Complicated (Reader Avengers Romance)

Surprise

Loki takes Bucky back to the compound and they both start packing a bag, telling Tony that they're taking the Quinjet. There's no missions planned so he doesn't really care all that much. As they begin climbing on board, Thor turns up. "Brother wait."
Loki turns around, irritated at his brothers timing. "What is it?"
"I need to talk to you."
"Can't you see I'm slightly busy here."
Thor grabs him by the arm. "It's important."
Rolling his eyes he shakes Thor off him, telling him to give him a moment. He walks over to Bucky and pulls him in for a kiss, running his hands into his hair in a way Bucky loves. By the time they pull apart, both of them are breathless. Resting their foreheads together Loki smiles. "Pass that message along to Y/N for me. I'll be there as soon as I can."
"I will. Don't be too long." Bucky smiles at him as Loki heads off with his brother.

He lands the Quinjet on the landing pad on top of the hotel knowing F.R.I.D.A.Y will fly it back anyway. Making his way to your room he replays your bratty response over and over in his head. By the time he gets to your door he's already got plans to fuck you until you can no longer remember your own name. He wants to knock the door down but knowing that would be less than helpful, he decides to knock gently, making it less obvious who is at your door.

You finish pulling Loki's jumper over your head, heading to the door, confused as to who is on the other side. You'd been busy packing, planning on boarding your plane in a few hours. Pulling the door open you're stunned. Bucky is standing there leaning against the door frame, a smirk on his lips.

Shit.

You knew he was going to be pissed that you'd hung up on him, but you thought you had more time. "Buck? What are you doing here?" You swallow the lump in your throat, taking a small step back as Bucky says nothing. "Where's..." You don't get a chance to finish your question, his lips finding yours.

The kiss is demanding, less about love and more about reminding you who owns you. You vaguely hear the door shut as Bucky moves you further inside, as you hit the back of the sofa you stop. Bucky's hand slides to the base of your ponytail, pulling it slightly as he tips your head back. Your lips disconnect but not by much, you can still feel his breath on your face. "Safe word doll."

"Watermelon when I'm close. Popsicle to stop." You recite out, they were words you barely had to use when you were with Bucky but the look in his eyes told you he wasn't happy with you.

"Good girl." He didn't like you using the safe words but remembering that you'd put yourself in danger without him there had him feeling more protective than usual. Without warning he spun you round, pushing you over the back of the sofa. It was tall enough that when he did it, your feet barely touched the floor. Wasting no time Bucky pulled down your trousers and underwear in one movement. The cold air hitting you sent shivers through your body.

Bucky leant over you, using your ponytail to pull you up slightly. "Why am I angry doll?" He growled into your ear. It sent another shiver through you and you felt yourself getting wet, the way his voice vibrated through you, caused you to forget you were supposed to reply. Using his vibranium arm, Bucky placed a firm smack on your left cheek.

"I hung up on you." You said in the sweetest voice you could manage. You knew it wasn't the answer he wanted but you were in brat mode, wanting to push his buttons just that bit more. Another smack hit you in the exact same place as before. The sting causing you to gasp out. "Try again." Bucky growled as he soothed the sting with the same hand that created it.

"I didn't tell you where I'd been." Another smack. "I hurt Steve." Another smack. The fact he wasn't changing the place his hand was landing was beginning to get too much. You knew you'd have to tell him what he wanted to hear, no matter how much you wanted to keep going. "I went on a mission without you."
"Good girl." Bucky hums in your ear as he lets his grip on your hair go. Using the cool metal of his hand he soothes the burning on your backside. You feel him pull away from you slightly, when all of a sudden you feel him thrust two fingers inside you. You cry out as he thrusts them as deep as he can, his pace is brutal. When he curls them and hits that perfect spot you know you won't last long. "Fuck. Bucky..." You pant out half begging.