Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
Fuck Me Like You Hate Me: A Bucky Barnes Fanfic
Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader
Word Count: 2153
Rating: E
Warnings: Smut (MF, rough sex, dom/sub, kink negotiations, testing limits, anal sex, sex toys, dirty talk, humiliation kink, videotaping sex)
Synopsis: Bucky has never fully trusted himself to get really rough during sex. With a little encouragement and a lot of trust, he finally lets go.
Fuck Me Like You Hate Me
Bucky’s fingers brushed over the small collection of toys in the drawer in front of him. He was pressed firmly against you, dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt, while you were down to a lacy white baby doll. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare skin, making your skin prickle and break out in goosebumps. You couldn’t take your eyes off him in the vanity mirror. His eyebrows were knitted, and his jaw clenched as he considered everything carefully.
He was hesitant. You knew that. He had a history with pain, both causing and receiving. The idea of getting rough in the bedroom might be enticing, but it didn’t come without trepidation. You didn’t want to push, despite how much you loved it when he displayed his strength with you, and how much you liked it rough. You were a couple each with your own traumas, wants, and desires, and you both needed to feel safe and satisfied in your sex life.
“What do you think?” you asked, leaning back against him.
He slid his metal hand across your midriff, the cool vibranium making you shiver. He let out a breath by your ear. “I want to…” he said, his voice low and full of need.
“So what’s stopping you?” you asked.
His fingers curl at your hip, biting into your skin. “I just… I can’t have you looking at me like you’re scared of me. Are you sure this is what you want?”
I turned in his arms and looked up at him. “I do, Bucky. We have our safewords, and I want to try it out. I want you to fuck me like I’m your own personal sex doll. I want you to fill me up and plug me, and then when you’re good to go again, to fuck me again. I want you to treat me like the desperate slut that I am for you specifically. I can’t get enough of you. I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk. When we’re done here, I want you to take me to the couch and fuck me again, then keep your cock inside me until you're hard again, and go again without pulling out again. I want to be used like the only thing I’m good for is for you to dump your cum into me.”
Bucky eyes closed, and he groaned, pressing his forehead against yours. “Fucking hell,” he said. He seemed to take a minute to center himself. He nudges his nose against yours, his lips just barely touching yours before he pulls back and opens his eyes again.
His hands moved to your jaw, and he brushed his thumbs over your cheeks. “I love you so fucking much, you know that?”
You nodded. “I know. I love you too.”
He kissed your forehead softly, then brought his lips to your ear. “And I’m going to use you like the whore you are. I’m gonna make you my own personal cum dump,” he growled.
The words were enough to make you moan. He spun you around suddenly, pushing you forward onto the vanity table, shoving your cheek against the wood. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply and trying to stay focused, because the sudden change in him was sending you reeling.
He grabbed the lube and vibrator, then shoved the drawer closed under you. He didn’t take any of the plugs, and you didn’t have any idea what that meant as he’d seemed so fascinated with them a moment ago.
You didn’t have long to think about it. Bucky yanked your panties down and spread your ass cheeks. He squeezed some of the lube directly onto your asshole, making you gasp and clench up. It didn’t seem to dissuade Bucky. He pressed one of his prosthetic fingers against the tight hole, the metal cool against your skin, making you shiver slightly.
“Relax, darlin’,” he purred. “Or this is gonna hurt.”
He pushed this finger into you, and whether it be the smooth metal surface of his prosthetic, your experience, or something else, his finger slipped in easily. You moaned, and your back ached at the sudden invasion.
“God, look at that,” Bucky praised. “You want it so bad, you’re practically sucking me right in.”
You moaned again, pressing your forehead against the cool wood of the vanity. He was already so good at this. For so long, he’d been holding this in, and he finally trusted himself and you enough to do it. It made your stomach flip with excitement.
He added another finger to your ass. There was more of a burn this time, but still, his fingers moved smoothly and easily in and out of your ass. Bucky groaned again, and he pressed his erection against your leg, grinding against you as he stretched you out. “Fuck, baby. You’re taking me so fucking well.”
“Yeah, Bucky,” you moaned. “I wonder how many fingers you can get inside me.”
He made a slight choked sound, like your words had knocked the wind out of him. “Fuck, at least four, I’d say.”
You moaned and pressed your forehead against the cool surface of the vanity. Nothing you and Bucky had done together so far had ever really brought to mind fisting before, but now the idea of your ass stretched around his metal hand struck you. It was obscene, and you clenched around his digits, your cunt flooding.
“Film it, Buck,” you moaned. “I want to see.”
Bucky froze, groaning softly. You raised your head, looking back at him in the mirror, and his head had dropped down, and his teeth were clenched. “Fuck, baby. You’re so filthy.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his fingers still firmly wedged in your ass. It wasn’t until he seemed to have it recording and pointed at the place where you both joined that his hand started moving again.
He pistoned his fingers in and out of your ass, twisting his wrist and spreading his fingers to stretch you out. The burn would increase, you’d adjust to it, and then it would increase again.
He didn’t even check in with you when he started to add a third finger. It was a lot. There was no give in the vibranium, so your ring muscle had to stretch right around all three. It stung; there was no denying it. But you loved it. You loved the sting and the burn as he thrust his fingers into you. You loved the way he was letting go. You loved the way the pain mixed with the pleasure to make something new.
You tried your best to relax, your cheek resting on the vanity as he roughly fucked you with his fingers.
Don’t think I’m gonna be able to hold back much longer. Wanna get my dick inside you so bad.”
You mewled, your fingers curling, her nails scratching along the smooth surface of the vanity. “Please. Please, give it to me, Buck. I want it. I want your dick inside me.”
He groaned and pulled his fingers out, spanking your ass as he did. “God, you’re such a little cock slut.”
He handed you the phone. “Put on the video. I want you to watch what you just let me do to you while I fuck you.”
You whimpered and took the phone, bringing up his photo reel and turning on the video. It was zoomed in tight on your ass, two fingers already deep inside you.
He slicked his cock with the lube and poured some onto my asshole. You shivered as the cool gel hit your skin, and before you even relaxed again, the head of his cock was pressed against you. He rolled his hips shallowly back and forth, the head of his cock just probing your hole, the head popping in and out. He hummed, low and deep, the sound almost a rumbling pur.
You tried to focus on your breathing, in and out, in and out, letting your body relax to accommodate him. He teased you for a little longer, just letting the head pop past your ring muscle and wiggling around a little. Then, without warning, he slammed deep into you - hard. You cried out, arching back off the vanity and pushing back against him, as every one of your muscles clenched tight. “Fuck!” you gasped.
He grabbed your hair and pushed you back down. “Don’t fight it, darlin’,” he growled.
You mewled, your eyes squeezing shut, and you shoved your fist in your mouth, biting into it to stifle your sounds as Bucky started thrusting into you at a brutal pace. He grabbed your hair and pulled your head back. “Get your hand out of your mouth. I want to hear exactly how I make you feel.”
“Sorry, sorry, Bucky,” you moaned, leaning your head back into his touch.
“Don’t be sorry, just moan for me,” he growled.
He started to rail into you, his hips thrusting into you so hard that there was a sharp snap every time your bodies connected. He grabbed the vibrator from beside you and brought it to your cunt. He turned it on and set it to high. The intense, persistent buzz against your clit while he fucked your ass was too much, too intense, too - everything. You cried out, your toes curling as you twisted and writhed under him. “Fuck… fuck… fuck, Bucky, I can’t… I can’t…” you babbled as the world around you faded out, and all that was left was you and Bucky and the feeling of pleasure mixed with pain surging through you.
“Safe word?” he asked.
“Green,” you babbled. “Please, Buck. I’m close.”
“Oh… that’s what you need,” he teased, slowing his thrusts. “Maybe I need to drag this out, baby.”
You whined and rocked back on his cock, and he pushed his hand down in the middle of your back. “Oh, no, you don’t,” he growled. “You’re gonna stay there and take it.”
He continued the slow teasing thrusts, pulsing the vibrator on and off your clit. It was beautiful torture, keeping you squirming and hovering right on the edge. “Please, Bucky. Please. I can’t… I need to come. Please…” you begged, your nails scratching over the surface of the vanity.
Without a word, he picked up his pace again, pounding into you hard and fast. Each thrust made the vanity shake and bang against the wall. It was all you could do to hold it together. You stopped being able to form words; all that came out of your mouth were moans and animalistic grunts. They created a melody to the quick, steady rhythm of Bucky’s thrusts into you.
The toy buzzed against your clit, spreading that heat out through you, and every time he thrust into you, it hammered sharp jolts right into the core of your being. All at once, your orgasm hit. It crashed down on you, sending you reeling. You gripped the counter, crying out as all your muscles clamped down at once. You caught your reflection in the mirror in front of you. The expression on your face was one of pure bliss.
Bucky’s hips stutter, he pulls you back against him and captures your lips, and as he kisses you hard. You go limp in his arms and moan into his lips. It takes five more thrusts, and he comes, groaning into your lips as he spills inside you.
“Fuck…” he grunted. He let your body sag against the vanity, and you pressed your cheek against the cool surface. “God, darlin’. You’re incredible.”
He opened the drawer and pulled out one of the silicone plugs. He slipped out of you and slid the plug in. “There we go. Gonna keep you nice and full.”
You moaned and squeezed around the toy, and he helped you up, scooping you up into his arms and holding you against him. “God, honey,” he whispered as he carried you over to the bed. “I love you so much. I hope you know that. I never thought I’d be able to trust myself to do that with anyone. You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
You look up at him, a soft, dopey smile on your face. “Mmm… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too, Buck. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you.”
“Mm… not so sure about that,” he said, setting you down onto the bed. “What do you say we cuddle for a bit?”
You held out your arms to him, and he climbed into bed with you, letting himself pull him down into your arms. “That sounds wonderful,” you hummed. “But I hope you don’t think we’re done for the night.”
He grinned at you, his eyes twinkling. “Oh, I know we’re not,” he said. “Honey, I’m only warming up.”
~END~
