Doll •Bucky Barnes•

Lazy Grind

Bucky's hand palms the soft flesh of Gia's ass as she climbed into the backseat of his car, having to be quick as she was currently on her lunch break.

"Wait-" He got onto his knees, pulling her back. "Stay like that, just like that for me baby." Gia's hands pressed into the leather covering of the back seat, completely spread for her boss.

"Like this? Bucky, just get in the back with me, we don't have time." Inhaling sharply, her eyes rolled into the back of her head with lightning speed at Bucky's rough hand was against her, massaging.

"I thought it was mine, baby? What happened to that?" He pulled Gia's underwear down to her mid-thigh, mouth salivating as a string of her wetness moved with it.

"Fuck." He stifled a strangled groan. "You're gonna fucking kill me doll." Gia was mumbling a string of words trying to get some friction from him. Bucky could hear how desperate his sweet girl was for him, his naughty angle trying to push back against his fingers.

Bucky wished he could be arrogant about how bad his little doll wanted it, wanted him, he however, had the exact same feeling of desire crackling in his veins. Bucky at this point had Gia countless of times, knowing the ins and outs of that pretty sweet pussy like the back of his hand, and still, every time she offered it to him he got that same feeling of fucking primal need.

Electrifyingly numb, feeling everything, love, admiration for the way she said his name, trusting him with her delicate body. Almost debilitating lust and desire at how she and that pretty pussy made it worth it for him every time.

He let out a satisfied moan as he sinked his middle finger into her, losing his fucking mind over the fact that he was feeling her on his fingers in the very public basement of his building, where any one of his employees could enter to get to their cars.

"How's that baby?" He knew he was being an asshole, asking that so earnestly knowing she wanted more, knowing she could take it. But Bucky wasn't the only one in the mood for reassuring words gift wrapped in messy finger fucking and cocky teasing.

She knew what buttons to press too. Leaning forward and shifting all of her weight on one hand, curving her foot under the console to keep steady. Gia reached back between her thighs to do it herself.

"I fucking dare you, baby." His voice strained at the sight in front of him. "I wouldn't have to-" Gia let out a shaky breath, "-I wouldn't have to if you fucked me like you meant it." Bucky growled in response, pulling her arm from under her and pinning it against her back, pushing two more fingers into her, angling up into her tight canal.

Gia let out a strangled cry when he started pumping into her wildly. "Mine. This fucking pussy is mine." Gia jump when he spat on it with a loud guffaw, slightly adding to the excessive wetness that was already squelching loudly around his fingers.

"You're right baby, I needed a little reminder. But so do you, my little slut." Bucky hits it and her jaw went slack. That spot, the one that helped Bucky take her where she needed to go every time. He knew, because he was used to hitting it, knowing when the tips of his fingers brush against it and recognising how she loses her posture.

"Shi- shi- sh-" Gia sputtered helplessly. "Please, I have to-" Her sentence falls into incoherent ramblings on her tongue, the little pathetic pleading of a cocky doll who was getting her ass handed to her.

"You have to cum?" Bucky purred. "Aww, my baby's gotta cum." He grunted, repositioning himself, one foot on the passengers seat, back bent so he could get a closer look at the pearl that was swallowing his fingers whole.

"Oh baby I'm gonna fuck you raw tonight and you're gonna cum when I fucking tell you to." Bucky thrusts his fingers up into her one last time, massaging her g-spot in that 'come here' motion making her thrash to get away. "As many times as I tell you too." She let out a strangled cry as a way to let him know she understood.

"Bring your ass back here." He demanded snatching back her hip, digging the pads of his fingers into her ass cheek. "This is your reminder baby, and you better never forget it. Cause I've ruined this precious little thing for anyone else." He laughed.

"God, doll, you're so-" Bucky's voice was cut off with a breathless sound as he slamed in a final time. A choked off moan leaved Gia's constricted throat. He loved this, loved that the hand on her hip squeezes to bruise as Bucky holds her close and spills inside her.

Kisses press affectionately and sweetly across Gia's shoulders and up the side of her neck, the hand at her throat relaxing and becoming a cradling presence instead of a restraint. Gia moved into the back seat as Bucky followed, Gia relaxing into Bucky's lap, reclining against the broad, sweat-slicked chest, Bucky settling his cock back inside his perfect girl.

"So, what am I?" Gia asked, a little breathless and teasing, squirming and gasping a laugh when Bucky tweaked her nipple. "You're insufferable, baby" Bucky drawled.

The smile obvious in his voice. Bucky had warned Gia not to tease him at work but she couldn't help it, that was until he told her to go down to his car and wait for him there on her break. Gia tilted her head to nuzzle under Bucky's jaw.

"You love it," she murmured. Bucky's possessive, in a soft, open kind of way, he likes to leave marks on Gia's hips and wrists and neck, dot hickeys along her collarbones and shoulders. And then, more often than not, the both of them end up with Bucky still buried inside her, petting and kissing and touching, hazily worshiping the marks of their joining.

"What should we do about Loki?" Gia asked, eyes closing to further focus on the lazy soft-wet sweep of Bucky's lips and tongue at the nape of her neck.

"Hmm?" He had heard her. Loki had been trying to reach out to Gia to see if they could talk about everything, she was desperate to clear the air with Loki.

"About Loki," Gia elaborated, worried about how Bucky would react to her wanting to talk to him. Gia was worried and couldn't help thinking too much about the situation.

"Oh. That. Invite him over." As much as Bucky couldn't stand the idea of a man, who wanted to have what was his, coming into his home, he knew she needed to end things with him.

"Bucky." He sighed, his breath fanning warm over Gia's skin, shifting to hook his chin over her shoulder.
"It's not as hard as you're making it, doll."

"He's going to think it's pity or obligation or something." Gia didn't want to push Bucky by suggesting she meet him on his own but she did want the two old friends to clear the air.

" 'Course he will," Bucky said, trailing his fingers up and down Gia's bare thighs. "You know it's not. Do it anyway."
Bucky shrugged, dragging his hands up to cup Gia's hip bones in his palms, starting a gentle push-pull, moving Gia back and forth in his lap in a lazy grind.

"I want you to sort it so you can be mine. Make me happy and tell him to move on. Do it for me baby." Gia knew that Bucky wanted Loki to know that she had moved on, and it made her want to say more, to argue that it wasn't fair to Loki to do it that way, but it was getting a little difficult to concentrate when she could feel Bucky getting harder again inside her.

"How do I get what I want?" Bucky asked calmly, pressing a kiss to Gia's shoulder, squeezing her hips. "Hmm?" She knew he was using sex to make her agree to him but she couldn't seem to open her mouth to argue back.

"Mmm... If I go and meet him one to one to explain why I hurt him?" The motion stoped abruptly, Bucky's hands, twin vices keeping Gia from getting that delicious drag along her sensitive insides. "Bucky, come on-"

"How, doll?" He cut her off, she knew he wouldn't like that answer but she had to put her foot down, at the current moment however she just wanted to feel him, let his hips rock against hers. Gia groaned, halfheartedly shifting her hips. Bucky just squeezed harder, stilling her.

"... Ignore him and move on," Gia submissively mumbled, feeling Bucky smirk against her neck before pressing a kiss there.