You’ve been on edge since the last mission and for the life of you, there’s nothing that you could think of that would’ve put you on edge. For days now, you’ve tried working out at the gym when no one’s around. You even started a running regimen, and if that wasn’t going to help you, at least you wouldn’t live long since it would kill. It was the least of your favorite things to do. Anything to get this, whatever it was, out of your system. You’d even noticed that your attitude was brat-like.
As you were headed to the elevator, up to the commons area to raid the fridge, the doors were almost shut until a hand stopped them. As the doors slid open to allow its newest passenger to board, that’s when the answer to your problem was solved. Your nostrils flared in irritation. You clenched your fists at your side until you realized that the source of your irritability was none other than the beefy man standing in front of you.
In anger or sexual frustration, the elevator felt hot and stifling. The temperature had skyrocketed, and you were definitely overheating.
“Hi, doll.”
Bucky didn’t even look at you, just stared straight ahead.
“Just shut up.”
As soon as the words were out of your mouth, your eyes went wide, and you looked directly at Bucky. A muscle in his jaw ticked as his nose flared. But instead of saying anything, he merely relaxed and smirked down at you. You go to stammer an apology, but before you can, the doors have opened. Bucky was already out and 10 paces ahead of you.
“Shit!”
“Language!”
Groaning, you looked up to see Bucky’s best friend and fellow super soldier, Steve Rodgers meeting up with him. He gave you a pointed look then looked at Bucky. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at Steve. As Steve chuckled, you wondered if it was worth the night you got drunk and talked about his best friend to him. You were beginning to debate whether finding food was a necessity or if you could just go crawl under your blankets and hide. You were about ready to scream, when Bucky spoke up again.
“You better get your ass in there, or I will eat the dessert you hid away last night.”
Clenching your hands again, you replied, “Do that and we’ll see who needs a vacation to lick their wounds.”
Nobody, and you meant nobody messed with your sweets.
“Oh, I’ll be licking something, but it won’t be my wounds.”
If you hadn’t been on the verge of committing a murder right then and there, you would have laughed to see Steve turn as red as a tomato. You were about to say something else when Steve pushed Bucky away from you. His head came close to Bucky’s ear, and you wished that you could’ve heard what he said to Bucky.
Bucky threw his head back exposing his corded neck. That right there was why you could hardly concentrate on anything and seemed to want to hit him over the head. You took a couple of minutes to calm down. Wouldn’t be good PR if there was a murder in Stark’s tower.
After about five minutes you came around the corner to the kitchen. No one was around and you let out a sigh of relief. Quickly, you dug around in the fridge for your decadent chocolatey dessert. You also reached for the whip cream and noticed a sticky note on it. You frowned as you pulled it off and read it.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. The balls of that man!”
While Bucky was sweet and a gentleman for as long as you had been with the Avenger’s, something on the last mission had changed him. You had done your job, by distracting a group of hired henchmen, but one of them had tried to take things too far. You were just about to break your cover, when out of no-where, bodies started to fly. Once you were bundled away back into the Quinjet, Bucky proceeded to check you over from head to toe, making sure that you weren’t hurt.
There was a budding warmth down in the pit of your stomach growing every minute he was there. But all that had changed the day after the mission when Natasha had chewed him out for treating you like a delicate flower.
You could still remember overhearing that particular conversation, although it was one sided.
“You know damn well Barnes, that she can handle herself and if she needed the backup then she would’ve called over the comms. No, you don’t get to talk right now. She’s trained with me, and I don’t see any reason why you had to do that. You undermined her, not only as an agent, but as a woman in front of everyone that was on that mission. Until you can get over the fact that she doesn’t need rescued every time, that she doesn’t need a white knight, just stay away from her.”
And stay away he did. Up until today, you had gone about your daily routine and work with not even a “Hi, doll.” It had become a bit of an addiction that you loved indulging in even if nothing came of it. It was like your own slice of pie.
Realization dawned on you. Not only were your angry and upset with Bucky, but you were pissed off at a particular red head too. Looking back at the sticky note, you shoved the can of whip cream back into the fridge. Like hell would you take this with you. If Bucky wanted something sweet to lick up, he could go get it himself.
“Oh, really?”
Your eyes got big as you whirled around to face the owner of the deep rumbled voice.
“Shit, I did it again. Why can’t you just mind your own business. Seems like you’re really good at it.”
You wanted to smack yourself in the face, like hard. It didn’t seem wise to poke the grizzly bear, but your mouth and attitude decided it was going to be fun. Standing your ground, you can hear the whir and clicks of his shifting plates of his arm. You couldn’t help yourself and so you looked at it. Unconsciously, you licked your lips.
You had always been fascinated with how he handled his arm. This was just another testament to how good of a person he was. Here was a man who had unbelievable strength, that could kill men in an instant and that same arm was capable of giving comfort and support. You had even told him this once.
“Eyes up here if we are going to do this.”
When you made eye contact, he was wearing that infuriating smirk again. You set your plate on the counter next to you and crossed your arms. Bucky’s eyes did a quick dip down and then back up. You rolled your eyes thinking it was typical of men to stare at boobs.
“Care to elaborate. I don’t think that I’m on the same page as you doll.”
“Exactly like I said, you’ve been avoiding me after giving me all these mixed signals and I’ve just had it. I’m tired and want to be left alone, now.”
You dropped your arms and tried to step around the wall that was in front of you when he crowded you back against the counter.
“Put your dessert back in the fridge.”
He could see the defiance light up in your eyes and he smiled darkly.
“It wasn’t a request. It was a command.”
You held his gaze. There was something dark swimming in them, something that asked to be pushed so it could break free. Sighing, you decided to just do it. You bent over to slide your dessert to the back of the fridge when you felt a hand land low on your hip, almost to the point of caressing your ass. You bit your tongue and swallowed the moan that was trying to make its way up.
“Don’t forget the whipped cream.”
You couldn’t move. You were afraid of giving yourself away. You were afraid and exhilarated on where his hand was slowly moving to. His metal hand moved down and along your hip to the front keeping you from moving forward at the same time his flesh hand came down on your ass with a crack.
Thankfully, his arm kept you from moving forward, otherwise you’d be inside the fridge. His hand lifted off, and you were afraid he was going to do it again so you instinctively grabbed the can of whipped cream.
He pulled you up against the front of him as the metal arm stayed around your waist and his flesh hand came up to tilt your head towards him. He could see how much this was affecting you and he was upset that he let Natasha get in his head even if what she had said was true.
You were a very capable agent. It’s just something had snapped in him when he saw things go south on that last mission. All he could think about was the fact he hadn’t told you.
He saw your eyes dip to his lips and stay there. Bucky let out another growl. It had you rubbing your thighs together just like he hoped. He brought his lips closer, stopping just shy of yours touching his. You had stopped breathing all together. Needless to say, you were entranced with him. He moved just enough so you could feel the hard steel underneath his pants brush lazily against your ass.
This time you couldn’t help the moan that escaped nor pushing your ass back into his crotch. It was all too much. It was what you had dreamed of late at night while touching yourself. This had to be a dream. That’s what this was. Some how you had hit your head extremely hard, and you were laying somewhere concussed.
Bucky had to step back when you started grinding back on him. If he didn’t then he was going to take you there against the counter where anyone who came into the kitchen would be able to see you speared by his cock. His cock twitched when you cried out from the loss of contact. Your head looked over your shoulder as he backed out of the room.
“Whipped cream, my room, 5 minutes.”
Your brain didn’t allow you to do anything else but comply with the orders that the super soldier had given you although it did take you 10 minutes instead of 5. As you approached the door to his apartment, you realized how isolated he was. For a moment sadness washed over you, that was until his door swung open. There before you was the sweetest most delicious thing you’ve ever wanted to lick, and you knew all about sweets. James Buchanan Barnes.
Leaning against the door frame in nothing but his gray sweatpants, which were hung really low, that smirk of his set you off again but not because you were angry, but because you were so aroused. You slowly trailed your eyes down from the corded muscles in his neck, across the expanse of toned chest down to his metal arm, and then down to where the V disappeared in the sweatpants. Lust like never before washed up and over you. You were drowning in it, drowning in Bucky and there was no way back.
Broken from your perusal of his body, Bucky said, “I thought you were going to have me chase you. I would’ve liked that but then I would’ve had to punish you more.”
You jerked back. With just those words you felt your pussy flood your panties. What had gotten into you that someone saying they were going to punish you made you gush? Your nipples had tightened, and you were becoming over sensitized the more his gaze stayed on you. You gasped as his hand wrapped around your wrist bringing you in to his apartment. He took the can of whipped cream and leaned down so his lips and breath could caress your ear.
“In my room and you better be bare or else.”
He pushed you towards his room.
Insecurities started to rear their ugly head and so you quietly choked out, “I…I don’t think I can do…this.”
Bucky came up behind you and wrapped you up in his arms. This was not a sexual touch but a comforting touch. Again, he put his lips near your ear so he could talk to you gently.
“Know this, you are brave and caring and you shine brighter than anything I have ever seen. This is totally up to you what we do or what we don’t do. I’m not going to give you more than you can take, trust me in that.”
He held you there until your breathing became slow and steady. His cheek would rub against yours periodically. You had everything you’d ever want right here, so why were you so afraid? You knew the answer, you were afraid of not having control. But the calmer you became, you were able to think that over. Would giving control over to someone like Bucky, someone who you trusted with your life, be a bad thing? Would being free to enjoy the moment be a bad thing? No, it wouldn’t and the only person you’d want to take you on that journey would be the man holding you while you freaked out.
“Ok. You can let me go.”
Bucky back up but not before placing a chaste kiss against your temple. He didn’t know what your answer would be and so watched you like a hawk. Taking a deep breath, you started towards his bedroom door slowly taking your clothes off. Somehow being given time to give yourself a pep talk, a newfound confidence was shining through. As your hand went to turn the knob, you threw a sassy smile back at Bucky.
“Thanks for that. I guess I’ll see you in here then?”
You didn’t wait for his reply as you closed the door behind you.
You took your time turning in a circle in the center of his room. It was cozy. The blue-greens and brown nicely complemented each other as well as the leather chair and the King-sized bed. You could see pictures of a family on a bookshelf full of old books. You were so enthralled with your surroundings that you did not hear Bucky come in.
The curtains were pulled but a few rays of light still shone through. You were backlit and Bucky noticed the weight of your breast, the curve of your hips and ass, and the overall perfection that was you. You were his nymph, his muse, and he was ready to worship at your altar.
It wasn’t until you turned around to inspect the bed that you noticed him sitting there. A girlish scream came out and he threw his head back and laughed. He laughed just like he did when he walked out of the elevator earlier. As your eyes took him in, you realized that he still had his sweatpants on. There, underneath them, was what you craved.
“Doll, I want you to come over her and lay across my lap.”
Bucky patted his thighs, those thick tree trunk like thighs. Taking another deep breath, you crossed the room and stood next to him. He helped guide you down carefully, giving you enough time to back out of this if that was truly what you wanted. After you got comfortable laying across his lap, even though you were being poked with an iron rod, he caressed your bare bottom.
“Look at that. My girl is dripping for me.”
Bucky trailed his fingers lightly down through your folds. You tried to lift your ass up to get more friction from his fingers, but a quick slap on your cheek was unexpected. Rubbing the spot his just hit, Bucky lets you know what he wants.
“You are not going to move an inch. Do you understand?”
Without waiting for a reply, he continues, “You will stay still and count out every smack I deliver to this delicious ass of yours until I feel that there won’t be another repeat of what happened on that mission.”
You stiffened up at the mention of the mission that started all of this.
“Bucky, you know very well that I had everything under control until…”
Another crack sounded out and a whimper left your lips.
“You are not to talk back either. You will be punished for that mission. I understand that you had everything under control, but if I would’ve waited another second, my girl wouldn’t have walked away unscathed. You had my heart literally in my throat, Hydra’s former weapon, a super soldier. I’m not supposed to be like that, but you bring me to my knees doll. I must punish you, so you understand not to do that again.”
As you were trying to process everything he said, smack after smack landed back and forth between your 2 cheeks. Tears were streaming down your face, not because of the spanking, but because you didn’t know how much distress you had caused Bucky. When he got done and landed the last one on your pussy, you were a blubbering mess apologizing over and over to Bucky. He let you get it all out as he soothingly rubbed his hand over, down and around the curve of your ass slipping his finger into your sopping hole.
“There, you finally get it, don’t you? They all think I was a heartless soulless beast when Hydra had me. They don’t know what that is, and I pray nobody ever finds out but if something happened to you, it’s out of my control.”
Bucky pulls you up and sets you gingerly across one of his thighs. Your ass smarts but your clit is begging for some friction. Your hands go to his shoulders trying to keep yourself steady. His flesh hand holds your hip while the metal one wipes your tears from your face. He catches one of them on his fingertip and you watch him lick it off. Your hips jerk against his thigh.
“Those lovely tears all for me.”
You nod your head and rock your hips again. He brings his hand down to join the other one on your hips and gentle starts to rock you forwards and backwards. The little sounds he has you making are music to his ears. You keep rocking and grinding harder on his thigh.
“Please…Bucky I…I need to…”
Speeding you up even more, Bucky asked, “What do you need doll, just tell me and I’ll give it to you.”
You bit your lip while thoughts flashed through your brain. You couldn’t grab them in enough time to know what they were, but you knew you needed to cum. Your body was singing and begging for it.
“Cum. I need…need to… Oh, God! I’m cumming!”
Bucky keeps you at the same pace as you cum all over his pants and continues grinding you over his thigh.
“That’s it, baby girl, cum all over my leg and then you’re going to cum again.”
You don’t know how, but you kept riding through your orgasm. His metal fingers found their way to your clit and started strumming it. Your legs start to clamp around his thigh and so he moves faster. Your back arched as you feel the coil in your lower stomach become stretched too thin, until it snapped. Your orgasm burst through to every part of your body.
“Fuck! Doll, do you realize how hot that is? You just drenched my pants and squirted all over my arm and chest. Look at you, being so good to me. You belong just to me, don’t you?”
Your legs shook even more at the praise Bucky was giving you, especially when he said you belonged just to him. Your eyes were half shut as you watched Bucky bring his fingers up to rub against your lips. He then licked himself clean before coming in for a kiss. He carefully grabbed your hair, angling your head to deepen it. You tasted so good to him. As you finally came down from your high, he picked you up, stood up while carrying you in his arms, and went to the side of the bed where he laid you down.
You were boneless so when your legs landed wide open, you just left them. Bucky propped you up with some pillows before holding a glass of water up to your lips.
“Drink. You’re going to need it.”
After you drank the whole glass, Bucky let you rest. Soon enough your eyes closed, you were out. Bucky peeled himself out of the wet sweatpants. He couldn’t believe you were a squirter and if he had his way it wouldn’t be the last time either. He would give you time to recoup while he got the rest of the night’s event set up.
****
You woke up and stretched not sure how much time had passed. You went to sit up feeling something strange around your wrists. You looked down and saw black and gold fur lined restraints. You touched them lightly as wild thoughts ran through your mind. What was Bucky going to do?
“I see those gears turning, doll.”
You lifted your head up and gave him a small smile. He had stripped at some point and was now lazily stroking his cock. You licked your lips hoping that you would get to have them wrapped around it. Bucky watched as you came to life under his gaze.
“I need you to get on your hands and knees, head down and your ass up. You took your punishment so fucking well that I’ve decided to reward you.”
You slowly leaned forward, dropping your head to the bed and stuck your ass up. You were so eager to do what he asked that you also spread your legs apart, giving him better access to what he really wanted. Another growl was issued. He knew exactly what it did to you. It made you a whimpering mess. Taking his pointer and middle finger on his metal hand, he traced it from your shoulders down to your ass and then down to your dripping pussy.
You pushed back trying to get his fingers where you needed them the most, either on your clit or in your pussy. A quick slap was delivered straight to your clit. More of your slick ran down your legs. Bucky gathered your moisture and drug it to your puckered ring. He massaged it in, telling you to relax and breathe. As you relaxed, a cold gel dripped from above on to your hole. He pushed in his pointer, going slowly, sinking in little by little.
“Bucky!”
The sensations he was causing you were beginning to overwhelm your senses.
“Doll, what do you need? All you have to do is ask for it.”
He pulled his finger out and pushed back several times. He added another finger speeding up as he went. You were mewling and pushing back, needing more.
“Please Bucky, I need more.”
The moment you said that he removed his fingers. Before you could complain, you felt something being pushed into your ass. You recognized the feel of a butt plug. You had dabbled a couple of times with one and so you weren’t totally taken off guard.
“If you could see how beautiful you look taking this in your ass. Its crystal shinning back at me like the way the light shines from your eyes.”
Bucky pulled the plug back out until it was at its widest point then pushed it back in giving it several taps. He could see your muscles clench around it as well as your pussy clench down on nothing. He reached overhead to pull down ropes attaching them to the cuffs. He crouched behind you and pulled the ropes taught.
Your arms were straight above your head, reaching for the ceiling. Bucky brushed your hair off to one shoulder. He kissed your neck while his hands rubbed up and down your arms then around to your front. His fingertips traced patterns around your areolas making your dusky nipples hardened straining to be touched, touched by him.
You pulled against the restraints trying to get more than just the light touch he was giving you. He had made you this, this greedy dripping mess and you couldn’t fight it.
“Please! Bucky, I need you now, inside of me.”
Bucky pinched harshly on your right nipple making you gasp loudly.
“And I need you too doll. I need you to be safe and not in danger so I can do all the things I’m going to do to you over and over until you are utterly mine.”
He chased the pain away with his tongue, soothing the sting. He rolled the other nipple while licking and suckling at your breast. You wanted to card your fingers through his hair, but your hands were above you. Bucky pulled back again to look at the marks he left behind.
“So, fucking beautiful. When I’m done with you, everyone will know who you belong to.”
You strain forward trying to get at Bucky. You were being driven insane with this need.
“I swear Bucky, if you don’t do something I’m going to mark you up really good.”
Bucky took his left hand and flattened it against your stomach pushing it up between your breast then to the base of your throat.
“Acting bratty again all of a sudden, but I’ll take care of that.”
Bucky brought to your attention what the other hand holds. Your breath started to increase. You don’t know whether you are excited or scared. You’ve seen a gag, just never used one.
Bucky stops and gauges your reaction. He cups your cheek in his hand rubbing his thumb along your soft skin.
“We don’t have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable. I don’t want you to ever feel that you must do something you don’t want to. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.”
“It’s just I’ve never done it and I’m afraid that I won’t be able to breathe. I know it sounds stupid considering your hand was around my throat, but…”
“Hush, we don’t have to use it this time.”
“Let me try it. If I panic…”
“I’ll take it off.”
Bucky tilted your head up. He placed gentle kisses on your forehead, eyelids, corner of your smile until he could place a longer one directly on your lips. He took your bottom one and bit it. The light sting made you gasp and moan
Breathing into his mouth, you pleaded with Bucky, “Please, don’t stop. I need you too much.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.”
He slid the ball in your mouth and secured the straps while also rechecking the rope and the cuffs. He came back around to the front of you, kneeling on the bed just like you.
You found that the ball was small enough to allow air in but big enough not to let you do anything else. Your tongue experimentally pushed at it and the next thing you knew; a little bit of drool escaped the side of your mouth. You looked at Bucky and gave him an eager nod.
Your eyes flickered to the expanse of his chest, rising and falling with each breath. It was as if it had been sculpted from marble. Oh, how you wished you could rest your cheek against it to hear his heart. His hands rested on his thick thighs, and you turned red remembering what it was like to ride those powerful thighs. You adjusted yourself so you could bring your thighs together and rub. The entire time you were looking at Bucky.
Bucky’s cock bobbed up and down, precum beading up to weep from his slit. You were such a beautiful and caring person and while he was making you his physically, he couldn’t help thinking about it being long termed. As he saw you rub your thighs together, thoughts of what was to happen in the future, disappeared. He would revisit them later.
For now, he had a misbehaving kitten to attend to. He smacked your thigh, wedging his hand between them. He wanted them apart so that he could see his dripping prize.
“Spread ‘em doll, let me see her.”
You did as you were asked, feeling yourself drip down on the bed.
“Keep them there.”
Bucky took his time kissing and licking every inch of your neck, leaving bruises along the way. You threw your head back and moaned around the gag. His talented fingers found your nipples again, adding the extra bite of pain to your pleasure. You bucked your hips towards Bucky trying to get any kind of stimulation you could down there.
You needed his fingers plucking and playing not with your nipples but with your clit. You needed those fingers dipping and swirling inside, stretching you out. Bucky finally made his way down, dragging his fingertips along the skin, watching it ripple in response. When he finally gets down to the juncture of your legs, right above where you need him, Bucky stops and smiles wickedly.
Bucky flicked your clit, making copious amounts of slick coat your thighs. Deep moans and high pitched mewls were muffled by the gag. He dipped inside just a couple of times, bringing more of your own juices to your bud. Bucky continued this torture and when you are just about to cum, he pulled back.
You were panting hard trying to get your thoughts back, as drool escaped around that gag. You tried to form words, to plead and beg for Bucky to push his fingers back in and finish the job. Your eyes had unshed tears in them from being so frustrated. All you wanted was for him to continue.
Instead of touching you between your legs, Bucky went back up to your nipples, licking and biting one, then the same to the other. When you were straining against your bonds, he attached nipple clamps.
You hissed. The pleasurable pain in sent you to a place you’ve never been. There was only feeling and taking it all in. You were becoming a fountain of pussy juices flowing down your legs. As you were caught up in all this, you didn’t realize that Bucky was going to tug on the clamps. When he did, fire lit up from within and your hisses turned into loud moans, spilling one after another.
He smiled as your eyes flew opened and he saw how blown your pupils were. He couldn’t believe that he got to give you this pleasure, that he was the one given your vulnerability and trust. He wanted nothing more than to make this one of your best experiences.
Bucky moved away and you cried out wishing that you could just already cum. You watched his muscles slide against each other as he moved to pick something else up. It was a dual vibrator, the We-Vibe. Your pussy clenched and anticipated not being empty. It looked like the one you had in your nightstand and remembered how it felt.
He inserted it while pushing two fingers in along side of it. Crooking them, he stroked you several times lighting that simmering fire again. As you squirmed, he withdrew. He chuckled as he heard your muffled scream.
“Oh doll, my beautiful doll. If you think that makes you scream, just wait.”
Bucky’s smile was dark and his eyes wild as he pressed the button on a little remote in his hand. His eyes were keen to every response your body had as he started the vibrator out low and increased it until he heard your screams again.
Your hips were a creature of their own at this point. They moved and jerked all to a tune you couldn’t hear. The tremors begin to make their way across your body when you saw him take out your favorite dildo.
This was beginning to take its toll on you when Bucky said, “Remember, don’t cum unless you beg nicely.”
He rubs the fat tip of the rubber cock against your slit covering it in your natural lubrication. Slowly, agonizingly slow, Bucky pushed it in. Your legs are shaking, your eyes are rolling, and you are screaming for more. Once it bottomed out, he increased the speed on the vibrator to its fullest. Your body started to convulse.
“Cum. You fucking cum for me. Let me have it all. Be my good girl, my good doll and drench me.”
Your body seized up and no sound could be heard. As you were cumming, the dildo was pulled out and slammed back in, hitting your sweet spot rolling one orgasm into another making you squirt all over the place. You don’t know how long your orgasms lasted but finally the dildo is slowed to a shallow thrust and then pulled out completely.
Your body still twitched from the overstimulation it just received. As you were trying to catch your breath, small whimpers escaped. Finally, Bucky took the gag off.
“Look at you. You’re a complete mess. Who is this all for?”
Your voice is hoarse and throaty as you answer, “You Bucky. I am your mess.”
Your eyes are glassy as you give him a smile. He leaned in for a long and deep kiss letting his erection grind into your pelvis area. He was teasing you, showing you what you would’ve gotten had you not been such a brat.
As Bucky distracted you with his kisses and cock, he untied you from the rope. Your body was exhausted and crumpled forward. He guided it so you were on your back with your head over the edge of the bed. As you looked up at him, he glided his hand along your neck.
“Open up doll. I saw you licking your lips earlier for it, so I’m going to let you have it.”
Slowly you opened your mouth, stuck your tongue out and swept the bead of precum off the tip. Bucky pushed his cock in inch by inch, keeping his metal hand over your throat. If he reached the back of your throat, he would pull back out so you wouldn’t choke. With his other hands, he pulled on the nipple clamps again.
The vibrations of the moans traveled straight up his shaft. Bucky began to face fuck you in earnest, going deeper and deeper into your throat, feeling the bulge of it from the outside. The sight of you takin his cock sent a fire straight up to his sac. His balls began to draw up as they smacked you in the face. His dick felt like it was getting bigger and twitched of its own.
With one final shove, Bucky held you on his cock, spilling down your throat. Neither of you knew how you did it, but you drank down every, last, drop of his cum. As he pulled out, you made sure to lick it clean. The muscles in Bucky’s legs rippled indicating how sensitive he had become.
Bucky turned around and sat on the floor with his back up against the bed next to yours. Both of you were breathing a little hard. Not a word was said until you could catch your breath.
“Doll, we’ve gone about this a little backwards, but I wanted to tell you, I love you.”
Bucky turned towards you so you could see how serious he was.
Sighing, he continues, “I miss your teasing. I miss hearing you greet me in the morning before I go run with Steve. I love our goofy talks. Most importantly, I love how you see me for me and not like some sort of broken thing even when I see myself that way.”
He brushed his hand through your hair scraping your scalp with his fingertips. Holding the back of your head up, he kissed you again. This one was different than all the dominating ones he’s given you.
This kiss was slow and deep. It was a kiss of exploration. The tender way he delved into your mouth and meet your tongue, as if he’s reaching in and trying to grab a piece of your soul. The only thing is, he already had a piece of you before this all started.
Pulling back, Bucky continues in a quieter voice, “You give me purpose that’s beyond what everyone sees I can do. I want to be able to bring you joy and happiness even if its just a smile to your lips. I want to be able to comfort you when you’re sick or just feeling down. I want to lift you up on those days and help shoulder that burden. Doll, I can’t say anything else, but I love you and you’ve captured my heart.”
You had turned onto your side scooting back a tad, so your head was better supported. You were, yet again, amazed at the man before you.
You giggled and said, “Watch it Bucko, I almost thought you were proposing to me.”
Bucky tilted his head.
“Would that be such a bad thing? But don’t worry about that right now. I’ll settle just calling you my girlfriend.”
“I’m all yours.”