p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px; text-align: center;"span style="color: #000000;"strong style="color: #bad8eb;"SUMMARY:/strong/span Bucky wants you. You want Bucky. Only one thing stands in your way; Steve./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px; text-align: center;"strong style="color: #bad8eb;"WORD COUNT:/strong 3500 Words (It's long but I'm not sorry)/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px; text-align: center;"strong style="color: #bad8eb;"WARNINGS: /strongemSmut, 18+, Minors DNI,/em Cheating, Fingering, Unprotected Sex/p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Bucky had never done it before, thinking of you when he was alone in his room, the door firmly locked. He'd thought about you many times before, but never like this, never as passionately as this as his hand stroked up and down himself, small moans and whispers of your name escaping his lips. It was new to him; it wasn't something he would usually do. He was old fashioned that way, and preferred to wait to be with a woman instead of simply fantasizing. It wasn't his way./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"But he couldn't have you – he couldn't wait for you to be his because you already belonged to another, his roommate, his best friend, his brother. Bucky knew that he had no chance with you, not up against him; the man was perfect for you for Christ's sake, a living legends, and what was he? An introvert with a broken mind. You would never choose him, he knew it, and that was the only reason he was fantasizing instead of acting, wishing instead of doing. That was why he found himself sitting on his bed, alone in the dark, pleasuring himself to the thought of you; to stop it from seeping out to the rest of the tower whenever you were around. He didn't want other people to know his business, he didn't want Steve to know what he truly thought of his girlfriend, and he especially didn't want you to know the thoughts that ran through his head whenever he saw you. It was ungentlemanly, and he'd be damned if anyone said he wasn't a gentleman./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He was certain that you thought he hated you, positive that you thought that was the reason that he disappeared from any room that you found yourself in together. But in truth it was because every time he saw you he felt a burning ache to push you up against the wall and have his way with you. It was hard for him to keep his thoughts to himself, and he was certain that each time he licked his lips of blushed at the sight of you that he was letting his true intentions known./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Your name tumbled from his lips once more as he felt himself finish, his pleasure coursing through his body, the guilt following shortly after as his load coated his flesh hand, his metal one gripping at the edge of the mattress. He sighed as the wave ran its course, falling back on the bed and staring up at the blank ceiling. He knew what he had done was wrong, he knew he was probably going to end up in Hell just for the thoughts he had about you, but he knew that was where he was heading anyway, and he hadn't been able to control himself any longer. It was too late – the deed was done./p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You had never done it before, thinking of him when you were alone in your room. You'd thought about him before, but never like this, never as passionately as this as your fingers rubbed delicate circles over your most sensitive spot, small moans and whispers of his name escaping your lips. It was new to you; it wasn't something you would usually do. You had a boyfriend, and you would never normally be the one to think about another man. It wasn't your way./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Bucky hated you, you were almost certain of that. The way he always avoided eye contact with you, and he seemingly refused to be in the same room as you, even when Steve was there to act as a buffer between you, told you as much. But there was something about his cold actions towards you, something about the way the muscles in his flesh arm tensed whenever you were near, that you found strangely attractive, and it just made you want him even more. You'd wanted him from the moment that you'd seen him, but you knew that you couldn't have him. You had Steve, and you belonged to Steve, at least you heart did. But the burning ache in the pit of your stomach that you felt every time you looked at Bucky wasn't something that you'd ever felt around Steve. Nothing that Steve had ever done had made you moan more than just the emthought/em of Bucky's hands touching you did. He made you weak in a way that Steve never would./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You leaned your head back against the headboard of your bed, your eyes closed as you pictured his hand in place of your own, his breath against you skin, his lips flushed lips in a place that you shouldn't be imagining them. That's all it took for you to fall over the edge of oblivion. You lifted a hand over your mouth to silence your moans, not wanting Steve to hear them from the bathroom where he was showering. Your back arched as you reached your peak, heart racing as you mumbled Bucky's name into the palm of your hand./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You felt guilty afterward, as you knew that you would, removing your hand and lying back on your bed, resting your head on the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. You waited for Steve to get out of the shower, but it wasn't Steve that you were thinking about; your thoughts were entirely trained on Bucky./p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Bucky watched as you entered the party, one of the silly fundraisers that Tony insisted on throwing. His eyes trailed you up and down; you looked incredible, in a little red dress that was slightly shorter than acceptable for a good girl like you, but it wasn't something he would complain about, certain that behind closed doors you weren't a good girl at all. Your lips glimmered in a matching shade of lipstick and for just a second Bucky imagined what that lipstick would look like smudged across your face after he had his way with you. Steve paraded you around on his arm, showing you off to the investors as if just one look at you in that dress would push them to give Steve all of their money. He knew that Steve wasn't doing it on purpose, he was too good for that, but it wasn't right nonetheless. If you were with Bucky, he would make sure you were treated properly, not pranced around the room like an accessory./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Because to him you were so much more than that. You weren't a thing to be owned or shown-off, you were a thing to be cherished, to worship, to treasure with everything that he had, and he would if given half the chance. Bucky's room was right next to Steve's in the tower and through the wall he was able to hear you when you were together, Steve's pleasure echoing down the hallway. But he'd never heard you scream Steve's name, not in the same way that he would scream yours. It was unfair, criminal even, Bucky thought, for you to receive less than what you deserved – less than heaven brought down to Earth, just for you./p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You felt Steve tug on your arm gently, silently directing you away from the group of investors that he had been talking to whilst you aimlessly sipped at your now empty cocktail. It had been the same all night – you knew that Steve needed to help Tony find investors, but it pained you that it came at the expense of any attention shown towards you. He pulled you over to the sofa where three familiar faces sat, drinking dark liquor from crystal glasses – the good stuff, pulled out by Natasha and Sam when they were fed-up with endless parties and chatting. You perched beside Sam and your eyes fell to the dark-haired super soldier across from you, his gaze immediately falling down to the glass in his flesh hand, swirling the liquid around inside as he leaned back in his seat. You thought back to that afternoon, the way you had imagined that very same hand bringing you to the very edge of reality, and you felt the blush rise in your cheeks, not allowing your eyes to look up at the man before you./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I'm just going to find Tony," Steve said with a smile, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. You wanted to argue, argue that he had already spent most of the night ignoring you, but you knew that there was no point. "I won't be long. Wait for me here, princess?"/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You nodded, only letting out an exasperated sigh when he was out of earshot. Suddenly a glass appeared in your lowered eyeline, filled a quarter way with the same dark liquid that the others were drinking. It looked less-than appetizing, not your usual choice of drink, but you took it anyway, smiling up at Bucky in thanks. Your fingers grazed over the cool metal of his for a second as you slid the glass from his grip, sending light tingles up your arm./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He tensed, enough that it was visible to you even from your spot across the coffee table from him. Within seconds he was rising to his feet, discarding his glass on the table and pushing through the crowd, his hands running through his long locks./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You don't know why it angered you so much this time, why this normal reaction from him to your presence had irritation and annoyance rising within your chest more than usual. Perhaps it was the alcohol that you had already consumed, perhaps it was the fact that you had spent most of the night being ignored by the person who was supposed to give you affection. Whatever it was, you found yourself following him through the crowd of people fiercely, the mysterious liquor left to stew on the table./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"It wasn't until you were already in the rooming quarters that you finally caught up with him, grabbing him by his left arm. He spun around, eyes wide, but they weren't filled with anger as you had assumed you'd find them – it was something else there, hidden behind those blue irises, something that you couldn't quite place your finger on./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Bucky, seriously," you said as you came to a halt before him. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me, but can you please just tell me what your problem is? Maybe that way I can actually fix it."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He said nothing, simply staring at you with those wide eyes. What was that you could see hidden behind those pupils? What was the emotion you saw mingling with the greys and sky blues of his eyes?/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Can't we just friends, Bucky?" You asked slowly. "That's all I want."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"His eyes remained trained on yours but his body began to move, edging closer and closer to you. You stepped backwards, stumbling until you found yourself pressed against the wall. He was so close to you now and you could smell his thick scent. It reminded you of sandalwood, and you assumed that it was some kind of cologne, yet it seemed so natural, so uniquely him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I don't want to be friends." His voice was low and rough, and his breath whispered over the skin on your cheek, causing your own breath to hitch in your throat. "That's the problem, I don't want to be emjust /emfriends."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"It was then that you realized what that look in his eyes was; it wasn't anger or hate, it wasn't even distaste. It was hunger. Lust. Want. And you were certain, based on the way that his tongue trailed across his bottom lip and his breath grew ragged, that you had the same look in your own eye. Everything made sense suddenly, like the final piece of the puzzle falling into place./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Tell me you want it," he whispered, quiet enough that it couldn't be heard by anyone nearby, although you were certain you were entirely alone in the dim hallway, but loud enough to draw goosebumps across your skin. "Tell me it's not all in my head. Tell me you want me, emprincess/em."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You closed your eyes, barely able to form a sentence as your mind fogged over at the sound of his voice in your ear, so close, so wanting. You knew that he was mocking the name that Steve had given you, but you didn't seem to care. Steve was the last thing on your mind at that moment; all you wanted was for those hands that caged you to the wall to touch you. "I want you."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He leaned forward swiftly, catching your bottom lip between his own, slowly and hesitantly as if you both knew that you were crossing a line that couldn't be undone. The bitter taste of the liquor he had been drinking lingered on his lips, giving you your first taste as he pulled you closer, pushing your body in tandem with his own as he guided you to his bedroom. Once inside, the room still dark aside from the gleaming city lights that streamed in through the open curtains, he lifted you into the air, your legs effortlessly wrapped around his waist, his lips never leaving yours as he carried you towards the bed. His fingers, both human and metal, traced the hem of your dress as his hands rested comfortably on your thighs, the action of carrying you seemingly easy to him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"When he finally lay you down you let out a small whimper at the loss of his touch as he leant back, pulling his shirt over his head. You longed for his hands to return to your body in any capacity that he saw fit – longed for his touch to mark you forever so that you'd never have to go without it again. It was a hunger, a yearning, that you had never experienced before, not with anyone, not even Steve./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"When you felt the weight of him again you gasped, his lips coming to suck at your neck, running down your collarbone, pulling at the neck of your dress slightly. His fingers which had only fiddled with the hem before, now tugged at it gently, and you raised your arms upwards, allowing him to pull it off and throw it to the floor with little care. Only a moment passed and he was on you again, his sweet lips trailing kisses down your chest, across your rib cage, in the dip between your breasts. When they eventually caught your nipple you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, arching up towards him as his tongue swirled over it, causing it to pebble and harden under his tongue. He chuckled against your skin at your reaction, a light laugh that you had never heard from him before but was a sound that you would happily replay each and every moment of each and every day./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"His hands expertly trailed down your body, over your stomach, slipping under the waistband of your underwear, teasing and testing you as you mumbled and moaned for him to go lower, to feel you where you'd fantasized him feeling you, the spot where you really needed him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Bucky," you whispered, reaching down to grasp his wrist in your hand, pushing it down further. He obeyed, doing as you wished, the warmth of his flesh fingers running across your folds, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body and eliciting a moan. His thumb trailed over your clit, sensitive from the flashes of bliss that came with every touch. He rubbed gently a few times causing you to gasp, your head slipping to the side to muffle your cries of ecstasy into the pillow. That was when he slid a finger inside you, and then another, and you felt that you could hardly hold on. His touch was like ecstasy, a drug made just for you, and all it took was a few twists of his fingers, curled inside you, hitting your spot as his thumb gently caressed your clit for you to fall over the edge, his name on your lips./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He removed his fingers, allowing you a moment to come down from your high as he leant back, undoing his jeans and throwing them to join your dress on the floor of his bedroom. You watched him, your breath heavy, your body flushed; the twinkling lights of the city landscape shone behind him, enveloping him in an ethereal glow and you realized that everything you knew about him was wrong. The harsh line of his jaw which was seemingly always tensed was in reality soft and supple, moving freely behind the slight shadow of stubble that ran along it, reaching down his neck. His body, usually hidden beneath baggy clothes, was strong, muscles dancing beneath scarred and marred skin that showed a history that you knew but had never seen. His shoulder, where the skin contorted to join onto the metal of his prosthetic arm, didn't house danger or a weapon, instead only pleasure and beauty./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He must have caught you staring because a smile appeared on those lips, stains of your red lipstick visible even in the darkness, a smile that you had never seen before. He leaned forward, his weight feeling natural against your body as if this wasn't the first time but the hundredth time, and he planted a gentle kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping across the border and into your mouth, intertwining with your own./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"It only took a second for him to line himself up with you and slide inside, causing your whole body to tingle in a way that felt as if this was right, even though you knew that what the two of you were doing was wrong. It felt like he was meant to be there, with you, and when he started to move that feeling grew, accompanied by the knot in your stomach. It was stronger now, stronger with him than it had ever been with anyone else./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He started slow at first, just as he had done with the kiss in the hallway that felt so long ago, but the more you moaned and whispered his name, moving to meet his hips in unison, the harder he got. Your legs wrapped their way around his waist, pulling him closer to you. With each thrust he pulled your hips, his hands roaming your body as if they already knew their way around. He leaned forward, his hand resting on the back of your head to pull you up against his chest, and you took in his scent once more, your eyes closed, mouth parted as your bottom lip caught against his skin with each movement./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Tell me he doesn't make you feel this good," he whispered, his voice low and lustful, his breath hot against your neck. His grip on the back of your neck tightened but you didn't care, too overwhelmed with the endless euphoria that you were feeling to even be able to distinguish the pain from the pleasure. "Tell me he doesn't fuck you like this."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""He doesn't," you whimpered into his chest, whining against him, your head falling back into his grip as he slid a hand between your bodies, slick with sweat, to circle the spot that you had imagined him touching only hours ago. "You feel so much better."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Tell me you'll come back to me," he whispered again between thrust and grunts of curses. "Tell me this won't be the last time."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You could feel that coil in your stomach, so close to snapping. You were nearly there, nearly at the very peak of your pleasure, and it was even better than you had imagined it being. His words, the way that his voice almost begged as he asked, were more than you could handle. He wanted you, more than just this once, more than a one-time-thing to get it over and done with before it was never spoken of again. He wanted you to come back, and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I'll come back," you gasped between convulsions of your body, your legs shaking as you rode out the strongest and most pleasurable orgasm that you'd ever had. It was unlike anything that you had ever experienced before, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would be coming back for more. "This isn't the last, I promise."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Fuck."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He finished at your final words, spilling inside you, his lips tracing over yours, swallowing your promise as if to seal the deal with a kiss. His body was flushed and wet, his rough breathing matching your own and he fell to your side, running a hand through his tousled hair as it fell against the pillow, haloing his face as he looked up at you, his blue eyes catching yours with an elated smile./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I'm going to hold you to that promise."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px; text-align: center;"strong style="color: #bad8eb;"WORD COUNT:/strong 3500 Words (It's long but I'm not sorry)/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px; text-align: center;"strong style="color: #bad8eb;"WARNINGS: /strongemSmut, 18+, Minors DNI,/em Cheating, Fingering, Unprotected Sex/p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Bucky had never done it before, thinking of you when he was alone in his room, the door firmly locked. He'd thought about you many times before, but never like this, never as passionately as this as his hand stroked up and down himself, small moans and whispers of your name escaping his lips. It was new to him; it wasn't something he would usually do. He was old fashioned that way, and preferred to wait to be with a woman instead of simply fantasizing. It wasn't his way./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"But he couldn't have you – he couldn't wait for you to be his because you already belonged to another, his roommate, his best friend, his brother. Bucky knew that he had no chance with you, not up against him; the man was perfect for you for Christ's sake, a living legends, and what was he? An introvert with a broken mind. You would never choose him, he knew it, and that was the only reason he was fantasizing instead of acting, wishing instead of doing. That was why he found himself sitting on his bed, alone in the dark, pleasuring himself to the thought of you; to stop it from seeping out to the rest of the tower whenever you were around. He didn't want other people to know his business, he didn't want Steve to know what he truly thought of his girlfriend, and he especially didn't want you to know the thoughts that ran through his head whenever he saw you. It was ungentlemanly, and he'd be damned if anyone said he wasn't a gentleman./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He was certain that you thought he hated you, positive that you thought that was the reason that he disappeared from any room that you found yourself in together. But in truth it was because every time he saw you he felt a burning ache to push you up against the wall and have his way with you. It was hard for him to keep his thoughts to himself, and he was certain that each time he licked his lips of blushed at the sight of you that he was letting his true intentions known./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Your name tumbled from his lips once more as he felt himself finish, his pleasure coursing through his body, the guilt following shortly after as his load coated his flesh hand, his metal one gripping at the edge of the mattress. He sighed as the wave ran its course, falling back on the bed and staring up at the blank ceiling. He knew what he had done was wrong, he knew he was probably going to end up in Hell just for the thoughts he had about you, but he knew that was where he was heading anyway, and he hadn't been able to control himself any longer. It was too late – the deed was done./p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You had never done it before, thinking of him when you were alone in your room. You'd thought about him before, but never like this, never as passionately as this as your fingers rubbed delicate circles over your most sensitive spot, small moans and whispers of his name escaping your lips. It was new to you; it wasn't something you would usually do. You had a boyfriend, and you would never normally be the one to think about another man. It wasn't your way./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Bucky hated you, you were almost certain of that. The way he always avoided eye contact with you, and he seemingly refused to be in the same room as you, even when Steve was there to act as a buffer between you, told you as much. But there was something about his cold actions towards you, something about the way the muscles in his flesh arm tensed whenever you were near, that you found strangely attractive, and it just made you want him even more. You'd wanted him from the moment that you'd seen him, but you knew that you couldn't have him. You had Steve, and you belonged to Steve, at least you heart did. But the burning ache in the pit of your stomach that you felt every time you looked at Bucky wasn't something that you'd ever felt around Steve. Nothing that Steve had ever done had made you moan more than just the emthought/em of Bucky's hands touching you did. He made you weak in a way that Steve never would./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You leaned your head back against the headboard of your bed, your eyes closed as you pictured his hand in place of your own, his breath against you skin, his lips flushed lips in a place that you shouldn't be imagining them. That's all it took for you to fall over the edge of oblivion. You lifted a hand over your mouth to silence your moans, not wanting Steve to hear them from the bathroom where he was showering. Your back arched as you reached your peak, heart racing as you mumbled Bucky's name into the palm of your hand./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You felt guilty afterward, as you knew that you would, removing your hand and lying back on your bed, resting your head on the pillow and staring up at the ceiling. You waited for Steve to get out of the shower, but it wasn't Steve that you were thinking about; your thoughts were entirely trained on Bucky./p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Bucky watched as you entered the party, one of the silly fundraisers that Tony insisted on throwing. His eyes trailed you up and down; you looked incredible, in a little red dress that was slightly shorter than acceptable for a good girl like you, but it wasn't something he would complain about, certain that behind closed doors you weren't a good girl at all. Your lips glimmered in a matching shade of lipstick and for just a second Bucky imagined what that lipstick would look like smudged across your face after he had his way with you. Steve paraded you around on his arm, showing you off to the investors as if just one look at you in that dress would push them to give Steve all of their money. He knew that Steve wasn't doing it on purpose, he was too good for that, but it wasn't right nonetheless. If you were with Bucky, he would make sure you were treated properly, not pranced around the room like an accessory./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"Because to him you were so much more than that. You weren't a thing to be owned or shown-off, you were a thing to be cherished, to worship, to treasure with everything that he had, and he would if given half the chance. Bucky's room was right next to Steve's in the tower and through the wall he was able to hear you when you were together, Steve's pleasure echoing down the hallway. But he'd never heard you scream Steve's name, not in the same way that he would scream yours. It was unfair, criminal even, Bucky thought, for you to receive less than what you deserved – less than heaven brought down to Earth, just for you./p
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p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You felt Steve tug on your arm gently, silently directing you away from the group of investors that he had been talking to whilst you aimlessly sipped at your now empty cocktail. It had been the same all night – you knew that Steve needed to help Tony find investors, but it pained you that it came at the expense of any attention shown towards you. He pulled you over to the sofa where three familiar faces sat, drinking dark liquor from crystal glasses – the good stuff, pulled out by Natasha and Sam when they were fed-up with endless parties and chatting. You perched beside Sam and your eyes fell to the dark-haired super soldier across from you, his gaze immediately falling down to the glass in his flesh hand, swirling the liquid around inside as he leaned back in his seat. You thought back to that afternoon, the way you had imagined that very same hand bringing you to the very edge of reality, and you felt the blush rise in your cheeks, not allowing your eyes to look up at the man before you./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I'm just going to find Tony," Steve said with a smile, planting a gentle kiss on your temple. You wanted to argue, argue that he had already spent most of the night ignoring you, but you knew that there was no point. "I won't be long. Wait for me here, princess?"/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You nodded, only letting out an exasperated sigh when he was out of earshot. Suddenly a glass appeared in your lowered eyeline, filled a quarter way with the same dark liquid that the others were drinking. It looked less-than appetizing, not your usual choice of drink, but you took it anyway, smiling up at Bucky in thanks. Your fingers grazed over the cool metal of his for a second as you slid the glass from his grip, sending light tingles up your arm./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He tensed, enough that it was visible to you even from your spot across the coffee table from him. Within seconds he was rising to his feet, discarding his glass on the table and pushing through the crowd, his hands running through his long locks./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You don't know why it angered you so much this time, why this normal reaction from him to your presence had irritation and annoyance rising within your chest more than usual. Perhaps it was the alcohol that you had already consumed, perhaps it was the fact that you had spent most of the night being ignored by the person who was supposed to give you affection. Whatever it was, you found yourself following him through the crowd of people fiercely, the mysterious liquor left to stew on the table./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"It wasn't until you were already in the rooming quarters that you finally caught up with him, grabbing him by his left arm. He spun around, eyes wide, but they weren't filled with anger as you had assumed you'd find them – it was something else there, hidden behind those blue irises, something that you couldn't quite place your finger on./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Bucky, seriously," you said as you came to a halt before him. "I don't know what I did to make you hate me, but can you please just tell me what your problem is? Maybe that way I can actually fix it."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He said nothing, simply staring at you with those wide eyes. What was that you could see hidden behind those pupils? What was the emotion you saw mingling with the greys and sky blues of his eyes?/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Can't we just friends, Bucky?" You asked slowly. "That's all I want."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"His eyes remained trained on yours but his body began to move, edging closer and closer to you. You stepped backwards, stumbling until you found yourself pressed against the wall. He was so close to you now and you could smell his thick scent. It reminded you of sandalwood, and you assumed that it was some kind of cologne, yet it seemed so natural, so uniquely him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I don't want to be friends." His voice was low and rough, and his breath whispered over the skin on your cheek, causing your own breath to hitch in your throat. "That's the problem, I don't want to be emjust /emfriends."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"It was then that you realized what that look in his eyes was; it wasn't anger or hate, it wasn't even distaste. It was hunger. Lust. Want. And you were certain, based on the way that his tongue trailed across his bottom lip and his breath grew ragged, that you had the same look in your own eye. Everything made sense suddenly, like the final piece of the puzzle falling into place./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Tell me you want it," he whispered, quiet enough that it couldn't be heard by anyone nearby, although you were certain you were entirely alone in the dim hallway, but loud enough to draw goosebumps across your skin. "Tell me it's not all in my head. Tell me you want me, emprincess/em."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You closed your eyes, barely able to form a sentence as your mind fogged over at the sound of his voice in your ear, so close, so wanting. You knew that he was mocking the name that Steve had given you, but you didn't seem to care. Steve was the last thing on your mind at that moment; all you wanted was for those hands that caged you to the wall to touch you. "I want you."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He leaned forward swiftly, catching your bottom lip between his own, slowly and hesitantly as if you both knew that you were crossing a line that couldn't be undone. The bitter taste of the liquor he had been drinking lingered on his lips, giving you your first taste as he pulled you closer, pushing your body in tandem with his own as he guided you to his bedroom. Once inside, the room still dark aside from the gleaming city lights that streamed in through the open curtains, he lifted you into the air, your legs effortlessly wrapped around his waist, his lips never leaving yours as he carried you towards the bed. His fingers, both human and metal, traced the hem of your dress as his hands rested comfortably on your thighs, the action of carrying you seemingly easy to him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"When he finally lay you down you let out a small whimper at the loss of his touch as he leant back, pulling his shirt over his head. You longed for his hands to return to your body in any capacity that he saw fit – longed for his touch to mark you forever so that you'd never have to go without it again. It was a hunger, a yearning, that you had never experienced before, not with anyone, not even Steve./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"When you felt the weight of him again you gasped, his lips coming to suck at your neck, running down your collarbone, pulling at the neck of your dress slightly. His fingers which had only fiddled with the hem before, now tugged at it gently, and you raised your arms upwards, allowing him to pull it off and throw it to the floor with little care. Only a moment passed and he was on you again, his sweet lips trailing kisses down your chest, across your rib cage, in the dip between your breasts. When they eventually caught your nipple you let out a breath that you didn't even know you were holding, arching up towards him as his tongue swirled over it, causing it to pebble and harden under his tongue. He chuckled against your skin at your reaction, a light laugh that you had never heard from him before but was a sound that you would happily replay each and every moment of each and every day./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"His hands expertly trailed down your body, over your stomach, slipping under the waistband of your underwear, teasing and testing you as you mumbled and moaned for him to go lower, to feel you where you'd fantasized him feeling you, the spot where you really needed him./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Bucky," you whispered, reaching down to grasp his wrist in your hand, pushing it down further. He obeyed, doing as you wished, the warmth of his flesh fingers running across your folds, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body and eliciting a moan. His thumb trailed over your clit, sensitive from the flashes of bliss that came with every touch. He rubbed gently a few times causing you to gasp, your head slipping to the side to muffle your cries of ecstasy into the pillow. That was when he slid a finger inside you, and then another, and you felt that you could hardly hold on. His touch was like ecstasy, a drug made just for you, and all it took was a few twists of his fingers, curled inside you, hitting your spot as his thumb gently caressed your clit for you to fall over the edge, his name on your lips./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He removed his fingers, allowing you a moment to come down from your high as he leant back, undoing his jeans and throwing them to join your dress on the floor of his bedroom. You watched him, your breath heavy, your body flushed; the twinkling lights of the city landscape shone behind him, enveloping him in an ethereal glow and you realized that everything you knew about him was wrong. The harsh line of his jaw which was seemingly always tensed was in reality soft and supple, moving freely behind the slight shadow of stubble that ran along it, reaching down his neck. His body, usually hidden beneath baggy clothes, was strong, muscles dancing beneath scarred and marred skin that showed a history that you knew but had never seen. His shoulder, where the skin contorted to join onto the metal of his prosthetic arm, didn't house danger or a weapon, instead only pleasure and beauty./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He must have caught you staring because a smile appeared on those lips, stains of your red lipstick visible even in the darkness, a smile that you had never seen before. He leaned forward, his weight feeling natural against your body as if this wasn't the first time but the hundredth time, and he planted a gentle kiss to your lips, his tongue slipping across the border and into your mouth, intertwining with your own./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"It only took a second for him to line himself up with you and slide inside, causing your whole body to tingle in a way that felt as if this was right, even though you knew that what the two of you were doing was wrong. It felt like he was meant to be there, with you, and when he started to move that feeling grew, accompanied by the knot in your stomach. It was stronger now, stronger with him than it had ever been with anyone else./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He started slow at first, just as he had done with the kiss in the hallway that felt so long ago, but the more you moaned and whispered his name, moving to meet his hips in unison, the harder he got. Your legs wrapped their way around his waist, pulling him closer to you. With each thrust he pulled your hips, his hands roaming your body as if they already knew their way around. He leaned forward, his hand resting on the back of your head to pull you up against his chest, and you took in his scent once more, your eyes closed, mouth parted as your bottom lip caught against his skin with each movement./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Tell me he doesn't make you feel this good," he whispered, his voice low and lustful, his breath hot against your neck. His grip on the back of your neck tightened but you didn't care, too overwhelmed with the endless euphoria that you were feeling to even be able to distinguish the pain from the pleasure. "Tell me he doesn't fuck you like this."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""He doesn't," you whimpered into his chest, whining against him, your head falling back into his grip as he slid a hand between your bodies, slick with sweat, to circle the spot that you had imagined him touching only hours ago. "You feel so much better."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Tell me you'll come back to me," he whispered again between thrust and grunts of curses. "Tell me this won't be the last time."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"You could feel that coil in your stomach, so close to snapping. You were nearly there, nearly at the very peak of your pleasure, and it was even better than you had imagined it being. His words, the way that his voice almost begged as he asked, were more than you could handle. He wanted you, more than just this once, more than a one-time-thing to get it over and done with before it was never spoken of again. He wanted you to come back, and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I'll come back," you gasped between convulsions of your body, your legs shaking as you rode out the strongest and most pleasurable orgasm that you'd ever had. It was unlike anything that you had ever experienced before, and you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you would be coming back for more. "This isn't the last, I promise."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""Fuck."/p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;"He finished at your final words, spilling inside you, his lips tracing over yours, swallowing your promise as if to seal the deal with a kiss. His body was flushed and wet, his rough breathing matching your own and he fell to your side, running a hand through his tousled hair as it fell against the pillow, haloing his face as he looked up at you, his blue eyes catching yours with an elated smile./p
p style="margin: 1em 0px; color: #555555; font-family: Overpass, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; letter-spacing: 0.6px;""I'm going to hold you to that promise."/p
