Content Warning: Adult situations.
"Oh my gosh, James! Put me down!"
Bucky acknowledged Harper with only a hearty laugh. He continued his way up the stairs, the pretty brunette still securely thrown over his shoulder.
"I hate it when you do this!" she continued to protest, though she had stopped squirming.
"C'mon, doll. You said your shoes were murder on your feet; indulge my solution to your problem," he replied with a wide, mischievous grin.
With irritation clear in her voice, she snapped, "I said that as part of a request to wait a minute so I could take them off before we walked up the stairs! Not so you'd carry me up!"
"Well, we're almost there now, so don't worry about it."
"I will worry about it," Harper grumbled.
"Key," Bucky requested, reaching a hand back to accept the item from her. He made quick work of letting them into her apartment, skillfully preventing a feline prison break in the process. "Why worry about it?"
"We've been through this," she hissed. "I know I'm not light, and even if you insist it's not an issue for you, it makes me feel like shit."
He frowned and said, "I didn't want to upset you."
A sigh. "I know."
"You're really a beautiful girl, darlin'," he assured. Then, wondering if a more overtly flirtatious route might lighten he mood, he added, "Besides, I'm not sure I've ever gotten this close to your ass."
He steadied her legs with his left hand, reaching up with his right to lightly smack her bottom, available as it was due to her still being draped over his shoulder. His fingers lightly squeezed a palm full of rounded flesh appreciatively.
"James!" Harper cried out in surprise.
He chuckled again, leaning forward and sliding her back onto her feet. "I've never been an ass man, but I can appreciate a cute one all the same."
Her face was flushed a brilliant scarlet. To hide her embarrassment, she kept up the annoyed façade, hitting him with a firm, "Really? I figured you must've been an ass guy since you haven't even tried to touch my tits since our night at the river. Two months ago!"
Blue eyes darkened with wicked excitement. "Shall we change that?"
"You gonna dirty talk me a little?" she asked coyly. "This hasn't been the most titillating conversation."
"Oh, clever use of pun, darlin'." With that, Bucky had thrown her back on his shoulder. She made no complaints this time as he hastened to her bedroom.
"Door before Aslan gets in."
"You don't want an audience?"
She chuckled and answered, "Not tonight and not of the feline variety."
He tossed her onto her bed, quickly crawling across the mattress to hover over her. With a cocky grin, he asked, "But it's not out of the question? An audience? Some pervs who have to settle for living vicariously through me?"
"Would you really want them looking?"
"Well, I'd get to show 'em you're mine," he grinned, gently tucking a lock of dark hair behind her ear. "And if it got you wet, I'd try a lotta things."
Her cheeks flamed and she said, "I forgot how filthy that mouth can be."
Sobering, he asked, "Is that okay? How dirty is it acceptable for me to get?"
"Nothing derogatory, and I especially hate the 'c' word," she answered firmly. "Otherwise, go for it?"
"Okay," he nodded his understanding. Then, hesitating, he added, "I don't know how far you're expecting or willing to go tonight, but this isn't the night to go all the way for me. I don't have any condoms, and I don't want our first time together to be on the heels of our first sorta fight."
"Agreed," Harper nodded. "Plus, I'm not on birth control. Hormones makes me feel like absolute shit. Otherwise, I'm not real sure how far I want to go. I'll keep you posted."
Bucky returned her nod. "Deal. Now, give me those pretty lips. They've been teasing me all night. Fuck, that purple is sexy."
"I'll keep in mind that you like it. I think it might look good on your dick, too."
Bucky groaned, blood rushing to the aforementioned body part. He hissed, "Nasty girl."
Their lips connected, all teeth and tongues. It was easily the roughest, sloppiest kiss they had shared. He always tried to be gentle with her, to be proper and respectful. He'd always been pointedly polite with women. Evidently, he kept forgetting that he was in a new time, with a whole different type of woman than any he'd been with before. Harper commanded respect and to be treated as his equal, surely. But perhaps there was a deeper, much more sexual side to her that he hadn't even considered existing. It almost pained him how much he might've been missing out on.
Breaking for air, he blew softly on her ear. Huskily, he asked, "You could wear any color so long as those lips were working my cock."
His flesh hand groped at her breast, thumb teasing at the nub hidden from his touch beneath layers of fabric. Bright brown eyes met his, and despite the blush still staining her cheeks, she replied resolutely, "Not tonight. You've been holding back on me and need to make up for that."
"A mistake I won't repeat with such a reward," he promised. "This is a pretty shirt, but I think we could do without it, don't you?"
His keen gaze caught the crack in her confidence from the brief falter in her expression. Bucky reached to the bedside table and turned the lamp on before quickly crossing the room and turning the overhead lights off. Returning to the bed, he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, teasingly tickling them up her side. She squirmed when he got to her ribcage, but not in discomfort.
"Oh, I'm going to remember that you're ticklish," he grinned devilishly. "But that's for another night."
Carefully, he lifted her shirt up and she helped the process of sending it to the floor. Blue eyes almost immediately landed on the indigo contusion he had left on her. It was the size of a plum and was situated beneath the left side of her collarbone, close enough to her shoulder that it would be agitated by the movement of her arm. It was ringed in yellow, indicating the healing process had already begun.
Seeing the mark he had left on her, he doubled down on his resolve that the night would be about her. His hands roamed the supple hourglass of her torso, cock twitching at finally seeing her curves in all their glory. She wore a simple black bra; nothing fancy, but no fanfare was needed. Her ample cleavage and full, round globes of flesh were wonderful enough on their own.
"I'm the one who's been holding out on you?" he asked, lifting a brow in challenge. "You're the one who keeps this sexy body hidden."
Their lips met again, desperate, hard, and hot. His hands alternated kneading each breast before they continued to roam. His palms glided over her soft skin, tracing her curves, squeezing her hips. His lips moved downward, tongue poking out to lave at the elegant column of her neck between nips and kisses. Gently, his right hand slipped beneath her back, out of practice fingers fumbling until he was able to unhook her bra clasp. He heard her breath hitch slightly. Slowly, carefully, he pulled the straps down her arms, lips trailing close behind. With a look at her pretty brown eyes to make sure she was still feeling alright, he finally divested her of the cumbersome article of clothing.
"Fuck," he groaned appreciatively. "Maybe I'd happily let the pervs watch. More men need to have a reference for a perfect pair of-"
"Shut up," she snapped, embarrassment painting her cheeks again.
"Shush," he scolded. "Don't you think it'd be a good idea to share 'em? Would you like that, Harper?"
Biting her lip, she gave a single nod. The clenching of her thighs gave away her continued approval of his words. He finally brought his hand to her bare skin. She was a beautiful balance between soft and pliant and deliciously firm. He flicked her nipple with his index finger. "Does the thought of other men seeing you have your nipples hard, doll? Making you horny? What else would you be willing to show?"
"Fuck, James," she breathed, bright brown eyes squeezing closed. Her hand found its way into his hair, tangling in the long dark strands.
A sharp breath hissed between her teeth when he tapped the other nipple back and forth with his metal thumb. The slight cool and the unrelenting brush against her sensitive peak drew a soft, breathy noise from her throat and her thighs clamped even more. Not stopping his work with his cybernetic hand, he trailed slow, open mouthed kisses down her neck and along the valley between her breasts.
Looking up at her from below her heaving mounds, he asked, "What now, doll? You want me to lick and suck on these perfect tits? I see you trying to put some pressure on that pretty pussy, trying to get some relief. What'll make you squeeze those sexy thighs even tighter?"
"Oh my god," she breathed, head falling back on the pillows as she squirmed at his words. "Shit, I…"
Her voice cut off as he set about teasing the neglected nipple with the tip of his tongue. Blowing on it gently, he watched her shiver beneath him. "I love it, doll. So responsive to me."
The former soldier laved his tongue across her skin, working his way over the firm globe of flesh, over the soft rise of her collarbone, up the arched line of her neck, resting near her ear. Voice deep and gruff with lust, he muttered, "I think I'd be more than okay with an audience of pervs seeing you."
Slowly, giving her time to stop him, the digits of his right hand fingered the waistband of her jeans. Cautiously, he flicked the button open and pulled the fabric down over her hips. She shimmied slightly, helping him remove the fabric entirely. She was still beneath him, anxiously anticipating his next move. His little finger danced circles around her hip bone as the other fingers slowly delved beneath the fabric of her simple black underwear. Blue eyes studied her face for a moment before he continued, "In fact, I'd want them to see. To open you up to them, so they'd all know how fucking wet you get for me."
His index finger found her clit, his middle finger dipping down and discovering just how wet she actually was. A full, breathy sigh parted her lips. He swiped up some of her moisture, bringing it up to the sensitive jewel his finger was running lazy circuits around. Sweat was beginning to bead at her hairline, and her face seemed to be permanently tinted red.
"Feel good, doll? You like it when I touch you like this?" Her only answer was a slight arch to her back as he grazed the nub with his finger. "Have you been neglecting your poor little clit, Harper? It's so needy for attention."
The new wave of heat and arousal that he slicked his fingers with was proof enough of how well the dirty talk was working on her. He worked the sensitive button, tracing it and rolling it between his fingers, all the while loving watching her come undone. His middle finger dipped down to tease at her opening. Her hand suddenly shot out, fingers curling tightly around his metal bicep to stabilize herself.
"James," she whimpered. "Oh, god!"
"C'mon, doll, you can do it. You're real close, right?"
"I don't know, I – shit – James!" she stuttered, head falling back to her pillow. "Too much, too much…"
He faltered and asked, "Am I hurting you? Are you too sensitive?" When she breathed out an answer in the negative, he wondered, "Or are you gonna cum?"
Harper merely hummed, thighs squeezing tight around his wrist. He moved his fingers faster, more firmly, urging, "C'mon, Harper, let go. You're so fucking sexy. I wanna see your pretty face when you cum from just my fingers."
Her body tensed suddenly, her lower back arching just slightly off the mattress. Her head tilted back, lips parting with a shaky breath. Slowly, the tightness left her body and she was left trying to catch her breath beneath him. He carefully removed his hand from her underwear, being sure not to jostle her highly sensitive womanhood. With his metal hand, he pushed back some of the hair laying damp on her forehead. Blue eyes soft and tender, he asked, "You okay, doll?"
She nodded, cheeks darkening to a deeper shade of crimson. "A bit embarrassed now, honestly, but holy shit, James."
"What has you embarrassed?" he asked, brows knitting with concern.
She chuckled, "Well, being almost completely naked, having gotten so horny from being spoken to like that, and having just cum so easily are certainly contributing factors."
"Darlin', don't be embarrassed about those things," Bucky replied gently, with slow, affectionate strokes of her hair. "You're so fucking beautiful, doll. And I wouldn't say you came easily; totally normally, really. It did take time to warm up and make the climb before you got there. Do you mean it was easy 'cause I didn't finger you or sumthin'?"
Harper's cheeks darkened prettily. "Yeah, basically."
"No point unless I know it'll get you off," he explained. "Figured if I could figure out how your bean likes bein' flicked it'd get ya there. If we were fucking tonight, I woulda fingered you. Do you particularly enjoy penetration?"
"Not as a preference, no," she admitted. "I just figured… you'd wanna?"
"I just want you to feel good," he assured. With more vulnerability, he added, "Thank you for trusting me to do all of this with you, and to see you. I haven't had anyone in my life for a long time that could trust me not to hurt them, that allowed me to see them in an honest, open way."
"Of course I trust you," Harper declared, eyes staring up at him fondly. "I care about you."
Clearing his throat uncomfortably, Bucky continued, "Also, don't feel embarrassed about liking dirty talk. It wasn't something I ever felt I could really experiment with when I used to date, and it turns out that it works for me, too."
Cinnamon brown eyes flicked down to the bulge in his jeans, widening with realization. "Oh, shit, James, I'm sorry! I was being so selfish, I… Do you want me to…?"
"No, darlin', I can take care of myself tonight. You already came, and I'm gonna be quick. Do you want me to go to the bathroom, or can I kiss you and touch you a little more while I finish here?"
"You can stay here," she nodded.
"C'mere," he requested, offering her a hand. She took it and allowed him to pull her up and into his chest. He wrapped his metal arm around her bare torso, groaning at the warmth of her bare skin. With his other hand, he reached down and quickly undid the button and zip of his jeans, freeing his throbbing cock. Harper reattached their lips, her fingers crawling up his chest and curling around his shoulders. He pulled her into his lap, careful to position her with some distance from his member, but close enough to pull her forward into his chest. Her nipples pressed into him through the fabric of his thin shirt, driving him to finally reach down and wrap his palm around himself.
The kiss was deep, sloppy, and desperate. He tasted her, drank his fill of her, as their tongues entwined, lips bruised, and teeth nipped. Curling around her more fully, his metal hand snaked around her ribcage, moving to cover her breast. She arched into the slightly cool touch and his hand sped up.
Harper pulled back enough to meet his lusty gaze. One of her hands covered his cybernetic one, coaxing him to take a firmer grip. Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were determined. "Do what you need to, hun. I'm all yours."
Bucky hissed a breath between tightly clenched teeth. "Squeeze those pretty tits together and give 'em to me. I wanna taste them."
His lips never got the chance to meet her flesh. Bright blue eyes watched raptly as she cupped her full breasts in her hands, pushing them together like he'd asked. Gazing up at him, she tweaked her own peaks, and the sight was too much. He came with a groan, aiming himself just in time to catch his release against the bottom hem of his shirt rather than on her. His fingers passed up and down his shaft a few more times, and was finished.
"Fuck, Harper, you're so sexy," he groaned, pressing a kiss to her temple. He tucked his member back into his pants quickly, lest he make her uncomfortable. Nuzzling his nose into her hair, he asked, "Do I have any more t-shirts here by chance?"
"I don't think so," she replied. "Throw that one in the washer and it'll be clean and won't take long to dry in the morning."
He couldn't help the hesitation, which Harper picked up on immediately. "What's wrong, hun? Besides, if you want me to stay not so dressed, you're gonna have to join me."
"You haven't seen my shoulder before," he answered meaningfully.
She gave him a small smile and said, "Well, you hadn't seen my tits before."
He smirked wryly. "Well, your tits are pretty. My shoulder isn't."
Still straddling his lap, her fingers slipped just barely beneath the hem of his t-shirt. The careful digits skimmed and tickled his skin, but didn't venture much higher. "James, remember how nervous you were about me seeing your arm? But everything was fine. Your arm is part of you, your shoulder is part of you, and I care about you. A whole hell of a lot."
"Yeah, okay," he nodded slowly, breathing deeply through his nose. Her fingers traced the ridges of his defined abdominal muscles before gently tugging at the t-shirt. He complied, slipping his arms from the sleeves and allowing her to pull the fabric off over his head without any of the sticky white getting in his hair.
Blue eyes watched closely as Harper meticulously folded the shirt around the drying substance. With that thoroughly concealed, she set the shirt aside and met his gaze. Her hand rose and he flinched automatically in anticipation. She frowned and looked slightly hurt by his reaction. Her hand continued to move however, coming to cup his cheek, rather than his shoulder as he had expected. Slowly, her thumb swiped back and forth over his skin, drawing heat to the surface.
"Sorry," he muttered, ashamed that he had assumed she would have been so intrusive and insensitive.
"Shh, it's fine," Harper assured softly. "Do you want to head straight to bed?"
The former soldier could read between the lines easily and considered the true question hidden there. Did he want to turn all the lights off and avoid facing her, or did he want to bear this vulnerable part of himself to her? He lowered his eyes to avoid her kind ones, unintentionally staring down at her body, still perched in his lap. Her pretty, pert breasts were still open to his gaze, nipples pink and at attention. The hourglass curves of her sides were still free for his appreciation. And the little pocket of extra weight at her lower tummy that he knew she was incredibly self-conscious of was also visible. He paid no mind to the latter feature; he genuinely felt it was part of what made her so curvy and sexy. But she was unhappy with that aspect of her body and had been willing to share it with him. Plus, still braced on either side of him, were her gorgeous, full thighs. She wasn't confident in her legs, either, but had let that wall down many months ago when she first allowed him to see her in shorts.
"No, we can wait a few to go to bed," he answered finally. He lifted his eyes to meet hers again. "Go ahead."
His chest tightened with emotion when her eyes remained on his and she leaned forward to cover his lips with a slow, tender kiss. When they parted, she gifted him with a few quick pecks before finally pulling away fully. Her eyes moved downward, and he was incredibly uncomfortable, knowing she was taking in the vast web of colloidal scars forming a starburst of reds, pinks, and whites around his cybernetic arm. The thick band of scar tissue forming the seam between his fleshy shoulder socket and the cool metal was difficult to look at, he knew. Plus the thick tendril of damaged tissue crawling across his broad pectoral wasn't easy on the eyes, either.
"Is this all from the fall?" she asked quietly, as if afraid of startling him again.
"A mixture of the fall and a really shoddy job removing what was left of the arm," he answered, unable to hold back a grimace.
To her credit, Harper made no significant reaction to his revelation. Nor did she lament over his clear trauma, or otherwise make any sort of fuss over him. She merely mapped out the scarring with her eyes before tucking a lock of dark hair behind his ear. Her lips found his again and they shared an ardent, lingering kiss. She draped her arms over his shoulders, hands clasping loosely between his shoulder blades. Her body pressed into his, her soft curves flattening deliciously against his hard muscle, her smooth skin intimately caressing his scarred body.
When they pulled away, Bucky rested his forehead on hers. Their breaths mingled in the space between them. Knowing she would understand, he simply muttered, "Thank you."
A/N: Thank you for the reviews, favorites, and follows. I appreciate the support! More than ever, I'd really like some feedback. This is definitely the spiciest scene I've ever actually uploaded anywhere. Was it too much? Awkward? Not enough? I've edited this chapter so much trying to not be too wild while also showing the really down and dirty Bucky I think he'd be behind closed doors. If it's too much, PLEASE let me know. I can definitely make many more edits to tone it down and can make changes to future chapters to reflect that as well. Thank you agan!