Addicted to You

𝟙𝟛 | 𝔸𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕤

warnings: smut

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Addison jumped as the door slammed open, her body curled up in the sheets.

Bucky's anger was radiating off him in waves, his hands gripping his tank top tightly to pull off his head, a short glance towards where Addison was laying in his shirt released some of his anger, before his hands worked on getting the sweatpants off. A wave of his hand towards her, gesturing to get rid of the clothes that she did have on. "Off, legs parted." She wasted no time listening to his command, quickly pulling the shirt over her head, the thin shorts she wore following suit before she settled against the pillows against the headboard, legs parting and waiting for him patiently.

Bucky ran his hand over the bulge in his boxers, groaning at the sight of her laid out for him. Her scent filled his nostrils, unlocking something primal in him as he prowled to the bed, moving like a predator who locked on his prey. Fluid movements, his hands gripping her ankles to yank her down closer to him, a yelp leaving her lips as she scrambled to stay on the bed. His palms pressed against her ass cheeks, lifting her hips up to his eyesight, a filthy moan leaving his lips as his tongue came out to wet his pink lips. "Fuck you're gorgeous," his words were whispered against her folds, a kiss pressing to her clit before he turned his head to nip at the skin of the interior of her thigh.

She whimpered and Bucky smirked.

She had picked up on what he was doing, he didn't want her to speak, he wanted her to let him use her body to release his anger. Her chest was rising and falling quickly, a flush covering her cheeks while her eyes closed, Bucky relished in the way she was so trusting of him, if she were to say stop, he would, even if it meant taming the beast that was threatening to break free at the moment. "I took care of it," Bucky's breath brushed her heated core, a gasp leaving her lips when he drew a languid lick up her folds, collecting her slick, the taste burning into his memories. So sweet, and so uniquely her. His fallen angel. "You are not my contract girlfriend," his right palm removed itself from her ass, a loud smack resounding around the room and Bucky moaned at the way that her skin rippled, before his hands squeezed the flesh once more, digging his fingers into her skin, "do not ever thinking that you are again."

"I'm sorry," she finally cried out, reaching out for Bucky, blue eyes filled with want.

"I know you are babydoll," Bucky's smile crossed his lips, lowering his head down once more to press a kiss to her clit, as much as he would love to sit and worship her body, he needed to take care of a raging hard on and the flicker of anger that was still sitting in his chest, "I know you are." He spoke as he lowered her hips back to the bed, crawling over her to capture her lips in a needy kiss, teeth and tongues clashing in a battle of dominance she gave up, desperate to feel his body against hers. Bucky kicked off his boxers, his cock hitting his abdomen, leaking with precum and desperate to return home after being away for so many days. Her legs parted further, lips never leaving his while he ran his tip up and down her folds, before sinking into her with a slow, fluid, thrust.

He swore his soul left his body and entered hers.

Bucky had to pause, dropping his forehead down to her clavicle, pressing gentle kisses against her skin. Her walls constricted around him, squeezing his length so deliciously he was afraid he wasn't going to last. His hands slipped around her back, pressing her chest into his before he drew his hips back, sliding in once more and hearing her moan in his ear, her fingers gripping the chains he always wore around his neck. Something about this time was more intimate, like he wanted to burn himself into her body, so he could never be replaced. His thrusts were languid, with no rush to meet the end as he pulled his head back to look at her, a smile on his lips as he leaned down to press another kiss to her lips.