Addicted to You

𝟚𝟡 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 ℕ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, mentions of voyeurism, smut 

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Addison could feel Bucky's hesitation to wander away from her in the crowded space.

Sweaty bodies were pressed together under flashing lights, music thumping in the background while Bucky held her hand tightly, looking down at her as she took in the space around her, women froze when they saw the band walk in, Addison turning back to see Natasha smile, reaching forward to take her hand, "Buck, go get drinks and relax you look like you're going to faint," Natasha laughed, while Addison slipped her fingers from Bucky, disappearing into the crowd with Natasha.

A laugh left her lips when Natasha drug her to the middle of the dance floor, immediately starting to sway her hips, Addison joining in. "Since when do you want to actually dance?" Addison questioned, taking Natasha's hand and spinning her around, the red head tilting her head back in laughter. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, and she smiled. Normally she would've cowered away, but she was done letting the world decide her personality, her choices, she was done with letting everyone narrate the story that she was in.

"Since you decided that you're going to bolden your horizons."

Addison smiled, her and Natasha dancing for at least thirty minutes before a hand on her hip stilling her before she turned around to see a man behind her, tilting her head. "Your boyfriend is talking to some chick," the random man spoke, pointing towards the direction that Bucky lounged on the couch, talking to a brunette who wore a flirty smile, but Bucky's eyes were on her the whole time, watching the sway of her hips. When the brunette decided to lean forward and whisper something in Bucky's ear that drew his attention away from his girlfriend, she smiled, turning back to the man.

"Thank you," Addison smiled, flipping her hair over her shoulder, "I'll handle it."

It was like the red sea parted before her as she walked through the crowd, climbing the three steps into the VIP lounge that was reserved for the band. Bucky was still deep in conversation with the woman, but his arm opened up for Addison when she approached, his hand slipping around her waist and helping her lower into his lap, her thighs forcing space between Bucky and the woman, his attention immediately turning back to his girlfriend with a smile. "God you're hot," Addison whispered, running her fingers through his hair before leaning down to capture his lips in a messy kiss, a groan tumbling out of his lips when she pulled his bottom lip between her teeth. She could feel the brunette's eyes burn into her head with a hatred, turning to face the girl, "Hi, nice to meet you."

Bucky ignored the conversation as he pulled the deep V of Addison's dress to the side, not enough to expose her entire breast but enough where he could suck a mark onto the soft flesh, "this is Miranda," Bucky mumbled against Addison's skin, before he was pressing wet kisses up her chest and to her neck, "she was trying to convince me to come back to the house with her, something about being better than that goody two shoes I'm with," Bucky spoke against her neck, dragging his teeth up the chorded muscle when her head tilted back, "I told her I'd never trade my sweet baby for her," Bucky smiled when Addison's fingers slipped down to his neck, tugging on the chains around his throat before he turned towards the woman named Miranda, "you're more than welcome and watch, but I'm about to take my woman apart, she's pretty fucking hot isn't she?" Bucky's hand tangled in the back of Addison's hair, leading her lips to his, a wet kiss being shared.

"The best part is," Bucky murmured when he pulled away from her lips, "she'll let me do anything I want to, she loves me enough to let me tell her what I want her to do, in and out of the bedroom, wanna see?"