your leg, lifting it up and thrusting deeper inside you. You arch your back, closing your eyes and mouth falling open. Sweat trickles down your body and your mind goes blank. All you can think about it how good Bucky feels inside of you, how you want think to release inside of you, mark you as his and never fucking let you go!

“Bucky!” You shout.

“Fuck.” Bucky moans, his nails digging into your hands and Bucky arching his hips, pounding into you.

The bed creaks as you try to catch your breath but Bucky steals it away with a kiss. Your mouths are slowly against one another, sharing so much and saying nothing. Your stomach abdomen tightens and your toes curl, you know it’s coming, the release that only Bucky can give you.

“Come for me, babygirl.”

And you do, relasign everything you have to give to Bucky. Bucky releases inside of you, his come filling your insidious, sticking to them and burying himself in places no one would dare look. Bucky rolls over and rests next to you, pulling you into his chest.

“It won’t always be like this.” bucky says, drawing circles right above your hip. “As soon as I come back, we’ll leave.”

“I know, Bucky.” You kiss his cheek. “It’s hard to say goodbye though.”

“Then don’t.” Bucky holds you closer. “Don’t say goodbye just wait for me to return and we’ll continue, it will be like I never left.”

“Mhmm.” You mumble fighting sleep.

You know once you fall asleep, bucky will be gone. It was something you got used to with every deployment. Though you had faith in Bucky, that he would return, there was still fear in your heart. But you could not let that fear overrun you, Bucky there would be no place for Bucky if you did that. So, you buried your fears where only you could find them and only visited them when necessary.

“Go to sleep.” Bucky says.

You want to reply to him, to tell him that you don’t want to wake and the bed be cold. But you know that it won’t comfort either of you so, you say nothing and close your eyes

Six months have passed and Bucky hasn’t sent you any letters. You're worried because your last letter was important.  You were scared that Bucky had gotten the letter and didn’t send one back, an end to your relationship. Though you had faith in bucky, you guys never talked about this issue popping up.

Children.

There wasn’t an exact what to prevent you from getting pregnant. To be honest, you were shocked that it didn’t happen sooner with how many times Bucky and you were reckless. But it seemed that all the recklessness paid off say you touched your stomach.

The neighbors knew exactly whose child it was and they weren’t too happy. You’d walk around town and they'd curse your name and it never bothered you until now. Maybe it was your hormones and not hearing from Bucky that made you so emotional. But couldn’t think about that now, not when someone else was depending on you to be strong.  You just needed to know that Bucky also cared for you and didn’t abandon you. You hear a knock on the front door and wobble towards it. Your heart races, hoping that it’s Bucky.

However you open the door and it’s Steve instead. He’s bigger this time and a lot taller. You’d seen him once before and he never looked this big or good for that matter. But you ignore your hormones once again and smile at Steve though he doesn’t smile back.

You look at yourself in the long mirror of your walk-in closet. The dusty rose shirt that has a deep V-neck complements your honey skin perfectly. Your boobs look great and real compared to Rebecca’s fake ones. The Black leather skirt on you inches your waist and stops short above your thighs.

You smile as you see Chris in the reflection He wraps his arms from behind you and lays his chin on your shoulder.

“Damn,” Chris said. “I am the luckiest man alive.”

You smile at his words and look at you both in the mirror. He was a guy and didn’t exactly dress up but when he did, God himself could not look away from the creature he sculpted. Chris has a green t-shirt on and a black blazer over it. His blue jeans hug him in all the right places. You thank God every day that he is yours and that You are his. Life was good. Chris was perfect. You weren’t perfect but shit that didn’t matter. As long as Chris thought you were perfect you didn’t care.

“And don’t you forget it,” You say softly.

“Never,” Chris says as he kisses your shoulder blade.

He continues to kiss your shoulder and then moves up to your neck. You look in the mirror and meet his eyes. Chris loves to watch you react to him. His blue eyes darken, and You know that you’re going to be late to the party. You don’t mind, you didn’t want to go anyway. Chris continues to kiss your neck, not taking his eyes off of you in the mirror. You watch as his hands slips to your long legs and then pulls up your skirt.

You cannot see your sex in the mirror, but that doesn’t mean that Chris doesn’t find it. His hands run over the lace underwear and You hear him groan.

“I’m tired of you and this damn underwear,” Chris says. “I like you bare, makes it easier for me,”

“I didn’t think we’d do this so soon,” You say. “I at least thought you would have saved it for the limo,”

“Oh,” Chris said with a wicked smirk. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you in the limo too,”

Your cheeks flush at his words. At this rate, you were never going to make it to the party. As long as you were being touched by Chris, you didn’t care if you ever left the house. Chris’s hands don’t slip in your underwear. His hands skim over the fabric that covers your sex and you moan.

Your eyes do not leave Chris as you get down on your knees. Your hands move to Chris buckle and before you can move he grabs your hands to stop you. You never pictured yourself doing this, but you’ve done it for Chris multiple times. At first, you were uncomfortable but then as time went on You enjoyed it. After all, you were pleasing Chris and that’s all you ever wanted. Both of you needed to enjoy sex and this came with it. Chris brings your hands to his lips and kisses them.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Chris reminds.

“I want to,” You say.

Chris smiles at your words and then places your hands on his hips. You move your hands to his buckle and undo them. You slide his pants down and look at his hips. His member is not well hidden in his black Calvin Klein boxers. You’ve had many boyfriends, but Chris was different. You didn’t have sex with them, you waited till marriage, till Chris. But every time Chris made love to you, you knew that his size and length was not normal. You thought that penises the length of your forearm and the width of your write was only in Wattpad books. But with Chris, you soon found out that it wasn’t a myth.

Your hands pull down Chris’s boxers and you are met with his penis, erect and ready for you. You look up at Chris and he still has that worried look. You want to show him that you can do it and that you want to, for him. This is the time you’d get on your knees and not pray. You move one hand to his penis and hold it softly in your tiny hands. Chris hisses at the contact, your soft hands feel the blood pulsing in his length.

You do not take your eyes off of Chris, he likes watching you. You want him to watch you. You run your hand up and down his length, pumping him slowly. You thought you could use one hand, but Chris is big that you always end up using both of your hands. As you pump with both of your hands, Chris hisses and meets your eyes. You love that he is becoming weak just by your touch. You then smile at him and kiss the tip of his penis.

“Fuck…” Chris hisses and slowly his eyes.

You want him to open his eyes and watch you. You kiss the sides of his length while the other hands go to his balls and massage them. Chris opens his eyes again and looks at your work. You smirk as you sit on your knees. You then open your mouth and suck on the tip. You flick your tongue over the opening and Chris groans. You swirl your tongue around while playing with his balls as well. You want to go further and give him the pleasure he gives you. You move your hand farther down his length and your mouth follows the same motion, taking more of him.

“Baby…” Chris moans.

You ignore him and move down until his length fills your mouth. You then move your head up and down in a constant motion. Sucking, twisting and turning, you give Chris pleasure like he’s never known. Chris’s hands move a few stray hairs from your face and holds it. You look up at him as you continue to suck him. His mouth is open and phantom curses fall from his mouth. His eyes close and he is fighting to keep his balance. You feel his penis harden and you know this feeling all too well. Chris would never release in your mouth, he loved you too much to disrespect you like that. But maybe he wants that tonight, so you continue. Chris then pulls his hips away from your mouth and you look at him, upset.

“No, Babygirl” Chris says. “I want to come inside you,”

Chris then gets on his knees and lays down, his head at the base of the mirror. You then smile and straddle your husband. You hold his length up, ready to ride him and then you groan.

“What?” Chris asks with pain in his voice, he needs to release.

You quickly move off of your husband and remove your underwear. You then position yourself over him again and roll your eyes. Chris is smiling and waiting for his smart comment.

“I told you,” Chris said. “No underwear makes this so much easier,”

“I’ll listen for now on,” You say as you rub your sex over his and let out a soft whimper.

“Look at yourself,” Chris command. “I want you to see how fucking sexy you look,”

You look at yourself in the mirror and blush. Your hair is messed up but that isn’t what he wants you to see. Chris wants you to watch yourself fuck him. You position yourself above his length using the mirror. You then slide yourself on his tip and you both let out a moan. You close your eyes at the sensation and Chris slaps your ass hand.

“Don’t close your eyes,” Chris says.

You open them again and smile at him. You then lower yourself onto Chris bit by bit. With each movement, you see Chris slowly sink into you. Your heat widens as his length fills you. Once he is fully encased in you, you moan. You then place your hands on his check and slowly begin to move your hips. You don’t know if it’s the mirror or your husband, but this sex feels better and different. You move your hips up and down meeting Chris thrust. His hands fall on your hips and digs his nails into them. You let out a hiss but keep your eyes open. Your breasts bounce up and down in the shirt and you’re kind of upset that you aren’t fully naked. Chris always have good ideas about sex, and this was now one of your favorites.

“Having fun?” Chris groans still meeting your thrust.

You don’t speak, just nod and you continue to bounce on him. Sweat drips down your head and the sound of skin against skin fills the air. A thrust caused you to shutter and Chris can tell he’s found your spot. Chris then pulls your hips closer to his and lights himself up. He then wraps his arms around your waist, his back facing the mirror, but you can still see yourself. Your legs are wrapped around Chris’s torso as are your hands around his neck. You can see the desire in your eyes, your messy hair and lustful glow that encases you both.

“Chris?” You question.

“Keep going, baby,” Chris says. “You’ve never seen yourself, come. It’s an amazing sight, and I want you to see it,”

You nod and kiss your husbands’ lips. You hold onto each other and continue to make love. His wanton thrust meets your accepting ones. You moan and grip him tighter, his speed picking up. Your breast hit his chest with every powerful movement. You feel yourself being, going over the edge, the only way Chris can. You lay your head on Chris’s shoulder and still have your eyes open, you want to see it. You want to see how Chris sees you.

Your back arches and you fight to not throw yourself back. Chris pulls you closer into his chest and You keep your eyes on the mirror. The veins on your neck peek through and your mouth falls open as you release onto your husband. Seconds later, he releases in you, filling you with his essence.  You can see Chris’s shoulder tense from the mirror. Once he is finished emptying himself in you, his back relaxes.

“Chris…” You whimper.