Marvel One Shots (Steve X Reader, Bucky x Reader, Stucky x Reader)

Safehouse

Summary:

Characters- Bodyguard! Bucky x Reader

Summary- Bucky is assigned to keep you safe. But who will keep you safe from him?

Warnings- Non-con, Explicit Smut

Crossing the threshold of the dirty old safe house, you took out your phone, opening your emails, and scanning the subject lines for something important. Something that could help you. "I can't believe this is happening," You murmured.

"Give me the phone." Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier turned Avenger, grabbed the phone from you, crushing it with his vibranium hand.

"I need that! I have work to do," you snarled through gritted teeth, wanting to slap his chiseled faced. None of this was his fault, but resentment roiled inside you. Festering, waiting for a victim. Unfortunately, Bucky was the only person for miles.

He closed the door, locking the deadbolt behind him. "So do I." Moving through the small cabin, he checked the windows, closing all the curtains, opened every door, looked under beds, until he seemed satisfied, and returned to the living room where you waited.

"What am I supposed to do while I'm stuck here with you?" your hands rested on your hips. "There isn't even a t.v."

His blue eyes rolled. "I don't like this any more than you do, Princess. I have no desire to babysit and entertain you."

You crossed your arms, glaring at the former soldier. "I'm a U.S. diplomat. Not a princess."

"And before that, you worked for Stark Industries. I know who you are but really, you're all the same. Ungrateful, stuck-up bitches who think they're better than everyone else. I've seen plenty like you since before you were born. The only thing that makes you special to me is the target on your back that I have to protect you from."

"Excuse me? Who the hell do you think you are? You have no right—" Your words were cut off as he pushed you against the wall, pinning your hands above your head.

"Who am I? I'm the man who is going to keep you alive. I will speak to you, however, I damn well please. And you, Princess, will follow every word I say. Do you understand?"

Heat spread to your core. This was wrong. You should be fighting him off, not wanting to melt against him. "Yes," you whispered, hoping he would let you go, fearing your body's reaction if he did. It had been too long since you had been this close to a man.

"Yes, what?" he demanded. He gripped your wrists together with one hand, the other lifting your chin.

"Yes...sir." Staring at his lips, your teeth chewed at your bottom lip.

A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He leaned in, the stubble on his cheek grazing yours. "You like this don't you?" His low voice near your ear sent shivers racing to your toes.

Pride prickled inside you. "No. I don't. Now let go of me." You struggled against his grip, know it was in vain, trying to regain some dignity.

Bucky didn't budge. "Really? Let's see." Grabbing a fistful of skirt, he hiked your dress above your hips which bucked in earnest.

"Stop. Don't do this! Get off of me!" you cried, frantic. Knowing exactly what he would find.

His hand palmed your pussy. "Oh, deny it all you want, but you are soaked, Princess." His hand rocked between your legs, wetness soaking through your panties. His fingers easily maneuvered the elastic band to the side, slipping inside you without any resistance. "So fucking wet," he growled as he released your hands, his metal one coming to rest on your neck, gripping lightly.

Hands against his chest, you pushed at the broad expanse of strength in front of you. His mouth crashed onto yours, his tongue invading your mouth while his fingers began to curl inside you. Your nails dug into his shoulders, pushing became pulling as your body surrendered to the onslaught of unprovoked pleasure. A squeeze on your neck and pressure on your clit sent you crashing as your orgasm throttled the last of your willpower.

The sound of a button popping and zipper sliding barely registered, but the loss of fingers pumping in your pussy did. A whimper turned to a gasp, as your panties were ripped off your body. He lifted your leg, hooking his elbow under your knee, spreading you open, the shine of your juices glistening on your thighs and pussy. He was fully buried in one strong thrust, dust shaking from the walls with the force of his movements. He pounded into you relentlessly all the while kissing you until your lungs burned for oxygen. The wet sounds of slapping skin accompanied by his rhythmic grunts were as indecent as they were arousing. Your mind begged for mercy, but he had none to spare. Your body quivered as the strain of standing and the need to come stressed your muscles.

His hand dropped from your throat, lowering between you. His thumb flicked and rubbed your clit. "C'mon, Princess. I want to feel your pussy squeeze my cock."

Your moans turned to silent screams as your mouth fell open while a second climax pushed you over yet another peak, your cunt clenching around his dick until your release dripped down your legs.

"So fucking good." His pace became frenzied until he convulsed inside of you with a low growl against your neck.

Lowering your leg, he steadied you back on your feet. "I think we found a way to keep you entertain after all." He pulled the zipper on the side of your dress, sliding the garment off of your body onto the floor to join the tattered remains of your panties. Your bra quickly followed suit. "You will do what I say. When I say it. Do you understand?"

You nodded. "Yes, sir." You swayed, dazed, eyes not willing to focus. Confusion clouding your afterglow. A hazy mist falling over any possible thoughts to regain control or plans for escape.

He laid his hands on your shoulders, the weight getting heavier. "Good. Now on your knees."