Bucky was always pretty self-conscious of his metal prosthetic. The silver one was just a reminder of Hydra. All the things he'd done as The Asset. He felt like he'd never be able to wash the blood away. It didn't feel like it was really a part of him.
The one Shuri had made was different. Lighter. Almost beautiful. The black vibranium. Golden veins. It made him feel like a brand new man. But he was admittedly still a bit self-conscious off of. Covered his hand with a black glove, afraid of scaring others.
Until he met you.
You joined the Avengers just before the battle in Wakanda. The five years after the snap had taken its toll on you. Not to mention all the years prior. You felt broken, like you couldn't trust your own mind sometimes.
But you'd fallen for the Winter Soldier and he'd fallen for you. Two halves that made a whole. You mended each other's broken pieces. Navigated the world and life together.
You loved the arm. "It's a part of you," you'd told him, "and I love every inch of you, Bucky."
It made his heart soar. You accepted all of him. Didn't look at him with disgust or pity. No, only adoration and love. He wondered what he'd done to deserve you.
****
He'd been hesitant the first time you asked. Afraid he might hurt you. But you begged, pleaded. And Bucky could never tell his best girl no.
"So good for me," he panted, flesh hand between your legs, rubbing harsh circles over your clit. So, so desperate to make you come. To hear your moans, your whimpers, your cries. Music to his ears.
The metal appendage was wrapped around your throat, squeezing just a bit. Just enough to make you even wetter. Eyes wide, silently pleading with him for more. So much more. You were writhing, aching. Walls pulsating. So close to your breaking point.
"Gonna come?," he teased, squeezing a little tighter. Thumb against your clit, two fingers pressed inside your aching cunt. "You look so pretty like this. All fucked out for your Daddy? You gonna be good for Daddy, little girl? Gonna soak my fingers?"
"Yes," you panted, rolling your hips up. More friction. More. More Bucky. You were blissed out, cunt on fire, legs shaking. Breath shallow as he squeezed again. Chuckled low, vibrating in his chest. "She's so close, isn't she? Hmm? She's gotta have it."
You nodded furiously, tears streaming down your cheeks. You were sure he'd edge you again. Five times he'd pulled you back from your much needed release. Five times he'd denied you of what you ached for.
"She's been so good. So, good for her Daddy. Haven't you, baby? Hmm? Been good for me? So patient. Like a good little girl. My beautiful, beautiful baby. So pretty on your back. Beggin' me. Beggin' Daddy to come."
You cried, back arched. Whining when he pulled his fingers from you. "Please," you begged, "I'll do anything." He chuckled again, leaning over to kiss you. Slow, deep. His tongue exploring your mouth, sucking on yours before biting down on your bottom lip and his metal hand smacking your thigh hard.
"You'll take what I give you. And you'll come when I say so, understood?" You nodded, a sob breaking through. You were drenched in sweat. Body absolutely on fire. Heated, so heated you were sure it radiated off of you.
"Good girl," he praised, biting your lip again. "You'll take it like a big girl. Won't you? Because you're so desperate. So hungry for Daddy's cock. Need to be filled up, don't you? Need Daddy to fuck your brains out. I need it too, baby girl."
"Hands and knees. Now."
The growl in his voice nearly made you come. You scrambled into position and he chuckled at your eagerness. "Look at you," he purred, hands on your ass, sliding down until his left ring finger found your tight hole, pressing against it. "Which hole should I fuck tonight?"
He dipped his head, tongue running from ass to clit in one harsh stroke. Your back arched, pressing against him, needy. Whiny. So desperate to let go, to soak his face. You knew he loved it when you did. Loved being drenched in your release.
"Think I'll fuck this pussy first," he hummed, metal finger running up and down your slit. "Make you come like that. That what you want, baby? Wanna come around my thick cock. Get it so fucking wet?"
His words were only making you needier. Absolutely crying, nearly sobbing. You nodded. "Yes, Daddy. I need it." He chuckled, "since you've been so good." He took himself in hand and ran his cock up and down your folds, coating himself in your wetness.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, "dripping on my cock." He wasted no time pushing into your waiting heat. He moaned your name, his head falling back at the sensation. "Cunt's on fire. Burnin' me up, baby."
You couldn't stop the constant moans. The pleas for more. Harder. Deeper.
Bucky was unrestrained. Primal. Animalistic. Sound of skin slapping against skin. Moans and grunts filled the air. His hands digging into your hips, leaving bruises. Marks, his marks. You were his and he wanted everyone to know. His girl. "Mine," he growled, slapping your ass hard. You'd feel that tomorrow.
"Who's pussy is this?," he groaned, metal hand reaching around and slapping that too. "Tell me! Who owns your pussy?" You whined, head dropped forward. You could barely think. Your brain was fuzzy. Body buzzing. The sharp slap to your ass again brought you back.
"Yours! It's yours, James!"
He growled, deep. Feral. "Fuck right."
Metal fingers pinched your clit, sending you over the edge. Screaming his name, tears streaming. Finally, fucking finally you came, body shaking with the intensity. Legs threatening to give out. But Bucky held you up, thrusts not slowing.
"You got one more for me, don't you? You're gonna give Daddy one more."
You nodded, whining again, whimpering. Sobbing. But he was getting you there. Metal fingers pinched again before trailing up your body, to your throat and squeezing. Enough to make you see stars, enough to make you come even harder.
Clenched down on him, breathing his name. Over and over. It wouldn't stop, pushing you immediately into another one. "Good girl," he panted, "so pretty for me, aren't you? Coming all over me. Doin' so good, baby."
His hips stuttered and he roared, filling you full, making sure you'd feel him for days. Making sure you wouldn't be able to walk straight. He wanted everyone to know. Wanted them to see. He loved it, the thrill.
****
He helped you roll over, laying beside you, pulling you into his arms, back against his sweaty chest. Metal fingers danced over your hips, slowly, carefully. Lovingly. Lips found your neck, feather like kisses against your still heated skin.
Heaven in his arms, Bucky was sure of it. Because, yes, you loved all of him. Accepted all of him, made him feel normal, human. Wanted. Loved. Needed. You laced your fingers with the vibranium ones, bringing them to your lips, kissing them softly.
"I love you," he breathed against your neck.
