Destructive- Bucky Barnes, 18+ story-

Chapter 12

Bucky came over to me, his hair pulled back into a low bun on the base of his head. His blue eyes glistened in the brightness of the room. I smiled up at him, as he approached, and gently brushed some hair out of my face, his hand lingering near my cheek.

"You're so beautiful." He breathed out, stepping a little closer. Bucky was wearing a short sleeve grey shirt, that stretched in the shoulders and chest, showing just how tight it was. He had on a pair of black shorts as well. His metal hand was exposed for me to see.

We stood in a bright bedroom. The walls were a beige colour, with a queen sized bed in the centre of the largest wall in the room. The bed had deep red bedding, seemingly dark compared to the rest of the room. A large window to the right had white curtains, letting in plenty of natural light inside.

Bucky's hand that lingered by my face, finally touched me, and gripped the side of my neck, before he pulled me towards him. I closed my eyes, as our lips met. I stood on me toes, finding it easier to reach him, and while I did, he brought his metal hand over, and gripped my waist, pulling me in a little bit closer.

Our chests pushed against each other, as he deepened the kiss by taking a few steps. I stepped with him, before the back of my knees hit the bed, and buckled, making me fall backward. He came down with me, not breaking our kiss as he lowered himself on top of me. My hands found the hem of his shirt, and I pulled up, slowly gliding it over his body. We broke our kiss, to discard the shirt entirely, before continuing like nothing had happened.

I started to run my hands over his firm chest, feeling each divot as I did. He didn't flinch, as I slowly moved my hand over his metal arm, which shocked me at first, but I quickly accepted his relaxed manner. Bucky's right hand moved over my body, finding my left breast. He gave a gentle squeeze, kneading it in a rhythmic motion, before moving further down my body. With the help of his left hand, he pulled my tank top over my head, leaving my breasts exposed.

He pulled back from the kiss, and sat up slightly, staring down at me. His eyes roamed my chest, glancing between my breasts, before he looked back at my eyes and smiled. He then leaned back down towards me, and kissed me once more. He gentle bit my lower lip, taking it between his teeth, before sucking on it briefly. When he let it go, he started to kiss down my jaw line, towards my collar Bone.

I moaned, as he found a sweet spot at the nap of my neck. I felt his mouth move into a smirk, before he bit it, making me moan a second time. I felt my heart quicken, pounding loudly against my chest, as his mouth continued to move down my chest. Before long, he found my left nipple, and took it between his lips, sucking on it gently at first. His right hand trailed up my inner thigh, and towards the increasingly wet opening between my legs. A wave of pleasure washed over me, cascading through my body.

I felt his hand rub me from the outside of the shorts I wore, before he pulled back the waist line, and slipped passed the fabric. Two of his fingers ran down my labia, and towards my vagina, soaking into the wetness. I let out a very audible moan, as his fingers slid inside of me. He looked up at me, my nipple still in his mouth. I could see his cheeks move, as he smiled from my reaction to him.

As his fingers slowly went in and out of me, he kissed back up my chest, and neck. His left hand, the metal cold to the touch, slowly trailed up my body, grazing my skin in a surprisingly delicate way.

Though, as his hand got closer to my neck, the bright room became dark. My pounding heart was suddenly no longer from pleasure, but fear.

I felt my eyes widen, as his metal arm clasped around my neck, and squeezed. His fingers were no longer in me, and he was towering over me with a dark glare. I brought my hands up, trying desperately to pry his hand off of me, but I couldn't. I felt warm tears roll down my cheek, as I wiggled from under him, trying anything I could to get away. I kicked, I hit, scratched, twisted and turned, but I couldn't get away.