Erase Every Trace

Erase Every Trace

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺 : Bucky had to sit back and watch another man touch you, but now that the ruse is over, he’s going to erase every trace of him off your skin. 

𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨:  TFAWS Bucky x Reader

𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘊𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵: 2.9K

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 : Possessive (mostly protective) Bucky, creampie,  hint of exhibitionism kink, breeding kink, choking, semi public sex, smut, (oral f receiving), minors DNI

A/N: Based on a gif and that scene from this week. Beta’d by the wonderful @whisperlullaby but all mistakes are my own. 

Do not copy, rewrite, translate or post my work anywhere. No permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories.   𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵)

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He knew he had fucked up, his arrogant demeanor slipping away when the former winter soldier glared at him. The tense, yet calm atmosphere shattered the second he snatched your hand off Bucky’s arm, placing a distinctly moist kiss on your knuckles while grabbing your thigh. 

And when Bucky lifted him out of his seat by his throat, everyone knew that he would never make that mistake again. 

Earlier that evening. 

The nightclub certainly lived up to its reputation, you didn’t even make it past the entrance before you were being offered pink skull shaped candies. Shaking your head at what you assumed was ecstasy, you looked around the large room. Bright strobes of neon lights wave through the crowd splitting the darkness, the heavy thumping bass of the music vibrating through the floors. A husky mix of smoke, sweat, and liquor cling to the thick cloudy air. 

People jump and sway around you, a mob of glittery, sweaty limbs touching and grinding against each other. You navigate through the crowd, swatting away wandering hands and stray lips until you make your way to the bar. Signaling the bartender, you order a shot of tequila, needing a little liquid courage.

 You weren’t supposed to be here, but the only alias they could use to get a meeting with the buyer was part of a couple. And you were the only one that could help them out. Bucky was too well known through these parts and there was no way an Avenger could disguise himself among this crowd. Which left John Walker and you, a fact that Sam and Bucky hated.

You could see past Bucky’s stoic demeanor to the seething rage lurking beneath his seemingly cold indifferent blue eyes during the meeting, rage that grew each time John emphasized how loving the couple was known to be. The thought of having his hands on you turned your stomach. 

Honestly, you were only doing this for Bucky. 

While the information you could get from the buyer would help the team, it would also lead to another name on his list. A fact that only you and Bucky were aware of and the only reason he was allowing this to happen. 

You know him so well that you picked up on the way the corner of his mouth twitched whenever he was upset, how he would tap his left knee with his index finger as if he were counting down in his head, a  grounding technique he picked up from somewhere. 

You intertwined your fingers in his while you listened, rubbing your thumb across his palm, tapping along with him. His quick squeeze telling you he was okay. He has to shut down and compartmentalize otherwise his emotions would get the best of him. 

You and Sam remember the last time you were in danger, the destruction he reigned down to save you was astonishing. Rule number 2 of his does not apply to you in the slightest. 

If he even thinks you’re in danger, there is no stopping him. 

A fact he reminded a smug John of several times during the planning process.  

You pulled down the end of your form-fitting teal dress and threw back the shot, the crystal clear liquid burning it’s way down your throat. Wiping your mouth off with the back of your hand, you slide the glass down the counter. 

You balance your weight on your heels, warily watching John approaching you, wearing his fur-lined coat, a snarky smile on his face. It takes everything you have to not cringe when he pulls you in for a hug, kissing the shell of your ear. 

“We’re being watched, so play your role, I have plans for tomorrow that I’m very interested in keeping,” he whispers, his hands moving down your back, resting above your ass. 

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