Oleander - Bucky BarnesxOC

CHAPTER FIFTEEN: NOWHERE TO RUN

A/N: I put the chapter banner in a different place because Wattpad wouldn't let me put it where it normally is, for some reason? I have no idea what's going on with this website.

Originally, there was going to be an in-person Walker confrontation, but I figured I would save that. Don't worry, he's getting what's coming to him. There's a little Andrew Scott Moriarty dialogue line/reference in this chapter.

Here's the Stray Cats song used in one particular scene in advance. You're gonna need to listen to ASAP it if you haven't heard it before. It's important for context: https://open.spotify.com/track/2SknHmwY6GiOv6aK7YRahd?si=ba84c27007cc420b

CW: Smut, daddy kink, spanking, use of vibrators, dirty talk - god, this chapter is fucking filthy and bloody lmao I need Jesus. There is also stabbing, gun violence, spitting, regular (?) violence, descriptions of blood and broken bones, aaaaaaand tooth-rotting fluff.

"Thea, is there going to be smut every chapter?" MAYBE. IS THAT A CRIME? I don't think so. Anyway, enjoy! 😏

They lay in the bed of his penthouse, wrapped in each other's arms. Her wild curly hair is splayed out all over the pillow and James buries his face in it, smiling as he kisses her cheek. She giggles, her voice still low and thick with sleep. It's the best sound in the world.

"You're amazing," she whispers, her warm brown eyes glittering in the morning light that spills through the curtain. "This is perfect."

"Even after we fought?"

"People fight, James. It's normal." She rolls onto her side and strokes his face, giggling softly. "You're so fucking pretty."

"I'm supposed to be saying that to you."

She blushes. She's so pretty when she gets flustered. He makes it a point to get her worked up just so he can watch her pupils dilate and the blood rush to her cheeks.

"Thank you for apologizing to T'Challa last night."

He kisses her.

"Of course. Like I said, I was an asshole. I take full responsibility for that."

She nods.

"What did you say to him?"

"I told him the truth, that I was rude and it was disrespectful. He said it was understandable, and that you were absolutely gorgeous."

"I'm surprised that didn't upset you."

"Well, it can't upset me if it's the cold, hard truth, peach."

She strokes his cheek and kisses him softly. James sighs softly and opens his mouth as she flicks his bottom lip with her tongue. Dahlia giggles and rolls on top of him, breaking the kiss. She hikes up the t-shirt she slept in and pulls it up over her head, tossing it onto the floor as she begins to grind her hips against his hardness. James whines, his eyes rolling back. She giggles as she rakes her fingernails down his bare chest.

"I can't keep my hands off of you," she whines.

He smirks.

"I don't mind, peach."

She's already wet, desperate for him. Dahlia grabs the base of his cock and eases herself onto him slowly, her head rolling back. James puts one arm behind his head, propping himself up a little so that he can watch her ride him with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. She's in ecstasy as her beautiful pale pink fingernails dig into his chest a little more.

"Fuck," she whines, her hips rolling back and forth.

"You're fucking gorgeous, Dahlia."

Another whimper. She loves praise, almost as much as she loves pain.