Bucky knows how to test your limits, but when he brings Steve into his games, you may have bargained for too much. (dark!Bucky x Reader, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader)
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Drip. Drip. Drip.
You thought you were going to go mad. It had been at least two hours since Bucky left. You should have been cold, naked as you were in the bathtub, but the fine tremors that went through your body kept your skin hot and flushed.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You groaned as the drops of warm water hit your sensitive nub. You were flat on your back, your legs horizontal and slightly bent against the wall, laid bare just below the facet. It wasn't enough to bring you to your peak, but just enough to keep you on the knife's edge.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
You heard the front door to the apartment open. Thank God. A few seconds later, Bucky appeared in the doorway, all dressed up from his day out with Steve. You shivered as he stood there, leaning against the frame as his eyes roved over your naked body. His pink tongue wet his lips, the gesture going straight between your legs. You whimpered. It hurt.
"I... was good," you panted. Desperate for him to either turn the water off or open it to full blast. Anything to relieve the tormenting pressure. "I didn't move. Didn't even touch myself."
"Is that right?" His smile was lazy and wicked. "I think I'll take a look for myself."
You could barely keep still as he strode over to the tub. He knelt by the side, bright blue eyes devouring you as they roamed over your skin. He reached over the edge and moved his hand teasingly between your legs. His forefinger swirled around your swollen bud and dipped down between your folds. You gasped and arched your neck, shivering as he teased at your entrance. You could feel how tight and slick you were for him. He could feel it, too.
"That's my girl." His slow smile was bright but his eyes were sharp as ever. He pulled his hand away, leaving you cold and empty. "Why don't you come on out of there, sweetheart? You must be freezing."
You almost whined, wanting him to touch you again. Reward you for being so good, but it was true; you didn't want to spend another second in that chilly porcelain tub.
Bucky turned off the facet and stood, grabbing a towel from the rack. You gripped the side of the tub and pulled yourself into a sitting position. Your limbs felt heavy and your fingers and toes really were freezing. You should have turned up the radiator this morning.
You carefully stepped out of the tub, nearly slipping in the process, but Bucky was there with the towel, wrapping it around you and half-lifting you out of the tub and onto the bathroom rug. You sighed in relief as he rubbed your arms through the fabric, cheeks heating when he smiled at you. It was almost a smirk, and to any other gal it would have looked simply charming with all those pearly whites.
You shivered again, and not from the cold.
Bucky removed the towel and lightly swatted your rear with his hand.
