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“So I guess this is it.” She said with a sad smile, tears rimmed her eyelids, but she couldn’t let him see that.
Bucky nods, taking the package from her warm hands. Evening sunlight poured in through the blinds, it shined onto Yelena’s stunning green ball gown.
It sparkles so bright that even stars
fail in comparison.
There was a gala going on in the room over, but the mission was over and there was no reason to stay to enjoy it.
His eyes fell to her décolletage and the sharp split between her breasts. He often wondered how they looked, or how they felt…or if his tongue could trace the line in between them with perfection…
No. Stop that, this is a bad idea.
When he looks back up at her, his heart beats a bit faster. Her eyes were heavily fixated on his lips, a glimmer of lust burning hot from her green irises.
bad idea.
He found himself stepping towards her, her focus on his face intensifying, Her chest rising and falling against the tight corset.
bad idea.
He felt himself become hot, he couldn’t seem to catch his breath, there wasn’t much he could do about it.
Yelena parted her lips to say something but nothing came out, she was at a complete loss for words.
All of that tension built up in between missions, and every time she caught herself wanting him to look at her in a way that only her most twisted fantasies could replicate, it’s all coming out into the open.
There was a little voice telling him stop, and he damn sure would have listened but-
“Bucky”
She groaned.
Fuck it, we’re doing this.
He closed the space between them, capturing her lips in his, they were lush and warm, and so addictive.
Her hands cupped his cheeks as he firmly grasped her waist, the ribbons that held the top of the dress playing at his fingertips.
God he couldn’t wait to get that off.
Nobody else existed in this moment. Just the two of them alone in a semi-secluded office. The more he kissed her, the weaker her knees became.
“Goddamn” She breathed in between kisses, her voice tantalizingly low.
He couldn’t say anything, let alone regain enough control over his actions to realize the tightening grip he had on her hips.
the space between her legs pooled with desire as he teased her bottom lip with his tongue.
She considered dropping to her knees and sucking him off right then and there,
Instead she let her hands roam freely about his body, glazing over his most sensitive areas to get a rise out of him. But the rise she got was much better than whatever her imagination could muster;
they found themselves stumbling into the desk.
in one swift motion all of the objects that previously sat atop it were on the floor, Yelena replaced them.
His lips parted from hers, trailing down her neck, drinking her in with each kiss. it was impossible to stop now, no matter what the voice in his head screamed.
She suppressed a cry through shallow breathing, her cool fingers robotically removed his suit jacket, tossing it aside and leaving him in that slutty little dress shirt that accentuated every muscle and indentation in both his torso and vibranium prosthetic.
She couldn’t help but smile to herself at the sight,
He was all hers.
Bucky’s mouth hovering over her skin and his mismatched hands gently squeezing her right arm prevented any noise from escaping her mouth that wasn’t a gasp or a groan.
“Don’t stop”
She manages to get out.
“I can’t.” Bucky whispered. She was so addicting, the taste of her skin was like a drug.
He did his best to find her legs through the puffy gown, it was a struggle but he eventually succeeded.
He grasped the top of her calf, rubbing his thumb into her knee.
His right hand lazily rubbed the inside of her thigh with his palm and stared into her face with eagerness.
Her lipstick remained on his mouth and cheek, he wanted it to stay there forever. Like a reminder of this wonderful evening.
“Bucky...” She says out of breath, her hands fidgeting with his lank brown hair. Yelena’s eyes bounced off his facial expressions, watching his hungry eyes with wonder.
“Are you sure?”
Bucky asked, running his palm along that sensitive spot at the top legs that he loves so much.
Her sharp intake of air told him everything he needed to know, but he waited for her permission regardless. Yelena nods before sliding her hand up his face, burying her fingers in his hair and gently pressing him down the length of her body.
She squirmed feeling his lips touch her leg, he gave open mouth kisses to her inner thigh making her breaths shallow.
The wooden desk was almost crushed under her grip, her fingernails dug deep into the boards.
She wanted to say anything but her voice had been rendered useless for anything except her pleas.
Her panties were worked down her legs after she opened them slightly wider, Bucky nipping at the very top of her inner thigh, getting closer and closer to the place where she needed him most.
His breath was right against her centre every breath he drew made her lean her head back a bit further.
He kept her waiting purposely, he wanted to leave her weak in the knees, but Yelena was a very dominant person, he wasn’t sure if he could stay with her for long without falling under her
intoxicating control.
But for now, the back of her knees sat comfortably on his shoulders and the smooth backs of her silver heels swung against his spine.
His tongue finally ran a line up her slick, favoring the little ball of nerves in between her folds.
Yelena moans, gripping the desk harder and tightening her legs around him.
It was sensational. His unbridled nature made her body feel things she’d never felt before.
He began to slowly eat her out, his tongue working with his lips in perfect harmony.
She cried much louder, nodding as if he was looking her straight in the face.
Though he couldn’t see her, the thought of his beautiful co-worker moaning his name and losing control over his actions titillated him deeply.
He could feel himself harden, arousal coursing through his veins.
Bucky slipped his hands up her waist, pulling her hips slightly with each sloppy kiss.
The desk was rocking before long, Yelena’s hips rose and fell against his hands.
She cried, biting down on her lip so hard she might have drawn blood.
“You taste so good” he groaned against her between his hungry strokes that elicit ungodly sounds from her mouth.
Yelena banged her fist on the desk as she rode out her orgasm. Her body shaking uncontrollably as she released herself.
Bucky smiled, pleased with himself.
She was clearly happy to see him after he appeared out from under the dress, undoing her hair and sitting up.
“Get this thing off of me.” She murmured tugging at the snug ribbons as he returned his mouth to hers.
“Oh but it looks so goddamn good on you.”
“So good” she breathed into his mouth, pulling him closer and tasting her own juices.
Her dominant side was showing through and he wasn’t complaining.
Bucky leaned back into the chair, pulling her delicate waist down with him.
She situated her legs on either side of his lap, her bare and sticky thighs against the top of his legs.
He was so lost in her hold that he didn’t notice her hand drop to his belt buckle, unfastening it with ease.
“You made me cum so good.”
His erection throbbed, hearing her talk like that made him feel like he was on a different plain of existence.
“I know you want to do it again.”
He stared at her, expecting to blink his eyes once and realize this was all a twisted dream but when he blinked, she was still there, his hands still planted under the dark green tulle attached to her corset.
“Yes.”
Yelena took hold of his scruffy jaw with an iron grip.
“You are going to be good?”
God she was driving him crazy, he needed her, he needed to know how she felt, just how tight she is around him….
“Use me.” He groaned out, using every ounce of control he had left not to press his lips to her skin.
“Hm.” She tilted his chin up with the tip of her finger, examining his pleading expression.
“ty v otchayanii, moy soldat”
Her voice deepening as she danced her fingers around the base of his cock which was swiftly pulled out of his dress pants.
His breath caught within his throat, choking out a moan.
Her fingers wrapped around him, moving slowly.
Her thumb circled around the tip of his dick every time her soft hand reached the top.
The deep breathy moans that escaped his mouth encouraged her to speed things up, she took a fistful of his perfect brown hair and made him look up at her, his eyes were rolled back into his head, so blinded with pleasure.
“Look at me.” She said, flicking her wrist. Bucky complied he could feel himself aching for release under her gentle touch.
Yelena kissed him harshly, massaging his tongue with hers and slowing her movements torturing him further.
His fingernails dug into her thigh skin with each stroke, drawing blood. She could feel the droplet slowly make it’s way down the side of her leg and fall onto her dress.
But it was such a pleasurable pain. she moaned sharply, threading her nimble fingers through his hair and shutting her eyes.
“Fuck- do that again.” Yelena muttered into his mouth.
Soaking at just the sight of his smug little smile.
She hated it.
Bucky did his best to answer, but her talented hands were restrictive.
“No.”
His guttural tone amused her further, but he wasn’t doing as she said so he had to be taught a lesson.
“No…?” She asked, her voice controlled and firm. Hoping she came across as powerful despite feeling like he could do anything to her in this moment and she would let him.
“You said you were going to be good…” the blonde says under her breath.
He could feel her body shift to align her opening up with his cock.
“Now I am going to fuck you stupid, soldier boy.”
Yelena finally slammed herself down and wrapped tight around him.
A scream erupted from her mouth as her body adjusted to his girth in painful gratification.
Bucky resisted the overwhelming urge to thrust back up into her with as much strength as he could muster.
With the lewd sounds of Bucky’s moaning mixing with the consistent rustle of Yelena’s ball gown against the squeaking chair, there was no way that they were completely hidden from the party just a wall over from them.
Yelena brought her previously working hand up to his mouth, it didn’t even take a word for him to immediately run his tongue from the center of her palm to the tip of her middle finger, provoking a smile out of her.
Lesson learned.
She touched her hand to his chest, slowly returning it to it’s place under her skirt and on the tip of her throbbing clit.
Her moist fingers combined with his veiny dick massaging her inner walls and reaching her most desired places only made her want more.
Bucky watched her play with herself while softly moaning out his name until he finally started to lose control.
Her body rocked against his in such a sensual way, it was unquestionably the best evening he’d spent in years. His breathing became shakier, the metallic sound his arm made as he carefully grasped at her flesh rung deep in her ears.
Her moans turning into screams and her fingers working much faster sending shockwaves through her arm. She let him pump into her faster as he approached his climax, but she still wasn’t going to let him take full control.
She gripped his neck gentle enough to keep him alive but firm enough that he was slightly choking.
“Fuck- you’re so big.”
He stared up at her with pleading eyes, practically begging for her to keep going. His damp hair now stuck to his forehead in a sticky sweaty mess, and his pink lips parted in perfection. It was quite the attractive sight.
Before he could stop himself, Bucky buried his head in her chest dragging his teeth across her cleavage and sucking with the very prominent intent to leave bruises.
She only egged him on, squeezing his neck tighter and eventually throwing her head back in intense pleasure.
She came with a needy scream, all of her desire and all of her strength coming out of her throat with it.
Her swollen clit spasming around his cock as the rest of her body went limp in his arms.
She dropped her head into the nook of his shoulder, kissing his neck lazily and nipping at his ear.
Yelena could feel Bucky’s grip around her tighten nearly drawing blood again but it didn’t even hurt.
“Let go for me…” A desperate groan tumbled from his lips when he heard her voice into his ear, just waiting for him to come into her.
Her whispers quickened as well as his thrusts, her voice was the only thing he could hear and thank god for that.
Her body tensed up again when he finally let himself go inside of her warm opening. His hips buckled against her lower body, grinding their skin together in a euphoric ending.
Yelena caught his lips in a chaste kiss. it was different from the kisses she had given him before, this was sweet
He pulled away with a tired smile greeting her sparkling green eyes. They looked a mess, half dressed and barely even able to walk but they were perfect to one another and that’s all that really mattered in the end.
“You’re beautiful.” Bucky whispered making her giggle softly. It was glorious.
“Stop flirting with me.” It was his turn to laugh, crinkling his nose with joy. One quick glance around the room and it was obvious what they had been doing, clothes were strewn everywhere, desktop items all over the floor , and fluid drenched the rug.
Yelena moved the hair out of his face and smiled down at him.
From his point of view she looked like a glowing angel.
“Bucky-“
“-James.” He corrected her.
A rose blush grew from her cheeks.
-*nobody* got to call him that, it was his personal name only, but here she is the only person he trusted enough to use his real name.
She felt special.
“Alright. James…” She said with a hesitation, she was going to have to get used to that.
“…we are going to get fired.”
“Damn right.”