Angel *
“Did it hurt?” Sam approached you, a sly smirk on his lips. When you didn’t play along and simply shot him an unimpressed look, he snickered. “…when you fell from Heaven.”
Yeah, you were dressed as an angel.
Not your idea, though. As it turned out, Wanda was a big fan of Mardi Gras and begged until you all agreed to throw a costume party. Tuesday morning, she shoved a white dress into your arms and said you were an angel. You didn’t want to upset her, so you just rolled with it.
Sam laughed at his own joke before the smell of pancakes drew his attention away from you. You looked around the room and sighed, sipping your second glass of… whatever it was Natasha had given you. It was good, a bit fruity and bitter enough to match your mood.
Wanda, who was dressed as Violet from the Incredibles, was running around the living room, filling plates with pancakes. Loud music blasted through the speakers.
“Looking for someone?”
Natasha’s voice startled you out of your thoughts. You licked your lips, tasting the fruity tang of your drink.
“Cut the crap, Nat. You know who I’m looking for.”
“It’s more entertaining if you say it, doll.” She emphasized the nickname.
You glared at her, “I hate you, you know that?”
She blew you a kiss and walked towards the bar. You could use a refill, but you found yourself daydreaming about Bucky…. again.
As if on cue, Bucky and Steve entered the living room.
If you were a comic book character, there would be a bubble with the word *GASP* written above your head. Bucky was dressed like a pimp from the 70s, or at least that’s what it looked like. Long hair, no beard and a dark purple suede jacket worn over an open-collar pastel shirt.
The two top buttons of his shirt were undone, allowing you a glimpse of the tanned skin of his chest. His dog tags rested on a ball chain between his pectorals. Yummy!
You turned to Natasha, your eyes wide with shock. She looked at you with a confused expression before her eyes darted from you to Bucky.
Natasha smirked and brought her fist up to her mouth, her tongue poking the inside of her cheek. Even though it wasn’t a very subtle gesture, she wasn’t wrong. You’d give anything to wrap your lips around his cock.
You noticed Bucky looking around with a scowl on his face. He said something to Fred Jones –sorry Steve Rogers- and walked out of the room.
It took a minute for your feet to follow your brain’s command. You walked to his bedroom door and entered without saying a word. Bucky was standing at the window, smoking a cigarette. You closed the door behind you.
“Looking for me, doll?” Bucky exhaled a puff of smoke. He took a deep drag on his cigarette, the cherry spread an orange glow across his face.
“I saw you leave. You looked stressed.”
Blowing out another cloud of toxic smoke, Bucky scoffed. “Stressed, uh? Maybe I just wanted you to follow me.”
You shuffled your feet awkwardly, feeling his gaze burning holes in you. Bucky looked at you again, up and down, and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. He stubbed out his cigarette and closed the window.
“’M not sure angels dress like that.” He jutted his chin towards your outfit.
Bucky strutted over to you. That damn murder strut never failed to make your knees wobble. He dragged his teeth across his bottom lip, his tall frame made his presence slightly intimidating.
“No need to be shy,” He tilted your chin up until you were looking at him in the eye. “It’s just you and me. Tell me what you want.”
Your voice was caught in your throat. Sure you and Bucky had flirted around a bit and it was quite exciting. But when you opened your mouth to reply, no words came out. Luckily for you, your hand seemed to have a mind of its own and brushed against the front of his charcoal-grey wool slacks.
Bucky hissed, his stomach muscles clenched in anticipation. He moved his metal hand on top of yours and rubbed your hand over the bulge in his crotch.
“You want this?” He emphasized the last word and thrust his hips forward. You nodded like one of those bobblehead dolls. “You gonna have to beg for it.”
“Please.” You whined, sounding desperate.
“Please, what?” Bucky smirked down at you as you sank to your knees in front of him.
“Please, let me suck your cock.”
He shrugged one shoulder, “I don’t know. Have you been a good little angel?”
You deftly opened his trousers and tugged them halfway down his thighs. You placed an open-mouthed kiss at the base of his cock and looked up at him with a grin.
“Do you often go commando?”
“It makes things easier.” He ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “C’mon angel, we’ve been flirting for months now. Do me a favor and open your mouth for me?”
You nodded, “I’ll take good care of you.” You wrapped your fingers around the base of his hard cock and looked up at him. “You’re so big. ‘M gonna have to work real hard to fit all of you.”
“Not gonna happen if you keep talkin’, angel.”
You released his dick and licked a long stripe from base to tip, your hands resting on his thighs. He hissed between clenched teeth as you licked up the vein on the underside of his dick.
“Shit, baby!” He watched in awe as you licked the tip of his cock like a kitten. “Suck it down.”
You gave him a mock military salute before you took him into your mouth. A shiver spread through him, he threw his head back and moaned. You pulled back and rubbed the head of his dick over your bottom lip.
“Keep watching me.” You closed your lips around the engorged head and sucked.
“Is that an order, angel?”
Impressed –an also annoyed- by your boldness, he took a step back and rested his back against the wall. He lifted a dark brow, taunting you. You took the bait, it wasn’t like you weren’t already on your knees.
“Yeah, crawl for me,” He purred when you moved forward. “Desperate for my cock, darlin’?”
Bucky gripped his cock in his fist and guided it to your mouth. You opened your mouth wide and felt your lips stretch around his girth. A moan broke from his throat and it was all the validation you needed.
You worked his dick in and out of your mouth, trying to get him deep without gagging. You used your hand to stroke the part of him your mouth couldn’t take. He kept his eyes on your face, his metal fingers spread through your hair.
“Ah! Fuckin’ shit… yeah, doll.”
Pulling away from him, you sucked in a deep breath. Your lips and jaw ached, he was definitely a mouthful. Bucky stared at his cock, glistening with your saliva. Smiling up at him, you licked his balls before sucking them into your mouth.
“Touch yourself.” He commanded, his fingers weaving through your hair.
You happily complied and slid a hand between your legs, rubbing your clit.
“I bet you’re fuckin’ soaked,” He tugged at your hair, pulling your head back. “Show me.”
You held up two fingers, soaked with your juices, and Bucky bent to take your fingers into his mouth. A low groan of appreciation rumbled in the back of his throat.
“You taste real good. You like suckin’ my cock, angel?” You nodded as he straightened himself up against the wall. “Ooh, baby girl,” He hissed when you put your mouth back on him. “Can I fuck your sweet little mouth? You okay with that?”
You nodded and opened your mouth wider. He held your head in place, setting a slow pace as he fucked your mouth. You kept your eyes locked on his, your nails dug into the skin of his thighs. His thrusts became faster and deeper, his stomach taut with tension.
A chorus of moans and groans filled the room. Bucky jerked his cock out of your mouth, strings of saliva and precum linked your lips to his cock before breaking away. He watched you catch your breath, his fingers combing through your hair.
“Dirty little angel, can’t get enough of my cock.” He grinned when you took his length into your mouth again.
You hollowed your cheeks and worked him deeper, relaxing your jaw until your lips closed around the base of his cock. You swallowed around him, tears pricked your eyes as you willed yourself to hold still.
“Fuuuuck,” Bucky slammed his metal fist against the wall, his head falling back. “Oh, please, baby girl… Oh, fuck!Yeah… just like that… take it all.”
He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He combed his hair back with his fingers, his breathing was ragged and raw.
“’M gonna come,” He warned. His words were slurred and nearly incoherent, but it turned you on even more. “…so hard, darlin’. My baby girl, gonna fill your mouth with my hot cum. Yeah… you fuckin’ love that, uh.”
His cock throbbed in your mouth. Your name spilled from his lips in a cry of ecstasy. The sounds coming from him were like music to your ears.
Hot, thick spurts of cum filled your throat. You swallowed eagerly, it was your first taste of him and you were already addicted. You leaned back on your haunches, smiling proudly at your handiwork. It was messy and you could feel your saliva and his cum running down your chin.
Bucky sagged against the wall, his legs nearly collapsing under him. He watched you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand.
“You’re gonna be the death of me.” He panted, closing his eyes shut. “The absolute death…”
You chuckled. “We should go back to the party. We’ve been gone for a while. People will talk.” You pushed yourself off the ground, but Bucky wrapped his fingers around your elbow to hold you still.
“We’re not leaving until I claim my girl.” He lay down on the carpeted floor and pulled you down with him. “What can I say, I’m a gentleman.” He tapped your thighs, urging you to straddle his face. “Now ride my face, pretty doll.”
When you finally returned to the living room, the party had quieted down. Most of the guests were gone and the not shit-faced Avengers were cleaning up the place.
“Nice of you to show up.” Wanda mused sarcastically, throwing plastic plates into a plastic trash bag.
You and Bucky just shrugged and walked towards the sofas where Sam and Natasha were sleeping their drinks off. Natasha lazily looked up at you and grinned.
“Hey, did it hurt?” She slurred, her lips twisted into a wicked smile.
“Yeah, I know, when I fell from heaven… Sam already made that dumb joke earlier.”
“No,” She shook her head, pointing to the carpet burns on your knees. “When you feel on your knees.”
“Oooh!” Sam chuckled.
You gasped and curled your legs up on the sofa, hiding your scraped knees from prying eyes. Wanda and Steve had stopped cleaning and were staring at you.
“We were praying.” You shrugged casually.
You felt Bucky chuckle as he slipped his metal arm around your waist and pulled you against him.
“Whatever you say,” Steve scoffed. “We don’t want to mess with Bucky’s ‘dirty little angel’.”
You buried your face in your hands and groaned, feeling slightly embarrassed over your actions. Bucky pressed a kiss to your bare shoulder before he whispered in your ear.
“Don’t worry, I’ll kill them all in their sleep.”