Part eleven

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Y/n

AN: Smut warning! If you don't feel comfortable reading this part, then you can just skip the chapter and you won't miss anything important to the story. It'll have a time skip, but don't worry you won't miss anything. Just move on to the next chapter and continue from there.

Bucky's lips rejoined mine once again, before he helped me take my shirt off next. We scooted up the bed more, and I undid his belt next. He slid off his pants, before sliding off mine.

His lips grazed my leg on the way back up to my lips, before he went to work on my neck, leaving marks I knew would still be there in the morning. My hands were in his hair, and I arched my back, allowing him to undo my bra.

He kissed my breasts, and then finally moved on to my underwear. He pulled them off, along with his own.

Lining himself up with my entrance, he looked at me again. "You're still good?" he asked.

I smiled and nodded. "Yes."

He then swallowed. "Are you a virgin? Do you need me to be careful?"

I chuckled a bit. "Thanks, but no. I'm a grown woman."

"I know! I was just making sure I didn't hurt you."

I rolled my eyes, but smiled at him. He really was adorable. "James," I said seductively. "I don't want to be walking with ease tomorrow."

He shook his head and laughed. He laced our fingers together, using his metal arm to prop himself up.

He then pushed into me, hard. We both gasped at the movement, and he started moving right away.

"Faster, James," I gasped, letting out moans as he picked up the paste.

"Oh, Y/n," he groaned, kissing and sucking my neck again. He started pushing in so far, hitting my g-spot every time.

"R— right there, James," I moaned.

He thrusted harder and harder, until leaving me as a moaning disaster. .

"James," I moaned again. "I think I'm g— gonna—"

"Me too, Doll."

And then we both did, riding out our highs together. He pulled himself out of me, and collapsed beside me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I put my hands and my head on his chest.

"Good night, my beautiful Y/n."

"Night, James."

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