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“Fucking monsoon outside,” you shake yourself. 

“Thanks for getting the food,” Bucky says, reaching for the bag. 

“Yeah, no problem,” you lean back in the only chair and set your meal on your lap. Starving from the mission, you devour your food fairly quickly. 

Bucky watches your mouth as you suck a drop of sauce off your thumb and his mind runs amok. He was never gonna survive sleeping in this tiny bed with you. He shifts uncomfortably trying to hide his arousal. Covertly, he watches as you throw your trash away and rifle through your duffel bag. His eyes are lingering on your ass when your voice breaks him out of his reverie. 

“Fuck! I forgot,” you pull out your ruined t-shirt. You had used strips of it to prepare a couple of molotov cocktails on the fly but it left you without anything to sleep in except the wet shirt you wore now. 

“I have an extra,” Bucky grabs his pack and hands you the shirt. 

“Thanks,” you smile at him. “I really didn’t want to sleep in this wet shirt.”

“Yeah, that’d be uncomfortable,” Bucky says lamely. 

“I’m gonna get a shower,” you say and move to the bathroom quickly. 

Fuck, Bucky thinks as his sits back down on the bed. He’s not gonna survive the night. You, freshly showered, laying next to him in his shirt would make anyone feral. His cock was hard just thinking about it. He listened as you turned the water on and his thoughts went wild thinking of you naked on the other side of the wall. He could picture you naked, standing under the spray of the shower. His mind wandered to joining you. He wanted to feel your wet skin under his hands, to pick you up, press you into the wall, and bury himself deep inside.

He roused himself from his fantasy, feeling like he was doing something wrong, using you unfairly. But his cock had other ideas. It was hard and straining to be released from his sweatpants. Bucky went through his options but he knew he’d never sleep if he didn’t get some kind of relief. He puts his hand down his waistband and wraps it around his cock.  He tips his head back from the small measure of relief it gives him. Listening to the water flow through the wall, his mind returns to the fantasy of you wet and wrapped around him. 

Bucky knows he doesn’t have a lot of time but he wants to savor the thought of you. To him, you're perfect. He strokes himself, imagining your wet heat squeezing him. His hips buck up into his hand thinking about having you. He squeezes his eyes shut and pictures you above him, riding his cock. Fuck, you’d be so beautiful. Flush and warm and so damn hot as you took his cock so good. He curled his fingers more tightly around himself. His balls tightened as he brought himself closer to release. He could see your face, looking down on his as he grabbed your hips to slam into you harder. He wondered what sweet sounds you’d make and if you’d cry his name as you came. It was that thought that sent him over the edge. He came and rope after rope of cum hit his stomach. 

He laid there for a moment, breathing hard, but then he heard the water shut off. Quickly, he grabs some leftover napkins to clean himself off and waits for you to emerge. You do so almost shyly wearing his shirt and a pair of sleep shorts that were almost completely covered by it. 

“It’s all yours,” you gesture to the bathroom. 

“Uh, thanks,” Bucky uses the bathroom and brushes his teeth. When he comes out, you’re curled up on the side of the bed closest to the door. Bucky’s protective instincts kick in and he stands awkwardly at the end. 

“We still have a long drive tomorrow. Should probably get some sleep,” you give a small smile. 

“Yeah, doll, that’s true. Um, I should probably sleep on this side of the bed though.”

You look at him with a confused expression but decide not to push, “Um, sure, okay.”

“Just, you know, in case,” Bucky glances at the door. 

“Oh,” you smile as realization dawns on you. “Of course.” You hold in your giggle and move to the far side of the bed. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I could sleep on the floor,” Bucky fidgets. 

“But, then if there is an intruder, they’d probably trip over you and land right on top of me. We can’t have that.” It’s taking all of your wherewithal to keep a straight face. 

“Right,” Bucky eyes you. 

You break and a grin spreads across your face. 

“You’re sassing me? This is you sassing me?” Bucky growls. 

Rolling your lips in to keep from bursting out laughing, you nod and go, “Mm-hm.”

“I see how it is,” Bucky tries to be stern but you look so adorable trying not to laugh that he can’t help but chuckle. 

You let out a light laugh and then pull the covers down for him, “Night, Bucky.”

“Night, doll,” he slides in and settles down. 

You turn over and bite your lip. You had gotten a genuine laugh out of the Winter Soldier. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You had such a stupid crush on this man. You’d never been so attracted to another human being, God, sleeping next to him tonight was going to be torture. 

Part Two

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You make your way through the crowded club as lights flash and loud music accompanies the many people bumping and grinding on the dance floor. You get to the bar and give a small wave to the two bartenders, Natasha and Clint. 

“He’s in the office,” Natasha says over the music while holding out a glass of scotch and a bottle of water to you.

“Thanks,” you say as you take the drinks. You make your way to the back hallway, currently guarded by Bruce, who smiles kindly and opens the door for you. You nod to him sweetly and hurry down to Bucky’s office door. Balancing the glass of Scotch carefully, you push the door open but stop short when you see Steve and Sam holding a man up by his arms as Bucky lands a solid punch to his gut. Obviously not the first one, the guy groans and remains slumped. Three heads snap up to see at your wide-eyed stare. 

“I-I’m sorry!” You exclaim quickly and begin to back out the door. Their captive’s head snaps up at the sound of your voice and you see his jaw drop at the sight of you. 

“It’s okay, Doll. Come in. We should have been done by now. I got a little carried away,” Bucky turns his attention back to the men but seeing the man’s eyes on you enrages him all over again. He punches him in the nose, easily breaking it and causing blood to gush , “Get this trash out of my office. If I ever see you around here again, if you ever even look at her again, Walker, you’ll be a dead man. You understand?” 

“Yes,” the man wheezes as Steve and Sam drag him out. You stare as they walk the man through the door, both making brief eye contact with apologetic looks. 

“We’ll take the trash out and get back to our post, boss,” Steve assures as he closes the door behind him. 

Bucky unbuttons his suit and takes a seat behind his large desk. He takes out a handkerchief and dabs at a small spot on his knuckle. Otherwise, he is immaculately clean despite the mess from the beating he had given. You make your way to the desk slowly and set down the drinks. He watches your every move with a hungry look. Licking your lips, you walk around to stand in front of him. 

“You’re early,” he says, eyeing you. 

You pick his arm up and look at the watch on his wrist, “I’m right on time.” You drop his arm and slap him hard enough to turn his head. As you stand there, he keeps his face turned away but you see the tick in his jaw. “How dare you make me see him. You should have been finished and ready for me.” 

His control is beautiful as you watch him carefully. He waits, not moving, for your permission. You had trained him well. 

“Speak,” you say quietly. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, moving only his lips. 

“Look at me,” you command. He complies immediately giving you a feeling of elation. “What are you sorry for?”

“I’m sorry he was still here when you got here. That I didn’t manage my time better,” Bucky says, jaw still clenched. You know he’s frustrated and turned on by the slap you had delivered. Judging by the red mark on his cheek, it was still stinging. 

You grab his face with one hand. Gripping the back of his chair with the other, you lean over him. “You aren’t sorry you beat him so badly?”

“No,” he growls. 

“No, what?” You squeeze his cheeks harder with annoyance. 

“No, ma’am.”

“You aren’t sorry that he’ll be in pain for days, weeks even?”

“No, ma’am.”

“Good boy,” you smile down at him as you release your grip and slide to sit on the desk. You grab the glass of scotch and hold it out to him, “You look like you could use a drink.”

You waited until his hand was just within reach of the glass to pull back, “Have you hydrated today?” His clenched jaw gives you the answer. You tsk as you hand him the bottle of water. He opens it and obediently takes a sip. “All of it,” you instruct, tipping the bottle to his lips. He drinks while maintaining eye contact with you. When the last drop slides into his mouth you smile, “Good boy.”

“Does that mean I’ve earned my Scotch?” he asks carefully. 

“Mmm,” you consider the request as you roll the glass across your chest. “I think an apology is still in order. I said I never wanted to see him again and then there he is right in my face.”

“I apologize again, ma’am,” Bucky says, watching the glass move, wishing he could pour the contents down your chest and trace its path with his tongue. 

You lean forward with a small smile, reading his thoughts as clearly as he spoke them aloud, bringing your face close. Bucky’s mouth opens slightly awaiting your kiss of forgiveness but instead of giving him that relief, you bring the glass to your lips and take a sip of the amber liquid. With a smirk, you clarify, “Apology was the wrong word. I meant penance. So, precious, can you think of some way to make me forget seeing him again?”

As you speak, you propped your legs on each side of his chair, allowing the dress you wore to ride up your thighs. Bucky’s eyes blaze a trail up to the visible wet spot on your innocent pink panties. He loved this juxtaposition about you. To anyone else, you were a shy, innocent-looking woman, but with him, behind closed doors, you were a dominating seductress. It wasn’t anything he thought he’d ever want but since you’d show him that side of you, and himself, he’s been utterly lost to you. He would take down empires at your command, tear the world to shreds, while you stood at his side looking like the good woman who fell in love with a bad man. His dick twitched at the thought. His eyes snap up to yours, “May I touch you, ma’am?”

His gravelly voice shoots a thrill through you. He was so goddamn perfect staring up at you like that, full of want and admirable restraint. You nod, widening your legs. His hands are immediately under your skirt, reaching for your panties, and you oblige him by lifting up for him to pull them off you. Moving his chair closer, he wraps his arms around your legs. 

“Can I put my mouth on you, please?” His voice comes out in a desperate whisper as he leans a cheek against your thigh. 

“Are you getting hard already?” You croon. 

“Yes, ma’am,” he groans.

“Oh, precious, if you’re already getting hard from this little bit of teasing, I can just imagine how you’re going to be by the end of the night.” You decide to tease him and put your hand over your mound, “I don’t know if my poor little pussy can handle it. You look like you might not be able to control yourself. Maybe I should just take care of myself.” You dip your fingers into your wetness and slide them over your clit. 

“Please,” Bucky whispers as his eyes follow the movements of your fingers. 

“Please, oh! Please, what?” you whine breathlessly, moving more quickly. 

“Please let me put my mouth on you. Please, ma’am. I’ll be good. I’ll make you feel so good,” he begs.

“Say please again,” you demand. 

“Please! Please, I need it! I need you, please!” Bucky’s words make you gush. 

“You’ll be gentle with me, won’t you, baby?” you tease him. He knows you can take it any way he could dish it out. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Show me,” you lean back on your elbows, giving him full access. 

He’s immediately kissing his way up your thighs with whispered words of affirmation, “Yes, ma’am. I’ll be gentle. Fuck, I want you so much. Please, ma’am, I need to get my mouth on you, please.”

“Okay, baby. If you make me come with that tongue of yours, maybe I’ll accept your apology,” you encourage him. 

He wastes no time burying his face between your legs. He runs his tongue up and down your slit, laps at your clit, and moans as he tastes you. You grab a handful of his hair and tug at it to encourage him. Fuck, you live for this. For his compliance and skill at pleasuring you. The way he moved his tongue over your clit had your legs quivering. He used his fingers to play at your entrance and then slid them down to tease your ass before returning. When he slid one in and crooked it into your G spot, you bucked against his face while holding him tighter against you. 

“Using that tongue so fucking good. Fuck,” you can feel your orgasm building. He was good with his mouth, both talking and fucking with it. You lean your head back as you rock your hips. You grip his hair harder, pulling it from the tie that held it back. Silky soft strands tickled your thighs and his tongue worked double time until your body spasmed. You came hard, gripping his head with your thighs and rubbing your pussy against his face. 

“Fucking hell,” you whisper as you begin to come down. You release the vice-like grip you have on Bucky’s hair but his tongue is still making slow circles. “I forgive-”

The door slams open as Tony walks in, “Hey boss. I’ve got- oh.” 

You jump off the desk and turn away, pulling your skirt down before wrapping your arms around yourself. Bucky surges out of his chair with a growl. 

“Sorry, boss, didn’t realize you were in the middle of dinner,” Tony smirks as he wiggles his eyebrows. In a blink, Bucky has him by the neck and slams him against the wall. 

“Don’t look at her,” Bucky growls. “The fuck are you thinking?”

“You said you wanted to know as soon as I got the info. Your boys weren’t outside standing guard so I assumed it was just you three in here. My bad,” Tony wheezes. 

“I should rip your eyes and tongue out,” Bucky growls. 

“That would make me much less useful, boss,” Tony replies. 

“That’s the only reason I haven’t yet. Apologize.”

“Sorry, boss,” Tony mumbles. 

“Not to me,” Bucky whispers. 

“My sincerest apology, miss,” Tony says loudly in your direction but without looking at you, remembering Bucky’s earlier warning. Bucky looks over his shoulder at you and sees as you nod your head but then lift your hand as if wiping away a tear. He knows how shy you are around others. Like he said, you were a paradox. Shy, timid, demure even, when out in public. It was only behind closed doors that you became the self-assured domme who fascinated him. 

“Is it what we thought?” Bucky asks suddenly. 

“Yeah,” Tony nods. 

“Share the information with Bruce and the two of you need to take care of it. If it isn’t done by tomorrow night… you can still work with one eye, right?” Bucky says threateningly. 

“Consider it done.”

“I don’t,” Bucky lets him go but then punches him in the jaw. “Get out and get it done.”

“On it, boss,” Tony assures, holding his jaw. 

Bucky practically throws Tony out the door, meeting the shocked stares of Sam and Steve who were just returning. 

“Bring my car around,” Bucky says as he slams the door. Hurrying back over to you, he wraps his arms around you and cradles your face in his neck. “You okay, doll?”

You nod against his shoulder but are too overwhelmed to speak. Part of you is embarrassed to have been seen in such a compromising position, the other part of you is turned on by Bucky’s protective reaction. You cling to him, breathing his scent deeply to ground yourself. 

“Can I take you to my place? I’ll make this all up to you,” Bucky pulls back to look at you. He watches you closely and sees the moment your dominant side takes hold again. 

Your eyes light and you smirk at him, “Yes, but I’m going to need a bottle of scotch and some handcuffs when we get there.”

Part 2

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