don't play with love potions
pairing: new avengers!bucky barnes x witch!female reader
summary: bucky barnes barges into your workshop while you're brewing a love potion and when you're startled into spilling it, the containment protocols in new avengers tower are triggered—trapping you in with the super-soldier and a whole lotta love potion.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dubcon because lust magic, sex pollen, pwp, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, Bucky pins reader's wrists at one point, finger sucking, biting, rough body play, overstimulation, cockwarming, dirty talk, degradation kink (Bucky's a little mean, and so is reader), praise kink, teasing, begging, fighting for dominance, enemies to lovers, pet names (witch, angel), aftercare, happy ending
word count: 8.9k
a/n: whew! here's my entry for week 6 of @buckybarnesevents's Hot Bucky Summer!! i'm cutting it close to the wire, but it's been a looong week. i wasn't even sure if i'd get this done in time 😅 y'all voted for Bucky and reader to be dosed with sex pollen, and i had the idea of some enemies to lovers smut with witch!reader, so that's what i went with—and i'm happy with how it turned out!! enemies to lovers is always fun to write, and i especially loved the push-and-pull dynamic of these two. i hope y'all enjoy it!! ♡
prompt: “I need help.” | [Sex Pollen | Erectile Dysfunction | Fuck or Die]
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Your day had started off with the best of intentions. You’d disappeared into the potions workshop Valentina Allegra de Fontaine had set up for you in New Avengers Tower, and you were intent on creating a very specific kind of love potion.
Well, you couldn’t really say you’d had the best of intentions, but they were at least the most mischievous of intentions. You had a theory, and you figured a love potion was the best way to test it.
So you spent long hours in your workshop that fateful day, messing around with various ingredients and combinations, trying to mix up a strong, but relatively short-lasting love potion that would make two people unable to resist each other.
All the while, you kept John Walker and Ava Starr in the back of your mind.
The two members of the New Avengers were always sniping at each other, always sparring in the gym when they had free time, and you suspected there was something more going on there. Something that was beginning to throw off the balance of the team.
But you didn’t want to make your colleagues do anything they didn’t want to do, of course—you just wanted to give them a little push. So you made sure the potion only worked if the people dosed were already attracted to each other.
Once you thought you had the combination right, you began pouring the finished potion into glass containers. You were just thinking of ways to slip it to John and Ava, or trap them in a room and set it off, when the trouble began.
Bucky Barnes barged into your workshop—as the annoying super-soldier often did—and immediately launched into a tirade of criticism over your witchcraft.
Apparently, the hair growth potion you’d given Alexei Shostakov had worked too well, and his chest was covered in hair so thick, he was having trouble fitting into his Red Guardian outfit. Of course, according to Bucky, this was all your fault.
You would’ve rolled your eyes, if you weren’t staring in horror at the rising plume of thick, pink smoke quickly filling the workshop. Following its trail, you found shattered glass at your feet, the remnants of a bottle that had once held your love potion.
All you could do was look at the broken bottle, dumbfounded that you’d been so startled by Bucky’s sudden appearance that you’d knocked it over. You didn’t think the super-soldier had that much of an effect on you, but apparently you were wrong.
The evidence of just how wrong you were was filling the room, your potion having turned into a magical gas that was rapidly pouring into the room. As you watched it plume and expand, leaving nothing but broken glass behind, your shock was quickly replaced by anger.
The potion you’d worked on all day had turned into a gaseous fog, and there would be no putting it back in the bottle. All your hard work was going up in smoke—literally—right before your eyes, and you whirled on Bucky, ready to give him a piece of your mind.
Before you could open your mouth to yell at the blundering super-soldier, and berate him for charging into your workshop without knocking, a metal shield slid down over the door with a loud clang, locking it shut. A tinny, automated voice filled the room, notifying you and Bucky that containment protocols had been initiated.
For a moment, you were stunned into silence.
When Val had set you up with the workshop, you thought she’d been exaggerating about the protective protocols put in place for any errant witchcraft. You’d assumed it was a lie to keep you in line, so you didn’t mess with anything that could harm the others or the tower.
Apparently, she wasn’t lying (for once), and you were about to learn the hard way not to play with love potions in New Avengers Tower.
“How many times have I told you to be more careful, witch?” Bucky hissed, hurling the epithet like an insult across the span of the workshop.
Your eyes found the super-soldier through the pink gloom, giving him your harshest glare. But he wasn’t even looking at you. He was warily watching the pink smoke swelling and enveloping the room.
“And how many times have I told you not to disturb me while I’m working, soldier,” you snapped back, spitting the last word with as much venom as you could muster, which was quite a bit despite the worry in your gut. You glanced around the room as well.
The smoke was filling up your workshop so quickly, you knew you were seconds away from breathing it in, and you had a good idea of what would happen to your body once you did.
Across the room, you watched Bucky’s nostrils flare, the super-soldier dragging in a deep breath to respond to your sharp words.
For a moment, all you could think about was how grateful you were that you’d made the potion so it would only affect those who already felt attraction—even if that meant it would affect you when you were in such close proximity to Bucky.
It was your most shameful secret that you harbored secret fantasies about the annoying super-soldier, and what was beneath that black and red superhero suit he wore. More nights than you could count, you got yourself off to the idea of Bucky railing you to within an inch of your life.
So you knew the magic-induced lust would hit you like a freight train as soon as you inhaled the pink smoke. But at least you’d be alone in feeling the effects of the love potion. Because there was absolutely no way Bucky was attracted to you.
The super-soldier had made it very clear during the months you’d worked together that he couldn’t stand you.
He called you ‘witch’ every chance he got, had a problem with everything you did, and otherwise avoided you unless he was criticizing your recklessness on the last mission. There was no way he felt anything but irritation for you.
But none of that dampened your attraction to Bucky Barnes.
And you were minutes, if not seconds, away from letting him in on your deepest, darkest secret—that you wanted him. So you fortified yourself, knowing you’d have to resist begging him to fuck you for as long as possible if you ever wanted to look him in the eye again.
While the pink smoke continued filling the room, you tried not to breathe too deeply, but it soon became unavoidable. The sweet-smelling gas infiltrated your senses, and once you got your first whiff, you inhaled until your lungs were full of the magic smoke.
A delicious, pink haze fell over your mind, the edges going fuzzy while your body felt like it was floating. It was a pleasant sensation, almost like you were weightless and wrapped up in the most delicious scent you’d ever smelled.
Then, the burning ache began.
It hit you like a punch to the gut, the sudden, needy pulse between your thighs. All of a sudden, you could feel your racing heartbeat in the throbbing of your core, and your inner muscles clenched pathetically around nothing.
A whimper escaped your lips before you could bite it back, and you hunched over your worktable, your hands clutching the edge, nails digging into the wooden surface as you tried to control the urges surging through your body.
You wanted to hurl yourself across the table and into Bucky’s arms. You wanted to tear your clothes off and then his, making it easy to impale your body on his hot, hard length…
“I need help.”
The words were a gasp, a plea hurtled into the thick fog of smoke filling the room. Wildly, your eyes searched through the gloom to find Bucky. He was standing rigidly next to the door, looking like a statue made of granite for how motionlessly he stood.
“I need you to tie me up,” you said, your tone sharp with an order. Despite the state of your body—which had begun to sweat beneath your clothes from the warmth building in your core—you couldn’t bring yourself to be nice when you asked the super-soldier for help.
Bucky was quiet for a moment, his blue eyes bright in the pink duskiness of the room. He raked them down your body, seemingly taking stock of the way you were curled in on yourself.
Surely he could see you were in pain and would help you. He was constantly annoyed by your existence, but he was a good man. He would help.
“I don’t think it’s a good idea for me to get anywhere near you,” Bucky said stiffly, his gaze unreadable when it returned to yours.
A slight frown pulled down at the edges of Bucky’s mouth, but that wasn’t abnormal when he was in your presence. A quick glance down his body assured you he looked normal, as if he wasn’t affected by the smoke. So you didn’t understand his reluctance.
“Why?” you asked, huffing an annoyed sound as you stared at the super-soldier, willing him with your mind to answer.
You had to bite back a whine when you breathed in more of the smoke, the burning ache between your thighs increasing enough to make your arms start to shake. Your nails bit deeper into the wooden table.
“The effects aren’t contagious. You can touch me, you’ll be fine,” you said, trying to reassure the hesitant super-soldier, though your voice came out more annoyed than soothing. It was difficult to sound calm when you wanted to climb Bucky like a tree and fuck him.
Bucky’s knuckles cracked so loudly in the quiet room that your eyes dropped to his hands. They were curled into fists, his fingers clenched so tightly, it looked like it hurt. In fact, when you looked closer, every muscle in his body was wound tight enough to snap.
Your brain, which was trying to feed you an endless stream of images of you fucking the super-soldier, was slow to catch on to what Bucky’s body language meant.
“What…the hell is happening?” you asked, your voice wary, your eyes darting up and down Bucky’s form. Your mind was torn between appreciating his thick biceps and noticing the way his legs looked ready to pounce. For some reason, you couldn’t make sense of it.
Instead of answering your question, Bucky only clenched his fists tighter, and you could hear his knuckles crack again.
“What was in that glass you broke?” he asked, the question sounding like it was ripped from the depths of his barrel chest.
It was on the tip of your tongue to hiss back at him that you wouldn’t have broken anything if he hadn’t startled you by barging into your workshop unannounced—especially after you’d told him multiple times not to do that because the magic you dealt with was volatile.
But you managed to bite back your harsh words when a wave of need crashed through you. You could…you could smell Bucky, even across the room. He smelled like salt and man, the scent so deliciously potent, you had to close your eyes and gather your wits before responding.
“I was just messing around with a love potion,” you admitted. Your voice was thin as you tried to play it off as no big deal, though the wetness dripping from your core and soaking your clothes painted another story.
When you managed to wrench your eyes open, you found Bucky glaring at you from his side of the room.
“What the fuck—why?” he growled through clenched teeth, his blue eyes flashing with fury.
You basked in Bucky’s anger, the emotion stirring something inside you besides need. In your moment of relief, you clung to your tiny kernel of rage, shooting the super-soldier your own glare.
“I wanted to test out a theory about Walker and Ava,” you said in your most lofty tone, knowing it would only piss him off more. “You may not have noticed, soldier, but they’ve been circling each other for weeks and it’s messing with the team.”
At his sides, Bucky’s hands unfurled and curled tight again, like he was restraining himself from doing something—strangling you probably. It gave you a sick sense of satisfaction to see him reacting to your words, even if it was only out of anger.
“Why the fuck would you do that, witch?” Bucky growled, dragging your attention back to his face. He barely looked like himself, and you realized, all of a sudden, that the potion was doing something to him.
He was glaring daggers at you from across the room, his blue eyes piercing through the pink gloom still swirling in the air. The look in his gaze was wild, his mouth twisted into an angry sneer, and his body was practically vibrating with a furious tension.
Unfortunately for you, all of that rage only made Bucky impossibly hotter. He looked like your most shameful fantasies come to life, and he was standing right in front of you, only a worktable between you.
Desperately, you wanted Bucky to take out all his anger on your body. You wanted him to pound his thick cock into your tight cunt with all the fury on his face, and then you wanted him to spill his seed deep in your body, growling in your ear the whole time, telling you that you belonged to him…
God, you needed to touch yourself. You needed something to stave off the throbbing ache beneath every inch of your skin. But you refused to do that in front of Bucky, not when he was standing right there and staring at you like you were little more than a bug beneath his boot.
You dug your nails into the wooden worktable you were hunched against, forcing yourself to remember your anger at the super-soldier and answer his question.
“It’s only supposed to work if both people are attracted to each other!” you cried, defending yourself, though your voice came out as a pitiful whine. Shaking your head, you tried to clear the pink fog from your brain as you muttered, “I must’ve messed up the ingredients.”
It was the only explanation you could come up with for why the potion seemed to be affecting Bucky. You still couldn’t believe he might be attracted to you, but something was happening to him. It was undeniable in the tense way he held himself.
Bucky’s rough voice sounded in the dim room, catching your attention and pulling you from your thoughts.
“You didn’t.”
The super-soldier’s words were barely discernible through the growl in his voice, and your eyes snapped up to him. Confusion drew your brows together when you saw the tortured look on his face.
“What?” you asked, your voice sounding dumb even to your own ears. But you couldn’t seem to catch up with what he was saying.
Bucky looked away. You watched his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed, fighting the urge to sink your teeth into his neck. You didn’t understand the impulse, only that you wanted to taste the salt straight from Bucky’s skin.
“You’re gonna make me say it?” he asked harshly, his eyes flicking back to yours before skating away, looking around the room as if searching for an exit you knew didn’t exist. He looked like he’d rather die than say whatever it was.
You were about to tell him you didn’t understand, but a wave of need crashed over you so strong, your knees wobbled and nearly gave out. You slumped further over the worktable, a whine building in your throat.
The pink smoke wasn’t dissipating, the magic overwhelming whatever ventilation system was installed in the tower. If anything, it was growing thicker, stronger, and along with it, the need to have something inside you became excruciatingly painful.
“Bucky, please,” you whimpered, not knowing if you were begging him to answer your question or to fuck you. Your eyes searched for his through the gloom, and despite the thickness of the fog, you could see Bucky’s face perfectly.
He looked devastated, his eyes filled with a concern you’d never seen directed at you as they raked over your hunched form. His arms were shaking, and his fists had curled so tightly, his knuckles had all bled white. He looked as wrecked as you felt.
When a rough sound came from his throat, your thighs trembled dangerously and your core clenched with need. Between your legs, your skin was sticky with sweat and desire, and all you could do was look at him pleadingly.
“I’m attracted to you, witch.”
If you’d been struck by lightning, right there in the tower, you would’ve been less shocked than you were by Bucky’s confession. It hit you like rolling thunder, an awareness spreading through your body as your heart raced in your chest.
The insistent, pounding pulse between your thighs grew even more ravenous, your body shuddering as your pussy clenched hard around nothing. With a groan, you bent over your worktable, pressing your heated forehead to the cool wood.
Then you laughed.
The sound was scratchy and half-hysterical, filling the room with ridiculous peels of laughter. You couldn’t believe it—couldn’t believe Bucky was being serious. All you could do was laugh. It was either that or cry. Or beg him to fuck you.
So you laughed, and you couldn’t help but notice Bucky didn’t join in.
When you were able to get enough control of yourself, you tipped your head to the side and looked at Bucky across the room, still standing as motionless as a statue.
“No, there’s no way,” you huffed, laughter still bleeding into your voice. Your shoulders were shaking and you wiped tears from your cheeks, unable to lift yourself up off the table.
Bucky’s jaw was clenched hard, and you couldn’t be certain, but you thought you saw a faint pink flush in his cheeks. Before you could puzzle over what that meant, the muscle in his cheek popped and distracted you.
He must’ve been grinding his teeth something fierce, and you wondered fleetingly what he was thinking. You wondered if he’d take back what he’d said, admit it was a joke. But he didn’t.
“How long is this going to last?” Bucky asked finally, seemingly trying to change the subject.
You were so busy trying to figure out what might be running through the super-soldier’s mind that you answered unthinkingly. “A couple of hours, or until…”
Images of Bucky fucking you filled your head again and you trailed off, getting lost in the fantasies for a moment.
“Until what?” Bucky snapped, his eyes finding yours. There was a desperation in his gaze that you’d never seen before.
Errantly, you wondered what emotion you’d find in his eyes if you sank down on his cock. Would he stare at you with the same intense desperation, needing to come, or would his gaze fill with arrogant satisfaction.
You closed your eyes against those thoughts, unable to look at him while you answered his question.
“Or until we do something about it, ok?” you said, your words a pitiful whine as they spilled from your lips. Your nails dug into the wooden worktable again as you attempted to ground yourself, but it barely worked. “I’m trying really hard to control myself over here, soldier.”
Bucky was silent for a long minute, and you focused on the sound of your breath. You tried to keep them even, tried to slow your racing heart, tried (and failed) to ignore the thrumming pulse between your thighs.
Then, Bucky growled, “Don’t.”
Your mind, which had wandered into a fantasy of Bucky bending you more fully over your worktable and fucking into you from behind, had lost the thread of the conversation. You lifted your head, looking at the super-soldier with confusion.
“What?” you asked dumbly.
That muscle in Bucky’s cheek popped again, and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. You could tell it was taking him a great deal of effort to be patient with you, but somehow he managed.
“If it makes this torment end faster, don’t control yourself, witch.”
Something in the distant recesses of your mind bristled at the implication in Bucky’s words, that it was agony to want you as badly as he did. But the rest of you fixed on the fact that his words sounded like an invitation—and it was one you wouldn’t pass up.
Rising up off your worktable, you stood for a moment on shaky legs, then took an unsteady step toward the super-soldier. When he shifted toward you, you broke into a sprint, rounding the table and running across your workshop before launching yourself into his arms.
Bucky caught you easily, and you wasted no time. Your lips crashed down on his and you kissed him with all the ravenous need raging through your body.
With a growl, Bucky turned and pressed you into the wall beside the door, kissing you just as fiercely. His tongue invaded your mouth as if he owned it, taking possession of your body as he kissed you deeply, thoroughly, licking your moans from the back of your throat.
You could feel his thick cock pressing into the slit between your thighs through your clothes. He was twitching and throbbing and you ached to get him inside you, but for the moment, all you could do was kiss him and touch him.
The hunger in your core was satisfied with that, for a short while anyway.
Your hands were everywhere at once, skimming up his broad biceps and tangling in his hair. Your nails raked down the back of his neck, your fingers tugging impatiently at his superhero suit.
You rolled your hips against his, grinding your hot center down on his thick bulge, and you moaned miserably into his mouth as the need grew desperate again.
“I don’t want to hurt you, witch,” Bucky rasped against your mouth, and you jerked back, shocked by the care in his voice.
His eyes were pained as he held your gaze, and he looked so agonized and noble, you could only roll your eyes.
“You’re not gonna break me, soldier,” you promised, ducking your head and dragging the flat of your tongue up the column of his throat. When he made a rumbling, guttural sound, you sank your teeth into his neck, smirking when his hips kicked between your thighs. “Just shut up and fuck me, Barnes.”
With a low roar, Bucky’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck and he pulled you in for another devastating kiss. His hands tore at your clothes until they were nothing but shreds, falling from your body to land in a pile on the floor.
Then he dropped you down to your feet, and helped you remove his suit. Your movements were frenzied, desperate, and when he was finally bare, the two of you crashed back together.
Bucky hauled you over to the closest worktable, clearing everything off with the sweep of his arm. If you’d been in your right mind, you would’ve been furious, but the lust pounding through your body was too needy to care what he might’ve broken.
You just wanted him on top of you, inside you, surrounding you, overwhelming you. You kissed him harder, your hands tangling in his hair and yanking him closer, your mouth devouring his.
A needy whimper slipped from your lips and Bucky swallowed the sound hungrily. Then he was laying you down on your back on the cool wooden surface of the table, and he was climbing on top of you. So much of his heated skin was touching yours that you moaned into his kiss.
He broke away, sucking and nipping at your jaw, then down your neck while his hands groped greedily at your tits. He kneaded your soft flesh and plucked at your nipples, wringing mindless sounds of pleasure from your lips. He ducked down, sucking on your nipples until you were squirming beneath him.
All the while, your fingers clutched at his soft, brown hair, holding the super-soldier close. Of their own accord, your legs wrapped around the backs of Bucky’s thick thighs, and you felt his cock, hot and heavy, lay against the soft folds of your pussy.
“Bucky, I need your cock,” you whined, barely sounding like yourself. You sounded like a weak, pitiful creature, so you yanked hard on Bucky’s hair to remind him—and yourself—that you were just as fierce as him.
The super-soldier, however, barely reacted. He was busy inhaling greedily at the pulse point in your throat, and groaning when the smell of your skin invaded his lungs.
You let out a keening, desperate whine, your hips rocking beneath his big body, and you yanked on his hair again, even harder to get his attention. The super-soldier huffed a sound of annoyance, biting into your skin at the base of your throat until you went limp beneath him.
“Be a good little witch and I’ll give you my cock,” Bucky rumbled into your skin before licking and sucking his way back up your neck.
At his words, you tensed, something close to a hiss spilling from your lips. You yanked on his hair until you could look him in the eye, and you gave him a glare. “Now, soldier.”
Bucky’s eyes darkened, his face twisting into a snarl as he shifted onto one arm. Reaching between your bodies, he lined up his thick cock with your tight hole.
Still holding your furious gaze, he dragged the head between your messy folds a few times, until you were whimpering pathetically beneath him.
“You want my cock so bad, witch,” he ground out, the muscle in his cheek popping with fury. “Then fucking take it.”
With that, he impaled you in one swift thrust. He filled your tight hole with every inch of his thick cock in a hard, powerful thrust that had you stretching around him to accommodate his size.
Blinding, pain-edged pleasure tore through your body as he split you in half, and an orgasm detonated suddenly in your core. It crashed over you in unrelenting waves, your body bowing up off the worktable as a scream ripped from your lips.
Above you, Bucky grunted, his hips grinding between your thighs as he rocked into your clenching pussy. He was staring down at you with something like wonder in his face.
“Did you just come on my fucking cock, witch?” he growled, his hips drawing back before slamming into you again, driving his hard length deep into your cunt. “Such a needy fucking slut, huh, coming on your soldier’s cock so fast?”
You sobbed your pleasure, nodding your head as tears spilled down your cheeks. It was so good, the feeling of Bucky’s cock filling you up. His pounding thrusts only made the pleasure spiral higher, dragging out your release for what felt like forever.
Finally, the waves of pleasure started to ebb, but instead of satisfying the burning, magical ache deep in your core, your release only spurred you on. In a matter of seconds, you felt like you hadn’t come at all, the desperate need in your body building again.
You clung to Bucky desperately, your nails digging into the warm, golden skin of his shoulders as your legs hooked around the backs of his thighs. You used your leverage on his body to hump your hips up against him, meeting his brutal thrusts as the sound of your bodies coming together filled the room.
“More—Bucky, I need more,” you hissed, writhing beneath him, trying to take him deeper. You wanted to feel his cock pounding against the end of you, his balls slapping your ass. You slid your hands down his back, your nails digging into the hard muscle of his ass. “Fuck me harder, soldier.”
Bucky gave a feral roar, burying his face in your neck, and then he was fucking into you even harder and faster, moving beyond what should be possible for a normal human man. A scream wrenched from your lips, and you rolled your hips desperately as your pleasure built.
“Ya got such a greedy cunt, huh, witch?” Bucky rasped in your ear, growing more furious with every word. “I already made you come and you want more already? Is that how this is going to be—you make demands and I’m meant to be your mindless soldier who fulfills them?”
Before you could respond, Bucky pulled out of you, breaking free from the hold of your legs and leaving you crying out pitifully at the loss of him. He flipped you over so your front was pressed into the unrelenting surface of the worktable, shifting so his legs caged in yours.
The super-soldier pressed you flat to the table, then slid back into your pussy. Grabbing your arms, he held your wrists pinned to your lower back so you couldn’t move. All you could do was take him, take his cock as he fucked you without mercy.
His hips slapped hard against your ass, the smacking sound filling the room, and his heavy balls teased your clit with every rough thrust. He held himself up with his metal arm planted beside your head, and you shifted to press your lips to his vibranium thumb, pulling it into your mouth so you could suck on it idly.
“I like this better, witch,” Bucky rumbled in your ear, splitting you open with his cock as he fucked you into the table. “Having you at my mercy—and having you do what I tell you for once in your fucking life.”
A moan slipped from your lips, sounding like an agreement even to your ears. You didn’t know what Bucky was doing to you, but you felt yourself slipping deeper into the pleasure filling your body. All you could do was take his cock, feel it pounding into your cunt, and it felt glorious.
You never wanted it to end, never wanted him to stop fucking you. So you didn’t protest his words, even as they turned filthier. There was a meanness in his tone that had you clenching even tighter around his cock, your body loving the way he spoke to you.
“You’re so much sweeter like this, witch,” he growled in your ear, his hand tightening around your wrists as he fucked you in deep, hard thrusts. “I think I like you best like this—when you’re so drunk on my cock, you can’t talk back.”
It didn’t even occur to you to respond to Bucky. You just sucked on his thumb harder, flicking your tongue over the tip lazily. Sharp sounds of pleasure spilled freely from your lips, drool trickling from your mouth and pooling on the worktable beneath your cheek.
Bucky lowered his big body down on top of you so he was nearly crushing you. His scruffy jaw rasped over your cheek before he nipped at the lobe of your ear.
“Fuck, your cunt’s sucking my cock so good, angel,” he rumbled, his voice getting rougher as he fucked you harder. “You feel so good—why do you feel so fucking good, witch?”
The super-soldier sounded tormented, and you understood the feeling. It wasn’t fair that it was so good with him—better than it had ever been in your fantasies. You had to believe it was the potion, because you didn’t think you’d survive if it wasn’t.
“Oh fuck, ‘m gonna come,” Bucky rasped above you, burying his face in your shoulder. “Gonna come inside your tight fucking cunt, witch—ya ready for it?”
“Yes,” you sobbed pulling away from Bucky’s thumb and catching his eye over your shoulder. “Make me come, soldier, make it end.”
Bucky’s blue eyes glinted with something dangerous as they raked over your face. “Beg me, witch,” he growled, his words so gruff you could barely understand them. “Beg me to make you come.”
Your heart lurched in your chest and something deep in your soul rebelled against the command. You were a powerful witch, you didn’t beg anyone for anything.
But you knew Bucky well enough to recognize the stubborn set of his jaw, and the ruthlessness in his gaze. You held his stare for a long moment, trying to fight the need to give in, but ultimately your desire won out.
“Please, Bucky,” you rasped, the words rough like you’d dragged them from the pit of your being. “Please rub my clit and make me come.” The pleading spilled more freely from your lips the more you spoke, your need urging you on. “I need it so bad—I need you, Bucky, please!”
Bucky’s eyes flashed, and you thought you caught the hint of a grin. But then he picked up his pace and you were lost.
Your eyes rolled back in your head as Bucky rutted into you, pounding you into the table until your hips hurt and your cunt was clenching tight around his hard length.
When it was almost too much, Bucky reached under you, freeing your hands so he could slip his warm fingers between your thighs and rub your clit. It took only a few rough strokes before you were coming apart for him.
You came with a piercing scream, your release overwhelming you as pleasure ravaged your body. It blotted out everything else besides Bucky and his cock—his perfect cock that kept fucking you while he chased his own pleasure.
“Fuck—fuck, take my come, angel, take it deep in that sweet cunt,” Bucky growled, his words cutting off in a loud grunt as he shoved his cock deep inside you. His teeth sank into your shoulder, biting you and muffling a roar against your skin as he came.
His hips pressed flush to your ass, fucking you shallowly as he unloaded himself in your pussy. You felt his cock twitch, and his warm come filling you up and you trembled in pleasure, basking in the sensation while you writhed beneath him.
Time stretched like taffy as you both reveled in your pleasure, and you didn’t know how long it had been by the time Bucky let out a last, shuddering groan. He collapsed on top of you, though he was careful not to crush you.
You thought it was over, but you’d barely heaved a sigh of relief before warmth began to prickle beneath your skin again. The heat spread quickly, like your release had only taken the edge off before it came back stronger, headier.
“Ba-Barnes,” you whined, squirming beneath Bucky, your hips rolling when you felt him harden inside you. “I don’t think it’s—oh fuck.”
The super-soldier pulled his hips back and snapped them forward, burying his stiff length in your already well-used pussy. You trembled at the almost unbearable sensation of his hard cock dragging against your sensitive inner walls, a mindless moan slipping from your lips.
“I’m sorry, witch,” Bucky mumbled into your neck, his hips pumping faster and faster. “But I don’t think the magic’s worn off—fuck, ‘m not done with you yet.”
All you could do was sob your pleasure, your hands reaching back for him, needing something to ground you as he sent you flying all over again. He buried his face in your neck, groaning as he set a brutal pace, fucking his come deeper inside you as he fucked you into the table.
“Fuck, witch, what’d you do to me?” he rasped into the hollow beneath your jaw, his scruff tickling your neck. “I’ve already emptied my balls in your hungry cunt once, and I can’t stop—can’t stop until I fill you up until your belly’s bulging with my seed.”
“Bucky, yes,” you cried, lifting your hips so he could sink even deeper inside you. He was so big and hot and heavy inside you, and you wanted his come, you wanted him to fuck you and fill you up until you couldn’t take anymore. “Give me more, soldier, I need all of you.”
At your demand, Bucky growled, the sound not entirely happy. It seemed to spur him into moving.
Pulling out of your greedy hole, he flipped you over and spun your bodies until he was stretched out on his back on the worktable. He stared up at you, wonder and fury blazing in his blue eyes as you impaled yourself on his cock, taking every inch of him inside your hot cunt.
The position had Bucky’s cock pushing even deeper into your cunt, and you threw your head back, savoring the feeling of being filled by his thick length. It wasn’t until Bucky gave your ass a sharp spank that you refocused on the super-soldier.
“If you want more, you’re gonna have to do some of the work, witch,” Bucky rumbled with a smirk, reaching his metal arm back and laying his head on it, propping himself up so he could watch you squirm on his cock. His other hand rested on your hip, anchoring you to his body. “Bounce on your soldier’s cock, angel, lemme see what a slut my sweet witch can be.”
It wasn’t in your nature to follow commands blindly, but even you couldn’t resist the desire to do exactly what Bucky had said. So you writhed above him, spurred on by his words as you rocked your hips experimentally, feeling his thick length shift inside you.
Bucky’s jaw clenched and his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, his eyes going molten as he watched your hips hump on his cock. It was intoxicating, watching him unravel for you, and you realized you couldn’t get enough. You wanted more.
Planting your hands on Bucky’s broad chest, you lifted your hips and slammed back down. The super-soldier groaned loudly, his eyes sliding closed with bliss, his hips rising up off the table to meet your bouncing body.
Leaning down, you let your mouth brush teasingly against Bucky’s, pulling away when he tried to capture your lips in a bruising kiss. You laughed softly as you retreated, your hips lifting up and slamming back down at a relentless pace.
“You want a slut, soldier?” you asked in a sultry voice, your tone only a little bit mean. “I’ll show you such a good time, you’ll be begging to get back inside my cunt even after the potion’s worn off.” You nipped at his lower lip, moving away again before he could catch you for a kiss. “Maybe if you’re nice, I’ll even let you fuck me again—without the magic.”
Something in Bucky seemed to snap and he let out a furious roar, his face contorting with rage. Quick as a flash, he grabbed your hips and, using his super-soldier strength, he bounced you on his cock like you were nothing more than his own personal fleshlight.
“You think I’m the one that’s gonna be addicted after this, angel?” Bucky growled meanly, fucking into you harder—so hard you had to cling to his arms to hold on. “You’re gonna be so drunk on my cock, you’re gonna be crawling back to me, begging to be my slut, witch.”
Bucky sat up suddenly, his metal hand curving around the back of your neck and his other arm banding around your lower back, holding you pinned against his body. His blue gaze was furious as he stared deep into your eyes, stealing your breath with the intensity of his look.
“You’re going to beg me to make you my fuck toy, angel,” he promised, his fingers tightening around your neck with a possessiveness you didn’t know he was capable of—and it had you gasping with excitement. He smirked smugly at the look on your face. “Just you fucking wait.”
You wanted to protest Bucky’s words, but you were slack-jawed with pleasure. The position of his body, and the rolling, deep thrusts of his hips had you barreling toward another release. Your clit was rubbing against the base of Bucky’s thick, perfect cock and all you could do was tip your head back and moan.
“Fuck, Bucky, just like that, I’m gonna come,” you whined, your nails digging into the hard muscles of his biceps. You clung to him like he was the only thing between you and death, all while he sent you hurtling toward a release that you knew would be devastating.
“Do it, witch,” Bucky growled, his voice harsh. His chest heaved with effort as he bounced you on his lap. “Come all over your soldier’s cock—show me what a good, filthy slut you are for me.”
Despite yourself, his command had your release crashing over you, you body going rigid and your eyes rolling into the back of your head. A broken scream left your lips. All you could feel was wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure rocking through your every limb, leaving you shaking and gasping.
Distantly, you were aware of Bucky roaring as he rutted into you, his cock twitching as he came deep in your cunt. You felt his warmth filling you, sating something in your soul that you weren’t sure had anything to do with the love potion, but you didn’t bother thinking about that just yet.
You let your release roll through you, reveling in the pleasure and clinging to your soldier all the way through it. He held you just as tight, his face buried in your neck, sucking greedily on your skin as you rocked together until the waves of pleasure finally ebbed.
With a weak cry, you collapsed against Bucky’s chest, both of you slumping down to the table as you caught your breath. You lay sprawled across Bucky’s broad form, his warm hand resting on your lower back, your bodies still joined where his cock remained inside you.
For the moment, the magic-induced heat in your blood had abated, but you could still feel it at the edge of your awareness. It was giving you a reprieve, but it was biding its time until the potion would have you fucking again.
“I thought you said this need would end if we did something about it,” Bucky grumbled, his chest rising and falling beneath your limp body as he caught his breath. “I can still feel it—what do we have to do?”
“Fuck, I don’t know,” you whined, burying your face in Bucky’s sweaty chest.
That was a mistake, because you inhaled the full brunt of his scent, making your mind go hazy around the edges. It was so good, and your body still felt so sated from your orgasm that you could feel your walls crumbling.
You didn’t have the energy to keep them up, and you felt emotion slip into your heart. Without meaning to, you let yourself be vulnerable in front of Bucky, not caring for once about appearing like the strong and formidable witch that you were.
“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his skin, defeat making you feel heavy. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have been messing around with love magic—I’m so fucking stupid.”
Embarrassment rushed in as soon as the words were out, and you tried to pull away while keeping your face hidden so Bucky couldn’t see your shame. But he shocked you by tugging you right back to where you were. He held you tight to his chest and brushed a kiss to your damp forehead.
“It was a foolhardy idea, but you’re not stupid, witch,” he murmured into your hair, his calloused fingers stroking up and down your spine in a surprisingly soothing gesture. “Were you acting like an arrogant idiot? Yes. Were you being reckless? Definitely.”
You snorted, the sound derisive in the quiet of the room, and Bucky squeezed the back of your neck firmly until you went silent again. He heaved a sigh, then continued speaking, so quietly you weren’t sure if you were even supposed to hear him.
“I have a soft spot for reckless idiots apparently.”
The two of you let those words linger in the air. It almost didn’t seem possible, that Bucky Barnes had a soft spot for you, but he’d just said as much. It took you a moment to believe it, but when you did, you lifted up and pressed your mouth to his in a sweet kiss.
Bucky groaned softly, his hand cradling the back of your head while you kissed, each of you exploring the other the way you hadn’t earlier. When his tongue slipped into your mouth, you whimpered, feeling his cock harden inside you and reigniting the spark of lust.
“What do we do?” you whined when you pulled away to gasp for air. Your eyes found Bucky’s, giving him your best pleading look. “I don’t know how to fix this.”
Bucky let out a soft breath, cupping your cheek in his warm palm, his thumb brushing your cheek comfortingly.
“We ride it out, angel,” he said gently, tipping your head down until your forehead pressed to his. “We hope you were right that it’ll wear off in a couple hours.”
Unbidden, tears gathered in your lashes and leaked from your eyes. It was exquisite torture, feeling Bucky’s hard cock inside you, and you rolled your hips even as you cried softly.
“I’m sorry, Bucky, I’m so sorry,” you whimpered, emotions rushing through you that you didn’t understand, mixing with the heat of the magic into a heady, overwhelming mix. You clung tighter to Bucky, apologizing over and over again even as you rocked against him.
Bucky rolled you over onto your back, holding you cradled against his chest as he loomed over you. He kissed the tears from your cheeks and fucked you in slow, deep thrusts that set off sparks of pleasure in your core.
“Ya gotta be strong for me, angel,” Bucky rasped against your cheek, kissing away your tears as quickly as they fell. “Where’s my headstrong, reckless witch who was demanding more from her soldier just a little while ago?”
A wet laugh bubbled from your lips, and you turned your face, kissing Bucky, feeling endlessly grateful that the super-soldier was being so patient with you. That he was showing you he liked every side of you, even the ones you thought annoyed the hell out of him.
The longer you kissed your soldier, the more you were able to sink into the building desire burning in your blood. Your legs hooked around the backs of Bucky’s thighs, and he groaned in pleasure when you lifted your hips, meeting his thrusting cock.
Your fingers sank into Bucky’s brown hair, twisting mercilessly in the strands and yanking on him roughly, your hips moving faster as you urged him on.
“Fuck me, Bucky,” you whined against his mouth, swallowing his grunts of pleasure. “Use me like my body is your own personal fuck toy, make me drunk on your cock, make me a mindless slut for you, soldier.” You pulled back, catching Bucky’s eye and shooting him a wicked smirk before murmuring, “That’s an order.”
With a low, rumbling growl and a wolfish grin, Bucky grabbed your thighs and hiked them up to your chest, folding you in half and pinning you to the worktable while he pounded into you. His cock sank deep inside you, mercilessly bullying your cunt with every thrust.
“Don’t order me around, witch,” he rumbled, though there wasn’t as much heat to his words as there had been earlier, and they were further softened by the look of reverence in his eyes. “You’ll take my cock like a good little slut and you’ll fucking thank me for it.”
“Thank you, soldier, thank you,” you gasped, writhing beneath Bucky’s bigger body. You yanked on his hair, dragging him down for another filthy, messy kiss, and he fucked you harder, both of you racing toward another release.
Together, you tipped over the edge, losing yourselves in each other. You moaned against each other’s mouths as you both came apart, your bodies entwined so tightly, you barely knew where you ended and Bucky began.
Without you noticing, the last wisp of the pink smoke that had once filled the room finally filtered out, and the containment protocols locking the door were lifted. But it would be a long time before the effects of the love potion wore off.
You and Bucky kept going at it for another few hours, fucking late into the night and making each other come until both of you finally passed out from exhaustion.
When you woke, Bucky’s cock was still inside you, and your first instinct was to roll your hips. A moan slipped from your lips at the delicious drag of him inside you, his hard length twitching in your pussy.
It took your tired mind a moment to realize the magical heat in your blood had finally disappeared, and you slumped back down on top of Bucky. You were sprawled on top of his chest, his breath stuttering on a groan as he roused.
Turning your face up, you pressed a kiss to the scruffy underside of Bucky’s jaw. “It’s finally out of our systems, soldier,” you murmured, knowing he’d be able to hear you.
Bucky grunted, his arms tightening around your waist. You could feel his hips lift slightly beneath you, fucking deeper into your aching cunt, managing to wring even more pleasure from your body.
“Mm, are you sure, witch?” he rumbled in a teasing tone, his hips bucking more noticeably beneath you. Your inner walls clenched weakly around him, as if urging him on. “Because your sweet cunt’s calling to me, begging me for another load.”
You tried to huff a laugh, but the sound devolved into a helpless mewl as you felt him move inside you. The slide of Bucky’s cock in your pussy was made easy by all the come he’d emptied inside you, and you could feel new wetness leaking from your hole at the idea of him spilling his seed inside you again.
Lifting up only enough to find Bucky’s lips, you kissed him lazily before pulling away to tease him back.
“I told you you’d be addicted to my cunt after the potion wore off, soldier,” you murmured against Bucky’s mouth, your lips curved in a smile. “Do you think you’ve been nice enough that I should let you fuck me?”
“I think I’ve been very nice to you, witch,” Bucky said, the warmth of a grin in his tone. “And don’t act like you aren’t dying to fuck my cock again, angel.” His hips lifted up off the table, bouncing you on his hard length.
“Fine, fine,” you said, trying for a teasing tone, but it came out too breathy. Your fingers tangled in Bucky’s hair, and you kissed him more deeply. “Fuck me, soldier, and make it good, because after this, I’m gonna need so much food and water—and to sleep for a few days.”
Bucky chuckled against your mouth. “You got it, witch,” he said, fucking up into you in long, deep strokes that had you seeing stars. Your pussy was sore from all the pounding you’d taken earlier, but that made the pleasure all the more decadent.
You and Bucky writhed together on the worktable, your bodies exhausted but still craving more—wanting at least one time without the magic clouding your minds. You kissed as you came together, your releases blistering and deeply satisfying as they burned through you, your moans filling the room.
After, you and Bucky were so tired, and it was so late, that you didn’t speak as you stumbled off the worktable. He helped you tug on his undershirt, since he’d ruined your clothes when he’d torn them off you, then he pulled on some pants.
Leaning against each other for strength, you made your way through the tower to the kitchen, grabbing some food before heading to Bucky’s room. There, you ate and then tumbled into bed together as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
In the morning you’d have to talk about the state of your relationship, but it was nice to simply exist quietly together. You’d spent so much time arguing with Bucky, that it meant more to feel safe and secure enough with him not to talk than if you’d filled the air with mindless chatter.
So you remained silent as Bucky wrapped you up in his arms, holding you tight to his chest in his bed. You tipped your face up for a brief kiss, and then settled down, letting yourself savor the comfort of his body.
You fell asleep quickly, a smile on your face as you gave in to the exhaustion and bone-deep satisfaction you felt. Even if you didn’t have any of your love potion left, it had been a good, meaningful day.
Thanks to a barging super-soldier and that broken container in your workshop, you learned a few lessons about witchcraft: Drink lots of water before brewing love potions. Make sure to store potions in unbreakable containers.
And don’t play with love potions unless Bucky Barnes was close by—just in case you needed a little help. Thankfully, after that day, he was never too far away. He was your soldier and you were his witch. Forever.
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