Necessary Good, Unnecessary Evil | No rest For Wounded Souls [Bucky Barnes]

I'll Save You a Place In Tomorrow

"The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned."
-Dr. Maya Angelou

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Nova's POV

My head falls back, hitting the wall, but I ignore it.
Bucky breathes heavily in my ear, rushing to kiss my neck and shoulder as he hectically thrusts inside of me.
I cry out in pleasure, grabbing his arm. "God, you're intoxicating," He groans, his arm flexing under his own weight as he holds onto the wall behind me.
My hands grab his face, pulling him and sluggishly kiss him, "Don't worry, I got Tylenol for the hangover," I smirk, and he grins, picking up his pace and sending me over the edge.
My eyes snap open when I hear Bucky's ringtone, and he frowns. "I'm sure it's Nat. You two will chat about my performance later." He chuckles, pressing his lips to my jaw.
"It's your phone, smartass. And we don't talk about your performances." I whine, my fingers combing his hair.
"Yeah, sure." He smirks, pulling out and leaving a feeling of emptiness.
He stretches over the couch to get his phone off the coffee table, answering the call.

"I swear to God, Sam. You better have something important to say." Bucky deadpans, sitting with his back against the cushion.
I watch his chest going up and down, his breathing already steady enough to speak to Sam.
"So what does that means?" He grumbles, holding the phone between his shoulder and ear so that he can use his hand to stroke my leg.
I crawl on to him, starting to leave kisses on his chest and slowly working my way up to his ear.
Bucky stares at me, slowly shaking his head.
I bite my bottom lip, raising my hips and using my hand to slide his dick inside of me again.
He squeezes his eyes closed, clenching his jaw, "Huh... I don't know." He tries to speak normally, staring at the ceiling.
A soft moan leaves my lips when I start to move my hips, feeling him sinking in deep.
I stroke his jaw, "You boys can chat later," I purr, starting to ride his cock.
Bucky licks his lips, his eyes darkening, "Yeah, fine. I'll do it. Ok? Cool, I gotta go." He ends the call and tosses away the phone.
He flips us, giving a rough thrust with his hips.

The sound of our skin slamming together and our moans fill the room, "I should teach you a lesson," he scowls, his voice coming out low and warm, making me want to rile him more.
"Too bad we don't have the time," my voice fails me, breaking at the end and getting stuck in my throat.
I reach my climax, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him down.
Bucky loses his balance, crushing me, "are you ok?" he wonders, worried.
"Yes, sorry," I breathe as he moves up and I follow him.
I kneel on the soft carpet, placing myself between Bucky's legs and taking his dick in my mouth.
His fingers tangle in my hair, "Fuck, Nova."
I relax my jaw, now more used to his size and letting him slide in, careful not to scratch him with my teeth.
His hips move up and down, basically fucking my face while his hand pulls my hair.
I pull him out, and he groans, looking down at me as I get back on the couch.

My hand keeps stroking his dick, "I want to hear you saying my name as you cum," I whisper in his ear.
Bucky's body tenses, "I love how it sounds when you say it," I smirk, kissing his shoulder.
His hand rests on the couch behind me, and I stroke his hair with my free hand.
I see his lips curving up, his eyes closed.
My pace slows down, and he glances at me, "please," he pleads, sweat shining on his forehead.
His eyes close again, and I pick up my speed.
I lick my lips, enjoying how easy it is to control him, "let it go, babe," I whisper.
I feel warm liquid on my hand, "N-Nova," Bucky stutters, "Nova," he moans, cumming over his abdomen.
"Yeah, just like that," I purr, kissing his jaw and moving up to his lips.
I feel his body relaxing, and I give him a few seconds to catch his breath.
"Do you want to take a bath?" I beam down at him, feeling his hand on my back.
"Are you taking it with me?" He smirks.
I stand up, grabbing his hand, and he follows me to the bathroom.