Red Lights
Bucky x Reader
Warnings: public sex, dirty talk, pet names
The club was too loud for Bucky's liking.
Too smoky, too crowded. Too much. He needed a distraction. So he lit a cigarette and stood back against the wall, surveying the place like there was a nearby threat. And then he saw you.
Red lights illuminated your body, your features. The curve-hugging black dress you wore. His eyes traveled to your feet. Sky-high stilettos. Toned legs. It was clear you worked out. But he knew that. He woke up at 6 AM every morning, mostly to watch you.
It was like an obsession. Damn close enough. He was entranced by you. The way your body moved to the ridiculously loud beat. The man behind you, hands on your hips. His, he thought to himself. You were his. No...you weren't. But he'd change that tonight.
He waited.
Just outside the restrooms. Patiently. He knew you'd show soon. And as soon as the door opened, your heart stopped in your chest. "Bucky," you whispered and he was on you in an instant. Hands traveling up your dress. Back pressed against the wall. Lips on your neck.
"It feel good?," he asked and you looked at him, confused. He chuckled darkly. "His hands on you, Kitten. It feel good to you? Or do mine feel better?" Hands. One warm, one cool on your thighs. Dangerously close. Your breath hitched. He had you.
And he knew it.
"Needy girl," he whispered, tongue darting out, licking his lips before pressing them against yours. He tasted like whisky and menthols. It made your knees buckle. "Hmm...don't need these," he hummed just as he ripped your panties from you and tucked them into his pocket.
"She wet?," he teased, hands still on your thighs and you nodded, making him chuckle again. "Bet you are. Did he do that? Or me?" Your knees shook, breath ragged. "You, Bucky. It's all you." He smirked, leaning in to nip at your lip. "That's what I thought. Every morning, huh? Know I can smell you, don't you?"
"Know it, know I want you. You've just been waiting, haven't you? Waiting for me to fuck your pretty little brains out, aren't you? Come in, little tank top. Tight leggings showing off that perfect," Slap. "Ass." Slap. "So dirty for me, little girl."
You heard the belt. The zipper. God, you wanted it. Needed it. "On your knees," he whispered against your lips. "You gotta earn it, sweetheart." You didn't argue, didn't care about getting caught. Your mind was hazy. The ache between your legs was too strong. You needed relief.
So you got on your knees for him.
"Good girl," he praised, eyes fluttering shut as you wrapped your lips around him. Big, thick. Long. Almost too much. But you were desperate to impress him. To earn it from him. He grabbed the back of your head and fucked your mouth. Drawing it out, making you choke. Mascara running. "Sinful," he breathed, looking down at you.
"On your feet."
He had your dress up around your waist. Legs around him, back pounding against the wall. Deep, hard. He wasted no time. He wanted a release and he knew you did, too. Loud moans and grunts. His teeth digging into your shoulder. Biting down, marking you up for everyone to see. He didn't give a damn.
"Perfect. Taking me so well, aren't you? Hmm? So good for me, aren't you? Such a good little girl for me."
He took his time. Slow. Fast. Slow. Fast. Head resting on your shoulder. Moaning, growling. Feral. "Feel good? Hmm? So wet for me. So, so warm and wet. Feels like heaven, baby girl. Gonna make me come so fuckin' hard, aren't ya? Gonna make me explode."
He licked his lips, fingers digging into your ass. "Take you home, yeah? Spread you out. Nice and wide. Fuck you over and over. Make up for lost time. Fuck you all night, baby," he growled. Deeper. Impossibly deep. Impossibly hard. Making you nearly scream at the sensation. The utter pleasure.
"Gonna bend you over. Have you every way. Pussy, ass. Maybe fuck that mouth again? Use mine, too. Would you like that?," he asked and you nodded. No words would come anymore. "Yeah? My lips and tongue all over you? Bet you taste so sweet, don't you? Yeah. Gonna make you come like that, too."
He was close. He was whimpering. Thrusts unsteady. Stuttering. Even deeper. Even harder. You were so close you could taste it. Clenching. Throbbing. Quivering. Legs shaking. He chuckled deeply, making you shiver. Low in his chest. "Gonna come?," he asked and you nodded.
"Me, too," he panted. "Gonna fill you up. Watch my come drip from you. Fuck, baby!" He growled loudly, hips stopping, burying deep as he came. You followed right behind. He moaned your name, holding you still for a few moments. A slight blush appeared on his cheeks and you couldn't help but laugh.
He sat you down, adjusted your dress, his pants and held out a hand. "Let's get outta here, sweetheart. We got things to do."
