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     before dinner could even make its way to the table, she knew the date was going nowhere.

     when the man across from her wasn’t scrolling through his phone, trying to excuse the action with talks of his ‘stocks,’ he was cutting off every sentence she managed to begin. at a certain point, she decided to stop talking altogether, and she really didn’t think he noticed.

     the bar they were in must have been the preferred spot for every asshole in the area since she had been there twice prior on dates that had gone equally as terribly. the only solace was the pair of eyes that caught hers periodically throughout the night.

     the older guy had been there the other times she came for dates, too, watching her subtly from the pool table or the bar. one time, he’d gotten up to use the restroom and their gazes had locked for a full six seconds. not that she’d counted. the guy she’d been on a date with had brought his friend, and they were counting out how long it took to chug two beers.

     she didn’t wait to find out and left the place as soon as her eyes lost the older man’s.

     as her date picked up his phone once more, she sought out the stranger’s gaze, finding it already on her from where he was nursing his drink and pretending to care about the game playing on the tv.

     bucky set his jaw, glancing over to the kid across from her before finding her again. the look in her eyes was more pleading than anything, begging to be spared from another night of disappointment.

     “so,” her date began, setting his phone back down. “you good to split it?”

     “what?” she asked, pit in her stomach sinking lower.

     “the bill. i prefer to go fifty-fifty.”

     as he spoke, he flagged down their waitress obnoxiously, snapping his fingers and waving wildly until they walked over.

     “yeah,” she sighed, “sure.”

     their waitress walked off again with their cards, her date’s lips spreading into a grin. “you’re really cool for that,” he chuckled, “most girls get like psychos about it.”

     “really?” she deadpanned, pressing her fingertip to the top of her straw and lifting it out of her water before letting it go. the liquid dripped out and flooded over the remaining ice.

     “yeah, it’s pretty gross, honestly.”

     maybe he should pick better stocks.

     “you wanna come over to my place?” he asked, “or yours maybe?”

     she waited a beat, making sure their waitress was on the way back before she spoke. “no, actually, i’m pretty tired.”

     almost immediately, his demeanor shifted, brows hardened and lips thinned in annoyance. good, she thought. he went quiet, only offering her a short goodbye as they stepped out onto the street. no pleasantries, no offers to walk her home, no promises to meet again. not that she was complaining about getting rid of him as quickly as possible.

     her phone screen lit up the area around her as she pulled it out to text her friend. the messages with her date were the last thing open, but as soon as she unlocked her phone, they were gone, their thread vanished from her inbox. he’d already unmatched with her. without a word.

     rolling her eyes, she slipped her phone back into her purse and glanced around the street before her. it had grown cold, bite of fall in the air as she crossed her arms in an attempt to get warm. commotion behind her caused her to look back into the bar, people exclaiming over something that had happened with the game. and then she found him again.

     his back was to her now that she was stood outside, broad and firm, straining under his simple black tee. the silvery ends of his hair rustled when he smoothed a hand through the strands at his temple.

     fuck it.

     she could feel his eyes on her as she set her purse over the back of the stool beside him and settled onto it. her own found them shyly, a wave of nerves creeping down her spine.

     bucky gave her a small smile and motioned to the bartender. “want anything?”

     “no,” she shook her head, “thank you.”

     he nodded, reaching for his beer to take a sip of it. when the bottle clinked back against the bartop, he leaned forward to match her pose, tucking his hand beneath his chin. “strike out again?”

     for a moment, she sat there stunned at his forwardness. but when they had been dancing around one another for months... maybe there was no other way to start the conversation.

     “i guess my batting average is lacking,” she laughed.

     he shook his head, eyes roaming over her in a way that didn’t make her want to cringe away from the attention. it was respectful, appreciative. like he was admiring a carefully crafted sculpture, taking in the curves of her shoulders and the dip of her waist.

     “no, no,” he soothed, “i don’t think it’s any fault of your own.” another wave of cheers erupted through the bar, bucky leaning closer so he wouldn’t have to shout at her over the noise. “bucky,” he offered, extending his hand to her.

     she took it softly as she gave him her own name. he repeated it back, quirking a brow like he was checking to see if he’d gotten it right, really testing it on his lips, how it rolled off his tongue.

     “yeah,” she breathed, swallowing thickly when he didn’t let her hand go just yet.

     running his thumb over her knuckles, bucky smirked at the goosebumps that rose along her exposed shoulders. “so,” he started, repeating her name again. “what seems to be the problem with all these guys?”

     “conducting a survey?”

     he shrugged, “maybe.”

     she laughed lightly, finally pulling her hand back from his to try and quell the heat rising behind her face. “some of them have been nice. at first. they’re all just very... immature, i guess.”

     bucky let out a deep chuckle, flashing his teeth at her in the process. “oh, yeah?” he smirked. when she nodded, he sat back in his seat, pressing his palms to the tops of his thighs. “so you’re trying your luck with an old man?”

     “if that’s okay,” she faltered, worrying that maybe she’d misread something somehow.

     “it’s okay.”

     letting out a breath, she spun her stool to face him a little more, knees bumping into his spread thigh. he looked down at them before looking back to her.

     “last guy seemed like a real piece of work,” he commented, moving to take another sip of his beer and letting the bottle rest on his thigh. “on his phone when you’re sitting right there.”

     “also just ghosted me when i wouldn’t go home with him,” she added, “after making me pay the bill.”

     “you’re kidding me.”

     shaking her head, she laughed, “well, fifty-fifty.”

     bucky’s brows knitted like he couldn’t understand what she was telling him. “fifty-fifty, huh? that’s a real thing?”

     “yeah, it’s... fine, i guess. if you’re okay with it, but... i don’t know.”

     “no,” he asserted, “guy should always treat. especially on a first date.”

     she shrugged her shoulder at him, giggling when he mirrored the action playfully. “especially on your birthday?”

     that made his eyes blow wide, wrinkles at the corners smoothing away with his shock and horror. “you really must be messing with me now.”

     “nope,” she snorted, “though, to be fair, i think he forgot that as soon as i told him.”

     the hand that wasn’t holding his beer came up to run down his face, silver of his fingers glistening under the string lights behind the bar. when it dropped back to his lap, he stared at her apologetically.

     “get yourself a dessert,” he pleaded, “on me.”

     there was something in his demeanor that was so comforting, so welcoming. maybe the way he carried himself with an air of confidence, secure enough in himself to actually give her attention beyond a hollow once-over. it made want curl deep in her core, had her drawing closer and closer to making a crazy suggestion.

     “no, thank you,” she sighed.

     bucky fixed her with a stern look, one that was more suggestive than it was intimidating. “come on,” he goaded, “let me do something for you.”

     the slight rasp to his voice as he lowered it and the way his arm flexed through his sleeve, the sight of his spread thighs, thick forearms resting on them... she suddenly went shy under his attention, embarrassed to speak the thoughts swarming her brain.

     finishing off his beer, bucky set the bottle back on the bar and nodded to the bartender. he let a heavy breath out through his nose, lips stuck in a permanent half-smirk from the girl beside him. even if she wasn’t giving him a response, he could see one in the way she shifted on her stool, knees bumping against his thigh repeatedly.

     “you don’t want anything?” he teased. she pursed her lips, pulling them to one side as she bit into the corner of them. “or do you want something and don’t know how to ask for it?”

     meeting his gaze for only a second, she deflated a little in her seat. “maybe.”

     maybe she’d made a mistake thinking she could handle being so forward.

     just as she began to beat herself up, bucky reached out and grabbed a leg of her stool, giving it one firm tug to pull her closer. the wood squealed against the floor, thankfully drowned out by the chatter of the other patrons. he let his arm come to rest on the back of her seat, leaning toward her just that little bit more to make her skin start to burn, a shiver shaking through her almost embarrassingly.

     “there,” he whispered playfully, “no one can hear us now.”

     as if an audience had been the problem...

     she laughed softly anyway, using it to buy herself some time to muster up the courage for what she was about to ask.

     “i want to... leave. with you, i mean. if... if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

     god, she sounded like the world’s worst car salesman.

     “and go where?” bucky pressed, undeterred from her awkward request.

     he was in her shoes once, young and unsure of himself, older and even more unsure. it had taken a lot of time and a lot of practice to get to the mask of unwavering confidence he wore now. he was more than happy to wait for her to find her voice again, watching for the first sign of true discomfort to back away from the roles he was establishing. ones he was almost positive she was excited to slip into.

     “somewhere neutral?” she tried, backpedaling again under his steady gaze. “i don’t know, i haven’t really... done this before.”

     bucky’s brows furrowed slightly for a moment, smoothing back out to keep her from mistaking it for judgement. “i’m alright with grabbing us a room for the night. if- if that’s what you want, sweetheart.”

     the term of endearment came with the gentle touch of his thumb at her shoulder, rough skin beginning to rub back and forth.

     “that’s what i want.”

     “yeah?”

     “yeah,” she swallowed, nodding to make her point.

     “alright.”

     bucky pulled his hand away from her shoulder, bringing it up to stroke at her jaw softly before he stood. she sat there in awe of him, of his size, watching as his muscles strained beneath his shirt with the movements of him pulling out his wallet and tossing a few bills on the bartop. he turned back to her and kicked his stool out of the way, stepping between it and her with his palm facing upwards in offering. that simple action alone had her knees ready to give out when she took his hand and helped herself down with it. he even beat her to grabbing her purse, sliding it carefully up onto her shoulder.

     “ready?” he asked, speaking softly with a nod to the door.

     her own nod was quick and jerky, a sudden rush of excitement shooting throughout her veins.

     pushing open the door, he stepped out and onto the sidewalk, waiting for her to follow.

     “thank you,” she beamed, trying to bite back the strength of her smile.

     “you’re breaking my heart,” he pouted, “you don’t have to thank me for holding a door.”

     “well...” she giggled nervously.

     bucky shook his head, giving her another flash of his teeth as he chuckled and dug into his pocket for his phone. “here,” he offered, “look through and find a place that looks comfortable to you.”

     taking his phone, she looked down at the list of hotels nearby, glancing up at him for confirmation it was alright. he gave her another small laugh and nodded in encouragement.

     with a firm hold of her bicep, he guided her off to the side, away from the door so they wouldn’t bother anyone, grinning as she let him do whatever with her already. her focus was down on his phone, thumbs scrolling through the page of hotels that he noticed she’d sorted by price.

     “well, don’t do that,” he scoffed, tilting the screen toward himself so he could set it to reviews instead. “there. don’t worry about the price, just find something that you think you’ll be comfortable in. that’s what i’m concerned about.”

     “okay,” she murmured, tapping on the first option and swiping through the pictures. it looked decent enough, standard high-end hotel in the city. the decor was a little boring, but that probably didn’t really matter. “this looks alright.”

     bucky nodded as she swiped through the pictures for him before taking his phone back. “fifteen minute walk,” he said once he got the confirmation screen for their reservation. “wanna grab a cab?”

     “no, no, we can walk. if that’s okay with you.”

     “i don’t know... an old guy like me? without my walker?”

     her shoulders shook lightly with her laughter. “you can hold onto me for assistance.”

     “that’s awfully kind, young lady.”

     falling into step, he started them toward the hotel, chancing glances her way every few steps. she seemed giddy enough, always biting at the corner of her smile when he found her. as his hand went to her lower back for them to cross the street, she looked at him quizzically.

     “you’re not cold?” she asked.

     bucky shook his head. “i run kinda hot. why, are you?”

     “a little.”

     “here,” he suggested, holding out his arm to her. when she wrapped her own arms around it, he tugged her closer to his side. “better?”

     “mhm.”

     somewhere along the way, her fingers had drifted down, interlocking with his easily as she fought the urge to nuzzle against his bicep.

     “wanna stop in here real quick,” he pointed, guiding them into a drugstore. “want anything?”

     she shook her head, watching him curiously as he stepped up to the counter. her curiosity quickly turned to embarrassment when he asked the cashier for a pack of condoms. a pack that had her stomach flipping with anticipation as much as it flipped with nerves.

     “you’re not allergic, are you?”

     “no,” she whispered, pulling away slightly so he could get his wallet out.

     bucky refused a bag, ready to carry the black box through the streets like it was nothing until she grabbed it and shoved it in her purse. he laughed at her, snaking his arm around her back and onto her hip for the last few blocks to the hotel.

     she waited beside him as he checked them in, looking around the lobby to the plush furniture and stock paintings, shuffling closer to him when she locked eyes with a guy working on his computer and shooting her a sly grin.

     “y’okay?” bucky breathed, turning slightly to rub at her arm softly. “still want to?”

     she nodded at first, earning a squeeze to her bicep in command. “yeah- yes, i still want to.”

     “alright,” he grinned. the receptionist handed over a little folder with two keycards inside, smiling at them politely. just when they went to head for the elevators, bucky stopped them. “oh, actually, can i go ahead and ask for a few extra sets of towels to be sent up?”

     the receptionist didn’t hesitate before nodding and giving him a cheery, “of course!”

     finally stepping into the elevator, she looked at him, finding his gaze already on her.

     “what?” he purred, brushing his knuckles along her jaw and loosely wrapping his palm around the back of her neck.

     she went shy under his touch, falling against him playfully to bury her face in his chest. bucky simply laughed at her, hand burning down her back to the strings holding her top together. he let his fingers strum at them, pulling one into the crook of his finger to tug on it and hum at the way she sighed when it snapped back to her skin.

     bringing his metal fingers to her chin, he tilted her face up and asked again, “still wanna do this?”

     “yeah,” she sighed, “i’m just... shy.”

     “you were outgoing enough to approach me,” he said softly.

     “no, i know. it’s... a little different. under these circumstances...”

     the elevator came to a slow stop, floor number sounding alongside a ding as the doors opened. he stuck his hand out to keep them from closing again, gaze never breaking from hers to assert, “we’ll do what you’re comfortable with.”

     “okay.”

     their room was as nice as in the pictures, yellow glow making the plush duvet look even more inviting.

     “you need the bathroom?” he asked, setting their keys and his belongings on the entertainment center. when she shook her head, he gave her a squeeze around her elbow. “i’m just gonna freshen up, i’ll be right out.”

     nodding, she watched him go, making for the bed when the door shut behind him. as she pulled out the box of condoms, she looked down at her phone, deciding to grab it and send her friend the hotel and room number just in case. bucky seemed like a decent guy, but...

     the flood of texts from her friend distracted her, drawing her focus away from him emerging from the bathroom again.

     he slid up behind her, finally gaining her attention when his fingers ghosted along the laces of her top again. she inhaled shakily before him, clicking her phone off and setting it on the nightstand next to her purse.

     the scent of soap lingered on him, crisp and floral, the kind that left skin squeaky from its strength. her teeth found the corner of her bottom lip, pulling on it as she felt bucky begin to tug at the strings along her back, undoing the little bow she’d struggled to tie in them earlier that evening. a warm gust of breath landed across her shoulder, his lips soon to follow, peppering light kisses along it and up to her neck.

     “you’re like a present, sweetheart,” he hummed, continuing to work at loosening the laces. “thought it was your birthday.”

     her laugh came breathily, more akin to a heavy sigh as her head lolled to the side to offer up more skin for his lips to traverse. he’d tugged at the strings enough to have her top loosening around her middle, support to her breasts falling away just enough to make her instinctively want to clutch her arms to her chest. his hands smoothing around her waist to her stomach stopped her, the heat and chill of his palms working their way slowly to cup her through the fabric and give her a tentative squeeze.

     “good?” he rasped, feeling her hum rumble through her throat against his lips.

     “yeah...”

     dropping his hands back down to her hips, he guided her into a spin, leaving his metal arm around her back and bringing his other hand to her cheek. she looked up at him through her lashes, lips already parted, waiting for his through the thin pants leaving them. bucky’s thumb traced over the edge of her bottom one, eyes tracking the movement and how her lipstick didn’t budge before he found her gaze again. just long enough to watch as her lashes fluttered when he moved in, leaving a long kiss to the apple of her cheek.

     her touch was shy as it came up to wrap around his wrist, drifting down to the thick of his forearm just as he pressed their mouths together with a sigh. at the first graze of their tongues, she could taste the beer still on his, caught the faintest hint of salt stuck in his beard from whatever he had been snacking on at the bar. it made her whimper, hand sliding up to his shoulder and other following as he pulled her closer.

     the metal of his arm whirred quietly, gears grinding with restraint, the way he held back from clawing at her like an animal. he felt more control with his flesh, allowing his hand to fall from her face and brush along her bicep before wrapping around the laces across her back. it pulled the fabric tight again, earning him a gasp against his lips that he chased after hers to swallow.

     the anticipation turned desperate in her veins, one hand grabbing onto his shirt as the other snaked into his hair.

     “relax,” he ordered breathily, “i’m not going anywhere.”

     before an apology could leave her lips, he was planting his over them again, deliberate with his tongue that showed years of honed precision. it made her thighs ache, a tightening in her stomach that only ever came from fantasies conjured in her own head or words on her screen late at night.

     she was just about ready to start pleading when a knock came at the door, bucky pulling away and letting their mouths ghost against one another for a moment. her eyes had shot open, watching his slowly find their way to hers as another set of knocks sounded.

     “don’t move.”

     all she could do was nod, shivering at the loss of his heat when he stepped away to answer the door. she heard a few pleasantries, looked down her body to make sure she was still presentable, decided to toe off her shoes just as the door shut again.

     bucky came back to her with an armful of towels, pulling a quirk to her brow when he set them at the end of the bed instead of in the bathroom.

     when he stepped up to her and gently grasped her chin between his thumb and finger, the whisper on his lips sent a pang of need down through her, had her mind spinning with possibilities for the linens.

     “good girl.”

     he could see it on her face, watched it in the goosebumps that rose across her shoulders and the quick tremble to her knees, but he wanted to make sure he hadn’t gone too far too fast with her.

     “that okay?” he cooed, knuckles trailing down her neck and stopping just before her cleavage.

     “yes. please.”

     he grinned at her, tucking his finger into her top and chuckling, “have to earn it first. and i technically gave you a pass since you did move to take your shoes off.”

     she had no defense, didn’t know she would need one, that he would be so strict. wasn’t opposed to it if the flip of her stomach again was any indication.

     “it’s okay,” he smiled, slipping the mask off for a second. “i was just teasing. mostly. i don’t wanna push you into something you’re not comfortable getting pushed into.”

     nodding, she traced her eyes over his beard, stuck on the patches of salt in his sea of pepper. it made her giggle quietly to herself, thinking of the actual taste of salt she’d caught in it.

     “what’s so funny?” he smirked, planting both hands on the cinch of her waist and squeezing at the softness filling it.

     “nothing, i just... thought of something stupid.”

     “tell me,” he pressed.

     watching as a strand of his hair fell from behind his ear, she followed it to his cheek and the crinkle of his smile at his eyes. “when we were kissing just now, i could- i tasted, like, something salty from the bar, i guess. and then i laughed because... salt and pepper. your hair. you know?”

     bucky did seem to know as he laughed at her observation. “had some pretzels. i tried to wipe it clean in the bathroom, but i guess i missed a spot.”

     “no, it’s... i liked it.”

     “that right?” getting a nod from her, he gave her waist one final squeeze before spinning her in his arms. her back pressed to his chest on instinct, head falling to one side to welcome his lips again. the sight made him grant her wishes, mouth pressing just below her jaw. “good girl,” he hummed, nipping at her skin just enough to make her whine at the back of her throat.

     her toes curled into the plush of the carpet beneath them, fists tight at her sides until she mustered the courage to grab hold of his hands. his left was still chilled under hers, hard and sturdy for her to cling to.

     “wanna take these jeans off for me, sweetheart?”

     to his question, she nodded, working quickly to begin undoing her button and zipper, feeling him smirk into her neck as she shimmied them down her legs. they caught around her ankles, feet awkwardly kicking at them until they shot across the room.

     bucky’s hand came to grab her chin, turning her face toward him so he could warn against her lips, “relax. enjoy yourself.”

     to make his point, he captured her mouth, guiding her tongue to his own with languid, deliberate movements. he could feel her practically vibrating, itching to start falling into the trap of frenzied kisses and frantic touches. but he wasn’t going to allow it, enforcing as much with his hold on her chin, controlling her pace with the tightness of his grasp.

     her foot accidentally landed on top of his boot, sock slipping off the leather as she ground her ass back into him.

     bucky chuckled, allowing her more grace as he pushed her mouth off of his and drew her attention with the press of his forehead to hers. “be patient,” he stressed, “we’ve got all night.”

     the pout was quickly kissed off her lips, replaced with a gasp as he spun them so he could settle onto the bed. she fell between his legs easily, balancing on the edge of the mattress and watching as he pried open her legs, swinging her left over his. metal fingers still digging into her thigh, he slid his others to the crotch of her panties, letting out an amused hum.

     “this why you’re so eager?” he teased, tracing over the damp patch with his fingertip. another shiver shaking through her was his only answer. pulling his hand away, he curled around her further to whisper in her ear, “i’ve got something in mind i think you’ll like... wanna try it?”

     her nod wasn’t enough, metallic digits squeezing her flesh in warning. “yes,” she rasped.

     “good girl. put your hands behind your back.” upon her doing so, bucky pressed closer to trap her arms between his chest and her back before putting his hand over her eyes. “okay?”

     she nodded again, catching herself before he could correct her. “yes.”

     the weight of his metal hand left her thigh, a stillness settling around them as she focused on keeping her breathing steady. all her progress was lost the moment one of his fingers grazed across her collarbone.

     bucky felt her tremble, thighs going to clench, stopped by his own holding them open.

     the touch was gone as quickly as it came, leaving her skin prickling with anticipation of another should it come. which, of course, one did, trailing over the inside of her thigh and pulling a whimper from her. she wanted to clamp her legs together so badly, squeeze the ache of desperation from them. but all she could do was wait for the next ghost of his finger.

     down the side of her neck, across the fabric on her stomach, the fabric covering her breast, a pinch to the inside of her other thigh.

     the last one fell against the top of her panties, tracing along it under the weight of her stomach. there was a gap between the hem of her shirt and the elastic of her panties that left her belly exposed and vulnerable to her own insecurity. it was habitual when she sucked herself in as much as she could without being too obvious.

     “don’t do that,” bucky cooed, the timbre of his voice making her gasp quietly after so long in silence. another trembled out of her lips when he flattened his palm to her stomach and soothed it over her skin. “i wanna enjoy you.”

     it was enough to have her letting go, even if her face turned away from his to hide the embarrassed furrow to her brows, forgetting he could feel it under the palm of his hand. he guided her head back to center, planting his lips against her neck once more before his metal fingers snuck back to the waistband of her panties.

     he couldn’t feel how the wet patch had grown, only sensed the heat of her through it and the strain of the fabric as he pushed it into her slit.

     starting low, he ran his finger higher slowly, waiting for the telltale hitch in her breath, getting it with a bonus flinch of her thighs when he landed on her clit. he felt her arms struggle between them, wanting to break free and grab onto something but staying in place without permission to do so.

     “good girl,” he grinned into her skin, “you listen so well.”

     it was almost embarrassing how quickly she felt herself careening towards an orgasm, endless moans and whimpers falling from her lips as he worked her over through her panties. maybe it was the added friction of the cotton, but she was practically shaking in his hold.

     “so close already?” slowing his finger to a languid circle, bucky watched as her body clenched in anticipation of the climax that wasn’t going to come. “patience, sweetheart. patience.”

     his idea of patience seemed to be dragging her agonizingly to the edge, dangling her right over the precipice before pulling her back from it. it wasn’t a forceful denial, only a slow stilling of his finger, just enough pressure lingering to have her trembling and praying her release didn’t hit after the loss of a steady rhythm.

     to his credit, it never did. and he even went as far as to assure her, “i won’t ruin it like that.”

     he kept her suspended in limbo for what felt like hours, she was sure was hours, stunned when she finally caught sight of the clock on the nightstand and it had only been half of one.

     bucky had pulled his hands away, freeing her eyes to adjust back to the soft golden glow of the room, his lips at the heated skin of her neck. slowly, he helped her to her feet, standing behind her and guiding her to lie back down on the bed. it was when she tracked his path around to the other side of the bed that she saw the clock, eyes blowing wide. christ, she wasn’t going to survive the night.

     he sat down, leaning over to work at the laces of his boots before kicking them off and sitting back against the headboard. “c’mere,” he grunted, tugging at the pillows behind him to get settled.

     she crawled closer to him, slipping under his raised arm to curl against his chest. he was calm, chest deflating with a huge exhale and free hand grabbing for the television remote. she would have started overthinking, questioning his interest in her, if it weren’t for the thick bulge straining behind his jeans when she looked down.

     but bucky acted unfazed, cool and collected as he flicked through tv channels and stroked idly at her hip.

     she couldn’t take it, thighs beginning to squeeze and stomach clenching in search of the relief he never granted her.

     “you’re alright,” he assured her, hiding his smirk behind a patronizing pout.

     her hand fisted in his shirt, bunching the black cotton in frustration.

     bucky diverted his eyes, turning his attention to the tv when she gazed up at him, waiting until she looked away again to watch her once more. he used the cover of continuing to flick through channels to study the emotions flashing across her face. she was frustrated, first and foremost, but he could also see her plotting, a cute flicker of mischief gracing her features before her hand released its grip on his shirt.

     working slowly so as not to draw his suspicion, she began sliding her palm back and forth across his firm chest, giggling when he flexed one of his pecs under her touch. she went lower, testing his boundaries, his patience, and rubbing over his stomach. a little softer than his chest, still firm enough to prove his strength. a warning, if anything. but still, she pushed.

     her pinky finger was the first to meet his jeans, stretching out and tapping at the point of denim above his button. when he didn’t stop her, she felt emboldened enough to let her other fingers drop down and begin toying with his belt.

     bucky watched her tap her nails against the buckle, thankful for the thick denim that concealed the way his cock jumped under the sensation. it was cute how slick she thought she was being, so he let her have some fun.

     his shirt bunched under her when she slid her chin up to look at him, getting a short nod of his head in permission.

     with just her one hand, at such an odd angle, she struggled with the leather, going a bit shy when he dropped the remote to help her, ends of the belt falling away to either side of his hips.

     on her own again, she popped his button and slowly slid his zipper down, lips parting at the fresh sight of his boxers. it somehow seemed forbidden, exciting to slide her fingers under the elastic and traverse over the wiry hair that must match his beard and the thick trail leading down from his belly button.

     his cock was warm, a heat rivaling the one in her center soaking into her fingertips as they gingerly brushed across it. her thighs clamped together again at the size of him when she began to curl her fingers over him. she was no longer embarrassed at the black box he’d grabbed from the drugstore, now she was worried if he’d even picked ones big enough.

     bucky didn’t stop her when she sat up on her elbow, didn’t stop her when she got to her knees, either. he simply slid his hand between her thighs, giving one of them a squeeze in warning. “slow, sweetheart.”

     she nodded, but was already lost in the sight of his jeans and boxers sliding down his hips, revealing his length to her inch by inch until the head finally popped free. it bobbed up and slapped to his stomach, enticing her in with the ruddy color peeking out from his skin.

     trying her best to follow his orders, she leaned forward and took him in her hand, watching her fingers fail to meet around his shaft. she pulled his skin back carefully, eyes fluttering as she pressed her lips to his head. his scent was fresh, a lingering musk that came only naturally with his skin. it made her want to cry in relief, tongue sliding forward in her mouth to latch onto his tip.

     “easy,” he warned again, running his hand up to pinch at the pudge of her lips through her panties.

     it only made her moan in hunger, lips sealing around him to take him into her mouth, deeper and deeper until she couldn’t help the gag that constricted her throat.

     bucky sat up, bringing his hand to the back of her neck and tugging until she popped off of him. he brought her face up to his, staring at the starting of tears along her lashes.

     “i thought you were going to listen,” he taunted, cutting her off before she could make an excuse. “going to earn my praise.”

     “i-i am- i will,” she stammered, gasping when he squeezed at her neck gently.

     “so be good and listen to me.”

     nodding shakily, she whispered, “i’m sorry...”

     “no, no,” bucky cooed, sliding his grip around to her cheek. she nuzzled into his silver palm. “you don’t need to apologize, sweetheart. you just got a little eager, right?” he pulled her in as she nodded, landing a kiss to the edge of his thumb where it rested beside her lips. “still gonna be good for me, though, be my good girl?”

     “yes,” she gasped, seeking out the tickle of his beard against her cheek again when he pulled away.

     “i know you are.” with one quick, fluid movement, he had her flat on her back, hovering over her admiring the shock and awe in her gaze. “now, be good and let me treat you, birthday girl.”

     she watched as he started at her neck, leaving wet, tender flesh in his wake as he worked his way down to her chest. his hands found her waist again, holding onto her with care as if she’d shatter beneath him, lips leaving a fog of breath at the opening of her top right where her breasts were beginning to spill out of the loosened fabric.

     “you smell sweet,” he panted, bunching her top in his hands to tug on it just enough for him to plant a kiss right at the center of her chest.

     he used the cover of fabric to wipe at his mouth, masking his drool with kisses down her stomach and onto the exposed skin of her softness. she twitched under his beard, hands fisting in the plush duvet as he found her center. bucky let a gust of breath billow over her panties, nose just barely grazing her before he ducked his head to the side.

     all she could do was lie there, panting, blinking away the sting of blissful tears when she felt his tongue dig into her groin and trace a circle at the edge of her underwear. his lips sealed over it, wet smack of them when he pulled away drowned out by her throaty gasp. he mirrored the actions on her other side, humming into her skin when her hips shook from desperation.

     looking up the length of her body, he raised his head just slightly to see her reaction when he slipped his fingers into the soaked cotton of her panties, rubbing the fabric between them and his thumb.

     “bucky,” she keened, rising to her elbows just as he was lifting onto his palm, other working himself back into his boxers. she was unable to form anything but a whine of protest at the sight.

     “you okay, sweet girl?” he purred, soothing his hand over her thigh.

     her fists were tight again, knees wanting to seal her thighs tighter but kept open by his thick ones. “i just want you so bad,” she begged.

     “i know,” he cooed, continuing to rub at her thigh, slowly creeping it up to her hip. “you’ll get me, i promise.”

     bringing both hands to wrap around her panties, he began peeling them down, taking them into one hand to raise her legs with the other. they slid off her ankles and into his palm easily, his lips finding the smooth skin of each leg while he looked to her again. she was watching him, eyebrows knitted and gaze sweet, almost vulnerable.

     setting both of her legs down to one side of his hips, he crawled up her, dropping in to press their lips together heatedly. her elbows gave out, crashing her down into the pillows as bucky followed after her.

     tongue teasing her own with the faintest brush, he pulled back again, earning another petulant whine.

     “have you ever ruined a pair like this before?” he smirked, holding her panties up and watching how she shook her head without sparing them a glance. laughing, he brought them closer. “how can you tell if you won’t look?”

     staring at him pleadingly, she forced her eyes to the fabric when he didn’t budge. the strip of darker cotton stared back at her. “no,” she swore, “never.”

     bucky hummed and wrapped the damp patch around his fingers, snaking his hand down her body with a grin. he worked the fabric between her lips, dropping his forehead onto hers. “ruin them more,” he rasped, “show me how bad you want it.”

     to test his meaning, she ground her hips onto his hand, getting a nod of approval. her thighs parted on instinct, one of them swinging over his for better leverage.

     “oh, good girl,” he gushed, stroking his metal knuckles down the side of her face.

     the praise made her eyes flutter, lips falling open in a moan of half pleasure, half exertion. she kept a pace with her hips, trying to find his fingers at just the right angle each time. they grew frantic and sloppy, losing rhythm with each second she drew closer and closer to the orgasm he’d taunted her with.

     “pl-please,” she whimpered, taking his shirt in her grasp as he pressed his fingers firmer to her core.

     bucky watched her writhe and pant for a moment longer, savoring the way her chest heaved with each breath. “go ahead, sweetheart, i’ll let you cum now.”

     she was near sobbing at the pressure building from the friction of soaked cotton against her clit, overwhelmed from the strength of it building alone.

     “you wanna show me how good you are, don’t you?” he cooed.

     she shook under him, straining out, “yes.”

     “so show me. cum for me like a good girl.”

     mouth falling open in a silent moan, she tensed with the first shock of release to her system, a harsh inhale leading into a groan when it captured her body entirely.

     “that’s it,” bucky marveled, feeling her gush against the panties in his hold and kissing her temple. “so good for me.”

     a cry ripped through her, hips and legs trembling through the last waves of bliss that washed over her. as it settled out of her, bucky’s fingers doing the same, she seized tighter, curling against his chest further. bucky pulled his hand off of her, watching as her thighs clamped at the burst of overstimulation. he stuffed her panties into the front pocket of his jeans carefully, smiling at her as she gasped her way back to earth.

     “how does it feel?” he asked, bringing his bare finger to slip between her slit gently. “too sensitive?”

     her head shook despite the way the touch made her jerk under it.

     “good.”

     because he wasted no time sliding back down the bed to settle between her damp thighs, mouth buried in her before she could even catch her breath from the first orgasm.

     at the first taste, bucky fell onto his biceps, groaning into her as his arms slid up to frame her hips, hands finding her waist again. her feet brushed along his shoulders, one slipping off metal so her thigh came to rest against the side of his head.

     bucky started with lazy circles around her entrance, enjoying the breathy sounds she made under his attention, enjoying the endless flow of her on his tongue more. he was allowing himself to be greedy for a moment, letting her soak into his beard to linger for as long as possible.

     uncurling from the duvet, her hands went to his forearms, squeezing at the taut flesh and metal. she made the mistake of lifting her head, immediately dropping it back down with a moan at the sight of bucky’s eyes locked on her from over her mound and stomach. he seemed to take pleasure in her embarrassment, fingers digging into her sides as he brushed his lips upwards, huffing a small laugh against her.

     his tongue dragged in a slow ring around where she wanted him, heat of his breath causing her thighs to twitch with need. again and again he taunted her, drawing closer to her clit but not quite reaching her. not until he felt her toes prodding into his flank and heard her voice come wrecked and anguished.

     “please, bucky...”

     with a hum, he finally lapped over her bud, keeping his agonizing pace to make sure she began to shake in his hold. “that’s it, baby,” he breathed against her, “be patient.”

     fuck patience, she wanted to scream, biting into her lip to keep it from escaping.

     as he began working her over, she felt his arm slipping from her grasp, his hairs tickling under her palm before it was gone altogether. taking up the duvet again, she braced for what she assumed was coming.

     bucky tortured her some more, raking his knuckles up her thigh as he sealed his lips against her and sucked on her flesh enough to have her hips jumping. his hand came back down, pawing at the meat of her thigh, her hip, dipping underneath to squeeze her ass before finally sliding around and flattening against her groin. he pushed at it, metal thumb stroking over her waist as she started to moan louder, climax drawing closer.

     his lips popped off her, twisting her moan into a cry before his fingers finally dipped into her slit. they went in easily, pulling back out coated in her slick as he toyed with her more.

     he was driving her up the wall, fucking his fingers into her just enough and then not at all, curling them softly to graze her sweet spot and then dragging them away. all while pointing his tongue to trace up and down her clit, alternating between gentle licks and the suction of his lips. her chest had begun to ache with the heavy pants leaving it, palms growing stiff from how hard she clung to his forearm and the bedding.

     when he pushed back in and curled into her sweet spot and didn’t pull back, she almost cried with relief, did let out a broken noise that would have made her recoil in shame if she weren’t so desperate. he kept a rhythm against it, pounding the pads of his fingers into it with enough force to have his knuckles hitting against her entrance.

     faster and faster, the tension built, muscles going tight in anticipation of it. she couldn’t help the babble of incoherence that began tumbling from her lips.

     “please, please, please, fu- ah! yes! please...”

     the edges of her nerves burned, first kindling of her orgasm sparking just before everything came to a halt.

     “no, no, no, please!” she begged, “please, i’ll- i’ll be so good, please-”

     “relax, sweetheart,” bucky breathed, sucking his fingers into his mouth as he stood up from the bed. “thought you wanted me so bad.”

     breathing still ragged, she watched as he reached over his head to pull his shirt off. dog tags sat between his pecs, thick patch of hair leading up and blooming into a full dusting across his chest. like the rest of him, it was dark gray with patches of white spreading through it. her thighs clamped at the sight.

     watching her carefully, bucky shucked his jeans off, boxers following before he stroked himself a few times. an amused smirk spread across his face as she shakily rolled herself onto her hands and knees, back arching deep enough to have him throbbing in his fist.

     “where do you think you’re going?” he purred, reaching his metal hand out to grab at her hip and throw her onto her back again. “i wanna see your face, pretty girl.”

     again, her legs clamped, shaking as she stretched out to relieve some tension. the force behind his grip had been so strong, so controlled, catching her around her knee at the last second so she didn’t roll too far.

     fixing her with a look of warning, he grabbed at one of the towels still folded at the end of the bed, snapping it out and draping it over the duvet. one after the other he laid them out, two across and two high, disappearing into the bathroom to grab the other set and spread those out, too. the implication alone had her ready to fall apart.

     with a pat to the top layer, he ordered her, “right here. on your back.”

     ignoring the almost painful ache in her core at his voice, she carefully settled herself atop the padding of linens, checking on all sides to make sure she was centered.

     “good girl,” he beamed, satisfied with her obedience. grabbing a pillow from over her head, he folded it in half, testing its durability before snaking his metal arm under her knees and using the hold to lift her hips off the bed. she trembled in his hold, sighing out when he lowered her onto the pillow carefully placed under her hips. folding her legs up closer to her chest, bucky leaned in and cupped her cheek in his warm palm, bringing their lips together languidly, his dog tags dangling and grazing over her chest. “everything still okay?”

     “mhm,” she nodded, trying not to fall apart at the taste of herself on his beard.

     “wanna take this off?” he asked, tugging at the sleeve of her top. when she hesitated, he leaned in to capture her mouth again, licking his way in until she whimpered around his tongue. “not yet? that’s alright. i can be patient.”

     he winked at her when he pulled back, grabbing the black box off the nightstand before crawling up onto the bed and moving her legs to either side of him. sitting back on his haunches, he pried into it, looking up at her with a quirk in his brow.

     “you look disappointed,” he smirked, tearing open the little foil packet as she watched. rolling the condom onto himself, he slid his hand up her thigh and crawled over her. “were you hoping i’d take you raw?”

     only half listening, she nodded, too busy staring at his head sliding up toward her stomach like a preview of what was to come.

     bucky chuckled at her, dropping to his elbow over her and dragging himself through her slit. “dirty little girl,” he whispered at her ear, smirking when she shivered at the feel of metal dropping to slide up her chest from his. “bet you could feel yourself dripping all the way down to the sheets, huh?”

     again, she nodded, hips instinctively pushing up in search of him. it worked, getting him to poke at her entrance just enough to tease the delicious burn his size would bring.

     “you like taking it from behind? that why you got on your knees so fast?”

     “yeah,” she swallowed.

     bucky hummed, eyes never leaving her as she continued staring down between them in awe. “feels good like that, doesn’t it?”

     she didn’t know how many more nods she had left in her, practically crying once he began pushing his head into her.

     “will you indulge me just this once?” he laughed breathily, “i’m a little old-fashioned, i like looking at my girl.” and when he slid in halfway with one fluid motion, the sight of her head falling back, eyes glassy and almost crossing from the pressure, he marveled, “and that’s why.”

     she saw him staring down at her as he continued pushing in, his eyes only leaving hers to stare at her lips when they fell open around a moan of burning pleasure.

     “feel alright, sweetheart?”

     “yes,” she gasped, nearly choking on it as he seemed to go on forever.

     bucky kept his breath steady as he finally bottomed out, jaw tight from the way his cock jumped within her walls. letting her adjust, he stayed there a moment, admiring the way her lipstick still hadn’t moved but her mascara had run onto the corners of her eyes. bringing his hand to her waist, metal knuckles stroking down her cheek, he marveled, “you are so beautiful.”

     the ache between her thighs wasn’t enough to keep her from going shy under the compliment, lips trembling as she turned her face away.

     “hey,” he scolded softly, “what happened to being good for me? good girls don’t hide, good girls say thank you.” dragging his hips back slightly, he watched her eyes roll in her head again, a look coming across her face like she had slipped away into another world. it made him grin with a sense of pride. “sweetheart, i wanna hear you say thank you.”

     “tha- thank you, da- bucky...”

     that really had her going shy, haze of pleasure clearing from her slip-up.

     “oh, sweetheart,” he cooed, pushing back in as deep as he could to watch her brows knit in delirium. “do you wanna call me that?”

     forcing herself to meet his gaze, she blinked up at him nervously, finding her voice enough to whisper out, “yes...”

     bucky leaned in to plant his lips over her forehead, kissing away the wrinkle between her brows. “it’s okay,” he assured her, “you can if you’re comfortable.” another slow withdrawal from her walls, his lips trailing down her nose to her lips, leaving a small peck to them before he pushed in again. “go on, try it out.”

     her heart was pounding behind her ribs, hands gingerly coming up to press to his shoulders. when bucky’s nose nudged against hers in encouragement, she took a deep breath and moaned quietly, “please... daddy.”

     humming in satisfaction, bucky kissed at the corner of her lips. “please what, sweet girl?”

     swallowing thickly, she tried to form a thought through another agonizing thrust. “want you...” keening defeatedly, she dug her fingers into him, thighs sliding up his hips. “i just want you. i want you everywhere. so badly.”

     “yeah?” he grinned, hooking his metal thumb under her jaw to tilt her head up. she attempted a nod, moaning into his ear as he started up a slow rhythm. “wanna know what i want?”

     “yes,” she whined, eyes rolling back again from the feel of him nudging against her sweet spot after he’d abused it right to the edge of climax.

     “i wanna see you fall apart on my cock,” he grunted, “just like this, all spread out for me. and when you can’t take it anymore, i’ll flip you over, fuck you from behind how you like.”

     her moans grew higher and more stunted, bucky fucking into her harder and causing her body to slide up the mattress with each thrust. she felt herself slipping off the pillow, pulled back by his hand yanking at the laces of her top. the chain of his tags was bouncing off her skin, tags themselves rattling against the sheets where they fell over her shoulder.

     “then, i wanna make you gush, have you screaming for me, soaking the whole bed. can you do that for me? hm? be a good girl and let me fuck it out of you?”

     “mn- i don’t... i- hah...”

     “don’t know if you can?” he laughed, slipping his knees up higher to gain more leverage to pound down into her. “you can scream for me, though, can’t you?”

     she nodded, nearly crashing their skulls together as she jerked forward from one of his thrusts, the way it hit her at just the right angle.

     “what are you gonna scream when i fuck you that good?” he goaded, working himself closer to a brutal pace, watching her lose every ounce of control she had left. “huh, baby? tell me what you’re gonna scream when i make you leak all over my cock.”

     “daddy,” she gasped, crown digging into the mattress and baring her throat to him.

     “good girl.”

     bucky took up her offering, tucking his face into her neck and running his lips along the column of it as he finally began to fuck into her properly. the clap of their skin echoed off the hotel walls, mixing together with their labored breaths and desperate groans. he couldn’t help but admire the snap to her skin when he tugged it between his teeth and let it bounce back against her muscles, supple and smooth all over. he’d worry about his own perversions later, too occupied with the way her walls began to suck him in.

     “fuck,” he sneered, arm whirring as he punched down into the pillows over their heads, coming to hover just above her face, their noses bumping together with his momentum. “love taking care of you, sweetheart. that’s what you deserve, inside and outside these walls. want that, don’t you? want me to take care of you, hm? make you feel good all the time?”

     he was rambling, only half aware of it, fully lost in the wet heat of her wrapped around him and the sight of her eyes clamping shut, tears squeezing out through her ruined lashes. bucky dropped down to kiss at them, his lips skidding down to her cheek, panting hotly against her skin as his nose wiped through the moisture along her eyes.

     she moaned under him, barely conscious of her hands falling to push at the chest of her top, exposing her breasts to the searing air between them.

     bucky grunted again, animalistic as his lips smashed onto hers and pried them open wide enough to force his tongue into her mouth. his hand left her waist, arm snaking under it to pull her closer to him and have his wiry chest scraping across her nipples. she sobbed into his mouth, one hand finding his bicep as the other clawed onto his side.

     “can you cum from just my cock?” he panted, barely leaving enough room between their lips for the words to come out.

     she had to find breaks in his kisses to gasp out her own response, huffing, “i don’t know.”

     “christ,” he heaved, “you poor thing... play with yourself for me, i want you to cum on my cock, baby.” he felt her move to follow his orders, lifting his torso so she had room to get an arm between them.

     but at the loss of his heat, loss of friction to her nipples, she shook her head frantically and pulled him back.

     “think you can do it, baby?” he marveled, “think you can cum with just my cock?”

     “n-yes!”

     her walls clamped around him, tight enough to make him hiss through his teeth. “oh, you’re so close, aren’t you?” he cooed, “wanna cum for me?”

     “yes! please!”

     “go on, sweetheart, cum for me. cum for daddy.”

     he barely got the word out before she was sucking him in and trembling under him with the force of her orgasm, gasping and moaning against his lips. bucky kept his pace through the vise of her walls, neck straining and jaw clenching.

     “fuck, that’s it, baby. good girl, good fuckin’ girl...”

     his voice faded into a ringing, vision going white under the pressure that kept mounting with each ram of his cock against her sweet spot.

     bucky sensed her slipping into overstimulation, could feel her heart pounding in her chest beneath his. he began slowing his pace as he kissed at her jaw and cheeks, lips coming to rest on her forehead again. “sh, sweet girl,” he soothed, breath fogging over her already damp skin. “you did so good... perfect for me.”

     her hands clung to him, pulling him closer despite there being nowhere for him to go, their chests flush and heaving against each other.

     “daddy...”

     “i’m here, i got you.”

     what he thought was a plea for comfort quickly turned into a lascivious taunt, her thighs clamping around his hips to force him deeper, eyelashes batting at him when he pulled away from her forehead.

     “more,” she breathed wantonly.

     staring down at her, bucky watched the hazy, almost distant look in her eyes grow needier.

     bringing his lips down close to hers, he sneered, “then get on your knees.”

     he pulled out, ignoring her moan of disappointment at the emptiness, letting her struggle to roll herself over and rise up on her shaky legs. just to watch her flounder, he shoved his hips forward into hers, chuckling as she nearly collapsed under the force.

     metal hand clamping onto her hip, he pulled her up, warmth of his other smoothing along her ass, pushing at the flesh to spread her open for him. as she arched her back to give him better access, he smirked to himself. he was right, she had dripped all down herself.

     the pillow beneath her hips had uncurled when she rolled over, pressed down into the mattress under the weight of her chest. bucky did the same to her, draping himself over her so he could cradle her stomach in his hand and kiss across her shoulders, slowly scraping his beard down the brief expanse of skin along her back and continuing his kisses over the laces of her top. his tags trailed behind him, cooling her heated skin after the brand of his lips.

     she felt him reach her lower back, kisses turning to sloppy, open-mouthed presses of lips that ended in an imprint of his teeth on her ass.

     her whole body tensed under the sting, shaking out into a shiver when he crawled back up over her, lips landing beside her ear.

     “okay?”

     she nodded enthusiastically, gasping out, “yes.”

     “good girl.” his hand grabbed hold of himself, head of his cock slipping and sliding against her slit as he tried to force it back to her entrance. “tell daddy what you want.”

     her thighs shook, throat bobbing as she swallowed thickly to try and clear her voice enough to speak. “your c- your cock. want daddy’s cock.”

     bucky hummed, dipping his tip into her before pulling it back out and teasing it up and down her slit. “that all you want, baby?”

     his teeth nipped at her jaw, forcing a strained groan from her, hips pushing back into his but stopped by the grip of his metal hand. “ruin me,” she exhaled harshly, “make- make me leak all over your cock, daddy, please. i wanna be good for you.”

     the quiet of the room went on just long enough for her back to go rigid under his chest before he pressed his mouth to her ear and rasped, “good girl.”

     there wasn’t even a moment between him finally pushing in and him beginning to fuck her with a force he hadn’t exerted over her yet, punching stunted moans out of her with each thrust. her eyes went wide at first, hands pushing out into the pillows in front of her to try and keep from tumbling into them. bucky reached up to capture her wrists in his hold, arm whirring beside her ear. she squealed under the strength of his grasp.

     “you daddy’s good girl? hm?” he gritted, watching her gasp through her nod. “just like getting fucked like a little whore?”

     her eyes squeezed shut again, stomach flipping under the venom on his tongue. “yes!”

     bucky dragged her wrists down, planting them firmly beneath the pillow tucked to her chest. “yeah?” she began to nod again, stopped at the sudden press of his metal palm to her throat. “this okay, baby?”

     the speed at which she nodded was almost embarrassing as she whined out, “yes, please.”

     his fingers tightened slowly, using the motion of his hips slamming into hers to push her further into his grasp. he felt her pulse throbbing beneath her skin, every hitch in her breath and vibration of her moans bouncing off the titanium and sending signals up into his brain, warning him if he was starting to go too far.

     “nobody knows how to make you feel this good,” he bit, using his hips to take out the frustration of having to watch her spend night after night sitting with some loser, leaving the bar disappointed and dejected when he could have been giving her everything. “only daddy, right?”

     “yes, daddy,” she gasped, “only you.”

     “that’s right. that’s why you’re gonna soak this fuckin’ bed, aren’t you? gonna cum for daddy like he wants?”

     “yes, yes, yes, yes...”

     he cut her off with a particularly harsh ram of his cock into her, grinning at the stunned noise it forced out of her and the way it made his dog tags slip off her sticky skin and curl around her own neck. “you better,” he warned, “otherwise, i’m fucking you until i get what i want from this pussy.”

     the moan she let out was so loud and thick, it burned her throat, almost echoing off his hand around it.

     bucky gave her neck a squeeze, listening as her breath grew thinner. “whose is it? whose pussy is this?” to make it that much harder on her, his other hand snuck under her and went straight for her clit.

     a sob wheezed out of her, lungs burning and legs trembling, only thing keeping her up his hold on her. “yours!” she strained, gasping when he loosened his hold on her throat. “it’s yours, daddy, i’m yours, i’m yours, i’m yours...”

     bucky grunted into her shoulder, leaving a searing kiss on her skin and collecting the salt off of it in the process. the sweat between them was getting so hot, dripping off his temples and rushing down his neck from his scalp. he felt it every time a pocket of air was able to form between them and send a chill through both of them.

     “who’s my good girl?” he groaned, using every ounce of self-restraint not to crumble under the tightness of her walls as he forced her further and further into oblivion.

     “i’m your good girl.”

     “so give it to me, baby. give daddy what he wants.”

     she knew what he meant, felt it wanting to burst out of her onto the bed of towels he’d laid, chased off by the mental block of needing to keep a sensation like that from happening outside the appropriate setting. she gripped the duvet so tight her knuckles ached, panting down toward the pillow with a grimace on her face from the pressure.

     bucky felt her stomach seizing against his wrist, pressing his finger to her clit harder before tutting, “good girls don’t fight it.”

     “wait- wait, fuck!” she screamed breathily, gasping as he stilled his hips to a firm halt and pulled his hands away.

     “what? what’s the matter? too much?” to try and calm her ragged breathing, he soothed his hand across her stomach, kissing at the side of her face.

     “i don’t think i can do it.”

     “do what, sweetheart?”

     squeezing her eyes in shame, she whispered, “what you want.”

     “i want a lot of things,” bucky chuckled breathlessly, taking the moment to collect himself, too.

     whimpering in frustration, she pulled the pillow closer to her. “my body is- is, like... not letting me... let go.”

     “it will,” he cooed, “i’ll give it no choice but to let go.”

     that had her eyes rolling back, the pressure of him still buried in her growing harder and harder to ignore. “fuck...”

     kissing the back of her neck, bucky continued soothing at her stomach. “we can stop.”

     “no!” she exclaimed, swallowing to regain her composure. “please, no.”

     bucky’s nostrils flared when she pushed back onto him, as if he could even go any deeper than the home he’d made for himself in her guts.

     her neck strained as she turned it to look at him pleadingly. “i wanna be good for you...”

     he took a deep breath to level his head before kissing her cheek. “you have already been so perfect for me. if we stopped right here, i’d be over the moon.” the little smile that came across her face made his chest ache, so soft and vulnerable, laid bare for him beneath the heat in her eyes. “but you don’t want to stop, do you?”

     “no,” she said quickly, again trying to push herself onto him.

     “trust me?” he hummed.

     maybe it was stupid given the timeframe, but... “yes.”

     his lips left one final kiss to her cheek before trailing to her ear to whisper, “let me fuck it out of you.”

     sliding her hand over to take hold of his metal one, she gave him one final nod. “okay.”

     bucky didn’t waste a second, falling right back into his rough pace and dropping his hand to zero his finger onto her clit, syncing it up with his thrusts. hard and fast and immediately causing them both to moan in relief. hers had puffed into her pillow where her head fell forward, all her focus going to trying to relax enough to let the tight pressure mounting within her again take over.

     “lift your head, baby, you promised you’d scream for me.”

     her free hand scrunched at the pillow to prop her chin up on it, guttural moan ripping out of her the second she did. because she felt it, the small heat that dripped from her, almost indistinguishable from the burn of stimulation against her clit.

     “that’s it, baby, come on.”

     the slight trickle had sent a rush of hopeful depravity through him, goading him to keep at his pace, pushed to up it by the rush against his own clock. maturity had only given him so much more stamina, and it didn’t help that he was already on the verge of blowing as soon as she’d sat down next to him.

     “give it to me,” he grated, groaning along with her at the feel of more leaking out of her on his last thrust. her moans were growing frantic, primal. somewhere during the evening, she’d dropped the slight hitch of practiced performance and lost herself in the undeniable allure of natural pleasure that came from completely handing herself over to him. it made bucky throb within her walls. “soak daddy’s cock like a good little whore.”

     she practically screamed, choking out whatever sound came up through her lungs as she clamped around him and felt herself gush like he’d wanted, spurting onto her own thighs and the towels under them. it was one forceful stream before lighter ones were punched out of her with each of his thrusts. it was hot all over, inside and out, seizing her stomach up almost into a cramp from the force of her orgasm.

     “oh, my god!” she wailed, fist straining around his hand and nearly ripping through the pillow under her chin. “daddy! fu- fuck, fuck... oh, my god, daddy, please!”

     “that’s it,” bucky ground out, listening to his hand cut through her juices as he abused her clit, slick sounds of his cock pounding in and out of her enough to make his balls begin to tighten in anticipation. “let everyone know who you’re cumming for, who’s making you fuckin’ drench this bed... who owns you.”

     “daddy, daddy, daddy, plea- please,” she babbled as he fucked her through the orgasm, barreling her toward overstimulation. “please cum, please cum, please, ple- ah! fuck, please, daddy!”

     her voice grew breathless and desperate, going straight to his cock, making the most sinful of thoughts swarm his brain.

     fuck the fucking condom, and fuck whatever bullshit sense of responsibility made him buy the god damn thing.

     “want it, baby?” he growled into her neck, “you want daddy’s cum deep inside your little pussy? gonna let me fuck you raw and fill you up until you can’t take it anymore next time?”

     “yes! god, please! i want it so ba- so bad, daddy. i’ll do anything, just- ah... please, please...”

     she was nearly gritting her teeth, punch of him into her sweet spot making her begin to see stars at the edge of her vision, feet kicking to try and escape the overstimulation she had no real desire to get away from.

     “fuck, baby, fuck...” a lilt hit bucky’s voice as he began to crack, heavy groan ripping up his throat when his spine went taut with release. he could feel it flooding the condom, a heat surrounding him tightly as he buried himself as deep as he could go inside her. “shit, fuck... that’s it, baby, taking it all. making daddy cum so hard, fuck!”

     “daddy,” she squeaked, shaking under him at the press of him to her deepest point, bordering on painful and making it that much hotter.

     “fuck, sweetheart, taking everything for me...” he began to mumble into her neck, lips pecking between his words as he fought to catch his breath, grinding his last few ropes out of himself. “wanna cum in you so bad, baby...”

     “please...”

     they both were panting heavily, shaking against one another, bucky’s lips almost stuck to her neck from the heat of their skin as he murmured, “i will, i promise.”

     when she started to give out under him, bucky moved to wrap his arm under her waist, pulling them to the side so they wouldn’t collapse on the damp towels.

     “jesus fucking christ,” he blew into the back of her neck, both of them still panting and listening to their hearts thudding in their ears. the extent to which he’d taken his dirty talk caught up with him, a laugh rumbling in his chest as he stroked his fingers along her arm, lips placing kisses to her neck. “you still with me?”

     all she could muster was a soft grunt, hand still fisted in the sheets and legs ever so slightly trembling from exertion.

     “you were amazing,” bucky hummed, “you are amazing.” planting his lips against her skin again, he moved his hand carefully to slide between them, cradling her with his other as he pulled his softening length from her. she whined at the friction, soothing under his hot kisses. “you’re alright.”

     the weight of the condom was familiar to him, didn’t faze him as he moved his hands as far from her as he could to tie it off.

     “oh, my god,” she breathed, starting to shake from laughter as she covered her eyes.

     bucky couldn’t hold in his own chuckle. “not gonna be so funny when all that is inside you.”

     “oh, my god.”

     “i’m kidding,” he hummed, tossing the offending object onto the towels. “sort of.”

     somewhere along the way, she’d caught her breath again, managing to maneuver in his arms and turn to face him, carefully moving his dog tags from where they were still wrapped around her neck. even if facing him really meant tucking her face into his chest.

     bucky laughed breathily at her, wrapping the arm underneath her around her back and reaching to stroke her cheek with his metal knuckles. the affection drew her out from her hiding spot, hooded eyes finding his. he looked over her face, thumb reaching to slide along her bottom lip. “that is some lipstick you’ve got on.”

     she giggled under his touch, shoulder shrugging to try and hide. “it’s a tint, it’s meant to stay on like that.”

     “oh, yeah? think it would last through my birthday?” with a grin and a quirk of his brow, he watched her catch the implication, her eyes rolling playfully. bucky went back to stroking her cheek gently, studying her face for any sign of regret. “was all that alright? too much?”

     “no, no, it was good,” she asserted, “really good.”

     “i didn’t scare you with all that ‘whore’, ‘who owns you?’ stuff, right?”

     twirling one of her fingers through a patch of white hairs between his pecs, she shook her head. “i was not scared. at all. i... liked it.”

     bucky’s grin grew wider, his fingers tucking under her chin to draw her closer to him. “yeah?” he purred, watching her nod shyly. “mm, good.” a gentle peck of their lips, and then he fixed her with a serious look. “really, though... happy birthday, sweetheart. i hope i made up for everything even a little.”

     rubbing at his chest again, she smiled and laughed softly. “you made it perfect.”

     “perfect day... for a perfect girl...”

     his words fell into her mouth, their lips slotting together as she snuck her arms around his neck. bucky tugged her closer, hand leaving her chin to wrap around her elbow and graze up and down the length of her arm. she sighed against him, fingers finding the errant strand of hair that was falling into their eyes and moving to tuck it back behind his ear.

     “i like that,” he hummed, lips never leaving hers.

     “what?”

     he continued to peck at her through his words. “when you play with my hair. you did it earlier, too.”

     to satisfy his words, she ran her fingers through his silvery strands, scratching her nails against his scalp gently. the noise of appreciation he made rumbled on her lips, causing her to smile against his.

     his hand worked its way back up her arm again, squeezing around her shoulder before it slid down to her waist, curling against the fabric of her top.

     sighing contentedly, she eased back from him, eyes fluttering open to find his already locked onto her.

     “so...” she drawled.

     “so...” bucky mimicked playfully, beaming at her. “have the room ’til morning.”

     getting a glint in her eye, she ran her hand up his gray chest again. “can you... well...”

     “excuse me?” he hissed, pinching at her waist and ass with both hands. “i’m in my prime, you little brat. just... gimme half an hour. or so.” the glint turned to laughter, her sock-clad feet rubbing along his shins. “my mouth still works in the meantime, though.”

     staring at him, specifically his mouth, she sputtered out, “i-i think i need half an hour or so, too.”

     bucky laughed, rubbing at her hip in an attempt to apologize for the ache she must feel between them. “want to get room service? take a shower? a nap?”

     “all of the above maybe.”

     “you read my mind,” he groaned, pulling himself up to a sitting position. “need some protein to keep up with you.”

     she giggled again, curling around his waist and listening to him read off the hotel menu, chiming in when she heard something that sounded good.

     as he rattled off their list on the phone, she perked up at the mention of two slices of cake and a candle. turning her chin to look at him, she suddenly found the strength to crawl up onto her hands and knees, their eyes meeting heatedly as she sat herself in his lap. feigning innocence, she watched her own fingers twirl the ball chain around his neck, tugging it just slightly.

     “can i also get a few sets of towels?”

     there was a muffled response on the other end of the phone before he thanked them and set it back in the cradle.

     “what’s this?” he taunted, squinting his eyes at her.

     wiggling her hips to taunt him back, she stared at the gray of his beard, the lines around his eyes and stricken across his forehead. “half hour is up,” she declared.

     “oh, really?” he smirked, already feeling himself stir back to life beneath her ass.

     “mhm.”

     going to set the hotel menu back on the nightstand, he froze when she jumped forward to grab the black box beside her purse, fingers wrapping over it tightly before tossing it onto the floor. bucky quirked a brow at her, amused smile on his lips as he held up the paper in his hand and waved it back and forth.

     “oh.”

     “yeah,” he snorted, “oh.” with careful precision, he set the menu down and turned back to her, sitting forward and grabbing her chin in his hand to breathe against her ear, “on your stomach.”

     eagerly, she did so, climbing off of him to grab at her pillow of choice and tuck it beneath her hips as she splayed herself prone for him.

     bucky crawled over her, leaning down to nip at her neck and kiss away the sting. “let’s hope those towels come fast, sweetheart.”