Your eyes snapped open when you heard your name come out of his mouth. You couldn't really process it. You couldn't process the sudden onslaught of feelings. The panic, the shock, the dread. Tied in with the fact that his hands and his lips had moving over your body, you felt like you were about to explode. Your limbs felt like they were humming with adrenaline.

"It sounds so good being able to say it." Bucky continued, his hand moving down your stomach. "It's a gorgeous name. Suits you." He gently nipped the skin on your neck before placing a soft kiss over the area.

"How did you..." You breathed, not being able to finish the sentence as your body was igniting under his touch.

"That's not important." He muttered, kissing up closer and closer to your ear. "What is important is whether you're finally going to stop being a little brat, and let me help you."

You whirled around at his comment, a flash of anger slicing through you.

"You think I'm being a brat?! How about you leaving me in the gym without fucking finishing what you started?!" You snarled, but he only smiled, wickedly, his eyes flicking down to your lips, then back up to your anger-filled eyes, before reaching up and grabbing the hair at the back of your head.

"That," He explained, an unexpected calmness to his voice as he held your head centimetres from him, his hot breath fanning your lips as he spoke. "Was a punishment. One that you have clearly been thinking about this whole time."

"I...it...I-"

"Don't worry princess. I've been thinking about you too." He growled before smashing his lips to yours.

You instantly whimpered at the contact, at the feel of him kissing you, his mouth hurrying to guide yours open and his tongue licking over yours. You resented the fact that your body melted into him, that your lips responded to him, that your hand reached up to wrap around his forearm.

You loved the fact that your veins flooded with desire.

It was like a primal need took over. The only things you could focus on was the feel of his beard scratching along your chin, his fingers tugging the strands of your hair as he held it in his fist, his other hand slipping under your top and gripping your waist harshly. His hips met yours, pushing you back until you were sandwiched between him and the metal table behind you. He wasn't being gentle, and you didn't want him to be.

Not once you felt the hard bulge digging into you.

You gasped as he bit your bottom lip, the action shooting straight to your core. The want prickled through you, and you felt a familiar sensation slowly taking over your body. The machine on the table by the wall started humming in the background.

"Bucky," You panted, pulling back a little. "Bucky!" You repeated, when he seemingly ignored you and started kissing along your jaw.

"What?!" He snapped, annoyed that you were interrupting him.

"The um...the cameras. We should..." He watched you struggling to form your sentence. "We should go...somewhere..."

He suddenly smiled, relieved at the fact that you weren't going to tell him to stop for once.

"Where?" He asked simply, loosening his hold on you, and allowing you to move away from the table, grab his wrist, and lead him to your room through the back of the lab.

He gladly followed you back to your room, barely taking in his surroundings, and once the door was shut behind him, you whipped round and kissed him again. There was nothing in your room to distract you or get in your way, other than the bed. You liked it that way, as it meant you could focus on just one thing.

You rushed to grab the band of his sweatpants as your kiss started to get sloppier. He let you, moving his hands out of the way and threading his fingers through your hair as his tongue dominated your mouth. Your touch felt electric to him, as your fingers grazed his abdomen, reaching further down, under his boxers, wrapping around his cock.

He pulled back slightly and groaned against your lips as your hand squeezed him gently, starting to slowly move up and down the length of him. You started picking up your pace, twisting and pumping your hand, listening to the noises falling from his mouth, your body getting more and more desperate with each one. He kissed you again as your hand moved, but this kiss was tentative, slow.

You didn't want slow. You didn't want tentative. You needed more.

When you sped up, he moaned again. The sound spurred you on, and his fingers tightened, catching a few strands of your hair and making your scalp prickle all over.

"You feel...so fucking good." He breathed, and you opened your eyes to glance up at him as you continued your movement. "So fucking gorgeous." He added when he caught your eye, and bit his bottom lip.

God you wanted more.

As if he could somehow sense you getting antsy, he curled the fingers in your hair into a fist, guiding you to pull your hand away from him. You were about to protest when he crashed his lips to yours, and spun you around until your back hit the door. He pushed his trousers and underwear down, then wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you off the floor. You instinctively wrapped your legs around him, hooking your ankles behind his back, and instantly moaning as his cock rubbed against your core.

"Tell me you want this." He panted, as he rocked his hips against you. You said nothing. "Luka..." He urged.

You wanted this, and no longer cared one little bit that Bucky was the one doing it. Your name coming from his lips in that tone almost killed you. It was like you were sex-drunk, needing the chase of your orgasm more than anything else in this moment. And Bucky had done a fucking good job of getting you this close.

"Fuck," You swore, him moving to your jaw, your neck, mouthing any part of you that he could reach, one of his hands moving up the underneath of your thigh, up the edge of your pyjama shorts. "Yes!"

"Yeah?" He prompted, his voice growling into your neck. His fingers rubbed over your core, your shorts being a flimsy barrier between his touch and your clit. "You want me to touch you?"

Your eyes rolled back at his filthy words, and you could only moan in response as you gripped his shoulders. His fingers slowed down, running around your clit, teasing you. You licked your lips, getting frustrated at the fact that he seemed to think you had all the time in the world, and reached between you to grab his wrist, pushing his hand further into you, hoping he would understand.

He chuckled, brought his lips back up to yours, kissing you deeply as he pushed your shorts aside, and you finally felt his fingertips graze you. Then he slid his fingers inside, the feeling overwhelming you and making your breath hitch in your throat.

His fingers felt thick inside you, your walls clutching them tight as he moved them, thrusting deep, steady, rhythmic. You felt his breath heavy in your mouth, huffing in between his attempts to continue the kiss. You were struggling as well. The feeling of his fingers fucking you was lighting up your body, turning your brain into a mess, and all you could do was let him hold you, and let him use you.

It did take long for your orgasm to build. You'd been thinking about, dreaming about this for weeks, whether you wanted to or not. And Bucky was...well...he seemed to know exactly what he was doing.

You leant your head back against the door as you felt the fizz of your climax bubble low in your stomach, each push edging you closer and closer to the edge. His arm tightened around your back as his fingers curled, stroking your walls as they clenched around him.

"Are you gonna cum for me princess?" He panted, kissing your jaw as you closed your eyes, wanting to succumb completely to the overwhelming pleasure trying to take over your body. You bit your bottom lip, nodding at him, arching your back as he started fucking you harder.

It all exploded at once. It felt like you could see stars behind your closed eyelids, your walls tensed so fucking tight around his fingers that he could barely move, your limbs erupted with electricity weaving through your veins, all the way to your toes, and you shuddered in his arms.

You panted as you came down from your high, slowly feeling yourself slipping down the door, unwrapping your shaky legs until you felt your feet touch the floor. He pulled out his fingers, and his arm loosened from your waist.

You finally opened your eyes, seeing him watching you, both of you breathing heavily into the silence. The air was thick with tension, as neither of you wanted to speak first.

"Guess the lights went out." He joked, and you looked around your room to see that he was right. Shit.

"I uh...must have knocked the light switch." You replied, but not in the same joking manner that he was in. In fact, you were now panicking. You knew why the lights were out.

You then realised you were still kind of in his arms, and put your hands on his chest. Almost changing your mind, you lightly pushed against him, making him take a step back. Then his eyebrows pinched together as he frowned.

"You should...you should probably go." You said, watching his face change to surprise. Then anger.

"Right." He settled on saying, although you could tell he wanted to say more. He awkwardly pulled his clothes up, over his still hard cock, then pointedly looked at the door behind you. You wordlessly stepped to the side, and he stared at you for a beat before yanking the door open, and leaving.