1476 {Bucky x reader}

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*spicy*

Blazing fire erupted inside my core as he lowered me. A kiss so soft it felt like my lips danced in heaven, yet so passionate I couldn't stop my hands from exploring his body. My fingers slid from his—now short—hair to trace the thick muscles lining the back of his neck that flexed with every movement he made on me. I allowed them to travel under his shirt, feeling his shoulder blades move as he let me sink into my pillows and mattress.

He went to move but knocked the tray still set in the middle of my bed. Our lips parted, but my gaze never left him as he turned to remove the tray with soft chuckles vibrating through his throat. I let the smile stretch on my lips as he made his way back to my bed after placing the almost-empty tray on my desk.

"I forgot that was there." He says just above a whisper and a giggle as he climbs onto the bed next to where I lay.

I didn't reply but I did reach for his hand. It was so large compared to mine... that's when the thoughts ran through my head. His hands—including the cold dark metal that made me smile at the thought of the cool sensation—touched every part of my body, gripping the curves, stroking and trailing lazy lines over my skin. The thoughts impaled me, and Bucky could tell something was going on in my head. He grinned at my dazed state; all I saw was him through the images, his piercing eyes gazing at me as the thoughts continued to rush and cause a volcanic eruption beneath my skin.

Slowly, he crept closer. "What are you thinking of doll?" My bottom lip dropped but my voice refused to surface. He smirked in amusement and came closer, and closer, and closer... if it was even possible, closer. His silky smooth lips softly grazed over mine.

"Don't tease me." I choke.

"Mm." His eyes lowered to my lips as he licked his to contain his enjoyment of my struggling... it only made it more difficult... he continued to tease me. I rushed for his lips but he was quick to pull away. He tilted his head and grinned as I dropped my brows and begged for his touch, the heat building in me was becoming unbearable. "Do you want me?" He whispers as he hovers his metal hand over my hip.

"Sì!" I plead, "prego... (please...)" He lowers one finger, trailing it down the top of my hip to the hem of my shorts. I rolled my eyes and dropped my head into the abyss of my pillows with a low growl. "Ho detto di non prendere in giro. (I said no teasing.)"

"Sed te oro ut videam. (But I like to see you beg.)" I press my lips in a thin line when I translate what he says. My Latin was rusty but I could make out as much as I needed to, and his Latin was... sexy... it did things to me.

"Say it again." I close my eyes and smile to myself as his hand cups my hip and he repeats himself.

"Sed te oro ut videam." His hand slides and gently grips the side of my thigh. I take a deep breath and reach for his skin hand.

Butterflies erupted in my stomach when his lips finally met mine. It was gentle—soft. The kiss he might have given me to assure I was safe with him, for as long as I wished. I gripped the side of his neck and pulled him closer, opening my mouth to him, and his tongue slipped in, caressing my own.

I wanted him so bad. I wanted him here. I wanted him now.

I bent my left leg out for him to rest between my thighs, and he did just that. A hard bulge pressed into me, sending a tingling sensation throughout my body, I groaned with pleasure at the touch.

Any leash Bucky had tied himself to snapped at the sound that came from my lips and moved through his mouth. He deepened the kiss and pressed his body closer to mine, gentle enough to not squish my small form under his large, strong, greek god-carved body that I yearned to touch every part of.