Longing For You || Steve Rogers X Reader Smut

Longing For You || Steve Rogers x Reader Smut

Summary: Steve had gotten back home from the mission and it seems both of you were longing each other... Words: 826 Warnings: smut Author: Ailo

Unlocking the door to the apartment, Steve Rogers was right about ready to crash. He had just gotten back home from a two weeks mission and he wanted to be in his own bed... and in your arms.

"(Y/N)" he breathed out when he found you. You were dressed in a tiny silk nightgown, drinking some tea at the dining table.

"Oh hey, hon!" You exclaimed, getting up and giving him a quick peck on the lips. "Nat told me you arrived today."

"Did she? I kinda wanted it to be a surprise.." he smiled, running his eyes over you with longing.

You pulled him in for a deeper kiss. You knew Steve loved it when you plaid the desperate housewife. Sure, you had your own time consuming job, but he loved knowing he was your everything. And so, seeing you sitting there with the dim lights making your skin glow, well... he forgot all about how tired he was. He led you both to the couch and sat himself down with you on his lap.

You could feel his hands rub all over your silk dress while you began to grind on his pants, feeling his hard cock through the fabric. He pulled down the this straps of the gown and you unlooped you arms, letting it fall to reveal your breasts. He pulled you in closer, put one of your hard nipples in his mouth and began working it with his tongue. You rocked your hips harder until finally, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Baby, I was longing for you.. Steve.. I need you in me..." you begged.

"Get on the couch" he commanded.

You got off of him and he stood, but when you were about to lay on your back, he flipped you over and placed you on your knees. You held onto the top of the couch while he spread your legs out to his liking. He caressed you folds, as they were uncovered since you decided not to wear underwear, letting out low moans of approval. Hearing the sound of a belt and zipper being undone, you started to turn and look at him. Steve grabbed your head and turned you away.

"Ohhh, no way," he teased as he finished undressing himself.

"I want to see your.."

"Should thought of that before you let me go on that damn mission" he chuckled lowly. You felt both his hands caress your back and then a second later, you heard the loud ripping of your nightgown.

"That's the one you bought me on my birthday!"

"Yeah? Well it served its purpose!" He said loudly as he pushed his cock into you. Even neighbors probably heard your moans.

Steve began to pound in a steady pace, his cock sending shockwaves throughout your body. He grabbed a bunch of your hair and pulled them as he grunted with every thrust.

"Faster.." you pleased. Steve slapped your ass making you yelp in pleasure, but he granted your wish.

The sound of skin on skin echoed through the apartment but all you could focus on was his huge cock rubbing against your tight walls. With every push, he made contact with your spot and your moans grew louder.

"Yeah, you like that?" He panted. "Fuck."

He slapped your ass again, then gripped your waist tighter, going at faster pace.

You curled and uncurled your toes and tried to open wider for him. Your breaths became shallower as he slid in and out at the unbearable quickness. Your walls tightened around his cock.

"I'm... about to cum.." you managed to say.

Steve put one hand on your chest and the other on your stomach and pulled you up close to him. You reached up behind you and ran a hand through his hair and rested the other on his defined ass. You felt every curve of his abs with your back and butt. He rubbed himself all over you, mixing his sweat with yours. Your neck became warmer with ever touch of his lips and tongue. You were shivering in your arms.

Then he began to pound hard again, kneading your breast with one hand, and your clit with the other. You felt your walls tensed up more, then... the release of the orgasms as you clenched and unclenched around his dick.

"Shit, (Y/N)!" he said as he continued to push in you. You heard him hold out his moans longer and you moaned along with him.

"Fuck, (Y/N)!" He began a string of curse words. You felt his pace began to falter. His cock then pulsed inside you, shooting warm cum deep within.

Steve leaned on you as he rested his head on your shoulder, making you chuckled.

"Well.." you panted, "now I really wanna know what happened on that mission."

He laughed breathlessly and kissed the back of your neck.

"How about tomorrow?" he asked. “Now let's go to bed. I missed you so much.”

My little treasure || Part II

Teaser || Part I 

WORD COUNT: 1450

WARNINGS: none

AUTHOR: Cass

‘’Andrea! Get into the car.” Bucky said looking at his daughter “Nooo I don’t want to go to S.H.I.E.L.D, daddy... please.” She whimpered looking at him with her big blue eyes. “Sweetheart... Stop, you know you need to. Please, get into the car. It will be only few hours.” Bucky told her and stroked her hair.

Andrea nodded slowly “Okay daddy.”

Bucky sighed heavily and got onto his seat  “It will be okay, you will see.” Andrea only nodded.

Bucky took Andrea inside S.H.I.E.L.D and straight into the lab.

Martha smiled at Bucky “Bucky! I’m so glad you came.”

“I had to. It’s Andrea’s day.” Bucky muttered and looked at girl “Go, sweetheart, I will go to talk with big Director of New S.H.I.E.L.D.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

Martha looked at him sadly “Bucky.. please... He didn’t meant to.” She said.

Bucky nodded. “Yes... Just like he didn’t mean anything fourteen years ago... Since he is director of new S.H.I.E.L.D he changed... maybe you don’t see this... but I do.” He sighed. “Okay... See you later. Take care of my girl.” Bucky smiled at Andrea and left lab.

Martha looked at Andrea, girl wasn’t in great mood. “Oh come on... I can’t start our stuff when you are so sad. Let’s find something to cheer you up.” woman said.

“I’m not five years old anymore... You’re not gonna give me a toy to make me feel better.” Andrea muttered.

Martha sighed. “Who said something about toys. Grant... can you come here?”

Andrea blinked and smiled “Grant!” She ran to him and hugged him tight. He smiled and hugged her back, nuzzling to her shoulder.

“How do shoulder?” She asked and looked at him worried.

Grant shrugged. “A bit sore... but... better now.” He said softly. Andrea laughed softly and ruffled his blond hair.

Martha smiled at them “Come on Andrea. We should start. Grant can hold your hand if you are scared.” She giggled.

“I wish I could... but... Dad asked me to go see him... I want go there as soon as possible... Because you know..” Grant said and looked at Andrea.

She nodded and smiled. “Go... I will try not to ran away.” Andrea giggled.

Grant smiled and nodded, than he left the lab.

“I will go to my office now, someone will take care of small research. I will take care of bigger one. As always.” Marth smiled and went to her office.

Andrea sat on one of the metal tables. She sighed and looked around, she was used to all those reserches, but she still hated it. She was visiting this place once per month. Since she could remember.

Suddenly she saw two women. One of them was new to her and other was just Martha’s assistant.

New woman walked to Andrea and smiled. “Hello there. I’m Alana and you need to be....” She said slowly and looked at paper that she had in hand. “Object… HCH-13. It’s nice to meet you.”

Andrea blinked and looked at woman. “I…. I’m sorry… I don’t understand… My… My name is Andrea… Andrea Barnes…” She said slowly.

“No… I see this in documents… You are object HCH-13” woman said again.

Suddenly Marta and her assistant walked to woman, but Andrea was quicker and grabbed documents from woman’s hand.

She started read it. “Object HCH-13,  Found in one of Hydra’s base.  Humanoid object, looking like three years old child with metal hand (Probably Hydra’s experiment) Orders: capture, shut down in New S.H.I.E.L.D facility. Make research every month, staring at day of arrival of object into facility. Object may be highly dangerous. Signed… Director… Steve Rogers…” Than paper was ripped out of her hand by Martha.

“WHAT IS IT?!” Andrea yelled. “What this suppose to mean?!”

“Nothing you should be interested in, young lady… I told you to tell every new member about HCH-13 case…” Martha snapped at her assistant.

When Marta’s wasn’t looking, Andrea quickly ran out of lab, heading upstairs to Steve’s office.

“Steve, I told you I won’t give her away. She is with me since we found her.”  Bucky muttered.

“Buck, we talked about this… Okay maybe it wasn’t her yesterday but I still don’t trust her in 100%. We can’t be sure. She will be adult soon, maybe something will activate in her, she may be dangerous.” Steve said frowning. “I’m not a monster, I know. She is still a kid but I’m worried about safety. That’s all.” Blond man explained shortly.

“Steve… I understand… But she was too small then and look… nothing happened, whole fourteen years. Nothing, she was just a girl with metal hand.” Bucky shrugged.

Steve sighed heavily and Bucky shook his head annoyed.

Grant was waiting outside Steve’s office. He was surprised when he saw Andrea. “Andrea… What are you doing here?”

“I need to talk with your and my dad…” She growled, walking inside. Grant followed her.

Steve looked at Grant and Andrea “Sorry… Did I say that any of you can come in?”

“I don’t care what you said! Because every word from you is a lie!” Andrea said angrily.

Bucky looked at Steve and then back at  Andrea. “Sweetheart… What are you talking about?”

“About documents… about fact that someone like ‘Andrea Barnes’ doesn’t exist! I’m not Bucky’s daughter.” She said frowning.

Steve smiled “Andrea… Don’t be silly, you exist.  If you wouldn’t I wouldn’t talk with you now.”

“You aren’t talking with Andrea… You are talking with Object HCH-13.” She growled.

Bucky and Steve were silent. Grant looked at her “Andrea… What are you talking about…?”

“Truth… There is no Andrea… I’m an object… Object that ‘May be dangerous’.” She said and swallowed heavily. “Orders: capture, shut down in New S.H.I.E.L.D facility… Your own words Steve… What are you gonna tell me now?” She asked.

Steve looked at Andrea, than at his son. “That’s all true. Those were my orders… Without him.” He pointed at Bucky. “And only because he is my friend you are still alive. You are nothing more but next Hydra experiment. I should’ve killed you when I had a chance to…”

“Steve! Stop it! Don’t you even dare to say this!” Bucky yelled at Steve and looked at terrified girl. “Andrea… Sweetheart…” He said walking to her slowly “Listen to me… I know it’s hard, but… look everything is fine… you have good life, you have father, you have great friend.” Bucky looked at seriously confused Grant.

“Did you know..?” Andrea asked looking at him.

“Yes… I knew about everything, I found you… I took you home.” Bucky said nodding.

“And you were telling me that I’m your DAUGHTER! YOU WERE TELLING ME THAT I’M UNIQUE, YOU LIED TO ME. YOU WERE LYING FOR SO LONG!” Andrea’s screams were full of pain and anger.

Bucky gently touched her cheek and sighed. “Sweetheart… please… You are my daughter, not matter what you are unique.” He said.

“Don’t… Touch me ever again..” She growled and using her metal hand she punched Bucky right in chest, sending him on a floor.

Before all happened Bucky could see anger…. Or more like pure rage in her eyes. Rage that he good knew from the time when he still was fresh after “Healing from being the Winter Soldier”. Bucky tried quickly get up from floor but her hit was too strong.

“Now you..” She growled looking at Steve. Andrea started quickly walk toward him, but then she felt like someone grabbed her. It was Grant.

“Andrea.. don’t.. it’s not their fault… this all happened.” He said holding her arm.

Andrea growled and tried punch him but he caught her hand, it was hard but he did this. “Andrea… please… look… look what you are trying to do.” He said looking at her.

Andrea was breathing heavily watching him, she calmed down a bit.

Then whole rage and anger faded, it all changed into tears. She looked around and started cry “I… I…. I didn’t mean to, I… I don’t know what… Why I did this.” Andrea   broke down and slowly sat on floor. Grant joined her on floor and hugged her tight. “Shh… it’s okay now… calm down.”

Bucky looked at them and sighed heavily when  he sat on floor holding side of his chest. Steve looked frowning at doors when Martha and her assistant ran inside. Martha even didn’t asked what had happed, she good knew what happened.

Marta sent her assistant to Bucky and she walked to Andrea and Grant . She looked at them sadly. “Don’t worry Grant, I will take care of her.” She said quietly looking at girl. Andrea was hugging Grant really tight. Like he was her last hope.

Bear by @tykorclint

tykorclint:  For you from me ;*

We love it soo much! it’s so cute! Thank you very much! 

~Cass 

Andrea By @withoutashadowofhope

withoutashadowofhope: My version of Andrea

Omg!!!!! I love it!!! I love it soo much! she is cute!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥ ~Cass

Chasing the shadow || Part II

Summary: Your quiet life quickly get complicated Words: 1712 Warnings: none Author: Cass

It was a month since you met Ezio again and you two were together now.

You were happy. You finally felt alive.

Taking care of assassins was something good for you. You were busy but never alone, assassins appreciated your work.

Your duty was to take care of every Ezio’s assassin. Sometimes assassins were coming to you, they were sick or hurt. You were patching their wounds or you were making sure they will recover really quick from any sickness. It was hard, some assassins were stubborn as hell,sicknessa tough task to keep them in bed.

The nicest work was when assassins were coming to you to get something to eat. It was nice to cook for more than one person. You were cooking for everyone, for sick and hurt assassins and of course for hungry assassins

Sometimes it was hard. Some nights you had to stay awake. Just like one night when you peacefully slept in your bed, dressed only in your [Y/F/C] nightgown. Suddenly your arm was grabbed and sshakd.

“[Y/N] wake up… please…” You good knew this voice, it was Ezio.

You looked at him.

“What is it…?” You muttered and sat up, rubbing your eyes.

“We need your help..” He said and looked over his shoulder, shoulde same and looked behind him. Two of his assassins were holding the third man. He was badly hurt… really really badly. You blinked in shock and looked back at Ezio. “Something has went wrong? Take him to free room, undress him, Ezio, take my bag and go with them… I will dress up and join you really quickly.” You only said and everyone listened to you. Taking care of assassin's wounds took you many hours.

You spend whole night, sitting on bed next to the hurt man, making sure everything is okay.

Ezio walked into room.

“Tesoro… come to bed, you need some rest.”

You only shook your head.

“I will be fine. I need to make sure… that he won’t die.”

Man only sighed and walked to you, he kissed your forehead, stroking your cheek.

“Bene, but please as soon as he will be fine. You have to take care of yourself. Buona note.”

“Buona note, my love.” You said quietly.

It was the worst night ever but you loved this work, many assassins were thankful because you saved their lives. You often talked with your friend who was a doctor, he was teaching you new stuff what made you only better in your work.

You also felt happy from different reason and it was because you were with Ezio, you two were together and this made you really happy. He was always making sure you are safe. No matter what it was, a walk, small trip for shopping, meeting with friends, always two assassins were somewhere close, keeping their eyes on you.

Ezio even made sure, that you got your choker. Simple black ribbon with silver assassin’s emblem.

This was your life now. No matter how hard it was sometimes, you loved it in the way it was.

You were walking around your living room, reading book. Nothing interesting, some medical stuff from your friend. You were just walking and repeating words from pages, you were trying your best to memorize them.

Suddenly someone grabbed your waist and picked you up, you let out a loud, scared whimper and you were scared until you saw who it was.

It was Ezio with happy smile on his face, you looked at him and laughed. “Ezio... Don’t scare me like this, please.”

“Scusami.” He said simply and kissed you.

You kissed him back and slowly took off his hood. “I missed you...” You said quietly.

Ezio put you back onto floor and hugged you tightly. “I missed you too so much.” He tried to hug you even tighter but he only hissed.

You blinked surprised, than you looked at him, frowning. “What did you do?” You asked angrily.

“Me? Nothing!” He said and smiled at you, “alright, alright... I just got stabbed few time.”

You rolled your eyes annoyed. “Sit.” You growled and went to find your bag.

Ezio sat down on your bed. “Don’t be mad, mi amore.” He said and started undress himself.

“Il mio bel, idiota.” You growled and stared dressing his wounds.

“They started looking for you...” Ezio looked at you, he seemed to be worried.

You were gently cleaning his woubes, you looked at him. “For me...?”

“Well... Not particulary but they know that there is someone in the city. Someone who helps us, they slowly try to look for this person...”

You shivered. “But... what I will do now..” You said deeply scared. You were brave, but not brave enough to stand still about possibility of being captured.

“Don’t worry, you will be safe. I premise.”

~~ Few days later~~

You took your basket and left your house. You walked trough calm streets of Rome, looking around at houses, people, at the whole world which was surrounding you.

You felt a bit weird. Ezio left you again to take care of some ‘important stuff’, you hated it because he was always leaving you under care of his assassins and the truth was you needed him the most.

You looked around, this weird feeling on the back of your neck was still presence. No one, only two assassins on the roof, but around you... no one. No suspicious people. You took deep scared breath and continued your walk, no matter how fast you were walking this feeling didn’t left you. For sure it wasn’t because of assassins, you were already used to their presence, it was something different and you could felt it in your bones. You only shook your head and walked even faster to do shopping and go back to home as quick as it was possible. Was it paranoia or you just lost the habit of feeling good around normal people, knowing your position now?

You got everything that you needed, Some food, medicines and fabrics. You were looking around whole time. But no one was after you, all you could see were people, normal people and guards that were walking around the streets. Everything was extraordinary.

“I think it’s paranoia..” You muttered to yourself when you opened door to your house. It was when you saw both of your “protectors” on the ground, they were probably dead, but this wasn’t the thing that scared you the most.

There was five heavily armoured soldiers and their captain. Man looked at you hardly. “As I can see, we were right. This place really is an assassin’s hideout, and you need to be their “famous” slut.”

Man growled, walking closer to you. “You are arrested. As a traitor!” man ripped off necklace from your neck.

You wanted to fight, oh so badly, but you know you had no chance. If you would start a fight, you would die. Being arrested was ‘better’ option in your situation. You only looked at man, growling under your breath.

He smiled and grabbed your cheek. “You won’t try be so strong later.” Man said. “Take her!” He ordered to his men and left your house.

Soldiers were really harsh with you. They put tight rough ropes on your hands and pushed you out of the house.

The walk to the prison... was terrible, every person, no matter if you know these people or not. They were looking at you, frowning, whispering between each others, turning their back to you.

You felt bad but, you also knew you were doing the right thing. No matter what people were thinking.

People in prison tried to pull out information from you. Cold water, beating up, intimidation... nothing made you talk. Maybe it was a mistake for you not to talk, but you knew you had to stay loyal to Assassins.

By the end of the day you were threw into a small cell, filled with mud and old hay. Your once beautiful dress was destroyed, your hair was a mess, your face was completely devastated, just like the rest of your body.

You whimpered, when you tried to got up from floor, but all you could do was getting onto your knees and hands. You looked around and saw an old matters, stained with blood and with other fluids you didn’t want to know about.

You forced yourself to move. You slowly laid down on your new ‘bed’ thinking about what will happen next. Will Ezio return on time? Or maybe his assassins will make him go back... or maybe they will help you? Maybe you will die here? What will happen tomorrow? What they will do to you next time?

All those questions filled your head, you were scared, but also full of faith, even when strong pain was filling your body.

Next day everything has been repeated: tortures, questions, tortures, questions... over and over again.

In the end of the day, you were just laying on your bed, listening to screams and guard’s talks. The thing that you heard frizzed your blood.

“What with that assassin’s woman. The one that was helping them?” “You didn’t heard. She don’t want to talk. She will be hanged  tomorrow.” “Why so quick?” “Captain is mad. I think he has a plan. I have no idea.”

You could feel tears in your eyes you didn’t want to break down, especially not now...

“Where is she?!” Ezio yelled loudly. His voice was full of fear and anger, his eyes were full of rage. “How could you let something like this happen to her!?”

Assassins that were supposed to protect you looked at each other, one of them started to talk.

“We... We tried, but...”

“They were awaiting...” The other one finished. “We didn't have any chances..”

“Imbecilli! You two have to find her. And tell me where is she. Understand?” He asked frowning.

Both man nodded and quickly ran out of house.

Ezio sighed heavily and looked around your devastated house. He felt so bad now, just every place reminded him about every single good moment with you.

He slowly sat down and rubbed his face.

“I will find you... I promise.” He said quietly to himself, clenching his hands into a fists.

A/N: Hey guys. I just wanna say that writing of next part... may take a while... Reason: 

I’m really sorry guys but I want finish game when I still have too much of free time but I promise I will try write as fast as I will be able to ;) 

When I Take Over Control || Bucky Barnes x reader smut drabble

Words: 3959

Warnings: SMUT!

Author: Rouge

I hated Bucky Barnes. He was ruining me. He sent absolutely filthy texts to me at work, making my face flush and the afternoons long and miserable. I had to painstakingly pick tops and accessories that covered the bruises and love marks scattered across my neck and shoulders. My muscles were nearly always in delightful agony from our rough sessions together. He took any opportunity that presented itself to strip off his shirt in front of me. The pleasure he derived from watching me blush and try to tear my eyes away far outweighed any reservations he still had about his metal arm. He owned me and he knew it. Although HYDRA had tried their best to snuff out James Buchanan Barnes, the charming, cocky little shit he had been in the 40s had gradually reemerged. Bucky and I made a habit of going to the Tower’s gym together just about every day. He would work his body and fight his demons. He never voiced it, but I knew he appreciated my presence. He spotted me lifting weights, pushed me on runs and had insisted on teaching me self defense. It gave him a little peace of mind knowing I was strong and could take care of myself. He was also greatly amused when I constantly told him “Fight me.” after we spent a week on hand to hand combat. Bucky was usually all business while working out, but he was in rare form today. He spent the entire elevator ride up standing behind me, sliding his palms up my sides and groping my ass. When we reached the gym floor I stepped out ahead of him, dodging a very sweaty and tired looking Clint. Bucky nodded to Clint and followed me out of the elevator, landing a resounding slap onto my ass as he passed me. An hour later I had collapsed to the gym floor in a puddle of sweat. Bucky was lying on a bench across the room, pressing a bar that weighed more than two of me. As I lay there trying to breathe normally again, I took the opportunity to admire him. His bare chest and abdomen glistened with sweat and heaved with exertion. His gym shorts had ridden up slightly, and the brawny muscles in his thighs bunched as he dug his feet into the floor. His metal arm shone in the fluorescent light. The quiet whirring sound it emitted and the delicious grunt he huffed out with every rep made catching my breath more difficult. I was enthralled with every move his tantalizing body made. I pushed myself up off the floor and sauntered toward him as his bar clattered back onto the rack. He sat up and I bit the inside of my cheek as I leaned against the machine next to him. The veins in his forearms were bulging as he pulled his arm across his face, swiping away sweat. A stray strand of dark brown hair had fallen from his loose bun and was plastered to his damp neck. The sweat that had pooled in the dip of his collarbone rolled slowly down his chest. My eyes followed as it trickled its way to the waistband of his sweats. I swallowed heavily at the almost overwhelming impulse to follow the wet trail with my tongue. “Enjoyin’ the view?” I ran my tongue over the indention my teeth had left in my lip, still ogling him shamelessly. “Its the only enjoyable thing about coming here.” Bucky huffed out a short laugh and unscrewed the cap off his water bottle. “Better quit lookin’ at me like that, doll,” he took a long gulp of water, letting a droplet escape the corner of his mouth and trickle down his chin. “That door doesn’t lock and I’d hate to accidentally give somebody a show.” He sat the bottle down, fixing me with his clear blue gaze. “You know, I’ve always been a bit of an exhibitionist” I purred, brazenly meeting his intense stare. His stubbled jaw tightened. “But I think you have one more set left,” I smirked as I bent to grab his water bottle, giving him a up close look at my sweat-sheened chest. I straightened, removed the lid and took several long sips, being sure to let a significant amount of water escape and rush down my neck and through the valley between my breasts. Bucky blinked. I made a show of deeply swallowing and let out a satisfied and slightly sensuous sigh. I noticed Bucky’s flesh hand twitch and I relished in giving the teasing bastard a taste of his own medicine. I winked cockily as I pivoted and strutted across the gym to retrieve my bag, feeling proud of myself for finally gaining one small victory in this game we played. As I reached the treadmill where I had haphazardly dropped my bag, I heard the weights rattle as Bucky began to press the bar again. Bucky was always a silent worker in the gym. Heavy huffs were the only noises he had ever made. But the bastard was now grunting with every press. Husky, lustful sounds that made my core flutter. They were sounds I had only heard in moments of fiery passion. Blurred images of hot skin, gripping hands, rolling hips and euphoric cries flashed through my mind. I slowly turned back to face him as he brought the bar down for his last rep. He pressed it from his chest. Bare, shining skin, every muscle straining, a pornographic sight… and then he moaned. The fucker unabashedly moaned. Bucky deposited the bar back onto the rack and let his arms flail to his sides. As I stared, captivated with his immense, muscular form, his ribcage began to bounce as he chuckled. “What the hell are you laughing at?” I hitched my gym bag strap onto my shoulder and glared at him. Bucky just swung one powerful leg over the bench and stood. Pinning me with his lecherous gaze, he crossed the room in a few long strides. He stopped close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body, and the sweet musk of sweat, soap and leather surrounded me. The combination was potent. I fixed my eyes on his and tried to ignore the intoxicating effect he had on me. I inhaled shakily as his metal hand snuck its way to my skin. “You can try teasin' me doll,” his words dripped from his mouth like honey, smooth and decadent. He drew his cool metal finger down my side. “But it's a game you just won’t win.” The fog clouding my brain grew thicker the lower his hand drifted. The tip of his finger lightly curled just under the hem of my shorts just as his tongue dragged a short path from just below my ear to my lobe, which he delicately caught between his teeth. I involuntarily shuddered and he instantly stepped away. I blinked blankly into his face and exhaled sharply, my mind a muddled mess. Bucky winked. “See you upstairs.” He then spun on his heel and strutted out of the gym. I gaped at his broad back until he disappeared. The door slammed behind him, jolting me from my dazed state. Damn him. I knew what he wanted. He expected me to fly after him, a quivering mess of need and want, begging him to take me in every possible way. While there is absolutely nothing wrong with being taken every which way by Bucky Barnes, I was not going to do it this time. I was going to win a round once. I knew he would be in the shower, waiting for me to fling the glass door open and pull him under the water, throwing myself onto his wet skin, skimming my hands over every reachable inch of his chiseled form, tangling my fingers in his dripping hair… as I always did. But not this time. I stomped toward the gym shower, thankful that I had a tiny travel bottle of body wash and an extra t-shirt buried in my bag. I stripped and stepped under the near scalding spray. The water flowed through my hair and over my skin, the steam enveloping me for the next 10 minutes as I imagined all the indulgently dirty things I was going to do to Bucky Barnes. I knew I didn’t have long before Bucky would come back looking for me, so I hurriedly swept a towel over myself before shrugging on the oversized shirt. It stuck to my still damp skin and my hair left wet spots on my shoulders. I decided to forgo my sweaty underwear and shorts, making sure my shirt covered my ass and held the bag strategically placed over my front. I dashed for the elevator and prayed everyone else was otherwise engaged in the Tower. I breathed a small sigh of relief when I arrived at Bucky’s room without encountering any of the others. As I tapped the code to open the door, I bit my lip, shivering at the thrill of what was about to come. I let the door close with a bang behind me as I sauntered into the apartment, tossing my bag onto the couch. The bedroom door flew open and a very irritated looking Bucky stepped out. He had obviously just finished his shower. The ends of his hair were still shedding tiny droplets of water and several small strands stuck to his forehead. He glared at me, clearly disgruntled after being left to shower alone. He was also naked from the waist up, only wearing low-slung black sweatpants. Damn, if he wasn’t the most sinful looking piece of heaven I had ever seen. “Where did you go? Why do you look like you've already showe-…” He trailed off mid sentence, noting my appearance. His eyes roved over my figure, assessing my half dressed state. “What are you wearing?” he asked in a low voice. “A shirt,” I replied flippantly as I leaned over the couch, rummaging through my bag for my water. I exaggerated the stretch, making sure he got a glimpse of my bare ass. “Yours, actually.” I thought I heard him growl. “Tell me you did not come all the way up here in that.” His tone was menacingly calm. I straightened and faced him, tossing the cap from my bottle over my shoulder. “I came all the way up here in this.” Bucky’s eyes darkened. I took long swallows of water and stared back insolently. “What if someone had seen you? What if Tony had happened to step in with you?” I drained the bottle. “So what?” His jaw clenched and I grinned audaciously. “You’re mine.” I crossed my arms. “You don’t own me. I don't belong to anyone” Bucky took one slow step toward me. “You’re mine.” Then another. “You’re my girl.” Another step. “You’re my dirty little girl. It's my cock fillin’ your mouth and your tight cunt. It's my name you scream every night. No one else’s.” He was now so close that my breasts, bare under the thin shirt, grazed his massive chest. His soft breath in my ear contrasted with the rough stubble scraping my cheek. I wanted to give in. To fall into him, let him ravage me and indulge every lustful craving. But this time, even if it was just this once, he would fall apart under me. “You can’t resist me.” I tilted my chin, smiling defiantly up at him. My fingertips slithered up the inside of his right thigh and I squeezed his hardening erection. Raising up on my toes, I giggled airily, pressing against him until my lips brushed his as I spoke. “You’re so right.” Bucky’s breath hitched. I nibbled on his full bottom lip before sucking it between my teeth. And then I abruptly pulled away, pushing past him toward the bedroom door. “What the hell?” he rasped behind me. I bit back my smirk. Got him. “Is there something you need?” I inquired sweetly as I turned to blink innocently up at him. Bucky growled, his metal hand lashing out to grasp the back of my neck. I stopped its advance, clutching his forearm in front of my face. His eyes flashed beneath his dark brow. “I said, is there something you need?” I asked again forcefully, letting my gaze wander from his eyes, to his inviting mouth and back up. “You know what I need,” he whispered hoarsely. “Tell me. “I need you.” Say it,” I murmured. Bucky flexed his jaw. He loved being in control. “Say please, Bucky,” I breathed alluringly, releasing his arm and running my fingers over his stubble. “Say it and I can give you everything you want.” He sighed softly, his crystal eyes peering into mine. “Please… I want it.” “Tell me you need me,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.” With his throaty plea, the desire consumed me. “Well, since you asked so nicely,” I teased as I kneeled in front of him. I slid my palms up his powerful thighs and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his sweats. My tongue skimmed along the line where fabric met skin from one hip to the other. As I gently tugged them down, I placed feathery kisses on every inch of newly revealed skin. When the pants dropped to his ankles I let my eyes travel up his frame. He was a solid wall of taut muscle. His hungry eyes were smoldering at me behind wisps of dark hair. He was the most gorgeous thing I had ever seen. I kept my eyes locked on his as I took the tip in my mouth and whimpered when the sweet taste of his precum coated my tongue. Bucky’s eyes dilated, dark pupils nearly blacking out sky blue. He brought up both hands to grasp my head, but I and snatched them away. “I didn’t say you could touch me.” Bucky arched a brow, bemused. I licked a long stripe from base to tip, still firmly squeezing his wrists. He sucked in a tight breath. “No touching” I ordered, dragging my lips along the underside of his cock. I released his hands and engulfed him in my mouth. Sliding my head up and down, slicking him and taking more and more of his length. Soon the head was hitting the back of my throat, producing a wet, choking sound. I took in a long gasp of air through my nose before pushing my head down, until he was fully sheathed in my throat and my nose had almost reached the short, black curls at his base. I swallowed around him, the walls of my throat massaging his girth. I gagged once and sat back. Bucky was clenching and unclenching his fists, his abs tightening with each gasping breath. I slipped a hand up the hard ridges and dragged my nails back down. His cock muffled my mewl. My other hand wrapped around his shaft and I began to jerk him as I sucked on the head. My tongue circled the tip with each pull of my hand and mouth. Bucky’s head fell back. His fingers flexed at his sides, battling the impulse to roughly grip my neck and fuck my throat as he so often did. Frenzied gagging sounds and guttural grunts filled the air. Saliva, forced out of the corners of my mouth with every plunge, rolled from my chin and slid down my throat. It was all so vulgar and everything I craved. Bucky tipped over the edge with a hoarse cry, swelling in my mouth. “Ah… fuck… ssshit…” He convulsed above me as pleasure wracked his body. I pressed my palm against him, and his warm, calloused hand gripped my wrist for support as he panted. The other came to rest on the back of my head, thumb stroking through my hair as I eagerly drank his load. I moaned around him, shamelessly begging him for every last drop. He was looking down at me as I slowly released him from my mouth. Chest heaving, pupils blown, eyes glazed over from his high. “Now.. Lay down.” Bucky blinked. “What?” I almost felt bad for impeding on his post-orgasmic bliss. Almost. “On the couch. Lay down. Now.” He took two steps back and lowered himself onto the couch, still looking slightly disoriented. “Don’t move” I murmured. I stepped up next to him, so close my knees brushed his shoulder. I lifted the hem of his shirt over my head, revealing my naked form underneath. The cool air raised chill bumps on my newly exposed skin. I let the shirt drop to the floor beside me. Bucky’s eyes never left mine as I brought one knee to rest between his head and the back of the couch. I placed the other on the sofa’s edge and my hands on the arm rest behind him. I could have come solely from the sight beneath me. Bucky was gazing up at me from between my legs, his eyes blazing with desire. His cool breath caressed my slick folds. I shoved a hand through his soft hair and tugged his face up to my pussy. “Make me come, Bucky.” He didn’t have to be asked twice, immediately running his tongue from my entrance to my clit. His hands came up to clutch my ass, burying his face in my cunt. The harsh scraping of his stubbled jaw on my inner thighs would be well worth it. He enclosed my bundle of nerves in his lips and began to flick his tongue over it while sucking gently. “Buck… Bucky, shhhit, oh god…” My high pitched whimpers and breathy curses filled the room. Both of my hands were twisted in his hair as I rode his pretty mouth. His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass and he matched my rhythm, tongue stroking from my dripping entrance to massage my clit with every roll of my hips. “Oh fuck… don’t stop… I’m so close, baby” I panted breathlessly. Bucky groaned against my sex and my legs trembled. His rough flesh hand stretched up and tangled in the hair at the nape of my neck. He wrenched my head down, arching my body back over him. His cybernetic arm wound around my waist, firmly holding my pussy to his lips, working my cunt for all he was worth. Alternating between delicately nibbling and sucking my clit, he landed a sharp slap to the back of my thigh that sent me spiraling into bliss. I trapped his head with my legs as I shuddered in pleasure. His unyielding hold on my hair kept me bent backward, broken and raspy screams falling from my throat. Eventually my muscles slackened and my cries faded to elated gasps. Bucky’s mouth lingered against my glistening folds, the tip of his tongue lazily lapped at my pulsing clit. His swollen lips kissed gingerly, and gentle tremors shook my body as I floated back to earth. I crawled down his body until I was straddling his waist, clasping the back of his neck with one hand and splaying the other through his long hair. He sighed at the sensation and I pressed my lips to his full mouth. His face was soaked with my orgasm. The taste of my arousal on his hot tongue drove me wild, and the moan that surged from my throat was swallowed by his fervid kisses. I was on fire, burning with the need to be surrounded by him, filled by him. I tugged his hair, yanking his head back and exposing his neck to my wandering lips. “Do you want me, baby?” I whispered, my tongue gliding out to taste his skin. “You want to fuck me into this couch?” A low moan rumbled in Bucky’s chest as he sat upright. He wrapped his cool metal arm around my hips, crushing my soft frame to his hard body. His other hand skimmed up my side and clamped onto the back of my neck. My palms grabbed at his shoulders as he stood from the couch, his massive strength sweeping me up as if I was weightless. He turned, delving his tongue into my mouth. I captured it between my lips and sucked lightly. “Put your mouth on me.” He obeyed instantly, dipping his head to slide his lips up the column of my throat. “Yes, baby… so good,” I whimpered as Bucky ventured lower, sealing his mouth onto my nipple, biting softly. “So good for me.” “Take me, James,” I purred. “I want you inside me.” Bracing one hand against the arm of the couch, Bucky guided himself to my opening, swiping his length back and forth through my wetness. “Now, Bucky,” I pushed, digging my fingertips into his ribs and wrapping my legs around the back of his thighs. With a throaty groan, he plunged forward, burying himself fully in one thrust. With both hands grasping the armrest, he ground his hips against mine, driving as deep as he could. All the air flew from my lungs as slammed into me with all the power behind his hips and arms. With each punishing snap of his hips, he hit a spot that made my head spin and my walls seize around his thick cock. “Yes, god… oh fuck, Bucky!” I screamed, clinging to him for dear life. Blinding ecstasy swept my body. His breaths came in irregular heaves and every muscle was trembling. I knew he was close to coming undone all over again. “No. Not yet.” “What?” he grated out. “You’re not done yet,” I gasped, reaching down to the firm flesh of his ass, jerking him flush against me. “I want more. Give me one more.” Bucky growled harshly and pulled himself from me. His hair was falling around his face, casting dark shadows across his glinting eyes. Sitting back on his knees, he towered above me, making a ferocious sight. Snatching my ankle, he hoist my right leg onto his metal shoulder. As he sank himself once more into my pulsating cunt, he tossed my left leg over the other. He planted his palms on either side of my head, his bulk forcing me into the cushions. Slipping completely from me before ramming his length deep into my center, he desperately drove me toward my undoing. My knees were pinned against my shoulders, and with every unforgiving thrust, Bucky reached a place within me he had never been. “Don’t forget to breathe, darlin’.” His voice was strained, betraying his struggle to keep his own end at bay. He held my gaze as our bodies, slick with sweat, fused together again and again. Hair wisped against my face and each breath he took fanned across my skin. I choked for air and clung to his immovable arms. His name was the only word I knew and it fell from my lips in broken gasps and moans, over and over with each euphoric surge that wrecked my body. As I writhed below him, Bucky lost control over his climax. “Shit baby, I can’t… fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come..” His body went rigid and his cock throbbed inside me. I felt the rush of warmth spread through my core. Prayers, pleas and profanities spilled from his mouth. With one final rough cry, Bucky collapsed on top of me. His forehead rested on my breastbone as he struggled for breath. My eyes drifted closed and I tenderly carded my fingers through his hair as we basked in paradise together. “Look at me.” His cerulean eyes peered into mine, so trusting and vulnerable. “I’m yours, Mr Barnes. Always.”