Night Ride
possessive!bucky barnes x reader
summary: you’re being a brat on a car ride so you leave bucky no choice but to put you back in your place.
word count: 4k
WARNINGS: 18+ explicit content, MDNI. smut, mean!bucky curse words, dirty talk, degrading kink, rough sex, spanking, dry humping, fingering, oral (m receiving), PiV, unprotected sex, overstimulation, breeding, creampie. fully consensual by both parties although not explicitly stated.
A/N: this one’s for all the horny girlies in my inbox. i love you and i hope you’re satisfied 💋 also i can’t be bothered to proofread this so…
The ride had been quiet at first. Uncomfortably quiet.
You’d been fighting all day. Something stupid, something that should’ve blown over hours ago, but neither of you had wanted to give in. Every word had been clipped, every glance laced with leftover frustration.
Now, with the night stretching out ahead of you and the road humming under the tires, it hung in the air like smoke. Bucky’s hand was clamped on the wheel, knuckles pale, his jaw tight enough to crack. He hadn’t looked at you once since you got in the car.
And maybe you should’ve left it alone. Maybe you should’ve just stared out the window, let the silence sit heavy between you until it faded on its own.
But you were restless. Stubborn. And if you were being honest—you hated the way he was ignoring you.
You could practically feel the storm rolling off him. Which, of course, made you want to poke at it.
You slid your hand and let it rest on his thigh, gently caressing it. He shifted in his seat.
“Cut it out,” Bucky muttered, not looking at you.
You grinned, leaning your head back against the seat like you hadn’t heard him. A few miles later, your fingers traced the seam of his jeans, slow, deliberate.
“Don’t start,” he warned, voice sharp this time.
You hummed, biting back a laugh. “Why not? You’re so tense, baby. Driving all serious. Thought I’d help you loosen up.”
His grip on the steering wheel tightened until the leather creaked. “Not the fuckin’ time.”
That only made you bolder. Your hand dragged higher up his thigh, nails scraping just enough to make him twitch. You leaned closer, lips brushing his shoulder as you whispered, “Don’t tell me you’re scared you’ll lose control.”
He inhaled hard through his nose, knuckles white on the wheel.
You smirked, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “C’mon, Sergeant. You’re always in control, right?”
He slammed the brakes so hard the seatbelt locked against your chest, your breath catching. Gravel spat out from under the tires as he swerved off the road, yanking the car into park.
Before you could even process, his door flew open. You blinked, wide-eyed, watching him stalk around the hood, jaw clenched, shoulders broad and heaving.
Then your door wrenched open.
“Get out,” he ordered, voice low, dangerous.
You stared at him, heartbeat tripping. “What?”
His eyes cut to yours, sharp and burning. “I said get the fuck out.”
A hand tangled in your hair before you could argue, the sting making you gasp as he dragged you out of the passenger seat. You stumbled after him, the cool night air biting your skin, but he didn’t give you time to steady yourself. He yanked the back door open and shoved you forward.
You landed on your hands and knees against the leather seats, breath rushing out of you. The position left you exposed, waiting, your pulse pounding in your throat.
The door slammed shut behind you, and then he was there—towering over you, crowding into the small space. His hand pressed between your shoulder blades, forcing your spine to arch, your ass pushed up toward him.
“Wanted to help me loosen up, huh?” he rasped, metal fingers spreading over your hip, grip unrelenting. „Yeah, I’ll make fucking sure to use you and your stupid cunt properly. Gonna make you take it.”
His hand clamped on your hip, holding you in place as you tried to shift on the seat. The leather squeaked under your palms.
Then you felt it—fingers hooking into the waistband of your jeans, tugging them down in one rough pull. The night air rushed over the newly exposed skin, and before you could take a breath, he slapped you.
His palm landed hard across your ass, the sound sharp in the confined space. You gasped, jerking forward, but his metal hand pressed firmly between your shoulders, keeping you exactly where he wanted you.
“Fuckin’ brat,” he growled, voice dark against your ear.
“Buck—“
Another slap, harder this time. Your knees dug into the seat as you whimpered, but the sound only made him chuckle low in his chest.
“You think you can wind me up all day, tease me while I’m driving, talk back like you don’t know better?” His hand smoothed over the sting, slow, taunting—before striking again, making you jolt. “You wanted my attention? Congratulations, doll. You’ve got it.”
“Bucky, I—” you started, voice breaking as your cheek pressed into the seat.
His laugh was humorless, sharp. Another slap cracked across your ass, harder than before, making you yelp.
“You what?” he snarled, his hand gripping your hip tight. “You’re such a fuckin’ whore you can’t even sit through an hour-long drive without begging for my cock?”
The sting burned, tears pricking your eyes, but the heat flooding your core betrayed you.
He leaned over you, his vibranium hand sliding up, wrapping firmly around your throat. In one rough pull he dragged you upright, your spine arching as he hauled you back against his chest. His grip wasn’t choking you yet but it was tight enough to remind you who was in control.
You could feel him pressed against you, thick and unyielding through his jeans, grinding into the curve of your ass. The low growl that rumbled in his chest vibrated against your back.
“Feel that, doll?” he rasped against your ear, breath hot. His metal fingers flexed at your throat, keeping you pinned in place as his hips rolled slow, deliberate. “That’s what you did to me. All day. All fuckin’ day.”
His hips ground into you, slow and punishing, the hard length of him rubbing against you through the thin barrier of clothes. You couldn’t help the sound that slipped out, and that was his breaking point.
With a growl, his grip on your throat released, only to fist in your hair again. He shoved you forward, forcing you down. Your cheek hit the seat with a soft thud, the leather cold against your flushed skin.
“Ass up,” he barked, his palm striking your hip when you didn’t move fast enough.
You scrambled to obey, arching your back, presenting yourself exactly the way he wanted. His hand pressed firmly between your shoulder blades, pinning you there, while the other smoothed over the curve of your ass as if inspecting his work.
“Good girl,” he muttered darkly, almost to himself—before landing another stinging slap that made your body jolt against the seat.
You barely had time to breathe before his hand was on you again, yanking your panties to the side with no patience, the fabric biting into your skin. The cool air hit your heat for a split second—then his fingers were there.
He didn’t ease you into it. Two thick fingers shoved inside in one rough thrust, the stretch sudden, almost too much, pulling a ragged cry from your throat. His other hand stayed heavy on your back, pressing you down into the seat when your hips jerked at the intrusion.
“Already soaked,” he growled, fucking his fingers into you hard, the wet sound obscene in the cramped space. “Goddamn slut, acting like you didn’t want this all day.”
You whimpered, the sound muffled against the leather, and he laughed, low and mean. His pace was merciless, curling just enough to make your thighs tremble, his palm grinding against your clit with every thrust.
“Look at you,” he sneered, thrusting harder, rougher. “So desperate you’re dripping all over my hand. Couldn’t shut your mouth in the car, had to run your mouth, had to tease me. This what you wanted, doll? To get fucked like a dirty whore in the backseat?”
Another curl of his fingers made your body clench around him, and he hissed through his teeth, grinding against you from behind as if he couldn’t take it much longer either.
His fingers pounded into you until you were gasping, your nails clawing at the leather seats. Then he stilled, pulling them out suddenly and leaving you clenching around nothing.
“Maybe I need to teach you how to shut your mouth, huh?” he rasped, voice thick with lust and anger.
Before you could answer, he grabbed you by the hair again, yanking you upright and flipping you onto your back in the cramped space. The world tilted, your spine pressing into the seat, legs still tangled in your jeans. He pulled you up and eventually you landed on your knees and palms, facing him.
His hands were already at his belt, jerking it open with a metallic clink. The sound sent a shiver down your spine. His zipper came next, quick and rough, and then he was looming over you, cock heavy in his hand as he stroked himself once, twice, eyes burning into yours.
“Open,” he ordered, thumb dragging across your bottom lip.
Your lips parted instinctively, and he shoved himself past them with a guttural groan, forcing you to take him deep right from the start.
“That’s it,” he growled, his hand tightening in your hair as he thrust into your mouth, pace rough, unforgiving. “Fuckin’ knew it. My girl can’t keep quiet unless I stuff her full.”
Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as his cock hit the back of your throat, your hands scrambling for purchase on his thighs. He hissed, watching your lips stretch around him, the obscene sounds filling the car.
“Look at you,” he sneered, pulling back just enough to let you gasp a shaky breath before shoving himself back in. “Such a good little slut when I use you like this.”
His grip in your hair was unrelenting, dragging your head back just enough so he could watch himself disappear between your lips again. The stretch burned, your throat working around him as he forced himself deeper.
“Fuck, look at you choking on it,” he groaned, hips snapping forward with brutal rhythm. Every thrust made your eyes water, spit slicking your chin, the wet sounds obscene in the car.
When you tried to pull back for air, his metal hand shot up, clamping around your throat, keeping you exactly where he wanted you. “Nah, doll. You wanted my attention, now you’re gonna take it.”
Your whine vibrated around him, and he hissed, his cock twitching against your tongue. He let up just enough for you to suck, your cheeks hollowing, before he slammed forward again, making you gag.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” he growled, hips grinding against your mouth. “So needy you can’t stop drooling for it. That’s all you’re good for, huh? My mouthy little slut with her lips wrapped around my cock.”
He pulled out suddenly, a string of spit connecting your lips to his length, leaving you gasping and messy, tears streaking down your cheeks. His thumb swiped the corner of your mouth, pressing into your spit-slick lips as his chest heaved.
“Pathetic,” he muttered, but his cock was throbbing in his hand as he stroked himself, smearing your spit along his length. “Bet you’re soaking that pretty pussy while I use your throat.”
Then his hand was back in your hair, shoving you down on him again, deeper this time, until your nose pressed against his stomach and your throat spasmed around him. He held you there, groaning low in his chest.
“Take it,” he snarled, voice rough. “Take it all like the little whore you are.”
Your throat burned when he finally tore himself out of your mouth. He stared down at you like a man starved, pupils blown wide. His thumb brushed across your messy mouth before he grabbed the waistband of your panties and ripped them down your thighs in one impatient pull, tossing them aside.
Then his hand was on your jaw, tilting your head up so you had no choice but to meet his eyes. “I wanna see your face while I fuck you,” he rasped, voice low and wrecked.
He shoved you back onto the seat, your body sinking into the leather, legs spread wide as he crawled over you. The cramped space didn’t matter.
His cock dragged over your entrance, slick with spit and precum, and you whimpered at the tease. His hand pressed against your throat again, thumb stroking the frantic pulse there as he lined himself up.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his hips snapping forward, burying himself inside you with one rough thrust.
Your cry broke against his mouth as he swallowed it in a bruising kiss, his eyes locked on yours, watching every flicker of expression as he stretched you wide.
“Look at me,” he demanded, pulling back just enough to drive himself into you again, harder this time. “Don’t you fucking dare look away.”
His thrusts were brutal, slamming you back into the leather with every snap of his hips. The car rocked with the force, his chest pressing into yours, his hand tight around your throat as he fucked you deep.
You tried—you really tried—to hold his gaze. His eyes were wild, burning into you, demanding every ounce of you. But the pleasure was overwhelming, sparks running up your spine with every rough stroke, and your lids fluttered shut.
The sharp crack of his palm against your inner thigh made you yelp, your eyes flying open.
“Don’t,” he growled, his voice ragged but merciless. His hips didn’t slow, pistoning into you hard enough to steal your breath. “I told you to look at me.”
“I—” your voice broke, tears welling from the sting and the force of him.
“Say it.” His grip shifted, metal fingers digging into your thigh where he’d slapped you, holding you open for him. “Apologize.”
“I—I’m sorry,” you gasped, nails raking down his back, trying to ground yourself against the relentless pace.
His teeth grazed your jaw, his lips brushing your ear as he hissed, “That’s right. You’re sorry. But you’re still gonna take every inch of me while you look me in the eye like a good girl.”
He tilted your chin up with his vibranium hand, forcing your gaze back to his, his cock driving into you so deep you could barely breathe.
His thrusts were merciless, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing in the car, your body bouncing with every rough snap of his hips. His hand on your throat kept you steady.
“This is what you wanted, huh?” he snarled, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temple. “Teasing me, mouthing off, winding me up all day just so I’d fuck you like this. You feel good?”
Your mouth fell open, words tumbling out broken and breathless. “S’full…”
A low, guttural groan ripped from his chest, his hips grinding deeper into you, burying himself to the hilt. “Damn fucking right,” he growled, eyes locked on your wrecked expression. “Your tight little hole is taking me so well.”
He gave a sharp thrust that made you cry out, his lips curling into a dark grin. “Made for me, doll. Made to squeeze my cock till I lose my goddamn mind.”
He could feel it—the way your walls clenched down around him tighter, your nails digging into his shoulders, the desperate little sounds breaking past your lips.
“Mm, there it is,” he rasped, grinning down at you like he’d just won. His pace stayed brutal, unrelenting, driving you closer with every thrust. “You’re close, aren’t you? My greedy little slut’s about to fall apart.”
You whined, head tipping back, eyes squeezing shut as pleasure surged hot and unbearable.
The sharp sting of his palm came down on your thigh again, jolting you back into focus. His hand on your throat flexed, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me. You don’t get to come unless I say so.”
Your lips trembled. “B-Bucky, please—”
He let out a dark laugh, hips grinding deep inside you, holding you there, cock pulsing against your walls. “Please what? You want to come? Say it. Beg for it, doll.”
“I—fuck—I need it,” you gasped, hips bucking against his, chasing every bit of friction. “Please, Bucky, I need to come—please let me—”
He groaned at the sound of your voice breaking, his cock twitching inside you. His forehead pressed to yours, sweat slick, eyes burning into you.
“That’s it,” he growled, pounding into you harder, rougher, making the car rock on its axles. “Beg for me. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Y-you,” you gasped, voice high and broken, “I belong to you, Bucky—please—”
That snapped the last thread of his restraint. His teeth bared in a groan, his hips slamming into you with devastating force. “That’s my girl,” he growled, the words rough, wrecked. “Come for me. Right now.”
The command ripped through you like lightning. Your body seized, walls clamping down around him as your orgasm tore through you, hot and overwhelming. You cried out his name, nails raking down his back, every nerve on fire.
But he didn’t stop.
Even as your body shook, even as your thighs trembled and you tried to wriggle away from the relentless stimulation, he kept pounding into you, each thrust harder, deeper, forcing your body to take it.
“Too much?” he sneered, hand tightening on your throat as he dragged your hips higher against him. “No, baby. You wanted this. You begged for this.”
Your cries turned into broken sobs of pleasure as the overstimulation burned, your body clenching again against your will. His cock pulsed inside you, dragging every aftershock into something sharper, unbearable.
His metal hand clamped your hip, pinning you in place, forcing you to take every inch. His mouth pressed against your ear, his voice low and feral.
“I’m not gonna stop until you cream my cock, you hear me?” he snarled, punctuating the words with a savage snap of his hips that made you cry out.
“Bucky—please—” you whimpered, the overstimulation bordering on unbearable, your walls fluttering helplessly around him.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Milk me, doll. Soak me. I wanna feel this tight little pussy gush all over my cock.”
Your cries turned desperate, pleasure mounting again despite the tears streaking your cheeks. He shifted, grinding deep into that perfect spot, and your whole body jolted.
“Fuck yes,” he hissed, eyes locked on your face, watching you unravel. „Give it to me.”
Your body quaked, walls clenching down impossibly tight around him as your second orgasm ripped through you, dragging a strangled cry from your throat. Your hands fisted in the leather, nails scraping his back as waves of pleasure slammed over you again and again.
He didn’t relent—he held you there, grinding mercilessly, riding your orgasms like they were fuel to his fire. You could feel him twitch, his hips stuttering as the pressure built impossibly high.
“Look at you,” he groaned, voice thick, rough, lost in lust. “Such a fucking whore. So fucking good. Taking me while you’re still coming…”
Then, with a guttural roar, he gave one final brutal thrust, hips snapping hard, and his release ripped through him, hot and deep inside you. His cock pulsed, filling you completely, leaving you trembling and soaked with the evidence of him buried inside your tight little cunt.
You were spent, shivering from the intensity, your body still clenching reflexively around his throbbing length. His chest heaved against yours, breath ragged, hand still firm on your hip.
Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled out, leaving you empty for just a heartbeat. His eyes flicked down, drinking in the mess you’d both made, then snapped back up to yours, dark and demanding.
“Buck—?” you whimpered, breathless, heart still racing.
Without a word, he flipped you over, pulling by your hair, pressing your hips back to him, and shoved his fingers inside you, thick and slick. You gasped as he scissored them, dragging every drop of his cum from your soaked pussy.
“Gonna take it all, doll,” he rasped, grinding his hips against your back as if he couldn’t resist making sure you swallowed every bit of him. “All mine. Don’t you dare waste a single drop.”
Your whines turned desperate, your body still trembling, but he held you in place, relentless, possessive, making sure you felt every inch of what you’d done together.
He groaned low, leaning close, his chest pressing to your back, metal fingers still teasing over your slick folds. “Fuck… I should be done with you…” His voice was ragged, rough, almost breathless. “…but you just look so good like this.”
You whimpered, pressing your face into the seat, voice shaking. “Buck, please—”
That was all it took. His hips slammed into you from behind, thick and hard, filling you with one savage thrust. You gasped, nails scrabbling over the leather, your back arching as he gripped your hips, holding you tight against him.
“Goddamn, sweetheart,” he growled, voice low and rough in your ear. “I just can’t get enough of you like this.”
He didn’t give you a chance to catch your breath, pounding into you hard, relentless, each thrust dragging you closer to the edge again, making you moan and cry out against the seat.
“You feel that?” he hissed, jaw tight, eyes dark. “Still dripping for me… still taking every inch.”
You gasped, body trembling violently with every merciless thrust, and tried to pull back slightly. “Bucky… ’s too much…”
His grip on your hips tightened instantly, holding you fast. A low, rough rumble came from his chest as he pressed closer, his forehead brushing yours. “Shhh… I know, baby,” he murmured, voice ragged but softening just enough to make your chest flutter. “I know… but you can take it.”
He slowed just enough for you to catch your breath, thumbs stroking over your trembling sides, but didn’t stop. Every pulse of him inside you was still relentless, but his words wrapped around you, grounding you even as your body screamed in overstimulated pleasure.
“You’re doing so good,” he growled against your ear, lips brushing the shell. “So tight, so wet… my perfect little slut. You can handle this. You always do.”
Your moans were shaky, desperate, but you obeyed, letting yourself ride the edge of everything he was giving you. His roughness hadn’t lessened, but the warmth in his voice made it… bearable.
Your chest heaved, hips trembling with the relentless pace, and you whimpered, voice shaky. “Bucky… just—please… just slow down…”
He froze for a heartbeat, just long enough to press a kiss to your shoulder, then tilted your head with his fingers tangled in your hair. “Oh yeah?” he murmured, voice low and teasing, hips still brushing against you. “Where did your attitude go, huh?”
You shivered, cheeks heating, but couldn’t argue. He chuckled darkly, brushing your hair back from your face, before finally easing the speed of his thrusts. Each roll of his hips was still deep, still possessive, but deliberate now, letting you adjust, letting you breathe.
“Better?” he growled softly, lips brushing your ear.
„Mhm… Feels so nice…” you whimpered.
He eased into a steady rhythm, slow and punishing, each thrust filling you completely, pressing you against the seat. His hands were firm on your hips, guiding you, holding you tight as he sank deep inside you over and over.
Your body trembled under him, walls fluttering helplessly with each slow roll of his hips. The overstimulation from earlier hadn’t left, and every inch of him hitting that perfect spot sent sparks of pleasure tearing through you.
“Bucky… I—” you gasped, nails digging into the seats, chest heaving.
He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, growling low and guttural. “I know, baby… I know,” he murmured, voice ragged. “You feel so good… so perfect… just like this.”
Then, without warning, your body clenched around him, walls squeezing him in a flood of pleasure. Your cry was muffled against the seat as your orgasm ripped through you, long and intense, muscles quivering with the depth of it.
He held you there, rocking slow, deep strokes still driving into you, not letting the moment end. Your moans mixed with his low growls, the car filled with the sounds of both of you lost in the heat of it.
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