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You Know Better, Don't You?

Dark!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Word Count: 3.0k (I'm so so soooo sorry)

Summary: Bucky doesn't like being told to move on. Ex-boyfriends are a pain in the ass.

🚨WARNINGS🚨: 18+, Dark!Fic, DUB CON, smut, unprotected sex, minor domestic violence, swearing, cheating and Bucky being an all around douche muffin.

A/N: Warnings serve a purpose. This ain't your thing, keep scrolling. That being said, this is my first time writing dark fanfic. It is all unbeta'd. All mistakes are my own. Thank you guys for reading. Your support means the world to me.

xxIndiglow's MASTER LIST

You kissed your boyfriend goodbye twice on his lips before he smacked your ass loudly and reluctantly walked to his car. Nico wanted to stay over, but you reminded him that he had an early flight that he needed to get ready for. With a smile you promised that you'd make up for lost time once he returned. You waited for him to drive off before you stopped waving and went back inside.

After locking the door you decided to straighten up your living room before calling it a night. With the speakers softly playing Alina Baraz you hummed along softly, dusted here, fluffed there, and huffed heavily while thinking about how your super soldier ex-boyfriend made having company a bit difficult.

Bucky Barnes was a soldier to his core. He was always being whisked away with Sam at a moments' notice. After 4 years of trying to keep on a brave face, being alone for so long finally became too much. Either he was gone and you were worried, or he was home but still feeling like he was ready to move out again.

Breaking up with him was anything but easy. It still isn't easy as the deed seems to be ongoing for the last ten months. Bucky made it clear from the second that your lips uttered the words "separate ways" that he wasn't done with you. You already owned a home together. You'd talked about marriage and possibly kids. As much as it broke your heart to even think about letting him go, your need to have a partner be home with you mentally as well as physically took over.

You pondered how things with Nico were going great the last three months. Luckily, your boyfriend only had a single run in with Bucky. The previous prospects weren't so lucky. While out on a walk in the park with Nico, Bucky just so happened to be walking as well. He did his rehearsed and seemingly innocent introduction followed by a bone crushing handshake with the man. Nico appeared to be a bit intimidated from the jump, but you didn't think much of it as Bucky had a fairly strong presence with just about everyone. It did give you pause after you received a text message from Bucky later that night instructing you to "get rid of that bitch or I'll do it for you."

You couldn't count how many times you'd told Sgt. Barnes to stay away and move on. For a trained soldier he was absolute shit at following orders. However, he was extraordinarily good at sneaking up on you in unexpected places as well as fucking you out of all reasonable thinking.

You turned off the vacuum and shook away the memory of holding on to railing for dear life. A remnant of the last time he'd found you leaving a restaurant after a date had ended. He'd snatched you up quick and pulled you down to a side stairway outside of the building. After he'd pinned you down on the steps and fucked stars into your spinning vision, he left you pantiless and dripping his cum with the promise of killing any opportunity for a second date. Although you were determined to not let him or his ungodly dick ruin anything else for you, a second date never happened.

You were tired and didn't want to amp yourself up with past mistakes and thigh tingling memories. When you were done giving everything a once over in the living room your mind began to settle. You put away the leftover food that you and Nico enjoyed then turned off all of the lights before heading back towards your bedroom to sleep.

Your eyes shot open at the sound of paper crinkling and glass clinks. Was that coming from the kitchen? You asked yourself. You grabbed your phone preparing to call for help. The time reading 3:14am. Still fuzzy from being awakened so suddenly, you tried to get out of bed as quickly and quietly as possible. Being a single woman living alone, you had a gun, but you would've had to make too much noise getting it from the closet. The next best thing was the baseball bat that Nico just so happened to leave in the hallway. You stepped out of the bedroom and swiftly grabbed it. Putting the phone in your nightshirt and angling the bat for an intruder's head you made your way toward the kitchen where the noise was definitely coming from.

"Do you even know how to play baseball?" a familiar voice asked while not caring enough to turn around and look at you.

Your shoulders relaxed as you eased your way closer to the refrigerator where Bucky's back was turned as he rifled through your food. His form was illuminated by the combined fridge and stove overhead lights.

"Haha… ha, asshole. You scared me half to death!" you huffed out in a deadpan tone.

Bucky finally stood up, his arm balancing multiple Tupperware bowls. He turned, sat them down and moved toward you to snatch the bat out of your hand. It tumbled to the floor as he eyed your cleavage and grabbed your phone out as well. He glanced down at it, touching the screen. You assumed he was checking to make sure you hadn't called the cops.

"Yeah? How much damage were you planning to do with a practice bat and bad form while half asleep?" he asked. He diddled on your phone a few more seconds then tossed it down before opening, sniffing, and closing the feast he'd laid out on the kitchen island.

You silently watched him sit aside what he did and didn't want as your racing heart returned to normal. Glancing around at what you could immediately see, you checked that the windows and back door were still locked. You wondered how Bucky even got into the house undetected. Before you could ask you noticed he'd finally settled on the lasagna you and Nico made earlier. He motioned to put it in the microwave before you blurted out that Nico had made that for you and you wanted it for lunch later. He wordlessly dropped the entire bowl into the trash can and grabbed a different container to warm up.

"I told you to get rid of him," he said, still not looking at you.

"Bucky, you need to leave," you rolled your eyes and replied in a leveled tone.

"Don't roll your eyes at me again. You're out of beer."

"I'm not your girlfriend, this isn't your house…anymore, buy your own damn beer. You need to go. I'm tired, I have to work, just -," your words were cut off before you even saw him move.

In a flash your back was slammed against the wall behind you. Bucky's face was inches from yours with his metal arm across your chest. If he wasn't looking at you before, you were all that he could see now. His expression was tired and angry.

"I warned you, Sweetheart. I let you have your fun with this one long enough while I was away. Be smart about this. Call him…end it now… or I will end it for you" Bucky threatened through clenched teeth. He punctuated his last statement with an animalistic growl that you'd only heard once before.

He was holding your chest down so hard that you began to wheeze for air. He allowed you to wiggle away from his grasp to catch your breath. Anger spread through you like wildfire. Who the hell did Bucky think he was? Breaking into your house? Eating your food? Threatening your love life? He had no right. To hell with that. To hell with him!

"I don't know what the hell you -" again, your words were cut off by the loud crashing sound your body made when Bucky grabbed your arm and flung you into the front of the refrigerator.

The shock of being slung so forcefully snatched the remainder of your sentence right out of your mouth. The hard plastic magnets holding up reminder slips and photos all came crashing down around your feet. They echoed in the thick silence as they hit the floor and bounced on the tiles. The microwave beeped obnoxiously but it did nothing to cut into the tension between the two of you. Being closer to the stoves' overhead light you were able to get a better look at him. He was heaving hard in your face. His breath was laced with a scent you hadn't smelled since Thor's last party. He hadn't shaved in days, his hair was oily and eyes were more tired than you'd initially thought.

Your mind finally catching up to what had just happened, you opened your mouth to say something but no words formed. Tears began to burn at the corners of your eyes when the pain in your arm shot up and across your back.

"Tears? For me, darling? How sweet," Bucky spat out with exaggerated delight.

He clutched your nightshirt and dragged you in for a kiss. It's stiff and unexpected. He pulls back and has to take in a breath to suppress his simmering annoyance.

"Aw, don't be like that, sweetheart. I haven't seen you in weeks. Don't you miss me at all?" his last question was hardened with hostility.

He gripped your jaw so hard that it forced your mouth open. You groaned with reluctance but that was swiftly cut off by Bucky's own moan of arousal. His tongue skipped along yours in a familiar rhythm. In your waning haze, this familiarity became a welcome footing to keep you steady. You remembered this. He was right. Damn him, he was right. You did miss him. You found yourself latching onto his way of coaxing your tongue further onto his mouth, his way of nipping at your lips to make you giggle as well as his vibranium hand gripping your waist before traveling down to squeeze your ass.

Before you knew it, tiny moans made an escape through your mouth. Desperate gasps between the both of you filled the silence as you pushed your body onto him. He brought both of his arms down to the backs of your thighs to hoist you up around his waist.

The abrupt movement brought back the pain in your back and your eyes flew open in alarm. Recalling how you'd gotten in this position in the first place you moved to push yourself off of Bucky, but he had you securely wrapped around him. He moved quicker towards the bedroom and let you peel yourself off of him.

"Don't fight this. Don't forget where you belong. To whom… you belong to," he said while undressing himself.

Too fast. Everything was moving too fast. Bucky was insane if he thought he could act so crudely and still expect you to welcome him into your bed. Before you could protest he was on you again. His lips on yours, on your neck, nipping at your collarbone. He ripped your nightshirt off in one movement and ducked to take a nipple into his mouth. That was your undoing. His tongue snaked around and you mewled at his touch.

"You're only allowed to roll your eyes when my face is between your legs. You should know that by now," he stated referencing your earlier infraction.

Looking up at you, he made his way down your body. Kissing every part of your exposed skin that he could get to. He ripped your underwear as well. Another pair down the drain, you thought.

He licked the memory of Nico right out of you. Every flick of his tongue brought your mind back to linger on a moment with Bucky. Every swirl from his fingers replaced each thought of a future with Nico with renewed fantasies with Bucky. Every slurp that reverberated against the bedroom walls brought you closer to cumming in his face. With a final series of swirling and calculated maneuvers, cumming in Bucky's face is exactly what you did. You gripped his hair and moaned loudly, your face frozen momentarily in bliss. He allowed you to lazily come down and lounge in your afterglow. He calmed you with butterfly kisses and languid bites to your inner thighs, loving the way you whispered his name in unrestrained ecstacy.

Tears began to prickle at your eyes again when the arch in your back brought back the pain in your arm as well.

"Aww, sweetheart. I never meant to hurt you. You know that, don't you?" Bucky asked rising to wipe away the tears that freed themselves. His voice was artificially sweet. It was uncomfortable to hear.

Your shiny arousal stuck to his face, matting his untrimmed beard in some places and making his nose glisten obscenely in the moonlight. Shame washed over you at the thought of how you opened up with barely a fight over his kiss. You knew better than this… Didn't you?

You didn't have time to ponder the intricacies of love and manipulation as Bucky worked to flip you over. Before you could vocally protest he had you faced down and ass up, just the way he liked you. He slid in raw with ease. Your cum and his spit made for the slickest lubrication.

Determined to make you feel every inch of his cock, Bucky wasted no time working up to a medium pace to get your hips working to fuck him back properly. Pretty soon he was thrusting with hard strokes, being sure to make you hear how your ass clapped back at him. You weren't quite sure what spurred him on more, the sinful screams that his cock managed to wrench from you, or his bubbling rage at the fact that you hadn't gotten rid of the Nico when he said so.

Being fucked so thoroughly the way you've grown accustomed to didn't allow you to dwell on such useless observations. You heard Bucky's mumbling about how good your heat felt for him and shuddered at the expletives he spat under his breath. He reached down to your hand and guided it to your pussy. The cool metal of the tags around his neck making you shiver. Both yours and his fingers toyed with your clit in sync making tight, toe curling figure 8's. The sensation sparked a million lightning bolts across your field of vision. The world went silent for what felt like hours as your body tensed with your second release.

You felt Bucky turn his upper body in the opposite direction of you and chuckle. Bastard. He was probably looking into the mirror next to the door.

"What a pussy," you heard him mumble.

Not wanting to give him anymore smug satisfaction, you clamped your eyes shut and pulled the nearest pillow into your mouth. Biting down on it to stifle your scream, irritation surged through Bucky instantly.

"No!" he exclaimed, roughly snatching the pillow and tossing it to the floor. "You wanna scream? Hmm? Answer me!" he demanded when your response got caught in your throat.

"I've got neighbors, Bucky. I was trying to be courteous," you lied quickly.

"Yeah? Well courtesy my nuts. You know better than that. If this dick feels good to you then you'd better scream like you mean it. Make me believe you want more. You got it ?" He asked sternly.

"Yeah… I got it," you replied, finally giving in to his commands.

He pushed your head back down and began to stroke you slower. This time being sure to massage into the sore spots he'd caused earlier. One side of you wanted to throw him out, to yell, be upset and tell him to never come back. The other side was stuck, suspended in time and drooling into the mattress as Bucky whispered about how you needed to be reminded of where home was.

All thoughts from both sides were halted as you felt him pound into you harder and then freeze as he spurted into you freely. Covering your walls with all of him and feeling the sheer volume of his release spill out of you made your walls take like a vice grip onto his length. It trickled down and pooled near your clit before it spilled over again and collected into the sheets below you.

Bucky groaned loudly before giving your right ass cheek a final slap and rolling off of you. He landed on the bed at your right side. His eyes closed and a satisfied grin at his lips.

Breathlessly, you rolled over onto your back. With the weight of recent events now beginning to set in, you swallowed thickly. How were you going to untangle yourself from Bucky now that you'd given into him even more. Then there was Nico. What words could you say to him that wouldn't sound like you'd already betrayed him? In the lingering silence you'd heard the microwave beep again. The food Bucky was reheating had long been forgotten.

You got up to quiet the shrill reminder and was stopped short by Nico's baseball bat being sat upright in the doorway. Hadn't Bucky tossed it on the kitchen floor? The realization hitting you like a ton of bricks made you stumble backwards into the bed.

"Bucky! Look! The bat, it - "

Your warning was cut short by the sight of Bucky easily tucking his arms behind his head and huffing an unbothered breath.

"Don't worry about it. I heard him lock the door when he left," Bucky responded.

When he left? What does that mean? Who? When who left? Your mind was running a mile a minute and then another realization hit you. You turned to Bucky with fury in your eyes.

"What did you do?!" you asked.

"I told you, Sweetheart. If you didn't get rid of him then I would." After a long pause under your furious gaze he popped one eye opened and added, "I also told you that your birthday is a terrible pass code for your phone."

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