Quick | Mutually Beneficial | Bucky Barnes x Reader | 1.2k words
The post mission adreneline has you and Bucky feeling frisky in the elevator, better be quick about it!
Content: adult content, dom/sub dynamics, dom!Bucky, sub!reader, spanking, implied sex tape. No use of y/n, use of honorifics and pet names - "Sarge" & "Baby doll".
Masterlist | Marvel | Mutually Beneficial | Bucky Barnes
The debrief was short and boring, the mission had been easy. You and Bucky turned up, he covered your back, extracted some files and you were both back to the base for a night cap and bed. Everything went according to plan you quipped, flicking a thumb drive over the table. "Can we go?"
Missions with Bucky were...foreplay at best. Sexual tension crackling under the post mission haze of adrenaline, relief, admiration.
The lift door opened, Bucky stepping in first "give way to your elders," he grinned turning to hold the door while you entered.
"You're lucky I like watching you walk away. That how you treat a lady?" You pouted as you settled against the back wall of the lift, admiring the tight curve of his tactical uniform.
"I dunno, you see a lady we can ask her," Bucky let a little smile play in the corner of his mouth, leaning against the doors and matching your stance
"The absolute cheek. I thought you were a gentleman! "
"I think we both know better than that, don't we?" Bucky lifted an eyebrow, a familiar smirk spreading across his face.
"We do."
He was on you so quickly you barely noticed, lifted into his arms, trapped between the solid metal of the elevator walk and his firm torso.
You kissed him back, wrapping your legs around his waist and grinding against him.
With a groan the lift stopped moving, the lights flickering.
"Shit," you mumbled, bracing yourself again the side, sliding from him arms.
"Shit," Bucky echoed, his vivarium arm still tight against your back.
Despite his teasing, he really was a gent, he'd never let you get hurt, he always had your back, that's why your missions ran so smoothly.
With his spare hand he pressed the emergency button.
Nothing.
"The systems should be back online, I'm sure." He tried to reassure you.
"This is your fault." he leaned over you, his hands trailing up your side.
"Is that so? I think it was you that smashed the panel while you were kissing me."
"I had to, couldn't keep my hands off you. Your fault," leant down further into your space, his breath tickling your cheek.
"I guess I'll need to be punished then..." You drawled trailing a hand down his chest, playing with the straps holding his shoulder holster in place.
In a flash he flipped you round, face pressed against the cold metal wall, a hand on the nape of your neck keeping you there.
Hot breath ghosted across your ear, down, into your shoulder, tickling the back of your neck.
"You wanna be punished, huh?" He bit gently where your suit ended and the soft flesh of your neck burned.
Pushing a hand between you and the wall to grasp the metal zipper of your suit he eased the tight fabric from you, rucking it down to your knees, your legs trapped together.
"Uh huh - yes," you wiggled your ass a little, catching the bulge in his own suit leaving you both groaning, you pushed back harder, grinding against the ridges of his tactical suit and belt.
"Stay still," his vibranium hand returned to your shoulders, holding you against the wall of the elevator.
"Shall we say, 10?" The intonation at the end letting you know this was a good moment to pull out, to safe word, if this wasn't what you wanted.
"10, I'll count them," you grinned.
"Good girl, Babydoll." His sweet words came at the same time as the first slap against the back of your thighs.
"One."
The second spank was higher, against the curve of your ass.
"Two."
Bucky kept a steady pace for the next few, making sure your skin underneath was warm before changing location.
"Three."
He covered the swell of your ass and the back of your thighs until your skin was tingling with need, your thighs clenching together.
"Four."
You choked back your moan, biting your lip.
"Five."
You pushed your ass our further and felt your pussy lips part a little at the new angle.
"Six."
Would he be able to see the way you were spread for him? The way he smirked when you looked over your shoulder told you that he was well aware of how you were feeling.
"Seven."
You wiggled, hoping he'd notice how much you needed him.
"You're doing so well. Not long now, Babydoll."
You were wet through already, thankful for the sensible black cotton panties you wore beneath your suit, despite the feel of them sticking to your lips.
His hands stilled, his nose back against your neck, rough scruff scratching at your smooth skin.
"You know you can't hide from me, I can smell how much you like this," he groaned, kissing over the sensitive skin.
Bucky's hands moved you round again, back against the wall this time.
"Strip," he commanded before stepping back, watching intently as you stumbled out of your suit. "Spread 'em." You let your feet slide further apart, using the wall for support. "Further," his boot pushed against your still booted foot until you were even smaller against the wall, vulnerable and trembling under his gaze.
Exactly where you liked to be.
"Where were we?"
"Seven, Sarge." You gasped, desperate for his touch again even if it was to spank you.
He moved so quickly you didn't realise he was starting again.
"Eight."
Bucky's hand landed across the front of your panties, fingers curling into the damp fabric and he hummed in approval. His left hand held the waist band of your knickers, pulling until they were taught, the dim hum of his metal fingers whirring. The wet outline of your folds was clear, clinging to the cotton.
"Nine." You almost screamed out the number, his hand catching your clit perfectly, caught as it was between the taught elastic of your panties.
"Ten." You sagged against the wall, Bucky's hands lifting you again, pining you there while his warm palms roamed over your tortured skin.
"You did so well, Babydoll, let's get you dressed."
He helped you back into the suit, being especially careful when pulling it over your legs and ass, just in time for the lift to ding and the doors to open, his hand still on your zipper.
On the other side of the door Yelena and John stood smirking, a small thumb drive twirling between Yelena's fingers.
Bucky's hands pulled away as if the metal zipper were red hot, tucking them politely behind his back instead in an awkward imitation of parade rest. John winked at him.
"Thought you might want a copy of this," Yelena flicked the drive in Bucky's direction, a deft hand flying out to catch it.
"Son of a bitch, the cameras." He muttered.
"The cameras," John echoed, a boyish grin taking over his face. "We thought you'd get up to something, good job you've got friends like us?" He cuffed Bucky on the shoulder as the four of you headed towards the kitchen.
As you fell into step beside Yelena you leaned in to whisper, "can...can I have a copy? I'm worried he'll throw that away."
Yelena nodded, a knowing smile crossing her face.
In the privacy of your rooms, Bucky slid the thumb drive into his bedside table. You were going on a two week mission soon, he'd need something to get him through it.
