A/N: It was requested by a number of people to do a smut part two for the last Bucky chapter! So here we go! Hope you all like it!

^^^(this gif was me writing this chapter lolol)

WARNINGS: THIS IS PURE SMUT!! Also, there is a naked-ass Sebastian Stan gif embedded in the chapter... I really hope I don't get flagged for this, lol, but I think if I put a warning I won't...!? NAKED SEB IS WORTH THE RISK THOUGH!!!

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"Where do you think you're goin', pretty girl?"

A smile, sinister and coy, crosses your face but you won't let Bucky Barnes see. You stop in the hallway outside of the opened elevator doors. It's just the two of you that took this ride up. The rest of the team dispersed in other ways: not wanting to risk seeing another make-out session after playing the risqué game of truth or dare.

"I'm going to bed," you reply innocently. You spin on your heel to see that Bucky stands halfway in the elevator and halfway out. A metal hand keeps the doors at bay.

An eyebrow cocks up on his forehead ever so slightly. Tan skin wrinkles around his eyes as he fights a smirk of his own. "Alone?"

You shrug lamely as if the question stirs up no real emotions in you. In reality, you'd want nothing more than for him to join you... but you're not about to admit that aloud. You're still playing a game, and you quite like it.

"There's no one that I can think of to join me," you say. Blasé faced and innocent-looking you take a few steps towards your apartment door.

Bucky follows. "No one?" He stops in the middle of the hall as he watches you turn back around. About five feet separate you: much more than when you'd been downstairs and sitting pretty on his lap. Unfortunately, he's put pants back on. The notion almost makes you frown. You're having far too much fun to indulge in the pesky expression now, though.

"Well, I can't exactly call up Steve and ask him to sleep next to me. And T'Challa is with Nakia, or I'd be shooting my shot right about now. And Sam... well, he's cute, but more brotherly to me."

Bucky takes a step closer. His hands are in his pockets and itching to reach out and touch you. "You can't think of anyone else?"

You purse your lips as if in thought. "No. No one comes to mind." You see that he's coming in for a kiss and, being the tease you feel as though you want to be tonight, you turn your face just in time for him to plant the peck against your middle cheek.

Bucky huffs: decidedly and dangerously annoyed.

You get a good giggle from the tight look on his face. If it hadn't been just an hour ago he'd told you he loved you, you'd be worried he was mad: but now that you know the truth, you know that there can't be that much that you could to do to really change that fact.

"Goodnight, Bucky darling," you hum into the quiet air. You turn away from him then, planning on sashaying into your bedroom and sending Bucky off to his where he'll sulk and daydream about you for the rest of the night.

You make it as far as your door—hand even placed upon the knob—when you hear Bucky's gravely low voice purr out. "Truth or dare?"

You pause in place. Looking back, you see that he's still standing there under the ceiling light with a straight-lipped expression on his face. His hands have moved out of his pockets and now hold up arms that cross at his beefy, puffed-out chest.

You swallow your excitement in an attempt to contain it slightly. "Dare."

Bucky must've expected you to venture down this more dangerous route, yet still the word brings a taut smile to his lips as it pierces his ears through the still air.

Then he says, "Take off your clothes."

You stare at the man precariously. "Right here?" You point to your feet as if reminding him as to where you stand: out in the hall with the large windows all around.

Slowly, as if moving through hot sand, he nods.

There's not much else to do than follow his command. Besides, why wouldn't you want to? The world's most dexterously handsome man is standing six feet away from you with a feral lust in his eyes and an admitted love in his heart: what more is there to ask for?

Besides, you're never one to turn away from a dare.

Stepping away from the door and closer to the light you reach for the ends of your sleeves. You pull your arms through those first and then take your time shedding your torso of the fabric. When your pale lavender bra is brought into sight Bucky sucks his bottom lip into his mouth—absentmindedly chewing on the flesh in a desperate show of interest.

Next go the athletic shorts. Those pool at your bare feet before you kick them down the hall.

Bucky shakes his head as he realizes you're stopping. "All of it, darling." His tone hits your ears like the rise and fall of the ocean tide: in lapping, disastrously dangerous waves that leave you absolutely soaking wet.

You take a deep breath. You're acutely aware of the security camera that sits in the corner. Bucky notices your eyes darting upwards and he chuckles lightly. "I'll deal with that later, I promise. Come on—no one else is watching but me. And I wanna see."

"I'd hate to disappoint you," you say. You decide to forfeit yourself completely to this moment and indulge in the way you've longed to for so many lonely nights.

Bucky's self-satisfied simper decorates his face while he watches your bra hit the floor. His hands are now at his sides, clenching into painfully tight fists, as he resists the urge to race up and grab you. He wants nothing more than to have his fingers buried in the flesh of your thighs and pulling at your long, pretty tresses while your legs wrap around his waist and his...

His train of thought ricochets clear off the tracks as your dainty little panties drop to the hardwood. Your hair is rolling down your back and your arms sweetly tucked to your sides as you wait quietly in the silence at what he's going to say.

The smugness is gone from his face and voice as he breathlessly says, "I'm definitely not disappointed, babe." The trip his roaming eyes have just made across your naked body suddenly pit-stops at your eyes. He licks his lips.

You smile. "Your turn."

Bucky can't help but chuckle lightly. "Dare me."

You walk closer to him at the center of the empty room. "I dare you to let me strip you myself," you say slow and seductively, "But you can't touch me."

Bucky opens his mouth to speak but you stop him. Your finger presses to his lips. "And no talking."

It's agonizingly satisfying to watch his Adam's apple fly down towards his sharp clavicle with his hard swallow. He nods eventually.

You walk around him in a circle. You admire the scene and the way that when he's got his back to you he has no idea what you're going to do. You've always had a thing for his naked back—call it a kink, call it a fantasy, or whatever you will—and you must admit that if you're going to see him completely naked that his muscular, veiny, bronzed back will be a fantastic place to start.

A shiver rakes through Bucky. Your fingernails have made an appearance at the sliver of skin between his low riding jeans and shirt. Plucking on the fabric of his exposed Calvin Klein boxers you let your eyes wander up to his soft waves of chestnut brown hair. Then you drag your nails up his back beneath the shirt—tugging the fabric up unwillingly as it clings to his muscled torso. The only aid he offers is moving his arms upwards to the skylight so that you can properly tug it all the way off.

Patience is a virtue, you remind yourself. Slowly your nails traipse around his bare skin. They catch lightly on the muscles and shapes of his upper back and shoulders before you run your fingertips down the length of his spine. He makes an embarrassingly large shiver—neck turning pink with blush—and you laugh.

"Hey, that's—" Bucky tries sassing you, even going as far as to turn his head around towards you, but you stop him by wrapping your hand around his mouth.

"I said no talking," you remind him. "It was one of the terms of the dare." He glowers at you, but it's all in fun. He's just being juvenile and impatient. You giggle lightly and say, "You'll have your turn, Barnes." He seems to like this idea of the game going on further. "Turn back around." He does as you say and you smile proudly to yourself.

With Bucky turned frontward once more you're free to step up close enough to press your bare chest against his warm skinned back. He takes in a sharp breath as the distinct feeling of your hard nipples dig into the skin on either side of his tall spine. Momentarily he forgets about your breasts, because without notice your hands are wrapped around his waist to reach the front of his pants. Skillfully you tug down his zipper and loosen the belt strap enough to convince the restricting jeans to fall to his feet. It's not much longer before he's breaking your "no touching" rule. A teasing fingernail traces the bulge in his briefs and he jolts in your arms. His metal arm grabs you in the closest place to reach: your forearm. He grips you tightly. He curls closer to you. The smell of your perfume is emotionally exhausting.

Instead of reprimanding him on breaking another rule, you decide to get on with the game. While you like this position you're still quite anxious to get on with something a bit more fun for you. So, with Bucky's metal arm growing hot as it seeks to hold you closer, you slide down his boxers to the middle of his thighs. You have to stand on your toes to peer over his shoulder to see what it is that those damn Kleins have been hiding all night. You bite down harshly on your bottom lip to keep from smiling. Bucky's well endowed—that's not something that anyone's been protesting since he started wearing sweatpants and skinny jeans, but you never imagined his cock to be so impossibly pretty. Maybe it's just the fact that you've never felt so strongly about a man before that brings you to believe that you've never been this turned on before. He's already hard, not even half-way—we're talking all the way, and he keens when you brush your hand against the length that now bounces up to leave a mess of precum across his muscle-taught belly.

"Is—is it my turn yet?" Bucky's never sounded so wrecked or helpless as long as you've known him. He swallows a lump in his throat and fights the urge to buck his hips into your hands that trail around his sweaty upper thighs by cementing his feet firmly into the ground.

You hesitate if only to mess with him. "Yes."

In the blink of an eye he's got you pinned to the window—bare ass pressed against the cold glass that overlooks the rolling African plains. His lips are on yours with absolutely no hesitance in their dominance and with no apology to accompany his sudden roughness. His hands dig bruises into your hips and his teeth sink into your neck as he switches between kissing, sucking, and biting of your tender flesh. Your head falls back as his hips rut up and drag his cock in the apex of your leg and thigh. The wetness from his hot slit only bring more juices of your own flowing down your shaking thigh.

"I've got a dare for you," Bucky pulls away long enough to say. It's less of a statement and more of a demand. He holds your chin with his metal thumb and forefinger.

"I'm supposed to get a choice," you breathlessly banter.

Bucky smiles—dragging his nose up from your clavicles, over the soft skin of your throat, and finally bringing his lips up to yours. They only brush there momentarily before he replies, "I'm picking for you."

At this point, you can't even pretend to be annoyed. The premise of another sexy dare is enthralling.

"Give it to me, honey." You indulge yourself in the sight of his lust-hooded eyes and glistening pink lips. "What am I gonna do?"

"It's what you're not gonna do." The playful grin on his face has your head spinning long before you even feel his cool metal hand cupping your cunt. "You're not gonna cum until I tell you to."

You let out a huff, "You bastard—" He cuts you off before you can say anything too mean. Or more accurately, you cut yourself off with a squealing scream. Bucky seems to have skipped over your clit entirely for the time being and chosen just to bury his longest digit inside of your wetness—knowing fully well that you're plenty ready.

Bucky's cock twitches on your thigh to the tune of your whimpers as he strokes and prods your inner walls ever-so-deliciously. His slick thumb rubs hard and fast circles around your clit but never touches. You can feel all of your hot blood being directed to the little nub of nerves that are being ignored instead of abused as you want him to. He's building you up so well it's spellbinding. His teeth clash against yours in a heated, nearly-hasty kiss that he hasn't seen the likes of in any century.

Your hips make desperate attempts to push down on his hand harder, but he's far too strong. Having a bit of pity for you and your wrecked-ness, Bucky changes his pattern of swirling and pressing to include your eager clit. Your high pitched moan is fed directly into his mouth. Bucky smiles into the kiss as he's encouraged to fuck his fingers into you harder and curl them tighter against that little rigged wall he's stroking oh-so perfectly.

"Buck—Bucky, baby, baby..." you mumble his name and plenty others into his mouth. Your hands are gripping at his shoulders before they travel farther up to pull his hair. He growls softly before giving you a proper reply.

"Not yet."

You had no idea that this is where you'd be by this time of the night: pressed naked against the window outside your apartment, Bucky's hot cock digging into your thigh, his fingers mile-high into your pussy, and his thumb abusing your clit while you resist the urge to cry. You quiver as you fight off the spiraling ecstasy that builds like a brigade of stacked bullets in your belly. They're so tightly loaded that you're sure the gun's going to fire without you ever pulling the trigger.

Bucky senses this almost as well as you do.

"Okay baby, okay." He kisses you quickly before adding, "Hold on one more second for me."

His fingers, coated completely in your mess, pull out of you so suddenly that your legs nearly crumble. He's swept you up in the crook of his flesh arm, almost hugging you, and uses that leverage to turn you around. He presses that damp hand to the small of your back just enough to have you staggering against the window glass again—this time, face-first. Your nipples almost ache as they turn cold against the icy glass. It's raining still outside. The coolness of the summer storm soothes the ache of your sweaty skin as you rest your forehead to the pane and feel Bucky grabbing your hips in preparation of finishing the game.

"You okay, Y/N?" Bucky asks delicately before even considering sheathing himself inside of you.

You groan, closing your eyes and pressing your forearm against the glass. "I'm impatient—hurry up."

Bucky chuckles lightly. He presses a quick kiss to the top of your spine before replying huskily, "I've got you, baby."

There's nothing on this earth that could keep you from whimpering when he first pushes his thick cock into you. Your hands desperately search for something—anything—to hold onto. When you come across a curtain you decide that'll have to do and use it to keep rooted while Bucky pounds into you.

"Fuck..." Bucky curses and it sends a whole new bout of desire dripping down your thighs. "You feel so fucking good, baby. Taking my cock so good for me..."

"Can we skip to the part where you let me cum? Because I'm wound really fucking tight," you snap impatiently.

Bucky picks up the bruising pace of his hips. You squeak and feel the world washing away in front of your eyes. His fingers wrap around to the front of your body where he can trail them down the top part of your thighs. When his pointer finds your clit and rubs tight, hard circles around the bud you think you might feel a sexually-flustered tear tickle the corner of your eye.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock and let me feel you clench..."

You lose it before he can even finish what it was that he said. Your knuckles whiten as they pull and stretch the curtains to their limits and Bucky does the same to yours. You whimper and keen at the feeling of it all, like a grenade's gone off in your body, before the wave of euphoria hits with an intensity it never has before. Bucky huffs a few short curses before snapping his hips up a few more rugged, sharp thrusts before feeling his own orgasm closing in on all sides. He loses most of the strength in his usually powerful thighs—teetering forward until nearly collapsing in on your body against the window on all sides. You're just catching your breath when you feel him spill inside—cum mixing together inside before dribbling down your thigh. You thank god for birth control when you finally gather enough sanity back to open your eyes.

"Goddamn." Bucky curses. His hot breath is on your neck. He peels open his eyes just slightly before widening them to realize he's nearly limp against you—most of his weight pinning you to the windowed wall. He backs up, slipping out of you far too suddenly, and you nearly crumble with his weight gone. Bucky's quick to gather you up in his arms before you can fall.

"Easy there—I got you," his soft voice is back as he cradles your hips in his hands. He rubs small circles on your sides with metal and flesh thumbs alike. "You good?" he looks down at you carefully.

"Very," you admit—sounding much more blissed out than you'd care to admit. Bucky chuckles and keeps you upright.

"Good, good." He smiles softly. "You think of anyone to join you in bed tonight yet?"

You laugh and nod. "I think you're going to have to carry me." You hold out both arms and he accepts your offer happily.

Once you're against his chest and he's kicked open the door to your apartment he becomes brave enough to ask, "You really love me? No games?"

You reach up to caress the side of his pretty, rugged face. "James," you assure him, "I love you endlessly."

"Good," he sighs out. "Because I know it was fun playing around but I just didn't know if you really... well, if you just said it because I said it first..."

You shake your head and keep him close as he stands inside of your apartment in front of the open door. "I wouldn't dare, Bucky." You lean up to press your lips against his—already feeling the heat building up again. And then, with your dangling foot, you kick close the bedroom door.