Could you elaborate on Sansa recognising her complicity in playing a role in Theon's captivity and how does that correlate with her captivity in hands of the Lannister regime?
Ya!
I did like a little graphic here sort of focusing on the hostage aspect with the point being they often parallel each other in How They Cope and that there are obvious parallels between how the two are treated as hostages.
So for example - that devastating "she was a good girl and always remembered her courtesies." I contrast that with the line about Theon smiling too much because in both cases, they're wearing a mask. Theon acts the way he does because of the situation he has grown up in. He is made to carry Ice, and he reflects on how much it freaked him out-
Lord Eddard had tried to play the father from time to time, but to Theon he had always remained the man who'd brought blood and fire to Pyke and taken him from his home. As a boy, he had lived in fear of Stark's stern face and great dark sword. His wife was, if anything, even more distant and suspicious.
Sansa makes herself smaller in order to survive her situation but Theon seems to decide at some point that if these people are going to hate him then he is going to earn that hatred and suspicion. Her courtesy as a vapid little good girl and his very ironborn type grossness are them taking the thing that people consider stupid & wrong and making it the thing that protects them emotionally. Theon does that literally from the first page - he holds Ice for Ned (very similar to Joffrey making Sansa kiss his sword - this is being done to let them know that a sword still hangs over their head, whether Ned realizes exactly how violent this is, it is what he is doing), then kicks the head of gareth. Feels small, and does something gross to make himself feel bigger. Sansa does similar stuff just in a more positive way - the Lannisters makes her feel small, and she will do something that makes her feel bigger. She snaps about Robb killing Joffrey, she saves Dontos after Joffrey has spent the day picking at her, she specifially takes over as Lady Of The Castle from Cersei during the Battle of the Blackwater after Cersei has spent hours drunkenly mocking her.
So first, that idea of Sansa recognizing her own complicity starts with recognizing that their situations as hostages were eerily similar. Robb rises in rebellion, Balon rises in rebellion. The Starks bring fire & blood to the Ironborn, the Lannisters bring fire & blood to the Riverlands and the North. Sansa is not allowed to go home, Theon is not allowed to go home. Cersei attempts to "teach" Sansa and expects loyalty in return for not keeping her chained up in the dungeons, Ned attempts to "teach" Theon and expects loyalty in return for not keeping him chained up in the dungeons (Rodrick explicitly says so!). The Lannisters believe her blood to be tainted by both her traitorous family and her inherent "otherness" as a Northerner, and the Starks believe Theon to be tainted both by his traitorous family and his inherent "otherness" as Ironborn.
And that's not even where it ends - both their mothers lose their minds over grief, both lose older brothers to this rebellion, both wind up being "accidental" heirs whose claims are being sought after very explicitly by the people who stole them from their homes and kept them as hostages. Both have an "out of the frying pan, into the fire" escape that's pretty heavy on the corruption & underworld imagery when Theon goes from being a hostage of the Starks to the plaything of Ramsay and Sansa goes from being a hostage of the Lannisters to something much more nebulous and uncertain as Littlefucker's obsession. Both of them are forced to choose between the family they are ~marrying~ into (Theon as the Stark whore, Sansa as Joffrey's fiance) and their birth families and both of them objectively choose wrong (and interestingly, this choice is a contrast between them - Theon should have chosen the brother who does love him in Robb, while Sansa should have chosen the biological family who she maybe does not understand but does wholeheartedly love) ("oh it's not a betrayal because-" right yes, that's another element of parallel here, is that you can't quite call what either of them do as a betrayal yet both they and the people around them categorize it as such!) Did they react differently to their circumstances? No doubt. But regardless, they have lived incredibly similar lives.
So how is Sansa complicit in this? Well I talked aboutt his before, withthe bedding ritual, and how I think it's meant to make everyone complicit to some level in structural sexual abuse. No one has clean hands. So the same way that Theon takes his own rage at his trauma out on the smallfolk of Winterfell, literally re-enacting his own status as a hostage by putting a noose around Beth's neck and threatening Rodrik with hanging her. He's mad at them, at all of them, for hating him and not understanding why he hates & loves the Starks so much - they stood there, for years, and watched Ned put a noose around his neck and that was fine but when he does the same to Beth now that is a terrible crime. But why? Why is what Sansa experiences in the capital somehow worse than what Theon experiences in Winterfell? Why is her gilded prison a tragedy while his is what he deserves? Being so alienated from his fmaily and culture and made to think that his very blood is "tainted" drives him insane and while the smallfolk are innocent it is in fact The Starks as a unit, has a family, as a whole, as a house, that do this to him. Yes he's responsible for what he does at Winterfell. But you simply cannot set someone up for failure and then pretend like you have no culpability in why they failed.
And Sansa's whole story is looking at why her family failed and figuring out a different way. She is knocked for being a passive character but her passivity comes from watching the people around her acting up and learning from what they do. And part of Ned's "sins" so to speak involve the way he treats Theon so it follows part of Sansa's arc will involve rethinking the entire concept of taking a hostage to ensure good behavior - and it also follows that part of that arc will include actually thinking through the way her family treated their own hostage. She knows that no matter what circumstances you are in living in, being a hostage is terrifying and dangerous. She knows what it is to be young and far from home and all alone and deeply afraid. And she witnessed what it feels to be treated like she was anyone in the house, like she was one of them when she wasn't when it comes to Myrcela, Tommen, and Margaery post marriage. And she couldn't tell them she was afraid, and she couldn't explain why she was really there and no one else was. Once upon a time she was Myrcella, she was Tommen, she was Megga and Elinor and Alla, and she watched Theon turn himself into a sharp, pathetic, nasty man as a trauma response to experiencing exactly what she experienced. I think a Sansa that is in control of her life would in fact see this similarity and it would make her think about what she would do in this situation that is different than Ned, and that in turn would make her soften towards THeon and understand why he "turned his cloak" against her family. After all, she never meant to hurt Tyrion, but she had to escape; Theon in the end, didn't wish any harm on Bran or Robb or Rickon but he had to escape.
i honestly don’t talk enough about theonsa on my blog which is a shame because they’re the whole reason i really got into the fandom side of asoiaf way wayyy back in 2019 <3
i originally wrote this in 2022 as a planned one-shot for that years theonsa week, but never got around to posting it 💔
The sight of metal caught her eye. She gazed at the earnest silver band that rested upon his ring finger, the material proof of their love warming her heart despite knowing it existed beyond that. It was just nice, sometimes, to remember they were married. That this was marriage. Simple, calm waters. Not fiery, or tumultuous, or everything else she thought love was supposed to be when she was younger.
“Sansa?” His voice, deeply concerned, snapped her from her thoughts. “You alright?”
His gaze was steady and cautious, born from a silent understanding between them. It happened, sometimes, where they could both get spacey. As their minds drifted back to the darker days before they’d ever found their own peace together.
“I’m fine.” She found herself staring at the scar just near his brow before she let her attention focus back onto his eyes. “I was just admiring your hands.”
“My hands?” He asked incredulously.
“Hmhmm.” Sansa nodded with a reassuring smile on her lips. “Particularly that one, right there.” She pointed to his left hand, which was still covered in suds from the sink.
“What–” Theon looked down at his own hand, a look of confusion across his features until it slowly dawned on him why she was admiring him so, “Oh, I see.”
“Do you?” She questioned with a teasing lilt to her voice.
“I do.” He nodded in confirmation as he swiped his hand under the running water to clean off the rest of the soap. “But don’t you think that’s a tad braggadocious, Sans? I mean, it’s a lovely ring, but to admire your own handiwork like that ....”
She had to fight back a fit of laughter, her attempt turning into a barely contained smirk.
“What can I say? I made a good choice.” She replied.
“On the ring?” Theon quirked his head to the side, “Or the husband?”
Eddie starts wearing more rings, specifically on every finger but his left ring finger, because he finds it endlessly amusing to constantly tease Steve with "when are you gonna complete the set, baby?" as he wiggles his fingers at him, clink clink, whenever they've got a Safe audience.
It's amusing to a point, but when he does it at the little Roof-Gang-Reunion for the twenty-fifth time, when they're at opposite ends of the sprawl of adults across their Philly hangout, Jonathan turns to Steve and snaps, "would you just ask him already? It's been years, you're killing me, here!"
He stuns the room into a temporary silence, but Steve and Eddie look at each other quizically after a moment.
Eddie shrugs, palms up, clinking his rings deliberately, I dunno, what do you think?
Steve bounces his head side to side, shoulders lifting slightly, a high pitched "mh" escaping his nose. eh, why not?
Steve takes off his graduation ring, one of the few pieces of jewellery he wears outside of a watch (and a gym whistle at work, if that counts), and tosses it across their sprawled out friends to Eddie, laughing when he fumbles it.
It takes a second for Eddie to recover, but he soon has a green gemmed class of '85 Graduation ring on his finger, inspecting it somewhat dramatically before showing it to Robin and Nancy like a swooning bride-to-be.
The funny part is they're not even dating, they're just roommates.
Naturally they commit too hard to the bit to rile Jonathan up, and the air in the trailer is charged with a new but not unwelcome energy when they return home a few days later.
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Bonus Lore:
The only reason Steve wears his graduation ring is because shortly after they put down a deposit on a trailer together, Eddie rummaged through Steve's old stuff on moving in day and found it, then proceeded to ask if he could wear it.
Part of Eddie's reasoning was, naturally, a big fat gay crush, but his excuse was he never got one of his own, and honestly that did always bother him.
Eddie's graduation was a mess, he didn't initially graduate in '86 because of the accusations. Then due to being declared dead during the rifts opening up, it turned out he miraculously had gotten the grades required to graduate so was post-humously graduated, and then, THEN, when it turns out he's not dead or a murdering cultist, Hawkins High tried to rescind his fucking diploma, and when the gang argued their way out of that, Eddie couldn't afford the bastard ring anyway.
But hey, it may have been via an unintentional proposal, but Eddie got his way eventually, and even when he goes back to less rings he keeps that one on.
much to Steve's chagrin tbh "can I have that back now? We're not fake-engaged anymore." "nuh uh no takebacks, Harrington, this baby's mine."
Steve's grandma Norma moves in with the Harringtons after her husband passes and Steve has the time of his life.
He's thirteen at the time and it's such a change for him. Suddenly Steve has someone in his life that cares deeply about him, that loves spending time with him and never makes him feel like a burden.
It's so different from how his life has been with his parents, it's so much better.
As the years go by, Steve spends a lot of time with his grandma. His friends mock him because of this and, needless to say, they don't stay friends for too long after that.
But it's fine, Steve doesn't need Tommy or Carol or Billy, he finds better friends in Robin and Nancy and, shockingly, in the group of kids he starts babysitting in his free time, especially Dustin and Erica.
His father doesn't approve this. The Hagans and Perkins have been their friends for years, and their families have benefited from this alliance of theirs in a lot of ways; ending that because of some silly teasing is stupidity.
Norma Harrington thinks otherwise, and hers is the only opinion Steve cares about, so he doesn't go back on his word. His friendship with Tommy and Carol is done, and he moves on easily from that.
When Steve graduates, his grandma is right there with him when he informs his dad that he won't be getting a business degree, and that he's going to get his certifications to become a teacher instead. It's not easy, his dad is furious and his mom is confused, but his grandma is there to support him so Steve stands his ground.
His father doesn't show up when Steve leaves for college. That's his loss, really.
At twenty-two, Steve moves back to Hawkins. He rents an apartment downtown, close to Melvald's and starts teaching PE and Sex Ed, as well as coaching the baseball team and it's everything Steve ever wanted in his life.
His grandma comes over at least twice a week, and Steve visits her every weekend. They have brunch together, she teaches him to knit and crochet and they watch telenovelas and drink tea and bake.
Norma is seventy-one when she has a bad fall and breaks her leg.
Steve freaks out. Her surgery goes well but it still takes her months to recover. And even after she does, it still takes her months of PT to get back on her feet.
Steve takes her to every single one of her PT sessions.
Ever the optimist, Norma faces each session with a smile on her face and fierce determination. She befriends the therapists, the patients, the nurses.
Every time Steve is there to pick her up, she's always chatting and laughing with someone. Most of the times, it's a serious looking man, around fifty or so, named Wayne that's been visiting the clinic to take care of a shoulder injury he got at work. Despite the hard exterior, Wayne is always kind to Norma, and he always greets Steve with a small smile and a firm handshake.
"I was talking to Wayne yesterday," his grandma says, during one of their brunches. "And he said his nephew just moved here. He's opening the record store close to Family Video."
"The one with the metal posters and the giant bat on the wall?"
"Yes, that one. Wayne said Eddie's always been fascinated by anything music related, and he's been saving up for years to open his own store."
"But why Hawkins? We're not exactly a large town or anything."
"Wayne is the only family he has. I guess he just wants to be close."
Steve is not even surprised when, a week later, his grandma tells him she invited Wayne and Eddie over to have dinner with them.
"Eddie still doesn't have many friends here, and he's about your age, darling," she explains as she sets four plates on Steve's dinner table. "Who knows, maybe you'll like him."
And like him Steve does.
Eddie is... interesting.
A little loud, a lot dramatic but in a funny way. He has the best stories about the time he was a bartender in Chicago, and some creepy ones about the time he worked as a janitor in a morgue in Indy.
Add to that the fact that Eddie is also pretty fucking hot, and it's not surprising at all when Steve finds himself nursing an embarrassing crush in less than a month into their friendship.
It will take Steve at least a couple more months for him to grow enough courage to open his heart to Eddie. When he finally does, Eddie is going to kiss him dumb before Steve can even finish the little speech he had rehearsed over and over again with his grandma for a week.
When the boys move in together, Wayne and Norma are gonna celebrate their successful matchmaking work with a bottle of wine and a telenovela marathon.
Robin, Eddie and Dustin all try to convince Steve to win Nancy back up until one day when they're hanging out at Steve's and Robin asks, "So what actually happened between the two of you anyway?"
Cut to half an hour later where all three of them are looking at him wide eyed and Dustin speaks up.
"So ignore our advice. That was a bad call. Jesus Steve, she was gonna shoot you in the face and you still dated her after that?"
"That part I understand actually," Eddie says. Robin nods in agreement. "But yeah no, Henderson is right. Do not take our advice."
"I love both of you but the two of you together sounds like a disaster," Robin comments. "I don't know if I'm equipped for that level of drama."
Steve huffs out a laugh and says, "Robin, you live for drama."
Then he adds. "But don't worry, I wasn't planning on getting back with her anyway. I love her too much as a friend and she's noticed I can't stop staring at Eddie's mouth any time he talks so that ship has sailed."
"Oh thank god," Robin says as the other two let out a breath of relief.
Then, like the worlds slowest computer switching on, Eddie's face turns confused. Steve grins to himself and gets up to go to the kitchen.
"Wait, he can't stop staring at Eddie's mouth? But I'm Eddie." He looks at Robin and Dustin for answers. "I am Eddie. Right?"
"That you are," says Robin.
"Why are my two closest friends complete idiots?" Dustin grumbles.
"But like, are you guys sure there isn't another Eddie or-"
This is found out when they're being dorks and wrestling over the TV remote because Eddie will not watch breakfast club again. But quickly learns that unsurprisingly, Steve is stronger than him. He enters feral racoon mode and bites Steve's shoulder.
Steve goes red.
And Eddie has now unlocked a new move to pester Steve with.
anyone else wish they would get roped into a freaky friday body swap situation just for the hope that the other person will go "oh jesus fuck how do you live like this" and instantly validate your feelings of being Strange and Built Wrong.
Carry on from this one-shot (Perfect) Due to popular demand. It follows the story after the motel, and has the reader and Bucky admitting their feelings for one another, as well as smut. <3
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Rough sex, Marking, Vaginal Sex, Nipple Play, No Protection Used, Use of 'Good Girl', Fluff - Let me know if I've forgotten anything!
Words: 3,487
AN: You really liked the first part (And can I just say, wow, thank you so much for all the likes/comments/reblogs.) I wasn't going to write more for them, but all the hype, hyped me up and I wrote this. I hope you enjoy! <3
Click here for first part
"Fuck...Bucky!" You whimpered, sure your voice was muffled by the pillow your face was currently pressed against, but he heard you, a soft, animalistic growl left his mouth as he gripped your hips tighter, the sound of slapping echoed through his bedroom as the two of you tried to stay quiet. It had been two months since the motel, two months since you started fucking - as friends - two months of pretending like nothing had changed in front of your friends during the day, and then being consumed by the other at night.
Bucky's metal hand moved from the tight grip he had on your hip, slowly he traced his fingertips up the curve of your back until his fingers were holding the back of your neck, you lifted slightly to give him more space to hold you as his hips stuttered in their movements, he was manhandling you like an animal, his thrusts uncoordinated, his metal hand would surely leave marks in your hips, not that you minded, having Bucky mark you had become a thing you liked. Especially when they were in hidden places, a dirty secret only the two of you knew about.
Your fingertips hurt from grabbing the sheets beneath you, the bed banged hard against the wall. Bucky's grunts were growing louder, more erratic.
"Gon' fucking fill you up" He grunts, slamming his hips into you once more, filling you with his seed, he flopped onto you, and your hips fell to the bed. You looked over to the clock on Bucky's bedroom wall, it was 2am... you had started at 11pm. Chuckling softly, you and Bucky move around to lie next to one another, the only sound in the dark room being the sounds of your breaths.
"Think the team are catching on.." He mutters, his eyes were closed, the side of his face was lying against your shoulder, your legs tangled at the bottom of the bed, if someone were to look over you both, they would surely have a difficult time seeing where you started and Bucky ended. He was on his side, pressed against your side, as you laid on your back, your chest still rising quickly with your breathlessness.
"Oh?" You question, usually it was a quick goodnight and then straight to falling asleep. And then sneaking out in the morning.
"Mmm" Bucky murmurs. "Yeah, Steve mentioned something"
"And what did Steve mention?" You ask, a soft smile on your lips as Bucky moved to snuggle closer to you, his beard tickled your shoulder, you moved one arm to lightly trace shapes into his arm, dragging your fingers from the crook of his elbow down to his wrist, and then back up again. Bucky moved with you, moving his arm to wrap around your front, his hand moving slightly under you as he held you close.
Neither of you would admit it, but you both loved these moments, the soft, quiet moments after the excitement of the sex. Usually the moments were full of gentle movements, Bucky would listen to soothing hum of your heart beating, you would tune in to the comforting sound of his breath as he fell asleep. It was tranquil, and it should of scared you, should of scared Bucky. Sure, once you hated another another, but now... It was like your souls were one, and it didn't scare you.
"Said it looked like we enjoyed arguing now" Bucky mumbles. "Then asked if something had happened"
You smiled softly at his mumbled words, his lips moved against the skin of your shoulder as he spoke, he was slipping further and further into sleep, and it might of been the cutest thing ever, not something you had ever noticed before, but then again, you both had been noticing soft, adorable things about the other recently.
"And what did you say?" You ask, you felt your eyes start to feel heavier than before, you both knew if you fell asleep now, you'd have a horrible time washing up later, usually Bucky would clean you up, either with a cloth, or his tongue. And then it would be followed up with a shower, but you had both finished a mission a few hours ago, and it was a hard one, you needed to let off steam, you were both exhausted.
"Didn't say nothing" Bucky mumbles, obviously further into the world of sleep. "Got interrupted"
"I've gotta shower Bucks" You whisper. He makes a small movement to sit up, but moves an inch and flops back down.
"Lemmie help"
You giggle softly as you detach yourself from him. "No, you sleep. I'll be okay"
He mumbles something else, you grab your clothes, redressing yourself, it didn't take you long, once you were dressed you stood next to the bed, looking down at the sleeping man for a second, you had always thought Bucky looked calmer during sleep, except now it felt different. You knew it did, you both knew when you started this kind of relationship what it would probably inevitably end up being. You hadn't expected it to hit you as hard as it had. Yet you hadn't admitted it out loud. You weren't sure if Bucky felt the same.
"Goodnight Bucky" You whisper into the dark room before leaving as quietly as you could. Your bedroom felt like it was a mile away, it wasn't, but you did need to take two lifts to get there. Tony and his ridiculous buildings. You were glad that it was so late in the night, you really didn't want the team to see you like this, your hair was a mess, tied up into a rough bun, but the earlier activities had messed it was further. And rather than wearing your mission clothes, you were wearing a pair of cosy shorts, and a shirt of Bucky's.
One elevator down, one more to go, you walked down the corridor, it was dark, but at least most of the wall was window, though you didn't stare out the window for too long as you walked, your brain would trick you into seeing something for sure.
"What are you doing awake?" The voice startled you, making you physically jump as you walked, you stopped, turning on the spot.
"Stevie, can't sleep?" You ask him, hoping he would happily focus on himself and not you. But this was Steve, mister 'I care about you, you can talk to me'
"Answer my question first" He says sternly, though a small knowing smile played on his lips.
"Uhh, I couldn't sleep, needed a walk" You answer with a shrug, hoping he would believe your pathetic attempt of a lie.
"A walk, hmm?" He questions, his eyebrow raised, as did a smirk on his lips. "And where does wearing Bucky's top fit into your evening walk?"
Fuck.
"Uhhh" You stammered. Of course he knew you were wearing Bucky's clothes, they were best friends for fuck's sake.
"I had a feeling you were together, your arguments, they have felt too flirty these past weeks" Steve says with a grin, he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest, his eyes glittering in the dimly lit hallway.
"Oh, we're not together" You say with a shrug. "Just sleeping together"
You wanted to laugh aloud when you noticed the pink twinge to Steve's cheeks, it was hard to believe Bucky came from the same era as Steve. Steve was always so blushy and quiet about such things, whereas Bucky, had a filthy mouth.
"Ah...right.." Steve says, his voice a little tigher than before.
"Yeah... plus I don't think Bucky likes me past the...uhh sleeping together" You say, shrugging again, it felt good to talk to someone about it. You hadn't even realised you wanted to talk to someone about it. "I better go, it's late and all"
Steve nods, agreeing with you. "You say that, but I've never seen Bucky look at someone the way he looks at you, goodnight" And with that he turned around and walked off, leaving you alone once more. As you walked back to your own room, you thought over Steve's words....How did Bucky look at you? Like he looked at everyone else, right?
Rolling your eyes at your own thoughts, you finally got that shower and crawled into your own bed, falling asleep, your thoughts clouded by a certain soldier.
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Another month goes by, and the routine sticks, Bucky and you would mission together, and then sleep together, until one weekend, the team were all gone, except you and Bucky.
You had decided to take full advantage of the movie room Tony had installed, you had a bucket of sweet popcorn in front of you on the table, a few cans of coke, and a few packets of chocolate, just to make sure you were covered for your movie marathon. You switched on Twilight, deciding it was a Twilight day,
You were half way through the third movie when the door opened, you looked up, knowing it could only be one person.
"There you are" Bucky murmurs as he walks down to the couch you were sitting on. He flops himself down and grabs a handful of popcorn. You were surprised he was quiet for the next few minutes, his eyes glued to the screen playing the movie, as he crunched the sweet treats.
"What's this flicker you're watching?" He asks, his metal hand came down to rest on your thigh, holding you idly. Touch had become such a normal thing between you both, you had never felt so comfortable with someone. Nor had Bucky.
"Uhh Eclipse" You answer, a small blush coming to your cheeks. Luckily for you, Bucky didn't know how awful these films were considered. You were glad for it, not feeling like defending the movies today.
"So wait...which one does she like?" He asks, you look to him for a moment, giggling under your breath as you watch his brows furrow.
"Technically, both" You answer with a smirk. "She loves Edward, but she also loves Jacob, it's a whole thing with the movie before"
"Who does she pick?" He asks.
"Edward, they get married in next movie" You explain. "I was never team Edward"
"Team Edward? So you're team Jacob?" He asks, and you smiled, never had someone taken an interest in these silly movies you loved so much.
"No" You say, laughing a little. "I think secretly I was always team Paul, he's one of the wolves"
Bucky stays quiet for a little while longer, though he had a lot of questions about the flicker. He watched as Edward proposes to Bella in his bedroom, he made a face, scrunching his nose in distaste.
"I can't imagine why she even fancies him, that's not romantic at all!" Bucky cries, pointing at the screen, you want to laugh, but you also don't want to make Bucky feel self-conscious. You watch the couple on the screen and find yourself imagining you and Bucky doing romantic things, maybe not being proposed to in the bedroom, but the other things, like camping together, huddling for warmth.
"Doll" Bucky says randomly, you look to him, your smile falling when you notice the serious look over his features. The screen emulated his perfect blue eyes, causing you to swoon just a little. "I actually came in here to talk to you about something, would that be okay?"
You nod, not trusting your voice right now, a sense of dread set deep inside of you, fearing the worst, you imagined he would be ending this, no more perfect sex, or maybe he had met someone... You pause the movie, ready to hear exactly what he needed to say.
"I used to be real good at talking to girls back in my day" He starts, he looked a little flushed, nervous even, his eyes look down into his lap. "I haven't asked a girl out since, I don't think...What I'm trying to say is, I like you... A lot, it's like all that hate I had for you... it turned into..." He stops, finally bringing his eyes back up to you.
"Love?" You say, before you can even stop yourself, you slap a hand over your lips. He shuffles a little closer to you.
"Are you saying you love me?" He asks, his voice calmer than you had ever heard it before. You nod, feeling yourself flush red. And despite his previous words, you still start to ramble nonsense.
"And I understand if you don't love me back, it's okay Bucky, don't force it, we can forget it, completely forget it"
He moves forward, taking both of your hands in his, holding them close to his chest, his eyes bored into yours, searching through your eyes, lulling you with his.
"Doll, you have me, until every last star in the galaxy dies, you have me" He whispers, making your heart clench, you ignore the burning in your eyes, not wanting to even admit to yourself you could cry from his words.
"Bucky, I love you..." You respond, no other words mattered in that moment. You loved him, and you had finally said it aloud.
"And I love you" He says with a smirk, in one swift movement, he lifts you into his lap, allowing you to straddle his muscular thighs. "Can I make you feel good darling?" He asks, his hands were rubbing up and down your legs, the thin material of the leggings you wore allowing you to feel every movement, you whimper softly before replying.
"Yes, please..."
Bucky shoots you a wicked grin before moving forward, attaching his lips to your neck, you move your head backwards, giving him ample space to mark your skin, a mixture of teeth and tongue moved swiftly up and down your neck, leaving a trail of marks, this time where the world could see that you were his girl.
You gripped onto his shoulders to brace yourself, feeling light headed from the sudden pleasure coursing through your body, you moved your hips, grinding down onto his half hard cock, even half hard he was still large, and as you grinded down, his cock rubbed perfectly against your needy clit. You could feel how wet you were, knowing you were soaking through your thin leggings and panties onto Bucky's jeans, the rough texture adding delicious friction.
"Need you" You whimper to him, his hands moved from your legs up to your jumper, he make quick hast in removing it, leaving you nude, you had opted to only wear your jumper and nothing underneath - It was movie day after all, comfort came first. He stopped nipping at your neck to look at you, swearing under his breath as he did.
Bucky moved both hands to cup your breasts, giving them a squeeze before rubbing his rough thumbs over your nipples, in a matter of seconds they were hardened under his touch, he gave them a light pinch between his thumb and index finger, your head was thrown back in awe as small whimpers and mews left your lips.
"Like that?" He asks, his voice low and husky.
"Yesss" You respond as he pinches your lips harder. Bucky moves one hand down to slap your thigh a few times. "Get these off darling"
You listen, doing as told as quickly as you could, you climb off his lap and pull down the leggings, along with your panties, leaving yourself bare to him. Before to sit back down, he whips off his shirt and pushes his jeans and boxers down to his ankles, before tapping his thigh.
"Climb back on me" He says with a cheeky grin, you gladly listen, seating yourself comfortably on his lap, his fully hard cock was in the perfect position for you to continue your grinding, feeling the thick member slide between your wet folds, you moan in ecstasy, as the head of his cock pressed against your clit, again and again.
Bucky's fingers moved back to your nipples, he circled them a few times before attaching his lips to one, sucking and licking gently, you moved your hips against his cock harder, you were slippery, and wanted more friction. Bucky knew that, he knew how your body worked now, he moved slightly so you were seated onto his cock, rubbing your wet hole against him, he moved his thumb down to press against your clit, whilst his lips still sucked against your nipple.
You cried out loudly as you felt your orgasm start to build deep inside of your stomach, you gripped harder onto Bucky's shoulder, careful of his scar, your hips rutted against him, and your noises echoed through the large cinema room. You were so glad that the team were off on a mission, not that you cared in that moment if someone walked in.
"Buc..uhh...Bucky!" You cried as you felt yourself come, your body shuddered, and your legs shook as you felt yourself come undone, using his free hand, Bucky held onto your lower back, keeping you safely on top of him.
"That's my girl" He murmurs, again and again, the words sending shocks through your body as you felt yourself start coming down from your high, you pressed your forehead to his as you continued to thrust against him, your eyes closed and mouth opened.
A few moments past and your thrusts stopped, you felt that blissful tiredness that came after you came, a goofy smile came over your lips. Bucky moved down, using one hand to lift you slightly, so his other hand could grip his cock, he pumped himself a few times before pressing the head of his hardness against your weeping pussy, you whimpered as you felt the head push inside of you, you clenched around him, wanting more and more.
Taking control, you gripped his shoulders hard and lowered yourself down onto him, taking your time, so you wouldn't overwhelm the both of you. Bucky's hands were on either side of your hips, guiding you as you sat fully down onto his cock. You always loved riding him, you felt like he got deeper, and therefore, you felt fuller, full of Bucky.
"My perfect girl, made for me... fuck, this pussy was made for me" Bucky groans, his words needy and pathetic as they left his lips. "Can I fuck ya? Please, let me fuck you lovely girl"
You wiggled for a moment, there was a slight burn from the sheer size of Bucky, but you felt ready for him, you nodded, and then moved forward, pressing your lips to his at the same time as lifted your hips to sink back down onto him. You both left out muffled moans as your tongues battled, he tasted like popcorn, and in turn, you probably tasted like popcorn too. His hands moved to grip under your arse, holding you tight as he used his strength to lift you up and pull you down onto his cock.
The kissing had been forgotten, your mouths hung open, lips pressed together as you both found a rhythm.
"Bucky..." You whine. "Gonna come again"
"Good, fucking come for me, come on my cock, drench me with those sweet fucking juices" Bucky mutters, there was a slight edge to his tone, he was obviously close, but he wanted you to come again, his cheeks were flushed, and his brow sweaty as you rode him, you bounced a few more times before you were coming, you clenched his cock, throwing your head back as you felt the scream ripple from your body. It felt like your soul left your body for a moment.
"Fuck" Bucky growls as he thrusts up into you, spilling his seed deep within you, his fingers leaving the same marks in your skin as he had been leaving the past few months, his forehead pressed against your chest, just above your breasts, giving you the opportunity to flop your head down to lean against his, not having the energy to hold it up any longer.
"Fuck...that might of been the best time yet" You say in a breathless way, giggling slightly, though it sounded more breathy than giggly.
"You got that right" He mumbles, Bucky moves his hands to hold you lower back, he shuffled himself down, so he was more lying down than sitting up, he moved you so you had your face rested against his chest, you closed your eyes, hearing his heartbeat, allowing it to relax you, knowing it beated for you, as yours did for him.
Reader and Bucky hate one another, but they always get put on missions together. They have to stop at a motel for the night after a mission, oh no, there's only one bed. Enemies to Lovers (Kinda) & Only One Bed Tropes!
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Motel Sex, Enemies to Lovers, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Eating Out, Pussy Eating, Name Calling, Swearing, Porn With Plot, Some Plot (Let me know if I've missed anything)
Words: 4,698
First Part to Two Parter Story. Click here for second half.
Bucky Barnes never understood why the entire team loved you. He didn't love you. He thought you were annoying, and perfect. Not good perfect, why were you good at everything? It annoyed him, so naturally he had always taken it out on you. And you gladly reciprocated. There was an element of fun when you had your screaming matches, and secretly you liked it.
The worst part was the missions, you and Bucky were the perfect partners, Steve knew it too, so every blasted mission, you were paired with perfect Barnes, you never understood why the team thought he was perfect. Sure, he was good at everything, it still annoyed you.
Currently the two of you were sat in a random car Steve had hired for you both, the mission had been a success and you were on the way home. Except there was a huge storm coming in, so there were no flights, Bucky hadn't wanted to wait in an airport - they made him nervous.
So now, the two of you were in the thick country, driving through deep lanes of tree arched lanes, the rain was hammered down onto the car, you hadn't realised the wipers were able to reach the speed they were on. Bucky had one hand gripped onto the wheel, and his other leaning on his elbow against the bottom of his window so he could rest his head on his hand. You were trying to see out of your window but had no luck, it was dark, there were no street lamps, and the rain was so heavy it wasn't like you could actually see anything. The only time things became visible was when the sky would crack loudly and for a short moment light up the sky with lightning.
"I think we should..." You start to say before stopping, Bucky didn't pay notice to your words. You reached into your jean pockets and grabbed your phone, googling what you wanted to google, luckily you had one tiny bar, so after waiting a few minutes, the search finally came up.
"There's a motel, few miles away" You mumble, knowing his super soldier hearing would hear.
"It's fine" Bucky mutters, his voice gruff.
"Bucky, we have fifteen hours left..." You say, looking at him, his eyes were narrowed as he looked to the road. "Tell me you're not struggling to see"
Bucky let out a small huff, his hand gripped the wheel a little tighter. He didn't want to admit you were right, but you were. Of course. He grunted, you were always right. "Fine, give me the directions"
You smirk, knowing how much he hated going with your plan. YOu gave him the directions, trusting your phone completely, before he agreed to the motel, you had screenshotted the steps, which had been a good idea since the closer you got to the motel, the less signal you had.
Bucky drove into the small car park of the motel, it was dingy, and on a guess, you'd say there had to be thirty rooms maybe? Bucky parked into the only space free in the lot. You grabbed your bag and rushed from the car, you ran, though seconds under the rain and you were drenched, you waited for Bucky by the reception hut's doors.
Bucky walked in first, the hut was tiny, if you stretched your arms either side you could probably touch both walls, not that you'd want to. The walls were a mustard yellow, but somehow you thought maybe they were originally white. The thought made your skin shiver and itch slightly.
You turn your attention to Bucky, who had been talking to the man behind the desk, a gruff looking man who looked like he'd rather be anywhere else but here.
"I've got one room, take it or leave it" The man says, his eyes on the newspaper in his hands. Bucky sighs, a small grunt leaves his lips.
"Yeah, that's fine" He mutters "We'll take it"
You didn't think much of it, you and Bucky had shared a room hundreds of times. Usually it wasn't the last room free in a dinghy motel. As long as there were two beds. Or at least a couch.
Bucky takes the key and brushes past you to leave hut, you follow stepping out from the hut too. The rain was still hammering down, the air felt icy as you followed Bucky to your room.
Bucky opens the door and stops in the doorway. "Fuck"
You had stopped behind him, his taller frame blocking your view into the room.
"There's only one fucking bed" Bucky grumbles as he steps inside, finally letting you in and out from the rain. You look around the room, seeing he was right. The room was basic, it wasn't as off-puting as the reception. The walls were a deep purple, rather than the musky yellow colour, the floor was a questionable green. But the bed looked nice, it looked clean, which was good, but it dawned on you that you'd have to share with Bucky. There was no couch, or even chair. The room had a bed, and that was it.
"I'm going to shower" You mutter, your bag was still on your shoulder as you stepped closer to the shower room. Bucky huffs and sits on the edge of the bed.
"Don't use up all the hot water" Bucky snaps.
"If there's any to begin with" You snap back, you then walk into the shower room, shutting the door behind you. You take a second to lean back against the door, taking in a deep breath. You were only human, and the thought of sharing a somewhat small bed with a man that looked like that made a heat begin between your legs that you were going to ignore.
The shower wasn't anything amazing, and unshockingly there was no hot water. You winced and washed as quickly as you could, feeling a little better afterwards. You didn't pack a lot of clothes, your mission wear, which you had been wearing, and some lounge wear: A pair of cosy shorts which were pink, and a Star Wars top, it was oversized and had the poster for A New Hope printed on it. You blushed as you looked into the murky mirror, you had to remind yourself Bucky wouldn't be looking at you or your clothes... right?
Back in the bedroom, Bucky grabbed his own bag, the moment you left the shower room, he stepped inside. Leaving you alone in the bedroom. You sighed and climbed into the bed, you grabbed your phone and texted Steve.
'Weather's awful, we're at a motel for the night'
'Noted. Don't kill one another' Steve texts back, you let out a small laugh and put your phone back in your bag. Moments later Bucky stepped out from the shower room, in a black pair of boxers and a black tank top, you had to remind yourself that you hated him, and the only reason your mouth went dry was because it had been a while. No other reason. Definitely not because, goddamn he looked so good.
"You used all the hot water" He mutters, you watch as he drops his bag down by the bed, before sitting on the edge of his side of the bed.
"There was none" You answer back with a huff. "Trust you to get pissy over having a cold shower, Winter boy"
"Shut up, that's a dumb nickname"
"You're a dumb nickname" You mutter, not your best insult, but you were tired. The bed's duvet was awful, the room had a slight chill, and annoyingly the more Bucky got himself comfortable in the bed, the warmer you felt. Feeling his warmth against your body, the bed wasn't big, and Bucky was a huge, muscular man, he took up most of the bed.
"Goodnight, maybe a good night's sleep will help you come up with a decent insult" He says with a chuckle, the both of you settle into the bed, there was a small switch on the wall by your side, you flicked it and the room was shrouded in darkness.
You laid there in the darkness, on your back looking up at the ceiling, the rain was loud outside the window, you hoped it would calm by morning.
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You weren't sure how long it had been, but it wasn't morning, the window behind that god awful lime green curtain. You had been asleep, but something had woken you up, and that something was tight around your waist.
"Fuck" you mutter to yourself, Bucky's flesh arm was draped over your middle, his hand was spread, pressed against your abdomen. His soft snoring just behind your ear suggested he was still asleep. His body wasn't quite pressed against your back, but he was close, you could feel his lower legs against yours.
You wiggled slightly, regretting it almost immediately as his hand moved slightly lower, you had to bite your lip to stop the pathetic moan leaving your lips.
Bucky moved slightly, his eyes fluttered open, but the residue of sleep still hazed over his mind, he looked over to you, your back was to him, his arm still over your waist. He had wanted to move, but it felt so good to hold another person. God, it had been so long. He waited for a few moments, you seemed to be asleep, so he moved slightly, pressing his front to your back. You were most certainly awake, and shocked at his movements. Neither of you had even acknowledged the other being awake, so you were frozen, though a small gasp left your lips as you felt his hard cock digging into your lower back, the thin material of his boxers and your shorts leaving nothing to the imagination.
You decided to move your body into his, it could easily be mistaken for a stretch from someone deep in their sleep, his hand moved, tucking itself under you slightly, bringing you closer to his body than before.
"Fuck" Bucky mutters. "I know you're awake"
Of course he did. He was a trained super soldier, he could probably tell when someone was awake or asleep. You cursed to yourself, in your head, questioning whether you should admit you were awake. Would he stop? Would he carry on? These questions were floating around your mind, did you want him to stop? This was wrong, so wrong. You were partners, fuck, you hated one another. But he was so good looking.
"Come on doll, talk to me" He whispers, his words dancing along the back of your neck as he presses his nose into your neck.
"I'm awake" You mutter, not having thought of anything else to say. What could you say? Without thinking you move your backside again, rubbing against his hard cock perfectly so it lined with your arse crack. Both of you let out a small, whimpering gasp.
"You have to stop that...unless you..." He says, his words trailing off. You had your eyes squeezed shut, it was dark anyway, you didn't need them open.
"Unless what?" You question, your voice quieter than usual, you didn't trust yourself to speak above a whisper. Bucky sighs from behind you, he was having the same battle in his mind as you were. He didn't like you, he never had, never liked how snappy you were with him, or how you always knew exactly how to make every mission go perfectly, and fuck he hated how good your body felt against his.
"Don't make me say it" He grumbles, you weren't sure who started moving first, but your hips and his were moving slowly, you grinded back into him whilst he grinded against you.
"Aw is the poor Winter Soldier nervous?" You joke, laughing softly. Your giggles soon stopped when his hand moved from your abdomen to your hip, his hand gripped your flesh as he started his hips harder against you.
"Wanna say that again? Or do you wanna do this?" He asks, his voice gruff as he speaks.
"Wow, that's a really good way to seduce someone" You answer dryly, you had a small smirk on your lips as he spoke, his grip tightened. "Ask me nicely snow boy"
Bucky rolls his eyes, you always called him dumb nicknames concerning his Winter Soldier days, in fact you were the only one he knew that did make jokes. He'd never admit it aloud, but he kind of loved it. Everyone else ignored it, pretended like it had never happened. But you, no, you would make jokes, it almost made him feel like it was okay that it had happened.
Bucky presses a short kiss to your neck, it felt like breaking the final barrier between the situation. He takes a few moments, and then whispers your name, his lips brushing against your skin as he speaks, driving you insane.
"Let me fuck you"
"Say please" You whisper with a playful grin, he couldn't see your face, or anything much in the darkness of the room, Bucky lets out a soft growl, sending shivers straight down to your already wetness between your legs.
"Anyone ever tell you how annoying you are?" He asks, the hand on his hip moved, slowly down the front of your shorts, on a different day he would of taken the piss, they were soft and maybe a little fluffy, but he wouldn't say anything, not right now. You stayed quiet, your heavy breathing the only sound in the room as he moved to cup your sex. You let out a small yelp at his touch.
"What was that, doll?" He purrs in your ear.
"I hate you" You mutter as you open your legs.
"That's a girl" He says, taking hold of you thigh, he moved your leg to hook over his, lying you slightly on your back. He moves his hand back to your clothed sex, and starts rubbing you through the fabric. "Fuck, you want this, don't you baby?"
You don't answer him, opting to bite your lip as you body warms from his touch. Fuck, he had barely touched you and you were melting against him.
"Use your words, or I'll stop" He says with a smirk. "I'm going to ask you a question, if you don't use your words, I'll stop, and turn away and go to sleep"
His fingers press down to your clit, you hadn't looked to him yet, his lips were resting below your ear, his words were making your brain fuzzy.
"I want to taste you, will you let me?" He asks, at first you nod. But you knew he wanted more than a mere nod.
"Yes Bucky, please" You whimper.
"What would you like darling?" He asks. Dickhead. That's what he was. God, you hated him, fuck, you needed him.
"I want you to taste me" You say through gritted teeth. Bucky chuckles in your ear, his breath tickled the shell of your ear, he moves presses a soft kiss to your jaw, moving to kiss along your jaw as he moves himself. Just before he kisses your lips, he stands up and starts to take his shirt and boxers off.
"Take your clothes on, doll" He says, you can only just see him in the darkness but you listen, shedding your top and shorts off.
"Oh" You say quietly as he climbs back onto the bed, the lower half so he could crawl between your legs.
"What?" He questions.
"I uhh haven't shaved in a few days" You say, feeling a little bashful as he opens your legs, getting comfortable between them.
"I don't care about that" He says, and not a second later his lips were on your clit, your hips jolt up into him. Bucky moved his hands under your arse, taking hold on your cheeks, so he had a good grip as he tastes you. He sucks on your clit until it was swollen and puffy in his mouth, and then moved his tongue down, slipping it in between your wet slit. He groaned at the taste.
Your back was arched, your hands were clenched into fists on the sheets of the bed. Bucky was lying on his front, noisily slurping between your legs, you had wanted to giggle thinking about how his legs must be dangling off the bed. One of his hands move from your arse and takes your hand in his, moving it to the top of his head.
"Hold me where you want me baby" He growls, your eyes roll back as you grip his head, letting your fingers weave through his hair. You hadn't expected his hair to be that soft, but it was. Visions of running your fingers through his locks whilst watching a movie together flashed through your mind before you shook your head to forget it. He moves his hand back down, and presses two fingers to your eager hole.
"Bucky, fuck...please!" You whine, your voice loud, your heart hammered in your chest. All thoughts were gone, you needed him and only him. You hated that you knew he was smirking, you could feel the curl of his lips against your lips as two of his metal fingers push into you, he started slowly pump his fingers.
"Uhh...yess" You whined, feeling the familiar coil in your stomach. It had been so long since someone else had made you feel this good, you hated him for a moment, of course Bucky was good at this.
"Mmm are you going to come for me?" He asks, his voice low as he laps at you between each word. "Let me taste you" He adds, you were moaning loudly now, your hips were grinding against his face as his fingers pumped into you, his lips were still on your clit. His words were sending shocks through you, how was this the man you argued with on a daily. Last week you had a screaming match so loud, Steve put you in time outs. And now...
"Fuck!" You squealed loudly as you felt yourself coming hard, your body shook as he used his free hand to hold your hips down as he sucked hard against your core.
Moments later you were still mind frazzled, your body felt warm and a happy daze fluttered around your body. Bucky chuckled from between your legs, he slowly removed his fingers, before giving your clit a final kiss before moving up your body, crawling, you opened your legs, giving him space to sit comfortably.
"Was that good, darling?" He asks as his face hovered over yours. "Come on, doll, what do we say?"
"Thank you, dickhead" You mutter, he chuckled again, his nose brushing yours, you froze slightly. Was he going to kiss you? Did you want that? He just made you come, a kiss was nothing, right?
You decided it wasn't a big deal, so you moved up slightly, pressing your lips to his. For a moment, neither of you moved, but then you did, his lips moved with yours, his tongue left his lips to taste you. His tongue tasted like you, you moaned softly against his lips.
Bucky moved his hips so his hard, and untouched cock pressed against your wetness, he groaned against your lips, the head of his sensitive cock slipped between your folds, causing his body to shudder. You moved your hips, feeling his cock slip down to prod at your hole.
"Fuck" Bucky mutters against your lips, he moves slightly, his face barely visible as he looks down at you. "Can I...gods, can I fuck you?"
"Yes..." You whisper, all thoughts about how this was probably a bad idea left your mind. Who cares, right now there was a super soldier that wanted to fuck you. And you were going to let him. Bucky lifts slightly, moving his hand down to grip his cock, he groans loudly as he grips himself.
"Ready for me?" He asks, his lips hovering close to yours.
"Cocky much, Snowball" You answer back, pressing your lips back to his. Bucky swallowed down his pride and stopped himself making a snappy joke, he pumped his cock a few times before pressing the head to your pussy, he could already tell it would be a tight fit, he had a deep, slightly worrying feeling that he would become addicted to you in just a few moments.
You both gasp as he pushes into you, your lips no longer kissing, as Bucky slowly thrusts deeper into you. Bucky smirked as your legs shook slightly, his cock was fully in you now, and he was right, addicted.
"What did you say? Cocky?" He smirks.
"Fuck, shut up Barnes and fuck me" You growl out. You had never felt so full, he was so big, of course he was, super soldier serum and all. But fuck, he was...perfect, you genuinely think he had ruined you for other men.
Bucky moved his hand down between you and pressed his thumb, if not a little awkwardly against your clit, he moved slightly, electing little noises from your lips. He wanted to remember the noises you made for the next time he was alone.
"Says you... Oh god, did we just become friends?" You ask, a slight playfulness to your tone. Bucky chuckles, he starts moving his hips, you were so wet, covering the entire length of his thick cock with your juices.
"Definitely not, we're enemies to the end, don't you worry" He says, his voice strained as he almost pulls completely out of you, before thrusting back into you, hard. You both groan loudly, your hands move to grip his shoulders, you were careful of his metal shoulder scar.
Bucky moved his hips back and forth, fucking into your tight pussy, he felt like you were sucking him in, it was enough to make him bite his lip and remind himself not to finish in two minutes like some teenager. He pressed down harder against your clit, feeling how you tightened every time he did.
"I want you to come for me again" He grunts, as he fucks you harder. You whine and lift your knees a little higher, resting your thighs against his muscular thighs. His spare hand was rested on your hip, holding you tightly as lifts his hips up and down. He moves his thumb a little fast, slipping slightly from your wetness. Your legs squeezed his sides slightly as you felt the coil build in your stomach.
"Close...oh fuck I'm close" You whimper, your breath heavy as he pounds into you, you grip his shoulders a little tighter. "Bucky.."
"That's it, come for me, fuck" Bucky grunts as he pounds faster into you, he felt a sweat collecting on his brow, something that didn't happen often, he moved down, pressing his lips to your neck, he wanted to leave a mark on you. Wanted a reminder in the morning he hadn't dreamt of this.
You moaned loudly as you felt yourself come hard, your pussy walls clenched around his cock, adding to your pleasure as you chanted his name again and again.
"That's it, that's my..." Bucky whispers as he sucks hard against the skin of your neck. He stops himself, feeling silly as he nearly called you his girl. You weren't his girl. He hated you, oh fuck he hated you, he thought to himself as his hips slammed into yours, his movements growing sloppy.
You laid there, feeling a little lightheaded, he had fucked you good, fucked you so well. You giggled lazily as his hips lost their rhythm.
"You going to come inside of me Barnes?" You ask, he lifts his head to look up at you, you could just about see his eyes.
"Can I? Oh fuck, I didn't even think...Doll, I'm sorry" He rambles, you stop his words with a short kiss.
"I would of told you, you can finish in me...or on me, whatever you like" You say, before you press your lips to his again. His hips start moving again, fucking into you, a soft ache had started at the feeling, he was larger than you had ever had before, and boy were you feeling it, and you were sure you'd feel it tomorrow.
Bucky grunts and sits up, ripping his lips from yours as he sits up on his knees, he pulls his cock out from you, and grips it tight in his flesh hand, he was right handed after all, he starts to pump himself until he was finally coming, coating your body in his thick, hot come. He groans loudly and closes his eyes, feeling his chest heave slightly at feeling the release.
A few moments of quiet past, you and Bucky were breathing heavily, your sighs haggard, wondering who would make the first move. You were having the same thoughts as him 'Fuck, what if they regret it'
You didn't.
He didn't.
You make the first move, moving slightly to switch the light back on, you wince slightly from the bright light and groan, rubbing your eyes. But when you opened them, you looked upon Bucky's fully naked body for the first time, and he did the same to you. You both muttered a 'fuck'
"You're beautiful" You whisper before you can stop yourself.
"Beautiful, huh?" Bucky says with a playful grin, it falters when he notices your lips falling into a slight frown. "Oh, you're, fuck, you're breathtaking, darling. You are, god, we've in new waters right now, aren't we?"
"We are" You say quietly as you look down at your nude body, covered in Bucky's seed. "Let's get cleaned up"
He nods and motions for to you stay put before climbing off the bed, he roots through his bag and grabs a random flannel cloth, he wipes you down first, cleaning your body carefully and slowly, as he does he looks up to your neck, smirking when he sees his little mark on your neck.
"What are our options?" You ask, your mind moving at a million ideas a second.
"Leave it to you to worry about that" He mutters as he cleans himself. When done, he crawls back into the bed and faces you, you move so you can fully face him.
"We can fuck, it doesn't need to mean anything" Bucky says with a shrug.
"You're right, because that was good, like I want to do that again, good" You admit, feeling a soft blush creep onto your cheeks.
"We'll keep doing this then... and maybe try to be friends?" He suggests, his voice laced with how uncomfortable he felt with this conversation, you felt happy knowing he felt exactly as you did.
"I like that idea, friends who have sex it is" You say as you reach your hand out, to shake his, Bucky takes your hand firmly, before replying. "Friends who have sex"
And despite agreeing to be friends that have sex, you both know it never works that way. And as you both lie in the bed, in that disgusting motel, deep down, you knew exactly what would happen. After all, it's how every movie and book ended. And so you fell asleep with a dream of you and Bucky, lying together in your bed at home, and actually enjoying each other's company.
"Goodnight darling" Bucky whispers into the dark room, thinking you had fallen asleep, but you were just awake enough to whisper back. "Goodnight Bucky"
