“I’m just around the corner” Bucky to said to you over the phone. He had been away the last couple weeks on a mission and you couldn’t wait to have him back home. You heard that his plane arrived just 20 minutes ago and he was already racing to your shared apartment.
“Well go as fast as you can, I have a surprise waiting for you” you urged him on. “Do you expect me to tell the driver the step on it?” He chuckled at your apparent excitement. “I’ll be there in less than 5, I love you”
“Love you too” you echoed. And with that he hung up the phone. You did final checks around the apartment to make sure everything was perfect for his return. You turned the lights down low, lit some candles and wrapped a silk robe around you lingerie-clad body. You had seated yourself on the bed in your room when you heard the front door open and close.
“Hey doll, I’m ho-“ his voice trailed off when he saw the serene setting of his apartment. “Come to the bedroom honey” you called out to him from your place on the bed.
You saw his built form, still dressed in his tac gear, approach the doorway from the hall. You rose from the bed to greet him with an enthusiastic kiss. He gleefully returned the gesture. Wrapping his muscly arm around your waist, he pulled you in closer.
You pulled away at last to speak. “Let’s make our way to the bed huh?” You suggested as you pulled the rob off your body. His eyes raked over you, filled with lust. He smirked in response to your finger curling, summoning him in your direction. He quickly made his way over to you.
“My love, you are far too overdressed for the occasion” you said in your most sultry voice. He began working on taking off his top, removing the holsters and weapons strapped onto him. As much as you loved to see him in all his gear, you preferred him in nothing at all. Soon his shirt was gone and he was left in just his pants.
He pushed on your shoulders to bring you to your knees. The way he was taking control right away, you knew what kind of night this was gonna be, your favourite kind of night. It turned you on more than anything when he took control, and got aggressive. When you reached your knees you looked up at him awaiting instructions. You knew he loved giving orders.
“C’mon, take off my belt” he directed and you obeyed without hesitation. “Now unzip” he continued, “take it out.” You reached into his pants and boxers to grabbed the treasured prize. It was just as big and beautiful as you remembered. You couldn’t wait to have it in you.
“Suck it” his tone wasn’t soft as he commanded you. You loved when he went into sergeant-mode. His metal hand twisted in your hair as you put your mouth around the head. He applied pressure to the back of your head to sink you down further. He glided in easily as you were already salivating.
He guided your head up and down, reaching the back of your throat each time. He began thrusting into your mouth to match your movements. His breathing became labored and you knew what you were doing to him. You savored every moan and grunt that left his beautiful, plump lips.
He thrusts became sloppy and more aggressive, but nothing you couldn’t handle. You worked your tongue on the underside of his cock and brought a hand up to play with his balls. Each time you reached the head of his dick you sucked just enough to cause him to emit the most amazing sounds.
He forced your head down faster and picked up the pace of his thrusts. You were barely about to keep up, but you managed. His thrusts got sloppier until you could feel his balls tighten and his cock pulse on your tongue. Not long after he was cumming down you throat.
“You better swallow it all” it was another command, one you happily obeyed. “Up” his tone was curt as he helped you to your feet, but his eyes were filled with lust and love. You smiled at him, your most genuine smile as his hands roamed your body. You noticed his little soldier was still at full attention. Super soldier serum did a lot to a man, his stamina; through the roof.
“You doll,” he began “are entirely too overdressed for the occasion” he taunted you with your own words as he pulled on the straps of your lacy bra. You reached behind your back to open the clasp and let the straps fall down your arms. His eyes once again lit up with lust at the sight of your now exposed breasts.
He was quick to push you down on the bed. He pushed down his pants the rest of the way and kicked them aside. You lay waiting for him on your back. He reached up to your hips and tenderly dragged the panties down your thighs, calves, and finally off your body. You sat up and leaned in to kiss.
He kissed you back passionately, which soon became rough. Sergeant Bucky was back and you were all for it. He pulled away at last and flipped you onto your stomach. You quickly righted yourself to all fours. He climbed on the bed, kneeling behind you. You felt his hard cock poke at your exposed bottom when he reached down to your aching core.
“So wet for me doll,” he said as his flesh fingers explored you. “This pussy’s just begging for my cock.” He continued, slipping a finger inside, and then another. He worked two fingers in and out as his thumb found your clit.
“Stop teasing me Bucky, just fuck me already” he whined. He pulled his hand out of you and slapped your ass. “What was that?” He questioned, his voice low. “Please Bucky,” you begged “fuck me.” His hand met your ass again. His flesh hand; he always worried about hurting you with his metal one.
“Is that what you call me?” His tone was deadly. “I’m sorry, sergeant” you practically whimpered. “Good girl” he praised. “You want this cock?” His tone was taunting once again.
“Yes, I want it” you sounded pathetic, but both of you loved that. “Then beg for it.” You could sense the enjoyment in his voice and that alone was enough to make you do anything.
“Please, sergeant. I want you to fuck me. Pretty please, in need your cock in me.” And with that he rammed his cock into you. He bottomed out in one thrust. Little to no resistance was put up by your soaked entrance. Both of his hands planted firmly on your hips, dragging you into him to meet each of his thrusts.
His pace was punishing from the start and you reveled in it. His delicious grunts and moans coming from behind you had you reeling. The head of his dick brushed your g-spot every time. His balls slapped your clit with each powerful propulsion into you.
You were wailing his name, sergeant Barnes, and he railed you mercilessly. You gasped as his right hand met your ass cheek. The sting was thrilling as it was painful. His fingertips dug into your hips. He spanked you again, harder. He did it repeatedly, and you moaned after each one.
Suddenly you felt his metal palm collide with your left butt cheek and you wished you could’ve helped the shrill shriek that escaped your throat. The surprise and the pain mixed together into something torturous, and not in the way you usually liked.
His movements ceased as soon as he heard the urgent yelp that came from you when he spanked you with his left hand. He pulled out immediately, but not fast enough to hurt. Tears stung in your eyes as a result of the bruising pain that didn’t go away.
“Oh my god, doll, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I got so caught up, I wasn’t thinking. I’m so, so sorry.” He was rambling. You could hear the panic in his voice. “It’s okay, I’m okay” you tried to calm him as you turned to face him. He saw the tears that spilled from your eyes and you saw the way shame and guilt filled his.
You wished you could just stop crying, but it was all just too much. The rough sex you two often had was emotional enough, but on top of it you had his sorry eyes looking at you and the sting in your ass. He was able to punch through cement walls with that thing and you just felt it come down hard on your, comparably, weak form.
He felt guilt fill him instantly. He had just hurt someone he loved all because he couldn’t control himself during sex. How much of a monster could he be? He scooped you up in his arms and cradled you to his chest. Your soft whimpers of pain killed him. He always knew the destruction he could cause with this dumb metal thing, but he never imagined it causing you any harm.
As you cuddled into him you noticed he only had one arm wrapped around you. His left arm was intentionally distanced from your body. You heart ached to realize he thought you were scared of it. “Bucky, honey, I’m not scared of it. You know that right?” Your voice was gentle as it could be.
He nodded but you felt him stiffen against you. You grabbed his arm and pulled it into your lap, hugging it to you. He yanked it away and got up from under you, leaving you on the bed. He left the room and you were confused at first, unsure if you should follow him. Your questions were answered when he returned to the room with a bottle of aloe vera.
You flipped onto your stomach and assumed the position. You and Bucky always did this, your ritual after rough sex. Sex that always involved spanking and usually bruises to follow. It was a cathartic aftercare for the both of you. You felt cared for and the sting eased on your backside, and he felt like he could take care of you.
Bucky sat next you on the bed, making sure you were on his right side, and he began to rub aloe in with his just right hand, not both. When he made it to your left cheek you hissed at the contact. Even the gentle strokes were too much pressure. He stopped touching it, saving you the pain. His eyes welled up as he stared at the red and irritated skin. He could already see the bruise forming, if that was even possible.
When he stopped you looked back at him to see tears slipping down his cheeks. “Bucky, you can’t do this to yourself. I’m fine, okay? It’s not that bad” you tried to reassure him but it just made him feel worse. He had hurt you, and you were the one comforting him.
You grabbed his arm and pulled him down next you. You turned on your side to face him and wrapped your arms around him. You cradled his head to your bare chest and he snuggled into you. You stroked his hair soothingly and left kisses on the crown of his head.
“I’m not mad at you, I don’t blame you, and I’m not scared of that damn arm.” You tried your best to convince him. “You think that people of scared of it, and that they’re scared of you, but they aren’t. I hate to see you do this to yourself, my love. I can’t stand it.” You reached between your bodies and held onto his metal hand. You brought it to your lips and kissed the knuckles.
“I love it, and you should too. It’s part of you. Part of the Bucky I fell in love with, and how could any part of someone I love be bad?” You held him closer. He wept into your chest for a moment before he could speak.
“I’m terrified of hurting you, y/n. I always am. And tonight, I did. I heard your scream, and I saw you crying. You can pretend it didn’t hurt that much but I know it does. I know how much I hurt you. I hurt someone I love.” The tone of his voice broke your heart.
“Fine, Bucky, I won’t lie to you. It did hurt, but it’s not like you intended to hurt me. What you did wasn’t something you haven’t done a hundred times before, you just happened to do it with a different hand. That’s no reason to be beating yourself up like you are.”
“Be honest with me y/n, have you ever been scared of me? Have I ever done anything that made you worried I’d hurt you?” The genuine concern in his voice and his face broke you even more. You started to shake your head vehemently.
“Never, Bucky, never. I’ve never once thought you were capable of hurting me. Can you please, please just believe me?” You were desperate. You hated thinking of how tortured he must be by the prospect of you fearing him.
“I’m sorry” he sniffled “I’m sorry I hit you so hard” he apologized sincerely. “I forgive you” you answered with finality.
And with that, he cried himself to sleep in your arms. You could only hope he believed you. Hopefully tomorrow he would be back to his regular self. Hopefully he would understand how much you truly love him.