With Him | Bucky x Reader | Enemies with Benefits

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*YOU KNEW WHAT WAS ABOUT TO HAPPEN THE MOMENT YOU CLICKED THIS CHAPTER. DON'T LIE.*

Y/n's POV:

If Bucky wanted sex so badly that he was fucking up my axe-throwing then we were going to have sex.

I stood in front of his door wearing a crimson, silk robe and holding a little, black bag tied with a ribbon. Stepping forward, I knocked slowly on his door.

"Hey Y/..." His words died in his mouth as he took in my attire (or rather - my lack of it). He cleared his throat and smiled. "Y/n/n...you look-"

"I know," I answered, rising onto tiptoe to kiss him before handing him the bag and walking past him, into the room.

"What is this?" He asked, starting to untie the lace bow.

"You said you wanted to use it, so I kept it after the competition." I told him, watching his expression as he pulled the little black blindfold out of the bag. Just before he could say another word, I undid the tie on the robe and let it fall to the floor, unveiling a black lace set. 

Bucky stood ahead of me, speechless.

"All good?" I asked, fighting to contain a grin. What can I say? I was excited.

"Fuck, Y/n/n. You're going to kill me one day." He stepped slowly towards me, arms reaching out before they came to rest on my shoulders and his mouth took mine in a burst of passion.

His strong lips took any control I had had over the situation and buried it six feet under. His hands trailing up and down my body, as he walked me in the direction of the bed.

He was needy with his kisses. I was needy with mine. Tonight we weren't showing love, we were showing pure and utter lust. A raw desire for each other's bodies. We were clawing for release, like animals, that was all it came down to need.

With every step backward toward the bed, I felt my anticipation increase tenfold. 

An abundance of breathless moans lifted themselves off my lips and he swallowed them with his breaths. Everything we did was perfectly in-sync, he knew what I wanted and I knew what he craved.

Pushing me back onto the bed, he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the floor, revealing his perfectly chiseled body. I swear that man must have been a Greek God or a statue in his past life. He's unreal.

He undid his belt and walked around the side of the bed toward me before pulling my wrists behind my back and fixing them there. 

"If you want me to stop then you're going to say 'Red'." He pulled his lips down to meet mine, it would be the last sweet kiss of the evening. "Is that alright with you, Doll?" He asked.

Unable to find the words in my vocabulary, I settled for nodding. 

"Tell me, Y/n." He commanded, his tone firmer than I was used to. "Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need."

"Please." I whispered, "Anything. I want you to fuck me. I want this."

"Good Girl. Perfect." He smirked, pulling the blindfold over my eyes.

And there I was. Plunged into dark and full of need. Begging to feel Bucky's hands over my skin, his lips on mine, his cock in my cunt. 

I didn't know where he was, I was sat with my legs spread on his bed. The cool leather of his belt wrapped tightly around my wrists. My pussy wet and pulsing with desire.

I felt his hands reach for my hips, pulling them farther down the bed until I was lying with my hands above my head. 

I felt his warm breaths gloss over my body, the cool metal of his dog tag tracing shapes over my peaked breasts; the thin fabric of my bra doing very little to shelter me from the addictive sensation.