"You're joking, right?"
Bucky looked at you like you had to be lying. There was absolutely no way that was possible. You were beautiful. Stunning. Sexy as hell in his eyes. It just didn't seem possible at all to him. He couldn't wrap his brain around it.
"Jesus, Bucky," you groaned, head in your hands. This was why you didn't like getting drunk with him. It always got way too personal. "It's not like I don't feel like shit about it enough. Gotta rub it in, too? Put salt on the wound?"
"That's not what I meant, Y/N. It's just...it seems unlikely. How long were you with him and he never made you come even once? What in the fuck was he doing?"
"Nearly a year," you groaned again, taking a deep sip of your wine. One fucking year and not one orgasm. Not one.
"A year?! Are you fucking kidding me?"
"You know what?," he whispered, looking up at you, "I'm gonna help you out."
****
And that's how you ended up underneath Bucky Barnes.
****
"Come on, baby. You can do it. You can give it to me, can't you? Hmm? I wanna feel it. Taste it on my tongue. Gotta let go for me, Kitten. Can you do it? Can you come for me? Come all over my fingers. Do it."
You were writhing. Body trembling. Sweat poured down your neck. Your body was on absolute fire. Panting. Almost in tears. The coil tightened. You could feel it ready to burst out of you. It had been too long since anyone had made you come besides yourself. His fingers were driving you insane.
"God, beautiful," he praised, "look at you. Fuckin' goddess in my bed. Dripping down on my sheets. Bet you taste like honey, don't you? Fuck, I gotta get my mouth on that dripping cunt. Gotta bury my face. Wanna hear you screamin' my name."
And that did it.
A scream ripped from your lungs. Entire body tensed up. Shaking, convulsing. Seeing white behind your eyelids. Completely soaking his entire hand, coming harder than you had in ages, overstimulated. Sweating, panting. Nearly weeping.
Before you could even come down, his head was between your legs. Tongue going crazy on your clit. Circling, nipping, sucking. Lewd, filthy noises fell from his absolutely perfect lips. Tongue flattened. Cunt to clit. Pushing his tongue in and out of your aching entrance.
"Got another for me?," he groaned against you. No words would come so you just nodded furiously. Hands gripping the sweat drenched sheets. Dirty, pornagraphic moans slipping from your lips. Writhing, begging for more. For less. For, fuck, anything. Something.
Desperate.
"Oh baby," he moaned, spreading you wider. His tongue pressed against the tight ring of muscle. Your back arched and you dug your fingers in his hair, pulling harshly and earning the dirtiest sound you'd ever heard. Somewhere between a moan and a growl.
Feral. Primal. Achingly beautiful.
He switched his tongue for his middle finger. Pressing against you as he went back to work on your pussy. Pushing a bit harder with every suck of your clit. Pain and pleasure. Absolute bliss. Heaven underneath him. "Like that, huh?," he chuckled low, vibrating against you. Making you impossibly wet.
"Filthy dame."
"Should I fuck it?," he teased, the tip of his finger now inside your ass. "Would you like that? Did he do that to you? Fuck this tight asshole? Hmm? Did you let him inside?"
"No!," you cried out, voice absolutely wrecked. Strained. Tears streamed down your cheeks. God, you fucking needed it. Desperately. It was almost painful. Sobs broke through once he was knuckle deep. It was too much. Too damn much. You knew you'd make an absolute mess.
"Jesus, fuck!," he groaned, his beard now dripping with your wetness. And he wanted more. All of it. All of you. His cock was painful. Pressed against his pants. Aching to get wet, too. To be consumed by your heat. He knew you'd be like fire. He knew you'd drip down his length.
****
"Oh my god," he breathed. Jaw clenched so he wouldn't blow his load. Moving at a slow pace. Feeling every inch of your velvety walls. Pure fire. Hot. Scorching. And so goddamned wet. Flowing down your thighs. His sheets would smell like you and it made him harder.
He was addicted. Plain and simple.
He couldn't just have you once. Not now that he knew how you felt, he'd never be able to erase it from his brain. It would be etched forever. The way you hugged him so tightly. Clenched around his dick. Walls pulsating. You'd come again and soon.
"So close," he whined, picking up the pace just enough to make him wince. You squeezed him even tighter. How was that possible? "Baby, oh god!," his voice was broken. He wanted to weep. Nothing has ever come close to this. Never. And it never would.
You were made for him.
"Come," you panted, lips pressed to his ear and he nearly cried. Beautiful. Perfect. His legs shook. Stomach muscles tensed, brow furrowed. Eyes screwed shut. Heat in his belly. Pure fire. About to blow. He ached for it.
"Let me feel you, Bucky."
He roared with his release. Head thrown back, whimpering. Whining. Sheer pleasure. Euphoria. Heaven. He was sure this was what heaven was like. Here with you. He needed more. More of you.
****
Bliss.
Tangled limbs. Soft kisses. You hadn't expected this from him. Friends to lovers. That's what this was, wasn't it? Not just one time. You knew it wouldn't be enough for either of you. Never enough.
He was still buried inside you as you laid together. Felt just too good to pull away. Bodies close. Heat between you. His lips trailed across your shoulder. Neck. Ear. Leaving little love bites in his wake. Marks showing the world you now belonged to him.
Him.
"Can I stay inside?," he asked softly, his lips now pressed against your jaw. Corner of your mouth. It was so perfect. Filled with love. Love for you. Did Bucky love you? Was that possible? Or was this just post-sex bliss? But you nodded, loving the connection.
He hummed softly, metal hand down your side. Cold vibranium making you shiver. You traced the golden veins with your index finger. You felt his smile against your neck. You accepted all of him. Every part. Maybe you loved him, too. Your best friend.
He rolled over you, caging you in. He kissed you. Passionately, filled with need. He needed you. You felt him grow hard inside you. Filling you again. Completely. His hips stuttered, starting a slow pace. Thrusting deeper, making sure you felt everything.
"Again?," he whispered. You nodded, lips on his neck.
"Again."
