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You were restless after a long day of meetings and debriefs on the Avengers current conflicts. You much preferred the lab with Banner to endless info sessions led by Tony and others from Shield. The only fun part of these meetings were when you had the opportunity to present new findings and results from your studies… this was not one of those rare instances.
This week, just those who lived within the compound and weren’t otherwise occupied were at the meeting - Vision, Wanda, Nat, Sam, and… Bucky. You were only cordially acquainted with them, though you also resided in the compound now for nearly 6 months. You didn’t quite feel like belonged or fit in with them without any powers. You were just a researcher aiding and collaborating on projects as needed with Dr. Banner.
So you kept to yourself, typically. There were plenty of interns and receptionists, so you did your best to blend in. You did technically work directly with one of the Avengers, but to you Banner was a colleague, and you were a visiting scientist. You’d been introduced to Tony as well as Steve when you moved into the tower, which was supposed to be a temporary stay but turned slightly more permanent as the work in the lab took on a life of its own.
Back to today’s meeting … it was nearly 10 straight hours of planning and conversations to do with an imminent mission. You were needed in these meetings simply to provide data here and there on some of the advancements from the lab in medical equipment, genetic enhancement, and such things. You sometimes provided an opinion or two on biological hazards and safety precautions when needed, but you often let Bruce take the helm for those issues, only interjecting if you truly had a different perspective.
The last meeting droned on particularly long, and you’d had it with listening to Tony argue with, well, just about everyone. The man perceived himself to know EVERYTHING, and heaven forbid someone correct him or add to his points of view. You’d done that once, shortly after your arrival, and immediately regretted it. Well, today, you’d had it with his overly masculine, toxic attitude. So, you corrected him on his claims of the necessity of an antibiotic function to his latest suit design to deal with injuries and rumored biological weapons being developed. You were the resident microbiologist, after all. He didn’t take kindly to your questions of environmental impact and potential overuse of antibiotics leading to greater issues, yet you pressed on. The others around the table stared at you wide-eyed, surprised at your sudden confidence. You were adamant that such a tactic would only harm the places and people they were trying to defend, and there were better tactics for dealing with biological threats.
“Is this sort of issue not why I was brought on to this team?” You finally questioned when you’d had enough of the back and forth.
“No, we hired you to suck Banner’s —“ Tony started to say.
“HEY WOAH,” “ALRIGHT, ENOUGH,” Steve and Banner both stood and shouted over Tony. “Meeting’s over.”
“Oh so THAT’S why you don’t respect my opinion, because the only women allowed in your office have to get on their knees first!” you retorted before leaving the meeting room. Banner took off after you to apologize on Tony’s behalf but you were already headed down the stairs to the west wing gym near the lab. As you stormed down the stairs, you took off your earrings and your suit jacket and shoved them into your bag, took off your heels mid-step and threw them in as well, and threw your hair up in a bun.
What you hadn’t noticed was the piercing gaze Bucky’d had on you throughout the meeting, and the smirk that grew on his lips at seeing you argue back with Tony. You also didn’t notice it was him that held the meeting room door open for you as you stormed out, nor that he followed as you descended the stairs watching as you partially disrobed.
You grabbed your shorts and sports bra from the locker, and changed into them quickly. You were usually the only one to use this gym as it was on the far end of the building, sometimes other lab techs would use the treadmills but it was quiet otherwise. You put on your headphones and turned the volume on max. You skipped a warm up as you were already hot. You were so dead focused that you yet again didn’t notice as Bucky Barnes was unracking weights in the opposite side of the gym.
You started with deadlifts to release some tension, which felt incredible. Then you moved to hip thrusts, and decided on an ab circuit to finish off. At this point, you noticed Barnes doing push-ups still over near the free-weights, but didn’t let it stop your momentum - he barely knew who you were, you thought, so you paid him no mind. You didn’t typically care about others in the gym, you weren’t going to start now.
For core, you started with mountain climbers, then into planks, and crunches. You were dripping sweat, feeling warm but strong during each set. Then, you went for pull-ups and hanging crunches. The pull-ups went smoothly for a set of 8 (which was a lot for you), and you went straight into hanging crunches. Your adrenaline was high, your core was heating up, and each rep felt better than the last, suddenly that heat built up - just a few more reps - just one more -
“MmmmmmMM FUCK,” you exclaimed as you dropped from the bar down to your knees. “Did I just -“ you thought to yourself through shaky breaths.
“Are you okay?” you heard Barnes ask.
“Hmm?” You said, throwing off your headphones. The gym was silent as your mind ran rampant in the milliseconds before answering.
Did I really just… How loud was I… He definitely can’t tell what just happened, can he? Oh god that smirk, he knows, fuuuck he knows. He must know. Fuck he asked if I’m okay I need to say something! Your thoughts ran wild before speaking up.
“I’m fine,” you cleared your throat - not the best idea as you felt your shorts getting dampened. “I just.. I had a cramp in my oblique, but I’m fine.”
“You sure?” He held out a hand to help you up. You hoped as you stood that any wet stains could be passed off as sweat. “You we’re going pretty hard, you sounded like - well you sounded, uh -“
You held back a laugh as you took his hand and stood. You could’ve sworn you saw him just lick his lips.
“‘M Bucky,” he said as you stood. Your eyes raked from his feet up to where your hands were still joined now for a few moments too long.
You told him your name, pulling your hand back, suddenly more nervous around him than you’d been around any of the avengers you’d met.
“It was impressive how you stood up to Tony, by the way,” he said. It was difficult to read what was going through his mind, his brow was always slightly furrowed, direct eye contact, and only slight changes in the tone of his voice as he spoke.
“Oh yeah, twice now I’ve embarrassed myself today,” you laughed, wiping the sweat from your brow.
He cocked his head ever so slightly, his brow furrowing just a bit more than it already was. “Tony deserved it. Douchebag needed a reality check.”
“Thanks, I guess. Listen, it was nice to meet you - sorry to have interrupted your workout. I should get going,” you said moving past him toward the showers.
He thought about continuing his workout so he could catch you one more time after your shower, but decided against it.
You stepped into the cold shower still fully dressed in your sports bra and shorts. You had to take a moment to laugh at yourself over what had just transpired in the past 2 hours.
You were thankful for your own sense of humor, in the past you would’ve been mortified and shut down. Now? You could not really fucking care less. You knew your worth, your intellect, and your ability. You had no reason to stay embarrassed about such trivial shit, especially when it comes to Tony fucking Stark. If you lost your job, you knew you’d be fine, too. You still had a job to return to back home. And Bucky? Sure, he was intimidating and so fucking hot, but you knew he probably wouldn’t notice you again and business would proceed as usual.
You honestly felt way better now, cooled off, and uh… satisfied. Your body probably had that stored up for a while. It still shook you that an ab workout got you there, of all things.
-
Bucky walked over to the wing where he and the others usually worked out and ran into Sam.
“You know there’s a huge gym in the other wing? Why doesn’t anybody work out over there?” Bucky said.
“No, wait that’s where you took off to after the meeting? I wanna high five that scientist lady, she didn’t pull any punches with Tony,” Sam replied.
Bucky said your name under his breath.
“What?” Sam replied.
“Her name, she has a name,” Bucky said.
“Oooooooh THAT’S why you took off!,” Sam poked at Bucky. “Stone cold soldier trying to get with HER? Alright, you got dibs, that’s fine.”
Bucky’s expression didn’t change and he stared through Sam.
“You should invite her down for beers, I want to buy that woman a drink,” Nat said as she passed by, over hearing their conversation.
Bucky rolled his eyes and walked past Sam and towards the kitchen.
“Cmon man! Tell me you at least got her number!” Sam shouted.
Bucky kept quiet as ever as he left, realizing he in fact, had not, gotten your number or found out where in the complex you stayed. Though he could just ask FRIDAY to give you a message. After eating, he laid in his bed staring at the ceiling trying to come up with something to say in a message to you or an excuse to see you again.
-
Once in your room, you styled your hair and put it up in a microfiber towel to air dry for a bit. It was passed 9pm now, and though it was a Friday, you never really stayed up past 10. While scrolling through movies on Netflix, FRIDAY came across the speakers,
“Miss, you have a message. Would you like to hear it now?”
“Yes, who’s it from?” You answered back. Your heart jumped a bit, nervous it may be Banner, or worse Tony, requesting a meeting.
“Mr. Barnes,” FRIDAY answered. “He’s invited you to drinks tomorrow evening.”
“Did he say who’d be there? And what time? Actually, can you just play what he said?”
“Certainly,” FRIDAY began the recording. “FRIDAY? Can you send Y/N a message asking if she’ll, uh, if she’d like to get drinks? With everyone, I mean. Not just me, well I mean, with me inviting her but it’s … everybody has drinks on Saturday nights on the mezzanine. Can you tell her that?” Bucky’s voice was deep, unflinching but somehow nervous, somehow you didn’t expect that from him. He seemed quiet and reserved but confident.
“FRIDAY? Add my personal number to his contacts and send him the following, okay? ‘I’ll be there.’” You answered.
-
The following evening you got dressed… eight times. Questioning every outfit you put on. You eventually decided on high waisted black pants and a flowy, white, off the shoulder top with sandals. Comfy and still very much you without thinking too much. You did your makeup as usual, lashes, brows, highlight and a bit of gloss, and let your curls down to do as they pleased.
You hadn’t been on a date in a while, really since moving here. Not much opportunity. Was this even a date? You really shouldn’t presume… but you kinda hoped it was. You did have your doubts as he hadn’t texted you, maybe giving him your number was too far. You decided to stop worrying about it and just head downstairs to find the mezzanine.
As you opened the door leading outside, Nat whistled and Sam started clapping. Quickly everyone, except Bucky, joined in welcoming you.
“There she is! Woman of the hour, of the DECADE honestly,” Sam said wrapping an arm around you. “I’m Sam, by the way.”
You shook his hand, then made your way through introductions with everyone else, though you’d been introduced before and you of course already knew everyone’s names. Nat handed you a beer and started up a conversation with you, telling you how impressed she was when you stood your ground with Tony. Steve told you Tony wasn’t always so rude, and apologized far too many times on behalf of him. He let slip that he, Bucky, and Tony had a rocky few years, but they’d patched it up. It seemed to be the consensus that Tony was a good man, he could just get so far up his own ass that couldn’t see anything else at times. You finished your beer and excused yourself, thankful to have found a reason to break out of the group for a moment.
You walked towards the bar - insane that this place probably had multiple full service bars - and as you walked, you scanned looking for Bucky. He’d backed out of the group of people at some point in the conversation, and you’d lost track of him. You felt bad that you’d not even said hello given he’s the one who’s invited you. For a moment as you couldn’t seem to find him, you were afraid you’d missed him and he’d already left - but oh, there he was. He was sat alone back beyond the bar, with several empty beer bottles in front of him. You grabbed two more beers from the kind bartender, and made your way to him.
“Bucky, hey, sorry I got a bit trapped in conversation back there,” you said.
He stood when he heard his name, and you swore you saw a slight smile flash across his face. He quickly cleared the table and took the beers and set them down for you. As he turned back to you, you weren’t sure whether to go for a hug or handshake, so instead you went with a quick forearm squeeze and another apology.
His eyes didn’t leave your hand as he spoke, “No, it’s not your fault, that’s just not my scene.”
He pulled your chair out then sat across from you.
“I could see that, to be honest my social battery met its max a while ago. I also don’t know how I feel about being congratulated for being rude to my boss,” you said.
“Do you want my opinion?” Bucky asked.
“Be my guest,” you answered.
“Talkin’ to you, to a lady, like that? He deserved far worse than just you firing back at him. But you held your own,” he said, sipping the beer you brought him. “Thank you, by the way.” He tipped his beer toward you.
“Thank you for inviting me,” you returned, tipping you beer to him. “I don’t usually come to things like this.”
“S’why did you?” Bucky asked.
“Mmm.. well, honestly?” you said. “It was really nice to be invited something, and how could I say no to you?”
He shifted in his seat, “Don’t say that, darlin’.”
You smiled at the endearment. Darlin’. Old fashioned.
“Why not?” You raised an eyebrow and leaned ever so slightly closer to him.
He chuckled under his breath and shook his head, his tough veneer melting for a moment.
“Okay, fair enough. So tell me this, then, did you follow me down to the west gym?”
“I did,” he answered.
“You’ve never even worked out in that gym, have you?” You asked.
“Wasn’t aware it existed,” he answered. “Do I get to ask a question?”
“Sure,” you said, sipping your beer.
“You didn’t pull a muscle or have a cramp,” he looked directly in your eyes, unwavering eye contact. You stared back, eventually turning and smiling.
“You say that like a statement,” you said, turning back to him.
“And that wasn’t an answer,” he said.
You scrunched your nose and wiped your lip. He knew. Of course he knew! And he was currently asking you about how you - …fuck it.
“Well…” you extended a hand across the table to him, “Do you wanna find out?”
This was BOLD of you, but he stood, took your hand, and with a hand on your lower back, he led you back inside. In the elevator, he pressed what you can only assume is his floor, and backed you against the wall. Your hands found a place on his chest, pulling on his leather jacket.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
You nodded.
“Words, darlin’. Use ‘em,” he said.
“Yes,” you said.
“Yes, what?” he said, sliding a leg between yours, his hands not moving from the wall behind you.
“Yes, Da — “
DING
“Good answer,” his hand found its place in your lower back and led you down the hall.
You made mental note of his door and the entry code which you were certain he was purposeful in not hiding. Once inside, you were again up against a wall. This time, no questions were asked, his leg was between yours, and his hands were on your waist. His lips were rough against yours, his stubble scratched at your chin. When his tongue brushed yours and his knee pressed higher between yours, you couldn’t help the small noise the left your mouth.
He pulled you forward from the wall to get his hands on your ass and grind you harder against his knee. You broke from his lips and sighed against his shoulder as he moved to your bare collarbone. Your hands found their way under his jacket and tried to pull it down from his shoulders, but his hands and his knee moved just right and left you clutching his shirt against his chest. Your breaths grew louder and you could feel his cock straining in his jeans.
“Please, Bucky,” you eventually begged.
“Please what?” his voice was deep against your neck.
“Please, touch me,” you whispered, somehow already breathless but still fully clothed. “Undress me.”
He backed away from you, shrugged off his jacket, and cracked the knuckles on his right hand. He practically consumed you with his gaze. He didn’t have to ask twice when he told you, “Strip.”
You pulled your top over your head, underneath which you hadn’t worn a bra. You ran your hands over your chest as you moved to undo your pants, but he stopped you. He pulled you by your belt loops over to his bed. Before you could even get your hands on him, he had you on your back, your pants flung somewhere on his dark carpet floor, and his stubble brushing your inner thigh as he knelt between your legs.
“Fuuuck,” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to try to look him in the eye. Your black underwear were soaked, and you knew he could see that from his viewpoint.
“Tell me what you want, doll,” he said, gripping and squeezing the flesh of your thighs, his mouth staying near your knees.
“Touch me,” you said, trying to control your breaths as his hands kept playing with your thighs. The metal of his left hand was cold on your hip, toying with your underwear.
“Where?” He said, ghosting his lips down your thigh and bringing one both of your legs up to rest on his shoulders.
“Here,” you said, reaching into your underwear, running your fingers across your drenched folds.
He grabbed your hand with more force than you expected and pushed it down into the bed, with his left hand, he pulled your thighs so your ass was nearly hanging off the bed.
“Don’t. Move.”
As his right hand held your hips down, he tore your panties with other, leaving you open to him. Your thighs rested on either side of his head, and you could feel his breath now directly on your skin. You stared up at the ceiling drawing in shaky breaths and gripped the comforter, not daring to move your hands or look down at him. He hadn’t touched you once, and yet you felt like you were already on the edge.
“Look at me,” he said. “Cmon, look at me doll.”
You propped yourself up slightly. His gaze burned as you finally met his eyes. God, there was nothing quite like a man between your thighs.
“Good girl,” he said. You got visibly more wet as those words left his lips. “Are you gonna come on my face for me?”
“Fuck,” you said. He squeezed your thigh tighter, you were sure there would be marks. “I mean, yes. Yes. Please.”
“I’m gonna push you past it, and you’re not going to fight me, you’re not going to move, is that clear?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“You say stop, I’ll stop. Clear?”
“God, yes, please just - “ your legs were trembling at this point, your hands grew toght from gripping the sheets, and the feeling of his breath against you drove you mad.
Then his mouth was on you. His tongue was warm and wet against the most sensitives spots of you. You let out a stream of expletives, his name, moans you just couldn’t hold back. It took everything not to grip your hands in his hair as he ate you out like he hadn’t had a meal in weeks.
It couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before you were already building so close.
He moved his arms on top of your thighs, holding them down against the bed, spread open as far as they’d go. Your legs shook intensely, but you couldn’t push against him even if you wanted to.
He sped his movements feeling you get close, so close, so so close -
You had no idea how loud you were when you finally spilled over, and spilled and spilled and spilled and he just kept going, holding you open to his relentless mouth against you. The sheets, his face, his shirt - and it didn’t stop.
“Fuck, FUCK,” you shouted as your orgasm neared painful. “Bucky, Bucky please -“ you knew you only needed to say stop but you wanted to know how it felt to keep going. He smoothed a hand over your stomach, and you tried your hardest to breathe through it as he slowed his tongue just gently pressing against you. Your legs felt like jello, but he kept going, and going and going.
Surely you didn’t have anything left but here you were again, so quickly, unlike anything you’d ever felt before - “Fuuuuuucking SHIT.” You couldn’t make a coherent sentence beyond that, and your body shook outside of your control. Your hands were still gripping the sheets exactly where he’d put them and told you not to move.
And again he didn’t stop, just licked, and sucked, and kissed you through it slowly. Your legs shook gently on his shoulders as he kept going, you could feel every nerve in your body - his hands felt so hot they could brand you, your arms were tired and freezing cold, your firsts in the sheets began to cramp, and tears started rolling past your tightly closed eyelids.
He stopped only for a moment to tell you softly, “Breathe. You gotta breathe.” And his mouth was back on you, and two fingers joined and curled deep inside you. You took shaky deep breaths and smoothed your hands over the sheets, willing your body to calm and focus on the insane pleasure building once again as you struggled not to writhe against his mouth.
And holy fuck somehow you were on the edge again but this time you felt your whole body humming as it overtook you. Your climax radiated through you, warmth spread down your arms, your chest, your core, your legs - you sobbed as you curled in on yourself, bringing your knees to your chest and laying on your side, completely wrecked and incoherent.
You felt Bucky caress your thighs, then gently pull you toward the center of the bed, out of the mess he’d made of you.
He took your hands and kissed your palms, laying next to you, “Hey, you’re okay.” He said softly. “You were so good. So good for me.” He kissed your wrists and worked his way up your arms. “Talk to me, doll.”
“Mmmmmm.. oh my god,” you eventually managed as you caught your breath and opened your eyes. “Holy shit.” You laughed.
“Hey doll,” he said, smirking at you. He was running his fingers over your torso, watching as it rose and fell with your evening breaths.
“Can I move now?” you joked, running your fingers through his hair.
“S’pose so,” he leaned down and kissed you gently. You deepened the kiss and could taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue. You realized at some point he must’ve shed his t-shirt and jeans as your hands explored his now bare chest. You reached for his boxers, but he stopped you.
He pulled back and asked, “Doll, trust me, I’m more than satisfied. Let me clean you up.”
As feeling returned to your bones and your mind grew more coherent, you realized your hips were sore and your lower half was cold and damp and you were still shivering.
He returned with a rag and a glass of water. You pushed yourself up to sit and drink as he cleaned you up. He helped pull back the covers, but before he got under them you asked, “could I have your t-shirt?” just to cover up a bit.
He glanced around for the t-shirt he’d thrown off, but opted to stand and grab one from his dresser. You silently admired his ass, his back, his arms. Where the metal arm connected to his shoulder was scarred. It looked painful, but you refrained from asking anything too personal. You knew his history from the research you’d assisted on. It felt weird knowing about him, but not truthfully knowing him. You realized as your mind wandered you must’ve been staring for some time.
“It’s gruesome, I know,” he said handing you the t-shirt which you promptly pulled over your head. It was large enough to hang down past your ass, it made you realize just how much larger he was than you.
“No, I wasn’t… it doesn’t bother me, Bucky,” you sheepishly replied.
“I’m messing with you, Doll,” he said as deadpan as ever. It was hard to tell with him when his expressions and vocal inflections changed so little. But when he smiled while he kissed you, you smiled too and smacked at his chest.
“You’re an ass,” you laughed. You groaned as you rubbed your hands over your face and ran them through your hair as you stretched to lay down. “We really just did that. You really just made me …”
He grunted in lieu of a response.
You laughed and mimicked his grunt, “that’s all you have to say?” You grunted again, this time slightly more exaggerated.
“What would you like for me to say? Do you want me to tell you how good you were? That you did just as I asked? That you drenched my sheets and my shirt and it was enough to make me cum in my shorts? That you shook so beautifully for me? You want hear how you’ll never feel like that with anyone else because this,” he ran his fingers over your pussy, which was still pulsing and wet, and drew his fingers over his tongue, “is mine now? Or do you want to hear about how you moaned like the dirty, filthy little slut you are? Or perhaps how I could smell when you finished in the gym last night, and how I wanted to take you right there in the showers.”
“Uh huh,” you nodded. Suddenly three times wasn’t enough, and you wanted, no needed to him to fuck you into oblivion.
He was leaned on top of you now, and said lowly into your neck, “Or do you want to hear about how I really want to fuck you so hard you feel it all week, but I’m waiting for you to beg me for it.”
“Yes,” you said. “God, yes, please.”
“My name’s Bucky,” he said, pushing your legs apart.
“Bucky, please, I want you to ruin me. Please, Bucky. Please, I need you, James.”
That did it. He was on you. The shirt he’d just given you was tossed away, and he stood to remove his boxers.
“Holy fuck,” you said. You’d felt it against you earlier but seeing it… holy fuck.
He reached for his bedside drawer for a condom. He slid it on, staring down at you.
“You’re sure?” He asked before kneeling back on the bed.
“If you don’t come fuck me right now, James Buchanan Barnes -“
His hand was on your throat and his body over yours, “You’ll do what? Hm? Oh, you don’t have anything to say now?”
He let up on your throat, and goddamn you didn’t know how much you’d enjoy that. His eyes flared when he saw your smile at being choked.
You arched your back and pushed against him. He grabbed your thigh and pressed into you.
If you could capture and hold on to one feeling it would be that first moment rode between painful and absolute bliss - sweet fuck.
And if you could memorize a single sound, it’d be the groan he let out once fully inside of you.
His grip on your thigh tightened as he absolutely ravaged you. He pushed your legs up over his shoulders and fucked you hard but at an even pace. You dug your nails into his back, moaning as hit that spot perfectly.
“Fuck, James, right there - don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t - “
Hearing his name like that, moaned into his ear so sweetly off you lips, he groaned trying to keep the same tempo and angle to bring you over the edge again.
Faster.
Harder.
Right there.
There, oh fuck right there
Please James
James I -
Please
“Cum for me, doll. Yes, just like that. Good girl.”
Your body acted on its own, clenching over and over and over as you fell head first into oblivion and he fucked you through it. His grip on you hip with his metal hand grew so tight you winced, but you knew he was close. You arched your back and put your hands against the headboard to rock down against him as he thrust into you.
“Come on, fuck me like you mean it,” you teased him. “I want it, I want you.”
He put a hand over your mouth to shut you up and started fucking you hard enough to leave bruises. He shoved two fingers into your mouth, and you sucked them. Tears welled in the corners of your eyes from the pain and overwhelming pleasure.
It was obscene when he finally finished, you practically sobbed into his shoulder. He quickly pulled back a bit hearing the break in your voice.
“You okay?” You could swear there was a bit of panic in his voice.
You were never one to cry after sex but the pain, the intensity, the connection, the orgasms, everything … it just all boiled over. You took a deep, shaky breath and managed to say you were okay.
“You’re okay, hey,” he ran his hand through your curls and down your arm, kissing your shoulder as he held you.
You wiped back the tears you somehow couldn’t hold back and tried to clear your throat. “I don’t know why I’m crying,” you laughed as you caught your breath.
“I fuck you a little too hard?” you could hear the smirk on his face as he said that.
“Shut up,” you pushed at him, laughing. You wanted to get up, clean yourself off, but your legs didn’t seem to work yet.
“Woah woah, let me help you,” he said as you tried to sit up.
You swatted him off playfully, finally making it to your feet and over towards his bathroom. You picked up the shirt he’d given you earlier as you crossed the room. Once in the bathroom, you saw the red marks on your neck, your mascara running down your face, the beginnings of a bruise on your right hip, felt the sore spots on your thighs and the ache deep inside you. You rinsed your face and pulled back your hair with the hair tie from your wrist. You tried to fix yourself to look somewhat decent, but you couldn’t help the ‘freshly fucked’ glow about you. You fought back any embarrassment that threatened to surface over crying - no, sobbing - after having sex with the single most gorgeous man you’ve ever been with. You swirled some of his mouthwash and built the confidence to walk back out.
He was pulling on on fresh boxers as you returned to his bed.
He turned back to you and said lowly, “I was rough on you.”
He seemed a bit ashamed, his eyes not meeting yours but scanning up your body to the marks on your neck.
“Bucky, hey,” you grabbed his chin and turned his face toward you. He still didn’t look up at you. “I liked it.”
He brought his eyes up to meet yours, but inspected the redness of your throat, ran his hand over the bruise he knew would form on your hip. His eyes widened as you covered his hand with your own.
“Bucky,” you kissed him softly and pressed his hand harder into the spot on your hip and let out a small moan. “I liked it. I didn’t know I’d be so turned on by … all of that, but fuck me it was...”
“Jesus,” he kissed you deeper, then rested his forehead on yours.
You wanted to ask where that fear came from, why he seemed so distraught at possibly going too far or hurting you. You could only imagine his thought process in the moment, especially given his past.
You laid back, playing with his hair and kissing playfully. You squealed and flinched, feeling something cold under you. “Is this an ice pack? Is this for my…?” you laughed saw a bit of pink raise to his cheeks.
“I thought you might need it!” He smiled, chuckling at your response.
You did actually sit on the ice pack. While he was an absolute animal earlier, this man next to you now was a giant, incredibly warm teddy bear. He’d laid down some time ago with his head on your thighs and his hand wrapped round it like a pillow. You pondered if perhaps he wasn’t a tits or an ass man, but instead a thigh guy. You thought about trying to extricate yourself from his bear hold to leave him to sleep, but as soon as you tried to move, he was pulling you back.
“Stay,” he said. His voice was gravelly and deep. You let him pull you back into the bed against his chest, little-spoon, per se. His hands grabbed at your soft stomach, he really seemed to have a thing for your curves.
You both fell asleep, entwined with one another. At some point in the night, you found your pants and made your way back to your flat. You felt bad for leaving, but wanted to spare yourself the awkwardness of the morning after.