Winter's Angel

Part 9

T.W. Smut, dub/non-con, praise, oral (F! Receiving)

When Bucky called me to hang out at the garage with him while he worked on my car I figured it'd be boring, but seeing him bent under the hood is doing things to me. I've been perched on his bike for two hours now watching him work. His hands and arms covered in oil, grease and sweat. I shift on the seat and bite my lip, my mind spiraling with the different ways I'd love to be absolutely devoured by this man. I somehow don't even notice when Bucky looks over his shoulder at me, raising an eyebrow. "Something wrong, angel?"

"No, just a little bored." I lie.

"That so?" He asks, climbing from under the hood of my Skoda.

"Yeah, there's not really much for me to do and I didn't think about bringing a book or anything."

Bucky licks his lips, pulling the bottom one between his teeth as he picks up a rag and starts wiping the grease from his fingers. "What kind of books do you read?"

I shrug my shoulders. "Pretty much anything I guess." He hums in response, still not fully looking at me. He's seemingly keeping his focus on removing the grody mess from his hands. "I'm serious, I'll read just about anything. Science, Romance, History, Fantasy. I'm not picky."

"Romance, and Fantasy, huh? Let me guess, A Court of Thorns and Roses?"

I narrow my eyes at him. "How do you know about that?"

"You're not the only one that reads." He chuckles and moves closer. I focus my eyes on his hands, the metal one already clean the flesh one still has streaks of grease and oil.

"You've read it?"

"No, but I know other people that have." He steals a glance at me, dully noting what I'm currently hyper-focused on. "You know, it won't hurt you... You can touch it if you want."

My eyes dart up to his face and I blush. Dirty thoughts, dirty thoughts. "What?"

"My hand, my arm." He says extending the shiny metal out to me. "It won't bite."

"No, but the person its attached to might."

"Would you like to find out?" He teases, watching me reach out and gently run my fingers over the plates of metal on his hand. I faintly hear the gears inside whirring up as he tenses under my touch. He steps closer, his eyes still trained on me. "You're the first person that hasn't flinched away from me in years."

"Why would they do that?"

"Fear. People see my arm and they see something they don't understand, it scares them. I don't blame them obviously, I've hurt a lot of people, but... it doesn't mean that it doesn't hurt when they pull away." I look up in his eyes, my fingers still idly tracing patterns on the palm of his hand. Most people would have laughed, or made a jab at him opening up about his feelings but I don't. Even when I see his eyes gloss over with tears, years of guilt, pain and anguish I stay silent. I listen to him stand in front of me and bare his soul. "I'm not going to tell you what I've done before or what was done to me but... Damnit, El. Somebody has to hear that I'm genuinely sorry for it all, even if you don't know what it is. You have to know that I'm sorry."

"Bucky, I want you to talk to me, eventually. Whenever you're ready. I'll be here to listen."

Bucky smirks and before I know it, he's right in front of me. His hands tracing over my curves and slowly moving lower until the bottom of my dress is pulled up. I'm not sure what exactly I said to earn his fingers rubbing slow circles on my clit, but I'll have to figure it out eventually. I bite my lip, trying to keep myself quiet in case somebody else walks in but that idea is quickly snatched away when he rips my panties. The lacy pink fabric now in shreds, giving him easy access to what we both want. "Bucky! Those were my favorites!"

"Where they?" He raises an eyebrow at me. He traces over my soaking slit, coating his fingers in my juices. "I'll have to replace them then." He smirks before plunging a finger inside me. His eyes never leave mine as he slowly starts working the digit at a snail pace, his thumb rubbing on my clit again.

"Y-you're teasing me..." I mutter, glancing down to admire his hand.

"Uh-uh, eyes on me, angel." He grips my chin, forcing me to look up at him. "Want more?" I nod my head and like the damn demon he seems intent to be, he pushes another finger through my folds and finally picks up the pace.

"B-bucky, please..." I whine, my hips rocking against his hand, desperate for more of him. Bucky pulls back and his icy eyes hone in on mine and he flashes a cocky smirk just before ripping his fingers away causing me to whine. "W-what?! No!"

"Greedy girl." He quips and smacks the inside of my thigh. "Open." He commands as he sinks to his knees on the dirty garage floor. My legs spread wide for him, it's an automatic instinct to listen to literally anything this man tells me right now. "Fuckin' perfect, El."

I open my mouth to say something but the thought is thrown away and replaced by a broken moan when his lips wrap around my sensitive bud. I stare down at him with wide eyes, this god of a man on his knees for me. Worshiping my core like it's the last thing he'll ever do. His tongue slides up my slit, lapping every drop of wetness, "You taste and look like an angel."

"Need more, please baby..." I whine, rocking against him again.

"No, sweet girl, because the first time I fuck you- really, truly ruin you- It'll be in my bed." Bucky growls before plunging another finger deep inside me, hitting that perfect spot that makes me see stars. My fingers curl in his hair and my head falls back. If I'm an angel, he's most definitely a demon. A sexy, greasy, depraved demon that's currently eating my soul.

"Gotta cum for me, angel."

I moan loudly, the sound echoing in the quiet garage. "Bucky, please..." I whimper.

"C'mon baby, you can do it." I feel his breath against my folds as his pace quickens again. His fingers pound into me and the knot in my stomach tightens. His teeth sink into my inner thigh, his near perfect bite mark left behind as I fall over the edge. It's euphoric enough to force my eyes to screw shut while another loud, broken moan slips past my lips. My body shakes and my thighs tighten around his broad shoulders. My fingers tug lightly at his hair as his work me through my high.

"That's my girl." Bucky smirks up at me. I faintly feel his lips over the bite mark, soothing the ache. "There she is. So perfect for me." He coos, grounding me back to reality as I finally come down again.

"Bucky..."

"Yes, angel?"

"You've gotta do that again." I say breathlessly, causing us both to laugh. I watch his tongue dart out to lick his lips, it's a far more sinful action than it should be. He did it on purpose, he'll deny it if I say anything, but we both know it's the truth.

"Are you still bored? Or did I distract you enough that I can get back to work?"

"Nope, I'm good. Should I stay?"

He shrugs, "If you want. Though if you do I might close up for the night, drag you home and-"

"Okay, okay! I get it. I'm a distraction, I'm leaving."

Bucky chuckles and stands up. "Thank you... You think too loud sometimes."

"What does that mean?" I ask, raising an eyebrow as he helps me off his bike.

Bucky gets a look like he just exposed some big, government secret but tries to play it off. "The look on your face... You looked like the world was on your shoulders."

A.N.

Hey ya'll!! Sorry about the late chapter. My world has been a little messed up recently and I haven't been in a good place mentally.

Either way, hope ya'll enjoy!!

Happy Reading!!!!