He responded by grabbing you by the throat and pushing you against the door.

"I meant it." He snarled, while you panted under his grasp, your feet barely touching the floor.

"I..Bucky" You almost whined. His grip loosened until you could stand, but his hand didn't leave your throat. You didn't think you wanted it to. It set your body on fire. You wrapped your hand around his forearm as he moved closer.

"I. Meant. It." He repeated. "No more."

"Please." You whispered, licking your lips as you watched his eyes follow the movement. "I take it back."

"That defeats the point of the safeword. It means stop, and you said it." He replied, but you noticed his voice lacked the sharp edge it had a minute ago.

"I take it back." You said again, hoping he wasn't as strong as he was trying to be. You slid your hand over his chest, down his stomach, watching his muscles flinch and tense at your touch. He stepped closer to you, until he was pressed against you, stopping the movement of your hand. Looking back up at him, you saw that he was watching you so intently that you couldn't tear your eyes away.

"Why?"

"What do you mean why? Just-" You scrambled to reach his lips again, but his hand gripped your throat tight enough to stop you. Your core ached at the sensation.

"Do you not want this to stop?" He asked, softly, moving his head so that his mouth was millimetres from yours, teasing you while he waited for your response.

"Clearly not."

"Why?"

You groaned, your eyes rolling back from frustration until you squeezed them shut.

"Jesus fuck James can you just-"

Then he kissed you. And you groaned for a different reason.

It was a harsh kiss, pressing your head back against the door, his teeth catching your bottom lip before his tongue licked over it. You grabbed his face, holding him there as your mouths battled against each other, fighting for different reasons, but both just wanting more.

Bucky's hands moved, grabbing your thighs and pulling you into the air, ignoring your gasps. He pushed with his hips, against yours, anchoring your ass into the door, and you wrapped your legs around him as the kiss deepened into nothing short of filthy. There was a vague awareness of your thighs squeezing around his hips and his ass as your mouths moved against each other, one of your hands going up into his hair, your other hand sliding down his chest to his ribs and round his waist. He felt a moan vibrate from somewhere in your throat, and he was suddenly desperate to make that sound come out again.

"Bed." He ordered, his voice low, and not a request. He went back to kissing you as he turned around and walked to the bed, before throwing you down onto it. You looked up, swallowing as you saw the intensity on his face. Wild, hungry. Like a man possessed. You weren't left with your thoughts for too long as he climbed over you and kissed you into the bed. You once again wrapped your legs around him, desperate to have him closer to you, and wrapped your hands around his neck.

He grabbed your hands, and slammed them back onto the bed above your head.

"Hey-"

"You messed me around. You don't set the rules anymore." He explained with a wicked smile, watching your face fall before he started attacking your neck. The only thing you could do was arch into him as he made your body feel electric from his touch.

His stubble on your skin, the trailing lips, his tongue, his teeth...

You lay under him, not being able to do anything but take it, as his actions were spurring on your desire and making it lick its way up your spine. Every time you moaned, his hands would grip yours tighter and he would kiss your neck harder.

Then one of his hands moved to your waist, and you took your opportunity. He suddenly found himself flipped onto his back, with you straddling his hips, diving down into another kiss.

Pushing away the confusion at how you just flipped him over, he sat up, still kissing you, his hands finding yours and pulling them behind your back before pulling away.

"I told you that you don't make the rules anymore." He growled, tightening his grip on your hands when you tried to struggle free. He manoeuvred them into one hand, using his other to grab your jaw. "This is it now princess. You wanna carry on?"

Your breath stuttered out of your mouth, and you bit your bottom lip.

"You wanna carry on this little game?" He whispered, moving your head to kiss your neck. "Be as fake angry with me as you want, waiting for me to throw you onto this bed?"

You moaned softly at his words, your hips having a mind of their own and starting to rock against him.

"You want me to get you all worked up, yeah?" He continued, using his grip on your wrists to guide your hips over him, his other hand securely on your jaw. You melted into him, your eyes closing, just feeling his lips draw invisible lines over your collarbone. His hand left your jaw, sliding purposefully down your neck, your chest, over your bra, down your stomach, until his fingers reached the top of your sweatpants. You felt a tug, and looked down to see him pulling the strings out.

"Wha-" You cut yourself off when he looked up at you, an expression on his face that said 'shut up'. You waited, breathing heavy, while he moved the strings behind you and used them to tie your wrists together. He pulled the knot tight, a little tighter than necessary perhaps, then used one hand to fist your hair, and the other sliding into your sweatpants. He found your core immediately, fingers gliding over your clit and making you shudder.

"You are fucking soaked." He growled, teasing your bundle of nerves and occasionally running his fingers into your wetness. You tried to move your hips, roll them into his touch, urging his fingers to go deeper. He tutted at you. "Use your words Luka."

"I.." You squeezed your eyes shut, his one hand holding your head steady, the other dragging your body deeper into chaotic lust. You licked your lips before responding again. "Touch me."

"I am touching you." He smirked, not moving any further than gliding over the surface of you.

"No you're not." You said through gritted teeth, trying to move your hips in a way that would force his fingers inside. He held back.

"You want me inside? You want to fuck yourself on my fingers?" He whispered, running his tongue over your neck before nipping your skin. You moaned loudly. "Is that a yes?" You nodded furiously.

He twisted his hand in your hair, forcing you to look down at him.

"You've been such a little brat, I'm not sure you deserve it." He mused, watching you still trying to use his fingers. "I think I need a little something in return, don't you?"

"I...you, fuck," You panted, as he then decided to completely withdraw his fingers. You were barely registering what was happening as he used his grip on your hair to manoeuvre you back, off the bed, onto your knees on the floor.

"Now, unless you have any other...objections," He teased, undoing his trousers and pushing them down, while you just watched his cock spring free. Your mouth almost watered. Bucky didn't even open his mouth again before you were leaning forward and running your tongue over him, soft and wet over his rock hard dick. You slid him in your mouth, your lips enveloping him perfectly, and he moaned loudly above you as he reached the back of your throat. You sucked, moving your head back and forward, his cock gliding effortlessly across your tongue, your fingers clenching into fists behind your back. His fingers were now resting on the back of your head as his hips started bucking in time with your movements, slowly, cautiously fucking your face.

You groaned and started moving faster. Fuck slow. One glance up at him, staring down at you with pupils blown wide, his teeth digging into his bottom lip, and you knew that he didn't want slow either.

You sucked harder, moving your head back and forwards as quickly as you could with nothing to hold on to, your tongue licking up and down his cock with your movements.

"You look so fucking gorgeous princess." He groaned, his fingers tightening ever so slightly in your hair.

His hips started moving with a faster rhythm, thrusting into your mouth steadily as you let him. You were itching to use your hands, to grab him, to climb over him and get what you really wanted. All you could do instead was let him fuck into your mouth.

Before you knew it, he was letting out a loud moan, pumping in your mouth, and you swallowed down every drop of his cum.

His hand moved from your hair, round to your cheek, under your jaw, and he pulled you up to him as he leaned forward.

"Such a good girl." He whispered, before kissing you deeply, taking the rest of your breath away.

You tried to push yourself up, closer to him, ready to climb back over him, when he pulled back.

"What?" You huffed. He just smiled.

"I'm not going to make it that easy for you princess." He said as he winked, then pulled his trousers backup. "I'll see you tomorrow." He kissed your forehead, completely ignoring your dumbfounded expression, before he stood up and walked out of the room.

You breathed in deeply.

Then yelled out.

And faceplanted the bed.

Fucking asshole.