Summary: Every time Bucky comes into town, he calls up his best girl to spend the night with her.
Word count: 1.5k
Warnings: smut, praise kink—
The loud music thumps in your ears as you put the cigarette in between your lips before releasing it with a blow of smoke. You always hated this bar, and he knows you do. Yet every time he comes into town, he asks you to meet him here. And you do.
Part of you believes it's a test, a test to see if you'll really muster up your own hate for this bar to come see him. And each time, you do. Because you miss him and want to see him.
It never lasts long. He stays for a day or two, then he's gone. Off to another town. Another girl.
It was you're own damn fault for falling for him. You knew what you were signing up for when you first met him, and no matter how many times you've wanted to call it off, you can't. But you're going to today.
Today is the day. He'll walk up to you, and you'll say you've had enough and that it's over. He won't be upset. Sure he lost you as his screw buddy, but it won't take him long to find another in this town. So he'll be satisfied again. And you'll be... you'll be okay.
A hand on your back makes you turn your head. There he stands. Bucky Barnes. He looks good, he always does. He sits on the bar stool next to you and takes your cigarette from you and you forget about your plan on ending things.
Your eyes rake over him and take him in. When you look back up to look in his eyes, he's doing the same thing. "You look good," you say.
"You look beautiful," he responds before putting the cigarette out and standing up. He wraps an arm around your waist and leads you out of the bar.
You get in his car and watch as he closes the door for you and walks to the other side. He puts his hand on your thigh, squeezing it gently as he starts driving to his place.
Yep, even though he doesn't live here, he still has a place to stay. Whenever he comes into town, he brings you to his place to stay with him for however long he's staying. And you stay.
The ride is quiet. A different tension is in the air and you feel him look at you a few times, but you keep your focus on the road instead of him. "You okay?" He breaks the silence after a while and you glance at him. "Fine," one word, that's all you give him and he frowns.
When he pulls up to his place, he unbuckled and you stay in the car as he walks around and opens your door for you. He holds his hand out and you take it as you step out.
The second you make it inside, his lips are on yours. His hands hold the sides of your face tightly, pinning your lips to his. You feel his tongue graze against your lips, so you part them and allow his tongue to enter your mouth. You blindly walk to his room, to focused on consuming each other.
Suddenly, your up in the air with Bucky's hands on the back of your thighs. You squeal and hang on to him and he chuckles. He walks over to his bed and drops you on it, watching as you bounce a few times with a giggle. He smirks as he crawls over you and gives you a quick, simple kiss.
Quickly, Bucky strips you both down so you're both naked. He runs his fingers through your folds before pushing his middle finger inside of you. A gasp bubbles from your throat and makes its way out of your mouth and he leans down and licks a stripe up your throat.
He slowly pumps his finger in and out of you before adding a second one. He moves his fingers faster, relishing in your moans. Grinning down at you when you whine his name. "So fucking wet for me," he smirks at you with lustful eyes.
You nod your head and he grins mischievously. He pulls his fingers from you, causing you to whine in protest. You watch as he shoves them in his mouth, sucking them clean.
Prying your thighs apart, he sits between them. "You know, I won't go easy on you," he says and you nod. He never goes easy on you, yet every time he reminds you incase you have second thoughts.
So, he pushes the tip in. You gasp and grip his biceps as he makes eye contact with you and pushes the rest of himself inside of you. All the way until he's bottoming you out and moaning at the feeling. Gripping your hips tight enough so that there'll be bruises tomorrow, he pulls out almost all the way and pushes back in.
You moan when he starts to move his hips back and forth. Every time his hips make contact with yours, his cock hits a new spot inside of you. Almost like he gets deeper each time he pushes back into you.
Your eyes roll back as he starts thrusting harder and harder. He leans down and sucks on your neck, giving you a hickey, marking you like it's his signature. His signature that you'll admire tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.
He grabs your hands with one hand and holds your wrists above your head as his hips start moving at an incredibly fast rate. You moan uncontrollably and he smirks as he closes his eyes and lets out a moan when you clench around him.
Slowing his movements down, he starts thrusting harder. You try to wiggle your arms free, but he won't let go. So, you let him restrain you as he fucks you harder then he's ever fucked you before.
There's no way you're ever going to find someone who will make you feel this good ever again. Only him.
"Feels so good," Bucky groans like he's reading your mind and decided to say what you were thinking. You nod with a moan and he closes his eyes and lets out a groan.
He leans down and sucks on each of your boobs making you moan. You let out a louder moan as he warm mouth envelops your nipple. His tongue swirls around it and your back arches, pushing up into his mouth even more.
Releasing your hands, he places both of his hands under your shoulder for leverage as he rams into you. Eyes shut tightly, but he opens them to watch your face twist with different emotions. "Look at me," he says in a demanding tone.
You fight to obey him and open your eyes, but you do and you watch as a smirk stretches across his lips. "Good girl."
The bed frame slams viciously against the wall. Mattress springs going crazy under the juxtaposition of your bodies as he pounds into you harder and harder each time. The sound of skin against skin barley being heard over yours and his moans.
"Looks so fucking pretty taking my cock," Bucky moans. You clench around him, making his hips stutter.
Your orgasm hits you out of nowhere. You moan Bucky's name loudly as your vision blacks out. Throwing your head back against the pillow as you relish in the blissful feeling.
A few more thrust and Bucky stops. He lets out a moan of relief and you feel him spill into you, painting your walls. Slowly, he pulls out of you and lays next to you, panting as he tries to catch his breath.
You close your eyes and take long, deep breaths, trying to calm your heartbeat down. Bucky leaves the room and comes back with a rag. You watch as he cleans you up and his eyes meet yours. "My pretty baby, yea?" He asks as he kisses your forehead and you nod.
He throws the rag to the side and you close your eyes again as he climbs next to you on the bed. He grabs the blanket and puts it over the two of you. The feeling of two arms wrapping around your body makes your eyes open as Bucky pulls you against his body. His hand smooths your hair back as he cuddles you against him.
"When are you leaving?" You hesitantly ask. He inhaled deeply, before exhaling slowly. "Tomorrow," he responds and you nod your head against his chest. He holds you tighter and you feel him press a kiss to your forehead. You nuzzle into his chest and feel him press his face into your hair.
And you fall asleep in each other's arms. Holding on for dear life, scared the other with slip away or evaporate. Holding each other ever so tightly. Neither one of you wanting to let go.