Nightshade

"Who is he?", Bucky's steel blue eyes pinned you in place from under the bill of his cap, his jaw clenched, fists balled. He was asking about the guy you were talking with two stalls away at the market while you were both out, having just come home.

"Just some guy I used to know.", you replied quietly, blinking quickly.

"I let you out of my reach for two minutes and you're talking to 'some guy'?", his voice was low and gruff... calm, but you could tell he was having a hard time staying level.

"It's nothing to get wor-"

You were interrupted by him taking one swift step forward, you stepping back and bumping into the wall behind you as his metal hand hit the wall near your head, crushing the drywall beneath it as you flinched. He didn't remove his hand from the hole in the wall as his flesh hand then dug into your hip, his massive frame towering over you. His face was only inches from yours, you could feel his labored breath feathering down over your nose and lips as he growled, "Who... is he?"

"Buck...", you knew he wouldn't hurt you. He couldn't. And you knew that only you could talk him down. Your submissiveness to him blended with a still, strong, confident presence and your quiet, gentle voice was the only thing that could bring him down. It was you. You were his anchor; his balance. His gentle lamb with the power of a thousand lightning bolts in her delicate hands. "We don't have a lot of money, you need to stop putting holes in the walls." Your eyes were commanding, but you blinked timidly.

"You don't worry about that." He wasn't coming down yet. "Who is he?"

"I went to college with him."

His eyes were still hard and focused on yours and you couldn't remember the last time he blinked, "You didn't live here when you went to college.", he spat through clenched teeth.

You tilted your head ever so slightly, "People travel and move around the world, Buck. You did." You reached up to caress his cheek and he quickly blocked your attempt with his forearm, swiping downward.

Before you knew what had happened, he had you turned and pinned against the wall, his metal hand holding both your wrists together between your front and the wall so that you couldn't reach him. He wasn't going to risk you putting him in his place when he didn't want to be put there.

"Mine.", he growled in your ear as he started to pull your sweatpants and underwear down just enough to dip two warm fingers inside you as he ravaged the side of your neck.

You gasped at the stinging force of his fingers; he hadn't given you any time to get aroused before starting to claim you. "Buck.", you whimpered, the side of your forehead against the wall. His dominance was getting you slick quickly as his fingers slid further inside you.

"Shhh, just a little more, baby.", he pushed them in the rest of the way and whispered in your ear, "Be good, miss."

"Okay.", you whispered.

He released your hands, gripped your hip with his metal hand and his fingers slid in and out of you more fluidly with each stroke as you braced yourself against the wall, whimpering quietly. His hands left you, he took off his hat and tossed it across the room letting his long strands fall around his face. You heard his zipper being quickly undone. He shoved into you hastily, making you yelp loudly as he let out a loud groan at your tightness. He covered you with his hard body, his arms around your ribs, holding your close. He wasted no time ramming into you desperately, your cries getting louder. He gripped your jaw in his flesh hand, huffing in your ear low and deep, "Who do you belong to?"

"You, Buck.", you whined, his thrusts never letting up.

"Who?", he panted.

You sobbed, you were so close, "You, Sir."

"Fuck, yes. Don't you forget it, miss.", his mouth took yours roughly and he devoured the sweet noises he was urging out of you. He then kissed your temple, straightened and doubled his efforts for you, his fingers digging into your flesh.

Within moments your were crying out, clenching him tightly as you pushed him over the edge as well with a loud groan, "Ah, Jesus fuck!"

He leaned over you again, his breathing labored as he kissed your neck softly. You turned your head to kiss his lips again; soft, slow.

He put his forehead to your temple and whispered, "Mine."

You put your hand to the back of his head, your fingers pushing into his damp hair, "I'll always be yours, James."