Soft Robotics ✧ Bucky Barnes

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He rocked my hips for me, moving me easily, his thigh pressed into me. I gasped, and clung tighter onto his shoulders for support as he started a harsh rhythm.

Then I was taking it freely again on my own, and his grip on me loosened, resting. He was leaned comfortably against the couch, watching me. I scrunched my eyes closed and dug my fingers desperately into his shoulders as I leaned forward.

"You can be loud, babydoll, no one can hear," he said, nonchalant.

"I missed you so bad," I told him, strained, whimpering. I was dying to come, cries becoming louder despite the fact that I'd barely processed what he'd said.

"I missed you too," he said fondly, not matching my energy.

"I wanna come, Daddy, I'm so close," I whined. I felt like I needed more of him.

"What do you want me to do, baby?" he asked, but I felt his metal hand leave my hip and his thumb pressed against my lips. I took it into my mouth, not answering, moans muffled around it.

"Feels like you wanted something," he continued lazily. "Did you wanna hear what a good little girl you are? That's usually what you wanna hear, right?"

I nodded quickly. I was right there.

"Or are you waiting on my permission? Is that what you want? You gotta get permission before you get to come?"

I nodded again. There was pain shooting through the fingers of my right hand as I gripped his metal shoulder too hard.

"See, the problem is you can't ask for it right now."

I tried to get out a "please," but it barely sounded like the word.

"So that means if you come right now, I'm gonna have to spank you."

That did it.

It pulsed through me, like the pressure of his jeans against my clit had spread through my whole body. My grip on him tightened more than ever, and then slackened. I opened my eyes to see him watching me intently. I opened my mouth to pant, and he took his thumb out, wiping my spit onto my cheek.

"Alright, flip over," he said.

I did, readily, burying my face into my arms on the cushion, my ass up over his lap.

"You gotta understand I'm teaching you something," he said, big, warm right hand sprawling over the back of my thigh, running up to grab a handful of my ass. "'Cause you can't keep acting up."

I whimpered with pleasure just at that phrase, feet shifting together impatiently.

"But you gotta tell me if it's too hard, too, babydoll," he said in a different, not serious tone. His metal hand tangled into my hair, guiding my head up out of my arms so I could answer. "Yes? Tell me if it's too hard. I'm gonna know if you like it because you're gonna tell me like this where I can hear you easy."

"Mhm," I said. I propped my head up, but he kept his grip in my hair as his other hand came down on my ass. I let out a little squeak, and then made a pleased noise, squirming my thighs together. "Harder."

"What was that?" he asked. I cried out again with another, harder sting. "Didn't sound like 'please hit me harder, Daddy'?"

"Please hit me harder, Daddy," I repeated, even as he hit me again anyway, mid-sentence.

"Keep your legs still," he said, and I whined, straightening them, struggling not to chase any friction.

Another crack, loud. "That was really hard, Grace, is that okay?" he said, rubbing over the place he'd hit.

"Feels so good," I reassured him.

"And you're taking it so good," he said—then another. "'Cause that hurts, doesn't it?"

"Mhm," I said, and it flowed into a squeal when he hit me again.

"But you like that, huh?"

"Mhm—"

"I knew you would," he said, breathing a laugh. "Sit back up and get my cock out. I want you to ride me."

I did what he told me, straddling his lap, kissing him again as he let me fumble with his belt and feel clumsily for the button of his jeans.

I didn't waste much time after that, breaking apart from this kiss to position myself on his cock, sinking down onto it. It was satisfying to finally hear him groan, dropping the nonchalance.

"Fuck, I missed your little pussy," he said, leaning his head back against the couch, closing his eyes, holding me still, fully inside me.

I moved my hands to his jaw, stroking his face with my thumbs. I kissed him gently, lingering until he lifted my hips back up and sank me back down. He sat up again, and I was breathing the air from his mouth, exhaling it back to him, shaky, hitching each time I felt his entire length.

"'S really deep like this," I told him blissfully.

"I know," he choked out. "Can you take it hard?"

I nodded eagerly, and he slammed me down onto his cock, electricity coursing through me, and his pace sped up, shock after shock.

"I love you," he was saying. "Fuck—I love you. Tell me you're mine. Tell me you love me."

"I'm yours," I breathed out. "I love you."

That did it for him.

A/N: lol at the fact that Bucky was barely jealous of Colin bc he knew Grace wasn't gonna stay with him but he is extremely jealous of Sam because deep down he respects Sam and thinks he'd be good for Grace..... there are so many layers of love beneath their bickering💖💖💖💖💖💖