Wall fern forest. An unprecedented third consecutive La Niña weather phenomenon is predicted for the East Coast of Australia between 25° and 35° south this spring/summer. Flooding events are already happening in the bush, after last summer's devastation that resulted in 30+ deaths and a whole town of 35,000 folks being washed away and destroyed. The Sydney basin was not spared, especially at the foot of the Blue Mountains. The Inner West was largely unscathed, but the constant rain made this old part of the city smell like mould and there was a proliferation of wall ferns everywhere that are still going strong. Climate change is right here, right now. Make no mistake. Petersham.
𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐰𝐞𝐭
summary ─ your mating sessions are always intense with bucky.
pairing ─ alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader
warnings ─ penetrative sex, unprotected sex, biting
The pit-pat sound of skin hitting skin was filling the quiet room. The curtains were drawn, clothes piled up on the floor, bed was creaking and bedpost hitting the wall rhythmically. You and Bucky were covered in sweat, your skin was glowing with it under the dim lights of your bedroom.
You were on your belly, ass high up on the air, as Bucky stood behind you. His hands were cradling your hips, nails digging into the softness of your ass while he pounded into you. Your slick was running down your thighs, wetting his thighs and dripping on the sheets. Both of you were stinking the room up with your scents, but neither of you cared about it.
“Goddamn, so wet, omega, shit,” Bucky moaned behind you and leaned forward to cover your back with his naked and sweat covered chest. You mewled. A whimper that was stuck in your throat was released high and out in the air by Bucky’s teeth nipping the bond mark on your neck. “Takin’ me so well, so nicely,” he added. “You were made for me, omega, mine.”
You gasped. “Yours, alpha, only yours,” you breathed. Your face was smushed against the bed and hands were holding onto the ruined sheets tightly. Bucky was increasing the strength and pace of his thrusts; you could feel his knot forming at the base of his cock each time he was buried deep inside of you.
Bucky slipped a hand under your body. His right hand found your weeping sex, and his fingers weren’t late to find your clit. Crying out, your body stiffened. His fingers tweaked and flicked at your clit. The heel of his hand occasionally put pressure on your throbbing clit.
“Bucky!” You panted. Bucky answered you with a deep growl. He was slowly going non-verbal. The smell of your arousal and sound of your pussy were a bit too much for him. You gasped and moaned. Your hands scrambled to hold onto the bedpost. Soon, Bucky started to slam into you. The sound your wet pussy was making was so loud that it felt like a thunder right next to your ear. “Alpha,” you cried softly, followed the title a soft whimper.
Bucky kissed your bonding mark. “Come, omega,” he grumbled. He didn’t need to use his Alpha voice for you to come on his cock on command. You were already so damn close; hearing the low timbre of his voice was enough for you to come. You heard him snarl, but it sounded far away.
Only two thrusts later, Bucky groaned loudly and came inside of you, his knot locking in its place. You hummed in satisfaction. You were soaked with sweat; your slick was covering both your thighs and his, and you had come on various parts of your body. You were filthy. You loved it.
“Mmm,” you heard him hum. You bared your throat to him. Bucky took the opening and bit gently on the mark, kisses and nipping followed his soft bite. You giggled happily as you clenched on him at the sensation. Bucky groaned.
“Cuddle,” you slurred. “Please, alpha?” With more grumbling, Bucky hugged you close to his chest and rolled you to your side, strong arms never letting you get out of them. You smiled widely and snuggled deeper into his embrace.
Sleep was quick to find you.