Slow Dancing & Apple Pie

Seventeen

You'd quickly learned that Bucky wasn't just extremely possessive while in rut. He was absolutely insatiable. And that made him clingy. So clingy. When you snuck out to use the bathroom, he would be there at the door before you were finished. When you needed to grab food or water, he was practically attached to you like velcro. Groping, sucking, licking everywhere he could until you gave up and submitted.

Couple the insatiable with his super soldier stamina and you wondered if you'd be able to walk right for a month after he was out of rut. Hell, you wondered if you'd be anything more than a puddle of goo by the end.

"Omega." The low commanding growl pulled you from your doze, your eyes opening as Bucky reeled you to him like some kind of sexy octopus. Licking and sucking his way up your body until he was slotted between your legs and you were panting with need.

"Alpha," you purred out his designation, feeling his cock jump against your stomach as he leaned over you, body pressing yours into the bedding. A frisson of tingling pleasure races through you when his teeth close around one of the scent glands in your neck. That was something else you'd learned about him over the course of the past two and a half days.

Bucky liked to bite. He really liked to bite. Your body was littered with the marks he'd made, in some areas, they were layered over each other like a patchwork quilt. Turned out, you loved that.

"Hands."

Obediently, you lift your arms above your head. He makes a satisfied kind of sound, his cool metal fingers wrapping around your wrists and pinning them in place. Then his flesh hand slides down your body, lighting little fires on the way until he's guiding himself to your entrance.

There's that delicious stretch followed by the feeling of fullness as he sinks into you. He's moving slowly at the moment, staring intently into your face, taking in every little flicker of emotion that runs over it.

The moment he bottoms out though, it's like a flip switch–a low rumble in his chest is the only warning you have before he snaps his hips hard. The enhanced speed at his disposal makes it feels like he's dragging back and plunging all the way forward in a single move. It pushes the air right out of your lungs, the heat that had been building inside of you exploding into an inferno like a flashover.

Your back arches up, a wordless cry on your lips as you come with very little warning. But he doesn't stop the strength of his thrusts. It makes it so when you'd normally float back down on that satisfied post-release cloud, you just get shoved right back up and over.

It's intense, and feels like magma is flowing through your veins as you ride the crest. A satisfied growl sounds in your ear as Bucky leans down to you, letting your hands go so he can slip his arm under your back and tip your hips so you'll take him deeper.

Shuddering as you come back to yourself, the aftershocks pinging like an electric current through your nerves, you wrap your arms around his back. Clinging to him as he chases his own. His eyes latch on to yours, the icy blue nearly swallowed up by his pupils, the hair that's starting to grow out plastered to his forehead with sweat.

A ripple runs through his body, the corded muscles of his back bunching under your fingers. With a deep grunt, Bucky's head drops to your shoulder as he finally lets himself go and he comes. Your hands slipped weakly off his back, exhaustion hitting you like a brick.

Bucky nuzzled against your neck for a moment before he rolled and situated the two of you in a comfortable tangle of legs and arms. You're nearly asleep, his metal hand stroking soothingly along your back and helping to cool your flushed skin when you hear him speak.

"I bet you and Steve will make really pretty pups." There's a wistfulness in his tone, and he's speaking so quietly you're not sure if he's speaking to you or himself. So, you rub your face against his chest and wrap your arm a little bit tighter around him.