Last Mission - Series - Part 8: Hell hath no fury
Last Mission - Series - WS X Reader; BB X Reader
Warnings: SMUT properly in this chapter, pretty vanilla though. Kidnapping, dubcon, themes of stalking and voyeurism, some smut and swearing, and each chapter will have specific warnings as applicable. Minors please do not engage.
Winter Soldier X Reader (she/her); Bucky Barnes X Reader
Summary: you were his mission and unfortunately for you, he was told to bring you in alive
A/N: Sorry for the delay, trying to figure out where I am taking this story. Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
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Part 1: Uneasy feelings
Part 2: The long retreat
Part 3: On the run
Part 4: Watching the watcher
Part 5: Swimming with strangers
Part 6: Truth or something like it
Part 7: Somebody to love
Part 8: Hell hath no fury
James walked slowly to the cottage and you played with his long hair with your arm that was around his neck.
He used his toe to push the door open, the oil lamp still burning brightly on the workstation from earlier.
Your breath caught in your throat.
In the middle of the room stood Director Fury. "Well, don't you two look cozy."
James abruptly set you down. You were a bit unsteady on your feet from the wine and shock.
"Fury!" You rushed over to him. He looked a little worse for wear. "What has happened, any news on Hydra?"
"First things first, Y/N. I am sorry I couldn't tell you what was happening. I didn't want to make you more of a target or draw suspicion even more to you. But I know you must feel betrayed."
You nodded slowly. "I understand, I did wonder if I was wrong to trust you. But I think I see the necessity. There are a lot of moving pieces. What happened?"
"Rumlow's squad attempted a takeover at SHIELD and were waiting near your place to grab you. However, the loyal SHIELD forces were able to contain them, not without a few casualties. Some parts of headquarters were destroyed but we got most people out safely."
You felt silly asking but you couldn’t help yourself. "And my place... did it get destroyed?"
"No Rumlow's SUVs were intercepted a few blocks from your place. Everything should be as it was. But I am here to pass on information and then I have to go to DC. There are going to be inquiries and paperwork. Y/N, I am going to need you to oversee the rehabilitation work at headquarters. How about a promotion?"
You gulped. "Uh... yes of course Fury. Whatever I can do to be of service."
He turned to James now. "Very good work, Soldier. No one saw anything. The guards overhead Rumlow talking in jail and he thinks you disappeared and are on the run. And I suggest you stay out of sight. I am glad Agents Hill and Patel helped you set up this safehouse. You're going to be here for a while. I am going to work to get you a pardon. But until then, you have two jobs: keep Y/N safe and don't be seen doing it."
"How can he do that? Won’t he be in danger? Don't people at SHIELD know about him?" You felt scared for James. He could be arrested. He could spend another lifetime locked up, this time feeling every moment of it.
"Only Hill and Patel know about him at SHIELD; we are working on identifying other Hydra agents who know about his presence in New York but since he only ever reported directly to Rumlow, I think we stand a good chance of keeping it quiet. That he is... now that he is back to being Bucky Barnes. Hill and Patel will help to look after you Y/N, and Bucky" He turned to him then, "I am confident that you will be able to make it work. Perhaps if Bucky got a haircut and wore less leather and weapons, he might even look like a normal man. Less like the Winter Soldier, anyways."
You smirked and realized you never thanked him. Either of them for that matter. "Thank you Fury, and you too James. I am thankful you both were looking out for me. I could have been the lamb at the slaughter."
Fury quickly responded. "It's my job, and anyway, you save me hours and hours on paperwork and administrative hassles and keep me from having to talk to people who don't come with solutions. I need to keep you around so I can do what I do best. I must be going. Y/N, I brought you new technology. I want you to stay at the cottage for at least a week until we can figure out the situation at headquarters. We need to make sure it is safe before anyone can go back in. You'll be hooked up to the satellite network, so all your communications are secure and only visible to me, Hill and Patel. Should you need anything, we will continue to do daily drops. Bucky, keep sending your supply lists as normal."
Fury moved to the exit, walking between the two of you. "It seems you both are enjoying cottage life, so I won't overstay my welcome. You looked to be heading to bed soon anyway," he said with a wink as be strutted out. He walked to the opening in the trees just ahead and got onto a motorcycle and sped away without looking back.
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You turned and stared at your soldier who, predictably, was doing the same, searching your face. "Bucky, I..."
He grabbed you then. Wrapping his arms around you, holding you close. "Say that again, please, say that again."
"Bucky?"
He kissed you then, face slightly wet as a few tears fell from his eyes. You rubbed your thumb through the trails of them, staring in wonder at him. You smiled softly and said "Bucky, I want you. Can we go to bed?"
He moved to lift you again, he picked you up and wrapped your legs around his body. He moved across the room to the high countertop and set you down on it. He gingerly moved the oil lamp a few feet away and then stood in between your knees. He held your face in his big, calloused hands and you kissed him, hungrily. You wanted this man and it needed to happen soon. You had been very patient, you thought. And forgiving. Your body felt like it was on fire. You pulled at him, still wearing his leather jacket to protect him from the cold out by the fire. You needed to feel his skin. You wanted to run your hands over his muscles along his back, feel the hair along his forearms, and the heat and the warmth from his torso.
You started to fumble with his complicated jacket. He put it on so quickly you didn't remember how to take it off and had to concentrate hard to get one buckle undone. He grabbed your hands and stepped away from you. "Just wait, I need to light the stove."
He moved quickly, not quite as smooth in his movements as he usually is. He almost dropped a log and he had trouble getting the match box open as he seemed to be pressing on the sides too hard. You enjoyed watching these little miscues as he seemed more human every passing hour. He had more emotions, more memories, and was just generally more responsive. You watched as he placed the logs and kindling and struck the match on the inside of the oven door. He opened the vent wide, and the fresh oxygenated air fed the flames. He closed the door after tossing in the matchstick and stood again. "Where were we?" he said, huskily.
You held out your arms to him, pulling him close. The cottage immediately started to warm up. He looked at you and undid the buckles on his jacket swiftly, taking it off and throwing it down on the floor with a thunk. He was wearing the crisp white t-shirt underneath and you pulled at the hem, lifting it over his head. It also was discarded on the floor. You ran your hands from his face down his shoulders and his arms. Picking up his hands you place them on your breasts on top of the white long sleeve shirt you have been wearing since the night before. He looked down at his hands and gently massaged your breasts, they hung loose under your shirt as you hadn't bothered to put your bra back on. He ran his thumbs over your nipples, and you hummed a low sound of appreciation. The shirt was dulling your sensation and you started to pull your own shirt up and over your head. He watched you disrobe and kept his hands busy by untying the drawstring of your sweatpants. Once you were exposed to him, he was back to kissing you, rubbing both arms down your back feeling your soft skin. You did the same, including over the scar tissue of his left shoulder and chest. You broke the kiss and started to place strategic kisses over the network of scars, feeling the waxy and uneven skin with your lips. He grabbed you again and this time quickly pulled your pants down as far as they could go with you sitting on the table. Then he lifted you up and carried you to the smaller table. He dragged it with his boot against the wall away from the window with a screech and sat you down, pushing you back into the middle of the table so that your back could rest along the wall. He lifted your hips quickly and pulled your pants down and off. He then grabbed the chair and sat down, directly in front of you. Your hips in the middle of the table, your shoulder blades leaned against the wall with your arms on either side of you on the table helping you to stay upright, and your legs slightly spread, he looked at you like he was going to make a meal out of you. He hooked your right leg over his left shoulder and pulled himself closer to you. He started to kiss up your leg, kissing the side of your knee gently, nipping at your inner thigh and making you giggle, using his tongue in the crease of your leg where your thigh met your core, he finally made his way to centre.
He surprised you by speaking "On those restless nights, this is how I envisioned helping you get to sleep." With that he pressed his face into your pussy. He was not delicate and slow; his nose was immediately pressed into the flesh above your sex and his tongue was driving into you. He started to lick just under your clit, dragging his tongue up and over it. You moaned and he did that motion again and again. He used his flesh hand to spread your lips and just looked at you in the lamplight. He dove in again, this time using his lips around your clit and suckling lightly. He then lifted his hand and thrust his middle finger into your mouth. You greedily sucked on it, liking the roughness and intensity that your solider was demonstrating on you. He then dropped his finger down to your opening, very slowly teasing and feeling your wetness before starting to work his finger in. It was thick and firm and slowly started to open you up. You then reached down and held the back of his head as he ate you out. You ran his fingers into his hair and scratched delicately at this scalp. He made small noises of appreciation and hungrily continued his work. You felt a second finger probing at your entrance and felt it easily slide in. Your orgasm was building, and you grabbed at your nipples, gentle pulling and massaging your breasts. Watching him finger fucking you and eating you out was turning you on. Just then he looked up at you. It was so hot to watch him work, while he stared at you with fiery eyes. You were on the verge of release and held his head down with more force. "Bucky please, I am going to cum, please don't stop." He wrapped his lips around your clit again and thrust his fingers inside of you deeper and deeper. He curled his fingers inside of you and you came undone, cumming in his mouth and feeling your body shake and tremble. It was a long intense orgasm and after a few seconds, his tongue was too intense, overstimulating you. You pulled him up by his chin and looked in his eyes, breathing heavily. "I think it's time for bed, soldier."
He slowly pulled his fingers from you, licking them clean while still staring into your eyes. You used your hands to pull yourself up on the edge of small table and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting yourself on his mouth and feeling your wetness all over his face. He stood up and helped you down for the table. He watched you walk over to the bed and crawl in. You wanted to pull up the blankets and get cozy, but you also wanted his eyes to look at your body hungrily as he was. He slowly peeled his pants down his legs, forgetting his boots were still on. He swore and you giggled and rolled over to the edge of the bed. You got on your knees in front of him and untied his boot laces and loosened them. You pushed behind his knee lightly to get him to lift his right foot, pulling off the boot, then his sock, and then peeling the pants down and off his foot as well. You did the same on the other side. When you looked up, his hard cock was erect just above your face. You could see the pre-cum glistening and licked your lips. You pressed your face towards it and stuck your tongue out of your open mouth, eager to taste him. He seemed to tense up as he looked down at you. He stepped back. He was going to make you beg. "Please, Bucky. I want to make you feel good." He reached behind you on the bed with his long arms and grabbed a pillow, throwing it on the floor in front of you. You smiled and kneeled on it, and then grabbed his cock at the base. He closed his eyes for a second at the sensation but opened them again, eager to not miss a single second of your show. You licked your lips again and slowly lowered the head of his large and heavy cock just on to tip of your tongue. You licked up and over the head, tasting and collecting the precum. You moved away slightly, and a line of sticky substance connected your tongue his cock. He stared at you, wide-eyed but unmoving with his metal hand rested behind your head. The weight of the hand was heavy, but it was erotic, to think that he could control your movements so easily, perhaps even forcing you down on his cock past where you were comfortable. The power and the gentleness mixed together was intoxicating.
You slowly took your tongue back the head and swirled it around. Loving the intensity of his stare. You pulled back again, liking to tease him. "Did you ever picture me doing this, Bucky? Did you picture me with your cock in my mouth, on my knees for you?" He nodded, mouth agape.
You then slowly brought his whole held into your mouth suckling slowly and deliberately as he groaned loudly. You pumped his foreskin and suckled a bit before bringing more of him into your mouth, moving your head slowly back and forth, letting him go a bit deeper each time. His hand was holding your hair tightly, lightly pulling but not hurting. But then you brought your mouth down as far as you could, almost to the hilt. He was in your throat, hitting the dangling flesh and pushing past it. With that sensation he forced your head down even more, roughly holding you there as you breathed through your nose and made slight gagging sounds. That seemed to break his concentration and he released you with a look of shame on his face. "Do it again soldier, that's an order." He did, he grabbed your head roughly and forced his cock down your throat, holding you there until tears filled your eyes. He released you again. You took him out of your mouth, lifting his cock up so you could run your tongue along the skin connecting his shaft to his balls. You moved your tongue along the soft yet wrinkled skin of his balls, feeling a bit of rough hair and skin. He again moaned and rubbed your head and scalp. You licked up his whole shaft and bobbed your head on his cock a few more times. He seemed to have had enough as he suddenly pulled you up by your hands that were placed on his hips. He kissed you again as you reached down to pump him. He moved away from you and laid on the bed.
"Y/N" his hand outstretched "Please, I need to be inside of you, please." You stepped forward and straddled his hips on the bed. You leaned forward and kissed him passionately while reaching down to guide his cock to your entrance. You swirled it in your wetness and rubbed the head over your clit a few times until he bucked his hips up, eager to have you wrapped around him. "Impatient, aren’t you Bucky" you giggled. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed, compelling you down. You obliged and placed his head at your entrance. You then moved your hands to his muscled chest and slowly slid down on to his length. It felt amazing and pinched a little, he was so big. You slowly started to move. His hands went to your breasts, holding both and playing with your nipples gently. You picked up speed and chased your own orgasm, feeling powerful and sexy as you rode him. His metal hand went to your ass, squeezing roughly and helping you move. He was also thrusting upwards which meant that he was reaching your cervix and making you feel so full. You were so close to coming, you leaned back and placed your hands on his knees that were bent behind you, feet firmly planted on the edge of the bedframe which gave you leverage. "Bucky, you are going to make me cum again." You moaned loudly.
He was still holding your left breast and playing with your nipples. "Y/N, I am going to..." He trailed off but he was tensing, his release was imminent. You reached down and played with your clit, pressing your fingers down firmly and rubbing over it. You felt your orgasm creep up and you sunk lower on his cock.
Just then he groaned and pushed his hips up, slamming forward and squirting deep inside you. You came undone as well, grinding your hips down and feeling him deep inside you. He jerked and spasmed and finally laid back fully with both arms back above his head. Your own release was slowly receding, and you stayed perched on him for a few seconds as it rolled away. You then collapsed forward, putting your hands in his and interlacing your fingers together. You laid your head next to his, with your head pressed into the mattress in the small space between his head and his flesh arm. Your legs dangled of the end of the bed uselessly. He disentangled your fingers and grabbed your ass and sat both of you up again. He easily stood and then turned and kneeled on the bed. He laid your head down on the pillow and gingerly set you down. He ran his hand over your full stomach and laid down next to you on his side, pulling the pillow closer with his arm underneath it. He was again looking at you in the lamplight.
He seemed pensive, not blissed out like you. You turned to fully face him. "You doing okay over there, Bucky?" you tried to keep it playful in tone. He smiled a bit lopsidedly, and said "Was it good, Y/N? I haven't... done that in a while." You laughed and leaned forward and kissed him deeply. Pulling his head closer so you could rest your forehead against his you whispered "Mission complete, soldier."
It was quiet for a while as you laid on his chest, his flesh arm wrapped around you and holding you tightly. His metal arm was up under his pillow supporting his head.
"Y/N, I am sorry I was rough with you when I picked you up and drove you up here. I keep thinking of the times you had fear in your eyes when you looked at me. That look haunts me. When you looked at me before bed last night my heart dropped. I thought you would be scared of me and hate me forever."
"I will admit to feeling scared of you a few times; you're a strong, intimidating man. But even when I was scared, I was... aware of you in a different way." He didn't respond to that and a silence fell again.
You had a thought. "Bucky, when you were... protecting me... did you ever, touch yourself? I know myself and I know I sometimes put on a show for you, unawares."
He was breathing kind of shallowly, short little breaths. "Yes, but I felt so much guilt. I felt like that was yet another violation. I didn't make a habit out of it. But you made me lose control a few times. I mean, watching you pleasure yourself made me lose control. Though almost every time I was alone, I fantasized about you, remembering you touching yourself. When I did sleep, you haunted my dreams. In a good way I mean."
"Can I ask, what did you think about when you were up there, watching me?"
"I scanned for threats and thought of possible scenarios and ways they could try to get at you. I studied the area and SHIELD and tried to keep as many details of everything as I could."
"All very practical things for a bodyguard. But what did Bucky Barnes do when he was up there watching me? What did he think about?"
He looked serious. "I thought of the future. And thought of the past."
"Sometimes I feel like I am interrogating you, James. You say things that are so vague that I feel like I am prying trying to get you to elaborate."
"I've learned to be careful about my words around you. I am out of practice talking to anyone about anything, but especially women. And I am feeling that you analyze every sentence... It's a good thing but I am... insecure I guess?" He laughed. This time his laugh was boyish and casual.
You laughed too. "So because I analyze everything so much - you said you were thinking about the past and the future. What from the past did you ruminate on? I am getting the impression that you're a ruminator."
"Ruminate... hmm perhaps. I don't really know who I am, sometimes. Though watching you I started to get an idea of who I want to be."
"And who is that, Bucky?"
"The lucky guy who gets to live his life next to you."
