The Blood Pact

Chapter 11: We aren't them

AN: Hi! I'm back! Hope you enjoyed the holidays.
There's some smut and angst in this one as insecurities come to ahead and Bucky/reader fail to communicate properly (sooo unlike them, I know!)
There's only a few more chapters left, I have it mostly mapped out and some stuff in drafts so should finish in the next few weeks - but don't worry, still plenty of drama to come...

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"Bucky...I can't..." you panted.

He pulled away and looked up at you, smiling wickedly and taking a moment to drink in your dishevelled appearance.

"Just one more. You can do that for me, right Doll? Just give me one more. A tiny, little one" he smirked.

You wailed as he resumed his position between your legs, diving back in and teasing your clit with his tongue and working you over with his fingers. He'd been at this for some time, you were perched on the edge of your bedroom desk with him on his knees - making you come over and over again until the sensitivity made everything feel like it was on fire. You'd slowly unravelled, your body feeling heavy as your speech became slurred and your brain melted out of your ears. He seemed to relish breaking you like this, delighting in reducing you to a quivering mess at his hands (and tongue).

Your climax arrived mercifully quickly and you yanked his head away from you as you rode through it, unable to cope with the feeling of his tongue on you any longer. He surprised you by leaping up and sinking his fangs into your neck as you came, almost passing out at the dual sensation of your orgasm and the feed euphoria. He moaned heavily as he fed from you, holding you tenderly as you jerked and spasmed and sighed against his cold cheek. As you came down from your high he carried you to the bed, gently laying you on the sheets as he pulled you to his chest. You both laid there for a few moments as your breathing settled back down.

He watched you smugly and you sighed at his arrogance, but still gave him a gentle kiss on his nose as a thank-you for his dedicated hard work.

He had been insatiable in the weeks since Steve had discovered the truth, constantly all over you and apparently unable to get enough. It was rare that you were both in a room without him touching you in some way. Now you didn't need to sneak around, Bucky seemed to be wanting to make the most of it. He liked to incorporate feeds with your bedroom activities, knowing it enhanced the feeling for both of you. Most evenings you'd be endlessly high from the relentless endorphins, sometimes unable to sleep for hours because the adrenaline would be coursing through your veins.

You would sometimes go out in the evenings, to a late movie or to a nice bar (not that he drank, but would order a small, untouched beer to keep up appearances). Restaurants were out as you felt weird eating while he sat and watched, so you would do late night art shows or go to the theatre. Sometimes you just walked around the city, taking in the sights and sounds as he draped an arm around you and kept you close.

It all felt very easy, silences were comfortable and time seemed to slip away when you were with him. Adjusting to a slightly more nocturnal pattern was tricky at first, but fortunately your job didn't require you to start at the crack of dawn as long as you met deadlines and got the work done throughout the day. And Bucky was very strict about you retiring to bed before it got too late so you didn't mess with your sleep pattern too much.

You'd told your friends about him who were delighted with this development. They didn't know who he really was of course, but were charmed by him when you'd brought him along to the bar one night and he'd bought everyone a drink, making an effort to talk to them all. Nat had given you an approving thumbs up as he passed her the martini he'd paid for. Wanda was thrilled you'd finally put Peter behind you, mouthing 'he's so hot' when Bucky's back was turned.