Marvel imagines

Dangerous Desire pt. 2

Summary: Part 2 of the previous piece and basically just smut.

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Bucky likes being in control. He loves taking control. He might not be the best leader but after all those years with the absence of freedom suffocating him, he likes to be in control of every situation he finds himself in.  

Even now, he holds me tight and directs me to make every move. His grip on my hips is firm and both hands are making sure that I don't leave his lap. He got me right where he wants me, vulnerable and eager. If he wants something, he simply takes it and God, that does that do things to me. My hips are grinding against him of their volition at this point. 

My chest presses against his torso as I move, causing my naked breasts, my sensitive nipples, to graze his hard torso as well. They're already hard but every time I grind against his thigh, the contact makes me shiver. It's just another part of me that's connected to him, another power line channeling tingling electricity through my body.  

The grip I have on his broad shoulders gets tighter and small crescent moons are starting to appear on his skin as I get closer to cumming. I already came once and it left my clit swollen and sensitive to the touch, causing me to feel another orgasm creeping up on me already. It doesn't take much, just Bucky lifting his thigh slightly and biting into my neck, for me to fall apart all over again. My head rests against his shoulder as I press against him even harder when my back arches and my entire body shudders at once.  

His hand comes to rest on the back of my head as he strokes my hair slowly. "That's it, good girl." He places his hands on my cheeks and looks into my eyes before pressing his lips onto my forehead. "I'm not done with you just yet, my sweet girl."  

Just as he had made me fall apart, he truly intends on putting me back together a second time just to ruin me again. I can see it in his eyes, they're dark and filled with lustful tones swirling around dilated pupils. Nothing but naughty intentions can be detected in them.

He takes his shirt off and I'm once again filled with greedy energy and hunger. My lips fall upon his and I'm finally able to taste him again, to taste the debris of my own flavor on his tongue. Feverish hands move over his chest as his tongue finds its way into my mouth. Once again, he takes control and I groan at his harsh ways.  

He's addictive in all ways possible. I can't get enough of the way his skin feels against mine, the way he tastes when he kisses me, or the way he makes me feel when he holds me like this. He could be in full control of my body and I would still feel safe. His mere presence takes me to another world filled with immaculate colors and warmth that makes my head spin. I don't ever want to leave the intoxicated state he puts me in every time he touches me.

My lips move across his in a sloppy and greedy manner until they continue down his jaw and neck. His head falls back as my teeth sink into his skin, tasting and exploring. His chest moves quicker under my hands and it emboldens my journey further. His skin is slightly flushed and I can feel the heat as I keep nibbling and sucking spots across his collarbones and chest. I'm creating a map across his torso, forging sensitive, purple marks that I soothe with my tongue before biting into them again. A moan slips from his lips when I leave my last, bruised spot.  

As I sit back and admire my work, I'm impressed by what I've created. I've claimed him as my own. My hand moves over the marks unconsciously admits my wonder. "Beautiful." 

He smiles at me and eyes me through hooded lids. "Naughty girl." 

My hand keeps trailing downwards until they reach the zipper on his pants. I get his pants off at record speed and his underwear follows suit. His cock is freed from its troublesome restraints and it's already hard, not fully but almost. Just as I move down his body to appreciate him as he had me, he grabs my wrist gently to stop me. 

"I need to be inside you, doll. I need to feel you around me. Need it so badly." He almost pleads whilst keeping a domineering tone and how could I refuse that? 

I move to straddle him as I had before, except this time there's nothing between us except for delicious friction. I sink down on him and watch as his expression changes immediately from an anticipating one to a desperate one. His eyes flutter shut only for a quick moment.

For a while I stay still, to adjust to his size but also to appreciate what I had done to him. His hair is a mess, his eyes are exuding desire and his breathing is heavy and frequently interrupted by low grunts.  He's a complete mess, just like me.

The sensitive heat twitches around him as I start moving. Clamping and almost inviting him in every time I go back down. His hands fall to my hips and his fingers dig into my skin. He helps me move against him and lets his gaze stay upon my face. Studying and admiring.  

"Just like that, doll. You're doing so good."  

The pace is not too slow and not too fast, just perfectly intimate. I rest my forehead on his shoulder when I feel myself getting closer. The pleasure is slowly spreading through my body, causing me to lose myself once more. My muscles tense and move without any real permission on my part. I bite into his shoulder as the elation reaches my core and explodes through all parts of my body.  

"There you go, my sweet girl. Give it all to me." 

Bucky strokes my hair as I restore my breathing for a quick moment. It's affectionate enough to make me smile and blush slightly.

Then he doesn't waste any more time before flipping us over and entering me once more with the intention to cum himself. He lifts my leg over his shoulder, creating a better angle for us both. He doesn't hold back, no, he builds it up until he's practically slamming into me.  

I start kissing along his scars that follow the attachment of his metal arm. His breath hitches at the first contact but soon he eases into my light touches. Just a couple more strokes and he is spilling hot liquid into my hot womb. He follows up with some more sloppy thrusts before he goes limp and covers my body with his. His warm body melts together with my own and I can feel his breath against my neck, providing even more heat.  

Eventually, he realizes that I might be getting crushed under him and rolls off me. Instead he lies beside me, his arm brushing against mine.

"I did not expect this to happen when I woke up this morning," he says suddenly, sounding tired but elated nevertheless. 

"Me neither." 

He turns his head to look at me and I do the same when I feel his gaze on me. 

"I hope you know that I would like to do this again. If that's okay with you." 

I chuckle at his sudden hesitance. "I would love that." 

A cheerful grin decorates his face as he pulls me closer and holds me tight.  

I lift my head to look at him. "Will you stay here tonight?"

"Now that I finally have you, I will never let you go." 

I know he's afraid he'll hurt me but the only way he could ever do that is if he were to leave me. But he just promised he would never let me go and with a promise like that, all my doubts are shattered. I see that look in his eyes when he looks at me and I know he'll make me happy, more so than anything else. 

A day ago we were close friends, a year ago we barely knew each other. But know we lie next to each other, hearts swelling with love.

We just meet people all the time. Some of them end up being a huge part of our life and that's fucked up. Sometimes, in the absolute best way.

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Which prompt should I base my next part on?:

- Drunken confession

- He's leaving for good this time

- Everything about her was a lie but he had always loved mysteries