"What favor did you ask of the Wakandans?"
My voice broke the silence between us in the small room we had been given. It's surprising that the Wakandans were letting us stay a night to fulfill whatever it was he had requested. Especially after freeing Zemo. It only occurred to me now that I had never cleared my name from the UN bombing. They threw me in jail instead.
"A new suit for Captain America," Bucky responded, taking off his jacket.
"Then why'd you have to whisper it?"
He turned back to me, "That's a secret you'll find out later-" his brows furrowed in a wince, his flesh hand moving to cover his metal arm.
My eyes widened, standing and walking over. "What's wrong? What hurts?"
He attempted to flinch away from me, but no weight could be put against the arm. My lips pressed in a thin line, my hand moving to his lower back to guide him to the bed.
"The electricity made it malfunction, didn't it?" I whispered, pushing the sleeve of his shirt up just enough to press the buttons to disengage his arm.
"Don't... Don't detach it. Please?" he whispered, "I don't know, it'll resolve itself. Plus I doubt anything is wrong with it internally."
"Let me help you, Bucky... It's not healthy if we don't see what's wrong."
His gaze shifted downward. I could tell by his expression that he was more scared than anything. Did it fear him that much to be so vulnerable?
"Do I have your permission, Buck?" I asked, my index finger hovering over the button.
He hesitated, "Go ahead..."
I nodded and gently pressed down on the button, the vibranium dimming and falling into my hands as the fingers fell open from their clenched fist. All that was left on Bucky's shoulder was a dim gold rim with dark gray accents. Bucky didn't move to look at his arm as I brought it over to the desk beside the closet.
"We should take this to the Wakandans too... Some wires are disconnected, others are burnt to a crisp..." I acknowledged upon lifting the metal plate on the elbow.
"They won't fix it. Hell, I've already asked enough from them as it is..." Bucky responded, moving to grab the metal off of the table. I stopped him, placing a hand over the back of his.
"Honey... You have to stop being so headstrong nowadays..." I gently pushed him back on the bed. "Take a breather now will you? Let me take care of you."
"The hell do you mean take care of me-" He was cut off when I was crawled into his lap, my legs straddling his waist as my hands gently ran down his chest. "Oh..."
"Oh? You're surprised? I had to give you something... it feels like it's been weeks since we've done anything together, my love." I whispered.
Bucky's flesh hand gripped the sheets as he gazed at his metal arm resting on the desk, "But- I won't be able to do much without-"
I pressed a finger to his lips, "Shh..."
He immediately quieted down when I told him to, staring up at me. "Then... If you want to be in charge, you can do whatever you'd like to me."
I smiled, gripping the hem of my shirt and slipping it off with ease. "That's the spirit, Sergeant."
Bucky's eyes widened when I mentioned his formal title, taking his lip between his teeth as he tilted his head back. "Oh come on... Don't say that..." he breathed.
I was about to respond when I shifted in his lap, feeling a bulge rub against my pants. A soft smirk tugged at my lips, "Something's telling me that you like when I call you that."
I leaned down, my hands reaching behind my back and unclasping my bra, letting the fabric fall off of my chest as my lips connected with his. I cupped his cheek gently, my fingers walking down his stomach to the hem of his shirt. I slid my hand under the fabric, caressing the taut muscles under my palm in slow, steady movements.
My gaze wandered back to his shoulder where his arm was supposed to be attached. I couldn't help but frown a bit. "I'm so sorry for what happened to you, Bucky..."
Bucky furrowed his brows, shocked I would say such a solemn thing in the middle of something intimate. "It's fine... All that matters is that I'm here with you now."
My frown slowly curled into a grin as I slowly slid off of him, my hand sliding over his groin gently as I grabbed his metal arm off the table. "Wouldn't you just love to choke me out with this?"
His eyes widened at my words, reaching out with his flesh hand and grabbing the metal. He brought it to his shoulder, the mechanism whining as it clicked back into place. the vibranium fingers wrapped around my throat, my body being thrown forward into a pair of lips.
Normally, I would try to retaliate and take over, but this was a moment that was too good to let go of. My hand moved to the back of his neck, my lips parting as his tongue slid into my mouth. My fingers tangled in the ends of his brown hair, tugging on it gently as he pushed us both over. I fell on my back, my arms on either side of my head down with his fingers wrapped tightly around the skin.
He stared down at me. His icy eyes pierced into mine as if they were daggers drawn from sheer glaciers. A look that I had never seen before. Or had I?
His hands were quick to work on my shirt, tugging it off with impressive speed. His metal hand moved to the groove in my back, pulling me close so he could kiss and mark all over my chest. A small grin spread across my lips. He was cute when he was so eager. His fingers crept up my skin, tangling in my bra strap before unclasping it successfully, allowing for my breasts to fall loose in front of his eyes.
His breath hitched in his throat. It had to only have been not long ago that we had any intimate moments. Why was he so surprised now?
I clearly didn't have time to think before his impatient hands moved to his own shirt, pulling it off to reveal a chiseled, but scarred chest. A sight that I could see thousands of times over but, would never get enough of. My hand grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him down into my breasts. His lips were quick to suction onto my skin, making dar hickeys all over my chest as sinful and quiet moans leaked from my throat.
As moments passed, the rougher he got with me. His hands grabbed at my waist, finding the zipper to my jeans and tugging it down before doing the same to my pants altogether. Cold air hit my skin immediately, making my eyes shut tight.
However, my hand managed to find the bulge in his pants not too long after. A moment of kissing really does things to a man. My palm pressed against it, rubbing in slow circles as my hooded eyes flickered to meet his. A groan left his lips, pulling my pants off all the way to leave me in nothing but the thin fabric of my panties.
He couldn't continue as I made my movements rougher, my fingers finding his belt and unbuckling it hastily. I was starting to match his impatience. A whine left my lips, feeling my core begin to ache silently as my thighs shifted together. Any friction was good, but I couldn't find much when I found myself whining.
I gripped the waistline of his boxers, tugging them down to reveal his cock. My breath hitched, my lower lip clenching between my teeth. The aching in my core grew louder, my thighs rubbing together to create any type of friction that would subside it.
Bucky noticed before I could conceal myself. He took the opportunity to press two fingers to my folds, just beneath the thin fabric, now soaked from arousal. He practically tore the panties off of my body, leaving me exposed.
"You want this so bad, don't you? Because your pretty little pussy is just begging for it." He whispered in my ear, his metal fingers gently tucking a strand of hair behind it.
I gritted my teeth together to prevent another moan from leaving me, thus taking away my ability to form coherent words. He groaned under his breath, his fingers sliding through my soaked folds. My eyes widened, a loud moan erupting from my throat before I slapped a hand over my mouth.
He grinned wickedly, "Thought so..."
My core was throbbing now, aching and anticipating the pleasure it desired. My hips started grinding against his fingers, desperate for friction. For anything that could release the pressure already building in the pit of my stomach.
"Bucky- Please-" I managed to pant out, followed by another moan.
He never broke eye contact, not even for a second. "Not yet."
His fingers traced slow circles around my clit, my hands balling into fists with the sheets against my palms. My legs spread apart for better access, my inner thighs wet from my own arousal. Bucky pushed his fingers into me completely, striking my sweet spot almost automatically as I let out a lustful moan. Involuntarily, I clenched around his fingers as he made slow movements, his eyes narrowing as if he were in thought.
While he was occupied, I managed to reach out. My thumb flicked over his tip gently before my slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, moving slowly at first before the privilege was ruthlessly stolen from me when his unoccupied hand grabbed my wrist.
"You know better than that," he whispered.
Bucky's metal hand encased both of my wrists, pinning them above my head so my movement was restricted. His fingers curled, my walls adjusting to the new sensation as an even louder moan of pleasure was broken in the silence.
A small smirk formed on his lips before he slid his fingers out, my core aching for more when its space was no longer occupied. He licked the fluid off of his fingers, looking down at his cock before back into my eyes.
"Mhh... Well isn't this a pretty sight..." he growled under his breath, kissing down my neck slowly to make small hickeys along the skin.
His tip rubbed against my outer folds, making the euphoric feeling even more real, and my legs tremble in bursting anticipation.
"Bucky... please..." I whined under my breath, "Just give me you- all of you..."
His head lifted to look into my eyes. He had the remnants of his smirk still against his lips, his eyes now filled with lust every time he took a look at my exposed body. The waiting was so painful, especially from the screaming requests my body was giving me to do something about my arousal. But all I could do was stare, waiting for that moment to come.
My eyes went wide when he suddenly pushed all of himself into me. A scream left my lips, my walls having to accommodate him more than usual. My head fell back against the pillows, tears of pleasure pricking the corners of my eyes as I stared at the ceiling.
He didn't have any mercy when it came to this. His movements were fast, hard, and deep. Every time I could feel his tip strike my sweet spot, allowing foul moans to escape me as I attempted not to let the entirety of Wakanda know the White Wolf wasn't so... pure.
My hands found his back, my fingers tracing the muscles etched in his figure. I managed to maintain eye contact the entire time, though every movement was making my core ache more and more for release. My nails dug into his skin, scratching into it as I felt my walls throbbing by this point. A deep groan came from Bucky's lips when he felt the pain in his back, looking over his shoulder at my hands before back down at me.
"Don't you think I have enough scars already, sweetheart?" He whispered in my ear. The feeling o his warm breath against my skin was making it even harder to hold back.
I parted my lips, but no words could be formed. Only a string of slurred curses and moans as his movements grew sloppier. Deep aching pain was now resonating throughout my lower stomach and core, my folds already dripping from the pleasure as I found myself closer to release.
"I-I'm- close..." I finally managed to get out, my nails still dug into his back as I stared into his eyes for confirmation.
He took a moment of thought before he rose a brow. "Since you've been such a good girl... I don't see why you can't have a nice release..." a seductive tone was decorating his words, one that made butterflies go wild in my stomach, and my walls clench around him.
My arms wrapped around his back all the way as I buried my face in his chest. Sweat dripped down my forehead as I felt the pulse of his throbbing cock inside of me, y core screaming at me for release. And so... I delivered.
I reached my orgasm not too long after, my arms falling limp around his body as I fell backward. Fluid leaked onto his shaft. My chest rose and fell in quick motions, my pants were heavy and lust-filled as I still maintained eye contact.
Not too long after did Bucky reach his orgasm as well, letting out a loud moan of pleasure as his warmth spread inside of me. Goosebumps rose on my skin, his hot breath against my chest soon fading once he fell to the side.
His hands slinked down my arm, his fingers wrapping around mine. We were left in nothing but silence and our heavy breathing. The room felt hot but, I couldn't stand the shivers rocketing down my spine. I turned over, my body laying against his as my arms found their way around his figure again.
"You did well, doll..." Bucky whispered in my ear, tucking a strand of disheveled hair behind it. I could hear the faint Brooklyn accent behind his tone, a little something I was so fond of in times like these.
A soft murmur of response escaped my throat, "Thank you..." I couldn't help but giggle lazily against his skin, "I still need to see to it that your arm gets fixed..."
He scoffed, "I know... I know... I promise that now you'll get to fix it."