Eye contact with your boy is essential in the stages of dominance
Control: Set rules, define limits, force your boy to follow your orders and always respond with a loud and clear "thank you, sir". Maintain firm and strong eye contact to gain his trust
Punishment: Discipline your boy. Restrain him and gag him. Test his limits. Make him understand that you know the best way to discipline him and that he should be grateful for being punished. Maintain merciless eye contact to gain his obedience
Reward: Show your boy how pleased you are with his obedience. Dump your load on him, kiss him, cuddle him and take care of him. Make him understand that he will only be rewarded if he respects and obeys you properly. Make him thank you and ask for more. Maintain pleasant eye contact to earn his gratitude
**Read part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4 first for the full effect.**
Summary: As the night drags on, Bucky continues helping you through the peak activity of the chemical compound that you were both exposed to.
Warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral sex, profanity, sex pollen (dubcon), near-somnophilia, dry humping, praise, possessive!Bucky, use of y/n, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for helping with the warnings <3
Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires more warnings.
Word Count: 3.6k
Author's Note: I'm living for y'alls reactions to this series over the last few days. Thank you all SOOO much for the continued support and unbelievably kind words. I hope this part does something for you all, hehe. Also, I apologize for any errors you may find. I only proofread it once and I kinda half-assed it. I hate proofreading my own work.
After sleeping the longest stretch so far tonight, you wake up at 2 am with excessively sore legs and a dire need to pee. You debate for a moment whether or not itâs smart to get up, taking into account how unstable you feel as soon as you push the covers back and seat yourself on the edge of the bed. Youâre beginning to realize that maybe 75% of your pain and soreness is from the chemical thatâs still working in your system, while the other 25% is from having sex with a super soldier. You peek over your shoulder at the man who lays on the other side of the bed, sleeping soundly with his lips parted the tiniest bit. Something stirs deep in the pit of your stomach when you look at him. Thatâs new. You brush it off as being another onslaught of arousal that youâre going to be experiencing against your will. You lean over and retrieve your panties from the floor, sliding them up your legs silently. Youâre sure that theyâll just end up right back on the floor, but with two loads of cum having been thoroughly fucked into you in the last few hours, you donât want to risk anything dripping down your leg on your trek to the bathroom.
           You move slowly, pushing yourself up to a standing position and steadying yourself with a hand on the bedside table before making your way to the door. As you reach the threshold, the pain in your legs intensifies to a much less bearable level and you freeze, your right hand raising up to grip the door frame for support. You just need to make it ten feet down the hall and into the bathroom and youâll be fine. Of course, itâs not going to go that easily for you. Has anything gone according to plan tonight? No. You hear Bucky stir behind you, the covers rustling as he awakes.
           âWhere are you going?â His sleepy voice tugs at you, making you look over your shoulder again. Heâs propped up on one elbow now, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and then narrowing them in your direction.
           âI have to pee. I didnât mean to wake you.â You whisper. Why are you whispering? Youâre the only two people in this house and youâre both awake now. Maybe itâs the darkness of the house making you feel like itâs supposed to be quiet hours.
           âWhy are you holding onto the door frame?â He questions. It takes him less than two seconds to figure out the scene in front of him. He doesnât know why you have to be so stubborn and insistent on doing shit yourself all the time. Youâre no different in the field. Before you can answer him, heâs climbing out of bed and slipping his boxers back on. You close your eyes and sigh, not even needing to look back to know what heâs doing. Suddenly, you feel the warmth radiating off of his body behind you, then his flesh hand lands on your lower back.
           âIâm not completely useless, James.â You mutter, letting go of the door frame and taking a step forward. The pain in your thighs makes you feel as though your legs might give out with just that one step. You suck in a harsh breath and freeze for a second time.
           âRight.â If you werenât so focused on keeping your balance and fighting back tears of agony, youâd have already shoved him away from you. He keeps his hand on your lower back, not daring to scoop you up and carry you to the bathroom like he wants to. Instead, he lets you move at your own pace down the hall. As slow as a fucking turtle. James. Youâve never called him that before. Maybe putting his dog tags around your neck reminded you that heâs called things other than just Bucky, or Barnes, or ass. He takes that as you being one step closer to giving him what he wants most tonight.
           Once you finally reach the bathroom door, he lets you step inside alone. But as soon as you move to shut the door between the two of you, he stops it with his vibranium hand.
           âThe door stays open.â His tone is no different than the one that you hear him use so often in the field, the one that he uses when he thinks he can give you orders like the sergeant he is. Itâs never worked on you before and it sure as hell wonât now.
           âIâm not letting you watch me pee.â You argue, trying to push the door closed again. Your efforts are fruitless, no match for his strength and his determination to keep the door open.
           âDonât flatter yourself, I donât want to watch. Iâm going to stand out here and wait, but I donât feel like busting down the damn door if you fall.â You almost laugh. Not wanting him to see the small smile thatâs beginning to turn up the corners of your mouth, you give in and turn around, heading over to the toilet. As you face the door once more, you watch Bucky step to the side so heâs just behind the wall, giving you the tiniest bit of privacy. You relieve yourself quickly, but as youâre standing up and pulling your panties back into place, a fresh wave of stinging pain travels down your spine, making you lurch forward and grab onto the edge of the sink for support. Bucky hears your hands land on the hard granite and he hears the way your breathing quickly changes from its usual calm rhythm to a quickened rhythm of discomfort. He wastes no time stepping into the small bathroom, placing himself behind you and looking at you in the mirror.
           âWhat is it?â He asks, looking you over with a worried expression. Normally that worried expression would annoy you out in the field. He gets the same look when you come to the end of a firefight and he isnât sure if youâre injured or not, or when you havenât been responding on comms. Itâs always made you feel like he thinks you canât handle yourself. So, why now do you feel cared for?
           âJust the same shit weâve been dealing with all night.â You answer after taking in a deep, shaky breath. Unexpectedly, his hands end up on your hips. Youâre starting to get used to him doing that. Instead of his touch giving you at least some minimal relief, your pain doesnât subside. You wonder if maybe itâs because heâs touching you over your t-shirt. Maybe skin-to-skin contact is what you need right now. âTouch me.â Your words come out as a whisper, your eyes meeting his in the reflection of the mirror. Something flashes in his eyes, something that you think must be surprise at your request. Of course youâd write it off as that. It was actually a flash of desire, as your words immediately sent all of the blood in his body rushing straight to his dick. He knows that you only asked him to touch your skin, without any ulterior motives. He knows that. Itâs his dick that doesnât get the memo. He places his flesh palm across the middle of your back, pushing you forward gently until youâre bent over the sink. Adrenaline begins coursing through your veins and anticipation warms your core. You didnât know how much you needed this again. He fingers the hem of your shirt, stealing one more look at you in the mirror before slowly sliding it up your back. As soon as your black panties are revealed to him, he lets out a barely audible groan. He closes his eyes for a second, gathering himself, before pushing your shirt up further until it rests near your shoulders. He lets his hands run down your back now, his flesh hand warm and soft and his vibranium hand cool and soothing. You feel the stinging pain along your spine easing in the slightest as you close your eyes and lean into his touch.
           âWhere does it hurt?â As he bends his upper body over yours, you feel his bare torso making contact with your back, his crotch so close to pressing against your ass. His lips tickle the shell of your ear as he speaks in the most tender yet sexually-charged tone youâve ever heard fall from a manâs mouth.
           âMy back.â You answer him promptly, the pain evident in your voice. Youâre ready for whatever it is that he might do to help you. As much as you hate to say it, youâre looking forward to whatever he might do. He slides his hands up your back again, before dragging them back down just like he did before. Itâs not enough for you. You wonder if itâs enough for him, and the easiest way to get an answer to your question is to arch your back a little and push your ass back against him. You feel the hard outline of his cock line up with your ass and you canât help the giggle that sneaks past your lips. Infuriating. He finds you fucking infuriating.
           âWhat do you think youâre doing?â His voice is tense and you note the way the muscle along the side of his jaw is flexed. Heâs quick to grip your waist, holding you still against the edge of the sink. His gaze narrows at you in the mirror and you think he looks almost bothered, but a little voice in the back of your head is screaming at you to test the waters.
           âHmm?â You grind your ass back again, expecting him to stop you by utilizing his hold on your waist, but he simply looks down at your ass as it rubs against his boner. You canât read his face now. Is he bothered? Turned on? Does he want to fuck again? Bucky can barely even read himself. His cock is as hard as itâs been every other time youâve been this close to him tonight, but within his mind, heâs warring with himself. He held himself back both of the previous times that you had sex. He was careful, diluting the strength and intensity with which he fucked you. He still fully enjoyed it, in fact, it was the best sex heâs ever had. But he was scared heâd hurt you, or even worse, that heâd get so lost chasing his own relief that he wouldnât even notice he was practically using you.
           He lets you continue your ministrations for a few seconds, watching intently as you grind against him, your back arched and your hair cascading over your shoulder. Youâre so damn pretty like this that it hurts him to look at you for too long. Especially when heâs not currently inside you. He could probably stand to look at you longer if he was buried deep inside of you.
           An idea crosses his mind. Something that he hadnât been clear-minded enough to think about either of the other two times that you had sex tonight. He wants to taste you.
First, heâs going to make you scream his name while he draws an orgasm from you with only his mouth and fingers, and then heâs going to make you moan his name while he fucks your pussy.
           âYou know, youâve been such a good girl tonight.â Oh my god. He did not just call you that. Bucky fucking Barnes did not just call you a good girl while his hard-on is pressed against your ass. The movement of your hips falters, but he watches as your cheeks begin to burn pink in the mirror and your eyes widen at his words. Heâs found a weakness of yours.
You feel his fingertips slide beneath the waistband of your panties, slipping them down your legs in one deft movement. You kick them off to the side and you donât miss the smug smile painted across his face while he watches you comply so readily. His foot moves between yours now, nudging them further apart. You fully expect him to strip off his own boxers and fuck you next. Instead, he leans forward, placing a soft kiss on your left shoulder, then your right shoulder, and then he ghosts his lips all the way down your spine. A chill runs through your body, causing goosebumps to spread across your skin. What the hell is he doing? You canât even form the words to question him, especially not when his hands begin kneading your ass as he gets down on his knees behind you.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â You steal his last question, but your voice is far more shaky and unsure than his was. Suddenly, his hands spread your ass cheeks apart and he circles the tip of his tongue over your clit. âOH MY GOD,â you cry out, completely powerless to do anything other than grip the edge of the sink and scrunch your eyes closed, your back arching even more than it was before.
âHmm?â The sound he makes causes vibrations to run through his tongue and straight to your clit, drawing another loud moan from you. You canât think of a single thing to say, you canât think at all really. He eats you out like itâs the sole cure for the damn chemical that he inhaled earlier tonight. He focuses his mouth on your clit, switching between licking and sucking at it, memorizing the way you taste. Youâre seeing stars less than thirty seconds after he sunk down to his knees. Bucky. His name is the only thing in your brain. You bite down on your bottom lip with a bruising force. As you fight to hold back from moaning his name, your right hand reaches up and grasps the dog tags around your neck, running your thumb over the inscription as he pleasures you with his mouth. James B Barnes. You feel yourself getting undeniably close to your orgasm, and he must realize it because he only increases his efforts.
âAre you gonna cum for me, baby?â He taunts, reaching up and rubbing circles against your clit with his fingers as he waits for your response. You nod, but knowing he canât see you from his current position between your legs, you choke out a breathy answer.
âIâm so fucking close, Jââ You cut yourself off abruptly before you slip up and say his name.
âWhat was that on the end there? Go on, say it.â He eggs you on, pride flaring in his chest at the fact that you almost said his first name. He was so close to hearing it. You shake your head, more to yourself than him, refusing to open your mouth again. âI thought you were going to be a good girl for me, Y/n.â You hear him tsk beneath you and you fear heâs going to stop everything. That is, until you feel his mouth attach to your clit once more and thenâŚ
           âJAMES!â You scream his name so loud that youâre sure any enemy surveillance within a three-mile radius heard you. You couldnât help it, you didnât even think about it as it left your lips. He plunged two fingers into you without warning and curled them, all while flattening his tongue against your clit and giving you the most perfect, wet friction there.
You screamed his fucking name.
           Bucky was full of pride and possessiveness, and so unbelievably horny. He put everything he had into drawing an orgasm out of you with his mouth and fingers, and in the end, he had you cumming so hard that you were grinding into his mouth with your left hand behind you, gripping onto his hair. You screamed his name a total of three times before your shaking legs threatened to send you tumbling to the floor, and Bucky couldnât stand not being inside of you anymore.
           That brings you to where you are now: bent over the bathroom sink with Bucky thrusting his cock into you from behind. His right hand is fisting your hair at the back of your head, making sure you canât move to look at anything other than the reflection of him fucking the shit out of you. Itâs as if a damn broke when you screamed his name the first time and now his name falls from your lips repeatedly as you moan and meet each of his thrusts, desperately chasing your second orgasm. He nearly comes undone when he hears a soft Bucky, please under your breath.
           âThatâs it, Y/n, say my fucking name.â He groans out, his hips snapping into you a little harder as you make eye contact with him in the mirror. Your eyes are begging him to let you cum. âYou wanna cum on my cock, donât you?â He goads, that familiar, frustrating smirk taking over his features. You nod your head as he fucks into you roughly, the sounds of his skin pounding against yours only making you wetter around his cock.
           âPlease, please Bucky. I need to cum.â You beg. You beg. Shit, heâs going to lose it. A deep, guttural groan is ripped from his throat as his head falls back and he moves his hands to your hips, his fingertips digging into your skin and definitely leaving bruises behind.
           âGo ahead, cum for me.â He commands, rutting into you and hitting just the right spot to send you careening over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you and sends butterflies from your stomach, down to your pussy. You clench around him so hard that his own orgasm lurches forward. âShit, just like that, baby, take it.â He lets go inside you, filling you up with more cum than the last two rounds combined. Thereâs so much cum that you can feel it dripping down his shaft as he continues to slowly fuck his hard cock into you. Youâre so close to begging him not to pull out. You want to ask him to just stay here like this, to let you memorize what itâs like to have him inside of you like this. Youâre falling off the deep end.
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           âShh, I wasnât going to wake you.â Bucky whispers against the side of your neck. You blink the sleep from your eyes, trying to remember where you are. Youâre wide awake once you feel the head of his cock slipping past your folds and sliding halfway inside you.
           âBuckyâŚâ You whimper at the unexpected penetration, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in. Your entrance is so sore from the three other times that youâve fucked tonight. The feel of his cock sliding in and out of you at a gentle, steady pace grounds you. Heâs spoon-fucking you in bed. You both crashed after he took you from behind in the bathroom earlier, and instead of you being the first one to wake up this time, it was him. He woke up so hard and desperate to feel you again. He wanted to let you sleep as long as you possibly could, especially when you looked so comfortable and peaceful in bed next to him, but he needed to hear you say his name again. He fucks you so slowly and tenderly that you can feel every single inch of him as he takes his time with you. You lean back into him, hooking your left leg back and over his legs as he continues his work. He takes your change of position as a go-ahead and his vibranium hand travels up your side, slipping underneath your shirt and grasping one of your tits. Fuck. He hasnât touched you there before. You moan as he does what he wants with your body, each of your orgasms building up at a leisurely pace. Something about the way heâs fucking you this time feels so much more intimate, so much more like making love. You know you should hate it. You should want to go back to the rough, near hate-sex you were having earlier tonight, but you canât find it within yourself to change a damn thing.
           âYouâre so perfectâŚâ Bucky whimpers in your ear. He attaches his lips to the skin just below your ear. You feel his tongue on your skin, licking and then sucking far too gently to leave any visible mark. He wants to mark you up. God, he wants to mark you up. But he knows better than to let anyone find out about any of this. While Bucky is busy reminding himself not to leave any visible marks on your skin, youâre seconds away from giving him the only other thing he wanted tonight. He keeps massaging your neck, the curve of your jaw, and the shell of your ear with his lips and tongue. Without a single thought in your mind, you turn your head to him and press your lips against his. Every muscle in his body freezes, but you feel his cock twitch inside of you. You know you shouldnât have done it, but now that youâre doing it, you canât stop. You kiss him harder, sucking on his bottom lip and moaning against him. Bucky thinks he could cum just from this, from being inside you completely still while you kiss him. He wastes no time now, his vibranium hand tilting your chin up for him and giving him a good angle to slip his tongue into your mouth.
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