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He had been away for three weeks on a mission with the Avengers and it was fair to say, you had missed him desperately. Not only had you constantly worried about his safety but you had desperately needed him to f*ck you or you would have gone insane with need.
So when he had arrived home, completely exhausted and covered in cuts bruises and suffering with a broken rib, you had accepted that perhaps you would have to wait to have your eyes roll to the back of your head, as he pounded into you.
A few days had passed and of course, your boyfriend had noticed the underlying frustration and tension you carried in your hunched shoulders. He knew the stance well, he too had suffered from it when you had been away on business. You were clearly desperate for some kind of carnal relief.
He wondered how he could improve the situation. With the doctors saying at least six weeks until he could resume such activities, Bucky knew that he would be of no help to you.
Now that he was a man of the twenty first century, he quickly did some research on the internet, which was when he he came across the answer to all of your problems.
Two days later and you were standing in your bedroom, staring down at the object in your hands, shocked that he had brought something like that for you. You knew it would never be as good as your boyfriend, he did too. However your fingers were not doing the trick, you needed something a bit more, let's say, electric.
And the idea of him watching the entire time just made the whole experience seem a lot more hot.
"Lie down, doll." he quietly commanded, a smirk played upon his lips.
Lying down on your bed, your knees pointed to the ceiling, you waited patiently as he carefully removed your underwear. Dampness already having collected in your panties.
Around your ankles, you felt the familiar sensation of silk being tied to your limb and the bedposts, spreading your legs and core before him.
Watching him carefully, your noticed a light wince in pain flit across your lover's face, as he completed the first knot.
You dropped the toy onto the bed. "Bucky," you sat up, hands upon his. "let me do it." you pleaded, not wanting him to feel any pain.
His expression softened at the sound of your concerned tone. He leaned forward and placed a chaste but tender kiss upon your lips. "I'm fine." he reassured you. "It was just a twinge." cool fingers from his metal hand traced the outline of your cheekbone, as he caressed your face. "let me just finish this, doll. I promise I'm being careful."
Your eyes searched his for any more signs of discomfort or hurt but when you found none, you felt comfortable enough to allow him to continue with his tying.
