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Space missions were something else. On one hand, wow space. They were an opportunity to see planets and stars. Who wouldn't want to see things they couldn't even imagine up. All the the plants, lifeforms...It was amazing. But all great things came with it's cons. Sometimes in the forms of weather that could kill you, acid rain on the planet Kroptorian was definitely one you had placed on your list of places to never visit. There was a long list of things that could go wrong, and the worst part? The list was forever ongoing, there was always something new.
The ship landed with a loud crunch. The planet didn't have a name, or maybe it did. But you didn't know it. It looked green, the trees and plants were green, the floor mossy green. Even the sky was pale green.
Bucky Barnes shut the ship down and looked over at you, his mission partner. You weren't the closest, but you also didn't hate one another. You were good together on missions. And this mission? Find new types of plants, and life. On a planet you had never seen. Tony had asked for this planet specifically.
Bucky stood up first and grabbed his bag, it had all the importants packed. A tent, sleeping bag, water, first aid kit and rations. Who knew how long a day was on the planet, it made sense to be prepared if you couldn't come back to the ship for a night.
"Are you ready for this?" He asks you, he wasn't sure if he was ready. Bucky wasn't completely comfortable with these space missions, the voice in his head, the one born in 1917 telling him it shouldn't be possible. But it was.
"As ready as I'll ever be, Barnes." You answer back, smiling a little. You knew he was nervous, and you'd do anything to make him feel less nervous. Even if it meant sending him smiles when you felt just as nervous.
You grab your bag and secured to your back. You then grab the keys to the ship and pocket them before checking the outside atmosphere on your Stark Pad. It was a dumb name, but Tony made them, and he liked his name on things. It was a more advanced ipad more or less.
"It's breathable out there, we won't need the masks."
Bucky exhales sharply through his nose, running a hand through his hair. "Breathable air's a nice change. Last planet smelled like rotten eggs and regret." He adjusts the strap of his bag, giving you a sideways glance.
The ramp lowers with a hiss, revealing the lush, green landscape. Bucky steps forward cautiously, boots sinking slightly into the spongy moss. "Alright, rules of engagement: don’t touch anything that looks like it might eat us instead of the other way around. And if you see a plant glowing ominously? That’s not our friend."
He flashes you a smirk, but there’s a flicker of unease in his eyes, like he’s half-expecting the trees to start whispering. "You lead. I’ll… pretend I’m not internally screaming."
You place a comforting hand on his arm, squeezing his muscles slightly.
"Hey, we've got this. Don't make me start singing to relax you."
"Please, spare my eardrums." He pretends to wince, but there's a touch of relief in his eyes at your reassuring touch. "Let's hope nothing is waiting to have us for breakfast..."
You looked down at the scanner again as you started walking. "Doesn't seem to be any animal lifeforms in the mile surrounding us."
Bucky follows a step behind you, his gaze flickering around the forest. Despite the tranquility, his hand lingers near his holster, a unconscious habit from years of constant vigilance. His blue-grey gaze darts between the thick foliage, and your scanner.
A hint of the tension leaves his shoulders. "No sign of wildlife. That's a good sign. Or..." He pauses, his voice tinged with a hint of dry humor, "maybe the local fauna are just really, really good at camouflage."
"Barnes. I think the technology Tony and Bruce made isn't fooled by camouflage." You answer with a smile. "Come look." You point to the device. "See, nothing here. We should start exploring properly, you want to pick a direction?"
"Alright, science wins. Again." He rolls his eyes playfully. His gaze drifts over the forest. "Hmm...Let's see what's that way."
"You're the boss." You say softly, teasing him. "Take the lead."
A smirk tugs at the corner of Bucky's lips, clearly enjoying the role reversal for once. "Don't have to tell me twice."
He adjusts the strap of his bag, taking the lead. Every step feels foreign to him, the spongy ground giving way beneath their boots with a squelch. The air is warm, almost humid, the scent of unknown flora filling his nose as he brushes past branches and ferns.
Bucky's gaze remains alert, searching for anything that might pose a threat, or a scientific discovery. "So far, so good."
"It smells amazing here, fresh. It's like you can smell all of the greens." You say softly. You turn back to see that the ship was vaguely in the distance. Bucky nods, inhaling deeply through his nose. He closes his eyes for a moment, and it's almost as if the tension in his shoulders eases slightly.
Following your gaze, he too looks back at the ship, the metallic hull gleaming faintly against the backdrop of trees.
"You know," he remarks, his voice quieter than before, "Can't remember the last time I was somewhere this... untouched by civilization."
"Tell me about it, Earth is so busy these days," You mutter. "Makes you wanna move to a different planet, mental that's an option now days."
Bucky huffs a dry laugh at your comment, shaking his head slightly. The idea of moving to another planet, once the stuff of science fiction, was now surprisingly within the realm of possibility. It was a world away from the Brooklyn he once knew, and yet...
"A different planet." He echoes, the ghost of a smirk on his lips. "You make it sound like it's on the list of weekend getaways, along with Paris and the Bahamas."
"Hey, welcome to this century." You mumble, the both of you walk a little more. The trees were high, almost blocking out the sun. "According to the scanner, the days here last eighteen hours and the nights twenty hours."
A slow whistle slips past Bucky's lips, eyebrows lifting. "38-hour day cycles? That's gonna mess with our sleep schedules." He casts a glance upward at the towering canopy, barely allowing slivers of light through.
His lips twist into a smirk as he nudges your shoulder lightly with his. "At least if we get stranded overnight, we've got an excuse for sleeping in."
"True." You answer with a smile. "Come on, keep going."
Bucky gives a mock salute. "Yes, ma'am." His tone is teasing, but he obliges, stepping further into the dense foliage. His gaze was on the vines climbing the trees, you watched him as you walked together. He extends a hand, hovering over one of the vines.
"Bucky, don't touch the vines." You warn him. "We don't know if the plants are covered in poison, or if they'll grab you."
Bucky's hand freezes mid-air, and he looks back at you with a sheepish expression. He knows you're right, but... "Relax, I was just taking a closer look. Just a light graze." He justifies with a nonchalant shrug. Typical Bucky, always toeing the line between caution and curiosity, and often crossing it.
You shake your head at him, but smile nonetheless. You walk forward taking the lead. As you walked further into the forest, you noticed colourful flowers were starting to pop up, leading to a more open area of the forest. You take a moment to appreciate the beauty of the alien flowers, their vibrancy standing out against the backdrop of green. You crouch down, wanting to look at the flowers a little closer. They were yellow with purple splotches of colour.
"You know, for a plant nerd, you're awfully reckless." Bucky teases, elbowing you lightly in the ribs. You gasp at the touch, losing your balance. You place a hand out to catch yourself, accidentally placing your hand on the flower as you fall, crushing it.
"Bucky..." You grumble as you stand up.
"Oops." He says, feigning concern. "Hope that wasn't the planet's equivalent of, y'know... the royal flower or something." He stands up beside you, nudging your shoulder again, this time gentler. "Look, I'm sure it's fine. Probably."
"Hopefully." You mutter.
And then you continue your journey.
After a few minutes of silence, Bucky breaks it with a smirk. "So... any more plants you plan on accidentally maiming today?"
"It was your fault I fell." You mutter, feeling slightly annoyed at him. You weren't all that annoyed, it was daft.
"My fault, huh?" He echoes, his tone oozing sarcasm. "I can't help it if you're so easily knocked off balance. Maybe you need to work on your reflexes a little more, sweetheart."
"We should probably set up camp." You say, ignoring him as you look at the scanner in your hands. "It'll be the night cycle soon, and I don't know how dark it'll get."
Bucky scans the horizon, the green sky already beginning to deepen in hue as the planet's elongated twilight sets in. He nods sharply, no teasing this time.
"You're right." He swings his pack off his shoulder, already looking for a clear spot. "Find us a decent patch of ground, and I'll handle the tent." His tone is efficient now, mission-mode kicking in. "And let's hope those vines don't decide to get... curious while we're asleep."
"Over there." You say pointing, the trees were slightly thicker in the space, but there was a flattish surface that was enough space for the tent. And luckily no flowers were nearby. "That's a good place."
Without another word, he strides towards the spot, his boots squelching against the thick ground. With practiced ease, he starts unpacking the tent and the necessary equipment.
As he works to set up the shelter, he glances up at you, his gaze lingering for a moment. "Keep an eye out for anything... creepy or crawly, alright?"
"Still scared of spiders, huh?" You tease, smirking as you watch him work. You didn't try and help Bucky with the tent, he'd only snap at you for doing it wrong.
Bucky shoots you a withering glare, his hands still working to secure the tent's frame. He hates that you know about his... minor arachnophobia. "I am not scared of spiders." He retorts, his voice firm, but the slight edge to it betrays his words.
He pauses his work for a moment, fixing you with a look that's both defiant and amused. "Just... keep them far away from the tent, alright, doll?"
"There aren't spiders." You mutter, you look down at the scanner again."Though do you remember that planet? That had the spiders the size of cats?"
Bucky visibly stiffens, his hands freezing mid-way through adjusting a tent pole. He slowly turns his head to glare at you, nostrils flaring slightly.
"Why would you remind me of that?" His voice is tight, a mix of exasperation and horror. "And for the record, those weren't spiders. Those were nightmare fuel." He shudders for dramatic effect before returning to the tent with renewed urgency.
As he resumes setting up camp, he mutters under his breath, "Definitely double-checking the perimeter tonight..."
And hour later the tent was up with two sleeping bags inside. And a small campfire outside which was currently cooking two of the food rations. You and Bucky sat around it, watching the steam rise from the rations.
Bucky nudges your foot with his boot, a smirk forming. "Dinner and a view. Can't say I've had worse dates." His tone is teasing.
He eyes his portion skeptically. "...Think if we complain enough, Stark'll upgrade these rations to something edible?"
"Tony doesn't create the food packs," You say, as you poke at the food. "Vision does, he felt like he wasn't helping enough. So Tony let him be in charge of the rations."
Bucky looks up at you, a mixture of amusement and horror. "You're telling me our food is being made by the android who thinks Shakespeare is peak entertainment? Great."
"Don't tease him about his love of Shakespeare." You say with a soft laugh. "This planet feels warm, I hate feeling the heat. I miss that snowy planet we went to."
"Of course you miss the icebox of a planet. You're always freezing." He teases, poking your side lightly.
"Not right now I'm not." You grumble, your skin felt slightly damp from the heat rising around you. "Aren't you warm?"
"Warm?" Bucky scoffs. "I've spent seventy years in Siberia, doll. This? This is a damn vacation." Without another word, he grabs his canteen and tosses it into your lap. "Hydrate. Before you pass out and I have to carry you back to the ship." His tone is gruff, but the underlying concern is unmistakable.
"Thanks." You mumble, and take a long drink of the water. Though it didn't cool you down. Not one bit. "Think I'll turn in for the night."
A few hours later you woke up sweating, your breath was heavy and hurt as you breathed in. Bucky was asleep in the next sleeping bag. You whined loudly, a painful heat was brewing between your legs. You felt out of control, and you didn't like being out of control.
You clawed at your clothes, they felt too warm. Despite the fact you were only wearing a pair of shorts and a baggy shirt. It felt like too much.
"Bucky..." You whined.
Bucky was a light sleeper. The soft, distressed sound of your whine pierced through his slumber, dragging him from his dreamless state of unconsciousness. His eyes flickered open, adjusting to the low light inside the tent. He pushed himself up on one elbow, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His gaze landed on you, writhing against your sleeping bag, your face flushed and glistening with sweat.
"Doll?" His voice was thick with sleep, a hint of confusion in his tone as he took in your disheveled state.
"What's happening?" You gasp, your body was shaking, only slightly but it was enough that you noticed and it stressed you out. It didn't help with your already fast beating heart.
Bucky's eyes widen at your desperate question and the frantic way you claw at your clothes. He's suddenly fully awake, the drowsiness replaced by concern. He sits up, his gaze roaming over your flushed face and trembling body as he tries to piece together what's wrong.
"Hey, hey... slow down. Tell me what's going on." He keeps his voice calm, though the undercurrent of worry is evident. He reaches out, his hand hovering just above your arm, unsure if he should make physical contact in your current state.
"Contact...Bruce...Now!"
Bucky's jaw clenches at the sound of your whimper, his heart clenching at how much distress you seem to be in. He doesn't understand what's happening, but the urgency in your voice pushes aside all other thoughts.
He grabs his Starkphone from his pack and dials Bruce with one hand, his other hand still hovering near you, itching to touch you, to offer any sort of comfort.
"C'mon, Banner, pick up..." *He mutters impatiently, his gaze never leaving your face.
Bruce opened his datapad and accepted the call, and with a groggy voice spoke. "Barnes, it is two in the morning on Earth!" Truthfully, he hadn't been sleeping, trying maybe. But not succeeding.
"I know what time it is, Banner. Apologies for calling you at this ungodly hour, but we've got a bit of an issue here." Bucky then shows the camera towards you, letting Bruce get a good view of what was happening.
"What have you come into contact with? Eaten anything? Touched anything?" Bruce asks, his tone calm, but Bucky had a feeling he was putting the calmness on for him. So he wouldn't panic.
"We ate the standard issue rations that Vision made." He finally answers, though the suspicion in his voice is evident. "And as for touching anything... just a bunch of plants. Nothing out of the ordinary. But that's not the point, Banner, something is wrong with"
"I can see something it wrong." Bruce interrupts. "Give me a moment."
Bruce taps away on the datapad, looking up the specs for the planet that you and Bucky had gathered earlier today. "Did she touch this flower?" Bruce asks, he then sends a picture through of the exact picture you had fallen into when Bucky poked your ribs earlier.
"She did, yeah." He confirms, the tension in his voice growing heavier with each word. "But what does that flower have to do with..." He cuts himself off as a horrible suspicion forms in his mind.
"Barnes, she's been infected with the pollen. You could try and get back to Earth for an antidote but it would be faster if you did exactly what I say... The plant is an aphrodisiac, Stark wanted the planet checked, the mission you're on, because he wanted to make a line of-" Bruce coughs awkwardly. "Sex toys...that kind of thing."
Bucky's eyes widen in disbelief at Bruce's words. He can't believe what he's hearing. A goddamn aphrodisiac? On this planet? And of all the people it could happen to...
His gaze flicks back to you, the flush on your cheeks, the restless way you twist the fabric of the sleeping bag, the faint pleading tone when you'd whined 'contact'. It's all falling into place, and it's suddenly becoming all too clear.
"Barnes?" Bruce questions.
Bucky blinks rapidly, forcing himself to focus on Bruce's voice through the datapad. His jaw clenches so tight he can feel his teeth grind together.
"Banner," he growls, low and dangerous, "are you seriously telling me I have to-" He cuts himself off, refusing to finish that sentence. His eyes dart back to you, conflicted, his fingers tightening around the datapad.
He exhales sharply through his nose. "What's the other option?" He grits out.
"You try and get back to Earth, but she doesn't have much time, maybe three hours?" Bruce says quietly.
Bucky's grip on the datapad tightens, his knuckles whitening. Three hours. Three goddamn hours. Even if he pushed the ship to its limits, Earth was too far away. And he couldn't risk your safety, couldn't risk you suffering, just because he was... reluctant.
His gaze flickers back to you again, taking in your labored breathing, the way your body arches subtly under the sleeping bag, your fingers twitching against the fabric. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry.
Slowly, deliberately, he lifts the datapad back up to Bruce's image.
"Fine." His voice is rough, barely above a whisper. "Tell me what I need to do."
Bruce coughs again. "According to my research, she needs to orgasm. And not self inflicted one."
Bucky goes very, very still as Bruce speaks. His gaze flicks back to you again, lingering on your flushed cheeks, your parted lips. It takes an immense amount of willpower for him to keep his expression neutral, his voice as even as possible as he responds.
A muscle in his jaw ticks as he clenches his teeth, his hand gripping the datapad so hard he's afraid he might break it.
"How many?" He can't believe he's asking this question, but there is no one else. This is the only way to help you.
"I'm not sure Barnes." Bruce answers. "I've barely done my research, this is all new information."
Bucky exhales sharply through his nose, barely suppressing a frustrated growl. He pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers, his metal hand trembling slightly with the effort of keeping his composure.
"Of course you're not sure," he mutters, half to himself, half to Bruce.
He glances back at you, your skin flushed, your fingers tangled in the sheets of your sleeping bag, and his chest tightens. There was no time. No alternative. And, despite his initial reluctance, the longer he stares at you, the more he feels something dangerous stir in his gut.
Slowly, deliberately, he angles the datapad away, shielding Bruce's view of you.
"Fine." His voice is rough, strained. "Get off the line." He doesn't wait for Bruce's response before ending the call, tossing the datapad aside.
Turning back to you, his hands flex at his sides, half hesitance, half anticipation. He exhales slowly, shaking his head.
"You heard the man," he murmurs, his voice a low rasp as he leans closer. "Let's get you sorted."
"Bucky..." You whine, choking his name out. You brain was clouded, you hadn't heard a word Bruce said. Didn't even realise that was who Bucky was on the phone with. All you knew was you felt hot, and your body hummed with a deep ache. You were crying now, hot tears slipped down your cheeks.
Bucky's jaw clenches at the sound of your whine, the raw desperation in your voice, the way your body writhes in the sleeping bag. It ignites something deep and primal in him, a dark and dangerous kind of possession.
He crawls closer to you on his hands and knees, his eyes roaming over your form. He can see the tears falling down your cheeks, the way the flush on your face creeps down your neck, and his breath hitches.
"Shhhhh," He murmurs, his hand tentatively reaching out, hovering just above your hair.
"Wh-what's ha-happening?"
Bucky hesitates for a moment, his hand still hovering over your hair. He can sense your confusion, your desperation for an explanation, and it tugs at something in his chest.
He lowers his hand, gently pushing your sweaty hair away from your face, his touch tender despite the turmoil in his eyes.
"It's the flower," he finally mutters, his voice a rough, husky whisper. "The pollen...it has you... all feverish and...needy."
"Ma-make it stop.." You plead, whilst you clawed at your shirt, trying to get off your body.
Bucky exhales sharply through his nose, watching as your fingers scramble against your shirt. His restraint is wearing thin, between your pleading, the heat radiating off your skin, and the way your body arches in desperation, it's becoming harder and harder to deny himself.
He reaches forward, his metal hand catching your wrist gently but firmly.
"Easy," he murmurs, his grip tightening just slightly. "Let me."
With deliberate slowness, he guides your hands away from your shirt, his fingers brushing against your skin as he takes over the task himself. You moan loudly at his touch, despite how light it felt.
His eyes darken as they roam over you, lingering on the way your shirt rides up, exposing just a sliver of skin. Slowly, deliberately, he hooks his fingers under the hem of your shirt, dragging it up your torso, inch by torturous inch, his calloused fingertips grazing your overheated skin.
"Faster..." You moan, choking on your sobs as you speak. Bucky does as told and lifts your shirt completely, leaving you topless, his eyes flicker to your bare chest. But you didn't care, the fever made sure you didn't care. You reached out for him with one hand and put the other hand on your chest, grabbing at your own breasts. You needed to feel something, anything.
"Bucky...how...will this be fixed?" You whimper loudly.
He exhales slowly, his voice a rough rasp. "Bruce said we need to..." His words catch in his throat.
"Need to..?" You ask, your eyes wide as you stare at him.
Bucky's gaze darts back to you, watching as your eyes widen. For a moment, he hesitates, torn between honesty and denial, his desire and his reservations warring in his eyes. But he can see how feverish you are, can see the need in your gaze, and his resolve wavers.
"The... pollen," he mutters, his hand moving up from your ribs to trail across your bare skin. "Bruce said we need to... get you off. Multiple times."
"Bucky, please... do it... fucking... fuck I need you." You cry, the pollen had spread over your body, making your blood burn, for him. All for Bucky. Your brain was a haze. You were completely gone. Without Bucky, you would die.
"I don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his words rough and strained. His fingers trace across your bare skin, his touch almost reverent. "But you need this, don't you, doll? You need me, need to, need to feel me?"
"Bu-Bucky please?" You cried, begged him. It was starting to hurt, and your brain fogged, why wasn't he helping. You needed this. You clawed at your shorts, needing them off.
Bucky sighed, he knew this was wrong. You couldn't fully consent, but if he didn't do this, you would die. Or at least he thought you would, Bruce didn't exactly say it. But he hinted. Bucky moved his hands down to your shorts, grabbing them, you thrusted up into his touch. The feeling of his fingers so close to your centre sent firework touches all throughout your body.
Bucky peeled the shorts off your body, he tried to be respectful and not look between your legs. But who was he kidding? You were beautiful and he wanted to see every inch of your body. He threw your shorts away from your body and looked down for a moment.
You were wriggling on the sleeping bag, your body damp with sweat. Your hands were on your nipples, pinching at them, your legs opening, giving Bucky a full view of everything. His mouth watered.
"I'm going to help you." He whispered, he moved his hands to your hips and moved you, easily, so your legs were on either side of you. He placed his hands on your thighs and opened your legs fully to him. He could see how wet you were, fuck, he could smell it.
It took all his power to not dive down and start eating.
"Hel-help me.." You whimpered, you were still crying, it was breaking Bucky's heart. He hated seeing you like this, but he was going to fix it. And once everything was done, he was going to take you on a date, and treat you like a queen. If that's what you wanted.
"I'm going to help you, darling." Bucky whispers.
"Too hot..." You cry out, your skin felt like it was blistering from the heat. Bucky took in a deep breath and moved his flesh hand forward, but then stopped. His metal hand was cold, it was always cold, maybe that would be better.
He decided it would be better, so he moved his metal fingertips up the soft of your thigh until he met the wetness of your folds. You gasped loudly at the touch as he slips two of his fingers between them. You moved your hips against his light touch, though Bucky did use his flesh hand to hold you down. Just enough to stop your squirming.
Bucky moved his fingers down, spreading your wetness until his two fingers probe at your hole. His fingers slipped into you with ease, Bucky was holding his breath as he wanted his own fingers slip back and forth. The sound your wetness made had him feeling weak. His cock felt tight and restrained in his jeans. He wanted nothing more than to free himself and fuck you silly.
But he wouldn't, not yet.
He moved his flesh hand to your lower stomach, adjusting his thumb to place over your clit. He pressed down and circled his thumb, whilst moving his fingers faster.
You were still crying, but you looked happy, the sounds coming from your lips were driving him insane. You eyes closed and your mouth opened. You looked a dream. Bucky moved his hands faster, he knew you were growing closer. You were tightening around his fingers, Bucky could only imagine feeling it around his cock.
"Buc-Bucky!" You cried loudly as you felt yourself come on his fingers, it felt amazing, and for a split second you felt better. Your skin cooled down, but only for a second. Bucky didn't slow down, he kept his fingers moving, until you came on his fingers, again and again.
You were a mess, the sleeping bag underneath you was soaked through, but neither of you cared.
Bucky had lost count of how many times he had made you finish on his fingers. But it didn't seem enough, you weren't getting better. Your body still damp with sweat, your movements still erratic. Crying out for him to help.
Bucky adjusting himself and moved his head down, he had been dying to taste you, and now it was the time. He licked a experimental lick, and almost came in his trousers right there and then. Your hips rutted up against him knocking him slightly.
Bucky growled and moved forward, opening his mouth and diving in. You moaned loudly, and moved against him. He felt amazing, Bucky moved both of his hands to your hips holding you down so he could keep his tongue moving. He slurped against you, dragging his tongue up from your hole to your clit. He sucked hard against your clit, flicking his tongue over the nub between his lips.
You cried loudly as you felt yourself come again, squirting liquid all over his face. Bucky knew your juices were dripping down his chin. He didn't care. He kept going. He dipped his tongue into your hole and moved his fingers to your clit, moving them together in a motion that had you screaming for him.
You had never been made to orgasm so much, but you still needed more. Your body needed more, and you only needed Bucky. Bucky moved faster, you were impressed with his jaws stamina. It was unfaltering.
"Bucky-Bucky-Bucky!" You cry as you grind your hips against his face, it only added to the feeling. Bucky kept going, biting, licking, sucking, until his face was drenched. He was addicted to your taste, he would never be sated.
He moved up, looking at you, you were still wiggling, but not as much. His heart swelled knowing he was actually helping you.
"Baby." He growls, meeting your eyes. "Can I fuck you now?"
You were grasping at his body, wanting him close by. "Please Bucky, fuck me, please."
Bucky nods and looks to his bag. He didn't have condoms, why would he have condoms. He could just pull out...? Yeah, that would work. He mentally cursed himself, and then stood up. You whimpered the further away he got, but Bucky promised it would only be for a moment.
He tore his shirt off and undid his jeans, ridding himself of his clothes in record time. He was sure his cock had never been harder, it almost hurt. After the whole super soldier serum he had been bigger-thicker than he used to be. Usually when he was hard he had to sort himself out as soon as possible, because it did ache.
He pumped himself a few times as he kneels down over you, he moves both of his hands to either side of your face, stroking your cheeks gently. You look into his eyes, feeling a nice sensation in your chest. He moves down and you both kiss for a few seconds. But the pollen was still affecting you, so you wiggled and whimpered. You needed more.
"Bu-Bucky... please... need you." You beg against his lips. Bucky chuckles softly and moves himself up slightly. He spits on his hand and grips his cock, pumping himself, mixing his spit with his precome over the full length of his prick.
"I'm going to give it to you baby, trust me, let Bucky take care of you." He says softly, he moves down and pushes the head of his cock against your wet hole. He was worried he'd hurt you for a moment, but as he pressed in your pussy sucked him in. Bucky groaned as you moaned, it was like you were made for each other, fitting so perfectly.
Bucky kept moving inside of you, and when you thought he was fully in the way he pushed in another inch. Until he was finally all the way in. You felt stretched, and it was amazing. You had never felt so full, and with your clouded pollen brain, you were thinking thoughts that would usually make you blush.
What if Bucky cloned his cock and stuck that in your arse? What if Bucky kept fucking you, filling you up until you couldn't take anymore?
Bucky moved his hand between you both, pressing his thumb to your clit. Slowly he circled the nerves, helping you grow more comfortable with his length inside of you.
"How's that feel, baby?" He asked quietly.
"Fuck, go good." You choke out, though you were starting to feel like your old self. You couldn't concentrate on anything but Bucky. And you didn't mind.
After a few moments Bucky started moving, he lifted your legs to rest on his shoulders, giving him more space to move. Slowly he started to move his hips backwards, taking his cock almost the whole way out before slamming back down, filling you up. You cried out loudly, gasping and choking his name and a slew of noises.
You grasped at his shoulders, letting your nails dig into his skin. You wanted to leave a mark. Mark him as yours.
Bucky growled as he thrusted, he pressed his thumb against your clit a little harder, wanting to hear you make those whimpering sounds you made when you were close to coming.
"Come for me." He orders. "Come on my cock."
You whimper at his words, your body was shaking under his touches. He slammed into you, fucking you hard until you were screaming his name and coming all over his cock. Bucky groaned at the tightening of your pussy around his cock, he knew in that moment you were an angel. You had to be, you were perfect, and felt perfect. Nothing would ever feel as good as what you did right now.
"That's my girl." He mutters, he moves both of his hands to your hips, gripping you tightly as he fucks you, moving your hips as well as his own. "That's my good fucking girl."
As your orgasm calmed, only slightly, Bucky's vigorous movements were enough to keep to close, your mind calmed down. Your body felt clear of pollen fever, the symptoms were all gone. You finally felt yourself again. Bucky must of noticed because he stopped all movements, and looked deeply guilty in his eyes. You sucked in a deep breath and moved your hips up against him.
"Don't you dare stop, Barnes." You say, smirking a little. Despite feeling very exhausted, you didn't feel anything from the pollen anymore.
"Are you sure?" He asks, his tone laced with worry. You smile softly, he was a softy.
"I'm really sure, I want you to finish inside of me." You say confidently. Bucky groaned and started moving again, his hips slammed into your arse. He moved slightly, leaning down to kiss your lips, your squealed as your legs were pushed up against your chest. You had never been so bent before.
Bucky's movements grew sloppy, and erratic. You knew he was close, and couldn't wait to feel him come, hear him finish. You wanted it all.
"Inside of me, please." You plead, his eyes widen slightly.
"Are you sure?" He questions, and you nod. Bucky growls and moves his hips against you, his movements speeding up.
He then lets out a loud 'fuck' as he slams his stuttering hips into you. You felt his cock pulsate inside of you as he empties his cock, filling you up with his seed. You were on birth control, you weren't worried. You enjoyed the feeling of him deep inside of you. For a moment, you didn't feel like your own person, you felt at once with Bucky. And you loved it, you were hoping this could be more, and not just him saving your life.
"Fuck, baby." He groans as he keeps coming. When done he slumps down he keeps his cock inside of you and moves you both so he was lying on his bed and you on top of him completely. Your head was resting on his chest and your body on his. Bucky wraps his arms around you, and pulls you impossibly closer.
"Are you feeling better?" He asks.
"Much better, thank you, Bucky."
"Don't mention it." He whispers. "Though I'm sorry I couldn't get your proper consent."
You move slightly, resting your chin on his chest so you could look up at him. Locking your eyes with his beautiful icy blues.
"Don't be silly, you saved my life."
"I did, didn't I?" He grins. "Do you think maybe when we get back to the ship, I could save your life again?"
You giggle softly. "Oh definitely, I think I may need you to save my life when we get home too."
"That makes the most sense." He answers, pretending to be all serious. "I think I may need to keep saving your life, over and over."
"Yeah?" You question.
"Definitely, but maybe I could also take you on a date?" He asks, you were shocked at his bluntness. But you couldn't deny that you liked it. You felt your body blush and feel warm all over. Not like before when the pollen was infecting you, just good old fashioned blushing.
"I'd like that."
"Good, now get some sleep. I intend to save your life before we go back to the ship in the morning." Bucky says in his ordering voice. You shake your head, enjoying the playfulness between you both. But he was right, you were tired, and your eyes were starting to feel heavy. So you snuggled close, feeling safe in his embrace.
"Night Bucks."
"Goodnight," He responds. And you both close your eyes, and finally get some rest.