You nodded dumbly, then pulled on his neck, your lips reattaching. This one was different. This kiss was harder, messier, your pants louder.

You fell into him, no longer caring about keeping him at arm's length, not when his hands were running all over you, not when his mouth was making you feel like this. It was like your brain had shut down, your thoughts silenced, your body just reacting to his touch.

He started attacking your neck, roughly mouthing you, his tongue trying to lick your skin in between. It felt messy, but he wasn't trying to control himself anymore.

You needed it to slow down.

"Bucky," You breathed, but he didn't stop. He didn't stop kissing your neck, he didn't stop pushing your Tshirt over your stomach, his fingers trailing over the newly exposed skin. "Bucky, can...we just...wait.."

"Stay fucking quiet." He ordered, his voice a bit out of breath, but still incredibly commanding. "Luka, for once, just shut the fuck up."

Then you were both moaning into each other's mouths as he pulled your hips against his, rocking harshly into you, letting you know exactly where this was headed.

You squealed as he suddenly threw you back onto the bed.

"You can't just throw me wherever you want!" You spat. He climbed on top of you. You started to crawl backwards underneath him. "We can't just-"

"I told you to ." He growled before putting his hands either side of your head and pressing his body down, stopping your movements, and his kiss stopping your words.

You humphed against his lips, moving your head so that his mouth slipped off you. He pulled back, leaning on his hands, and raising an eyebrow at you.

"Come on then, tell me why you're suddenly pissed off." He said. You frowned.

"It's not sudden! You can't just do this and expect me to forget that you just tried to punch Nick, or spent the last two months being an asshole!"

"I don't think I was the asshole here." He smiled, leaning down and kissing your neck. You tried to push against his shoulders, but his hands whipped to yours and he slammed your hands back onto the bed. You wriggled against his hold but you knew it was futile. "You have been a brat ever since I met you."

"Fucking rude-"

"And yet," He continued, ignoring you completely and trailing his lips to your collarbone. "You keep kissing me, you keep letting me touch you."

"That's not the-"

"It the point." He growled into your skin, before biting it, making you hiss into the air. He moved back up to your face, his eyes glaring down at you, his mouth millimetres from yours. You sucked in a breath. "You keep shouting how you hate me, how you think I put you in danger, how your precious Nick is a saint, but we both know the truth."

You stayed silent, feeling yourself being drawn in, feeling his entire body pressed against yours, his breath fanning over his face every time he spoke.

"Because the truth is, is that I know what you want. Because all you really want, is for me to fuck this attitude out of you." He whispered, before smashing his lips to yours. You felt like your entire body had been dunked into ice cold water. After a couple of seconds of getting over your shock, you started vaguely wriggling underneath him again.

"I know you're scared." He muttered, moving his lips to your neck so that he could talk in between kissing you, and giving you space to breathe as he spoke. You stopped moving. "Lashing out cos you feel vulnerable. But that has nothing to do with the fact that your body reacts to every little thing I do." He pushed his hips against you, and you bit your lip, fighting a moan. "In the gym, I could see you thinking about me pushing you against that wall. In the mornings, I watch your eyes on me. You think I don't fucking notice." He chuckled slightly, then ran his tongue over your skin, looking up to watch you shiver beneath him. He moved up to your face again, placing a testing kiss to the corner of your mouth. He could hear your breath shaky as it left your lips. "Keep your secrets. Keep saying you hate me, I don't give a shit anymore. Just let me give you what you want princess." He whispered, trying to persuade you to give in.

You stared at him for a moment. You felt your eyes prickle, wanting to release tears at how fucking accurate his words were. You stomped the feelings back down.

You leaned up, and kissed him.

His hands immediately left yours, sliding underneath you to wrap around your waist, and he kissed you back with untamed eagerness.

He pulled on your waist, your body slamming up to his, and he pulled you with him as he moved off the bed. He spun you both around, walking over to your chest of drawers and dropping you on top, the kiss continuing its relentless pace. He leant back slightly, only enough to pull your trousers over your ass and down your legs, his fingernails dragging deliciously over your skin, throwing them over his shoulder. You helped him to get your Tshirt off, gasping loudly when he grabbed your neck after and crashed his lips to yours, like he never wanted to stop kissing you.

You felt his fingers on your underwear, on the band at first, then quickly moving down until you felt his hand push against you. You felt yourself internally clench at the sensation, and he wasted no time in moving your underwear to the side and pushing his fingers in. Your back arched, your head falling back against the wall, your eyes closing as his thick digits slid inside, igniting your nerves and making your thighs tense around his hips.

He started pumping his fingers inside you, and your entire body rushed with warmth as you desperately clinged to his shoulders, his other arm around your back, his fingers digging into your waist as he held you to him.

One particularly hard bite to your neck made you curse out loud. He bit it again, then planted his mouth over the same spot and sucked, . His fingers sped up. It all felt too much, like you were spiralling under the intensity of it all.

"There's a good girl. Just sitting there, taking my fingers so well," He said as he looked up at you, then bit his lip as he drove his fingers back into you. You let out a groan, and couldn't stop your eyes rolling back. He sped up again. You could feel your pants, your huffs, escaping from your throat. Bucky could hear every single one, like music to his ears, hearing you getting more and more desperate, your walls tightening around his fingers. He moved his hand from your jaw to the back of your head, grabbing your hair in his fist, pulling your head forward until your forehead was resting against his. Your eyebrows were pinched together as you could feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax, and when you opened your eyes, you could see that he knew it too.

But he wouldn't let you get there.

When you screwed your eyes shut, ready to succumb to the blissful feeling, he pulled his fingers out suddenly.

Your eyes snapped open, and his hand left your hair, sliding round to your cheek, where his fingers grazed your skin delicately. A stark contrast to what he was just doing.

"Don't worry princess, it's not over yet." He whispered, before reaching his hands to his jeans, practically ripping them open, and pushing them down. He grabbed your underwear, pulling it off you, smirking when you moved your legs to help him. They disappeared over his shoulder as well.

His hand wrapped around himself, and he hissed at the long awaited contact before pushing his mouth back against yours. He lined himself up, then paused.

"Remember your safeword." Was all he said before he pushed his cock in.

You moaned loudly, breaking the kiss and letting the sound echo around the room. You could tell he was struggling to keep his own moan down, as he inched his way in, revelling in the feeling of you fitting snugly around him.

As soon as his hips snapped flush with yours, his cock fully inside you, he grabbed your neck again and kissed you. He slid out halfway, then slammed straight back in. He quickly built up his pace, until he was pounding into you, your body bouncing from the impact, occasionally feeling your shoulders hit the wall. You put a hand on the drawers behind you, trying desperately to stabilise yourself as he fucked you again and again.

He didn't let up when his hand left your neck and slid up your back, feeling for your bra strap, and pinging the clasp open. He rushed to pull it off, then his mouth clamped down on your breast, his tongue flicking over your nipple, eliciting another sinful noise from your mouth. His teeth gently bit it, followed by his tongue again, his fingers digging into your back as he held you, his other hand on the wall, helping him piston into you.

His tongue ran from your nipple up your chest, across your collarbone, and up your neck. The action felt debauched, lewd, but it turned you on an embarrassing amount, which he felt instantly as you tensed around his cock. It spurred him to go faster, clenching his teeth as he focused all his strength on fucking you to absolution, his head buried in your neck as sweat starting glistening on his skin.

"God you feel fucking amazing Luka..." He muttered into your neck before biting it, sucking it.

"I'm...gonna..." You panted.

"That's it, cum for me princess." He ordered, slamming into you impossibly hard.

All you could do was curse loudly into the air, your eyes squeezed shut as your body surrendered to an overpowering orgasm, made worse when his fingers found your clit. Your entire body sizzled as your core exploded in bliss, shaking as he fucked you through the onslaught of waves rushing through your veins, the pulse of his cock barely noticeable as he came seconds after you.

As his thrusts finally started to slow down, you felt exhaustion taking over your body. Your legs fell from his waist first, backs of your thighs thudding to the drawers painfully.

He groaned softly as he pulled out of you, his lips gently kissing your neck, up your jaw, your mouth. You returned it, barely, not being able to feel much other than an intense tingling in your limbs.

"Come on." He whispered, and you felt yourself being pulled, a strong arm around your waist, a solid chest on yours, and then he was lowering you down onto the soft bed. You opened your eyes slowly to see him pulling his jeans back up and buttoning them, and you lazily reached out beside you to grab the sheets, feeling your way as best as you could seeing as the lights had blown out again.

He beat you to it, wrapping them around you as you moved to sit up, and he waited until your hands were holding them before leaning down. He cupped your cheek, and kissed you, gently, for just a few seconds before pulling away. His eyes moved over your face. You swallowed. You didn't know what to say, but you opened your mouth anyway.

"Get some sleep." He said, breaking the silence, interrupting your thoughts. Then he kissed your forehead, gave you a small smile, and walked out of your now darkened room.