Fandom: MCU, Thor, Captain America, The Avengers
Pairing: Darcy Lewis / James ‘Bucky’ Barnes
Rating: Explicit
Summary: MCU Kink Bingo: Free Space : Breath Play
Notes/Dedications: (I was dreamin’ when I wrote this, Forgive me if it goes astray.) So, while I have still been writing from time to time, I think the last time I was actively posting fan fiction was 2014. (1 October 2021)
Bucky follows her from the rear entrance to the club, just a few seconds behind. He watches as Darcy ducks down the alley, the thumping base following behind them. A few bare lights in the parking lot and a couple of old neon signs are doing little to light up the dim alley. The air smells of cigarettes, a little of pot and booze, and the fresh scent of trash in a New York summer, cut only slightly with the breeze off the Hudson.
She’s waiting for him. Bucky crowds into her space with a half-stifled growl, and closes his eyes as he breathes her in. She’s already reaching for him in return when he leans down and claims her mouth in a deep kiss just this side of desperate.
There’s no time to waste, and no space between them as he boosts her up to wrap her legs around his hips. His metal hand is wrapped tightly in her dark curls, directing her mouth to their pleasure, while his other hand finishes rucking up her skirt to dive beneath it.
Darcy’s not wearing any panties. He doesn’t know if that’s been the case the whole night, or if she took them off when she went to the ladies’ earlier. What he does know is that she is soaking wet, dripping over his hand when he pushes two fingers inside of her fast and deep.
Neither of them need much prep, or have any illusions that this will be anything but a fast, hard fuck. Bucky stretches her just enough to take him easily and swallows the moans she is already making. Then, he is practically ripping open the placket of his jeans to free his cock from the torturous constraints.
Outside. Up against a wall. His now free hand, covered in her slick, comes up to her face. Covering her mouth to keep her quiet. He slams inside of her, stifling his own groan as he bottoms out in a single stroke. Moving his hand to her throat, restricting her breathing, while he once again kisses her, and slams his hips into hers, over and over.
She’s held firmly against the wall, her heels scrabbling against his thighs, the back of his knees, the top of his calves, as Darcy arches into him, trying, and failing to meet him thrust for thrust.
Darcy can only take it. A fire is stroking up her body, engulfing her in flickering band of pleasure. The lack of oxygen, as she fights for each wisp of breath, is ironically stroking the flames that are being kindled between her thighs, where his cock strokes at her core with maddening precision. The friction of Bucky’s pelvis against her clit at the deepest part of his slide is sending her up like kindling even though she is anything but dry, all but dripping over both of them, as she fights herself for the peak.
Flashover.
Her scratchy, raw cries are near silent from the lack of oxygen that seems to keep her seeking higher and higher into the atmosphere for the oxygen her body desperately needs as it burns. He loosens his grip on her throat just enough that she could breathe, could do more than drag shaky inhales through her nose that’s slightly clogged by snot and tears if he wasn’t devouring her mouth with each punishing stroke.
Darcy’s still fluttering around his cock, in a vise-like grip, when he finally thrusts hard, snapping his hips against hers and coming inside the tight clench of her cunt.
Bucky practically whites out, his vision filling with the stars she spends her hours away from him studying. When he starts to come down, he collapses a bit against her body, pinned between him and the equally unforgiving brick wall.
They both drag in sweet breaths, uncaring about anything outside of themselves at this moment. Then, a car makes itself known, honking in the distance. The still night air raises goosebumps on her exposed skin. Bucky takes a deep, gentling breath and steps back, lowering her to the ground.
He holds onto her hand, keeping her close as she fusses with her skirt, settling her clothes to rights as she can one handed. When he sees her steel herself with a deep breath and a barely perceptible nod he steps back and let’s her hand fall away.
He does up his pants and runs an almost shaking hand through his hair. Bucky takes one last look at her kiss swollen lips then turns and heads back toward the door to the club.
He hears her setting herself to rights. He knows she’ll sneak in behind him and make her way to the ladies’ to finish cleaning up before joining their friends for another round. It’ll be like it never happened. Again. Until next time. But for now, he can breathe.