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The ground beneath your feet felt like glass. Digging into the arch of your foot as twigs and pebbles crunched and snapped under your weight. The act of lifting your feet was exhausting after getting body slammed a couple times.
“Can you hurry up?” Bucky then snapped, a few feet in front of you as you stopped to glare at him.
“No.” You spat back, resuming the same, turtle-like pace as Bucky groaned and rolled his eyes in pure annoyance.
He waited for you to catch up, heels digging into the dirt below his combat boots as he strutted off again.
That was the fundamental difference between you and Bucky; he was a super-soldier, but you were just a damn good spy.
“We’re not gonna make it back before it gets dark if you keep up this pace.” He doesn’t even turn his head to look at you as you mime strangling him as a way to get out your frustrations.
“What? Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark, Barnes.” You mock him, nearly hearing the way his head snaps back and he has a look on his face that says he bites.
“Maybe if you just followed my fucking orders we wouldn’t be here.” He barked and you felt your blood boiling.
How fucking dare he blame the mission going to shit on you?
You were ambushed, it was two to a hundred men in armoured suits with God-like powers that even Bucky had trouble fighting them off.
“Because your orders were stupid.” You hissed, finally catching up to him, intent on passing him before he gripped at your upper arm and grit his teeth.
His jaw was locked.
“And now look where we are,” he snarled.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying.” He bared his teeth at you, dropping your arm as you threw daggers at him with your eyes.
Both of your chests were heaving, there was dried blood on his eyebrow and your ribs were aching and possible broken or at the very least, fractured.
“Now keep up.” He said harshly, taking a step as you finally got to the end of your fuse.
“I’m not a fucking super-soldier!” The birds flew off their branches, startled at the loudness of your words as Bucky turned to look at you again.
His face softened, barely, before he sighed.
“Get on my back then,” he finally said and you laughed.
“I’m serious,” he reiterated. “It’s faster if I carry you.”
You shook your head, laughing still as you passed by him.
“No fucking way, Barnes. We get there when we get there.”
He groaned, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn’t quite make out, but you were certain that it was something about how much of a pain in the ass you were.
This is how every mission went with Bucky, well, minus the getting ambushed part, that never happens.
But the bullying and fighting? Oh yeah. That was normal.
It had gotten so bad that you and Bucky usually weren’t allowed to be left alone in conference rooms because everyone was scared that you would either throw each other through it.
Or end fucking on the floor for all to see.
That thought had entered your mind more than once.
Sex usually shut a man up and you were desperate to get a moment’s of peace.
It didn’t help that you were forced to share a motel room with Bucky, getting complaints from every neighbour about the constant fighting and bickering.
Plus, it had been far too fucking long since you’ve gotten laid and you could use it.
God knows there was no way you could sneak an orgasm in the shower when hot water doesn’t exist in the first place at cheap motels.
Not to mention that Bucky Barnes is enhanced. And a light sleeper. If he caught you trying to get yourself off he would never let it go.
You were so close to saddling him up and riding him as a way to get him to shut the fuck up because while the man was hot as hell; you hated him.
The five kilometre hike through the woods back to the ironically named Lover’s Lane motel shouldn’t have taken as long as it did.
Because there was no way you were getting on Bucky’s back and your ankle had started showing tell-tale signs of swelling as your limp grew more noticeable.
“Oh my God,” Bucky said, exasperated.
“It’s like watching Bambi learn how to walk. Will you just get on my back so I can carry you the rest of the way?”
Bucky was quite literally begging you at this point, anxious to get into a shower and well, yeah, you were too.
You didn’t say anything as you hopped onto his back, getting a piggyback from the six foot five super-soldier as your legs swung against his thighs.
It was kind of nice. He was warm, and the sun had set a little while ago, cold night air started to creep beneath the fabric of your clothes.
The motel was in your sights, right on the horizon and you and Bucky blew sighs of relief.
You had to admit, Bucky was fast and quiet as he weaved through the trail, taking a few shortcuts until you were sneaking back into the hotel room with the rusty key you’d been given.
Bucky’s kindness didn’t last long, because the second the door shut he dropped you from his back as you barely had enough time to catch yourself.
A hiss left your lips when you tried to apply weight to your ankle, groaning as you realized that this would most definitely take more than a single night to heal.
Sometimes you were incredibly jealous at the serum running through Bucky’s veins, because the cut above his eyebrow was nearly healed.
“I’m gonna get you some ice for your ankle.” Bucky grumbled, not giving you a choice or chance to respond before he was off to the ice machine.
You took the chance to take the shower first, grabbing a change of clothes and letting the lukewarm water wash the dirt and blood off of your body.
Bucky made his entrance loud right as you turned the water off.
The bed was calling your name. That and an entire large, greasy pizza to yourself as you pulled your clothes over your body and stepped out of the bathroom.
“You better not have used up all of the hot water.” Bucky grumbled as you just scoffed at him and made your way to the bed to ice your ankle.
You watched him disappear into the bathroom, a few moments of silence as you checked your phone for any updates.
Bucky’s showers never lasted long, he was bred on efficiency and speed and it made you wonder if that’s how he fucked.
Your thoughts were interrupted by towel clad Bucky emerging into the bedroom making you scoff and roll your eyes.
“Put some clothes on, no one wants to see that.”
His towel clung to his hips, just barely hanging on for dear fucking life as you averted your eyes back to nothing on your phone.
Bucky chuckled, deep and low as a dark smirk spread over his lips.
“If you wanted me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask.” He snickered and you tossed your phone to the end of the bed.
“Why?” You narrowed your eyes at him, “so you can fuck me for two minutes and ask me if I came?”
Bucky was eerily calm for the words that just came out of your mouth. And that couldn’t be good.
“Oh, have you forgotten?” He took a step closer to where you were sat on the bed.
“I’m a super-soldier, kitty.” The pet name sent a delicious shiver down your spine.
“I’m not like the men you see on the streets. I’m so much better.” He’s nearly purring right in your face as you feel his hot breath.
You gulp, swallowing thickly.
“Besides.” He smirks, “I hear you calling my name in your sleep. That cunt of yours is practically begging for my touch.”
Oh fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
For the first time in forever, you were at a loss for words.
Complete speechless as Bucky straightened his spine.
There’s a weird tension in the air, thick and palpable and maybe you’re trying to see the thing that you want to see, but there’s a growing tent under Bucky’s towel.
“Fucking you won’t change the way I feel about you,” you finally manage to say.
Though your voice is raspy and weak, confidence faltering entirely as Bucky laughs.
“You may still hate me, but you’ll love my cock.”
Fuck him.
He throws a wink in your direction.
“Come and get it, Kitty.”
Oh how you hate him, but you want this too bad so you have to swallow your pride as adrenaline courses through your body temporarily relieving the aching of your ankle.
You’re quick, but Bucky is much faster and he can see right through you.
He has you pinned against the wall, slamming you against it so hard the painting falls off with an unceremonious thud.
“Aww, you’re so cute.” He mocks you.
“I know you think you’re tough and shit.” His words are like venom seeping through your pores.
“But I’m still the super-soldier. Which means your cute ‘lil sparring moves are useless.”
His hips rut against yours, bulge growing and fuck he feels big already.
It had been too long since you’d gotten laid, you needed this. But you weren’t too happy about feeding Bucky’s ego.
“Quit making excuses and let’s get to fucking.” You huff, squiring under him and it makes him groan as his dick twitches.
He doesn’t say anything, instead he slams his lips against yours in a harsh and messy kiss. It’s teeth and tongue, clanging and fighting for control as he gropes your ass.
“You may be fucking annoying.” He pants. “But your ass distracts me on every goddamn mission.”
He’s squeezing the supple flesh, giving it ample attention before you’re yanked off the wall and thrown onto one of the beds.
It creaks under both of your weights, Bucky pinning you to the bed as you begin tearing off each other’s clothing.
Well, the towel that covers Bucky.
It’s clear that you’re both desperate.
Your panties are soaked, drenched, and you know Bucky is going to say something the second he glides his fingers through your folds.
“I’m not surprised at how wet you are, Kitty.” He grins devilishly.
“‘Cause I could smell you a whole 15 minutes ago when you stepped out of the shower.”
Goosebumps rise to your skin as his cold digits come in contact with your clit, rubbing it before he’s coating his fingers further.
“Or when you’re asleep and practically humping your pillow in your sleep.” He continues to tease you, fingering you slowly.
“You make the prettiest fucking sounds for someone who gets on my nerves every waking hour.”
He then pauses, palming both your tits.
“And now I finally get to taste you, Kitty.” You know what he’s doing, bending your legs for you before sinking to the edge of the bed.
He inhaled sharply, “fuck.”
“Didn’t think I’d ever see such a cute pussy.” You’re writhing under him and he hasn’t even touched you.
“Bucky I swear to God—“
He cuts you off with a lick to your core, hot tongue lapping at whatever you have to offer him and it sends you into a frenzy.
“Don’t be fucking greedy,” he growls against you, the vibrations a pleasant surprise as he continues to ear you out like a starving man.
It’s messy, Bucky spitting over you before he’s teasing you with two thick fingers.
Two thick fingers that curl deep inside of you until you’re on the brink of your orgasm and nearly in tears.
“All you gotta do is say the magic word, Kitty.” He taunts you, keeping you right on the brink as you let out a cross between a sob and a whine.
“Please,” you croak. “I just wanna come.”
He pauses inside of you, feeling your walls fluttering around him before his mouth is around your clit again.
You’re falling apart, and it hits you harder than you expected.
So hard that you think you’re about to black out.
Bucky’s panting, cock hard and heavy against your hip as you manage to open your eyes just in time for him to slot his lips over yours.
“I just wanted to hear you beg.” He smirks, watching the way you roll your eyes, but he pinches you inner thigh.
“Don’t get an attitude or you won’t get my cock.”
You just huff, “it’s not like I know what I’m missing out on.”
You shrug.
You see the way Bucky’s pupils dilate at your words.
That’s when you’re flipped over, harsh spank to your right cheek as Bucky places a bionic arm between your shoulder blades as an attempt to keep you pinned to the bed.
You whimper.
“Well then why don’t I fucking show you.” He purrs, pushing the tip of his cock into you.
It makes you shiver, whining under him, “Bucky.”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He cooes mockingly, but he stops halfway.
You’re wiggling your hips, or at least you’re trying to. But he doesn't budge.
“I could just stay like this,” he whispers in your ear.
“I could even just fuck your thighs, leave you a dripping mess.” He threatens as you gurgle out a no.
He chuckles deeply, “then beg.”
You close your eyes, Bucky’s cock half inside of you as you suck in a harsh breath.
“Please.”
“I said beg, not use your manners.”
You’re soaking him, coating him in your arousal at this point.
“Fuck me, Bucky. Please. I-I need you, please.” You hiccup, once again on the verge of tears as he hums.
“We’ll work on that,” he teases, but pushes in until he’s balls deep.
He leaves you quivering, the position making it easy for him to hold you down as he absolutely fucks you.
And he fucks you hard.
You’re not sure if the bed is going to survive the night, but you don’t give a single shit. Because Bucky is balls deep inside of you and letting out the filthiest moans.
“This doesn’t change anything.” He pants.
“I still hate your fucking guts.”
His thrusts are slowly getting sloppy.
“The only difference now,” you squeak when he hits the spot, making sure to concentrate all his efforts on doing that again.
“Is that I’m in your guts.”
Your coil snaps, biting down on the gross motel sheets as you come.
Bucky pulls out, fisting his cock and painting your back and ass with a shudder and moan that rumbles through the room before it’s silent again as he falls onto the bed beside you.
“God,” he pants. “I really fucking hate you, but I might be in love with your pussy.”