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cosmicwavelengths · 1 month ago

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Tags - big dick Carmy Berzatto (specs in the fic), talking you through it, oral sex, unprotected piv, creampie, hella size kink, dubcon aspects, gentle dom!carmy, painful sex, you’re kind of a crybaby. 2k words

You’ve never been much for fluorescent lighting. It’s terrible, isn’t it? Migraine-inducing, though what isn’t migraine-inducing here? Between all the constant fucking yelling and the unending onslaught of demands and problems, well. It’s enough to make anyone fucking nuts. You wonder daily what the hell you got yourself into, and when’s a good time to leave.

The clock on the wall shows the time, 1:57 AM. You can do five more minutes, at least. Five more minutes of this - Carmy’s tongue lapping at your folds, his strong nose rubbing against your clit - and you’ll be cumming. The fluorescent lighting of Carmy’s kitchen doesn’t much bother you when your eyes are squeezed shut as he fucks you on his tongue. The once-cold marble counter is now warm with your body heat, and there will be a mess left on it when Carmy’s done with you, cleaned away with the rest of the day’s work.

“Carmy,” you pant, looking down at him as he eats you. He’s got two fingers deep in your cunt, stroking away at that delicate place inside you. You can’t see the lower half of his face, only his gorgeous, striking blue eyes. It’s amazing how much of his iris has been eaten by pupil, all that endless, sparkling black.

Carmy’s half-naked, and one of your knees is tossed over his broad shoulders. His free hand is on your thigh, squeezing you to keep you still when you start to shake, losing yourself to your own pleasure. Carmy draws circle after circle onto your throbbing, aching clit, steadily pushing you to meet your peak. You’re making a mess of him, you know. Dripping down his reddened, swollen lips and his chin, dripping down his calloused fingers and into his palm, too. It’s a good thing. He’ll need you soaked. You’ll need yourself soaked.

He holds you tight when you cum, fucking you through it all on his skillful tongue. His messy curls are tangled around your fingers, and you’re tugging hard enough to hurt him - not that Carmy minds any, no. He’s all but numb to physical pain at this point, that tolerance built up through years of burns and sliced fingers and aching feet that stood for too many hours on end. You’re moaning incoherently until you’re not, instead moaning broken whimpers of his name, in between breathy pleas to stop, Carmy. S - too much, too much. M’done, Carmy. Fuck, fuck, please…

Carmy pulls away finally and wipes his mouth on your inner thigh, then stands up. You kiss him then, tasting yourself on your lips. Your hands are on his cheeks, flushed the most gorgeous shade of red, then travel lower. Down his thick neck, taking care to trace the pulsing veins in his throat. They stop at his shoulders and you allow yourself to squeeze his biceps before sliding down his toned torso, reaching for the button of his pants. Carmy stops you, and you give him a look.

He’s hiding something. You can see in his eyes that he is, and you wonder what’s up. “Carm?”

“It’s okay,” he says. “Just close your eyes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to, okay? Would you do that for me? Please?”

You smile, tilt your head. “Is it a surprise?”

Carmy exhales shakily, pulling his tattooed hand down his face. “Yeah, maybe. Just close ‘em, okay?” You look at Carmy skeptically, but gently close your eyes anyway, nerves on fire as you anxiously anticipate what comes next.

Carmy takes a deep breath, then unbuttons his pants and reaches into them. He knows he’ll hurt you, that’s all, and he doesn’t need you to be intimidated by his size. That’s why he doesn’t let you look, and it’s why he doesn’t let you feel. It’s like getting bloodwork done, right? You’ll feel that pinch either way, but it’ll be worse if you watch it happen. So don’t look.

He pulls himself out and reaches between your thighs, using your arousal to lubricate his length, then repeats the action. He spits into his palm for good measure, too.

Carmy spreads your legs and tilts your hips and god, you’re feeling fucking electric. You feel it everywhere, in your fingers and toes and in your fluttering stomach. It’d be a disservice to yourself not to witness his cock parting your folds, right? And fuck Carmy, anyway - how many times a day does he ignore you?

He positions himself at your entrance, then slides his cockhead through your slippery folds. Right as he notches himself inside you and you feel the initial, painful stretch of that, you open your eyes to get a look at that completely gorgeous and utterly erotic sight.

Your face drops and your lips part, at a total loss for words. You shake your head and try to squirm away, but Carmy keeps you right at your place on the countertop, holding up a hand. “Carmy–”

“No, no, no, don’t get all fuckin’ freaked out, okay? It’s gonna be fine.”

“Mm-mm, Carmy. You’re fucking - you - you’re–”

“It’s gonna be fine,” he repeats. “Hey - it’s. Fine. You can do this.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure.”

You should have expected it, honestly. It was naive to think Carmy would be anything less than above average, when the rest of him is so fucking…big. All that man, those big fucking shoulders and his thick thighs, that big personality. His hands are big too, knuckles are thick and his fingers are long.

Eyeing his cock, it looks maybe eight inches in length, give or take. Fuck, not that that’d help you any. He’s girthy, and thick like a fucking beer can. Maybe even more than that. You’re not sure you could wrap one of your hands all the way around him, and that scares you. He curves gently to the right, and his pubic hair looks like it’s not been trimmed in a while.

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” he whispers.

“You already are,” you reply. Carmy looks up and away, sighing heavily. He runs his hand through his hair and then firmly holds your hips, making you squeak when he inches himself a hair further into you. And this is exactly why he didn’t want you to look. But hey, whatever can go wrong, will go wrong, right? Does he not experience that law every day in this godforsaken restaurant?

You cry out, watching in distress as Carmy readies to fit himself deeper into you. “Hey, relax, okay? Don’t look, honey. Eyes on me. Can you do that, hm? Can you look at me?” Carmy stops you from shaking your head, then holds your cheek in his large palm. “You can look at me. Right here. We’ll do it a little bit at a time, yeah?”

“I don’t know, Carm,” you tell him. “Fuck, it’s scary.”

“Nah, it’s not scary,” Carmy murmurs, pushing into you a little more. “You got thick skin, don’t you? You’d have to, right? Working here, for me,” he jokes, though you don’t laugh. Humor never was his strong suit.

“No,” you mumble.

“Oh, I think you’re full of shit. Yes, you do.”

The argument stops there for no reason beyond that’s simply Carmy’s will. If he lets it go on, you’ll be here all fucking night crying with his cock all but an inch inside you. He’s not mean about it, he’s not forceful. He’s just…assertive. And you need that, don’t you? His gentle yet firm hand nudging you into place. Carmy gives you a kiss, then tells you that you can do this.

Your eyes drop to where his body begins to meet yours as he slides into you so excruciatingly slowly, all that length stuffing you nearly full already, and he’s not even a quarter of the way in. You moan in pain, wriggling in his grasp as he fills you.

“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look. Right here, sweetheart,” he reminds you, maintaining steady eye contact with you as he guides himself into your slick, aching cunt, ignoring the pain of your nails digging into his muscled shoulders. “Easy - woah, easy. Let up,” he tells you when you squeeze him. Not that he doesn’t love your tight fucking pussy, but you really are only making it worse for yourself. And Carmy’s not a psychopath, despite what Richie says. He doesn’t want to hurt you. God, never. You already have such a low pain tolerance to begin with. You can’t handle a cut or a burn the way others usually can, and that’s not a flaw on your part, but it is something that probably needs to be worked on. He’s just helping you, is all.

Your face breaks, the pain written in your expression. It’s your furrowed brows, your frown, your worried eyes. Carmy slides maybe four inches into you, about halfway there. “We’ll take a minute,” Carmy says, pausing. He keeps you where you are and reaches for a nearby plastic takeout container full of ice water, taking a sip for himself before offering it to you.

You’re a fucking wreck. There’s tears streaming down your cheeks, which Carmy wipes away with a gentle swipe of his thumb. “Yeah, that’s it,” he says, waiting patiently for you to finish. He takes the container back from you and sets it down.

“I know it hurts,” Carmy says, breathing deeply. “But you’re doing good, okay?” His neck and chest are flushed, too, all red and splotchy. His skin is damp with his own sweat. He feels for you, really. He wouldn’t want to be in your position either, truth be told.

“Promise?”

“Yeah. Fuck, yeah.” Carmy rubs your cheeks, offering you a sympathetic look. And you’re still fucking squeezing him, even while he’s not actively pushing into you. Poor thing, only hurting yourself. Carmy knows what your answer’s gonna be when he asks you, “How about I rip off the bandaid, huh? Let me do that?”

Your eyes widen and you shake your head. “No, no, Carmy–”

“Yes, yes. Yes, because we’re gonna get nowhere if you keep fuckin’ squeezing on me like that, huh?”

“I’m not trying to.”

“I know you’re not trying to. Just let me–” Carmy sighs and wipes sweat off of his brow, then takes your hips and thrusts into you quickly and smoothly, eliciting a sharp noise of pain from you. You feel him deep inside yourself, and it’s painful in every conceivable way. The stretch, the dull ache that comes from his cockhead hitting your cervix.

“Carmy!”

“Mm, my fuckin’ girl,” he groans, bottoming out inside of you. “Yeah, there. There, okay? Worst is over,” he tells you, knowing that’s probably not true. The song and dance happens all over again as he pulls out of you and then pushes back in, the pain dissipated then renewed. He hushes your whines as he moves his hips, looking down at his cock all coated in creamy rings of your arousal.

Pleasure comes eventually, which makes it all easier, though only marginally so. Carmy’s thick fucking cock fucking you in half is a sensation you never get used to. The ache and the fullness is ever present, never vanishing. It’s so big and so fucking commanding, so inevitable. “Oh, Carmy. Fuck me, oh my god.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” Carmy moans, steadily snapping his hips into you. “So fuckin’ - fuck, you’re tight.”

Carmy rubs your clit to bring near your orgasm while chasing his own, losing the rhythm he had going. He fucks you wildly, pulling your hips off the counter, his heavy balls slapping against you. When you cum, the fierce pulsing of your cunt coaxes his own, and Carmy empties himself into you. He makes the most beautiful noises as he does so, breathing heavily through his nose when he’s done.

You whimper when he pulls out of you, feeling satisfied by your orgasm, and relieved that it’s over. Carmy reaches for a nearby dish towel and wets it with water, then comes back to you. He nudges your thighs apart, then crouches down. “Let me see, let me look,” he says, assessing the damage. Your poor cunt is gaping, dripping his cum, and your folds are all puffy and swollen. He gently cleans you with the towel, then has you press the cloth against your center. “Hold that there for a minute, yeah? You’re okay, dude.”

Carmy cleans himself up, then goes back to cleaning the kitchen. He’s got a few things left to do before locking up for the night.

Ty for reading 🩵 comments, asks, and especially reblogs would be muchly appreciated if you enjoyed

ETA - shutting off anons for the night. You know how it is 🙁 if you have something horny to say, they’ll be back on in the AM 7/2/25

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cosmicwavelengths · 2 months ago

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just a little biting, a little torture between friends

pairing: best friend!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: your annual halloween movie marathon with your best friend bucky barnes takes a turn when you decide to play a trick on him by wearing a skimpy little outfit to see what he'll do—and he decides to torment you for torturing him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, biting/marking kink, orgasm delay/denial/control, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, fingering (f receiving), cockwarming, choking, pet names (sugar), aftercare

word count: 11.2k

a/n: ok here's another of my 2022 halloween fics!! the author's note i wrote on ao3 said something about how i hadn't written the friends to lovers trope for bucky yet so i wanted to try and i just have to laugh because that's definitely one of my favorite tropes and i now associate it more with bucky than steve. so anyway! enjoy some smutty friends to lovers!

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Looking at yourself in the mirror, you felt a little bit evil—and you couldn’t stop the wicked grin from spreading across your face at the thought. It was the night of your annual Halloween horror movie night with your best friend Bucky Barnes and you decided, to get into the theme of the holiday, you’d play a little trick on your oldest friend. You’d had a crush on Bucky for so long and you just wanted to see what he’d do if you provoked him a little.

Checking yourself out one last time, pushing up your tits in your shirt and twisting to get a look at your ass, you gave a satisfied nod and practically skipped into the living room. “Ta-da!” you singsonged, stopping just inside the doorway and making sure your best friend’s eyes were on you before you did a little twirl, giggling at the headrush. “I wanted to dress for the occasion—do you like it, Buck?” you asked, gesturing at your outfit.

You wore what could have been considered a cute and comfy pajama set, but the fact that you’d deliberately ordered it a few sizes too small and wore neither a bra nor panties underneath made the outfit practically indecent. The set consisted of satiny black shorts dotted in ruby red lips with white vampire fangs and a matching black cropped tank top with the same design in the center. Since the clothes were too small, your tits pushed against the top, nipples peaked and obvious in the cool air of Bucky’s apartment, while the shorts completely failed to cover your ass, so the bottom curves hung out the bottom.

With the way the clothes clung to your body, it was easily the most revealing outfit you’d ever worn around your best friend, even more than your bikinis since it left nothing to the imagination. You were hoping to inspire some kind of reaction—and you weren’t disappointed.

For a long moment, Bucky was too stunned to speak, making your smile brighten. Your best friend sat on the couch, lounging in some soft gray sweatpants and a worn white t-shirt—which, if you were being honest with yourself, was just as deliciously tempting as your little getup. His stubble-covered jaw hung slack and his blue eyes turned molten as you watched him devour every inch of your exposed skin with his gaze.

Finally, Bucky seemed to snap himself out of his speechless stupor. He sat up and wolf-whistled as he dragged his gaze back up your body, making goosebumps break out all over your skin. “Sugar, sugar, sugar,” he said, shaking his head as he gave you another onceover, drawing it out to make it obvious he wanted you to know he was looking. “You’re looking so damn bitable in that outfit.”

Giggling, you skipped closer to the couch. “I’m taking that as a compliment,” you told him, with your chin held high, proud of yourself for getting a reaction out of your best friend.

When you were within reach, Bucky suddenly bent forward and snatched you around the waist, dragging you to stand between his knees while he sat on the edge of the couch. You let out a breathless giggle, loving the way his hands felt on your body, their heat seeping through the thin fabric of your pajama set while he manhandled you. Feeling your best friend touch you wasn’t anything new—Bucky liked having you within arm’s reach of him so he could always have his hands on you or arms around you. But when he hauled you around, it always sent a thrill to your core. All you could think about was him using his strength against you and how hot it would be.

Shaking off your less-than-innocent thoughts, your hands settled on Bucky’s broad shoulders, the cotton of his shirt soft under your fingers, and the heat of his skin just beneath enticing you a little too much. You smiled easily down at your best friend, your heart beating faster in your chest just from being so close to him.

“Of course it’s a compliment,” he quipped, a lopsided grin on his handsome face. But the longer you stared down at him and he looked up at you, his ice blue eyes slowly heating and going molten again, a new kind of tension hummed to life between you and your best friend. It felt like a tether, tugging you closer and you felt yourself swaying into Bucky’s chest. When he finally spoke, it was in a lower, more serious voice. “Did you buy this just for me, sugar?”

Unable to trust your tongue, you nodded. For a moment, you wondered if you should go back into his room and change into something else. You’d successfully provoked him, you’d gotten your reaction. But the longer Bucky stared at you with those big blue eyes, his jaw ticking with a tension you’d never seen in your best friend before, the more you wanted to keep your outfit on and see just how far you could push him. Between your thoughts and the way he looked at you, a simmering heat settled in your core and you felt yourself growing damp.

Finally, the thrumming tension between you and Bucky snapped as he sat back and cleared his throat. He straightened and the expression on his face morphed back into one of charming friendliness. “Gimme another twirl, sugar, I wanna see it again,” he urged, his voice somewhere between gruff and his normal tone.

Though you would have preferred to press your legs together against the ache building between your thighs, you twirled in place for your best friend, spinning once and giggling as you got a little dizzy. Before you could settle back on your feet in front of Bucky, his big hands were on your hips, turning you until you faced away from him. His palms settled on your hips, feeling like they could scorch your skin through your clothes.

As you wondered why he was holding you so firmly, his fingers digging into your soft curves, you felt something solid and sharp dig into your butt cheek, not enough to break the skin but hard enough to hurt. You squealed and jumped, jerking against Bucky’s hold but he held you so tightly you didn’t go anywhere. Twisting your torso around, you found your best friend with his teeth sunk into your flesh through your shorts, eyes closed like he was savoring the feel of you. When Bucky’s hot breath exhaled against your satin-covered ass, you shivered in his hands. Feeling the sting of his bite and the warmth of his breath sent electric thrills pulsing directly to your clit.

It took you a moment to remember you shouldn’t be getting off on your best friend biting your ass and you shook your head to clear it of all the filthy thoughts that were starting to take up too much space in your mind. “Did you just bite me!?” you asked in an affronted tone, though you could hear a breathless catch in your voice and hoped Bucky was too preoccupied to notice.

He pulled back, leaving your skin feeling tender and hot and you had to lock your knees so you didn’t squirm. A shameless grin spread across Bucky’s face as he looked up at you with slightly hazy eyes. “Sure did, sugar,” he rumbled in a deep voice.

“Bucky,” you whined on an exhale, trying to break free from his grip, but your best friend wrapped his arms around your body, easily holding you in place. His strength sent a thrill through you, and you could feel your wetness starting to leak into your shorts even as you squirmed.

Bucky pulled you tight against him, his face pressing into your lower back. The feel of his hot breath on your skin only served to make you squirmier and you used your attempts to break free to squeeze your thighs together against the ache in your core. The fact that he was so much stronger than you and still so careful not to hurt you, it was only making you wetter. For the first time since getting dressed, you realized it may have been a bad idea to forgo panties—you could feel the thin satin growing wet where it was pulled tight against your slit.

“You just look so damn bitable, sugar,” Bucky said gruffly, his voice partially muffled from his face pressing into your body. He crushed you tighter to him with his arms, his biceps bulging against the sleeves of his t-shirt. “How could I control myself?”

“Bucky,” you said, your voice a breathless whisper that held more whine than protest. It was a needy sound, the way you said your best friend’s name, and if you weren’t so focused on escaping from his hold before he discovered how wet you were getting in his arms, you would’ve been embarrassed by the obvious desire in your voice. When Bucky chuckled against you, the vibrations of his laugh reverberating through your body and his breath ghosting over the skin of your lower back, it was all you could do to bite back a desperate whimper.

“Just one more,” Bucky mumbled a moment before you felt his teeth dig into your other butt cheek. Even though he’d warned you, the sharp sting of his bite made your hips jerk forward reflexively, the seam of your shorts wedging between your lower lips and pulling against your clit. You had to bite your lip hard to stop yourself from moaning, and even then, it was a near thing. The pain and pleasure of Bucky’s teeth on you, even through the thin fabric, and the teasing pull of your shorts had your head lolling back as you sank into the feeling.

For a long moment, Bucky held himself against your ass, his mouth open and latched onto your ass, his breaths hot and damp as they ghosted over your barely covered skin. He was biting hard enough that you wondered if he’d leave a mark, not just the indents of his teeth in your skin, but a bruise that would take days to heal. The thought had heat flashing through your body, settling heavily in your core.

Slowly, the ache of Bucky’s bite lessened the longer he stayed with his teeth on you and you were able to gather your thoughts enough to remember you should probably protest his treatment of your body. “Best friends don’t bite best friends!” you chided, saying the first thing that came to mind, more than a little relieved when your voice was stronger than you’d expected.

Bucky chuckled against your ass, the sounds vibrating through your skin and sending a pulse of pleasure directly to your core, making your pussy throb with need. Flustered and achy between your thighs, you tried to squirm out of your best friend’s hold. Finally, he let you go and you whirled around to face him, giving him your best pout.

There wasn’t a trace of remorse in Bucky’s big grin or his icy gaze as he stared up at you. Instead, he looked you dead in the eye like he wanted to make sure you heard him loud and clear when he spoke. “You’re my best friend, you’re mine—that makes you mine to bite,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly in a way that did things to your throbbing core.

The way he looked at you, so intense it took your breath away, made you wonder if you’d gotten yourself in over your head with your little trick on Bucky. In an attempt to get things back to normal, you pushed aside the thought of how much you wanted him to be serious and rolled your eyes at his ridiculous statement. Bucky liked to act possessive, but he’d never taken things further than occasionally groping your ass when he hugged you, so you knew his words were just talk. And maybe, deep in your mind, you were still trying to provoke him into finally—finally—doing something more than a little groping. So you scoffed as you turned away from him, calling over your shoulder, “I’m not yours, Buck.”

You padded over to the kitchen, making sure your ass swung back and forth as you walked, and grabbed the bowl of assorted candy Bucky had gotten for the spooky movie night. When you turned around, your heart thumped at the way your best friend was looking at you. His blue eyes were narrowed slightly, but alight with mischief, a smirk curling the corners of his mouth. You’d known your best friend long enough to know that was his scheming face, and your pace slowed as you returned to the couch, wary of what exactly Bucky could be planning for you.

As you got closer, prepared to flop down next to your best friend like you normally did when you watched movies at his house, Bucky reclined back into the couch and patted his thigh with one hand. “C’mon sugar, your seat’s right here,” he rumbled in a low, alluring tone.

Your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s hand. The way it looked against his strong thigh and the invitation inherent in the gesture were giving you too many ideas—like what your best friend’s thigh would feel like pressed between your legs while he groped your ass and kissed you breathless. You and your best friend had never kissed, but you’d spent so much time wondering what his lips would feel like on yours, the craving was familiar.

Your needy thoughts were almost enough to distract you from the outline of Bucky’s cock in his gray sweatpants, and you had to wrench your gaze away from it before you got any more ideas that would leave you soaking through your shorts. You’d looked long enough to notice he was long and thick, and, if you weren’t mistaken, starting to get hard. When you looked up into his face, Bucky wore a smug smile. Even as your cheeks heated at being caught looking at your best friend’s dick, you rolled your eyes at him to try to show you were unaffected by the sight of him in his sweatpants—even though your slit was definitely wetter.

As you neared the couch, you were planning to ignore your best friend’s invitation to sit on his lap, stopping next to his outstretched knee and spinning to plop down next to him. But as you went to sit down, Bucky wrapped his arms around your waist and hauled you into his lap anyway. A startled shriek left your lips as he pulled you down onto his thighs and you were barely able to stop yourself from upending the bowl of candy. As soon as you got your balance, you twisted in Bucky’s arms and glared up at your best friend.

“What if I didn’t want to sit in your lap?” you asked in a bratty tone, unable to stop yourself from protesting, even as you secretly reveled in the way he manhandled you. He shifted you until your ass was on one of his thighs and you were seated sideways across his lap. He grabbed a blanket from the back of the couch and threw it over both your legs.

Bucky took so long to answer your question, you thought he wasn’t going to, but as he tucked you in against his chest and grabbed the TV remote to turn it on, he murmured in your ear, “Hush, sugar, we both know my lap is exactly where you want to be.”

A shiver skated down your spine and you were barely able to hold yourself still so Bucky wouldn’t feel the way he affected you. Instead, you focused on relaxing and settling into Bucky’s arms. It was cozy and your best friend smelled good—like laundry detergent and something earthy like oak. He had one arm circled behind your back, the other settled over your thighs beneath the blanket, his skin warm against yours. You set the bowl of candy on the couch next to Bucky and glanced up to see what movie he’d picked to start off the marathon.

“Oh no, Buck,” you half-heartedly protested. “I heard this one’s really scary.” Horror movies weren’t your favorite, but Bucky loved them, so you indulged your best friend once a year around Halloween for a spooky move marathon where he got to pick everything you watched. Normally, you watched without protest, but all the reviews you’d seen of the one he’d chosen said it was the scariest thing they’d ever seen and you weren’t sure if you could do it. You pushed off his chest until you could look up into his face, giving him your best pleading look.

Bucky looked down at you fondly, his hand on your thigh stroking your skin comfortingly, though it had a naughtier effect on you and forced you to hold back another shiver. “Don’t worry, sugar, I’ll protect you.”

You gave him a skeptical look. “How are you going to protect me from getting scared?”

Bucky’s face morphed into a mischievous smirk. “If you watch it with me, you’ll enjoy it—I promise,” he said, his expression earnest even as his blue eyes glittered with excitement. Whether he was simply excited to watch the movie or to watch you be scared by the movie, you weren’t sure.

You were a little doubtful, but Bucky was your best friend and he knew you just as well as you knew him, so you trusted him. If he said you’d enjoy the movie, he was probably right. With a small, murmured, “OK,” you settled back against Bucky’s chest, plucking some candy from the bowl as he started the movie.

For a little while, you and your best friend watched the movie. You were working your way through all the red and pink Starburst candies while he idly ate some Skittles as the movie introduced the characters and the premise of the story on Bucky’s massive TV screen. You were enjoying yourself—until the first jump scare of the film, when you let out a little shriek and turned to bury your face in your best friend’s chest.

Bucky jumped too, his arm around your back squeezing you tighter, reminding you that you were safe and secure in his lap. Your best friend glanced down at you with a reassuring smile, and his eyes seemed to catch on your lips, which were swollen and reddened from eating the Starbursts. As you watched, Bucky’s ice blue eyes darkened. He pulled his other hand out from under the blanket, cupping your chin and swiping his thumb along your lower lip.

Something about the way Bucky held you had you melting further into his grip, completely forgetting the movie that had scared you in the first place. His eyes traced the curve of your lip as his thumb stroked over it again. His gaze darted up to meet your eyes for a moment and he must’ve seen in your gaze how much you wanted him to keep going because he returned to staring at your lips, then lowered his head closer to yours. “So damn bitable,” he murmured as if to himself.

A breath caught in your throat as you realized what he was doing a second before his teeth caught your lower lip, giving it a teasing bite before retreating. Again, Bucky looked into your eyes and you let him see your gaze go hazy with your need for him. You best friend’s eyes widened slightly and then he was groaning, his lips slanting against yours in a kiss.

Everything you’d imagined about kissing Bucky paled in comparison to the reality of actually having his mouth on yours. His lips were soft as he applied the perfect amount of pressure, contrasting against the stubble that rasped over your skin. Your hands gripped either side of Bucky’s face, clinging to him out of fear that he would pull away too soon. Instead, his tongue licked into your mouth and you could taste the Skittles he’d been eating, the fruity flavor bursting in your mouth as he explored. You couldn’t hold back a moan as your best friend devoured your mouth like he couldn’t get enough of you, your fingers digging into his soft brown hair.

When Bucky finally pulled away, your chest heaved, lungs pulling in much-needed oxygen. He breathed harshly too, his mouth not retreating too far so you could feel him breathing against your lips. Bucky nibbled on your lower lip, the feel of his teeth sinking into your swollen flesh making you moan softly.

“Such pretty sounds, sugar,” Bucky murmured in between teasing bites. “All for me.”

Your mind was too fuzzy and lust-drunk to think too hard, but the knowledge that your best friend had finally kissed you still managed to permeate. The happiness of that awareness was only marred by the confusion you felt. “Wha-what’re you doing, Buck?” you asked in a breathless voice, opening your eyes to look up into your best friend’s face.

His expression was soft and affectionate and just a little bit mischievous as he smiled down at you. “Shh,” he soothed, pressing a peck to your lips before using his hold on your chin to turn your face back to the TV and settle you against his chest. “Just watch the movie.”

You tried to do as your best friend said, eyes staring at the screen, but your body was buzzing too much from Bucky’s kiss to settle down fully. It didn’t help that you couldn’t stop wondering what it meant. You’d wanted Bucky to kiss you for so long, but why now? You tried to puzzle out your best friend’s motivations as you stared unseeingly at the movie on the screen.

The feeling of Bucky’s hand on your thigh, his palm hot on your skin, dragged you out of your thoughts. You squirmed in his lap, hands fisting in his soft cotton shirt over his broad chest. As you wiggled, your ass grazed Bucky’s cock in his sweatpants, his half-hard length hot underneath you.

“So restless tonight,” he murmured in your ear, as if he wasn’t the whole reason you couldn’t sit still. His hand skated further up your thigh until his fingers dug into your soft flesh less than an inch from your heated core. “Tell me something, sugar, are you wearing panties under these little shorts?”

Shaking your head slightly, your answer was barely loud enough to be heard over the movie when you said, “No.” You felt so naughty admitting that to your best friend, your arousal growing slicker between your lower lips. His fingers were so close, just a little further and he’d be able to feel exactly how wet you were from the way you soaked your shorts.

Bucky let out a harsh exhale and his fingers flexed, digging deeper into your soft thigh. “You’re gonna be the death of me, sugar,” he groaned, his voice low and intoxicating. “How’m I supposed to just sit here and watch horror movies when my pretty little best friend is squirming in my lap—and she’s not wearing any panties?”

Before you could gather your thoughts enough to answer, Bucky’s fingers closed the distance between him and your mound, rubbing your slit over your shorts. You could tell by the way he sucked in a sharp breath that he could feel exactly how much you’d soaked through the fabric. Burying your face in Bucky’s neck, his stubble rasping over your temple, your bit down on your lip to hold back a moan at the feel of him finally touching you.

“So wet, sugar,” Bucky mocked with a sweet lilt in his voice like his lips were curled into a smile. He stroked his finger up and down the seam of your pajama shorts, pushing between your folds until you could feel him teasing your entrance through the thin satiny fabric. “Is this all for me—all for your best friend?”

A hiccuping gasp fell from your lips when you stopped biting the bottom one to answer and you gripped his shirt tighter as your hips writhed against Bucky’s finger. “Y-yes,” you admitted, trembling in his lap. Without thinking, since you were too consumed by Bucky to think much anymore, you spread your legs for him, giving his hand more room.

Bucky took advantage of the move, cupping your mound in his big hand, his finger pressing against your pussy through your shorts, teasing you with the thought of filling you up. “Good girl,” he praised in a gravelly voice, rewarding your honesty by grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. You cried out, face pressed into his neck, hips grinding against his hand. “That’s it, sugar,” he encouraged, holding his hand still while you rocked against it, letting out little whimpers. “Get yourself nice and fucking drenched for me.”

Before you could come just from grinding on your best friend’s hand, Bucky pulled away and you arched your back, your hips seeking the friction he was all of a sudden denying you, letting out a desperate little whining sound when you couldn’t grind on anything. Your clit buzzed and your pussy pulsed with need. When you cracked your eyes open and tilted your head back, you found Bucky staring down at you, eyes sparkling with deviousness because he knew what he’d done to you. He brushed his fingers down the side of your face and ducked down for a too-short kiss that left you whimpering and chasing his lips.

“Are you feeling needy, sugar?” Bucky asked in that same sweetly mocking tone, a smug smirk pulling up the corners of his mouth. “Are you feeling desperate to come all over you best friend’s hand like a needy little slut?”

“Bucky, please!” you begged, reaching for his hand, which was resting innocently on your knee, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and tugging. He didn’t move an inch. “If you don’t touch me, I’m gonna die!” You knew you were being overdramatic but you didn’t care. He’d left you hanging on the edge and you were even more desperate than he accused you of being. You tugged harder on his hand, but he still didn’t budge, your strength nothing compared to his.

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before you came out here looking like such a fucking cocktease,” he said, fake pity in his voice.

Suddenly, you realized Bucky had been planning to get you riled up and leave you hanging since you’d claimed you weren’t his. This is what his scheming face had been about. Call it best friend sixth sense, but you knew how his brain worked and you knew that when Bucky took revenge, he could sometimes go a little overboard. And you’d gone and provoked him, so now you were left with the consequences.

Before you could respond, his hand moved from your knee and your hips wriggled eagerly, still riding the edge of your release, but he bypassed your slit entirely and instead hooked a finger in the neckline of your crop top. He tugged it down harshly until your tits bounced free, wrenching a gasp from your lips as your nipples were exposed to the cool air.

“Bucky,” you whined in half-hearted protest, though you made no move to cover yourself from your best friend’s eager blue eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said, trying to play coy, but the breathlessness of your voice as Bucky groped your soft tits drained all the innocence from your statement.

Bucky laughed harshly as he played with your tits, pinching your nipples and rolling the sensitive buds between his fingers. “You knew exactly what you were doing, sugar,” he accused in a growly tone, the underlying current of his own arousal taking all the heat of anger out of it. “You were trying to torture me by strutting around in your little matching PJs showing off these perfect tits and your bitable ass,” he continued, his other hand digging underneath you until he was gripping your ass. His big hand spanned your whole butt cheek, fingers digging in and making you squirm in his hold.

Bucky’s blue eyes blazed with hunger and need as he watched you react to the way he played with your body. “Did you want to see how far you could push me before I went out of my mind and fucked you?” he demanded in the same harsh tone, but he didn’t wait for an answer—not that you could give him one with how consumed you were by the way he touched you. “Well congratulations, sugar, you did it,” he said, his hand trailing down from your peaked nipples to the hem of your shorts, teasing along the hem. “And now you’re gonna have to endure while I torture you a little bit before I give you exactly what you need.” His eyes flicked back to yours, hooded with need. “D’you think you can handle that, sugar?”

Before he’d even finished asking the question, you were nodding. “Yes, Bucky, please,” you begged, wrapping your fingers around his wrist and trying to push his hand into your shorts. He only moved of his own volition, slipping his hand under the hem, his rough fingertips stroking the soft skin just above your mound. “I’ll do anything, just touch me—please!”

A devious chuckle ghosted out of Bucky’s mouth, ruffling your hair. “Y’know for someone who claims they aren’t mine, you sure seem desperate for me to treat you like you’re mine, sugar,” he teased in a sweetly mocking tone that had you squirming in his lap.

Not knowing what to say to that since you wanted to be his, you’d just never known how to tell him without risking your friendship, you whined and yanked on his wrist trying to move him closer to your wet core. Again, he only moved when he wanted to move, sliding his hand against your skin until the tip of his middle finger grazed the top of your slit. Just that little touch was enough to drag a wanton moan out of you, your head falling back even though he’d barely touched you.

Bucky laughed again, the sound low and sinful. “So fucking desperate, sugar,” he said, his words a reprimand but his tone filled with heat. He rubbed your clit once, making you buck into his hand, before sliding his finger lower and circling your hole. “So fucking wet,” he growled before plunging his finger into your grasping channel, your inner walls clutching at him.

Your spine arched and you would’ve fallen off Bucky’s lap if not for his arm bracing against your back, his other hand holding the back of your neck. It was just one finger but it felt so, so good to have him finally inside you. When he didn’t move, you cracked your eyes open and stared up at Bucky, who wore a greedy expression on his face.

“Is this what you needed, sugar?” he asked, starting to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. “You dressed like a slutty little cocktease so your best friend would finger your needy pussy?”

You squirmed in his lap and felt your ass brush against Bucky’s hot, hard length in his sweatpants. Instinctually, you pressed closer, wiggling against your best friend’s cock while he fingered your pussy, moaning when you felt him twitch through his pants. Your core pulsed with need, and grew wetter as you suddenly craved the feeling of being stretched out by Bucky’s dick.

Yanking his finger out of your pussy and his hand out of your shorts, Bucky let out a harsh exhale. “Fuck, sugar,” he grunted, grabbing one of your hands where they were fisted in his shirt and pulling it down until it rested over his hard length through his sweatpants. “Feel what you fucking do to me?”

“Bucky,” you whined, his name a plea from your lips. Your fingers wrapped around the bulge in his pants, gripping his cock and stroking him as well as you could through the fabric.

Groaning as his head fell back against the couch, Bucky’s hips rose up slightly, bucking into your hand while you groped him. He dragged his head back up and stared down at you, tilting your chin up so he could look into your eyes. “Does my best friend want my cock?” he asked, his voice rough and raspy even as his eyes sparkled with ravenous desire. “Is she too needy to be satisfied by my fingers?” A hint of mocking colored his tone, but it only served to make you needier.

“Yes, yes, please, Bucky,” you begged, stroking him harder and faster, not thinking about what you were saying, just voicing your horny thoughts as they came to you. “Need your cock, need to feel my pussy stretch around you while you fill me up to the brim—need you so fucking bad, Bucky, please, please, please.” As you spoke, you tried to pull your best friend’s pants down but he caught your wrists, staying your hands. When you looked up into his face, Bucky’s expression was tense with barely leashed need.

“Fine,” Bucky bit out through clenched teeth, his jaw gritted so hard you were a little worried he’d crack a tooth. “But I’m not done torturing you yet.” Bucky moved the bowl of candy to the coffee table. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and held you securely as he shifted on the couch until he was propped up against the arm, reclining back against some Halloween-themed throw pillows you’d bought for his place.

The sight of them distracted you for a second and made you smile thinking about the way he’d indulged your love of Halloween decorations while you picked them out at the store. He’d had his hands on you the entire time you were in the store, either holding your hand while he pushed the cart or keeping an arm slung around your shoulders as you stood in line. But you never would’ve thought you’d end up in his lap, about to take his cock, while he laid against them. It was a surreal moment and you felt yourself spiraling a little into your thoughts, wondering what he was doing and what you were doing going along with it. But then Bucky pulled your focus back to him.

Using his strength, he manhandled your body until you were straddling his lap, your soft core pressing on his hard length through both your clothes. You groaned at the feeling and he grunted, his hips thrusting up instinctively. Bucky’s hands settled on your waist and he held you pressed down on his cock, not even letting your ass squirm in his hold.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, sugar,” Bucky started, his voice strained, almost like he was in pain. “I’m going to give you my cock and you’re going to settle down and watch the movie,” he said. The authority ringing in his tone had you leaking through your shorts, almost certainly leaving a wet spot on his light gray sweatpants, but unable to care as your best friend’s blue eyes held you captive with his penetrating gaze. “And don’t you dare fucking come before I give you permission, you got it?”

You sucked in a sharp breath at the command, head swimming, nodding before you’d even realized you were doing it. “Yes,” you agreed on a gasp once you remembered how talking worked. “I got it.”

“Good girl,” Bucky practically purred and you glowed at the praise even as more heat shot straight to your pussy at the sound of his rumbling voice. He reached down and pushed his sweatpants down his hips, lifting both himself and you to slide them down far enough to free his cock.

Your best friend’s cock bounced free of his pants and your hands immediately went to the hard length, fingers circling his girth. Bucky was so thick your fingers couldn’t meet even when you squeezed him slightly. You gave your best friend a slow stroke, reveling in the feel of the veins along the shaft bumping against your palm, following the slight curve of him up to his wide tip. You marveled at your best friend’s cock, distracted by the sudden urge to take him in your mouth.

Before you could follow through on that thought, though, Bucky gently pried your fingers from his dick and fisted the base. His big hand gripping your ass pulled you up onto your knees until you were hovering above his cockhead. But when you pulled your shorts to the side, Bucky stopped you from sinking down on his length.

“Condoms are in the coffee table drawer,” he said, chest puffing up with heavy breaths. His blue eyes were dark and wide as he stared up at you, almost like he was begging you to be quick about it. Your best friend was just as eager to fill you up as you were to be filled by him and that realization sparked another. You didn’t want your first time with Bucky to be with anything separating you two.

You glanced at the coffee table, but turned back to Bucky, shaking your head. “I’m good with no condom if you are,” you said, trying and failing to keep the eagerness out of your voice. You reached down, wrapping your fingers around Bucky’s hand still gripping his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance.

“Fuck yes—you sure, sugar?” Bucky gritted out and your heart thumped in your chest as you were reminded for the hundredth time why you’d had a crush on your best friend for so long. He was holding himself back and checking in with you, prioritizing your comfort over his own. It only made you want him more.

“Yeah, Bucky,” you leaned forward, lips grazing his stubbled cheek until your mouth was right next to his ear. “You’re my best friend, I trust you—and I want you bare inside me.”

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed. His hand shifted from your ass to your hip as he guided you to sink down on his cock. When the wide tip of his cock was enveloped in your tight heat, he groaned loudly, cursing again, “Fuck.”

You braced your hands on his chest for balance, fingers curling into his hard pecs and relishing the feel of him hot and hard under you as you slowly sank down on his dick. Inch by inch, you pressed down until your ass hit your best friend’s thighs and it was perfect. Your spine arched and you tossed your head back, letting a moan slip past your lips as you basked in the delicious feeling of your best friend’s cock stretching and filling up your tight hole. The curve of his dick had the tip of him hitting a spot deep inside you that drove you wild and you started grinding down on him.

Bucky wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you against his chest and thrusting up into you, dragging ragged moans from both of you, before settling you down on his cock. “You feel so good, sugar,” he grunted, his lips finding yours and giving you a slow, drugging kiss. You could still taste Skittles on his tongue and you groaned into his mouth, trying to kiss him more fiercely. But Bucky pulled back, an arrogant smirk on his lips. “Nuh uh, it’s my turn to torture you, remember?”

Reluctantly, you nodded, but you couldn’t help yourself from pulling the corners of your mouth down in an exaggerated frown. Bucky smiled and cupped your face in his big hands.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, pressing a short and sweet kiss to your lips. When he pulled away, he didn’t go far, pressing his forehead to yours and letting his lips ghost against your mouth as he spoke. “Your pussy feels so good wrapped around my cock, sugar, I just wanna sit here and feel you dripping all the way down to my balls while we watch a horror movie, alright?”

He asked you so nicely, you couldn’t help but give in to his request. “OK,” you answered in a whisper when all you wanted to do was whine and roll your hips on his cock. You managed to stop yourself from being bad, but only barely.

A grin spread across Bucky’s face and he leaned in, biting your bottom lip, the sharp sting of his teeth making your pussy clamp down on his cock reflexively. Your moans tripped over each other, your breaths tangling in the tiny space between your lips. Bucky’s teeth clicked against each other as he gritted his jaw to hold himself back while you watched him wrestle to control his desire.

You couldn’t help yourself, you squeezed him again with your inner walls—this time on purpose. It seemed you couldn’t resist the urge to get a reaction out of your best friend, even when his cock was buried deep in your pussy.

Bucky’s blue eyes widened as he grunted in pleasure, but they quickly narrowed into slits. His hand swatted your ass, giving you a sharp smack, making you yelp and jerk against him, but he held you down with his other palm on your lower back. “Be good,” he warned. “Stay still and keep my cock nice and warm while we watch the movie.”

After you nodded to show you understood, Bucky grabbed the remote from underneath his legs and hit the rewind button. While he searched for the spot in the movie where you both stopped watching, you settled into his lap, tucking your head under his chin and getting as comfortable as you could while sitting on your best friend’s cock. You focused on his scent—so fresh and familiar—and the steady sound of his heart beating in his chest. By the time Bucky hit play, you’d stopped squirming and were mostly successful in ignoring the feel of your pussy throbbing while his cock was stuffed deep inside you, stretching you out.

Bucky kissed your temple and smoothed his hands over your back, fingers tracing idly up and down your spine. “Good girl,” he murmured. The praise was enough reward for the moment and you settled down even more, trying to get back into the movie.

In just a few short minutes, your best friend was seemingly engrossed in the horror movie again, while you were struggling to stay still and quiet. Part of you wanted to try to provoke him, and see what he’d do if you weren’t good like he’d told you to be, but another, more significant part wanted to follow his orders. Still, you were finding it difficult to pay attention to the movie when your best friend’s cock was filling your pussy. You could feel your heartbeat in your clit, drumming a constant rhythm of need and if you concentrated, you could’ve sworn you could feel the veins on Bucky’s dick pulse inside you. And you were so wet, your pussy dripping down to the base of his cock. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about how easy it would be to slide up and down, get the friction your pussy was begging for.

A loud bang! sounded from the TV as something evil lunged out of the shadows on screen and you jumped in fright, your entire body clenching in response—including your pussy. You clamped down hard on Bucky’s cock, pulling a loud grunt from your best friend as his hips pushed up reflexively against your soft pussy. The scared little scream you’d let out at the jump scare devolved into a debauched moan. You melted against Bucky’s chest, going boneless from just that one thrust.

“Fuck, sugar,” Bucky groaned, his fingers digging into your waist, hard enough you distantly wondered if he’d leave bruises. The thought of him marking you made you burn hotter, your arousal dripping down your best friend’s cock. “Your cunt feels so fucking good, so warm and soft,” he murmured in a tortured voice.

When you lifted your head to look up at your best friend, you found his thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. Reaching up, you raked your nails through the stubble decorating Bucky’s sharp jaw and he dragged his head up to look at you. Your need was building inside you and before you could control yourself, you leaned up and sucked Bucky’s lower lip into your mouth, teeth digging into his flesh and biting down on your best friend.

Groaning loudly against your mouth, Bucky’s hips jerked under you and he shoved his cock so deep inside your pussy, you pulled away with a sharp gasp. When you opened your eyes, Bucky was glowering at you, but the way his blue eyes were darkened with desire took all the heat out of the expression.

“You were being so good for me, sugar,” he started, pulling you up his chest until his mouth found your neck, kissing and licking just beneath your ear. Your nipples, still exposed by your pulled down top, dragged over the soft cotton of Bucky’s shirt, teasing them and sending sparks down to your pussy. “But my slutty little cocktease of a best friend just couldn’t keep it up, could you?” Bucky bit the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking until he was sure to leave a mark, while all you could do was moan and squirm, his arms holding you pinned against his chest.

“Bucky, please,” you cried out softly, fingers digging into his soft brown hair and clinging to him as he trailed his lips down your neck, nipping and licking at your skin to soothe his little bites. “I need more, I need you to fuck me, please,” you begged, your voice breathless with desperation.

Too distracted by your neediness, you didn’t notice one of Bucky’s hands reaching between your bodies until it wrapped around the front of your throat. With a firm, but not too tight grip, he pushed you back so he could look at you properly. Your best friend’s ice blue eyes raked over your face, lingering on every trace of desire and pleading in your expression.

“Did you finally learn how to use your words to ask for what you want, sugar?” he asked, his tone sweetly mocking even as his blue eyes stared so deeply into your own it felt like he could see right through you and straight to your heart, your soul. “Are you finally sorry for acting like a fucking cocktease and parading around my apartment in your skimpy little outfit instead of using your words to beg me to fuck you like the slut we both know you are?”

A warmth filled your cheeks, and you felt properly chastened by your best friend’s words, ducking your head and tearing your gaze away from Bucky’s long enough to gather your thoughts. You realized you were even more turned on by the way he talked to you, loving the feeling of being called out for how you’d treated him. You liked that Bucky put you in your place. Before you could stop it, the apology tumbled past your lips. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered while in the background the horror movie played on the TV.

Bucky’s hand still circled your throat like a necklace and he used it to tilt your chin up until he could meet your eyes. Concern swirled in the depths of his blue gaze, but when you smiled and blinked slowly up at him, he relaxed back into the pillows on the couch. Your best friend’s mouth curled up into a smirk like he knew he was right about something. “Are you ready to admit you’re mine, sugar?” he asked, his voice warm and sweet like honey.

Panic swelled in your chest, and you wondered if Bucky could feel the way fear fluttered in your veins beneath his fingers on neck. Wetting your lip, you tried to think about how to answer your best friend’s question without giving away how much you really, truly wanted to be his. You and Bucky had wandered well past the line separating you from just best friends to something more, but you didn’t know how much he meant what he was saying. Did he really want you to be his or would he go back to being your handsy-but-nothing-more best friend after this? Would he act like it had been nothing, just a little biting, a little torture between friends?

You took too long to answer your best friend’s question and his fingers dug gently into the sides of your throat, dragging you out of your panicked, spiraling thoughts. Bucky’s brows were furrowed with concern again and you couldn’t stand the sight so you dropped your gaze to his mouth. Your best friend had such a nice mouth. You loved the way the corners curled up like he had a permanent smirk on his face.

That mouth pressed into a line for a moment before Bucky’s lips parted and he spoke. “Do you not want to be mine, sugar, or do you need me to torture it out of you?” When your eyes darted up to look into his ice blue gaze at the second option, he made a rumbling sound in his chest that sounded like he was coming to a decision. “Torture it is,” he grumbled.

The horror movie he’d picked out played on the TV completely forgotten as Bucky grabbed you around your waist and picked you up, flipping you down onto your back, his hips settling into the cradle of your thighs. You both groaned at the feel of him sinking even deeper into your pussy, his thick cock still stretching you out around him. Before you could wrap your legs around Bucky’s waist, though, he pulled out, sitting back on his heels so he could bring your legs together. He tugged your pajama shorts down over your ass and off your legs so fast it was like they’d offended him. He did the same with your top, yanking it over your head and tossing it to join your shorts on the floor.

Bucky stopped for a moment, going still as he stared down at you naked and bare beneath him on the couch. When your hands fluttered over your stomach, anxiously trying to cover yourself, he batted them away. “No, sugar,” he said in a stern voice that had you quickly obeying. “I want to see just how pretty my best friend is.” His blue eyes darkened as he traced every inch of your bare skin and soft curves. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured almost to himself.

When he’d seemingly looked his fill, Bucky stood quickly, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his pants off as quickly as possible before he kneeled back between your spread thighs. With one hand, Bucky fisted his cock while the other traced up your chest, plucking at both of your nipples before circling your throat and pinning you to the couch. His blue gaze held you just as captive as he stared you right in the eye while he fed his dick into your pussy, tormenting you with how slowly he moved.

“You want it hard and fast, sugar?” he asked in a gravelly voice, pulling his cock out of your warm, wet channel until only the tip remained.

“Yes, yes, Bucky, yes, please,” you begged, staring past his hand down your body to see his length glistening and drenched with your desire. Your hips bucked up in a wordless plea for him to bury himself inside you, but Bucky held you down with his hand not wrapped around your throat.

Instead, Bucky pushed in slow, slow, slow, making you feel every single inch of his thick cock. You felt every bump of his veins and the press of his curved dick, unable to move to take him faster with him holding you pinned to the couch. A tortured whine sounded deep in your throat, the pathetic sound bouncing off the walls of Bucky’s apartment.

“Bucky, please, please, please,” you chanted, eyes opened wide and staring up at your best friend. “Please, I need you to fuck me!”

Above you, Bucky chuckled, even as his brow started to bead with sweat from holding himself back. Despite your pleas, he pulled out and pushed in as slowly as he could manage, refusing to pick up speed even a little. “What’re you talking about, sugar, I am fucking you,” he teased, his mouth curled up in a ruthless grin. He was glorious and infuriating and you fucking loved him.

The sudden awareness of your feelings was like a livewire in your body, sending your entire being into chaos. Your heart pounded in your chest and your pussy throbbed for more even as panic tried to seize your limbs. It was all too much, and you couldn’t school your features; you didn’t know how much Bucky could see on your face so you screwed your eyes shut so at least it didn’t feel like he was coaxing your soul out to bond with his. But you couldn’t escape your best friend when you were pinned beneath him by his hands and his cock. He knew he finally had you.

“Tell me you’re mine,” Bucky ordered, pressing his thumb and middle finger into the sides of your throat until your eyes popped back open. You found your best friend looking just as wild as you felt, emotions churning in his darkened blue eyes, desperation warring with hunger and need and something else you couldn’t name but you felt your heart lurch in response to it.

A choked sob burst out of your mouth and Bucky’s grip relented only for the words to finally win the fight and escape. “I’m yours, Bucky,” you cried out, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. “I’ve always been yours, I’m always, always, always gonna be yours.”

Bucky fell on top of you, his lips finding yours in a bruising, ferocious kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, taking possession and tasting every inch of you, overwhelming and consuming you. Your best friend kissed you like he never wanted his lips to part from yours, his hands gripped you like he never wanted to let you go, and his cock slid inside your pussy like he never wanted to leave you empty. When he shoved his dick roughly into your hole, you wrenched your mouths apart so you could moan against each other’s lips.

Pressing his forehead against yours, Bucky stared at you with hooded eyes. “That’s my girl, that’s my good fucking girl,” he praised, fucking you hard and fast just like you needed. His cock pummeled your pussy so hard it nearly hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain, one you didn’t think you’d ever get sick of. “My girl, mine,” he babbled, pressing kisses to your lips, then your cheeks between each word until he was speaking into your skin. “You’re the love of my fucking life and now that you’re mine, I’m never letting you go, sugar, never,” he promised, his words sinking through you until they were buried deep in your heart and soul.

Hearing your best friend reveal the depth of how he felt about you, and the fact that it matched exactly how you felt about him, drove you wild and loosened your tongue. “I love you, I love you, I love you,” you chanted, your hands clutching at Bucky’s body like you couldn’t get him close enough. Your knees climbed up either side of Bucky’s waist until you were folded in half beneath him, his cock buried as deep as possible and it still didn’t feel like enough.

Thankfully, your best friend seemed to know exactly what you needed and he pounded harder and faster into you, moving with you in a rhythm you easily matched until your bodies were working perfectly in sync. Both of you chased your pleasure, murmuring and moaning your love into each other’s skin.

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned, his lips trailing down to your tits, sucking and biting on your skin, leaving little teeth marks and bruises behind. “Your pussy feels so fucking good, sugar, like you were made to take my cock,” he murmured around your nipple, laving the tight bud with his tongue before looking up at you from under thick, dark lashes. Your hands raked through his short brown hair, nails scraping against his scalp and delighting in the way his eyes fluttered at the feel. When his blue gaze opened again, it was molten hot with desire and determination. “I’m gonna make you come all over my cock until you’re shaking and begging me to stop,” Bucky warned.

You realized you may have provoked your best friend a little too much, but instead of backing down, you smirked at him. “Make me,” you challenged, certain that the hunger you saw in Bucky’s eyes was reflected in your own.

The simple phrase had the desired effect. Bucky pushed your thighs wide and up until you were spread and helpless beneath him, giving him total access to pound into your pussy until the slap of his thighs against yours and his balls hitting your ass were louder than the horror movie on the TV. “You wanna be a bratty little slut, I’ll fuck you like a bratty little slut, sugar,” Bucky ground out through gritted teeth, his hand finding your neck again and squeezing until you struggled to pull in a full breath.

All you could do was lay there and take it and oh god did you enjoy taking it. You basked in the feel of your best friend’s heavy weight fucking you into the couch. You felt your eyes going unfocused as your whole body was consumed by the pleasure Bucky was giving you. Your mouth hung open as you panted for the meager little breaths he allowed, tongue stuck out over your bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re going so fucking dumb on my cock, aren’t you, sugar?” Bucky teased in that mocking tone you loved so much as he stared down into your lust-drunk face. All you could feel and see and hear was Bucky. “So fucked out, eyes hazy and tongue out—fuck.”

You could feel yourself getting close, your inner walls clasping at Bucky’s thick cock as he buried himself inside you over and over again. Your best friend’s pounding cock and filthy words were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. It was all too much and too good and you didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“Fuck, fuck, come for me, sugar,” Bucky huffed, his hips thrusting faster and harder as he rutted into you. He choked you a little harder, holding your throat tight for a long moment and cutting off your air entirely. “Come for me,” he growled out the order, his face feral and beautiful as he hovered over you. “Come all over my cock while I drain my balls deep in your pretty little cunt.”

When he reached down and rubbed your clit viciously, he shoved you over the edge of the precipice you’d been hanging on. Bucky let go of your throat and you drew in a deep breath, letting it out in a scream as you came hard on his cock. Your pussy clenched down on Bucky’s thick length as he pounded into you furiously.

“Good girl, good girl, that’s my girl,” Bucky mumbled, his arms digging under your back so his hands could hook over your shoulders. He used his grip to fuck you harder and faster. He never stopped, never relented even a little, his pace brutal and unyielding through your orgasm.

As wave after wave of pleasure continued to crash over you, you realized he was driving you toward another release. You’d lost control of your limbs, your body writhing uncontrollably beneath your best friend as he pounded into you like he was determined to literally fuck you dumb. Your legs trembled on either side of his waist and you gasped for air, still dizzy and not yet recovered from his hand around your throat or your first orgasm. “I can’t,” you choked out on a gasp. “Bucky, I can’t—not again.”

“You can, sugar,” Bucky argued, his tone sweet but merciless as he kept up his relentless thrusting. “I promised to fuck you until you’re begging me to stop and I don’t hear you saying ‘stop.’”

Bucky’s cock plunged so deep and hard, he hit a spot that stole the breath from your lungs. Even though you didn’t think it was possible, you came again, the orgasm sweeping through you and leaving you shaking and trembling as you screamed, “Stop!”

With a loud groan, Bucky stopped, his cock stuffed deep inside you as he gave in to his own pleasure. Bucky’s teeth sank into the base of your neck, where your throat met your shoulder, hard enough to make you scream again. Your fingers twisted in his hair and held him against you as you rode out your second orgasm, feeling Bucky’s cock throb and twitch inside you as he emptied himself in your pussy. You felt his warm release coat your insides, leaking out and down your ass.

Finally, Bucky collapsed on top of you, his arms wrapping around your waist between you and the couch, while your arms circled his shoulders. After a moment of being pressed into the soft cushions by your best friend’s body weight, he rolled you onto your sides, his softening cock slipping free from your dripping pussy and making you groan softly.

You were both still catching your breath, but Bucky reached around and picked up the blanket from the floor, pulling it over your rapidly cooling bodies to ward off the chill of his apartment. You snuggled into your best friend’s chest, humming happily as you recovered from what was easily the best sex of your life. Thinking back on everything that’d just happened, it reminded you of what Bucky had said while he’d been buried balls-deep in your cunt and you stiffened.

“You better not be having regrets, sugar,” Bucky warned in a deep voice, satisfaction soaking his tone. His heavy breaths started to even out and his voice turned determined. “If you need me to recap where we stand, I will: You’re mine, I’m yours, you’re my girlfriend and my best friend and I’m your boyfriend and your best friend.” He dragged his eyes open and pinned you with his icy stare. “Does that cover everything?”

“Yep,” you squeaked, cheeks heating at how thoroughly he’d read your panic. But then his words fully permeated your mind and your face settled into a smile as happiness unfurled throughout your body. You felt yourself melting into Bucky.

“Good,” he grumbled, rolling onto his back and tucking you into his side between his body and the back of the couch. He retrieved the remote from the floor, accidentally picking up your shorts in the process. They landed on his lap. He held the small garment up between pinched fingers. It was obvious to your eyes that they were far too small for your body and you had a feeling Bucky could tell as well. “Were you trying to torture me with this?” he asked, giving you a look out of the corner of his eyes.

“No, I just…” you trailed off trying to think of a way to put your evil little plan into words that didn’t make you sound too childish. “It was a trick? Like trick or treat?” you tried, but Bucky’s unamused expression told you that you’d have to try again. With a sigh, you finally admitted the truth. “I just wanted to see what you’d do, if you’d react at all.”

“Sugar, sugar, sugar,” Bucky groaned, tossing the shorts back on the floor and the remote on the coffee table. The movie on the TV had long since finished, the picture having gone back to its info screen. “I never had a hope of keeping my hands off you in that getup.” He buried his face in your neck, licking the bite mark he’d left and soothing the ache away with every stroke of his tongue. His voice was slightly muffled against your skin as he went on, saying, “How could I not react to my gorgeous best friend flashing her tits and ass in the tiniest PJs I’ve ever seen?”

You giggled in his arms, squirming to get closer to him, throwing a leg over his thigh. “Well, when you put it that way, it sounds kind of silly.”

Bucky pulled back, tilting your chin up so you looked into his face. “No, I’m glad you did it,” he said, his tone serious. “I’ve wanted to tell you for ages how I felt, but it wasn’t until you pushed me that I finally got out of my head and did something about it.” He ducked down and pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. “I love you, sugar.”

“Love you too, Bucky,” you murmured, pulling him in for a longer, sweeter kiss. “Hmm,” you hummed as you pulled away. “I think I’d better keep those pajamas, though, even if they are a little small.” You gave him a devilish grin.

Bucky groaned good-naturedly, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Only if you want me to bite and torture every inch of you, sugar,” he warned, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea.

You shrugged as nonchalantly as you could even as you buzzed with anticipation, shooting him a wicked smirk as you quipped, “What’s a little biting, a little torture between best friends?”

With a short laugh, Bucky leaned in and nipped at your bottom lip, soothing the bite with his tongue before slipping inside your mouth. He rolled you onto your back and took his time worshiping your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites down your neck to your chest, then even lower. Bucky sucked a hickey into your thigh before giving the same torturous attention to your pussy until you were dripping and begging for his cock.

That night, you and Bucky never managed to finish the horror movie he’d originally put on, or watch any others your best friend had picked out for your Halloween horror movie night. But you did wake up the next morning snuggled up in the arms of your best friend and boyfriend. Marks from his teeth and fingers dotted your skin and you both loved the sight so much, he promised never to leave your skin unmarked.

Throughout the following days and months and years, Bucky kept his promise to you. He’d leave hickeys or bruises on your skin, in places where they’d be hidden by your clothes—on your chest and your thighs—but you’d always be able to feel them. You’d return the favor, sucking hickeys into the skin over his collarbone or his shoulder, relishing the sight of your mark on him. They were a secret between you and Bucky, a language meant only for the two of you, your love imprinted into each other’s skin. The marks ensured you’d always know that Bucky Barnes, your best friend and the love of your life, was yours just as much as you were his.

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Round Two

possessive!bucky barnes x reader

summary: Tension explodes in the training room when Bucky walks in on you sparring a little too close with Walker. He doesn’t say much but when he takes over the session… well. Jealous!Bucky Barnes it is.

word count: 3397

WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content, MDNI. curse words, dirty talk, degrading kink, dry humping, fingering, oral (f receiving), PiV, unprotected sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, breeding, overstimulation, possessive behavior, jealous af, fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated.

A/N: Sigh. I had this in my head ever since watching Thunderbolts* and recent work of @iamthatonefangirl pushed me into finally writing it down. Do not expect much plot from it… or any plot at all. Writer has no regrets.

The training room was filled with the rhythmic thud of your boots against the mat and the sharp, quick breaths you shared with Walker. His presence was overwhelming — tall, broad-shouldered, every muscle coiled like a spring ready to snap. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mixing with your own rising warmth.

You circled each other warily, muscles taut, eyes locked like predators. Walker’s grin was cocky, but there was an edge of respect in it. “You’re stubborn,” he said, voice low and teasing.

“Yeah, well,” you shot back, dropping into a defensive stance, “you’re slow.”

His laughter was rough as he lunged forward, grabbing your wrist and twisting, forcing you down toward the mat.

You fought against him, every inch a battle — but he was strong, and before you knew it, your back hit the padded floor.

Walker was on top, chest pressing against yours. You could feel the solid heat of him, the strength beneath his armor. Your arms were pinned, but your eyes stayed locked with his, breaths mingling in the tight space between you.

“You holding back?” he whispered, his breath warm on your face.

You smirked, muscles flexing as you pushed against him, trying to twist free. “Not a chance.”

His hands slid down your arms, skin to skin, the contact electric, and for a moment, the fight faded into something else — a tension thick enough to choke on.

Walker shifted, lowering his mouth to your ear. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”

You swallowed hard, heart pounding loud in your chest, and the taste of his breath — spicy and close — sent a thrill racing through you.

With a quick movement, you twisted, trying to flip him off you, but Walker caught your wrist and held you fast.

His face hovered inches from yours, the faint scrape of stubble against your cheek making you shiver.

“Almost had me,” he murmured, voice rough.

Your fingers brushed his jaw, accidental but electric, and his eyes darkened, holding you captive in that intense gaze.

Neither of you moved. The room was silent except for your ragged breathing and the thudding of your heartbeats, syncing in the small space where your bodies met.

You felt the heat pooling low in your belly, the line between fighting and wanting blurring with every second.

Walker’s hand slid up your arm, fingertips trailing lightly, sending sparks where they touched.

Your lips parted, breath hitching.

The door slid open, and Bucky Barnes stepped inside. He paused, taking in the scene: you pinned beneath Walker, bodies close, breaths heavy and mingling.

His jaw clenched, but he said nothing.

You pushed Walker off with a quick grunt, breathing hard but flashing a grin. “Round two?”

Walker gave a lazy shrug, stretching one arm. “Wish I could, but I gotta run.”

You frowned in disappointment. “Already?”

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “But maybe Bucky here can take over.”

Walker clapped Bucky on the shoulder before heading out, leaving the two of you alone.

Bucky’s eyes locked onto you, sharp and cold like ice cutting through steel. His jaw clenched so tight you could almost hear the grind.

“I guess I’m stuck with you now,” he growled, voice low and rough - no hint of warmth.

You blinked, caught off guard by how harsh he sounded. “Stuck? It’s just training, Bucky.”

He took a step closer, his gaze burning holes through you. “Yeah, well, sparring with him? That looked less like training and more like… whatever that was.”

You frowned, heat creeping to your cheeks. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Bucky’s lips curled into a bitter smirk, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, come on. You don’t get that close with Walker — arms locked, skin on skin and expect me to not notice?”

Your heart thudded loud and fast. “We were sparring, Barnes. You’re reading way too much into it.”

Bucky scoffed. “Whatever.”

You barely had time to catch your breath before Bucky lunged forward, his movements sharp and aggressive — like a storm about to break loose.

His fist came at you harder than necessary, forcing you to scramble back and dodge. This wasn’t training. This was punishment.

“You getting cozy with Walker?” His voice was low, clipped, cutting like a knife. “Don’t think I’m just gonna stand here and watch.”

His hand shot out, grabbing your arm with a grip that was rough and unyielding. You winced but didn’t pull away. Not yet.

“Not on my watch.”

Bucky closed the space between you, chest pressing against yours, fingers digging into your arm like a silent command. No words explaining it. No apologies.

Just the cold, hard truth of his possessiveness, raw and undeniable.

He dropped back into stance, voice sharp. “You want to spar? Fine. But don’t expect me to be gentle.”

Every strike was laced with frustration and something harsher — a need to remind you who was in control, without ever saying it.

And the tension between you? Thick enough to choke on.

The second Bucky’s hands locked around your waist, pulling you flush against him, your breath hitched, heart pounding. His metal hand closed over your wrists behind your back, holding you captive with a grip that was equal parts demanding and possessive.

You could feel the hard, unmistakable press of him — his arousal, firm and urgent against your lower back, the weight of it making your breath falter.

“Thought you could get close to Walker and not have to deal with me?” His voice was a low growl, rough with something dark and dangerous.

His breath ghosted over your ear, warm and intoxicating, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. Your body burned where his pressed against you, every nerve screaming with need.

Without warning, Bucky’s metal fingers tightened on your wrists, tilting your hands upward so he could lean in, lips brushing over your neck, trailing a rough kiss down to your shoulder.

You gasped as his body pressed harder, hips grinding just enough to make it impossible to ignore what was between you — the undeniable proof of how much he wanted you.

“Not so fast,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “You don’t get to tease me like that.”

His touch was rough, needy, his control slipping as his hands slid from your wrists to your waist, fingers digging in possessively. You could feel his arousal straining against the fabric of his pants, pressing into you with a hunger that matched your own.

Your skin tingled where his metal hand traced slow, demanding lines along your ribs, igniting a fire that burned hotter by the second.

You let out a soft gasp as his hips pressed into you again, the hard length of him undeniable. Heat flooded your core, your thighs pressing together instinctively. His breath was right against your neck, lips just barely grazing your skin.

You could’ve leaned into it, let him take what he clearly wanted — but instead, you smirked.

Then you twisted.

With a sharp pivot of your hips, you slipped out of his grip, ducking beneath his arm and spinning away. Bucky stumbled half a step, blinking like he hadn’t expected you to escape.

“Thought you were gonna teach me a lesson,” you said, breathless but smug as hell.

He turned slowly, eyes narrowing, jaw flexing hard. “You think this is a joke?”

You shrugged, backing into a loose stance. “I think you’re wound a little tight. What’s the matter, Barnes?” You tilted your head, letting your eyes flick deliberately down his body — right to the straining bulge in his pants. “Need a break?”

The fire in his eyes ignited.

He was on you in a flash.

This time when he moved, it wasn’t just precise — it was brutal, desperate, controlled only by the thinnest thread of restraint. His fists came hard and fast, forcing you to block, deflect, move. He wasn’t holding back anymore.

You ducked, landed a light kick to his thigh, then laughed when he caught your ankle mid-move and yanked, dragging you closer.

“Still think this is a game?” he hissed.

You were breathless, heart pounding, adrenaline and arousal tangling into one intoxicating buzz.

“Depends,” you teased, lips curling. “What do I win if I pin you?”

He growled and shoved you back, body surging forward to slam you to the mat. This time, it was no accident when his hips landed flush against yours.

No pretense. No holding back.

Just his hard cock pressing into your core, and his hand pinning both your wrists above your head.

His breath hit your cheek, ragged and heavy.

“You want to play?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Then fucking play.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Bucky hovered above you, pinning your wrists down hard against the mat. His chest heaved, muscles tense and trembling with restraint, but it was the weight of him between your legs that really made your head spin.

You shifted — just barely and that was all it took. Bucky’s hips snapped forward, grinding his cock against your clothed core with a force that stole your breath.

“You like teasing?” he growled, the sound rough, ragged. “Keep fucking squirming. See what happens.”

You did. Of course you did.

You tilted your hips up with slow defiance, grinding back against the thick heat of him beneath his tactical pants. The friction was maddening, perfectly filthy — your underwear soaked instantly as you dragged yourself along the length of him.

A dark, broken sound ripped from Bucky’s throat, and then he was moving — grinding into you with a rhythm that had your head rolling back and your thighs trembling.

His metal hand kept your wrists pinned above your head while his flesh hand gripped your hip, hard enough to bruise, dragging you into each thrust like he needed you to feel every inch of him through the layers.

“You don’t get to look at him like that,” Bucky hissed, rutting harder. “Don’t get to give that to anyone else.”

You gasped, back arching as his cock rubbed right where you needed it, again and again, pressure building fast and tight in your gut.

“Bucky—” you started, but he cut you off with another deep, grinding thrust.

“No.” His voice cracked, low and dangerous. “You wanna act like a brat, I’ll fuck it out of you right here.”

Your moan was shameless, head spinning as his cock rubbed against your clit just right, over and over, your core clenching around nothing, desperate and soaked and grinding back without shame.

His lips were at your jaw now, rough stubble scraping, breath hot as he fucked into you with relentless rhythm.

“You feel that?” he growled. “That’s what you do to me.”

And god — you could. Every thick, heavy inch of him dragging over your leggings and your throbbing clit, every possessive grind claiming you without a single word of affection.

Your back arched beneath him, body on fire, every nerve burning where his cock ground against your soaked leggins. The sounds you made — ragged, breathless, needy — only pushed him further.

“Fuck,” he growled, his lips grazing your neck. “You’re dripping. You wanted this, didn’t you?”

You nodded and before you could answer vocally, his grip shifted — your wrists still trapped in his metal hand as his other slid down, slow and rough, until his fingers curled beneath the waistband of your leggings.

And then — rip.

You gasped as the fabric tore in his fist, panties along with it, shredded like paper. Cool air rushed over your soaked pussy, your thighs twitching at the sudden exposure.

“Bucky—” you breathed, but the way he was looking at you — eyes dark, jaw clenched, starving— shut you right up.

“Look at you,” he muttered, fingers gliding through your wet folds, spreading the slick mess you’d made. “Grinding all over me like a desperate little thing.”

He didn’t wait for a reply. Two thick fingers slid inside you — deep. The stretch sudden and perfect, dragging a cry from your throat as your walls clamped down.

“Fuck, that’s tight,” he hissed, burying them knuckle-deep, his thumb brushing against your clit with brutal precision.

Your body jolted, legs shaking, and he just smirked.

“This what Walker gets?” he growled, curling his fingers just right. “Or is this all mine?”

You couldn’t answer — you couldn’t think. Every pump of his fingers sent sparks through your spine, your hips lifting, chasing more, chasing everything.

“Say it,” Bucky demanded, voice low and threatening. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to.”

He pushed in harder, rougher, hitting that spot that made your thighs quake.

Your moan broke into a whimper.

“It’s—” you choked. “Fuck—yours, Bucky—it’s yours—”

His thumb circled your clit, slow and punishing. “Damn right it is.”

His lips found your neck again, biting down just hard enough to mark you, all while his fingers fucked you open—relentless, possessive, and dripping with control he was seconds away from losing.

Bucky’s fingers pumped into you hard and deep, curling just right as your hips rolled helplessly beneath him. Your body was slick, trembling, pleasure coiling fast and tight in your belly. You were so close it hurt.

And just when you were about to fall apart—he pulled away.

“No—fuck, Bucky—” you gasped, reaching for him, hips twitching.

He didn’t say a word—just grabbed your thighs, spreading them wide, dragging you down the mat until your soaked pussy was right in front of him. You barely had time to breathe before—

His mouth was on you.

His tongue licked a long, slow stripe up your slit, collecting every drop of wetness before diving in, deep and hungry, like a man starved.

Your back arched, a cry breaking from your throat as he sucked your clit into his mouth, tongue circling with maddening pressure.

“Oh my god—Bucky—”

He groaned against you, the vibration sending a shock through your spine.

Then he pulled back just enough to speak, his voice low, dark, mean.

“Tell me,” he said, breath hot against your dripping pussy. “Could Walker ever make you feel like this?”

Your thighs trembled around his head, body burning with shame and arousal all at once.

“I—no—fuck, Bucky, no—”

He smirked, just barely, before burying his mouth between your legs again, licking and sucking like a man obsessed, like he was trying to drink every sound you made.

His hands held your thighs open, thumbs pressing bruises into your skin as his tongue fucked into you, slow at first, then faster, messier.

You were soaking his face, writhing under him, hips lifting off the mat in desperation.

“You’re fucking mine,” he growled, voice rough against your soaked heat. “No one else gets this.”

Then he sucked your clit hard and you shattered.

Your orgasm ripped through you, a scream tearing from your throat as you came on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head, whole body twitching uncontrollably.

But Bucky didn’t stop.

He kept licking, kept sucking, dragging every last wave from you until you were shaking, a broken mess beneath him.

Finally, he lifted his head — his mouth wet with your slick, eyes dark and burning.

“Next time you think about sparring with Walker,” he said, voice wrecked, “remember what I do to you.”

You were still shaking from the orgasm he pulled out of you with his mouth — slick, breathless, your body twitching as he rose up over you, his face glistening with you.

Bucky’s hands slid under your thighs, lifting them roughly as he shoved his tactical pants down just enough to free his cock—and fuck, he was thick, flushed, leaking at the tip, already hard and twitching.

He didn’t give you a second to breathe.

He dragged the head of his cock through your soaked folds, slow and deliberate, coating himself in your slick before lining up at your entrance.

“Walker wouldn’t know what to do with you,” he growled, dark eyes fixed on your ruined body beneath him. “He couldn’t handle this.”

And then he slammed into you — deep.

You choked on your breath, nails digging into the mat as his cock split you open, stretching you so full you thought you’d lose your mind.

“Bucky—” you gasped, but he just grabbed your waist, pulling you into another brutal thrust.

“Say my name again,” he growled, snapping his hips forward. “Let the whole fucking tower hear who’s making you feel like this.”

“Bucky—oh my god—”

He fucked you like he meant it. Like every thrust was a punishment and a reward all at once. Deep, fast, grinding into you so hard your whole body shifted up the mat.

One hand pinned your hip while the other—the metal one—gripped your throat, not tight enough to hurt, just enough to hold.

“Mine,” he hissed, thrusting deep and slow now, cock dragging over your g-spot. “You understand me?”

You were crying out with every stroke, legs wrapped around him, back arching as the head of his cock hit you just right again and again.

“I said—do you fucking understand me?”

“Yes—yes, Bucky, yours—”

“That’s right,” he grunted, voice wrecked. “This pussy, this body — all fucking mine.”

He pulled out almost completely — just the tip barely inside — then slammed back in with a growl that sounded like it came from deep in his chest.

You shattered again, coming hard around him, clenching so tight he cursed loud, barely holding on.

He dropped his head into the crook of your neck, fucking you through it, grinding his cock into your spasming walls like he needed to burn your name into his skin.

And then he snapped — hips stuttering, breath ragged, and with a broken, desperate grunt.

He came inside you. Deep and hot. Filling you up.

He didn’t pull out. He stayed there, breathing hard, forehead pressed to yours, cock still twitching as he spilled every last drop into you.

The mat beneath you was soaked. Your legs were trembling. And Bucky?

Still didn’t move.

Still inside you.

Still possessive as hell.

Your body was limp, fucked-out and buzzing, still quivering around the load Bucky had just spilled deep inside you. You were warm, stretched full, his cock still hard as he stayed buried in you for a few long, heady moments.

Then, finally, he pulled out with a thick, wet sound — your walls clenching around nothing, the sudden emptiness making you gasp.

You felt it almost immediately. The slow, sticky drip of his cum sliding out of you.

But Bucky didn’t move away.

His gaze dropped between your legs, jaw clenched, and you could feel the way he was watching it—the way he watched himself leak out of you.

And then he looked up at you. Eyes darker than sin.

“Not done,” he muttered.

You opened your mouth to ask what he meant — but then his metal hand slid down your stomach and between your legs.

Two fingers — cold, slick, thick — pushed into your still-sensitive cunt.

You cried out, hips jerking, but Bucky held you down, his flesh hand gripping your thigh as he pumped those fingers deep inside you, slow and deliberate.

“Keep it in,” he growled, curling his fingers. “You think I’m gonna let it go to waste?”

Your head dropped back against the mat, spine arching as he fucked you with his fingers, thrusting everything he’d spilled back into you.

“Made you take every drop,” he whispered, lips brushing your ear now. “And now you’re gonna hold it. You hear me?”

Your cunt fluttered around his fingers, overstimulated and soaked again already.

He pushed deeper, scissoring you open, fucking his cum back inside like it belonged there.

“You were made for this,” he murmured, tongue dragging slow and hot against your neck. “To take me. To be filled by me.”

You whimpered, trembling as his thumb found your clit and circled it — lazy, almost cruel.

“God, look at you,” he rasped. “Still so fucking tight. You think Walker could do this to you? Make you this full? This messy?”

You moaned his name, your legs shaking, your body giving in all over again.

“Say it,” he said, voice sharp against your throat. “Say who this pussy belongs to.”

“You, Bucky—fuck—yours—”

“That’s right,” he growled, fingers curling just right.

You came again — a raw, desperate sound tearing from your throat as you clenched around his fingers, body rocking helplessly as he fucked you through it, never letting a single drop escape.

He didn’t stop until you were crying — sobbing his name, broken and full and so far gone you didn’t even know where you ended and he began.

And even then, his fingers stayed buried in you, possessive and proud.

“Next time you even think about sparring with Walker, remember how I filled you first.”

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