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CW: Primal play, dubcon elements, anal sex, Bucky has a breeding kink, vaginal sex, dirty talk, choking.
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BUCKY
James Buchanan Barnes.
I keep staring at the picture on Sloane's computer. It's me, and I know it's me. But I look so...
Different.
Happier. Laughing. Other than Sloane, I don't remember the last person who made me laugh.
Maybe it was with Steve.
Sloane thought that digging up this information would help, but things are still coming back to me in pieces. Flashbacks that make it impossible to determine what's a memory and what my mind has simply conjured up to fill in the blank spaces. Sloane said hers still does that to protect her from all of the trauma she's been through.
I glance over at her, in the kitchen, bopping her head to the music while she makes biscuits, gravy, and a roast chicken that she got from the grocery store because she refuses to kill the chickens in the coop. She says it makes her sad to raise these animals from birth just to kill them for dinner.
She's so goddamn sweet. I didn't intend to stay here for more than a couple of days, but now I find myself falling for her and I can't stop.
I think I might be in love with her, but I don't remember what love feels like. Is it always this intense? Like my chest is going to crack open and all of the emotion I've been holding back will come pouring out like a dam that's burst? Does love hurt like this? Because every time I look into her eyes, I ache to touch her, to kiss her, to hold her as close to me as possible and never let her go. She's the stars in the sky, she's the moon, she's a cool breeze... she's everything.
She makes me feel like I'm getting a part of myself back.
She makes me feel everything.
And then she gets up on her tiptoes, reaching for something in the cupboard. I get a good glimpse of the bottom half of her asscheeks in those little denim shorts she likes to wear. Her tank top rides up and my cock starts to stiffen in my sweatpants. I try to go back to focusing on looking myself up on this thing, but I can't stop thinking about her goddamn ass.
Specifically about fucking her ass.
Just like she wanted.
I close my eyes, thinking about what it's going to feel like to sink all the way into her. Do I want her on her back or on all fours? I think I want to look into her eyes. I love looking into her eyes when I make her come. I love watching the way her tits bounce and the way her lips part when she moans my name. I love the sound of it on her tongue and her quiet desperation as she begs me to make her come.
