In the Heat of the Moment: Part 2
Summary: Bucky never could've imagined the night turning out like this: you on your knees taking him in the club after a much needed night out for the team.
Warnings: Smut. Girlies just we eating each other out in the club and getting down on our knees for one man and one man only. Enjoy. No use of Y/N
A/N: Well friends and nasties, I got a couple people desperate for a part 2 and who am I to deny y'all?
This was my first proper attempt at a smut one shot so... I hope you enjoy??? Technically this is a two parter though, so I'd recommend reading Part 1 here first if you want the whole experience.
Also I did this from Bucky's POV cause that was what I was vibing. I know it's a different POV from the last part, but idk switching it up can be fun sometimes!
Couple songs I listened to so I could get into the techno/club mood vibes if you wanna join along (I played it low so it could feel more ambiency~): More More More by Lulu, Bring the Rave by Vortex’s, Beukers in Berlin by &NUFF, Niotech
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Bucky could only register one thing right now.
Your mouth on his cock.
He'd honestly never have predicted the night ending up like this, but damn if he didn’t imagine this same scenario over again after your training sessions together, missions, parties — really anytime he saw you these days.
So to have you on your knees, looking up at him with only the shitty flickering club bathroom lights to show the way your tongue slowly teased around his tip and back down again... Well. He never could go back to only imagining this again.
He knew what you felt like, and there ain’t now way he was going back to fiction. Thank god for that asshole that hit on you or you both wouldn’t be here right now.
He groaned as you sucked on the head, teasing him slowly as he gripped into your hair tighter, “Fuck doll, if you don’t start moving soon-“
You pulled off of him, your hand replacing your mouth as you slowly dragged it up and down his length, “Then what?” You asked, a teasing look in your eye as you looked up innocently.
His jaw clenched as he reached down to your jaw and gripped it tight, forcing you to look at him, “Then I’m gonna have to fuck your pretty mouth raw until you can’t talk.”
He watched your smile stay on your face a moment longer before your mouth hung open, your tongue out and inviting. A goddamn invitation to the heaven that was your mouth, for him to fucking use you like he’s only dreamed. You were gonna be the death of him, he was convinced at this point.
He dragged your head back over his length, your pretty lips hitting the edge of his leaking tip. He watched as he landed on your awaiting tongue, like you were awaiting orders. Orders he was more than glad to give.
He pushed his hips forward as his cock sunk hard into your awaiting throat, his length barely fitting as he hit the back. He felt you gag, watched you as you choked on him over and over again as he pulled back and forward. “You can take it,” he grunted out, “open up for me. C-come on, you can do it."
He kept pushing himself further and harder in as you relaxed your throat, his length digging in deeper and deeper. He watched as the tears started streaming down your face, your hands gripping now onto his thighs for support as he fucked your mouth into oblivion. He knew if you wanted to stop him at any point you could, so the fact that you were letting him fuck your mouth like this, seemed to be enjoying it-
“That’s it, fuck, t-taking me so good aren’t ya, made for me. Your throat, your pussy, all for me.” He panted out, each thrust taking him deeper into bliss as his head hit the wall of the bathroom stall. “Wanna fuck you, wanted to fuck you for so long. G-god, better than I imagined.”
His words we’re growing more incoherent, sporadic as his groans and breaths grew quicker, faster. He was already so damn close, your own moans vibrating against him.
He felt you suck hard, his hips pushing forward at the feeling. More- more- more-
“Fuck!” He let out, loud even over the pounding music outside the bathroom as he pressed into your throat as deep as he could. He felt you suck him harder, your tongue flattening out as you took every last drop of him.
His body was bliss, his mind a fog as he felt you loosen around him, your mouth coming off in a slow sweep. He loosened his grip on your hair, letting you fall off of him as he watched you slowly catch a stray drop of cum off your lip with your thumb. He felt his skin raise with goosebumps at the sight, every damn inch of you making him lose his mind. You were perfection, a beautiful devilish, perfect, everything.
“God damn doll.” He sighed out, head against the wall as he let himself take a mkment. He'd never come that hard in his life, but somehow you had his body screaming for more. He wanted and needed to feel more of you and he was still recovering from the mind blowing orgasm you just gave him in a dingy club bathroom.
He wasn't sure how long he stood there for but he suddenly felt your hands dragging up his body and to his face. He saw the tear stains down your cheeks, a reminder of how well you took him, your lips slightly swollen. He might've felt bad if those same lips hadn't immediately curled into a smirk as you looked up at him. “Good?” You asked, your voice cracking from abuse.
Shit.
“So fucking good.” He managed to get out, eyes tracing over every inch of your face. He wanted to mesmerize every detail, every way you looked after you took him, when you came, everything. Before he could think more, be crashed his lips onto yours, tearing into your mouth desperately.
He lifted you up and carried you over to the sink, setting you down on the edge counter before settling himself between your legs.
He took his time, tasting and licking every damn inch of skin he could before his mouth landed on your clothes chest. His teeth grazed over your nipple, a gasp leaving your lips as his hands grabbed and pinched the other. He knew he couldn’t have you the way he wanted, not here at least, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy some of what was to come.
He eventually dropped down to his knees, this time he got to gaze up at you, watching your face as he knelt below. The way your eyes would blow out, your mouth open slightly as you panted softly.
Eyes not leaving yours, he wrapped your legs around his shoulders and slowly moved your dress up. He watched as your hands reached out and gripped the wall beside you and the sink — anything for some semblance of balance.
His hands slowly slid up your thighs, goosebumps following his hands as he sat there mesmerized. He could already see your cunt so perfectly wet for him, so desperate for his touch. He reached out and placed two tentative fingers against your clothed core, slowly moving up and down before he slid the material to the side, your breath hitching at the cold air.
“Please,” He heard from above, his eyes darting back to yours as you stared down at him, chest heaving even harder now and a gleam of sweat glistening on your skin. He’d barely touched you but you looked nearly feral, like you were a rubber band ready to snap. Your hips slightly shifted forward, a silent plea for him to move. To touch.
He slowly pressed his fingers against your folds, feeling the slickness coating his fingers as he dragged them up and down. He was in no rush, content to feel you around him for as long as he could. Focused on the way your body tensed, your broken throat groaned and moaned, your legs tightening and locked around him.
“What do you want,” He said casually, pretending like it was just a casual question as he kissed the sides of your thigh. Even though he was steps away from tearing into you and feasting on your pussy like it was his last meal.
No, he wanted to hear you, needed to hear how much you wanted him first.
“Stop teasing,” You snapped, a harsh breath leaving your lips.
He moved his fingers down... And back up. Grazing by the entrance as he slicked his fingers around, keeping a languid lace. “Not enough there agent, I need you to tell me in explicit detail what you’d like me to do.” He smirked, eyes fixed on your frustrated ones.
“You fucking-“ You started, grip tightening on the counter. “I need you, James, to put your goddamn mouth on me now and fuck me so good that I forget my own name. Is that clear enough, soldier?”
He paused, smirk still on his lips as he said, “Crystal.”
Without a second thought after, his mouth pulled forward to where you both wanted it most, sighing as he tasted the most heavenly thing he'd ever laid his tongue on. You were fire and honey and he knew in that moment he’d never get enough of it — he was hooked on your taste, and he lapped and sucked like his life depended on it.
Your body lurched forward, hand darting into his hair as he felt you grip him tightly. “B-Bucky!”
He didn’t stop, tongue flicking and sucking in a punishing rhythm as one of fingers slowly entered that delicious place between your thighs. He felt you clench around him as he sunk deeper in, pulling out slowly before diving right back. He pushed, further and further until he was knuckle deep, a second finger pushing in soon after, then a third. You moaned above him, chanted nothing but his name.
That sent him over the edge. He tore into you with a new, punishing rhythm, desperate to feel you come around him, to know what it was like to hear you keep calling his name like he’d imagined every night, as he made you like this. Made you want him and nothing but him.
He groaned into your cunt, your body shivering as his metal hand pressed into your stomach to hold you down. You ground up into him, your walls clenching around his fingers as he felt you get closer and closer to the edge.
“Bucky, Bucky, I-“
He sucked your clit hard as a response, earning another harsh moan from you as he curled his fingers inside. And in that moment he knew you were done and that he'd found exactly where you needed it most because your body stiffened, your walls tightening into a deathly grip as he kept hitting that perfect spot over and over. The way you clutched to him, moved -- he was lost in the way you felt around him.
“James!” He heard you scream, your body shaking, holding onto whatever you could for dear life as he carried you through your release. He watched as your body melted, his movements slowing until he milked your orgasm just enough. He pulled out his fingers, taking his time to suck each digit clean before pushing himself back onto his feet, pulling your dress down in the process.
He felt as you reached out to him, barely registering anything as you kissed him with a fervor he didn’t know how you still had. After a moment he pulled away, his head laid against yours as you both caught your breaths. The harsh beats from the club filling the silence.
“Well that was…” You started.
“Fucking incredible is what it was.” He said, eyes locking onto yours. “And sure as hell not the end of it.”
“And what else did you have in mind?” You asked, hand drifting over his arm and up his neck.
He gripped you to him, body pressed against his as his already hardening member pressed against you. “So fucking much.” He whispered low, mouth hovering over yours. “You’ve got no idea the amount of ways I’ve thought about taking you doll.”
Your breath fanned over Bucky’s, lips just grazing one another as you whispered back. “Show me.”
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