A Winter's Dance

You knew you shouldn't have worn the blue dress.

It had been a toss up between this one and the black one, but of course Natasha had insisted on dressing you in the most inconvenient one at her disposal. You had put up a strong fight, but no amount of arguing on your part could challenge her once she'd set her mind to something.

And now, here you were, three hours into this farce of a mission, stood at the side of the hotel ballroom the antithesis of inconspicuous. It wasn't that you looked bad or stood out for the wrong reasons. In fact, you had probably never looked better. The rich blue silk rippled across your skin delicately, ghosting across your figure as gently as a lover's touch. The gown was cut close to your body, hugging your waist before plunging around and down your back, the fabric meeting at the bottom of your spine. Since the back was so exposed, you had been forced to forgo a bra this evening, and you couldn't help but be acutely aware of your nipples brushing up against the cloth.

Neither, it seemed, could the rest of the party. Natasha had warned you to try and relieve some of the 'bitch stare' as she so eloquently put it, but you couldn't stop yourself from staring daggers at anyone who dared let their eyes linger too freely.

You sighed as you rolled your neck, half-heartedly trying to massage away the knot of muscle in your shoulder, as you surveyed the ballroom. You had always been wound up pretty tight, what with all the intense training and lack of rest that was the norm in your life – but lately the stress had piled up higher than usual, and your body was feeling the strain. It had been one mission after another recently, always chasing down leads but never yielding any actual results. Frustrating didn't even begin to cover it.

Much to your dismay, it seemed tonight was going in the same direction. You and Bucky had left the compound in high spirits, finally confident in the information you had garnered to lead you towards your target tonight. The plan was clear cut and easy; schmooze your way round the party, identify the corrupt agent, and do whatever was needed to get the necessary intel. You had assumed you would be done and dusted in less than an hour, with time spare to enjoy a few rounds of drinks and dancing, but now it looked as if the mission wasn't just a drag but a complete bust.

'You'll get frown lines if you're not careful doll,' said Bucky, his voice making you start as he spoke from behind you. All his years of training had gifted him the ability to move so stealthily across a room that oftentimes you couldn't even sense his presence till he was right there. It still unnerved you how well he could blend into the background if he wanted to, even with his considerable size and powerful disposition.

'Speak for yourself,' you replied drily, raising an eyebrow as you turned to face him. His signature smirk crept onto his face at your retort, before he extended a hand out in invitation to you. You surveyed it for a moment before lightly placing your hand in his, his callused fingertips rough against your skin as he led you over to the dance floor. You let him take you into a traditional dance hold as you swayed in time to the music, the proximity between you allowing you to communicate in a nondescript whisper.

'Any advances?' he asked, the light tone gone from his voice as he switched to business mode.

'Not a one,' you replied, cautious to keep your features relaxed just on the off chance anyone was watching you.

He sighed discontentedly, his jaw clenching in the way it always did when he was irritated about something. Though you didn't have much to say to each other since there were no new mission details to discuss, you were resigned to finish the dance with him, else it look suspicious to onlookers. Not that it was a problem particularly – his presence meant most of the letching you had been receiving was diminished, as no man wanted to pick a fight with his domineering figure. That being said, you yourself felt a little bit distracted being pressed so close to his chest, his hand grazing across the exposed skin on your back. You knew it was wrong, knew you should restrain yourself from being attracted to him, but it was bloody difficult when he deigned to send a flirtatious remark your way, or god forbid was paired with you in training. The number of times you had found yourself in rather compromising positions during sparring, his body weight pressed against yours….

You shook your head slightly, pulling yourself back to the present. Thankfully, Bucky also looked rather wrapped up in his own thoughts, so evidently hadn't noticed your lapse in attention. It wasn't your fault really - if the frustration of the mission was one thing, it was nothing compared to the personal frustration you were feeling. Between all the training and recon, you had had no time for yourself recently, and any time you did have was spent catching up on vital hours of sleep. Which meant there had been little to no opportunity to give yourself any form of sexual relief, even if it was just you and your trusty vibrator.

All in all, you were a pent-up ball of nerves. Any and every sensation was heightened, and this dance, not to mention that goddamn fine cut tux Bucky was wearing… well they certainly weren't helping. You cursed Natasha again for forcing you into this dress, certain that the constant stimulation to your bare nipples was only causing to aid the situation.

'You're glaring again,' Bucky murmured into your ear, his face suddenly much closer than you'd anticipated, his beard just grazing across your bare shoulder.

'You would be too if you were wearing this dress,' you muttered, though you didn't wish to divulge any more of an explanation to the true thoughts running through your head.

'I'm not sure it would fit me doll, but I certainly have no complaints about the way it fits you,' he challenged, leaning back just a little so his eyes could meet yours. You were struck by the intensity behind his eyes as he looked, not just at you, but almost into you. You had flirted with Bucky before, sure, it was part and parcel of the banter you shared, but this, this strength of intention on his part was a whole new ballpark. You felt trapped under his gaze, tuned out completely to the world around you, yet hyperaware of every morsel of skin that fell under his touch. You suddenly had to remind yourself how to breathe as you swallowed nervously, heat rising to your cheeks.

How could he do that to you? One comment, one stare, and you had turned to mush. You prided yourself on being made of stronger stuff than that, not some silly twit who would become devoid of brain cells in the presence of someone with a six pack. Still, the odds were stacked against you, what with your frayed nerves and the fact that Bucky knew exactly what he was doing when it came to this sort of thing.

'Alright you two, we're gonna call it a wrap on this one.' Nat's voice rang in your ear through your comm, louder than you'd expected. You ran your tongue alongside the inside of your mouth in irritation, another failed mission to add to the ever-growing collection. Your only consolation was that it meant you might at least get an early night tonight, and maybe an opportunity to try and draw away some of the sexual frustration with your toys.

'Sure,' Bucky replied to Nat, his voice back to cool and business-like. You were surprised that he wasn't showing the same reaction as you; you had thought the whole team was sharing in the mutual grief that things kept slipping out of your grasp. But instead, there was a glint of something in his eyes, something almost mischievous and wicked.

'The car's waiting for you when you're ready,' said Nat, which you took as your cue to leave, slowly detaching yourself from Bucky's hold. Oddly, Bucky didn't seem in such a rush, though he still consented to let you out of his grasp and sauntered alongside you towards the doors. You couldn't for the life of you imagine what had put such a spring in his step – though now you thought about it he had been acting strangely all night. Maybe his brain really was still fucked from all those years of abuse.

You arrived at the cloakroom near the doors, politely signalling to the attendant to retrieve your coat. The foyer was considerably colder than the ballroom, and you were keen to finally have the opportunity to cover up, though flashes of your skin still felt warm from where Bucky had brushed against them earlier. The attendant reached over the stall to pass over your coat, and you headed for the exit, though not before Bucky grasped your forearm and pulled you through another door into a nearby stairwell.

'Bucky what the fu-?' you demanded, looking up at him in confusion.

'Shh doll,' he hushed, placing a finger over your lips, a devilish smile on his newly animated face. 'Actually Nat, I think we'll hang around a bit longer thanks,' he said into the comm, before neatly pulling it out of his ear, not giving her a chance to respond.

You looked at him, baffled, not understanding what was happening apart from the fact he appeared to be losing his mind and you were, once again, stood far too close to each other. He took his finger away from your lips slowly, though his eyes remained trained on your mouth, as his hand went to brush a tendril of hair behind your ear and swiftly yanked the comm out of it, placing it tidily in his pocket.

You opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but before a sound could escape you, his hand crept round your skull and pulled your face towards his, your lips crushing together with surprising force. Almost instinctively, your lips began to move in tandem with his, your body pressing against him before your mind could even process what was happening. By the time you had caught up to the reality of the situation, his other arm had snaked around your waist, the vibranium cool on your bare flesh. The cold metal seemed to force you into action as you grew hungry with need, and your hands traced up his neck to his head, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He let out a throaty groan at your ministrations, turning the two of you around as he detached himself from your lips and pressed you against the wall. You gasped as he not-so-gently shoved you into the brick, the breath allowing his tongue to delve into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your own. You couldn't quite comprehend everything that was happening, the sudden onslaught of sensation doing nothing to satiate you, but everything to heighten your wants and desires. You couldn't believe just how good he felt pressed up against you, the way his hard muscles seemed to add an unyielding pressure that sent electric sparks through your body.

'Bucky,' you moaned, your head falling back against the cold brick as he removed his mouth from yours, peppering small kisses along your jawline and down your throat. He reached his hands around and grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall above your head, leaving you powerless and expose to him. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin of your throat, no doubt leaving marks that would need covering up later, though that was the farthest thing from your mind right now. Your hips involuntarily grinded up against his, your body desperate to respond to him in any way possible. You could feel him, his hard cock, through his trousers, and you knew enough from seeing him at the gym to know it was a considerable size.

'Fuck doll,' he breathed raspily, pulling away from your neck to look at you, his lips swollen as you were sure yours already were. He took his hand away, splaying his metal fingers wider so he was securing both your wrists in one hand. He trailed his finger down the side of your body, curving underneath your breast and running down over your ribcage. 'You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this,' he murmured, his blue eyes dark with lust.

You couldn't even put into words how much you needed him right now, though the wetness between your thighs that was beginning to seep through your dress was something of a giveaway. He hadn't even touched you down there yet, but already your cunt was pulsing in anticipation. You couldn't believe the effect he had on you, how you longed for him to be inside you, filling you up.

'Let's go,' he said, huskily, taking you by the hand and leading you up the stairs. He moved with his usual stealthy gait, but your legs had practically turned to jelly, not to mention the stilettos you were wearing weren't exactly designed for tackling stairs. You stumbled on the first set of steps, causing Bucky to growl impatiently, before slinging you over his shoulder with ease. He carried you effortlessly up the steps, and kicked the door open at the top, placing you down next to him fairly gently considering the roughness of his other actions.

You found yourself in the hotel corridor, doors lining each side. Bucky smirked at you cockily, grabbing hold of the handle of the nearest door and yanking it off with his strong metal grip. The door swung open easily, and you questioned how such a niche display of strength could be such a turn on.

'Impressive,' you said raising your eyebrows at him, trying to keep yourself from revealing too much amazement in your voice. He said nothing back, instead just sliding his gaze up and down your body, shaking his head slightly as he scratched his beard, nothing but lust in his eyes. The appreciative note in his look sparked something in you, and you felt yourself physically preen in front of him, his approval like a drug you were intoxicated on. You turned slowly, giving Bucky a full view of your body, before walking slinkily into the hotel room, your fingers trailing across the wall.

'You coming?' you said softly, looking over your shoulder. He was still standing in the doorway, his hand scratching the stubble on his jaw, as he looked at you, dazed. The faux innocence in your tone, however, seemed to break him out his reverie, and a shiver went down your spine as his head cocked to one side and his eyes narrowed slightly.

Faster than you could even comprehend, he slammed the door shut, blocked it with a chair, and crossed the room, towering over you as he pressed you back against the bed.

'You ought to be careful trying to get cocky with me doll,' he growled, any hint of the game-playing Bucky gone. You felt your knees buckle beneath you in anticipation, your body collapsing onto the edge of the bed. You could have sworn you felt the smugness radiating off Bucky at your reaction, but before you could take in his face, his hands were round your waist and he was pushing you back onto the plush bedding. His face hovered over yours, and you lifted your head in order to kiss him, but he simply pulled back, shaking his head arrogantly.

'No, no doll, I think it's time you learned some patience.'

You whined as he descended on you, his mouth teasing your collarbones, nipping and sucking on the tender skin. He grabbed the front of your dress, ripping it clean off your body with such force you knew there'd be no redeeming it. You gasped as your breasts were exposed to the cool air, your nipples already hard from the waves of arousal that were crashing through your body. You were vaguely aware that the small lace thong you were wearing did little to conceal the wetness between your thighs, but you were so wrapped up in the moment that any layer of clothing between the two of you felt obtuse and wrong.

'Fuck doll, your body is just perfect,' he whispered. He stood back, admiring you splayed out beneath him. Slowly, he removed his jacket, folding it over his arm and placing it on the chair next to him as casually as ever.

'Play with yourself.' He motioned with his finger for you to push your panties to the side, your body obeying his commands before you could even really take in what he was saying. You were so desperate for some relief, but you couldn't take your eyes off him as he nonchalantly started to unbutton his shirt.

'Do I need to ask a second time?' You whimpered as his fingers halted in their progress, presumably waiting for you to get with the programme first. You pushed the lace to the side, running a finger up along your slit, your eyes widening as Bucky unbuttoned his shirt further, allowing you a glimpse at the muscular torso you knew lay beneath. You dipped a finger into your hot wetness, moaning at the stimulation you could grant yourself at long last, though still longing for more. The exhibitionist in you was thriving as you watched Bucky lick his lips, clearly enjoying the show.

'Another finger,' he ordered.

You were more than happy to oblige, working yourself into a rhythm as you pumped in and out. Your head fell back and your eyes closed as you felt the pleasure building up, and you snaked your other hand down your body to your clit, rubbing circles on the little ball of nerves.

'Fuck… Bucky…I'm gonna cum,' you groaned, picturing his hard cock replacing your fingers as you worked yourself enthusiastically.

'Not until I say,' you heard him bark sharply. But the authoritative tone in his voice only served to push you further towards your edge, and you were unable to stop yourself from the sweet, sweet climax that was edging nearer and nearer…

Suddenly, you felt his firm grip on your arms, so strong that you had no choice but to cease your actions. Your eyes fluttered open as you looked up at him, the desperation clear in your face. He was entirely shirtless now, his abs glistening with a thin layer of sweat, his erection evident through his trousers. You wanted nothing more than to feel him inside you, stretching you open, taking your body for whatever purpose he saw fit.

'Tell me what you want,' he hushed intently, brushing a finger along the inside of your thigh.

You whimpered at your predicament, squirming underneath his grasp, unable to even press your thighs together to create the friction you so badly needed. 'Please Bucky… God..'

'Tell. Me. What. You. Want,' he snarled, punctuating each word with a harsh slap to your inner thigh, sending shockwaves of pain and pleasure through your body.

'I want you Bucky… please I need you,' you cried out desperately.

'Good girl,' he smirked, releasing his grip on you and lowering his face down between your legs. 'Fuck you're just dripping wet for me aren't you doll?'

You moaned as you felt his tongue lick your slit, his hands firmly on your thighs, spreading them apart so he could fully devour you. He circled your swollen clit with his tongue, nudging the sensitive nub as your body continued to come apart for him. You gritted your teeth as you felt a cool vibranium finger enter your hot sex, curling upwards to find your g spot. The contrasting ice to your heat was so intense it was almost painful, but with each stroke you felt yourself be pushed further and further towards your release.

'Fuck you're so tight, I can feel that greedy little pussy clenching around me,' Bucky praised. Your stomach flipped at his words, and the breath caught in your throat as you felt him press another digit inside you, stretching you with his long fingers.

You were so close, only holding back because you couldn't bear for this moment to pass. Your lips were parted, your mouth open in a silent scream, your back arching away from the bed as you clutched at the sheets beneath you. Small tremors shook your body as you felt Bucky flick your clit with his tongue, expertly teasing you to the last ounce of your self-control.

'Are you gonna cum for me doll? Are you gonna cum all over my fingers like a good little slut?'

You could do nothing but nod, the ability to form words far beyond you by now. Tears were beginning to form in the corner of your eyes, the pleasure was so intense, so long awaited.

'Cum for me baby.'

Your body reacted instantly to his permission, your orgasm crashing through you like a tsunami. Your whole body seized, your brain short-circuiting so all you were aware of was the seemingly never-ending pleasure racing through you. You felt the wetness gushing out of you, no doubt drenching Bucky in your sweet juices.

After what seemed like a lifetime, you finally remembered how to breathe again, your eyes opening to see Bucky, a sadistic grin on his face.

'Taste yourself,' he ordered, pulling your boneless body up to a kneeling position, before pushing two fingers past your lips, still slightly open as you caught your breath. You licked his fingers clean, never once losing eye contact with him, totally submissive to his desires.

'Hmm such a good fucking girl for me,' he crooned, his praise warming your cheeks. He pushed the hair back from your face tenderly, extracting his vibranium fingers from your mouth and trailing them softly along your jawline.

'Does my little fuck doll want more?' he asked, though you knew he had his answer kneeling right in front of him.

'Yes… please… I want more,' you whimpered, anxious to serve him, to make him feel good.

'Good,' he murmured, wrapping his hand around your throat, putting just enough pressure on your airway to keep you breathless. 'Now let's put this pretty mouth to use, shall we?'

You nodded enthusiastically, your hand immediately going to stroke his erection. You leaned into his crotch, placing small kisses over where his cock lay in his pants whilst your hands went to work unbuttoning his trousers. You gulped as you pulled his hard length out; it was even bigger than you had imagined, long and girthy to the extent you almost wondered how it would fit inside you.

A small drop of precum was leaking out the tip and you extended your tongue out to catch it, keeping your eyes fixed upwards so Bucky could see you. You watched his jaw clench as you made contact with the head, flicking your tongue round the most sensitive area. You licked along the vein on the underside of his cock, mapping out every ridge with your tongue as slowly as you could bear.

'Fuck…' he groaned under his breath. 'No more teasing doll, I want you to take it all okay?'

You nodded with pleasure, the signal enough for Bucky to grab your hair and hold your head still as he sunk into your mouth. You gagged as he hit the back of your throat, reminding yourself to breathe through your nose so you could take every inch of him.

'That's a good girl,' he moaned.

Your eyes glowed with pride as you let him use your mouth, increasing the pace as he thrusted relentlessly in and out of you. Tears leaked from your eyes as you worked his cock, black trails of mascara marking your cheeks. You were aware of the spit dripping down your chin, but you didn't bother to wipe it away, instead letting it lubricate his journey in and out of you. You couldn't even begin to imagine how wanton you looked right now, on your knees for him, completely at his mercy.

'Fuck you look so hot like that doll,' he said, pulling out of your mouth and wiping the saliva from your face.

He shrugged out of his trousers and pants, your eyes raking over his strong, muscular thighs. You couldn't believe this was actually happening, that this Adonis of a man was yours, and you were his.

'Please Bucky…' you begged, any former ideal of pride abandoned as your body radiated with need.

'You want me to fuck you, doll? You want my big, hard cock in that tight little pussy?'

'Yes, yes, please!'

He shook his head slightly, a small smile on his face, evidently contemplating the same things as you. Using his arms to keep himself propped up above you, he lowered his head and met your lips with a passionate kiss, nibbling on your lower lip. As he increased the intensity of the kiss, he pushed himself inside you at long last. You groaned throatily as you felt yourself stretch to encompass him, your wetness more than enough lubrication for him to enter.

He started off slow, letting you feel every inch of him rubbing in and out of you, the pace so torturous you almost couldn't stand it.

'Fuck, you're so goddamn tight around me,' he exclaimed, your name like a prayer on his lips. Your nails clawed down his back as you pulled him close to you, despising any part of your body that was not connected with his. You felt your cunt walls clench around him in anticipation, your body so responsive to every little move he made.

A slew of profanities escaped his mouth at the added stimulation. 'You want it faster, doll?'

'Fuck, yes, please, give it to me faster!'

You whimpered as you felt the weight of his body leave yours, but were soon resolved by him pulling your leg over his shoulder, allowing his cock to hit an angle even further inside you. You thanked god that you had spent all those years stretching, as he utilised your flexibility to plunge into you deeper and deeper.

He pounded into you with inhuman force, the whole bed rocking beneath you. Every thrust was heaven, your walls fluttering around him as your body teetered on the edge of its climax. You nearly screamed as he brought his hand over your clit, tracing circles over it as his cock nudged your cervix over and over.

'You like that doll? You like being fucked so hard that you can't think of anything except me and all the pleasure you get from my cock?'

You could barely string together a sentence, the only words escaping your lips ones of affirmation and pleasure. You head nodded up and down violently in time with his thrusts, your lip trembling as you tried to contain wealth of adrenaline and endorphins imploding within you. Every nerve ending was on fire, every sensation dialled up to the maximum.

'Cum for me doll, that's it, cum all over my cock.'

Your eyes rolled back into your head as you felt your orgasm hit you, so powerful you almost blacked out. Bucky continued to work your body right through its peak, extending the intense waves of your climax on and on. You clutched the pillow above your head, the material seemingly the only thing grounding you to this world, just you, Bucky, and the almost unbearable pleasure. You were vaguely aware of Bucky whispering in your ear, encouraging you to keep going, to cum for him.

Finally you felt your orgasm start to recede and your focus was brought back into the room. Bucky was still inside you, though pumping slower, gentler now, his hand resting on your waist as he gazed at you.

'Fuck you are perfect,' he said, his thumb delicately tracing the underside of your ribs. 'Now I want you on your knees doll, you're gonna swallow all my cum okay.'

You smiled hazily, your muscles completely exhausted, your pussy red and raw. Shakily, you manoeuvred yourself onto the floor in a kneeling position, your legs naturally falling open in a submissive pose. Bucky stroked his hand through your hair tenderly, before gently bringing your lips to his cock one last time.

You sucked on it with all the energy you had left, relishing in the way his toes curled when you took him to the back of your throat.

'Here it comes doll, swallow it all for me.'

Thick, warm ropes of cum hit the inside of your mouth and you swallowed them with vigour, your pussy twitching in response to his release. You lifted your gaze as you gulped it down, swirling your tongue over your teeth to ensure you had gotten it all.

'Fuck you're such a good girl,' he sighed, lightly placing his arms around you to lift you up and place you on the bed, obviously aware that movement was beyond you right now. He lay down next to you and you instinctively leaned into him, letting your head rest on his broad chest.

As you descended into the realm of sleep, you were distantly conscious of his soft lips kissing your head, and you let yourself drift away with a smile of contentment.