Warnings: contains stranger things season 4 spoilers, mentions of blood, grief, death.
Word count: 3000
A/N: Hi loves. Before you start to read I just wanted to make sure that I have not described Eddie's girl since I wanted y'all to play free around her and how you want to imagine her.
In pure bliss ( fluffy one shot x Eddie Munson ) here:
It hurt me to write this...
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Pain was everywhere.
The dark world around held a tight grip around the thin strings of a young man's life, getting closer and closer with each weakened breath. His strained voice was filled with fear, pain and sorrow. Blood painted his lips, a coppery taste was the last thing he would remember that touched his tongue. The ground underneath was cold against his sweaty skin. He didn't liked it. He wanted to remember the world around him as something comforting and kind. Something that hugged him with a warm goodbye.
" I think it's my year Henderson. "
Eddie smiled weakly, although the warm and red thickness underneath his clothes spread quickly as it stuck onto his skin like grabby hands. The hope in the young boy's eyes in front faded away, hiccuping in between sobs as sticky tears continued to coat his rosy cheeks. Eddie wanted to reach up and hug him so fucking badly but he couldn't. His body wouldn't let him touch Dustin for the last time. His best friend who made him feel seen and heard, appreciating every little of Eddie's own considered defaults and lifted them up. Making him feel unique, loved by so many that he'd introduced into his new life.
Eddie felt so betrayed by his own body.
The open wounds wouldn't stop to sip through his beloved Hellfire shirt until he was drained. He could still feel the sharp teeth of the demo bats, gnawing his skin like he was a feast of their life. Though the painful, heartbreaking and cruel scene he'd gone through, it had become his year for once. Eddie was going to graduate, the teachers were as surprised as him. He'd started a new chapter in his life with new friends, but that he in the end would always consider as his family. Even Steve Harrington. The little jock in school with the perfect hair who every girl fawned over like they'd been hit with a cupid's arrow. Who would've thought that two so completely different souls would happen to be the ones to start a friendship for life.
86 had even given Eddie "the freak" Munson the girl of his life. With hair as soft as silk, eyes so pure and bright as the first sun-rays of the morning. Voice smooth like velvet and her heart sang the most beautiful melody of love. A girl that only could be his in dreams, but as in the end that he'd been gifted as his own living dream.
It had become his year. He'd never been so lucky.
But luck didn't last for long for Eddie unfortunately. Ever.
" I love you man. Take care of her, my world. " It felt like the other half of his heart shattered into pieces, biting back as he let the tears consume what was left of the pain.
Dustin buried his face in his hands, bursting out in tears and shaking his head as if he tried to shake away the scene in front from his reality.
" I love you too, all of us do. "
Dustin face and voice faded away behind a bright light, giving Eddie a last look of his sad smile and soul-crushed look before he finally felt a warm feeling. The pain disappeared and he couldn't taste the coppery taste anymore. Darkness replaced the light all of a sudden and it felt like he fell, waiting to hit a hard and solid bottom but it never bottom. He didn't even screamed because for some reason it felt peaceful, falling so slowly it felt like he just floated. It stayed silent until he heard a soft voice. He knew that voice so well as if it was a part of him.
The voice that reminded him of where his true home was. With her.
" Promise me you'll be back? "
" I promise princess. "
Their voices surrounded Eddie's mind in a loud echo and he twitched and turned from the loud ringing in his ears until he realized he'd stopped falling. He went still, eyes closed and breathing heavy. Tears streamed down his cheeks and his heart ached with the memories of what he'd left behind.
His true love. His whole goddamn world. He lied to her, but he wanted to promise her though he knew it would be hard to keep. He did it for her to not stop believing, to give her the strength to still have hope. He would do whatever it took to win the fight and come back to his girl. Even if it meant he jumped right into the crossfire itself.
To not stop fighting to get back home in her arms, to fight to feel her heavenly kisses on his skin as her fingers raked through his curly hair. He wanted to touch every single part of her body, making time to remember the way her hips dipped and how her nose scrunched every time he kissed her cute little nose to hear her sweet little angelic giggles.
She was a gift from heaven that had been taken away from him forever. She'd given him hope to think about a future, to have goals that he could actually reach for once. All because of the love she'd given to him.
A loud bang made Eddie sit up abruptly, gasping for air as he clutched onto his heart. It beated rapidly and it felt like it made up for the lost beats. He looked around in confusion. He was still in the upside down, red bolts of thunder striking down on the horizon and his eyes went wide open as panic hit him. He could still be in danger if he didn't moved. With wobbly legs he managed to stand up and he looked down to his body, touching every part of him. He didn't understand, feeling lost in a world so dark and lonely. He felt too light, too healthy and strong considering what just had happened to him. He remembered as if he laid in Dustin's arms just a couple of seconds ago. He did die, didn't he? He remembered how much it had hurt, how much the pain sucked out the last light of his life...and where the hell was Dustin?
There were no signs of blood, no pain to look for the source. It felt like a wicked lucid dream and he started to freak out again. He rubbed his face with a hand, stopped as his hand felt wet. A shaky hand reached to touch his wet cheek again, it felt sticky against his fingertips.
Not all of his feelings had disappeared. The sorrow and heartbreak was still there, slipping out from him in tiny droplets.
" You promised me to come back home Eddie. "
Her voice still lingered in his mind when he carefully took a step forward, guiding him to a place he actually knew of in the newly discovered dark world. His mind only turned quite as he reached a veiny and darkened version of the living room of his trailer. Big brown eyes peering up through the hole, the lights were still on as they'd left it before jumping down.
After he'd kissed her before going separate ways. A last goodbye, never meant to speak out loud.
Because Eddie didn't wanted to see it as a goodbye though he deep inside knew how close it could be, but that didn't matter, because he'd kept his promise.
He grabbed the sheets that were knotted up together as a rope and climbed up. He reached the top, head on the other side and he let go and fell against the mattress in his trailer. He quickly got up and fixed his bandana on his head and walked outside to the night with hurried steps. His heart could almost burst out from his chest from how hard it beated, smiling so hard his cheeks cramped as he walked through the trailer park to stand outside her house. Tears started to brim in his eyes from the joy and excitement that was waited ahead as soon as he would have her lips on his. He was going to be home in her arms soon, his princess.
He was going to pepper her with kisses until they would crash back onto the floor, and he wouldn't stop even then. He wouldn't even listen when she begged him to stop, it would only encourage him to continue. Not even when her eyes would turn watery from the giggling mess she would be.
Yes, Eddie Munson was madly in love.
His angel with the biggest heart was the reason he'd never stopped to fight. For her, he could burn down the whole world to be able to look into the beauty in her eyes again and roam his hands all over her and call her mine.
He walked up to the porch and opened the door, he didn't even had time to knock. He walked past the pitch black kitchen and living room to reach the stairs to the upper floor. It was so quiet, meaning everyone in the family was heavily sleeping. The wooden stairs creaked with each step he took but he didn't cared. All that mattered was to reach her love as quickly as possible.
Looking through the hallway from the top of the stairs he saw that her bedroom door was open. He sneaked his way down the hallway before reaching her room. He didn't wanted to scare her so he peeked inside first. The nightstand lamp was still on and she was laying under her duvet, clutching onto one of her fluffy pillows with her face was buried deep inside. Her sniffles were muffled.
Eddie broke from seeing his girl so heart broken so he wasted no time in walking over to her. Kneeling down he stroked her hair gently, hand traveling down to her cheek and he wiped away some tears with the pad of his thumb. His poor angel had fallen asleep while crying, having no idea how soon they would see eachother again.
" Hey baby, it's me. It's okay now I'm here. " He whispered.
She whimpered in her sleep, eyes still closed and he longed so much to see the warmth and comfort in them, and that smile when she would see that he was okay, but at the same time he didn't wanted to wake her up. She seemed exhausted, lips puffy and eyes swollen from all the crying.
If she only knew how close he was.
" I'm sorry darling, I know I promised, but better later than never, right? " He smiled to himself. Even in the most serious moment he managed to slip in a joke.
Her eyebrows furrowed together and a light groan left her lips. Eddie leaned forward and kissed the space between her brows to try to calm her down. He knew how often she had nightmares. When he pulled back, her eyes were wide open and looked directly into his. He stroked her cheek with his knuckles and he tried so hard to bite back the tears but couldn't, stuck into the corner of his eyes until the dam broke and spilled down to his lap.Â
" Hi. " He quivered with a smile.
If she didn't even hear or see him, her eyes left his to flicker around the room instead. She sat up and clutched onto the duvet harder, pulling it further up her chest. Eddie knew that look on her face. It was the same she had when he looked at her for the last time before jumping down the hole to the upside down. Not knowing if they'll actually see eachother again
She was scared.
Eddie stood up, worry set in his eyes and tone and he couldn't understand what was going on. Wasn't she happy to see him? Had she forgotten? No she couldn't. There was no way. He'd only been gone for a couple of hours.
" Baby you're scaring me. What's going on? " He reached forward to tuck a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
She froze from his touch and her breathing caught up. She pulled away and raised her hand as if she was about to sway away an annoying buzzing fly, but when her hand was about to touch his skin it never made it that far. Eddie could see her hand but it never touched him. If he was thin air. He backed away so fast he almost tripped over his own feet, not stopping until his back met the wall in a loud thud. He was swallowing cotton, feeling cold all of a sudden, almost as if the atmosphere from the upside down had followed him to her. She tried to follow where the sound could have come from, but her eyes never landed on him as obvious as it was.
If she couldn't see him at all.
The other part of his heart broke then, his world burning down to ashes until it blew away in the wind. He wanted to run to her, shake her as he screamed her name to make her see and hear him but he was too terrified of not knowing what the hell was going on. His fear molded him right down to the floor.
Her naked feet touched the wooden floor and she took a step forward and her eyes caught something on the floor. It looked like dirt, possibly from his shoes. She took a deep breath and collected herself, if she builded up the strength to speak for the first time since he came inside.
It was only a whisper as she closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the ceiling. " Eddie? "
Eddie pushed the palm of his hands against his eyes, catching every tear that spilled out. He wanted to scream his lungs out, being able to hear her voice again was worth every minute of the pain and lost blood. Everything inside him hurt even more than before.
He exhaled deeply and inched closer to her until he stood a hands length away. " I'm right here baby, please. " He pleaded while shaking his head.
Don't let this be a dream.
Her tounge poked against her inner cheek as she shook her head, fighting against the tears. She dropped to her knees with a hard slam and broke out in quiet sobs, everything in her crashed into a million pieces.
" I can't believe I'm still doing this, it won't change a thing. "
Eddie kneeled down to be at an eye level with her. He wanted her to touch him again so he could feel her. So damn close but still so far away, he felt. He was scared she would slip right through him again. Like a fucking nightmare.
Her voice was hoarse and raspy through the tears. " I don't know how this thing works...if you're even here...If it wasn't for Steve almost dragging me to your body earlier I wouldn't be able to see you so clearly how I remembered you last time. I'm thankful for him. You know how much I hate funerals and damn it I didn't wanted to say goodbye only when you lay in that stupid ugly coffin...I almost didn't come down there because I didn't wanted to. " She breathed out a laugh with a head shake. " I didn't wanted to say goodbye, hoping I would wake up from this nightmare and be wrapped around your arms instead, leaning against your chest as you played my favorite song on your guitar. "
Eddie started to realize what was going on. Why she couldn't touch him, why the world was so cruel to him though he'd saved his girl, family and a whole town. It felt like the world slapped him right on the face, mocking him for feeling so happy and loved than ever before in his life.
Because Eddie wasn't there with his girl anymore, stuck between a world he couldn't let go off.
" No...this isn't happening...please. " Eddie pleaded in between the tears, the rock in his stomach dug its way deeper, hesitating at first before he placed his forehead against hers. He stayed there just as he wished, it worked when he took the command.
He could feel his girl tensing under his touch, but she didn't flinch. Her breathing was shallow as she stuttered. " Y-you promised me..."
This was the ending, an ending he so feared but that he saw as possibly reality. He felt like he hadn't more tears to shred, feeling empty and tormented. He didn't know how long he'd left and he knew she wouldn't be able to hear him. He'd gotten a change to seek closure, he could feel the warm and bright light reaching him with every shared breath they took. He wouldn't be able to take her to the lovers lake to camp every first weekend of the summer that she so loved, he wouldn't be able to feel her as close as possible as the blankets tangled around their naked, sweaty skin. He wouldn't be able to say I love you anymore.
He planted a sweet kiss against her forehead, lips moving against her soft skin. He closed eyes and took in their last moment together. " I know, my smart, beautiful, perfect and kind girl. I know, and I'm sorry. I did this for us, for Steve, Dustin, Robin...everyone. You know that, I tried my best my love, so damn hard but I failed. To take care of you and love you until we grow old together. We've talked about that so many times...I'll love you forever, please don't forget me. I'll always be here, looking after you but with a distance. Guiding you through your life and supporting you. I love you. "
Like a soft and fluffy blanket, the warmth and brightness embraced him into the most comforting hug he'd ever felt. He looked down to her one last time, they finally locked eyes again. Her warm eyes still looking after him, he knew she could feel him in some way but never hearing or seeing him. At least the world had given her a small part of him for the very last time.
At least he had a chance to say goodbye in the most perfect way he could've ever imagined.
Authors note: This was an extra special one-shot written in celebration of our Mayor @woolfhoundsss birthday! We hope you enjoy it as much as we loved writing it!
âHolly?â Tony asked as he knocked on the door to her room. âPartyâs starting in ten minutes, and youâre the woman of the hour, so donât keep everyone waiting!â There was a small pause. âBarnes is really mad about that pink sweater, by the way.â
Holly rolled her eyes. She told him she could make that shot, and that he was going to lose. Bucky was the one who pushed her, with that stupid fucking cocky smirk of his. She hated it when he smiled at her like thatâ usually because it was followed up by some snarky comment or an insult.Â
Barnes was a real piece of work, and that was putting it nicely. More recently, Tony had been pushing them to work together. Well, forcing was more like it. He said it would be good for Bucky to work with someone other than Sam. Or Steve. But Bucky saw it as a chance to âshow her the ropesâ like she didnât spend years in the military and knew just about as much as he did.
âWell, he lost the bet,â Holly replied with a grin. âHe knew what he was getting into.â
âRocketâs making fun of him. Said he looks like his grandmaâs couch.â Tony sounded amused. She could almost see him smiling in her mindâs eye. It made sense, Tonyâs favorite pastimes were micromanagement and insulting anyone who breathed in his direction.
She raised an eyebrow and looked over at her closed door.
âRocket is making fun of him, or youâre making fun of him?â
There was a pause.
âBoth of usâ anyway, hurry up!â She could hear him clap his hands. âI want to see how many Asgardian ales it takes to get Steve to start singing Journey!â
âIâm on it!â She laughed as she smoothed out her dark green dress, smiling at herself in the mirror. It was her party, her first year as an Avenger, and Barnes lost the bet. âHappy birthday to me.â
She could hear the music before sheâd even made it out of the elevator and into Tonyâs self proclaimed âRager Roomâ.
âThere she is!â Sam beamed as he waited by the door for her entrance, suited and booted in his favourite velvet jacket. âLooking ever the birthday goddess.âÂ
âThank you, Sammy.â Holly replied softly as she looked around the room with narrowed eyes, âwhereâs Barnes? I wanna really experience the pink before Iâm too drunk to comprehend anything.â
Sam gestured over his shoulder to the far back corner of the room.
Holly followed the direction and spotted the grumpy assassin sitting on a couch, Peter Parker sitting next to him. He looked extra irritated today, though if it was the fuzzy pink sweater, or whatever story Parker was telling him, she wasn't sure.
It was probably both, to be fair.
She sauntered over to where they were sitting and clapped her hands on Bucky's broad shoulders when she came to a stop behind the couch.Â
Holly leaned down so her face was level with his, feeling his muscles tense beneath her hand she smiled.
"Hey Parker, doesn't Barnes look awfully pretty in pink?"
âA word and your face meets the floor, Parker.â Bucky stared at him and Holly could see Peter swallowing down his fear.Â
âDonât be like that, Barnes. A bet is a bet. You canât always win-â
With a quick motion, his metal hand grabbed her hand that was still touching his shoulder and pushed it away.Â
âRude.â Her head was still on one level with his and she could feel his hot breath on her face.
âMake me wear this again and Iâll show you rude.âÂ
She couldnât take him seriously in that sweater so all she said was âCanât waitâ followed by a devilish smirk.
Bucky scoffed and crossed his arms, biceps bulging stretching the seams, a stony look on his face. Holly snorted and stood up.Â
âWell Iâm gonna get a drink, now that Iâve thoroughly enjoyed this moment,â she grinned and walked away.
Sauntering up to the bar, Holly couldn't suppress her grin as she ordered. Seeing all six and a half feet of James Barnes wrapped in fuzzy pink cashmere made the weeks of eye rolling and asshole comments totally worth it. The way it hugged the muscles of his arms and shoulders didn't hurt either, but Holly shook her head to remove that particular thought.
The bartender slid Holly her drink, something holiday themed and minty that she never would have ordered otherwise. Holly sipped on the tiny cocktail straw as she watched the festivities around her, bouncing her head a little to the music thumping overhead. Somewhere in the distance, she could hear Steve's booming laugh as Sam told some story she's sure he's added some extra details too.Â
"What's up, birthday baby?" Kate exclaimed in a sing-song voice as she hopped up onto the barstool beside Holly, her shimmery jumpsuit catching the sparkling lights. She grabbed the cherry from Holly's drink, tossing it up in the air and catching it perfectly between her ruby red lips before chewing. "You know, the Sergeant in that Pepto Bismol monstrosity really is the gift that keeps on giving."
Holly practically snorted as she took another sip of her cocktail. âI give him half an hour before he gets sick of this and leaves.â
Kate squinted her eyes at her fellow Avenger, focused. She could see the gears in her head working overtime to come up with something snarky. Parting her lips, she stuck her tongue out and revealed the cherry stem - with a perfect knot tied in it.Â
Kate smirked and let the stem fall onto the bar top, while Holly couldnât help but smile. Kate had grown to become one of her best friends here- and it didnât hurt that there wasnât a hundred year age gap between them.Â
âBarnes wonât stop giving you murder eyes, you know,â Kate said plainly, calling the bartender back over with her hand. âOne of you might not make it out of here tonight.â
"Oh please," Holly rolled her eyes, as she swirled her drink around the glass. "Barnes may hate me, but he was still raised in the '40s, he wouldn't ruin a lady's birthday party no matter how miserable he is" Her eyes darted over to the brooding man, and smirked at him, sending him a cheeky wink that caused his metal fist to clench.Â
Stark's parties were always fun in their own way, but seeing her fellow Avengers let loose and actually relax was her favourite part. This time though, seeing Barnes decked out in a soft pink sweater with his dark hair tucked into a bun, just scowling at everyone, was the best birthday present she could have ever asked for.Â
"Whatever you say" Kate chuckled, grabbing her glass and clinking it with Holly's.
âSo whatâs the vibe tonight babe?â Holly asked, swallowing her mouthful of liquid candy cane. âDrinking, dancing, karaokeâŚ?â
She wiggled her eyebrows, making her friend giggle. Kate put her hand over her mouth to avoid a drink catastrophe.
âWhatever the birthday girl desires,â she finally managed to reply.
âOh, I got some ideasâŚâ Holly smirked.
Just as she was about to reveal her birthday plans, Tony cut the music and started tapping his glass.Â
âAlright everyone, listen up! Itâs Holly's birthday but since itâs my tower, my money, and my idea, I get the first speech. So get comfy.âÂ
Everyone moved to the circle of couches, chairs and floor around the main coffee table with drinks in hand, Holly taking the throne-like velvet chair Tony had delivered just for the occasion.
Holly grinned as her eyes landed on Bucky watching as he rolled his own and took the angriest swig of beer sheâd ever seen. The scowl on his face only filled her with more glee.Â
âAbout a year ago,â Tony started, âthis pain in my ass walked through those front doors,â he smirked glancing down at her, âand at first I wasnât sure about bringing her on, but it was one of the best decisions Iâve made.âÂ
Holly smiled up at him until a scoff filled the small silence. She knew exactly who it came from. She didnât have to turn her head to know Bucky was grinning like an asshole.
That shit eating grin he knew damn well of made her want to roll her eyes back so far she could never see light again.Â
Tony sighed and paused before speaking as if his thoughts were hard to come out in words. âTo be honest, I never knew when she walked through those doors that she was the perfect addition to our team, even more, a close friend.â He lifted his glass with a big smile. âCheers to more years together and to our Holly!â
Everyone followed up with his words and clinked their glass together. When she turned to Bucky, she noticed that he was already holding out his glass to her.Â
She looked up to his icy blue eyes as he spoke softly, almost a whisper if he was afraid for the others to hear through their chatters. That same shit eating grin on his face and excitement that swallowed his eyes.Â
Damn him.
âHappy Birthday Holly Jolly.â
Holly chuckled lightly at that nickname, his grin grew brighter until the corner of his eyes crinkled. Oh, how much she wanted to smack that grin off his smug fucking face.
"Thanks, Peppa Barnes," Holly said referring to the cartoon pig she caught Peter laughing over a few days ago.
His face changed with an expression of confusion.Â
"I don't know what the hell a "Peppa" is but you're gonna pay for making me wear this monstrosity." he gritted out.Â
Somewhere near them, Sam was making grunting pig noises.
"You're toast, Holly." Holly heard Bucky say before she burst into laughter.
Holly took a sip of her champagne and stood up. âI just want to say thank you to everyone for making me feel part of the team so quickly. It has definitely been an amazing year, so hereâs to another fun one. Letâs get this party started!â She said raising her glass above her head.
Holly heard a chorus of âwhoop whoopsâ come from Sam, Kate and Peter.
With the end of her toast, Holly pounded back what was left of her drink and set the glass down, with the alcohol coursing through her bloodstream she was feeling more confident than usual. The kind of unbridled, hot rush of confidence that begged her to see how far she could push Barnes tonight. She wiggled in her tight green dress, sinking back into her chair and crossing her legs so the bottom of her black Louboutin heels showed to the room.Â
"I have a birthday wish," she hummed proudly, "just one!" She laughed as the room of superheroes grew uncomfortable, "I want to hear Bucky and Steve sing Don't Stop Believinâ."Â
"No," Bucky and Steve chimed at the same time.Â
"You save the world a thousand times but you aren't man enough to sing some Journey," Holly smirked at Bucky, leaning forward in her chair and stealing what was left in his glass. The whiskey burned going down but she held her stare with the super soldier.
Steve blushed and sipped his drink while Holly's eyes narrowed and she playfully scrunched up her nose, refusing to break eye contact with Bucky.Â
"Come on, it's my birthday. I only get one a year."
"Yeah, and I never said I had to be nice to ya, darlin'."Â
The nickname stirred something in her. It made her heart race and her cheeks flush. He was cute, she would never deny that, but she'd never say it to his face. God forbid someone inflated his ego any more than it already was. Something flashed in Bucky's eyes and Holly suddenly felt flooded with embarrassment for even considering what she was considering. It must have been the alcohol. Bucky tilted his head and she waited for the snarky remark, for the teasing.Â
He leaned forward, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.
"And are you sure that's what you really want for your birthday?" He grinned before punctuating it with, "Sugar."
âYou offering something better, Sarge?â Holly replied, keeping her voice even and features schooled even though the âsugarâ heâd thrown at her was doing the complete work on her insides. She wouldnât let him see how much he was affecting her, no matter how pink her cheeks currently were. Sheâd blame it on the alcohol.Â
âYou want a song, Iâll give you a song,â Bucky smirked, bottom lip caught under his teeth. Hollyâs eyes were drawn to his hands as pressed them to his thighs and made a show of standing up. âMaybe youâll luck out on a better gift next year, hmm?â
Holly sat back, head tilted to the side to watch what Bucky was doing.
She watched him stride over the karaoke machine Tony had set up under the windows.With his back turned to her, Holly could take in his massive frame without him even being aware of her gaze on him.
Unbidden, her mind helpfully provided imagery of what a better gift could look like. And it had a distinct lack of pink sweaters involved.
She bit the inside of her cheek as images of the slight sheen of sweat she had grown used to seeing on his forehead and flesh arm during training sessions were twisted to a shirtless version. Taut, tanned chest glinting under the lights that decorated the room.Â
Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of feedback as Steve tapped the grille of the microphone.Â
Bucky stood next to him, twirling the second microphone in his vibranium arm as he stared directly at Holly.Â
Steve cleared his throat into the mic, "The birthday girl asked for a song from us so uh, here it goes sorry everyone."
Steve and Bucky stood in front of all the guests who were now patiently watching them dance and sing to âDonât Stop Believinââ.Â
When Bucky sang âLivinâ just to find emotionâ his eyes locked with Hollys and goosebumps rose on her body.Â
She felt like those words werenât just part of the lyrics. Somehow, Buckyâs eyes told her there was a deeper meaning behind them. But before she could think too much about it, Steve and Bucky ended the song followed by a few people clapping.Â
âI hope our Holly is happy now,â Bucky said into the microphone, repeating Tonyâs words but in a mocking way.Â
âNah. Iâve heard and seen better. I think next time Iâll just order a stripper for the entertainment part,â she scrunched her nose and shrugged.
Bucky rolled his eyes, opening his mouth to make what was sure to be a snide comment when Tony spoke up.Â
âOkay! Letâs move on to the next present- Thor! Whattya have?â
One by one, each of Holly's newfound family presented their gifts to her, neatly stacked under the Christmas tree.Â
Sharing her birthday with a huge holiday was something she'd gotten used to over the years so she didn't mind. It just made her feel like all the lights and shiny objects were up just for her.Â
By the end, Holly had been gifted a flask of Asgardian alcohol, which she was commanded by the god of thunder to handle with care, a drawing of the Manhattan skyline from Steve, and several cards full of money, concert tickets, and gift cards to her favorite places. By the time the last small square from under the tree was passed to her, Holly felt like her heart was going to explode.Â
"Okay, Jingle Bell, here's the last one," Tony said, the shiny gold wrapping paper catching the festive lights. "It doesn't have a tag on it, which is weird but hey, so are you, so I'll allow it."Â
Holly snorted as she flipped the package over, gingerly removing the wrapping. It was too pretty to ruin and for some reason, her nerves kicked into high gear as she opened the velvet box beneath.Â
"Holy shit," Holly breathed, feeling a little lump catch in her throat as she held a delicate gold chain between her fingers. The necklace was old, soft gold woven together with a heart charm hanging in the center. Her eyes immediately flew up, searching for the one person who knew about this, who was there the day she passed the antique store with Kate and listened to them coo over the pretty display in annoyance.Â
But Bucky was nowhere to be found.
The necklace was beautiful, the chain caught the lights reflecting off every surface, and every time it swayed the reflections hit her blue eyes making her fall in love with it even more.Â
"So," Tony's voice startled her back into the present, "we gonna dance or what, birthday girl?" He finished with a wink as everyone hollered around her and got up to grab a drink and a dance partner.
Holly was about to go and look for the blue-eyed man when she heard someone clearing their throat behind her over the music and, she turned on her heels to come face to face with the man in question.
"Care to dance? It wouldnât be a good birthday if the birthday girl isnât dancing, sweetheart." He asked her, eyes shining under the lights, gleaming with mirth and his voice sent a delightful shiver down her spine.
Shrugging, she placed her hand in his outstretched one, sparks zapping her skin at the connection.
"I guess I can afford a dance." She replied back with a smile as he led her to the corner where it was less crowded with people.
"My honour, Jolly Holly." He smirked.
When they reached the back corner, Bucky spun her under his arm quickly before catching her and sliding his vibranium hand across the open back of her dress. The coolness of the metal calmed the fire that was lit under Holly's skin, her free hand landing on his chest.Â
"Impressive, Sarge" She smirked, curling her fingers into the soft pink fabric. "You know, I never got to tell you, pink really is your color"
Bucky cracked a real smile for the first time that night, "Ha ha you think you're so funny"Â He muttered as they swayed to the music.Â
Holly looked up at him and raised her eyebrow as she kept a teasing smirk on her lips. "Thank you⌠by the way," She spoke genuinely, âfor the necklace"
Sucking in a deep breath, Bucky dipped her backwards, his metal hand moving to catch the back of her neck, as he leaned down close to her face, "I don't know what you're talking about..." He whispered.
He nudged his nose gently against hers and her breath caught in her throat but, before she even had time to process it, heâd swept her back up and into a slow dance. They swayed together as the DJ began to play Bing Crosbyâs White Christmas.
âThis is more like it,â Bucky breathed next to her ear as he spun her around so her back was pulled into his broad chest.
âI donât suppose you could help me put it on?â She asked. âThat necklace you claim to know nothing about?â
Without a word he led them across the room, hand resting against the small of her back. Holly raised her eyebrow, catching his eye in the bank of mirrors that lined the room.
Bucky slid his other hand down her arm, resting it on her wrist as he brought the other forward gently opening her hand to grasp the necklace from her palm.Â
Hollyâs breath caught in her chest as Bucky kept eye contact the whole time. She couldnât help but notice the hardness that was starting to press against her ass, wishing she had put on underwear now that she was starting to wet the tops of her thighs.
His fingers brushed along the junction between her neck and collarbone, sending tiny sparks of electricity down to her toes. She could feel the warmth of his breath dance along her skin only making her clench her thighs together while trying to keep steady.Â
"You're trembling, sweetheart," He cooed in her ear, voice full of gravel and low as it rumbled through her. Holly steeled herself, shifting in her heels but his hand dropped to her hip and he leaned in once again holding her to him, "stay still, malyshka or I won't be able to get this on."Â
She sucked in a breath words completely void from her brain as the embers in her belly became stoked with each word that dripped from his mouth. The cool metal of the necklace wrapped around her neck, her fingers mindlessly fumbling with the heart pendant that dangled between her breasts as he gently spun her back around.Â
Darkening ice blue eyes searched her face for a moment before trailing down her neckline to the heart in her hand. He hummed, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in satisfaction.
âJust the way I imaginedâŚâ His eyes drifted up to meet hers, a soft look but with a little twinkle in them that made her draw in a slow breath. âAll perfect.â
Holly didnât know what to answer him, his words spun around in her head, wondering if she even heard right but with the blood that pumped up to her cheeks and the increased heartbeats she kept coming up short.Â
She couldnât be that wrong, and when his cold hand reached up to brush some loose strands behind her ear, she suddenly forgot all his snarky remarks. For a moment.Â
He dipped his head slightly and flickered his eyes between hers, a playful smirk lingered on his lips. âGot lost somewhere, Holls?â
''Actually, I'm going to the bar to get drunk,'' Holly said before adding a breathy thank you close to his ear. Â
She sauntered off, leaving him standing in her wake, his expression both puzzled with a low fire burning in those ocean blue eyes. For a moment, it looked like he wanted to sweep her off the ground and kiss her. And Holly would be lying to herself if she didn't enjoy that thought a little too much.
When Holly got to the bar she found Thor sitting there, drinking from what looked like a rather large glass.Â
âHolly! How is the birthday girl doingâ he yelledÂ
âI need a drink,â she said taking a seat next to him. âCare to join me in some birthday shots?â She askedÂ
âI would love to!â He said as he placed a hand on her shoulder and gave her a huge smile. âDid I already tell you how beautiful you are tonight?â He continued a little too loudly.
Holly leaned against his touch, looking over her shoulder at Bucky who had slumped against the nearest wall with a hateful stare in his eyes. His jaw ticked as she cupped Thor around the bicep, digging her fingers into the soft velvet coat he wore.Â
"You have quite the grip angel," Thor chuckled as he poured two shots of Asgardian mead. "You know on Asgard you would have been a great warrior, the Valkyrie were loved by all," he smiled and slid the shot glass to her.Â
She picked it up, clinking the side to his before tapping the bar and throwing the shot back alongside the handsome god. "Did you ever love any of them?" She asked, letting the mead warm her inside.Â
"I think I could try," Thor leaned forward, his mead breath hot on her face as he smirked and ran a hand up her arm. His long blonde hair swayed against his sharp jaw as his eyes flickered to her lips.Â
"Up, now!" Bucky gripped her against the bicep and pulled her from the chair, pushing her from the room she stumbled backward locking eyes with the super soldier as she moved. She heard Thor holler in protest as her heels hit the long wall at the base of the glamourous steps and she had to use the railing above her to keep herself standing.
Bucky's hands engulfed her, trapping her against the staircase. "Ooh someone is angry," she teased staring up at him. A piece of his hair fell from his bun as he hovered over her in a huff of jealousy, his jaw tensing together from her teasing. "Use your words, Sargent." She hummed, asking for trouble. Practically begging for it.
"What the hell was that? I thought we had--" He cut himself off and Holly tilted her head.
"Had what?" She purred. "Say it. Tell me you bought me this necklace."
"I'm not gonna tell you shit," he growled.Â
His cheeks were flaming red, the blush creeping down his neck and beneath the collar of the fuzzy pink sweater. Part of her felt bad. There was hurt in his eyes, but he was too prideful to admit that he bought her a present because he cared about her.Â
"Just admit that you like me."
"I don't," Bucky said defiantly. "You're disrespectful, defiant, rude--"
"I could say the same thing about you." She laughed.Â
"I rank higher than you and you disobey me at every turn."
"Sarge, if you've got a power kink, you can just come right out and say it--"
Suddenly, Bucky pushed her up against the wall and leaned in. His mouth hovered right above hers. Holly drew in a shaky breath, studying his eyes as his pupils expanded. She couldn't help but notice that his gaze fell from her eyes to her lips, and back again. His cheekbones were sharp and prominent in the low light, and she was tempted to tuck the stray hair that fell from his bun behind his ear, punctuating the motion with some patronizing comment, but he had her by the shoulders. She had sparred with Bucky before. He pulled his punches until she started to make him really mad. This felt similar.
Holly smirked as Bucky licked his bottom lip. She could smell his cologne. He had never worn cologne before.
"Let me go before I knee you in the--"
"Hey!" Sam called from across the room. "Mistletoe!"
Bucky looked up, his face a mixture of confused and furious. Holly glanced up adrenaline shot through her body, turning her blood cold.
"What are you talking about?!" Bucky barked.
"You two are under the mistletoe! You have to kiss!" Sam shouted.Â
Everyone else turned to stare at them and Holly's cheeks burned. And then the chanting started. She wanted to die. Bucky glanced up and then back down at her. Butterflies swarmed her stomach. Never one to back down from a challenge, she grinned at him and clicked her tongue.
"What are you waiting for, Sarge?"
"Fuck it," he snarled as his mouth crashed against hers.
The first thing Holly became aware of, was just how soft Buckyâs lips were despite the roughness he was kissing her with.Â
The palms of his hands held her face in place, one rough against her cheek, the other cold but the way the contrasting pads of his fingers tickled just below her ear, her hair tangled between them gave away the softness beneath Buckyâs brooding and hard exterior. Just as the necklace had.Â
One of them made a sound, desperate and whimpering and at this point, where Buckyâs tongue wasted no time in tasting hers, she had no idea whoâs mouth it came from.Â
Everything around them had turned quiet, even the music a distant thump in her ears along with her heartbeat, thundering so hard she had absolutely no doubt that Bucky could hear it too.Â
As if he could read her thoughts, he pulled back, breathless, pupils blown wide and lips pink and kiss swollen.Â
âGot ya quite worked up havenât I, sugar?â He purred with the audacity to look smug about it.
Maybe he wasn't wrong.Â
Holly sucked in a breath, catching her bottom lip between her teeth as she stared up at him.
She'd walked into her birthday intent on teasing Bucky about a stupid sweater. She'd expected him to get upset, yes - but this was absolutely not how she'd expected anything to go today.
"I think... Maybe we should talk," she said quietly.
"Hah!, Tony, you owe me fifty bucks!" Sam yelled, reminding them both they weren't alone.
"In private," Bucky grumbled in response to Holly, shooting a glare over his shoulder.
She nodded quickly and he grabbed her hand, pulling her away from the large gathering. Holly struggled to keep up with him and her breath was coming in sharp pants as they approached the elevator.Â
"Slow down, Buck, Jesus," she grumbled, puffing a wisp of her blonde hair from her face. The door opened with a ding and she glanced up at Bucky, watching the muscles in his jaw tick before he stepped inside.Â
Following hesitantly, Holly tried to stand farther away from him, but it was like her body couldn't stand not being near him. She wanted his hands on her skin again, his breath on her lips.Â
"Fuck it," Holly groaned before turning, and grabbing Bucky by his collar. He smiled as she crashed her lips to his once more. His hands gripped the skin of her waist, leaving her begging for more.
"I thought we were talking," Bucky panted, licking his lips before catching her swollen lips again.Â
"We will. Just let me-" she said with a whimper. She didn't realize how badly she wanted this. Months of pent up annoyance and frustration and she had reached her limit.
His big hands moved around her back, as he Â
âPlease, sugar-â Buck whispered as her lips crashed against his, their teeth clicking. âI want to talk-â Her fingernails danced along the nape of his neck and he whined into her mouth. âI think we should- I think we should talk.â
It was all too much but still not enough for Holly. The way his hands ran all over her body gripping and squeezing, his breath fanning over her face as they both tried to resist the rising need to fuse their lips again.
"So talk." She breathed, her lips brushing over his with every word watching his eyes flit between her eyes, flushed cheeks, and her swollen lips and back again.Â
The low, gravelly groan that rumbled in his chest paired with how his fingers tightened momentarily before letting go of her, was enough to knock the breath out of her lungs.
"Holly I-" the ding of the elevator interrupted him as it announced their arrival, with both their rooms opposite to each other on the same floor there was no escaping the reality of their situation as they came to stand on shakey legs in front of their doors.
"You were saying?" Holly asked, voice trembling as her eyes met his. Emotion and lust colliding in their icy depths.
She watched as Bucky sucked a deep breath into his chest, his eyes never leaving hers. Thoughts raced through her mind, as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Maybe everything she was feeling was made up in her own mind. He didnât want this at all. That's why he wanted to talk so badly. But that wasn't going to stop her from taking as much of this moment in as she could before reality came crashing back over them.Â
Bucky took a step toward her, his arms out-stretched as he caged her against her door. His eyes flickered from hers to her lips as he inched closer.Â
"You drive me fucking crazy" He mumbled through gritted teeth. "Since the day you got here. All you've done is piss me off..."
"Bucky..." Holly whispered.Â
"No. I'm talking now." He stated, using his metal hand to lightly brush a piece of blonde hair away from her eyes. "You're loud and obnoxious, and so cocky you make Tony look normal" He breathed a laugh.Â
Holly swallowed thickly as her jaw clenched listening to his words.Â
"But you are also the kindest person in this building, and challenge me to think during combat in ways I never would have thought to..." Bucky placed his forehead against hers. "And when I saw you standing there tonight looking as beautiful as the stars in the sky, I thought my heart was going to leap out of my throat"Â
He pressed his lips gently to Holly's once before pulling back and brushing their noses together. "I've been so caught up in our little feud, I would never let myself admit how badly I wanted this..."Â
"I feel the same way Bucky..." Holly finally whispered, reaching behind herself, to turn the doorknob with one hand, as her other hooked into the collar of the pink sweater. "I want this..."
The next minute was a blur of teeth clinking, hands grabbing, and the door slamming. Now that their feelings were out in the open, neither of them could get enough.Â
Finally, the kiss broke as Hollyâs knees hit her bed and she fell onto it, leaving her staring up at Bucky as he towered over her.Â
âEver since the party started I wanted to do two things, kiss you;â Bucky said as his hands gripped the neck of the pink sweater, âand rip this fuckinâ thing off.â In one swift movement, the sound of ripped knitwear echoed around them and before long the sweater lay on the floor in two pieces.Â
He tipped her face up with a finger under her chin, thumb grazing her bottom lip slowly, sending sparks inside of her as she craved more. She wanted to be closer, feel him in every way. Everything inside her just screamed for him like it had so many times before. She got used to hiding it with their snarky remarks and constant fights over whatever would cross between them because it had occurred to her that she was afraid of walking into something only she desired.Â
âBuckyâŚâ She whined, more pleading than intended.Â
He leaned down closer, lips brushing against hers as he whispered with hooded lids. âNowâs the time to actually say something, dollâ He smiled softly.
Buckyâs hand slid up further to cup her face. Her belly was filled with fire, her breath trembling in her chest. The spice from his cologne filled her nostrils and Holly reached out to gently wrap her fingers around his dog tags. She wanted to make sure that he wasn't going to run away from her, or that this wasn't some kind of sick joke, but she could tell by the look in his eye that he had every intention of staying. Whether or not they'd be doing any more talking was up for debate.
"Kiss me," she pleaded.Â
"Say please," Bucky whispered, his eyes dancing across her face.
She normally hated to give Bucky what he wanted or to give him any kind of an ego boost, but the softness of his lips was the push she needed to whisper, "please."
"That's a good girl."Â
His gentle, rumbling voice filled her ears as his mouth slid against hers one more time, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her up to her feet. She wound her arms around the back of his neck, pulling his hair out from the loose bun. Bucky groaned as her fingers knotted in his hair and her mouth opened to deepen the kiss.
Bucky's hands roamed her body and he laughed against her mouth.
"I think you've got a few too many clothes on," he replied as he broke the kiss.Â
Holly's heart was thundering in her chest, and she let him turn her around, his lips sliding up her shoulder as he gently pushed the strap of her dress down.Â
"Will you do me a favor, princess?"
"Depends on what it is." She couldn't help but be a little defiant. He seemed to like it.
He chuckled.
"Will you keep those pretty heels on for me? I always pictured you wearing those and nothing else."
Her face burned as his fingers began to tug down the zipper of her dress, and before her brain could formulate a coherent thought she whispered, "God, yes."
Bucky's laugh was deep, making a shiver run down Holly's spine as fast as the zipper pull.
He drew in a sharp breath though, as the fabric slid off of her, pooling around her ankles.
"No underwear - naughty girl," he growled, his nose tickling her neck as he placed soft kisses along it.
"It's âcause of the dress," she tried to protest.
"Huh, sure it is," His teeth found her earlobe, biting gently, "I bet the birthday girl just wanted to get laid."
Fingers, warm on one side, cool on the other, pulled her closer to him, his chest pushing against her bare back.
"Only by you," she sighed her admission.
He nipped down the side of her neck as his vibranium hand travelled up her body to her neck, grip soft but firm as his warm tongue soothed the marks left behind.Â
"You okay, angel?" he whispered, lips tickling her ear.Â
Holly swallowed slightly relishing in the feel of the cool metal against her throat as she did before she nodded her response. Bucky's hand fell to her shoulder kneading her skin softly as he moved her face to the side to meet her gaze.Â
"We can stop whenever Holly, okay?" he voiced sincerely.
âDefinitely donât wanna stop, but thank you, really,â she replied, grabbing his vibranium hand and placing it back on her throat. She took a deep breath, feeling the weight on her neck and shivered, head falling back against Buckyâs shoulder.Â
âJesus, youâre somethinâ else,â Bucky groaned, pressing a kiss to the side of Holly's head before spinning her around, a firm grip on the back of her neck and her waist. Bucky looked deep into her eyes for a moment, ice blue full of emotion before he pressed his lips to hers, parting them easily and slipping his tongue inside.Â
Bucky made his way down Hollyâs jaw, pressing bruising kisses to her skin, murmuring, âTell me what you want pretty girl, what do you need?â
Holly pulled on the waistband of his dress pants, fingers working quickly to undo his belt as Bucky sucked purple marks onto her throat. She whimpered when his teeth dug into her skin and once more, his smirk against her skin made her cunt throb painfully and gave her the confidence to ask for what she needed so badly.Â
"I know that you like me all of a sudden," she replied breathlessly, lips brushing Bucky's as she wrenched open his pants. "But could you fuck me like you don't?"Â
The growl Bucky let out as Holly's hand wrapped around his ridiculously hard cock vibrated throughout her body. He pressed her further down onto the bed, hovering over her as she stroked him.Â
"Remember what you asked for, darlin',"Â Bucky drawled with a grin, quickly kicking off his shoes and pants as best he could with the grip she had on him. It was hard to suppress whimpers as he caught her mouth with his own again.
She lightly ran her nails against his scalp, back fully arched off the bed as Bucky nipped at her jawline. He sat up on his haunches above her, kneeling on either side of her legs.Â
Holly had the urge to cover herself, but he quickly grabbed both her wrists tightly and shoved them above her head. She gasped at the sudden movement- and felt her core practically leaking on the bed.Â
âIs this okay?â he rasped against her ear, leaning down over her.
Holly nodded her head furiously, "Very okay... So very very much okay" She whined, wiggling her hips underneath him. "You're being a tease James " Punctuating his name in a way she knew riled him up.Â
Bucky moved back to look at her, his jaw clenched. The blue of his eyes was almost gone with the blackness of his pupils. "Don't. Call me. That."
A smirk graced her lips, as she ran her tongue across her bottom one. "Then. Get. To work."Â
Another growl-like chuckle left the depths of his chest, "Oh sweetheart when I'm done with you, you're not going to know which way is up"
Holly had no time to react before Bucky flipped her to her stomach and pulled her ass into the air. Leaning down to her ear he whispered, âYou want me to fuck you like I hate you? Then thatâs exactly what youâll get birthday girl.âÂ
Bucky sat up straight, one hand holding Holly up by her waist as the metal hand came in sharp contact with her ass.Â
Holly went to moan, but it was cut short by the cry that came from Bucky pushing his whole dick into her cunt. He stilled for a moment, âthatâs it doll. Let my cock stretch that tight pussy. Are you ready for more?â
Her body slightly tensed from his sudden action along with a pained but pleasurable feeling coursing through her. He must have noticed as both of his hands grabbed her waist, stroking her gently she started to slowly relax into his touch.
âJust like that⌠thatâs a good girl.â He breathed, pulling her up by the waist as he rolled his hips with their cheeks pressed against each other. âFeels good now, doesnât it?âÂ
A deep sigh and whimpers left her lips as she rested her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes to focus on the waves of tingles stemming from their connected bodies.Â
âMore Bucky, please.â She moaned as his warm hand trailed from her stomach to the valley of her breast, up to her neck, to suddenly leave her hot body completely.
She could hear something jingling from behind for a moment, wondering what he was up to before she fluttered her eyes open when she felt something cooling down the fire on her skin. Looking down, she needed to blink a few times to understand what that little steel object actually was.
He was relentless, hips slamming into her while he rubbed her back. It was like he couldn't help but let the affection he had for her bleed through. Holly whined at the brunt of his strength and the full weight of his body, savoring the sound of his gentle whimpers. She could feel every inch of him filling her up, sending fire and sparks all down her spine. Her back arched and she somehow found the strength to look over her shoulder. She watched his head fall back and another whine dripped from his lips. She smirked.
"How you doing, Sarge?"
His head snapped up and his eyes opened and narrowed.Â
"I'm a little hungry," he replied.
The alcohol was getting to her, making her head buzz and she flashed him a confused look.Â
"Wh--"Â
Holly's heart pounded as he pulled out of her and flipped her onto her back. Her breath was stuck in her chest and she let out a whine as she clutched the dog tags in her fist. She glanced down at Bucky who was staring at her as he pushed her legs apart with a soft grunt. Soft kisses began to litter her upper thigh, leaving sparks behind on her skin. A big, cocky smile spread across his face as he began to drag his fingertip through her folds. Holly swallowed a whine as Bucky spoke in that deep, gravelly voice that gave her goosebumps.
"I could use a snack, malyshka." She let out a loud laugh and Bucky smirked, his cheeks pink. "Please?"
"Fuck yes," she breathed with a small nod.
Bucky winked at Holly, and pressed his finger inside her, swirling it around before drawing out and sticking it into his mouth, eyes shutting. A feral groan ripped out of his chest and his eyes snapped open, blue nearly eclipsed by black. Hollyâs breath caught as Bucky wrapped his arms around her thighs, burying his face in her cunt.Â
âBucky!â she moaned, voice high and needy, his tongue already deep inside her, his nose brushing her clit. He attached his lips to her entrance and sucked, a squeal falling from her lips as her hips jerked in his hold.Â
Buckyâs arms bulged as he held her down, sucking at her cunt until she was sobbing out, âBucky, please, need you, inside me. Now!â
"Nuh-uh," Bucky snarled against her slick center, kissing the sensitive swollen skin as she whined. "Let me have it all, sugar."Â
Holly groaned and dropped her head back onto the sheets as Bucky gripped her tighter. Little huffs and whimpers slipped from her lips as he dug deeper into her cunt, the stubble on his cheeks scratching her swollen skin. Her hips bucked up against his mouth, chasing the sensation and she let out a breathy moan. He had her right on the edge, his warm tongue moving to draw short, small circles on her clit. Electric shocks started to spread from the inside out as Holly felt her eyes start to roll backwards.
âIf it wasnât your birthday-â Holly almost didnât hear his words over the blood rushing through her ears. He groaned against her clit. âI wouldnât let you come just yet.â
His sly threat turned her on. She bucked her hips faster against his mouth as the wave of pleasure cascaded over her - filling her with warmth and curling her toes. She was falling apart. He sucked on her clit, fucking her with his fingers, pushing against the spongey part that made her gush.Â
He pulled away and wiped his mouth, bringing his hand up to her mouth. Holly wrapped her tongue around the fingers that were just inside her. He trailed them down her chin and across her neck, pulling lightly at the chain she wore. His pupils completely blown out as he stared back at her.Â
âIâd like to give you another necklace if thatâs okay.â His fingers danced at her collarbone, drawing a trail of goosebumps underneath the dainty chain. He started to wrap his hand around the base of her neck, his metal hand pumping his dripping cock.Â
Holly moaned deeply at the feeling of his fingers tightening against the sides of her neck, just enough to make her head light. If she had known what he was capable of, she would have had him hate-fuck her a long time ago.Â
A mischievous smirk danced across her face as she batted her eyes up at him and pushed her neck harder into his hand. "Come on, baby... I'm not going to break," She taunted.
Bucky let go of his cock, and placed his metal hand beside her head, leaning down and locking eyes with her. "You are playing with fire, princess," He groaned, moving his hips to realign himself with her entrance. "Are you okay?" He asked softly.Â
She smiled softly and nodded, "I'm okay, Bucky... please, please fuck me," Holly pleaded.Â
A dark chuckle left his lips, "I just wanted to hear you beg," He whispered as he pushed himself inside her once more.
He dipped his head and nipped at her bottom lip, sucking on it until she whimpered.
"Please, Bucky, harder" she whined as she forced her voice to go up half an octave.Â
Bucky captured her lips and pushed his cock deep inside of her, both of them moaning against each other's mouths. She broke the kiss and gazed up at him as he began to rock his hips and fill her up. He couldn't stop smiling, and neither could she. "Good girl. Take all of me, angel."
Holly cried out as he bottomed out, "Oh god - Bucky!"
"No gods, sugar - just me," he groaned, letting his forehead rest against hers as he stilled, "Fuck - you feel so good."
Holly whimpered, cunt clenching as she pushed her fingers through Buckyâs thick brown locks, getting a firm grip and tugging until he looked at her.Â
âFuck me like you mean it, Sergeant,â she breathed in the space between them, and Bucky nodded, pressing his lips to hers once more before planting his hands on the bed beside her head, hips moving faster, pounding into her.
Bucky again wrapped his flesh hand around her throat, squeezing lightly on the sides of her neck. His pace was relentless- Holly knew she would be sore tomorrow, but she couldnât care less about anything but this moment.Â
Before she knew it, he grasped her hips and rolled them over so his back was flat against the bed. On top of his muscular thighs, Holly somehow felt his cock deeper inside her - she planted her hands back on his knees and started riding him, pushing her chest up in the air.Â
He moaned- deep and guttural, coming from a place side of him she didnât know too well. She saw his eyes roll back as she looked down at her through her lashes.Â
âMmm, baby,â she moaned. âMake me yours.â
He choked on his breath- Holly felt his cock twitch inside her, so she squeezed her muscles together in response. âMine,â he sputtered, his hips bucking up to meet hers. âAll- fuck- all fucking mine.â
"God Bucky..." Holly breathed out as she moved her hips against his, feeling herself clenching and squeezing around him. She wasn't sure if it was the super soldier aspect or just Bucky, but no man had taken care of her the way he was. The thought of Bucky actually caring about her was almost enough to send her over the edge as that fire built up inside her belly.Â
Shifting her body forward, she leaned a hand next to his head and combed her other into his hair, moaning as she reattached their lips. She wanted every part of him on her, craving his warmth.Â
His hand trailed up her body and into her hair, tugging enough to pull a groan from her lips.Â
"You feel so fucking good, angel," He grunted, into another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together and matching the rhythm. "Just like that... fuck"
âYouâre perfect,â he praised. âSo fucking perfect.â
She grinned, fucking him harder.
âSo complimentary.â
âJust make me come,â Bucky snarled, the words causing electricity to spread through her whole body. She was so close, and so was he, both of them on the verge of explosion. She could get used to this shift in their relationship.
"Yessir," She managed to get out, leaning back as her fingers went to her clit.
Bucky watched with rapt attention, his chest heaving as he drew nearer to the end.
"Buck - Bucky, fuck - come in me, please!"
With a snarl, he grabbed her around the waist, pulling her close as he flipped them back over, "Oh god, Holly!"
Their foreheads pressed together, harshly breathing the same air. Buckyâs hips moved at a furious pace, bruising Hollyâs, but she didnât care and pulled him closer with a hand on his ass.
His hips stuttered and, with a growl, he pushed himself deep inside her, hot ropes of cum spilling out and filling her up.Â
Neither of them moved, still panting into each otherâs mouths, Hollyâs spread into a grin, and Bucky mirrored her.
He kept their foreheads pressed together, rubbing his nose gently against hers. The moment almost brought tears to Hollyâs eyes - it made sense that all the frustration and annoyance between them ended in this explosion of desire and just.Â
But a part of her was still scared this was going to end just as quickly as it started. She closed her eyes and felt the familiar sting of tears. Bucky pulled their foreheads apart as he softened inside her, adjusting so she could still feel his body weight. He kissed her forehead lightly and mumbled, âAll mine.â As if he could read her mind and sense the doubt. He immediately moved to comfort her.
Bucky moved to the side and pulled Holly tight to his chest. His touch was gentle and caring as his fingertips glided up and down her spine. With the thoughts of doubt still drifting in her mind, Holly looked up at him and placed light kisses along his jaw. For now, it was just the two of them. No battles to win, no Avengers waiting in the living room downstairs, passing each other money as they figured out who won whatever bet they made. It was just her and Bucky.Â
"Holly..." He whispered. "Are you okay?" His vibranium hand brushed her hair off her face.
She sucked in a sharp breath and shook her head, as a small smile graced her lips, "I've never been better" She replied, stretching up to place a soft kiss on his lips. "Did you mean everything you said to me... before we uh, got distracted?"Â
Bucky breathed out a chuckle, and locked eyes with her, "I meant every word, love," His cool metal thumb brushed against her cheek, "I was just too scared to admit anything before tonight. Thought maybe these feelings would be one sided..." He admitted.Â
Holly nuzzled into his neck and kissed his skin once more, "I thought the exact same thing..." She smiled and moved to rest her chin on his chest so she could look up at him. "You're the best birthday present I've gotten... not the sex, just you" She giggled.
His smile was bright and warm, and he kissed her again, the two of them a tangle of limbs. She didn't know where her leg ended and his began. His vibranium arm traced delicate circles on her hip.Â
"I did buy you that necklace."
"I figured as much," she laughed. His eyes were so blue. Were they always this blue? "Why couldn't you admit it?"
He shrugged.
"I wasn't sure how you felt. I didn't want you to think it was a peace offering. I wanted you-- I wanted it to be something real and meaningful. Steve told me to just give it to you before the party, but I was too goddamn stubborn." He shook his head, his cheeks flushed. "Stupid."
"Hey, no. The afterglow is for good feelings," she told him. "Don't do that doom and gloom thing."
"I don't do that doom and gloom--" he stopped himself. "You're right."
She gasped and her eyes widened.
"Oh! Say that again! I'll have sex with you again if you say I'm right. Or maybe make me a banner. Hang it in the gym." Bucky began to laugh, and so did she. They pressed their foreheads together. "I'm done teasing you now, Sarge."
"Good, because I was hoping I could ask you out on a date." He bit his lip as she pulled away. "I don't want this to stop. I'd like to take you out, treat ya real nice. Let you wear my jacket. Maybe ask you to be my girlfriend."
Holly blushed.
"I'd love that. I still want that banner, though."
Bucky smiled and his eyes widened, suddenly remembering something.
"I have another present for you." He gently unwound his limbs from hers, kissing her once more as he half rolled off the bed, his feet, shoved in her face. She squealed and pushed them away.Â
"Barnes! Where are your manners?!"Â
"I wash my feet in the shower! Calm down, doll!"
He was fishing for something. She could hear his belt jingling and then a grunt. Holly reached out and playfully pinched his toe as he yelped before popping back up. He was holding something in his hand that looked like a little recording device.Â
"What the hell is that?"
"I paid Parker to make it for me-- well, you, but also me. You know how Tony goes on and on and on in meetings?" He pressed a button and a loud fart noise echoed through the room, coming from the speaker. "I told the kid I wanted to embarrass the hell out of Stark. You can program your phone to make it go off. It has ten different fart settings."
She burst out laughing, her face bright red. Bucky couldn't stop giggling.
"Your immaturity knows no bounds."
"Neither does yours! I didn't forget the whoopie cushion incident."
Holly blushed and cupped his face, kissing him.
"I love it. Thank you, Bucky."
The animosity and the hatred between them evaporated. They saw each other clearly, all of their faults on the line, and suddenly, he was no longer the big, brooding asshole who irritated her. He was just Bucky. Her Bucky.
Juniper stretched out her neck the best she could in the passenger seat of the undercover police car as she brushed the tangles out of her messy brown hair. Her long legs had started to tingle and her butt was numb from being in the car for twelve hours. She wiggled her toes before pressing them against the rubber sole of her converse and pushing it free of her heel.Â
She scowled. Her bottom lip jutted out upon seeing that her one sock, the cute lavender one with the cat on it, sadly had a hole in it and she could see the chipped red nail polish on her last three toes. The lump in her throat, the horrible one that had been lodged there since the day she watched John Walker shoot that man in the back of the head unprovoked, wouldnât dissolve.Â
Her stomach growled forcing her out of her silent bubble of safety, she looked over at him and anxiety flooded her. His scruffy jaw tensed tightly the second she cast her blue eyes on him. His gloved fingers gripped tighter on the steering wheel as her stomach growled louder filling the silence between them.Â
âIâm driving you to the safe house in Washington, Iâm not your friend.âÂ
He hadnât spoken a word to her since he had taken her into possession. She wasnât sure he would stop to feed her even if she asked nicely. Juniper went to open her mouth but was left silent when he turned to look at her.
âWhatever it is. No.â He snapped. âWeâre an hour from the first safe house, we arenât stopping.â
Juniper sighed before she spoke but her stomach grumbled audibly before she could say anything. His piercing blue eyes turned to face her, a look of annoyance marred his rugged features.Â
 ''Alright, let's get some food in you before I get accused of letting you die of starvation'' he said his voice low.Â
Somehow the tone of his voice got under her skin and a wave of goosebumps formed on her skin. Fucking hell it's cold. He might not let me die of starvation but she might as well freeze to death.
âThanks,â she muttered bitterly, turning her head to stare out of the window once more.
The highway was lined with pine trees, their branches laden with snow. Through the gaps in their trunks, she caught turquoise flashes of water, a lake she presumed, the grey of the sky reflecting from its still surface. It would be beautiful here, Juniper thought, if she were here for a different reason and with someone, anyone, else.
Juniper pulled her hoodie sleeves over her hands to try to keep any and all body heat enclosed. How the hell is he not cold? Juniper thought to herself. Her escort had turned off the heat about four hours ago and it seemed he wasnât going to turn it back on anytime soon.Â
Juniper decided that maybe talking would take her mind off the tragic scene she had witnessed and her continuously growling stomach, âSo, quick question, weâve been driving for twelve hours, and the last time I saw a sign for food was about five hours ago. Where exactly are we going to find food out in the middle of nowhere?â
She turned her attention back to the road in front of them when he didnât answer her. There were hardly any cars on the road.Â
âYou know, if I had known we would be driving for hours I would have packed some food. Itâs kind of hard to pack a bag without any warning or details about where I am going or for how longâ she said with a hint of annoyance in her voice.
"Sure princess," he sneered, his icy blues turned in her direction for a second causing her face to heat up, "next time your life is in danger, we'll be sure to let you know beforehand so you can pack food."Â
The car sped up a little before slowing down as he finished, leaving Juniper flustered in anger at him and the situation she found herself in.
Bringing her hand up to the window for the fourth time within twenty minutes, she wiped the foggy window clean in hopes of distracting herself from her hunger.Â
âHow much farther do we have to go? Thereâs no possible way that this isnât a dead end,â Juniper slumped against the seat.Â
The man beside her sighed as he shot a sharp glance in her direction.Â
âAre you ever not complaining?â He asked. His voice was rough, probably from the lack of talking, and Juniper twisted in her seat to face him a little better.
âIâll have you know Iâm a ray of fucking sunshine when Iâm not starving⌠or in a car with Sergeant Mood-killer who wonât even let me put music on⌠for twelve whole hours.â
He clenched his jaw at her remark. She watched him carefully as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat while he clutched the steering wheel harder, his leather gloves squeaking against it.Â
"My job is to keep you safe, not to satisfy your whims. Which means I need to keep my senses sharp and I can't do that listening to whatever mmbop crap you wanna listen to."
âMaybe thatâs what you and youâre friends listen to in your free time since you already seem so much fun to be around, but itâs not what I would prefer when I think of music, Mr. âI wear gloves to drive a carâ. What are you? 87?â
âCan you shut up?â He responded annoyed. His jaw was clenching so hard she was afraid he would crack itâŚbut on the other handâŚ
âNo, I wonât shut up. Iâm bored, hungry, tired, and cold! Sorry that Iâm not a robot like you. I am a human and I need those things like food and sleep once in a while!âÂ
He didnât respond. All he did was slow down the car, making Juniper hope they had arrived at the safe house. But to her surprise, he stopped the car on the side of the road.Â
âWhat are you doing?â She asked confused.
He didnât answer and got out with a blast of freezing cold air, slamming the door shut behind him as Juniper sat in shock. She watched as he flexed his left hand a few times, clenching it into a fist before opening the door and getting back in.Â
âD-done with your temper t-tantrum?â Juniper sniped, although it was slightly ruined by her chattering teeth.
He narrowed his icy gaze on her face, âyou should try insulting me once your lips stop trembling, tough guy.â
She pouted at him and the muscle in his jaw tensed as he leaned into her space, âmy only job is to keep you alive until you can put a man behind bars. It is hard to do that when I want to kill you myself. Shut up and let me drive.âÂ
Juniper could feel the heat rolling off his body. Sandalwood and cinnamon filled her senses and she fought to keep her cold lips still as he scolded her. He leaned back into his seat, satisfied with the fear he had instilled. Proud of himself. A horrible clinking sound, followed by a long painful muffle screeched sounded as he forced the keys into the ignition.Â
"Fuck. Of course, this happens," he growled hitting his gloved hand on the steering wheel letting out a string of curses under his breath. Somehow how seeing him mad made him look infuriatingly attractive.Â
"If you move, I'll tie you to your seat," he grumbled before getting out of the car.Â
"We are in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, why would I leave?" Juniper retorted ironically.
She heard the snow crumple under his heavy footsteps as he rounded the front of the car and popped the hood. She couldnât see him from where she sat shivering in the car but she sure as hell heard him when he swore loudly and slammed the hood back down. The car rocked when his boot connected with the tire and she let out an involuntary yelp when he drove his right fist into the hood once, twice, and a third time, leaving craters in the smooth black metal.
For the second time, Juniper is hit with a blast of ice-cold air as the agent gets back in the driver's seat.Â
âFUCKâ, he yells as he pounds the steering wheel, bending it with the force of the hit.Â
Juniper gasped, âLANGUAGE! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?!âÂ
At a time like this, humor was the only thing that kept Juniper from having an absolute breakdown. Apparently, that wasnât the case for her escort.Â
His blue eyes pierced into her as he whipped his head to stare at her. âGet out.â He said sternly.Â
âWha-what?â Juniper stuttered as her eyes widened.
"Did you not hear me the first time?"
"You need to calm down, dude."
"I am calm," he snarled through gritted teeth. "You know what would make me a lot calmer, is if you did as you're told, dude."
Juniper shivered beneath the weight of his gaze but got out of the car. She didn't want to mess with him, or piss him off after he just dented the hood. She shut the door and crossed her arms over her chest to conserve her body heat. She could feel his eyes on her.
"You cold?" He asked, his voice clipped.
She didn't answer, still shaken by this violent outburst. Her escort sighed and shrugged off his jacket, holding it out for her. She sneered at it and he huffed.
"Take it." His voice softened, along with the permanent scowl he seemed to wear. Slowly, Juniper grabbed the coat, but apparently, even that was too slow for him and he wrapped it around her shoulders, zipping it up. She smelled leather and the cinnamon from his cologne. He sighed softly and looked around. "We have to walk. Car's busted."
"You sure?" She asked with a raised brow. "You wanna hit it again? Maybe roundhouse kick it a few times? I heard mechanics do that a lot."
He rolled his eye at her comment and walked around to the back of the car and opened up the boot and grabbed his bag along with hers. He closed the boot and started to walk along the road. She began to follow him and reached out her hand.
âI can carry my bag, I donât need you to carry it for me,â she said as she caught up with him. He handed her bag over in silence as he continued to walk. âSo are we just going to leave the car here orâŚâ
âIâll call someone when we get to where we are going⌠hopefully they will be able to fix it,â he replied with a sigh.
âAnd where are we going exactly and how long will it take? Because I rather not be walking out on the road when it gets dark and even colder,â she said trying to keep up with his pace damn this dude could walk fast.
âYouâll see,â is all he had to offer. Juniper sighed as she rolled her eyes- this guy was going to make this ten times harder than it should be.Â
In hopes of entertaining herself, she looked up at all the wildlife around them; the beautiful pine trees with their branches covered in snow, the few birds that actually liked the cold decorating the trees with their nests.Â
It was beautiful as the late-day sun made the snow glisten with a sparkle similar to that of a diamond.Â
Where ever they were going, it was quiet and peaceful- something she could get used to.Â
âSoâŚwhatâs your favorite food?â She asked, her chipper voice breaking the silence.
âPizza,â he muttered, voice lost to the wind as he marched ahead. Juniper skipped to keep up, huffing and puffing as the cold air hit the back of her throat.Â
âBooooring,â she breathed out, smirking when he growled in frustration. âWhat kind of pizza?âÂ
âListen, sweetheart. I donât know how many times I need to tell you this, but weâre not gonna do the whole âgetting to know youâ shit. Stop talking, keep up, and stay alert. You talk again, Iâm throwing you over my shoulder.âÂ
Juniper stared up at him, eyes drawn to where his jaw ticked before they tracked up to his mouth and the way he clicked his tongue against his teeth.Â
âYes, sir.â
They continued their trek along the side of the road for what felt like ages for Juniper as she tried to keep up with her escort's long strides. She felt like her legs were going to give out, both from exhaustion and the cold seeping through her clothes. No matter how many times she'd rebundled herself into his coat she just couldn't shake it, all the while this man walked around completely unfazed at the dropping temperature. At one point she felt his cutting gaze on her as she adjusted the coat and her bag once again, she assumed the scratching and rubbing of the fabrics was also annoying to him. She cast her eyes downward and continued walking. This was the worst thing that could have happened to her, they could have at least assigned her someone with compassion.
She began to feel a little dizzy and just as she was about to ask him how much longer it would be, he stopped. He turned to her, giving her a once-over at the sight of her slumped shoulders. For just a split second she thought she saw a glimpse of worry in his eyes.Â
"It's through here. Just a few more steps, okay?" He voiced as he nodded towards a barely there path between a string of cedars.
The sudden bout of dizziness grew stronger and she thought if she opened her mouth, everything would leave her stomach right away, so she answered with a quick nod, looking down at the white snow beneath her feet.Â
âYou okay?â He furrowed his brows.
She didnât respond, so he took a step closer to her.Â
âTalk to me.â His tone was commanding, but it felt like he was concerned about her.
Juniper swallowed before she answered. âWhat is your name?â She was still looking at her feet, covering her stomach with her arms.Â
âYou answer my question first-â
âWhat. Is. Your. Name?âÂ
He sighed before he answered, a little confused by her sudden change in behavior. âJames.â his voice was soft.Â
She nodded, âOkayâŚJames?â She made a quick pause before she continued. âIâm not feeling good.âÂ
He let out a deep breath before he stepped closer. She yelped in surprise when she felt his strong arms lifting her up into his arms, carrying her the rest of the way.
âWhat? I didnât mean- you donât have to carry me, I just needed to rest,â Juniper said quietly, unable to stop herself from snuggling into his warm embrace.
âBetter to get there faster,â James said gruffly, staring straight ahead, jaw ticking again. He didnât seem to be under any strain at all, just annoyance.Â
âThank you anyways,â Juniper whispered, and she felt his arms tighten around her briefly before James cleared his throat roughly.Â
âItâs nothinâ,â he rumbled just as a cabin came into view.
She followed him as he slowed down his steps through the snow-covered path. The trees interlock each other as if walking through a tunnel. He stopped them just outside the porch. It may not have been much for the world but for Juniper, it felt like walking into a new untouched world. It looked picturesque with the cabin that was nestled back in the woods. The snow lay like a thick blanket on the roof, the snow barely hanging on the edges with a brick chimney. She could already see herself sitting in front of the fireplace with her hands reaching out to finally replace the cold with warmth again.
âIs this it?â She asked as she looked up at him.Â
He narrowed his eyes in front, clicking his tongue against his teeth. âNo, the Hilton is just behind it. Do you think you can make it?â
Juniper huffed and rolled her eyes. She became acutely aware of her arms wrapped around his neck and felt a blush creep across her face. âPut me down.â
James said nothing, just suddenly dropping his arm from underneath her body. She felt her Converse land against the snow, sinking slightly into the pillowy white. As much as she didnât want to admit it, the sudden loss of Jamesâ body heat had her trembling. She exhaled deeply and watched the cloud of her breath fill the air as she stared up at the porch.Â
The safe house. Her new digs for the next⌠however long. With this giant, muscular jerk. Great.
âLetâs go,â he said gruffly. He put his hand on the small of her back and ushered her up the wooden steps. The planks creaked under their weight as if they havenât been used in years. James reached up towards the porch light and Juniper winced as she heard the crunch of spider webs. He procured a single key and shoved it in the deadbolt, pushing the front door open. He stood behind her as her shoulders trembled, and pursed his lips.
âAlright, princess. Get in.â
âYou know I have a name right?â Juniper muttered as she stepped inside the cabin with a small push from James.Â
The wind blew against the side of the house and she could feel the draft through the walls. The furniture had a thin layer of dust clouded around them and it reeked of must.Â
She shuddered again feeling the cold seep further into her bones. Juniper set down her bag, coughing slightly at the dust cloud that formed around her.Â
James pulled the old door closed and rounded the old green couch that took up most of the living space, tossing his bag onto the cushion. She stood, watching him as he inspected the fireplace and then the wood pile next to it.Â
âItâs not much wood,â he sighed, tossing a few logs into the fireplace, âdo me a favor darlinâ, check the closets for blankets, paper, anything we can use to keep warm.âÂ
She stood, almost frozen in place her legs ached and her stomach still growling. James glanced up at her after not hearing her move, his eyes a bright ocean blue against the harsh darkness around them, âJuniper? Can you do that?â He asked but it sounded more like a command.
She curled up her toes in her wet shoes and bit her lip, staring around the cabin. She had stepped out of a winter wonderland and back into the horror movie that her life had become.Â
âAlright,â he stood wiping his hands on his pants. âI know that youâre tired, hungry, and scared but if I donât get you warm now, youâre going to wish being hungry was your only problem.â
âI get that being an asshole is your whole personality but some of us canât compartmentalize our needs,â Juniper whined but James didnât falter in his order of her. âFine, blankets, paper.âÂ
âGood girl,â he smirked and suddenly she wasnât so cold anymore as a wildfire spread through her belly. She turned her back on him, wandering around the cabin using the tiny bit of sunlight that peered through the dust-caked windows until she found a closet. The doorknob and hinges were covered in a thick coating of dust and webs. "Spiders," she shuddered, kicking her foot against the ground like a child, "I fucking hate spiders."
She pulled the sleeve over her fingers and twisted the doorknob just hoping that the spider had long fled the rotted wood.
She found a stack of old newspapers which she tried to pick up as a spider fled the stack over her feet. Juniper let out a high-pitched screech that sounded through the whole cabin.
Seconds later, James barged into the room.
"What's going on ?" a slight concern laced his deep voice.
Juniper's face marred with disgust.Â
"Fucking spider." She murmured under her breath.
âYouâre kiddinâ me, right?â He said with disdain, frowning anew.
âLook,â she shuddered, âeveryone has limits and this is mine. Are you gonna protect me, or are you gonna keep frowning at me?â
âCan you at least grab the blankets?â He asked.
âI fuckinâ told Sam I wasnât the right guy for this. Shoulda asked fuckinâ Torres,â James grumbled under his breath as he picked up the stack of paper.
James walked back to the fireplace again, leaning down, and began to stuff kindling and starter paper around the larger logs.Â
Juniper looked around her and saw the doorway to a small, kitchen. âFinallyâ, she breathed a sigh of relief. She stepped towards a row of cabinets next to a refrigerator she was sure was as old as her grandma. With caution, she opened the first cabinet to be greeted with no spiders and canned food goods.Â
Her stomach growled again as she grabbed a can of fruit cocktail and spam, not her favorite food, but they would have to do. She began rummaging through the drawers looking for a can opener and a spoon.
âWhat are you doing?â James appeared in the doorway, a look of annoyance still on his face, âDo you always make so much noise?â
She sneered at him, her hunger bleeding into pure agitation.Â
"Oh, I'm sorry, do regular sounds that humans make bother you, Your Highness? I'm looking for a can opener."
James rolled his eyes and walked toward her, pulling a knife out of nowhere. She gasped and put her hands up as he flipped it in his hand and then grabbed the can. He bit down on his bottom lip as he used the tip of the knife to dig beneath the metal lid. It popped off in an instant and he slammed it back down on the counter.
"Don't say I never did nothin' for ya, princess."
"What about a spoon... or a fork?!" She squeaked.Â
"You've got perfectly good forks on the ends of your arms," he called as he strode back toward the fire to start working on it.
Juniper crossed her arms over her chest, scowling at him.
"Are you going to be an ass this entire time?"
He looked over his shoulder, his eyes glittering. Her knees knocked together and she had to lean against the counter to keep herself from falling over. She could feel the flush in her cheeks and her throat clenched as James flashed her a cocky grin.Â
"It's my specialty, sugar."
Juniper stuck her tongue out at him once he had turned his back to her. She decided she was too hungry to look for a fork and opted to use her fingers to eat the canned fruit. Leaving the kitchen she decided to explore the rest of the cabin. When she came across the bedroom she found that there was only one bed.Â
âYouâve got to be kidding me,â she said.Â
âWhat?â James called from the living room.Â
âIâve read too many books to know what this means. And a lot of fics on AO3. Nope, not happeningâ she said, shaking her head back and forth.Â
âHuh?â James asked.
âThereâs only one bedâŚâ Juniper said.Â
âAnd?â James asked coming into the room.
"And?! It's not happening, mister!" Juniper snickered at him, only to be met with his vacant stare.Â
"What?" He huffed out after a beat, confusion mixing with irritation on his face.Â
She marched to the bed, canned fruit in hand as she planted herself in the middle of the bed, cross legged and staring at him while picking a pineapple slice and talking around the bite in her mouth;
"I'm taking the bed, and there will be no sharing it or warming up together. No sir. None."Â
She swallowed the piece of fruit as he marched out of the room, mumbling to himself.
âHey!â She launched a piece of pineapple at him, hitting him square on the back of the head and he froze as it made impact, âI need confirmation that youâre not gonna try anything.âÂ
âIâm not gonna try anythinâ, sugar, donât you worry.âÂ
Juniper huffed, âwell now Iâm just gonna think you donât find me attractive.âÂ
âJesus Christ,â James stalked back into the bedroom, stopping in front of her. Her eye line fell level with his chest, the hard muscles pulling his shirt tight as inhaled deeply and let out a heavy breath. âIt would be unprofessional of me to comment on your looks, Juniper.âÂ
âBut you kinda want to, donât ya?â She grinned.
He pinched the bridge of his nose and let out an exasperated huff.Â
"I don't want anything and I'm not entertaining this conversation anymore."Â
"Oh come on, James. Indulge a girl a little, one compliment won't kill you." she voiced peering at him through her lashes.Â
He let his arm fall to his side as he stepped forward, pressing his hands onto the mattress as he leaned down to meet her gaze. Juniper swallowed slightly as he inched closer to her. Their noses were just inches apart, ocean blue eyes boring into hers, his breath fanning her face as he responded.Â
"You're not sharing the bed, I'm not indulging you. With compliments or otherwise. Eat your fruit and behave, Juniper."Â
Her brows knit together, her brain failing to put words together at the moment as he brought himself back to his height and turned back to leave the room.
âJerk,â she muttered to herself, enjoying the rest of her fruit.Â
The next couple of hours were exhausting. She didnât know what to do besides walking around the house and looking at the spider webs, giving them names to have at least something that makes the time go by faster. After a couple of hours, she got tired and decided to lie on her bed. Bucky was still at the fireplace, heating the cabin up a little, though the warmth didnât reach the bedroom. He looked through some blankets to make sure they were free of spiders before he went to the bedroom, laying the blankets onto the bed.Â
âHere,â he said softly. Looking up at her he saw that she was changing her wet sweater.Â
He cleared his throat and looked away, giving her privacy.
After she changed into a dry t-shirt, she voiced a soft âThank you,â which made him turn to look at her again.Â
He responded with a quick nod and left the room.
Juniper stepped over to the pile of blankets, picking one up and delicately shaking it out, relieved when no spiders fell out. As she wrapped it around her shoulders, she heard Jamesâ voice through the open door.Â
ââŚand then the damn car broke down! Donât laugh Sam, it wasnât funny- she was exposed, she couldâve died.â Juniper shuddered and started to turn away when there was silence but James spoke again. âHa ha Sam, you just might have to stop me still, sheâs a goddamn pain in my ass!â
Her shoulders sunk down, the blanket fully enveloping her frame. Hot tears filled her eyes and before she could recognize herself as upset, they spilled over. Her cheeks burned as her thoughts spiraled. She wanted to run into the other room and smack James, giving him a piece of her mind. She could still hear him talking to Sam- probably still complaining about her.Â
She didnât ask to see what she saw. She didnât ask for her entire life to be upended. She certainly didnât ask to be stuck in the middle of the snowy woods with Agent Sunshine.
Juniper felt the flames of white-hot anger deep in her belly. She felt the words bubbling up in her throat- this guy was being such a dick, and she was gonna let him know-
âG-goodnight,â she said suddenly. She heard James stop talking. A little louder, more confident now- âGoodnight, James.â
She didnât give him a chance to respond before she walked forward and closed the bedroom door, hearing a firm click. The blanket sagged from her shoulders as she collapsed on the bed in a heap of tears, finally letting the reality of her situation sink in.
Juniper woke to the sound of something thudding against the side of the house. Her eyes shot open as the images of yesterday started flooding back in. She quickly sat up, her heart hammering in her chest as she wrapped the blanket from last night further around her frame.Â
âJâJames?â She sucked in a burst of cold air when the thudding suddenly stopped. It had to be him, they were in the middle of nowhere. Walker couldnât have found her so soon. But what if he did.Â
âJames?â She asked again, a little louder this time as she reached for the bedroom door handle. Her fingers wrapped around the frigid metal before turning it carefully.Â
Juniper poked her head out, her eyes searching the room. She finally let out the breath she hadnât realized she was holding when she saw him standing in the doorway, an arm full of damp logs, kicking his boots against the threshold to rid them of the matted snow.Â
Crystal blue eyes fell on her face, his brows furrowing for a moment but softened as she opened the door fully.Â
âMorningâ.â He muttered, his voice raspy and still full of sleep.Â
âMorning,â she whispered watching him move about the room stacking the wood against the fireplace.Â
The tension between them was thick, and his words from last night still hung in the air. Sheâs a pain in my ass.Â
âHow long are we going to be here?âÂ
James sighed, glancing up at her like suddenly her presence was a burden, âI donât know, June. Probably until Walker isnât planning on hurting you anymore.â
âI would appreciate it if you didnât joke about that,â she huddled her arms around herself as she walked toward the edge of the couch and sat on the arm. He rolled his eyes and went back to stacking wood, this time within the fireplace.
 âIt may be normal for someone like you but Iâve never seenâŚâ she stopped shaking the images of the blood pooling on the ground at her feet from her mind.Â
He paused his process of stacking the wood, his shoulders tensing at her words. She didnât expect an apology for his crass remarks over the last twenty-four hours, but he could at least stop making them.Â
âTorres dropped off a vehicle this morning, Iâm going to go into town and get proper food and supplies,â he started, as his lighter clicked to life and the fireplace roared to life. The dull flickering illuminated his face as he turned on his heels to look at her again and like he was reading her mind cut her off before she could speak. âYouâll stay here and don't bother arguing you canât be seen in town.â
Juniper sighed loud enough for him to hear.
âStay by the fire, inside Juniper.â He warned.Â
She wouldnât win this fight but she could at least make his life harder, she spun around and stomped back to her room, slamming the door behind her.Â
âBrat!â She heard him call as he slammed the front door in response.Â
The hours ticked by and her own thoughts ate away at her as the wind ripped around outside the cabin. As the sun began to dip low in the sky, darkness engulfed the tiny cabin and the wind turned to a vicious hailing of snow. She trembled, wracked with chills even under two blankets as she talked herself off the cliff.Â
Each snap of the branches made her blood dip in temperature until the front door swung open. Slamming uncontrollably against the inside wall she dipped her head under the blankets as her heart pounded uncomfortably within her chest. John had found her. She was sure of it.Â
âJune?â A muffled voice called out to her, âhey,â warm hands reached out in the darkness and wrapped around her shoulders as the bed dipped behind her. âFuck youâre freezing,â James swore as he pulled his jacket off and pressed himself against her.Â
âGet away from me,â she pushed against him even though his warmth felt so good, it was intoxicating and made her sleepy.Â
âYou have to get warm June, you donât have a choice,â he grumbled, pulling her against his chest he wrapped his arms around her tighter and forced her face into the crook of his warm neck.
Deciding that it would be fruitless to fight against this annoying, muscular giant she slumped against his hard body, breathing in his scent. His skin radiated a heat that spread through her body pooling low in her stomach.Â
"Thank you," she whispered almost inaudibly.
"You're welcome, sunshine," he murmured as he began to stroke a stray strand of hair out of her face.
Goosebumps appeared on Juniperâs arms, her not knowing if it was from the nickname and low, sultry voice of the human radiator holding her, or just the heat in general. Suddenly, Juniper felt herself being lifted off the bed.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Juniper whispered as she raised her head to look at James.Â
James tilted his head to look at her, âWell, кнŃМна, you let the fire die while I was gone. So I need to start it again and warm you up completely before the hypothermia sets inâ.Â
James had moved easily through the cabin and gently placed Juniper on the broken down couch in front of the fireplace, keeping her wrapped in the blanket he had found her under.Â
âAnd youâre not going to get sick? You have on jeans and a t-shirt just like me!â Juniper snipped back, pulling her knees to her chest trying to keep what body heat James had left behind wrapped around her.Â
James looked over his shoulder and smirked, âIâm a super soldier doll, I canât get sick or cold.â He then turned his attention back to the fireplace.
She watched him start the fire, his muscles rippling beneath his t-shirt.
"What did you call me?" She asked.
A chuckle escaped his throat.
"I call you a lot things."
Her cheeks burned with humiliation. She was fixated on the Russian word-- at least it sounded Russian. It was probably something mean, and he was probably going to lie about it. He hated her, and she didn't understand why. She huffed softly and looked out the window as the snow fell, tears misting her eyes. She was stuck here with this asshole who hated her. The loneliness was starting to sink in and her throat clenched as she struggled to swallow the lump growing at the base of it. She just wanted to go home.Â
Suddenly, she heard the fire crackling and then felt a warm hand tuck beneath her chin.
"June?" He whispered. "Can you look at me?"
She shook her head and heard a soft, disgruntled sigh, a gentle crunch of knees as he crouched in front of her, leaning until his eyes met hers. Tears dripped down her cheeks and she tried to flick them away before he saw them but it was futile.
"Go away," she whispered, her chin trembling. She felt like she could choke.Â
"кнŃМна means princess," he breathed, turning her head to face him. "And I'm not going anywhere."
"Why are you staying? You could just leave me here, no one would know." Juniper hiccuped between tears, her voice thick with a held back sob as her eyes connected with his.
A tired sigh left him as James shuffled closer to her while he kept his eyes on her, lips pursed into a thin line.Â
"Look June," he lifted a calloused hand to grasp her own causing her breath to stutter, her eyes flitted down to his hand covering hers before looking back up at him, "I know this is hard on you. I know that I haven't made it any easier and I know you feel trapped here but.. I wanna keep you safe, okay?"Â
She could feel the warmth radiating from the fire starting to warm her chilled bones but it was nothing compared to the heat washing over her from his words, enough to quiet down the doubtful voices inside her head at his change in attitude.Â
His thumb running soothing lines over her hand was distracting enough on its own.
"Nothing is gonna happen to you, because I'm not leaving you." He whispered with conviction lacing his tone.
âYou promise, James?â She whispered, still not fully convinced. He nodded with a soft chuckle that made her heart flutter. His hard exterior seemed to melt with each passing second that they stood in front of the fire.Â
âAre you warming up at all, darlinâ?â A hint of a Brooklyn accent poked through his words, making her smile sheepishly. She had always found accents attractive.Â
But she couldnât lie- neither he, the fire, nor the two blankets were helping to warm her up. Shaking her head, James sighed as he frantically looked around the small cabin for something to help.
Time seemed to move painfully slow as his taut chest was fully revealed and Juniper felt like her eyes were going to pop out of their sockets at the sight. The contour of his arms and chest was illuminated in tinges of orange from the flames dancing in the fireplace.Â
"We need to get you warmed up fast, June and cold pieces of fabric between us isn't going to help get that done."Â
She felt her heart begin to beat faster and her throat ran dry as a taunting heat crept up her neck. This has to be a dream. She felt his warm hand brush against hers and broke from her trance meeting his gaze.Â
"I need you to trust me, Juniper. Let me help you. Please?"
All she could do was nod, as a violent shiver wracked her body, making her grab Jamesâ hand to steady herself. He raised his other hand to her waist, gently touching the hem of her shirt.Â
âTake this off?â he asked quietly, lifting the shirt an inch before Juniper took it, raising it and pulling it off the rest of the way.Â
James kept his eyes firmly on hers, but raised his hands to her pants. âItâll help if these come off too.â
âR-remember no f-funny business,â she said as she nodded her assent, James flashing a quick grin as he undid the button and pulled down the material.Â
âI gotcha doll, strictly professional cuddling happening now,â James said seriously as he quickly shucked his own pants and held his arms out for Juniper.
She wrapped her arms tightly around her stomach and gently leaned towards him. She was hesitant, but honestly- she was too fucking cold to wait any longer. She could feel the warmth radiating off his chiseled chest, and her options could be worse.
A blush crept up her chest and spread to her face as her eyes quickly glanced over his now exposed lower half. This man was made of muscle- his hipbones could cut glass, and his thighs were so burly that she felt icy butterflies in her stomach.
As she continued to blush and move towards him, she wasnât sure how her blood was still flowing- every part of her was as cold as ice. She felt goosebumps rising to the surface of her skin as James wrapped his arms around her.Â
Juniper dropped her forehead against his chest and immediately felt a surge of warmth. She swallowed a moan in her throat as she flung her arms around James, closing her eyes tight and holding onto him for dear life. Her body trembled against his, aching to get closer.
âWhoa there, sugar,â James cooed, lowering them both towards the couch cushions on the ground. He held her small frame alongside his, covering them both with blankets. âLetâs get you comfy by the fire.â
âHow are you like a million degrees?â Her voice shuddered softly as a chill wracked through her and she curled further into him.Â
James laughed, the vibration in his chest hitting her straight in her core, âare you complaining? Because I could just,â he feigned scooting away from her but her fingers gripped into the taut skin around his waist, holding onto the soft spots that melded to her fingertips making him laugh again.Â
âI was not complaining, just⌠making an observation.â She rolled her lips between her teeth, holding back a smile as she watched the flames flicker and dance in front of them.Â
âRight.â He breathed, tucking his hands around her waist.
She tilted her head up, pulling away from him a touch so she could really see his face. The hard lines of his jaw and how it angled behind his ear in a sharp swoop that she wanted to trace with her shaky, frozen fingers.Â
His lips hovered near hers, watching her as she studied everything about his face in the flickering light of the fire. The flames licked and danced behind his blue eyes as his lip curled up in response to her staring.Â
âMore observations?â He whispered and the husky tone of his voice mixed with the feathering touch of his fingers rubbing circles into her bare skin made her thighs clench together.Â
She nodded, words evading her. He leaned in closer, his spicy cinnamon scent overwhelming her and making her stomach twist into knots. His lips parted mere inches from hers as his eyes flickered from her gaze to her mouth, it was a languid movement that made her inch closer begging for him to close the distance.
âJune, this is the part in those books when the boy kisses the girl,â he huffed, hot air brushing over her lips. Â
Her brows furrowed and her hand came up to lay flat against his hard chest, her nails digging into the skin, âyou read romance books?â She laughed, unable to believe that and her bottom lip brushed against his sending sparks through her.Â
Juniper gasped at the electricity running through her from such a small touch. She would blame her brain for being frozen and unable to filter her next words. âWhy donât you show me what happens in those romance books you read?â With each word, their lips continued to touch in the tiniest ways.Â
James chuckled as his eyes gazed into hers again, âNow doll, I thought this was professional cuddling only?âÂ
Juniper saw the blue in Jamesâ eyes become smaller, she slowly moved her hands down his chest to rest on the waistband of his boxers. Rolling her hips closer to him she said, âThe tent youâve pitched isnât very professional, agent.âÂ
Before she could close the distance to finally kiss him, James had her laid flat underneath him.Â
Resting on his left forearm so as not to crush Juniper.Â
James moved her legs apart with his knee, getting closer to her face again, âItâs Sergeantâ He said as his lips eclipsed hers.
The kiss was crushing at first, all of the tension that lingered between them communicated through clicking teeth and tangled tongues. She didn't understand it. One minute, this man couldn't stand her, and the next, he couldn't get enough of her. On the plus side, she was a hell of a lot warmer.Â
Juniper drew in a sharp gasp through her nose as her fingers found the dog tags hanging around his neck, tugging on them. He broke the kiss to drag his lips along her jawline, tracing it as her eyes fluttered until his mouth met her earlobe.
"I thought you hated me," she whined, and then smirked before adding, "Sergeant."
The groan that spilled from his lips made her back arch. James pulled back, his eyes nearly black from his blown out pupils. A smirk eclipsed his face and her eyes followed the soft constellation of freckles that ran down his razor sharp cheekbone.
"Oh, darlin', I don't hate you. I was just afraid I wouldn't be able to stay away from you." She felt his knee glide higher and higher and moaned at the scorching heat from his skin. "And I hate it when I lose a bet with myself."
"What was the bet?"
She felt his knee grind against her cunt and moaned softly as he grinned, his face turning bright pink.
"I don't know,"Â he laughed, his nose scrunching up. "I just wanted a cheesy romance book line to say."
Her fingers tightened around the chain and she pulled him close enough that his nose was pressed against hers. He rubbed it gently against hers, both of them giggling softly. Juniper hummed as she scratched his chest lightly with her fingernails.Â
"We've got a fireplace, one bed, I'm freezing, you're warming me up... looks like we're ticking all the boxes."
"Looks like it," James breathed. His metal hand came up to brush her cheek. "Can I kiss you again, кнŃМна?"
His voice was so much softer this time, sweeter. She bit her lip and nodded before his mouth pressed against hers once more.
The second kiss was needier, messier as the fire flickered behind them. Between the fire and the kiss, Juniper was finally warm.Â
âDo you want to stay here or move to the bed?â She whispered a love drunk smile spread across her bruising lips. A calloused hand made its way down her side, the roughness sending waves of arousal to her core.Â
âI donât know darlinâ. Right here is just fine by me,â Nodding, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him back down.Â
His rough hand found its way to the band of her panties, trailing across her stomach before he stopped.Â
âMay I?â
Juniper dragged her nails softly across his scalp, fingers interlaced in his soft chestnut strands as she brought their lips closer together.Â
"Please do." she voiced before pressing her lips to his in a searing kiss.Â
James bit her bottom lip lightly and pulled back, releasing it with a pop as he sat back. He hooked his index fingers under the waistband of her underwear and pulled them down her legs, his eyes never leaving hers in the process. She sucked in a breath at the sudden chill before feeling his flesh hand grasp her calf as he placed a tender kiss to her leg.Â
"You let me know if you wanna stop at any point, ok Juniper?" She nodded in response and he squeezed her calf gently and shook his head. "I need to hear you say it sweetheart."Â
"Yes, I won't want that though. But ok, I will." she bit her lip holding back a smile at the sight of him as a slight pink blush crept to his face, nose scrunched with a smile. A soft laugh slipped from his lips followed by a whispered behave, Juniper before he began laying a trail of wet kisses up her leg. His fingers kneaded her thighs as he laid down, his hot breath fanning her wet cunt as he draped her leg over his shoulder. His vibranium hand found hers and he locked their fingers together as he licked a stripe between her folds. The tip of his warm tongue circled her tender nub before he took it between his lips.
Juniper moaned, fingers back in Jamesâ hair she clenched tight and pulled lightly, directing him to put more pressure on her clit. He groaned into her, vibrations traveling through her cunt to her fingers and toes.Â
âJames, oh my God your tongue,â Juniper gasped, feeling him smile into her wet heat before he curled his tongue and licked at her walls. âFuck!â
James pulled back, nipping at her inner thighs, teasing her back down from the edge.Â
âEasy darlinâ, weâve got all night,â he murmured with a wink before he pressed back in, tongue gliding through her folds again.
He lapped at her clit with his tongue, moaning into her soaked core. He unlaced his metal fingers from hers and ran them up the length of her frame and back down the column of her throat, over the lace of her bra, cupping her breast in his hand. The fire had warmed up the cool metal, and Juniperâs skin was addicted to the warmth.
âJames-âÂ
He palmed at her right breast with his metal hand, lightly pinching her nipple. The entire time, he continued working her clit. He wrapped his lips around it and sucked. She gasped as he started to roll her nipple between his fingers at the same time, causing it to pebble beneath the fabric.Â
He grasped at the fabric between her breasts and in one swift move he tore through the fabric like it was nothing, left staring at the flimsy lace in his hand.Â
He pulled away from her cunt, his mouth slick. âOh God,â he started, his breath hitched in his throat. He looked from the bra back up at Juniper who didnât recognize the guttural noise that bubbled up from her core. It was half shock and half primal lust.Â
âThat was so fucking hot,â she breathed, looking down at him through her lashes.
All doubt and fear fell from Jamesâ face as he heard her words. He grinned as he dove down and captured her lips in his. Juniper moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. He tossed the bra across the floor and slipped his metal hand between their bodies, running two fingers through her slick.
She whined as he slipped his fingers inside her with ease. âJames-â she whined, his teeth taking her bottom lip between his.Â
âCall me sergeant,â he growled against her jawline, moving his metal fingers in and out of her wet cunt.
Juniper gasped as his fingers curled inside of her, tenderly stroking the spot that made her toes curl and sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.Â
"Yes, Sergeant" She breathed, her eyes slamming closed as her hips rolled upwards between them, meeting the movements of his hand.Â
She raked her fingers down his back, trailing along the band of his boxers. Juniper felt his body tense for a moment, making her open her eyes to meet his. They were completely black now, his chest heaved with his pants as he stared down at her.Â
"It's okay," He whispered, his lips barely hovering over hers as he gave her permission to move.Â
Juniper gently dug her nails into his skin, forcing a groan to spill from him. Her fingers grasped around his cock, already wet with precum and sensitive. He bucked into her hand at the slightest of her movements, whimpering as James buried his face into her neck.Â
"I need you," She whined, her body feeling like it was floating as he coaxed her further towards the edge, "please Ja--Sergeant."
âWhatever you want, sweetheart.â James muttered into Juniperâs neck. He then pushed off her to shed his boxers, the absence of heat sending a cold chill through her body. She couldnât take her eyes off Jamesâ cock as it slapped against his abs, making them glisten in the firelight with precum. She was sure he would split her in half, not just due to his length, but his girth as well.Â
âSuch an observant girlâ, James smirked as he crawled back atop her, trailing soft open mouth kisses all up her torso.Â
âPlease, Sergeantâ was the only words Juniper could form.
James lifted his head up, âLook at me Juneâ, his voice low and soft.Â
Juniper locked her gaze with him. âIâve got you pretty girl, just relax.â
His hand cupped her face and she reached up to lace her fingers with his. He smiled softly.
"You ready for me?"Â
She bit her lip.
"What do you think?"
He exhaled and dipped his head to kiss her softly.Â
"I wanna hear it, gorgeous... I need to hear it." He paused, his voice low and rumbling as he peppered kisses along her cheekbone. "Tell me you need me."
Her heart pounded. It felt like it was lodged in her chest. She could almost swallow it as his hands roamed her body.Â
"I need you," she breathed.Â
James grinned, pride filling his face. He grabbed the base of his cock and slowly began to push himself into her. Juniper's breath hitched and caught in her chest as a deep, familiar sting filled her body. Her eyes closed, the tip of his cock buried inside of her. He stopped and kissed her forehead softly.
"You're okay," he soothed. "I gotcha."
"More," was all she could whimper. "Please, Sergeant."
He grinned, his forehead resting against hers as he pushed deeper inside of her, whining with her as she cried out. The sensation was electric, crawling down her spine and her toes pointed. Her muscles were taut, twitching.
"As you wish, princess." Finally, he bottomed out and she let out a ragged and raw cry as her back bowed. James grinned as she quivered around him. "Atta girl."
He pressed a sweet kiss to her lips as he lay still giving her a moment to adjust to him. Juniper brought her hand to his face, brushing the hair at his forehead softly as a content smile graced her lips.Â
âIâm okay, James. You can move.âÂ
James smiled and took her bottom lip between his as he moved his vibranium hand to the small of her back, lifting her hips slightly as he pulled back and thrust back into her. She dragged her nails down his back as she relished in the way his hips rolled against hers his movement sure to leave bruises along her hipbones.
Juniper but down on her lip, holding back but James thumbed it free, âCome on pretty girl, sing for me.âÂ
He thrust forwards harder the tip of his cock brushing past that sensitive place inside her making her moan.Â
âThere we go, angel, found the right spot,â James grinned as he slowly pulled his hips back, dragging his dick along her walls before slamming back into her spot.Â
Juniper desperately grabbed Jamesâ dog tags, swinging wildly from his neck, holding on as he began fucking her with deep, powerful strokes, moans and whimpers falling from her lips.
"James, oh my god" she breathed, her voice sounding so far away as he repeatedly hammered against her g-spot.Â
"No, just me darlin'," he smirked down at her.Â
His hips moved at a vicious but calculated pace that made her skin burn and ignite with goosebumps that trailed her entire body. James' mouth trailed along her jawline, down her neck nibbling on the sweet spot making her eyes roll back.Â
Every one of her senses felt overwhelmed. She could still taste him on her tongue, cinnamon and wood smoke filled her nostrils, the soft praises that spilled from his lips, the way his body felt under her fingertips and the way his hair stuck every which way, little tuffs sticking to his forehead from the sweat and his blown out pupils admiring every inch of her. Everything she was experiencing pushed her towards the edge, fueling the fire in her belly making her clench around him.Â
A sinful moan left his lips as his movements started to become erratic and quick paced. She knew that neither of them were going to be able to last much longer.
âSergeant, please, Iâm gonna come,â Juniper begged as her back arched more to take him as deep as she could.Â
âFuck, what a good girl you are asking your sergeant for permissionâ, James growled into her ear as his metal hand slid between them and he began to roll her clit with his fingers.Â
The fire in the hearth had nothing on the fire resting in Juniperâs core. It continued to increase as James kept swirling her sensitive nub with his fingers and drove his cock as deep as he could to hit her g spot. Her head fell back, eyes slammed shut as she moaned using all the air in her lungs.Â
âThatâs right Juniper, no one but me can hear you out here. Itâs all for me. Come for me, beautiful. I wanna feel you can squeeze me.â Jamesâ hip movements grew more erratic, chasing the high that waited, but his fingers worked steadily at her clit, the praise and permission sending her over the edge.
Juniper let out a sinful moan as the initial wave of her climax hit her, followed by a scream that emphasized just how intense her orgasm was running through her body.Â
âFuck, youâre so fuckinâ tight. Been thinking of how perfect this pussy was ever since you spent 12 hours squirming in the car.â Jamesâ words were as chaotic as his thrusts, but Juniper was in no state to stop him. As wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, all she could do was whisper âyesâ again and again.Â
Finally with one last bruising thrust James coated juniperâs walls with his cum. âOh FUCKâ, James screamed to the ceiling. He slumped slightly to where his and Juniperâs foreheadâs were touching, both panting to catch their breath. Juniper could feel their mixed arousal moving down her thighs and onto the cushions as Jamesâ softened within her.
A small huff made its way through Juniperâs lips at the loss of him as he slipped out from her and pressed his back against the cushions under them. He pulled her body flush to his chest with his vibranium hand, her head falling against his shoulder as he dragged the fingers of his right hand lightly up and down her spine.Â
She focused her attention on the steady rise and fall his chest with every breath and the way his heartbeat felt against the palm of her hand, beating almost in sync with hers as he seemed to relish in the lingering sensations of their highs and the feel of her body against his as she did the feel of his against hers.Â
Juniper pushed herself up slightly, leaning her weight toward the leg she had slumped over his hips until she laid chest to chest with James. She peppered kisses across the freckles scattered along his chest before she placed both hands flat atop it to support her chin as she took in every inch of his face, committing his content look to memory.Â
A satisfied hum left Jamesâ lips as he crossed her arms at her hips as if he was unwilling to let this moment go.Â
His eyes met hers and he threw a soft whispered âHiâ her way.Â
âHi.â she giggled, her breaths steady now but her heart rate picking back up under his gaze.Â
âWhatâs going on in that pretty little head of yours, June?â he askedÂ
âJust wondering,â she hesitated and he raised a brow slightly, urging her to continue, âI just- what were you thinking about me after you were âassignedâ to me? Honestly.âÂ
James let out a chuckle, bringing his flesh hand up to brush a strand hair off her face before he responded,Â
âWell, I think still- that youâre an incredibly brave woman. Especially for willing to speak against what you saw, putting the wellbeing of other people above yours to make things right. I think thatâs- youâre admirable Juniper. The world needs more people like you around.âÂ
She felt tears well in her eyes at his words. It had been the worst thing she had ever witnessed, and she was scared out her mind to have to be in hiding after deciding to talk, but this is why she did it. To keep it from happening again and for however long she had to be holed up in this cabin because of it, she was grateful the universe had at least gifted her with James. She felt him shift under her weight as he brushed his thumb across her chin.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âPerfectâ she whispered, placing a kiss to his lips before she laid back down and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
Summary: You and Wanda make plans to head to your familyâs cabin for the weekend. The only problem? Thatâs the exact same weekend that your dad and his friends were planning to go out there. Itâs fine, though, thereâs plenty of room for all of you, right? What could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Language, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut (oral (f/m receiving), face riding, fingering, hair-pulling, spanking, face fucking, degradation, rough stuff, breeding kink, slight voyeurism, name calling, little bit of cockwarming), Aftercare, Age Gap (Reader is 21, Bucky is mid-forties),
Word Count: 5.5K
A/n: My first post since my little disappearance lol. I hope you guys like this and Iâm hoping to actually start posting on a bit of a schedule, but Iâve always been a hot mess so weâll see lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, and I love you all very much!
Part one Part Two
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âAh! There you are, perfect timing. I was just about to call you!â Your dad says with a smile as you and Wanda walk into the house.
âYeah, we just finished yoga,â you explain, stopping at the front door as your dad and Bucky walk toward you and your friend.
Youâre both drenched in sweat, hair matted and clothes sticking to your body after an intense hot yoga class.
âYou gonna be okay here by yourself this weekend? Bucky, Steve and I are heading up to the cabin.â
You frown and shake your head, trying to avoid looking at Bucky because you know you wonât be able to play it cool if you meet his eyes.
âWanda and I were supposed to go to the cabin this weekend, remember? I told you on Monday.â
Bucky watches as you and your father discuss this weekend, his eyes devouring your figure.
neighbour!dilf!bucky is definitely a cat person, his daughter loves their two kittens and she often talks about them with you (bucky thinks it's adorable); he is just so cuddly, can you imagine this man with not one, but two little white cats??? i'm melting đĽşđ
how about steddie dick measuring contest but reader is the judge? if it leads to smut thatâs okay but i know youâll make it good regardless lol
authorâs note: the premise is there i promise, i just used this as an excuse to write threesome smut because it started out as a funny idea and then my brain just melted at the thought of it
cw: 18+ (minors dni), heavy voyeurism, threesomes, unrequited crushes (steddie), established relationships with reader, unprotected sex, creampies, multiple orgasms, oral (f receiving), mentioned virgin!eddie, steve is overly confident, eddie is a sweetheart, if i missed anything lmk
word count: 4k
It started after Steve and Eddie found out that you had been sleeping with both of themâthere was never any exclusivity in your relationship, and the sex with Eddie had started innocently, taking his virginity from him on his graduation night.
Every time with Eddie was something new. He was eager to try things, learn, and it made for some of the more enjoyable sex youâve ever had. He only lacked slightly in skill, still fumbling around most of the time and getting upset when he couldnât make you come as easily as heâd hoped.
For Steve, it was after a long-drawn out conversation about how he couldnât find the right women, the sex was lacking, and he just wanted somethingâit didnât even have to be something either of you committed to fully, as long as you two were having fun with it. Steve still went on dates every now and then, had the occasional hookup, but he always ended up back at your place most weekends using the opportunity to vent about his hardships in trying to find a partnerâmost of it fell on deaf ears, because as much as Steve was a great partner, he also talked about himself way too much.
He was full of himself, to be bluntâwhich is why this had started the conversation you were being forced to listen to currently, both of them settled on either side of the couch. You were smushed in the center, feet propped up on the table in Eddieâs living room, hands covering your face as you rested your head against the back of the couch and let out an audible groan.
âOkay but,â Eddie begins, another tumultuous conversation that was bound to go one forever if you didnât put an end to it, âyouâve seen both of our dicks, you be the judge.â
Steve had found a pair of your underwear on Eddieâs floor a couple weeks prior, because of course he knew they were yours. He held them up accusingly, both you and Eddie sharing an awkward glance.
You really had no choice but to come clean. Thankfully, they both took it wellâactually, they didnât have any problem with it, and thatâs what you couldnât wrap your brain around. Not at first, at least.
âItâs okay,â Steve comforts, squeezing your shoulder, âbe honest, Eddie can take it.â
You always hung out as a group now, never separatelyâand you couldnât ignore the obvious tension that has festered. Truthfully, it felt like an attack on you. They talked about you when you werenât around, you knew that much, having walked in on them in the middle of a particularly heated conversation about what made you come the quickest. Eddie knew it was oral, but Steve swore you faked it half the time just so heâd skip to the sex, always gawking about how good his dick feltâhow big it was.
And obviously, it had boosted his ego through the fucking roof.
âOh, fuck you.â Eddie insults lightly, leaning in to whisper against your ear, âCome on, sweetheartâlet him have it.â
âOh my god, who cares?â You ask redundantly, exasperated at the topic and almost shouting it out. âThe average isâwhat, five? Iâm pretty confident youâre both over that so what does it matter?â
âNo way Munson is packing over five.â Steve nags, pointing lazily at the long haired, wide eyed boy at your side. Eddie rolls his eyes, scoffing at the comment.
âWe get it, King Steveâs got a big dick.â Eddie mocks, throwing his hands up.
You snort at the nickname, âDonât call him that.â You tell Eddie, watching as Steveâs face falls slightly. âSeeâheâs too confident.â
âWhy are you avoiding the question then?â Steve counters, growing increasingly irritated. Itâs not directed toward you, or at Eddie even, he just wants to get to the bottom of it.
âWhy are you so worried that I might say itâs Eddie?â You tease, hearing Eddie howl a laugh behind you.
âIs it?â Eddie asks after he regains his composure, âI donât even care at this point, I just need to rub it in Steveâs face.â
âFuck this,â Steve says in a clipped tone, âWhip it out, Munson.â
âExcuse you?â Eddie asks in a subtle shock, eyes follow Steve as he stands from the couch. âTake me to fuckinâ dinner first, Steve.â
âI need to pee.â You say quickly, making a weak excuse to escape to the bathroom.
Steve holds up his hand, âNo, noâyou have to judge.â
You stare up at him with comically wide eyes, growling slightly under your breath when he doesnât relent, sinking back down on the couch.
âFine.â You agree, âHurry up.â
Eddie flicks his gaze between you and Steve before finally settling on you, âDo youâare we actually entertaining this?â
âTo be fair, I really donât know.â
It was the honest truth.
Steve fiddles with his pants as Eddie moves a little slower, more hesitant to expose himself. Steve grew up in sports, he was used to changing in front of other guys, nudity around otherâs wasnât foreign to himâEddie was obviously less willing, having grown up under constant scrutiny and bullying there was valid reasoning on why he didnât want to. You gave him a look, touching his wrist as he reached for his belt.
âSteve, I donât think this is a good idea.â You tell him as he lingers behind you, eyes still locked on Eddie as you turn to him, but something in Eddieâs face changes, a subtle smirk growing.
âGotta shut him up somehow, right?â Eddie asks.
And theyâre both on the edge of shoving their pants down, gaze noticeably locked on one another before youâre panicking, arms thrown up in an attempt to halt whatever was about to commence.
âWait, fuckââ You sigh loudly, slumping as they both look at you, âthis isnât fair.â
The silence is telling, both boys completely at your command.
Itâs almost impossible not to have fun with this, especially if they werenât about to let up over the whole ordeal.
âI meanâSteve is definitely a shower,â You admit, âbut I donât think itâs fair unless both of you areââ
âHard?â Eddie finishes for you, and Steve catches on immediately, that mischievous grin matches yours.
âIf you wanted a kiss so bad all you had to do was ask, sweetheart.â Steve replies with that puff in his chest, always so sure of himself.
You giggle softly, tongue poking at the inside of your cheek as you lean away from Steveâs reach, looking over at Eddie and back at him.
âNot me, Steve.â You reply sickeningly sweet, eye flicking up knowingly toward Eddie, bottom lip pulled between your teeth.
You werenât oblivious to the interest that Steve tried so desperately to hide any time he was around Eddieâthe teasing, the lingering looks, the constant need to piss him off just to keep him talking. Eddie was just as bad, constantly feeding into whatever game Steve was playing at. They had been friends before, somewhatâbut whatever this had become, it brought you all closer. Though, it wasnât your fault that they were so inherently stubborn and avoiding the fact that they, for a lack of better words, wanted to fuck each other.
And maybe that was a strong way to put it, but they almost seemed scaredâscared that it would make you feel a certain way. They were both always so careful with your feelings, two of your closest friends, but your annoyance was at itâs peak and you really couldnât take it any longer.
âEach other.â You say simply, wagging your finger between the two. âBut, of course, drop the pants first.â
âThatâs not funny.â Steve retorts.
Eddie shrugs, âI mean, I donât care.â
You shrug at Steve, pointing at Eddie. âYou heard himâget to smoochinâ, Steve.â
Eddie laughs at Steveâs shy hesitation, yanking gently at the open hem of his pants, fingers grazing his half-hard cock.
âCome on, big boy,â Eddie teases, smirk pulling at his features, âall talk and no gameâseriously?â
Thatâs what does Steve in, never one to back down from a challenge. He cradles Eddieâs head the same way he does yours, fingers disappearing into his long curls as he pushes toward him, slotting his top lip between Eddieâs, sucking at his bottom gingerly.
Itâs just a tasteâsomething to entice Eddie, but it doesnât take much. He pulls back with a breath, locking eyes with him for a brief moment before diving in fully, tongue splitting Eddieâs mouth open without hesitation, hands idly working at his jeans to shove them down, underwear following as he steps out of them in a fumble, the fabric getting caught at his feet. Eddie takes a little longer, belt snapping in the air as he yanks it from the loops and strips himself too.
âShirts too?â Steve asks, not directed at any particular person, but you answer seeing as how Eddie is so clearly distracted by Steveâs lips, his neck, the soft pattern of freckles that trace his face.
âYeah, yeahââ Your own breath is caught in your throat, despite how good you are at keeping your composure.
This was definitely meant as a joke, maybe a quick peck or two before youâd put an end to their miseryâbut that wasnât the case at all.
You felt like you were intruding, but your body was frozen in place and part of you forget the entire cause of this, glancing down at their slowly hardening cocks, shirts being simultaneously ripped over their heads before they fell right back into, Eddieâs hands squeezing along the side of Steveâs neck as he kissed him, letting out the soft sated noises he makes when heâs enjoying himself, eyes closed shut.
Steveâs hand grazes carefully over his own cock, his fingers barely grazing the head of Eddieâs as he squeezes at the base, bringing his fingers up to drag over the tip, openly groaning into Eddieâs mouth.
Eddie chuckles, biting playfully at Steveâs lip, emitting a strained grunt from his chestâand then heâs speaking to you, startling you out of the trance youâve fallen into, watching two of your best friendâs going after each other so eagerly.
âWhatâs the verdict, sweetheart?â Eddie asks, pulling away slightly to look at you. He sees the gape in your mouth, the glaze over your eyes and he canât help it, âOh shitâyouâre into this, arenât you?â
Steve turns his attention too, âIs that even a question? Look at her.â
âSomeone had to force you two to stop ignoring what was obviously there,â You defend, ââIâm not gonna choose, by the way.â
âOh, come on.â Steve complains, pulling away from Eddie brieflyâheâs so unashamed in his nudity that he turns to you, âseriouslyâwhatâs it gonna take?â
You shrug stubbornly.
Steve glances over at Eddie, whose pupils are blown to hell with arousal.
âYour bed big enough for three, Munson?â Steve asks, sending you a vivacious smile that makes you blush, shrinking away from him slightly. âWeâre gonna settle this.â
âUh, yeahâshould be.â Eddie nods, âBut if weâre about to settle whoâs better in bed, thatâs a given.â
It was definitely not a givenâbecause as much as youâd like to go for one or the other, they were making it impossible.
âIs this too much?â Eddie asks, shifting between your legs as he stretches your thighs open. Steveâs settled behind you, propping you up slightly as he tilts your head up, searching your eyes for any sign of hesitation toward this.
âI feel like I should be asking you two that question,â You admit, smiling softly as Steve tugs at your bottom lip with his thumb, smiling down at you, âthis is my fault.â
âYou good with this, Harrington?â Eddie asks idly, kissing at the inside of your thigh before nipping at the skin, causing you to squirm, gasping involuntarily.
Steve nods, making an affirming noise.
âYou think you can handle both of us?â Steve asks endearingly, though itâs edged with something else
âAt the same time?â You ask incredulously, âNo fuckinâ wayââ
Eddieâs tongue slides through the center of your cunt, biting gently at your folds. âI donât think thatâs what he means.â
âGood to know itâs on your mind though,â Steve comments, âmaybe weâll try that next time.â
Eddie pulls away briefly, laughing into the apex of your thigh. Steveâs fingers trailing down your bare chest, over the pudge of your stomach until his fingers reach your clit, rubbing slow circles until he can feel your breath starting to quicken. Eddie dives back in soon after, his tongue dipping into your entrance, lapping up the thick juices, sounding shamefully wet already. His nose nudges Steveâs finger, the pressure it applies is fucking sinful, causing you to moan openly, a hand wrapping around Steveâs bicep for support. His eyes never leave your face, so when your eyes go searching, heâs right there waiting.
âSo, hereâs the plan,â Steve explainsâand considering heâs a lot more experienced than both of you, it makes sense, âEddieâs gonna fuck you first, then meâthen youâll have to make your decision, alright?â
âNo promises.â You mumble, before Steveâs nudging your face back up again, eyes darkening.
âYou will.â Steve decides, âTrust me.â
Eddie moves up, leaning back on his thighs as he rustles around in his drawer for the spare box of condomsâbecause in hindsight, there was no way he couldâve prepared for this. So, of course, heâs all out.
âHeyâitâs fine,â You assure him, hand pulling his face toward you, âI trust youâconsidering Iâve been on birth control for the past year I donât think we have anything to worry about.â
âYou always make me wear condoms.â Steve grumbles from above, earning a light shove from you.
âWell, Eddie isnât going around fucking other girls.â You tell him lightlyâit doesnât come off as catty, more matter of fact. Eddie laughs, closing the drawer.
âSo, one point me,â Eddie says, pointing toward himself, before shoving a giant goose egg at Steve, âHarrington, zero.â
The conversation dies rather quickly as Eddie settles back down, nudging the head of his cock at your entrance, teasingly pressing it along your clit, sliding up through your folds in an effort to drive you madâit always does, his face lighting up every time. Steveâs not watching you anymore either, eyes lingering toward Eddie, roaming the expanse of his body, his face. Heâs never watched another man fuck before, despite his confidence. Steveâs had a threesomes before, though very few and far between, never like this. His sexuality wasnât something he always openly discussed, no one ever questioned it either. And truthfully, he wasnât sure if he even knew what it was. But, he was attracted to youâand Eddie.
Eddie pushes in slowly, face scrunching up in concentration as it always doesâitâs almost like Steve wasnât even there to him, his mouth coming down to latch onto your neck, kiss you gently, savor the sweet taste of your skin. Sex with Eddie is always slower, more sensual, and maybe you could enjoy it if Steve wasnât snickering above you so flippantly.
âDude,â Eddie complains, thrusts slowing as he glances up at Steve briefly before glancing down at you helplessly, âeither get busy or get out.â
âActually,â You pipe up, looking at Steve, âtalk to him, Steveâgod knows you never shut up when weâre fucking.â
Steve snorts softly, peering up at Eddie from underneath his lashes, smiling dangerously.
âItâs nice, yeah?â Steve inquires, eyebrows jutting up slightly in question, nodding toward you. âProbably the best youâve had.â
Eddie laughs weakly, his thrusts increasing slightly as he pulls at your thighs, hooking them around his hips more securely. He was gawking up at Steve, leaving you to watch the show with baited breath, eyes squeezing shit every now and then when Eddie hit that particular spot inside of you.
âItâs the only,â Eddie admits, âbut itâs fuckinâ perfect. Pussyâs fuckinâ perfect.â
And heâs never been a savant with words, but damn if that doesnât send an immediate jolt of heat to your core, moaning brokenly.
âYouâre getting off on this, arenât you?â Steve asks you, breaking his connection with Eddie briefly to glance down, âIâm not even kissing him and itâs driving you crazy.â
You nod dumbly, Steveâs attention flicking back toward Eddie.
âTell me how she feels.â
Eddie scoffs lightly at that. Eddieâs always talkative during sex, but not in the same way Steve isâSteve is always about praise and making you blush after every other word, while Eddie has no ability to keep his burgeoning thoughts inside, telling you something annoying about his day or his favorite song that week; itâs all very mundane but itâs Eddie.
âTight, fuckââ He sighs, gripping your hip harshly as he moved his hips into you faster, face scrunching up slightly as he glared at Steve, whoâs smirk hasnât faded at all, âgod, warm too. So fuckinâ warm and softââ
You whimper desperately, finger squeezing into Steveâs forearm as Eddie thrusts into you, shoving you up Steveâs chest slightly, their own faces nudging together from the close proximity they were in.
Steve nods knowingly, his lips grazing Eddieâs plush ones, pulling back slightly when Eddie leans forward. âItâs not fair to her,â Steve says in a hushed tone, but you quickly respond with a shake of your head.
âFuck, please,â You beg, âitâs so hot.â
They both laugh at that, forcing you to giggle despite how close you were to your own orgasm. Eddie presses his lips against Steveâs this time, initiating the kiss as he moves against you, fingers gripping you impossibly tighter as Steveâs tongue traces his bottom lip before slipping inside.
Itâs messy, all spit and battling tongues as Eddie's hand struggles against the mattress to keep him upright, limbs shaking from execution and the coiling heat in his stomach, grunting into Steveâs open mouth.
âGonna come,â Eddie whines, âfuck, Iâm gonna comeââ
âCome inside her.â He tells him.
It does Eddie in immediately, losing his rhythm. Steveâs quick, sneaky in his motions as his hand ghosts over your clitâthe attention was never lacking, itâs the one thing you appreciated the most about him. Your orgasm hits you quick, fleeting, eyes connecting with Eddie briefly as he spills inside you, fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to leave bruises. Surely they would, but you couldnât be bothered to care.
Steve rubs your arms comfortingly, chest heaving with heavy breaths as you come back down, head spinning slightly.
âStill with us?â He asks softly, rubbing his thumb along the side of your cheek until you connect eyes with him, offering him a small nod. He grins, âGood, my turn.â
Eddie moves slowly, still reeling from the intensity of it all, feeling floaty as he moves to settle behind you. Steve sits up as he takes Eddieâs place in front of you, leaning back on his heels as he lifts you up into his lap, forcing a small gasp from your chest. His fingers find your cunt, rubbing through the mix of your slick and Eddieâs as he pushes it back up inside of you where it starts to spill out.
âGood girl,â He chides, âI need you to keep it all in until weâre finished.â
Steve grips the base of his cock, pushing inside you slowly as Eddie pulls your hair aside, mouthing at the line on your shoulder, your neck, lazy and gentle kisses to remind you that heâs still there.
âOh fuck,â Steve groans, âsânot fairâyouâve been letting Munson here fuck you without a condom and deprived me of thisââ
âStipulations, Steve.â You sigh, face scrunching up as he lifts you slightly, wrapping your legs around his hips until you have no choice but to throw over the control to him.
âCanât help that you're a whore, Harrington.â Eddie chuckles, eyes connecting briefly as removes his lips from your skin, ââtell âem, sweetheart. Tell Steve how fuckinâ amazing it feels to have me inside you.â
You nod in agreement, a jerky motion of your head as Steve rams into you harshly, pulling a strained whimper from your lips, adjusting your arms around his neck for purchase. Eddie pushes in impossibly closerâSteve buries his face against the other side that Eddie isnât occupying, leaving a faint bruise in the skin before pulling away, surprisingly met with Eddieâs lips.
âSo good.â You mumble, voice barely above a whisper, words failing to reach you, gasping sharply at the feeling of Eddieâs fingers pressing against your clit, still reeling from the previous orgasm. You could feel it though, that deep seated ache in your belly that was lingering there, waiting. Eddieâs other hand is pulling at Steveâs neck, tongue forcing itself past his lips and devouring him on the spotâif there was one thing about Eddie, he could take your breath away with a kiss, which was evident in the way Steve could barely keep up, having seemingly met his match with Eddie.
âFuck, itâs tooâsensitive, Iâm gonnaââ You moan devastingly loud, both of them breaking briefly to attend to youânot that they werenât already doing so, but theyâre lips are puffy and red from kissing each other and they can barely keep their eyes for one another.
Youâve created a monsterâbut, it was a necessary evil. They had been walking around each other for weeks, tiptoeing around the topic, becoming more and more territorial over you to rile the other one up, it was only a matter of time.
âFuck, yeahâjust like that, baby.â Itâs the only nickname that Steve calls you that makes your stomach flutter, his voice softer than normal. Eddie leans in too, fingers still rubbing persistently at your clit as he breaths over your ear, murmuring a softâ
âLook at him,â Eddie comments quietly, âheâs a mess.â
And he wasâfor a brief second, you didnât even recognize him. Steve was normally so well managed and put together that the helpless look on his face was completely unfamiliar. His head fell back lazily, pumping into you a finally few times before heâs coming with a soft grunt, letting Eddie work you through your second orgasmâitâs overwhelming, almost too much, feeling your nails dig into the skin of Eddieâs thigh as you curse out a string of obscenities, chest heaving as you came down.
Eddie groans slightly, falling back on his mattress as you follow into a fit of laughter, neither of you able to calm yourself until Steve is settling by your side, staring you both down with a comical look of disbelief.
âSo, do you have your answer now?â Eddie interjects beside how valiantly youâve tried to avoid the topic. âOr, do we need to go again?â
And thereâs only one real way out of it.
âYeah,â You nod, âMe.â
âOh, thatâs bullshit.â Steve quickly recovers, flipping down beside you both, shuffling his pants back on lazily, while you and Eddie couldnât be bothered. âThatâs such a cop out.â
âAre you disagreeing with me?â You press further, the lilt in your voice coming off as a warning.
Eddie laughs softly behind you, âDonât do it, Steve. Youâll regret it.â
And for once in his life, he doesnât have a comeback.
âOkay, but back to the original questionââ
âItâs Steve.â You admit, earning a dramatic gasp from Eddie, hand clutched over his chest. âLook, you two made me choose, you canât be madââ
âYou could always try it out for yourself, Munsonâif you have doubts.â Steve teases, leaning over you slightly to peer at Eddie, eyes raking his body.
âMmm, but donât get your ego up,â You warn him, waving a careful finger at him before pointing at Eddie, âEddieâs technique isââ
âAre you saying I canât fuck?â Steve huffs out a laugh, âAfter that?â
âEddieâs justâeager.â You smile knowingly, watching as Eddie blushes a deep red, his hand covering himself indecently, the blood rushing to his cock again. âLike, really eager.â
Steve grins menacingly, âClearly.â
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