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Step 11

<A/N> Hi guys, I am stressed out and I am trying my best to be on time with my updates. I love this story and I hope you do too. Your comments make me so happy.  I made a tik tok for my Fan fictions the same name as it is on here so go over there and drop a follow! The song for this chapter is "Play Date" by Melanie Martinez.

ALSO IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 (I know I can't stop you from reading but my stories aren't for you.) PLEASE KNOW THIS IS NOT A HEALTHY RELATIONSHIP IT'S JUST FOR FUN! All men is trash. **TW:**Masturbation, death, some light emotional abuse, heavy hate sex, light physical abuse. Kinda orgasm denial but not really idk?

When Bucky comes down the stairs the second time I imagine the song "Working Man's Town" by Kid Kapichi playing.

"Honey, I'm home," Bucky called through the house as he opened the door. He was met with no response. Much like his life for the past week, this house was cold and empty. He placed his briefcase on the ground next to the door as he started pulling his tie loose. He ran his fingers through his hair he had made a habit of pushing it straight back. Now with it so much shorter and full of pomade his fingers came back sticky and slightly grimy.

Walking across the hardwoods the heel of his dress shoes tapped on the floor. He wasn't comfortable here yet and given his housemate he wasn't sure he would be. He started climbing the stairs when he heard her raspy voice from the couch.

"Hard day at work, dear?"

"You try sitting in that truck for 8 hours and tell me you're having a good time."

"I'm far too busy here, dinner is almost ready." She gave him a smirk as he looked over her head to see the completely empty kitchen.

"I can make us something but I need to shower first. I hate feeling like-"

"Like you're living in the 40's?" He ignored her and strode up the stairs annoyed by her comment.

Bucky and Nat had a complicated relationship. Sure, she was a spy and he was a brainwashed super-soldier who broke good. Outside of that though it hadn't been a walk in the park. They were both very attracted to one another but after years of training and learning how to manipulate your emotions with a mixture of a semi-stable 100-year-old man you get yourself one hell of a party. A lust-filled short-lived party, but a party none the less.

Once he was in his room he grabbed some lounge clothes from the dresser. It had been a while since he packed his go-bag so they had been sitting a while. The fabric had a stale smell to them which just made him feel further away from home. Further from you.

He sat on the edge of his bed as he began untying his shoes. Slipping them off one at a time and then placing them just under the bed with the heels facing out. He had long shed his blue suit jacket and continued yanking on his tie until it was long enough to side up to his neck and around his head. He peeled off his white button-down before removing his belt, as he held the leather in his hands he popped sides together and couldn't help but think of how pretty you would look with it clasped around your neck.

Making his way across the hall he flips on the light to the bathroom before closing and locking the door. He bent to turn the water letting it warm up. Stripping himself of his suit pants and undershirt he caught a glimpse of himself  in the mirror. He noticed the fading bite mark below his collarbone. You had a habit of biting him there when he was moving on top of you, in the moment he hardly seems to notice it but at that moment 'the slightly pink flesh is making his head spin.

He could see your face, hear your moans, remember the way your body felt. It pushed his urges further, he made his way to the shower removing his briefs and stepping into the tub. His cock was already hard and he couldn't help but stroke himself slowly twitching at the touch. He stood with his metal arm propped above his head on the tile as he fucked his hand water cascading over his head and tricked down his body. He let out soft sweet grunts as the pleasure flowed through him down to his toes. He had missed you, even after only a few days of being with you he had begun to like the idea of having you around. He let himself blame it on the lust on how good he felt when he was burying his cock deep inside of you, deep down he knew it was more than sex but he wasn't ready to let himself think about that.