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"It's unfair, Buck." You frowned watching your boyfriend down his forth shot without consequence, "You don't get hungover, can't get stupid drunk."
Bucky chuckled, "It does take away the fun of it. I can't let go." You supposed that was true in the literal sense, but he shouldn't need alcohol to relax around you, "You can let go with me." You reassured, taking his right hand in yours.
He gave you a playful look, "Can I now?"
You kept eye contact with him while you kissed his palm, the calluses of his skin brushing against your lips, "Of course," you smiled against his skin, "I mean, what's stopping you?"
His eyes flashed with desire, but he didn't act on it, much to your disappointment. Instead, he smiled softly, "I'm not sure, maybe I'm afraid." You frowned and squeezed his hand, "You don't need to be."
He let out a breathy laugh, "I might hurt you, y'know. I'm dangerous." Bucky winked, but he put too much weight on those words, you didn't like it. You knew he wouldn't hurt you, but how do you get him to see that?
You leaned closer, "You should know by now, I like danger," you put your free hand on his jaw, "And I really, really like you." He glanced down at your lips, and shook his head with a smile, "The things you do to me."
You wore a devilish grin, "The things I want you to do me." You got off your stool to stand between Bucky's legs. One hand resting on his muscular thigh. Were you doing this is in hopes to get Bucky riled up? Absolutely. Did you think fucking on Tony's bar was the best idea? No, but you'd take it.
The cool metal of Bucky's arm caressed your face, "Tell me," he leaned down to whisper in your ear, "Tell me what I should do." You paused, blood rushing down. Another moment and you regained your confidence, moving Bucky's beautifully silver hand from your face and to your throat.
You watched your lover shift and take in a sharp breath, his icy blue eyes widening, so you decided to take the opportunity, "You're afraid to hurt me, but what if that's what I want? What if I want to wear your bruises? If I want to be reminded just how deadly you are?"
Bucky stared down at you, unsure and surprised. "Really?" You could tell he meant that 'you aren't afraid of me?', you returned his stare, "I trust you, Buck. I want you, all of you, not just the gentleman. Although, I like him too." You wink and Bucky lets out a quiet laugh, dropping his hand to your collarbone. You like the feeling of his fingers splayed across your chest, like he could force you to the ground any minute.
"Okay," Bucky decided in a whisper, "Okay, but you have to tell me if I take it too far." He urged, and you immediately nodded, "You know I will, just please, hurt me." You begged in that same breathy tone and you watched something snap. He shoved you against the bar and kissed you. The hard angle pushing against your back, you groaned in pleasure-pain.
Your hands shot up into his long hair, tugging at their strands. Bucky groaned in the kiss and pushed you away by your throat, "Guess we're both learning something tonight," He gave his adorable little smile, before picking you up and throwing you on the living rooms couch.
It was like you weighed nothing, your dick twitched at the thrilling lack of control. You needed these jeans off almost as much as you wanted Bucky. Your breath shot from your chest as you landed, and with Bucky's large frame hovering over you, you weren't going to get it back.
His pulled you into another rough kiss, his tongue dragging against yours. He pulled away with a huff, "How much do you like these clothes?"
You laughed as you looked down, "I am wearing your shirt, so how much do you like—" Buck found a small hole and ripped the fabric off of you, manhandling you in the process. Your breath hitched and your hips twitched for attention.
He kissed down your chest with reverence, taking his time as his hand undid your belt and threw it off somewhere. He put both hands on the constricting cloth and pulled them down with your help, throwing them off as well.
It would be hell trying to find your clothes again, not that you could bring yourself to care right now. You leaned up and pulled at his shirt, "Let me see you," You whispered, pleaded almost, but were shoved back down by your throat.
Bucky did listen despite that, taking his time to pull his shirt over his head, you marveled at his musculature like you hadn't seen it before. You most certainly have, but it never got old. Your hands found themselves dragging across his pecks, down his stomach then back up to his arms. You traced the muscle and enjoyed the feeling of it tensing underneath you.
When you looked up at Bucky, your heart stopped. His eyes, those perfectly blue eyes, were shadowed by lust as he bore into you. It was intimidating. He licked his bottom lip before cupping your face with his right hand. "God, you're so handsome." He praised, before pulling you into another kiss.
This one was slower, sweeter, but quickly shifted as you carded your fingers through his hair and pulled his mouth away from the kiss, biting down and stretching his lip as you did.
You took it as a good sign when he moaned your name, his hands planting themselves on your hips. His fingers dug into your skin, bruising, "God," he exhaled, "I need you to do that more often."
You shared a breathy laugh, before he slowly pushed you down, "I need to grab something, Doll," he stepped off of you.
You frowned at the loss of heat, "Don't be long, baby."
He wasn't, you think he ran to his room once he was out of sight because a few moments later he was back with a bottle of lube in his hand. "This might be important," he flashed an attractive grin as his eyes raked over your naked form, draped comfortably over the expensive leather couch.
You nodded, "Yes, it will. Now, get over here!" You held out your hand, and he took it. Placing the lube next to you both.
"Where was I?" His eyes flicked to yours, "In the middle of devouring me," you grinned. He kissed you while squirting vanilla lather into his hands.
He wrapped his right hand around your length, "Devouring," he repeated, "I like that word." He licked his lips, kissing you again before lowering to your neck. His hand pumped you, but when your hips lifted to meet him, he pulled away.
"Fuck—Bucky, please?" You groaned, dragging your nails along his shoulders. Buck looked like he was thinking about it, weighing his options, lightly biting your shoulder as he did, "I was going to wait a bit longer," Cold metal met your jaw as he held your face, "But you beg so nicely."
His hand slipped from your dick to dip into your ass, "You came prepared?" He pushed at the plug keeping you stretched.
You blushed, but smiled, "I knew I could be convincing."
Your boyfriend chuckled, "Only you."
You didn't get to respond as he pulled the plug out and replaced it with his fingers. He wasn't hurting you, but it rode that edge as he pressed a second one in. He wasn't looking at his work, only at your reactions, and when you tried to tilt your head to break his gaze, his metal hand held your face firm. Sometimes pressing against your throat and squeezing. He was careful to not restrict your air flow, you knew.
It didn't take long for him to finish prepping you, even less time for him to throw off his pants, and when he shifted to push himself inside of you it was worth the buildup. You moaned his name, then gasped as he started at a rough pase. You'd have hand-shaped bruises on your hips, you could bet on it, but you took pleasure in the idea of the scratches your nails would form on his arm, however temporarily.
"God—Bucky! So good!" You praised, but Bucky wasn't settling there. His metal hand took its turn digging into your flesh as his right wrapped around your dick again. You let out heavy breaths, then had to bite back an embarrassing loud moan as he stroked in pace with his thrusts. You weren't going to last much longer if Buck kept at this.
You knew he could last all night if he wanted, and the idea of this continuing made you nearly finish.
Luckily for your body, Bucky was right there with you. He leaned down, slowing his pace to have singlar deep thrusts, "You feel so good, so tight." You pulled him into a kiss, where you bit harder into his lip, unafraid to injure, "You're doing to be the death of me." He whisper-groaned, pulling his hand into yours.
"Better not. I need this more often." You grinned, and he kissed you before returning to his previous speed. Your thighs were starting to get sore from wrapping around his hips so tightly, and the Bucky-sized bruises decorating your body ached beautiful.
You felt the tell-tale knot in your stomach, you let Bucky know by your volume increase. He continued, and you felt that knot tighten before releasing. Orgasm hit you almost has hard as Bucky, your eyes screwed shut and your back arched.
He fucked you through it. It took everything in your body not to ask for a round two when he came, just to hear the delicious moan that left him, followed by the shake of his hips, oh, don't get started.
He pulled out of you after a minute or so, catching his breath in an annoyingly quick time. You spoke up when Bucky started the search for your clothes, "We just fucked on Tony's couch."
Bucky chuckled, "The man hates me already, add it to the pile."
You hummed in agreement, but looked to his ceiling, "He's got cameras. I think we gave him some for the spank bank." You both made eye contact before devolving into a giggle-fit. It made it so much harder to breath, and that option was removed entirely as Buck picked you up over his shoulder. Your clothes in his other hand. Now, 'Doll' had a different meaning, cause he could throw you around just like one.
"Then, let's get somewhere private to clean you up. I'd hate for him to see something so personal." He had mirth in his voice, but you couldn't see his smile cause you were facing the opposite way. "Why do I feel like this is your favorite part?"
"Cause it is. I get to see exactly what I've done to you." Arousal curled in your gut, "Watch it, Barnes. That might start a round two."
He kissed your asscheek, "You promise?"