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Bucky Barnes - Faking an Orgasm (Smut)

I didn't have to turn to feel his searing heat upon my back as we entered the house. This was a new kind of anger with its own set of consequences. I opened the door to our bedroom and walked to the window looking out into the gray sky and as if on cue the rain pelted heavily against the window as the lightning cracked into the now darkened sky, which matched Bucky's current mood. He didn't say anything, he dropped his bag on the chair and unzipped it, unpacking its contents loudly as he observed me silently, which meant he had something on his mind.

"Are you going to tell me what I did wrong?" I asked turning to face him. "Or will I have to guess?" My words having more bite than I intended.

The dull ache in Bucky's temple came forth with a burning vengeance. "You faked an orgasm."

The air left my lungs and my knees weakened as he uttered those four words. I inhaled deeply trying to steady myself, but the tremor went deep to the bone.

"Oh my God," I repeated to myself silently. He knows, how does he know? Did the ladies tell him? No, they wouldn't.

"You were spying on me?" I stated. I knew that he wasn't but I didn't know what else to say.

After we debriefed the men went to the weight room to unwind and the ladies and I went to the steam room to decompress. Wanda and Nat were talking about past relationships and the lengths they went to feed the male ego and the subject of faking an orgasm came up.

His anger broiled. "How many did you fake?"

"You are being ridiculous." I deflected.

"Don't you dare." He replied. "I'm not playing this game with you."

"It's not a game. You won't believe what I say, so why try to explain?"

"What we do in our bedroom is between you and I, Doll, not you, I and the whole damn team."

"I know." I answered trying to defuse his anger.

"Then why would you fucking tell them about our sex life?" He shouted as his anger found another spark.

He never cursed at me, this was new. My inner goddess slipped her headphones over her ears and began to file her nails. She wasn't having any parts of this argument.

"It wasn't like that, you are making this into something that it's not."

"How many did you fake?" He asked as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.

"James, please."

"How many?"

"One. It was only once."

"When?"

"Does it matter?"

"When?" He repeated rubbing his eyes.

"Wakanda." I answered, watching as his mind flashed back to that night.

We've been in Wakanda for a few weeks training alongside T'Challa's team from sunrise to sunset. Into the third week, the training started to take its toll on my body, unlike Bucky and the rest of the team who thrived off of the exhaustion that seems to roll off their muscular backs like sweat, I was the opposite.

By the time we showered and went to bed, all I wanted to do was sleep and rest my achy limbs, but Bucky wanted more than I could physically give him, I should've said I was too tired or that I'm not in the mood, but I didn't, I opened my legs and felt his steel as he overpowered me, but I couldn't get there and I knew the only way out was to fake an orgasm. Sleep was more important then, than his male ego.

"I'm sorry." I croaked as my thoughts reeled through my head.

"Sorry? That's all you have to say?" He exhaled loudly, signaling that he was completely done with this conversation.

"I don't know what else you want me to say. I should've told you I was too tired, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings."

He scoffs. "My feelings? Did you take my feelings into consideration when you told Wanda and Natasha that I couldn't satisfy you, so you had to fake it."

"You're putting words in my mouth. I never said you didn't satisfy me because you do in every way and I'm sorry. If I could go back I wouldn't have said anything, but I can't." I paused, "please."

The energy shifted in the room from anger to lust then mingling together in a thick sexual fog that was unadulterated good lust. He pulled his shirt over his head and undid his jeans.

"What are you doing?" I asked watching the angry and sexy striptease.

He steps out of his jeans and boxers and strides towards me in one swift movement, words were obsolete, he reaches for me sweeping the dress over my head. My chest heaves as his fingers brushed against my nipples that pebbled, the fire between us was undeniable as our lips met.

Without warning, he enters me, filling me to the hilt in one swift movement. He pulls my legs towards him, so that they fell on the sides of the pillow, giving him full control. He grips my waist and slams into me repeatedly, holding me in place as he delved deeply and deliciously into my epicenter. I grabbed hold of his knee as he unleashed his wrath upon me like the unyielding winds of a hurricane.

I screamed out, "James! I'm coming, oh God!"

He rolls me onto my back, "Are you lying to me?" He asked as his knee pried my legs apart, delving into me with one sweet, aching and smooth stroke and then another, and another, deeper than the previous. "Are you faking it?"

"No, please!" I pleaded, but he was deaf to all pleas, cries, and moans. I don't know at what point I lost myself in the multiple orgasms that rippled throughout what was left of my shattered psyche, but I no longer knew myself. I was nothing but dead weight in his hands.

And all because I faked an orgasm.

(I forgot to publish this but I made it was my 2nd chapter. Somehow wattpad deleted it and so now it's probably rubbish. Sorry if it's bad.)