2. {On Your Knees}

TW: Choking/Forceful

A couple of hours later, following a rejuvenating shower in your quarters within the compound, you find yourself alone, in the process of getting changed, when a sudden, loud knock echoes through the room, shattering the peaceful atmosphere.

Momentarily startled, you pause mid-action, your heart rate quickening as you cast a puzzled glance towards the door. With a mixture of curiosity and caution, you cautiously approach the door, your senses on high alert as you prepare to uncover the identity of your unexpected visitor.

As you cautiously open the door, Bucky Barnes stands before you, his presence towering and commanding. His flesh arm casually drapes above and over the door frame, while his eyes lock onto yours with a dangerous glint, softened by a hint of mischief playing at the corner of his lips.

"Barnes..." you utter, trying to maintain a composed facade despite the obvious of emotions swirling within you. Deep down, you know he's likely pissed about your earlier prank.

"Care to explain yourself?" His voice is low and measured, the intensity of his gaze unwavering as he holds his position in the doorway. Your eyes involuntarily flicker downwards, briefly admiring the flex of his muscles beneath the fabric of his shirt, before returning to meet his gaze once more.

With a steadying breath, you muster up your resolve, meeting his challenging stare with a calm demeanor. Despite the rising heat between your thighs, heightened by your scant attire, you refuse to show any signs of vulnerability. You know you're in for a confrontation, and you're ready to face whatever consequences may come from your earlier antics.

"Explain what? Oh, you mean the meeting today?" you drawl, a hint of teasing lacing your voice. "Hmm, yeah, I suppose I could've checked in on you when Stark expressed concern. You did look rather tired," you add, feigning nonchalance as you offer him a casual shrug.

Bucky's glare intensifies, but instead of easing the situation, he chuckles softly, seeing through your facade of indifference. In an instant, you feel the firm pressure of his hand around your neck, and before you can react, you're being propelled into the room. His metal arm, cold against your skin, guides you further inside as he firmly closes the door behind him with a kick.

Pinned against the wall, the sudden shift in dynamics leaves you wide-eyed and breathless. The air crackles with tension as you feel the weight of Bucky's presence pressing against you, his gaze penetrating. Despite the initial shock, a rush of adrenaline courses through you, a mix of apprehension and excitement swirling within as you await his next move.

Bucky's grip on your neck tightens imperceptibly, the cool touch of his metal fingers sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't play games with me," he murmurs, his warm breath brushing against your ear as he draws closer.

"I thought that's what we do, play games with each other?" you retort, mustering a hint of defiance, alluding to the ongoing prank war between you.

"Yes, but you don't want to be playing these sorts of games with me, doll," he warns, his voice a low growl in your ear, his hand tightening around your neck with a stern pressure.

As his warning sinks in, you feel that rush of adrenaline, heightening your senses and igniting a spark of defiance within. Despite the warning in his tone, you can't help but be drawn to the raw intensity radiating from him.

With a defiant glint in your eye, you refuse to back down, meeting his gaze with unwavering determination. "Oh, I think I can handle whatever games you have in mind, Barnes," you challenge, your voice laced with a mix of bravado and curiosity, trying to breathe.

Bucky's expression darkens slightly, his grip on your neck tightening as he assesses your resolve. For a moment, the air is heavy with tension, the unspoken challenge hanging between you like a tangible force.

With a subtle shift in his demeanor, Bucky's voice drops to a low, commanding tone. "On your knees," he orders, his words leaving no room for argument as he holds your gaze steady.

You raise an eyebrow in surprise at his unexpected demand, your head tilting, a mix of apprehension and intrigue within you.

"What?" You challenge, your voice steady despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.

Bucky's laughter sends that enticing shiver through you again, the dangerous edge to his amusement only adding to the tension between you. "You heard me, sweetheart. On your damn knees. You want to play this version of our game, let's go," he asserts, his voice firm and unwavering as he awaits your response.

"Bucky..." you murmur, a hint of uncertainty now clouding your features. It's not that you're hesitant about what Bucky is suggesting, but rather the realization that crossing this boundary with him could irrevocably change the dynamic between you both.

But before you can voice your reservations, Bucky's tone turns commanding, cutting through the air with undeniable authority. "No, doll. It's time you finish what you started. Don't make me ask again. On. Your. Knees."

You find yourself at a crossroads, torn between two options. On one hand, you could walk out, putting an end to this encounter before it escalates further. You know Bucky well enough to believe that he would respect your decision if you chose to do so. Yet, there's an undeniable pull towards option two — the compelling urge to comply with Bucky's demand, to explore the uncharted territory between you both.

After a moment of hesitation, you make your choice. Option two wins out, and you begin to lower yourself to your knees, using the wall for support as you slide down. Your bare knees meet the soft rug beneath you.

Bucky's smug smile at your lack of reluctance only serves to ignite the fire within you as he looms over you, the promise of what's to come hanging between you. Now standing above you, you let your gaze drift down to what lies beneath those sweats. It's unmistakable — Bucky is already hard, the evidence pressing against the fabric.

Whether he took care of himself earlier or left it for now remains a mystery, but the sight only adds to the warmth settling in your core. With a smirk playing on your lips, you meet his gaze with an equal measure of desire and defiance.

With deliberate movements, Bucky reaches for the thread loosely holding his sweats in place at his hips, effortlessly undoing it with just one hand. His gaze remains locked with yours, intense and penetrating, as you swallow, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

As the fabric begins to slide down his hips, revealing more of his toned physique, you find yourself transfixed, captivated by the sight before you. The anticipation builds with each passing moment, you can feel the heat rising as Bucky's bottoms pool around his ankles, leaving him standing before you, his growing arousal now on show for you to witness.

With a gentle yet firm touch, Bucky lifts your chin, ensuring your gaze meets his once again. His metal hand rests lightly against your skin, while his other hand tangles in your hair, exerting a subtle pressure as he holds onto a fistful.

"So, are you going to finish what you started?" he teases, his voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. The grip on your hair tightens slightly, a silent reminder of his dominance in this moment and his hand forces your head closer, your lips now deliciously close to his length.

You decide not to hesitate any longer and part your lips slightly to let your tongue flicker slowly around, taking in the taste of the bead of precum that glistens on his tip. This elicits a satisfied exhale from Bucky as he takes in the sight, the hand behind your head tightening its grip as the metal one joins the other between your locks.

Letting your tongue swirl in teasing circles for a moment more, you eventually open your mouth, ready to take in his full length and taking the hint as you feel him push your head a little closer.

He growls as your lips make contact, moving down his member as you place your palms to his thighs for a steady balance.

"That's a good girl." Bucky praises between a breath, watching you intently as you take his whole shaft, and you moan at his acclaim.

His thrust becomes rhythmic now and starts to fuck your face, using your hair to push you down and deeper onto his cock. He holds you there for a moment, earning a choking sound from the back of your throat, your eyes up at him as you try to breathe through your nose, his gaze a devilish one before letting go of your head so you can come up for air.

You gasp for that air, Bucky only allowing you one inhale as he grabs that same fistful of hair with his flesh hand to force you back down on his cock.

"You like that, don't you? Is this what you wanted, doll?" He teases, a possessive sound within his tone, as he groans.

Unable to answer, you nod your head in the midst of his thrust, and he slams your head, your jaw aching at the size of his appendage hitting the back of your throat with ease. His hand on the back of your head starts to move faster and he fucks your throat harder, your agreement spurring him on.

"Good girl. You're going to take me like a good little slut." You feel his cock twitch between your lips, and you start to suck harder, wanting nothing more than for him to cum for you. He groans and his hand on the back of your head tightens as he pushes down hard, forcing more into your throat.

You gag and choke, but you don't stop, nor care, enjoying the dominance from Barnes and loving how just your mouth can bring him to the edge like this.

Without warning, he pulls out of your mouth with a loud pop and strokes his shaft hard, aiming it at your face. "Open up, sweetheart." He groans out and you comply. You open your mouth as he grunts through his release.

With his head tilted upward and eyes closed, you feel the warmth of his release splutter against your face, covering it in thick ropes of his seed. Bucky pumps away, slowing as his pleasure ebbs.

As you open your eyes, you find yourself gazing up at Bucky, his eyes locked onto yours with a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. There's a sense of triumph in his expression as he takes in the sight before him, his gaze lingering on you with desire.

"So, fucking beautiful," Bucky murmurs, his voice hoarse and tinged with breathlessness as he gazes at you, his eyes scanning you over with a hunger that sends that tingle throughout your body. Your hair is a tousled mess, strands falling haphazardly around your face. Your lips are raw and puffy from his touch, and your face glistens with the remnants of his seed and your saliva.

You can only look up at Bucky, your eyes dilated with desire and your breath coming out in ragged gasps. In this moment, there's no need for words — the intensity of the connection between you speaks volumes, leaving you both lost in the raw, unbridled passion that courses through you.

Unexpectedly, Bucky reaches down to pull his sweats back up, not bothering to tie them this time, all the while his eyes never leaving yours. You frown, taken aback by his sudden retreat after the intense encounter between you both. Unspoken questions and lingering desire swirl through your mind as he steps back, making his way toward the door.

"Let the games begin, sweetheart," he says, his voice low and laden with promise, before disappearing through the doorway.

Left alone in the room, still on your knees, you take a moment to collect yourself, the whirlwind of emotions battling within you. Your visage, undoubtedly a sight to behold, reflects the mix of frustration, desire, and confusion that churns within you.

As you process the abrupt end to your encounter with Bucky, a frown creases your brow. You can't help but notice the distinctive wetness between your thighs, a tangible reminder of the unfinished business that lingers.

Realizing that Bucky isn't about to return to finish what he started, a scowl crosses your face as you slowly understand the prank, he's just pulled on you. "Touche, Barnes," you grumble under your breath, acknowledging his cunning move.

With a determined sigh, you push yourself back to your feet, ready to move forward. Heading to the bathroom, you prepare for a second shower, intent on finishing what Bucky left unfinished, and bringing yourself the release you crave.