The Blood Pact

Chapter 8: You ready?

Hi! Here we go...we're cooking with gas in this one.Warnings for: sexual content, blood drinking/feeding, reader briefly in pain/discomfort. Hope you enjoy!

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Bucky gently lowered you onto your bed and sat down beside you.

"I hope you mind if we're in here. I would take you upstairs but I don't exactly have a bed..." he laughed.

Your eyes widened. "You don't have a bed?" you scoffed.

He laughed loudly at that. "Of course not. Steve and I sleep in coffins so no sunlight can get in just in case the window barricade fails. C'mon Doll, this isn't your first day" he teased.

"Actual coffins?" you sputtered.

"Yes..." his tone was patient but you could see he was a bit exasperated. "Old school I know, but the clichés are sometimes clichés for a reason".

You nodded dumbly, it made sense of course. They needed complete darkness in order to sleep through the daytime. And you'd never actually been up there to see it for yourself. You thought about Steve conveniently skipping that floor when you had the initial viewing. You just had just never really thought about what might be up there before.

Bucky smiled at you and caressed your cheek.

"Alright, you ready? You sure you're still good to do this?" he asked softly.

You nodded again, swallowing down a mixture of anticipation and fear. You mindlessly rubbed your thighs together thinking about what waited ahead.

"Okay beautiful, lay back for me" he whispered as he gently guided your head onto the pillow. You followed him pliantly, stretching out as you tried to make yourself comfortable. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest that surely he could hear it too.

"It's probably going to hurt a little more than usual, alright? But it's over very fast" he cooed softly.

You smiled and took a deep breath. You were nervous but trusted him implicitly. He re-positioned himself to straddle you, a muscular thigh against each of your hips as he leaned back on his heels. You squealed internally at this physical contact, squirming back against him. He paused for a second and then looked at you thoughtfully.

"Would you mind if I took my shirt off for this?" he asked. "It's nice not to be...restricted".

You nearly laughed at loud at the suggestion you might have an issue with that. "Go nuts" you replied breathily, biting your lip in anticipation of finally seeing more of him.

He smirked, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it onto your bedroom floor. You nearly gasped out loud at his torso, dazzled by the carefully sculpted abdominals and tree trunk arms. His broad shoulders were somehow even wider in the flesh and his biceps looked good enough to sink your teeth into. You resisted the urge to sit up and explore every inch with your tongue. But there was no need to rush.

Wanting to level the playing field you beamed back at him and pulled your own top off so you were left in your bra. Figuring you might as well go the whole hog, you wriggled your leggings off too – Bucky lifted himself off of you as you moved them beneath him and threw them from the bed. You were left in just your bra and panties as he moved back into his earlier position of crouching over you.

Any insecurities or body hang ups you may have had instantly evaporated as you watched Bucky voraciously take you all in. He traced a finger from your shoulder all the way to your toes, as if he didn't want to miss a single inch of you. The look in his eyes was a mix of hunger and yearning. He took his time exploring you with his hand, careful not to miss a single curve or line.