You made his blood boil.
He watched as you made your way across the room, a loose tank. Short shorts, bare feet. Your hair was in a messy bun. You looked so soft, so sweet. So innocent. But Bucky knew better.
You were like fire. Burning right through him. No one knew. You preferred it that way. What happened in the darkness. The way you'd cry out. The way your nails would drag down his back.
The way you'd beg him for more. The blade piercing your side, just a trickle of blood. How you loved it rough. Dark. How you'd let him explore that side of himself. The Soldier side. That deep, deep darkness.
No.
No one knew.
You'd agreed to that. Keeping it secret. You knew you'd never have anything real. Anything that seemed close to normal. No real relationships. Not outside of this place. No, not you.
"Not sinners like us," you'd tell him.
And that's what you were. You'd both done things. Killed people without hesitation. Been covered in blood. Done it, not even batting a lash. Avengers or not, you certainly were no heroes.
Your hand travelled over Sam's arm as you passed, flashing him a wicked grin. Bucky clenched his fist, seeing red. He knew it was just sex, between the two of you. But he sure as hell didn't want to see you flirt with someone else.
Especially Wilson.
He fought the urge to grab you, take you away. Drag you to his room and show you who you really belonged to. But he couldn't. And he hated it.
"She's something else," Sam sighed as you passed by, your eyes briefly meeting Bucky's. "Too bad she's gotta date tonight. I'd certainly take her out." Bucky froze. You had a what? His nostrils flared and he stood.
"What the hell is up with you?"
He ignored Sam, stalking toward you as you made your way outside. He looked around, making sure you were alone and pushed you back up against the wall. "What the fuck, Barnes?"
"You have a date?," he breathed, his face dangerously close to yours and you smirked a bit. "Sure do, Barnes. That a problem?," you asked with a bat of your lashes and he growled. Low, feral and it make you moan.
His metal hand grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head. You should have been angry. But you were too wet to be mad. "It is a problem, Doll," he drawled, his lips pressed against your neck, nipping gently, making you shiver.
"You are mine."
You laughed, turning your head to look at him. "This is just fucking, Bucky. And you know it." His nostrils flared and his flesh hand trailed down, cupping your clothed cunt. "Maybe, Sweetheart...," he cooed, "but this is mine. And I don't share."
You fumed, dipping you head and biting his lip hard, causing him to chuckle and lick away the blood. "Kitty likes to bite," he taunted, his metal hand releasing your wrists and threading through your hair and tugging hard making you hiss.
"You know no one can fuck you like I do. No one knows your body like me. No one knows how god damn dirty and filthy you are. That you love it when I drag my blade all over your body," he said, smirking. His voice dropped to a whisper.
"It made you cum so hard."
He chuckled at the look on your face. "No one will pleasure you like I do. Your body will always betray you, little Kitten. Always." You wanted to fight, but it was useless. He had you, completely.
"You'll cancel that date. You'll take this sweet ass," he moaned, cupping it with the metal appendage, "up to my room. You'll strip and climb on the bed, spread wide open for me. Because you need it," he whispered against your lips. His tongue darted out, licking your bottom lip.
"You need to be taken. Treated like a dirty little whore. You crave it, Doll. And you know...oh fuck, you know I'll give it to you." You shivered again, barely able to think straight and he moved his hand, pressing his thumb against your tight hole.
"I'm fucking this, too."
You released a breath, your mind was foggy. "You know you belong to me. And tonight, baby, I don't give a fuck who knows. You'll be screaming my name. The whole team will hear it. They'll know, baby...,"
"They'll know who your Daddy is."
You whimpered at his words. He'd broken you. You needed him. He chuckled, his thumb brushing over your clit, the metal one still tugging at your hair. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes. You swore you'd cum like this.
"Always so wet for me. Such a dirty, filthy little girl. You need it, don't you? You need your Sergeant to fuck you into the mattress, fuck you straight into oblivion."
You nodded, weak.
He laughed again, pushing a finger into your wet, aching core. You moaned obscenely and he laughed once more. "Your body will always betray you. Sinners like us, baby, we belong together. We understand each other. We crave the darkness."
You swallowed, knowing he was right.
He let go for a moment, sinking to his knees. He looked up at you, his eyes nearly black. Moving your shorts and panties to the side, he wasted no time, moaning loudly at his first taste of you.
"Still the sweetest thing I ever tasted."
Your knees were weak. You briefly thought about getting caught, and it only turned you on more, the thought of someone finding you in this position. He ate you out like a starved man, shaking his head side to side. Sinful sounds from his lips, the vibrations pushing you closer.
"No way I'm letting you cum like this," he moaned against you before pulling away, making you groan. He pulled your shorts back up and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. "See...," he grinned, "so sweet."
He picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder, making you squeal. Ignoring the faces of your teammates, he led you through the common room and to the elevator, never putting you down until you reached his bed.
"Now...," he grinned, pulling off his shirt, "time to show you how much of a sinner I really am."
