Empty Threats

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Tw: graphic language, smut, toxic relationships, violence, kidnapping, emotional manipulation.

Bucky stumbled as you led him up the stairs of his porch. Struggling to find the keys in his pocket, mumbling lowly to himself as he pushed the key into the lock. Once it clicked, he tugged it out and pushed away from you as he entered his home. He didn't hesitate in beginning to hurriedly tear the clothes from his body, dropping them on the floor of the hallway.

You sighed heavily as he stumbled off around the corner. He stopped long enough to call out that you could use the guest room and to make yourself comfortable. You didn't reply, just did as he suggested. It was probably better this way. Safer at least. You got to the bedroom and pushed the door open. It was simple. Bed. Dresser. Bathroom off to the side. You nodded in approval and undressed, pulling up the shirt from the bed and smiling. It had to have been buckys. You slipped it on, smelling his mucky scent and climbed into bed. Just as you heard his voice raise from down the hallway. You tried to ignore it, and closed your eyes. 

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You could hear the argument ensuing between bucky and whoever he was on the phone with from the guest room. Your eyes widening when he called said person a fucking whore and then heard a loud thud. You jumped a little, rising from the bed and cautiously walking over to the door. You opened it, peering down the hallway and seeing him storm out of his bedroom, your eyes fixating on his toned muscular form and exposed hips. Wearing only his boxers, his brown hair messy. The angered expression across his stubble covered face. Something was wrong with you for finding it attractive. You swallowed hard, stepping out of the confines of the guest bedroom and sheepishly followed after him into the kitchen.

As you rounded the corner, you saw him at the island, popping a handful of pills and chugging a glass of water. You stepped into the kitchen, smiling wearily. "You okay?" You asked, in a whispered manner.

Buckys gaze rose from glaring at the counter and to your face. His blue eyes grazing over your long t-shirt covered form, moving slowly down to your exposed legs. His upper lip twitching slightly. "As well as someone can be who just found out their girlfriends been cheating on them with their boss."

You could hear the hurt in his voice, immediately feeling sorry for him. What a shitty situation. He was too good of a man for that. Whoever she was, she didn't deserve that. No one did. You shook your head in disapproval and stepped more into the kitchen. You slowly came around the island, stopping beside him and placed your hand on his upper arm. You gently squeezed, feeling how muscular he actually was and tried to focus. "I am sorry bucky. You're better off. Do you wanna talk about it?"

Bucky watched you, studied you hard. When you got closer, he could feel his nerves rising. The warmth of your hand on him, it was oddly comforting but your words weren't. He didn't want to talk about her. Or anything related to how he was feeling. He set the glass down, and pivoted towards you. He grabbed your hips, and lifted you up. He set you onto the island in front of him, and forced your legs apart, stepping between them. "I don't want to talk. I want to fuck." He briefly glanced down between your legs, where the shirt had rode up, exposing your cunt to him. "No panties?" His eyes met yours, seeing the flush in your cheeks. "Why are you really here?"

You gasped when he grabbed you, but didn't try to move. You just let it happen. You could feel the warmth in your cheeks as he noted your lack of underwear. "I... I needed help."

"No you didnt. You're a very intelligent woman. You could have figured it out on your own. I know it. I'll ask again, why are you here?" Buckys tone darkened as his right hand went to your knee and started to move down your thigh. "Tell me the truth."