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If there was one thing in this life you'd never leave the house without, it's your lip gloss.
It's become an integral part of your belongings, right up there next to your phone and wallet, just something about it made you feel whole as you stepped out the taxi and towards the bar. The crisp Saturday night breeze hit your shoulders with a bitter welcome, your lack of a jacket making sending s shudder down your spine as you made your way in.
You'd been convincing yourself for the past week that you needed to get out, get a few drinks and let loose a little, life around you getting too stuffy to bear.
The bar wasn't anything special, your local dive bar with beer, booze and a boarded window from when a football frat rolled through town and got a little too big for their britches. To some it may seem dingy and worn down but that's what you like about it, it has plenty of dark corners for you to linger in without looking like some antisocial weirdo.
Your plan was to take it easy, start off with a shot and a beer, keeping things mellow until you felt bold enough to bump it up to mixed drinks. This was always the hardest part about going out, finding the courage to blend yourself into the crowd, not stick so far out. After your starter shot and beer you take a trip to the bathroom to freshen up, lip gloss, smoothing your hair down and hiking your skirt up just enough to dance the line between sexy and skanky.
This was when things became a little easier, an hour and another shot and beer in you can feel the tension ease from your shoulders, the smile spreading wider across your face as you touch up your gloss and head back to the bar.
"Hey," you greeted over the music. "Jack and Coke on the rocks."
"Tab or upfront?"
"Tab, please."
The bartender nods and disappears off to the well to get your drink started, you lean up against the polished bar with your back to it, eyes scanning the ever growing crowd and the band in the back, they're playing a cover of 'Paralyzer' by Finger Eleven, and a pretty good one at that. The heavy beat of the bass drum booms in your chest, pulling you in as you weave through the crowd with your drink in hand. A few sips in you start to feel that familiar airy warmth spreading in your chest, a small laugh slipping out at the mere thought of it and soon another delightful thought hits you.
You quickly downed the rest of you drink, nose scrunched as the whiskey pushes through the soda at the base of your throat as you moved back through the crowd, hand already halfway in your purse as you make your way outside.
Pack of Newport's in hand you cross the threshold to the outdoor patio, the music still blaring behind you as you slide a cigarette out and stick the filter between your lips, letting it hand as you rummage for a lighter.
"Shit," you mutter when your search comes up empty handed, a vague memory of you using it to light a candle back at your house then leaving it on the table coming to mind.
"Goddamnit." you concede, leaning up against the wall with your head to the sky, deciding to back in the buzz from your drink.
"Need a light?" a voice offered.
You turned your head to follow the voice, eyes widening when they land on the man next to you. Eyes bright and blue even in the dimly lit patio, an air of cologne that made you weak in the knees and a growing smirk that your lips are begging to taste.
"Uhm, yeah," you finally spit out, crossing the small distance as you watch him pull out a lighter. "Thanks."
With an outstretched hand you move to grab the lighter, a small furrow in your brows when he holds it back from you.
"Allow me." he gestures to your cigarette and you smile, sliding it to the center of your mouth before bending just slightly to where he has the flame cupped. You pull until the end catches and smoke rises up in the air, your eyes lifting to meet his as you lean back.
"I'm James, by the way but everyone calls me Bucky." he extends his hand to you, you take it offering your own name behind another drag off the cigarette.
"Nice to meet you, and thanks again for the light."
He waves a dismissive hand at you as he brings out a pack of Camel Crush cigarettes, you stifle a whisky powered giggle.
"What's so funny?"
You shake your head, flicking the edge of ash of your own cigarette. "Nothing, I just— you don't really look like a Camel Crush kinda guy."
Bucky cracks the menthol capsule and slides the cigarette to the corner of his mouth, lighting it with ease and eyeing you up and down through the glowing red and rising smoke. "Yeah? Miss Newport?"
"Hey Newport's are the foundation of America," you defend playfully, waving the almost gone cigarette in the air. "Besides they have one of the highest nicotine counts, more bang for your buck, Buck."
"Maybe if you live in a trailer park." he teased with a smirk, your jaw dropping dramatically before you both burst out in laughter.
"I can't believe you would say such a thing," you said with your hand clutching your imaginary pearls, feigning offense with a wonky southern trailer park twang. "I thought we were friends!"
"Oh I could never be just friends with a woman like you," he played along, holding his cigarette in his mouth as he spoke, voice baritone and flat like that of an old southern sheriff.
You blamed the rush of heat to your face and neck on the alcohol and nicotine mixing in your system, and definitely not on the way Bucky's eyes tracked every movement as you brought the last of your cigarette to your lips.
Goosebumps ran across your flesh under his gaze, an invisible string tying around the both of you and pulling you in. You're not usually one to be so easily swayed but the way Bucky's eyes locked onto yours made your heart thud a thousand times harder in your chest.
"Well still," you try to keep up the facade and not blush like a schoolgirl. "Ain't no way to talk to a lady."
"Let me make it up to you," he suggests, voice low and sweet. "Can I buy you a drink?"
Your head is nodding before you feel it, tossing your cigarette butt into the outdoor ashtray as Bucky did the same and led you back into the bar.
He took your hand to guide you through the crowd, fingers laced together as you approached the bar, the music making you have to lean in extra close to tell him your order, not skipping out on the opportunity to take in a deep breath of that cologne or brush your lips against his ear.
Bucky orders drinks for the two of you, his hand moving to the small of your back as you wait at the crowded bar. Clatter of 8balls breaking across the pool tables, the band playing another impressive cover of 'Sweet Emotion' by Aerosmith and all you could focus on was the way Bucky's fingers felt on you. Slightly splayed and adding enough pressure to remember that they're there, and to wonder what they would feel like somewhere else.
You get your drinks and he gestures over to an empty pool table, you nod and follow him. The band had moved on to 'The Reaper' by Blue Öyster Cult, the suave rhythm flowing through you as Bucky racked the balls up, chalked your cue and handed it to you.
"Ladies first." he offered with a bow as he stepped out of the way, you giggled shamelessly as you stepped up to the billiard table. Your buzz had strengthened itself tenfold, your feet feeling light under you as you lined up the breaking shot. Pool isn't one of your better skills but you were always down for a fun game.
Bucky sipped his drink, eyeing you as the solid and striped balls scattered across the table watching you nod to yourself, seemingly pleased with the break you did. You stalked the table for a moment before settling on your first shot, solid purple to the side pocket, a simple enough shot. Your strike was a little sloppy but still on point, the ball sinking straight down into your desired spot, making you gleam with a smile.
The rest of the game went by in a booze blurred breeze, you and Bucky encircling each other around the table but with each pass you made there was a lingering touch here, a grazing hand there, a playful shoulder nudge when he would tease you about missing a shot. Soon the game was over, while you came close he still beat you with a smooth corner pocket of the 8 ball.
"Aww booo!" you groan when the ball dropped down signifying your defeat.
"SOL girlie, better luck next time." Bucky teases with a smirk, setting both your cues back and cleaning up your game. This gave you ample time to get another look at him, he wasn't wearing anything flashy by a mile, a simple white tee and some jeans but good god if he didn't look good in it. You knew you were staring but you hardly cared at this point, all you wanted was to keep looking at him and talking to him and sneak as many 'accidental' touches in as you could.
"You're lucky we didn't make any bets," he boasts playfully. "I would've had you running for the hills."
Your eyebrow quirked up at his bold claim. "That a fact? And what would we have been betting for, exactly?"
Bucky didn't miss the flirtatious challenge laced through your words, or the way you let the tips of your fingers drag along the edge of the table as you rounded the corner towards him.
"Money?" you offer when he doesn't answer right away, slowly closing the distance. "The next round? Another cigarette?"
"Not exactly." he murmurs when you stop just in front of him, looking up at him through your eyelashes, watching you nibble at your gloss lined lips.
Your heart stuttered in your chest as he looked down at you, pupils blown wide— and it's not from the lack of light in the bar. Your eyes drop down to his lips, watching his tongue poke out to wet the bottom one and it sends chills down your spine, and you just can't take it anymore.
"Buck?" you practically whisper, your throat dry as you swallow deeply.
"Yeah?"
"Would it be too forward of me to invite you back to my place?"
Bucky pulls his lip in between his bottom teeth, devious glee crossing every feature of his face. "I thought you'd never ask."
The two of you barely made it past the threshold of your apartment door before his lips were on yours, the kiss was messy and desperate, each of you trying to consume the other with a fervor as if the sun wouldn't shine tomorrow.
Bucky pins you to the nearest wall, slotting his thigh between yours as his hands roam all across your body.
"God you look so fucking pretty in this," he groans against your lips, pushing your jacket off and letting it fall to the floor. "You know how hard it was for me to not look at your ass? Trying to be a gentleman while you were bent over that pool table."
"No need for chivalry here." you quip with a slight drunken laugh.
You made quick work of the top you had on, letting it clatter to the floor along with his shirt and belt. His mouth latched on to the column of your neck, kissing, sucking and biting a litter of marks all across the plane of skin as your hips moved with a mind of their own, desperate for any friction they could find.
"What'sa matter baby? Feeling needy?" he coos when he hears you whine, your hips rutting down onto his jeans to the point of a small damp line soaking into it. "Christ look at that." Both your eyes drop down to his jeans, the stained material almost glistening in the light.
With a whimper for more on the edge of your lips he's moving, guiding you over to the couch, sitting you down and sinking to his knees in front of you. Breathless and pliant you lift your hips when he snakes his hands up your sides, hooking his thumbs into your waist band and pulling both the skirt and slick stained clothes down. A slight shiver runs over your skin when you get exposed to the cool air around you but it's quickly warmed when Bucky wraps his arms around your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he brings you to the edge and holds you open, groaning to himself while his thumbs make gentle circles inching closer and closer to your center.
"Bucky…" you beg, writhing and bare in his hold.
"I know princess, I know." he purrs into the skin of your inner thigh, pressing feather light kisses all the way up. He finally gives you relief with the stroke of his thumb over your clit, your hips rising up to deepen his touch.
"You know I never got to ask you earlier," he drawls as he makes light incessant circles over it, occasionally dipping down to your leaking slit, smearing your slick everywhere. "Why do you smoke?"
Your brain nearly fizzled out at trying to comprehend his words over the heat and pleasure blooming between your legs, lips dry before you lick them. "No reason I guess, I just— ahh, I like to smoke when I drink."
Bucky hums against your skin. "Better than me I suppose, I just need to have my mouth busy." There's less than a second from when the words hits your ears to his tongue diving into your cunt, licking a wide stripe up to your clit, circling it with the tip of tongue before closing his lips around and sucking.
A broken moan rips from your lips as you melt into the couch, thighs trembling under his hands as he devours you, sloppy wet kisses all along your slit. He pulls back with a groan of pure hunger, taking your legs and hiking them both over his shoulders as he dives back in, teasing the flutter of your entrance with his tongue before pushing it in with languid soft licks.
"Jesus, f-fuck Bucky," you stutter out, voice high pitched and whiny, your head is spinning and you can't tell if it's the booze or him, nor do you care.
"Feel good baby?" Bucky taunts, lighting grazing his teeth over your clit making you jump.
You're nodding fervently, hands fumbling around before they land in his hair. Fingers raking through his tousled chocolate pompadour, digging in to pull him closer. Bucky looks up at you, your head tossed back against the couch, eyebrows screwed together in pleasure as your hips lightly rock against his face. He shifts below you, parting your leg to sneak his hand up, he pulls his lips back with a smirk when he hears your whine, taking his middle finger and slowly pushing inside.
"Mmph, shit baby." he groans against you, as if the pleasure he was giving was his own. "So fucking tight already, can't wait to get this pretty pussy on my cock, you want that? Want Bucky to fill you up and stretch you out?"
"Please," you whimper shamelessly, hand now lost in the edge of the couch, pulling at it so hard you could rip a seam as he curls and pumps his finger deep inside you, hitting spots not even your own hand could touch. "Please don't stop, 'm so close Buck."
Bucky slides his index finger in with ease and the second the pads of his fingers brush that sweet spot you're falling apart on his chin, a jumbled whine of his name echoing out off the walls as he rides you through it, tongue licking loving circles around your clit making you shudder. Stars explode all across your skin as you come down, body moving on its own accord as your hips roll into his touch, instinctively— and greedily searching for more, and Bucky willingly gives it. Twisting his wrist just enough he moves his fingers in tandem, one curling right after the other and you're buzzing from head to toe when you finish again.
Pure, feral desperation is the only fuel to your jelly bones, reaching down and dragging Bucky up to the couch next to you. His lips find yours with that of a magnetic pull, letting you push and pull his body until he's sat against the corner and you're straddling his lap. You both fumble blindly to push his pants down, only getting them down to his thighs until you feel his cock spring free against your, making you moan against his lips. You grind against him out of sheer need, making a mess along his shaft and part of his boxers that didn't get out of the way fast enough until you can't take it anymore.
"Condom?" he asks when he feels you line him up.
You silently curse yourself for being so horny and forgetting to ask. "'M on birth control, and clean."
"Me too." Bucky smirks at the giddy laugh that slips past your lips, pulling you in by the nape of your neck to a deep kiss. You lift yourself back up and bring his tip, leaking and hard, to your entrance, slick smeared across your thighs as you slowly slide down.
You both moan into each other as you sink down inch by fateful inch, feeling like he'll never end. A light whimper slips past your lips when you're finally seated against him, ass flush to his thighs as your palms lay flat against his chest. His head bows down to your shoulder when you roll your hips tentatively, teeth grazing the skin at the base of your throat, sliding a hand up to unclip your bra as you shrug it off.
After you feel him twitch inside you lift your hips, not all the way up but enough to when you slide back down you punch a moan out of both of you. The pace isn't hard to find, your hands running up to his shoulders as you lean forward, blind pleasure guiding as you snap down onto him. Slick sounds fill the air behind your scattered whimpers and his deep groans, an occasional slap to your ass when you meet his upward thrusts.
Heat covers your body head to toe, giving you a whole body blush every time the tip of his cock hits so perfectly against the curve of your cervix. It's not long until you're biting the inside of your cheek in a poor attempt to fend off another onslaught of an orgasm.
"Cmon babygirl," he grunts against your ear feeling your resistance, hands dropping to your hips to guide you. "Gonna give me another? Hm? I feel you fighting it, tell me you want more and I'll give it to you."
You're on two separate planes, your mind is saying you've never cum this many times on your own let alone with someone else, feeling it's impossible to do it again— while your body is aching for another release, clit throbbing as it rubs against his pelvis with every grind of your hips.
"More," you barely manage to croak out, voice already horse. "Please Bucky I wanna cum again, please, feels so good, I want more."
"Sound so pretty begging for me." he grunts and doesn't let up, raising and lowering your hips as he thrusts up at just the right time, making your body surrender to the pulsing rhythm between your thighs. Waves of hot pleasure crashed over you, making you slump and twitch against him as he slows his thrusts to deep grinds.
"That's it, there's a good girl." Bucky praises into your throat when you sag onto him, his hand running up and down your spine.
You're breathless when you roll your head, tilting it up to take in a deep breath of air with a pout. "You didn't cum…"
"'Cause I'm not done with you yet," he teases as his hand makes it to the top of your spine, running up your neck and into your hair, closing his fist around it to pull your head back. "This pussy feels too good cummin' on my cock for just two, don't you think?"
He holds you still by your hair, not in a painful way, just enough to remind you who's in charge, it sends an addicting thrill to the pit of your stomach as he slowly picked up the pace of his hips, your body pliant but thrumming along your inner walls.
"You looked so sexy riding me too, could watch you all day." he mumbles in a hoarse breath, dropping his hands down to your ass, squeezing the curve of it. With the few ounces of strength you had left you leaned back further, the change in angle sending a jolt through both bodies, making Bucky grunt— seemingly pleased.
"Fuck yeah baby, that's it, fuck me just how you like it." he leaned forward and pulled one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the hardened peak and lightly biting into it.
"James," you whine, throaty and pitiful as he swiveled his hips up into you, drawing out sounds you didn't even know you could make.
"Come on baby," he whispers into the skin of your sternum, switching to the other nipple to give it ample and equal attention. "Cum for me again. Want to feel this sweet pussy squeezing me nice 'n tight, feels so fucking good, cmon give it to me."
You writhed in his hold, back arching as you shattered around him, your cum is leaking out down your thighs and onto his lap. Any other time you would've been horribly embarrassed, but the slew of curses that left Bucky's lips were a good enough indicator that it didn't matter.
"That's my girl," he breathes raggedly. "So fucking good. Fuck."
Limp and dizzy against him you hum pleasingly, the vibrate in your throat being the only true sensation you can feel past your numb legs and wet thighs.
"How… have you not cum yet… " you barely make out, voice shaky and patchy. "What're you, some superhero?"
"Something like that," Bucky laughs, deep in his chest as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Where's your room?"
"Down the hall on the left."
You feel the mattress before you see it, the soft spring of it under your back as you're set down, the world still spinning around you. There's a slight second for you to catch your bearings as Bucky strips the rest of his clothes off, the clink of his belt hitting the floor making you quietly moan in anticipation.
The bed dips next to you with his weight and you're being rolled onto your back, body moving on instinct as you lift your hips in the air. You can feel Bucky behind you, the heat of his presence looming over you without touching you made you realize how exposed you are, a small wave of self consciousness rushing through you.
"Hey," his voice is softer than it has been all night, a gentle hand running up your spine. "You okay?"
You nod, not trusting your own voice to not betray you.
His hand stops at your shoulder blades. "We don't have to keep going if you don't want to."
With a glance over your shoulder you see the sincerity in his eyes and it makes your heart sink and soar all at once, you sit back on your heels to press a hand to his chest.
"I'm okay," you assure him with a lazy smile. "Just… felt a little like I was on a glass display there for a second."
He smiles but you can still see the hesitation in his eyes, you reach back to pull him into a kiss, humming when his lips meet yours. You deepen this kiss, licking his lips open with a teasing swipe of your tongue, he melts into it with ease as his hands wrap around you and roam across your body.
"You should be on a glass display," he mumbles against your lips. "So fucking gorgeous, and these soft lips with that shiny little gloss, you had me the second I saw them shining."
Soon you're both rocking your bodies into one another, the tip of his cock brushing the small of your back making you both pant against the others lips until you can't take it anymore.
"Please Bucky," you whine, helpless to the need of friction, the haphazard rubbing of your thighs together doing nothing to avail the pressure. "'M okay, I want more."
He kisses down your throat as one hand travels down your stomach, stopping just above your achingly empty cunt. "Was I too rough with you earlier?"
"No," you immediately answer. "No it was good, I liked it."
"Good."
Bucky pushes your thighs apart with his knee, sliding his hand back and pumping it around his cock before you felt the familiar push of the tip against you and slide in deep with one smooth thrust.
You cry out his name, head falling back onto his shoulder as he fucks up into you, then angle making every square inch of your skin tingle, winding up and fast and heavy orgasm within you.
His free hand skates down to play with your clit, switching between tight little circles with one finger to brash brushes with three, each touch making you burst.
"Such a perfect little pussy," he hums in your ear, not letting up on your clit even when you twitch and leak down your thighs. "Gonna cum again for me? Gonna make her all wet and messy for me, hm?"
Words are past you at this point, all you can make are piteous cries and moans and a slurred mix of 'fuck and Bucky and please' before you're stuttering and clenching your thighs together, squeezing down on his cock as you fall apart all over again. Your spine turns to jello and he leans you down into the bed, letting your face grace a pillow before he rolls you back over, crawling to hover over you.
"Don't know where you've been all my life," he murmurs, taking one leg and holding it against his chest with your ankle over his shoulder as he slides back in. He wastes no time in chasing what feels like your millionth high to his first, steady and deep thrusts claiming you from the inside out, your body twisting and shuddering as if it's reshaping to his form.
"It's okay," he kisses the words into the skin of your ankle that's by his ear. "Bucky's got you now, you'll be his good girl, won't you baby?"
"Yes, god yes— fuck don't stop." you babble back to him, hands sweaty as they fumble in the sheets under you, gripping on for whatever life you can grasp at after the orgasm rips through you. "B-Bucky,"
"I know princess, I know. It's okay, you cum as much as you want, okay?" he coos in such a heartbreakingly soft voice as he buries his face at your neck, sucking and biting his mark into your skin. You unravel from within, letting out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush as your cunt flutters fiercely around Bucky's cock, making him in turn swear against your skin.
"Fuck baby, mm feels so good when you cum, can't ever get enough." he breathes out as he leans down letting your leg slide down to the bend of his arm as he holds it up, catching your lips with his and nipping at the bottom one. "Gonna let me cum inside?"
"Please," you beg shamelessly, using whatever strength you have left to lift your hips, Bucky easily catches on and slides his hand under your ass, changing the angle making every stroke deep, unforgiving and utterly perfect.
You feel the slip, the stutter in his hips before his pace becomes erratic, the staggered breath that heaves in his chest. "God fuck yes, gonna cum deep inside this pussy, let it spill out and fuck it back in. Go on baby look, look at how she's taking me."
Bucky leans back just enough for you to pry your pleasure screwed eyes open and look down at the connection of you two, a glorious glistening mess of skin slapping on skin as he sinks in and out. "So fucking good, takin' me so good. Keep watching princess."
The squeeze of his hand around your thigh is the last warning you get before you feel it, sticky heat pouring into you over and over again as he— true to his word, fucked it in deeper and deeper, rolling his hips against yours. The grind of his pelvis on your clit sends a mini burst of an orgasm through you, aftershocks taking hold of every joint and limb on your body as you finally slump limp into bed.
Everything goes fuzzy after that, you feel the weight of Bucky on top of you, the damp sweat of your bodies sticking together for a while. Then his body is gone, the warm feeling replaced with a rush of cold air as he pads off somewhere in the room. When he comes back there's a warm and wet cloth pressed between your thighs, the contact making you jump at first before he soothes you down, stroking your thigh as he gently cleans up the mess you've both left behind.
Sleep isn't far away when you feel the bed dip again, your eyes fluttering open to the sight of him sitting next to you, thumb stroking circles on your tummy.
"You okay?"
A faint nod. "Definitely."
"Alright, well I guess I should—"
You grab his wrist before he even gets the chance to move, fingers wrapped around and pressing into the skin. "Stay."
He looks confused but not wholly opposed. "You sure?"
"Depends." you force your spine to strengthen itself as you sit up.
"On?"
Bucky can't make out much in the dimly lit room, just the sound of a drawer opening and slight shuffling. You shed light— literally and figuratively, with a click on the bedside lamp, revealing a cigarette hanging out the corner of your mouth.
"Got a light?"
His smile widens tenfold, a light chuckle leaving his lips as he reaches down for the lighter in his jean pocket before curling up in bed next to you, lighting a flame at the end of your smoke, and in the center of your heart.
fin.