You walked into the safehouse and Bucky was already there, shirt off, metal arm gleaming under the dim light. He didn’t waste time with hello. He grabbed you by the waist, spun you around, and shoved you face-first against the wall.
“Been thinking about this pussy all day,” he growled, yanking your pants down hard. His flesh hand spread your ass cheeks while the cool metal fingers slid straight between your legs. Two thick vibranium digits pushed inside you without warning, stretching you open fast and deep. You gasped, but he just pumped them harder, curling them until your cunt clenched and dripped down his wrist.
“Fuck, you’re wet already,” he muttered, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with the blunt head of his cock. He slammed in to the hilt in one thrust, metal hand gripping your hip so tight it would bruise. The contrast of hot flesh and cold steel on your skin made you moan louder. He fucked you like he was trying to break the wall, hips snapping, balls slapping against you with every brutal stroke.
“Take it,” he snarled, metal fingers reaching around to rub your clit in rough circles. “Take every inch of this cock.” Your legs shook as he pounded you, the wet sound of your pussy filling the room. He pulled out only long enough to flip you onto the table, spread your thighs wide, and bury his face between them. His tongue fucked your hole while the metal hand held you down by the throat, not choking, just owning.
When he stood again he flipped you onto your stomach on the table, kicked your legs apart, and drove back inside. The metal arm hooked under your knee, lifting one leg so he could go even deeper.
Every thrust hit that spot that made you see white. You came hard, cunt pulsing around him, but he didn’t stop. He kept fucking you through it, dirty praise spilling out between grunts.
“Such a good fucking slut for me. Gonna fill this pussy up.” He came with a low groan, hot ropes flooding you while the metal fingers kept working your clit until you were shaking again. He stayed inside you for a moment, breathing heavy, metal hand stroking your back almost gently now.
Then he pulled out, watched his cum drip down your thighs, and dragged two metal fingers through the mess before pushing them back into your mouth. “Clean it up,” he ordered. You sucked them clean while he watched with dark eyes, already getting hard again.
“Round two on the bed,” he said, voice low and rough. “And this time I’m using the arm on your throat while I fuck you stupid.”
