You were suddenly walking down the hallway in a complete haze.

What the actual fuck had just happened?

Bucky kissed you. He fucking kissed you.

You vaguely remember shoving him off and running out of the gym, but did you say anything? Did he? No clue. All you knew right now was that your blood was pumping in your ears, and your core was throbbing. Your lips were tingling.

You walked into the lab, staring at nothing in particular as you closed the door behind you and headed straight to your room. You weren't even sure if Tony was in there, whether you walked past him, or if he'd already gone for the day.

You got in the shower without really remembering taking off your clothes. Then you stood there as the water pelted your back.

He kissed you.

The whole evening must have been a thing, a test, a build up to him kissing you. It must have been planned. The Winter Soldier doesn't do much unplanned. How did you not see it coming?

Or maybe it's a whole joke. A prank. Another way to fuck with your head and piss you off.

Well it bloody worked.

You turned the shower cold, trying to rid yourself of your body's lying desires, and afterwards, got straight into bed.

Fuck Bucky Barnes.

You ignored him for the next few days. He texted you asking if you needed to go and get coffee, or ice cream, and you ignored it. He'd come down to the lab, your door alarm beeping that he was here, and you ignored it. Being a prisoner was okay for a little while, you thought. You didn't need to see his face and be reminded of that kiss. No, your dreams were doing that for you. You were having enough cool showers without even seeing his face.

What you needed was an hour punching a sandbag.

A week or so after your last encounter, you waited until midnight, then quietly left the lab. The alarms had been turned off recently, because Tony was under the impression that you went everywhere with Bucky. Well, you chuckled to yourself, not tonight.

You headed down to the gym, peeking into the giant room before noting there was nobody there, and went over to the sandbags. There was one already hung up, which was great for you because you didn't think you'd be strong enough to put it up yourself.

Right, you thought, here it goes. Punch out the stress.

Okay, was Bucky hot enough that your body reacted to him? Sure. And had you previously participated vaguely in some aspects of the BDSM lifestyle? Of course. And it was probably fair to say that you found it hard to get turned on when you didn't have that dynamic. But actually liking Bucky? Him being the Dom? In charge of you? No. Could never happen.

Although you did get a rush of enjoyment whenever you saw that jaw clench. And the way he'd whispered in your ear last week made your body feel like jelly.

You punched harder.

You got through 15 minutes of straight punching when you heard the squeak of trainers from beside you. You froze, and looked over.

"Oh for fuck's sake." You groaned. "Will you just leave me alone?"

You really didn't need this, not when you had so much pent up frustration that you needed to get out.

"Aww, is the princess feeling extra princess-y today?" Bucky teased as he waltzed in.

"Just trying to punch something because I wasn't allowed last time." You said through gritted teeth, turning your attention back to the bag and hitting it again.

"That's because you weren't very good at it." He smirked, coming up next to you. "But you are going to hurt yourself standing like that. Here-" He went to touch your hips, but you whipped round to him and pushed him off.

"Stop TOUCHING me!" You suddenly shouted, your chest heaving with your angry breaths. He watched you, his face not giving any kind of response.

"Seems like you still need some way to get all that frustration out." He said, his eyes and his face void of expression, or emotion.

"What exactly do you think I'm doing?" You scoffed, turning back to the sandbag.

"Not like this." He growled, his voice incredibly close to your ear and making your movements stop. You started almost hyperventilating. His hands slid over your hips. "You need something a bit more...hands on."

You whipped around and stepped back, stepped out of his grasp, out of his vicinity that was making you feel all too warm. He was staring down at you with a curious smile on his face, his eyes looking...

"Is that what you were hoping Josh would do?" He asked as he stepped forward.

"That's none of your business." You scoffed, but then he walked towards you. You walked back, moving around the punching bag towards the wall.

"He didn't seem like the type that would have been able to give you what you wanted anyway."

"Oh and I suppose you know what I need?" You said, stumbling a little over the edge of the mat.

"It seems that I knew exactly what you needed last time we were in this room."

"This is ridiculous." You said, yelping a little when your back hit the wall. Bucky stopped just in front of you.

He put his hands on the wall, either side of your head. He seemed to like doing this to you. He seemed to like caging you in. He seemed to like fucking with your head. He leaned in closer.

"You've been avoiding me." He said, his eyes running over your face.

"Not really." You shrugged. "I haven't needed you."

He stilled, and raised an eyebrow at you. Could he tell that your voice cracked at the end of the sentence? Was he aware that you'd literally dreamt about him every night since? That you spent hours of your days hoping he had been anyone else in the world so that you could give in to feeling this drawn to him?

"Yes, you do." He growled, making your body immediately grow warm. "You need someone exactly like me. To put their hands on you. To fight you every time you push their buttons. To make you feel like they are in control. To punish you when you're being a little brat."

Your lungs felt like they'd stopped working. Your heart was racing. Was it his words? The way he was saying them? The fact that him being this close was reminding you of when he kissed you?

"I can see your body reacting to me." He continued, as he leant down and brushed his lips over your neck, right over the vein that you knew was trying desperately hard to pump blood into your brain. He pushed his body closer, so you could feel him pressed against you. "I can hear every time your heart speeds up. Every time your breathing changes. Every time you get turned on, I can smell your hormones going crazy." His lips were brushing over your ear, over your neck, as he spoke.

He suddenly pulled back, and flipped you over, so that your chest was now pressed against the wall. He pressed himself against your back, just like last time, and you could feel everything. You let out a loud exhale as your cheek rested on the wall, his hands sliding over your waist, and your stomach.

"I could have you pinned to this wall in seconds." He whispered in your ear as one of his hands started drifting lower. "I could get you so close to the release that you so desperately need, you'd be begging me to tip you over the edge. And you only need to do one thing for me princess."

"What..." You panted, and for a split second your breathy voice shocked you. You felt like your body was buzzing. "What's that?"

You felt his lips smile as he moved up your neck to your ear, then he whispered -

"You need to take it."

Holy fuck. You screwed your eyes shut, trying not to think about the fact that your limbs were sizzling with anticipation. Your fingers wanted to grab him. Your arms itched to wrap around him. Your legs wanted to..

You did want it. You wanted everything he just fucking said. And at this point you almost didn't care that it would be Bucky doing it.

Every word he said was making your stomach tense. You had nothing to say back to him, not a single thing. He was right. It felt fucking obvious every time your body reacted to him, and it was definitely reacting to him now. You couldn't even stop the shudder when his fingers reached your pubic bone just above your clit.

"You just need someone to take care of you, don't you princess? To help you get all this anger out?"

His question was sickeningly patronising, and it brought you semi out of your lust filled haze.

"Fuck off." You spat.

You didn't expect him to pull his hand away from you, and smack your ass. You gasped at the suddenness, then inhaled sharply when his hand went to your hair, pulling your face away from the wall slightly. Your body throbbed with want.

"Yes, or no?" He asked. You stayed silent. He smacked your ass again.

"Fuck." You whimpered, and he turned you around once more, his mouth immediately going to your neck and biting the soft skin.

"Give me an answer." He urged, his teeth letting go of your skin, and his tongue licking across the area instead.

You still tried to fight back.

"No thanks." You said when you finally found your voice, but there was an odd feeling deep in your abdomen that felt like your body had a different answer. Something must have given it away, because his eyes flicked down, then back up to yours, and he licked his bottom lip.

"Are you sure about that?" He said, in a whisper, before stepping forward, and sliding his leg in between yours. "Because you seem to be trying really hard to keep your thighs together." He adjusted his leg, and before you knew it, his thigh was pressing directly on your clit. The contact, the pressure, made you throb again, which instinctively made your hips buck forward, pressing his thigh further against you.

A moan tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop it. Bucky instantly grabbed your neck and pulled your mouth to his.

Fucking two times in 10 days. He had kissed you twice in the last ten days.

This time though, you didn't push him off.

You let him kiss you, his lips moving over your punishingly, his thigh pressing against your clit, his hand gripping your neck tight, the other sliding down your body and grabbing your hips, pulling you closer, pulling you over his thigh even more. Your hands were resting uselessly on his chest, as if you had gone to push him away, but your brain had other ideas. Like melting into his kiss and welcoming his tongue into your mouth.

He grabbed both your thighs, lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist, using his hips to push you back into the wall like you weighed nothing. Your hands went to his neck, finally giving in, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened.

His lips went to your neck, his beard scratching your skin in a delicious way that made your spine tingle. He bit your neck, sucked the skin painfully, his hips lightly rutting against you as you felt your eyes rolling back. God it felt good, letting him almost manhandle you, feeling him touch you after getting riled up, you couldn't help but moan again.

His mouth moved up to your ear, his teeth catching your earlobe before he spoke to you.

"Tell me your name." He whispered. Your eyes shot open.

"W-what?" You breathed.

"Name."

"Bucky just..." You said, trying to guide his mouth back to yours. You couldn't believe he was still trying to get your name. You just wanted this. The touch. The release. He refused to let you pull him into a kiss, instead pressing his forehead against yours, keeping his lips purposefully away from you. His hips were still pushing ever so slightly against you. You groaned in frustration.

"Last chance." He warned.

"No." You spat, out of pure pettiness, pure anger, pure frustration that he wasn't letting you just finish.

He didn't respond. Not verbally anyway. He just crashed his lips to yours, his hands gripping your thighs tight, and you reacted.

Before you knew what was happening. Bucky had pulled away, dropped his hold on you, and you were scrambling to stand upright. You stared at him as he took a step back.

"What are you doing?" You asked, completely out of breath and completely frazzled.

He just smiled at you.

"That's your punishment, for not giving me what I want." He said coolly, before turning and leaving the gym.