Bucky's eyes are shining, and Wanda turns away before she lets herself get lost in them. He takes one thigh in each hand, and pulls them slowly. Her legs are open, cunt exposed to the air.

"W — what now?" she asks when his hands stay on her thighs, fingers gripping lightly.

"Now, you touch yourself," he instructs. His voice booms in her ear even though he's practically whispering, and she knows he's so close that if she turned again she could kiss him.

She wants to kiss him.

"I don't know how," she whispers, embarrassment flooding her again as her hands pull towards her chest. He immediately soothes her, hands coming up to rub against her arms.

"Copy what I did," he replies, dips his hand down between her legs before his fingers gently spread her.

He groans deeply. "Even your cunt is pretty." He sighs, and Wanda feels her cheeks heat again.

"Hand, please."

She places her hand into his, his palm to the back, and he places it above her pubic bone.

"Remember, slowly. You wanna prep yourself before just going at it."

"Right," Wanda says matter of factly. Bucky drags her hand up and down her inner thigh, before gently cupping herself, then returning back to her thigh, fingertips dancing along the skin.

They repeat this action, and when he presses her finger to herself, she jumps. "You alright?" he asks sympathetically. She nods, exhales heavily.

"It's...been a while."

He hums lowly, encourages her to push her finger tip again, the circles slow. "Poor thing, you just need someone to take care of you." Gently, he squeezes her arm, the other hand still guiding her, and she feels like puddy, sinking into his hold.

"Lets try this," he croons, lifting her hand. Wanda turns her head and watches him open his mouth, sucking on her index and middle finger. His tongue flicks against the pad and when he pulls it back, her finger shines. Eyes clouded with lust, she watches as he presses it back down, making lazy, tight circles with her finger. "Any better?"

It is better, different, the wetness making their fingers glide quicker.

When he pulls his hand away, Wanda whines in protest.

"Come on, you can do it, keep going," he instructs, hands massaging her upper arms now, lips right below her ear and he presses another kiss to her neck.

Wanda nods, continuing the movements, blowing out a frustrated groan when her tummy doesn't tighten like it had with his hands.

"You gotta think about what you crave," Bucky says, laughter tampering into the end of his town. Wanda pauses her movements, focuses on his hands on her skin. "What turns you on, darlin?"

She thinks of his hands, the light pressure they're currently distributing.

His eyes, the way they light up when he smiles.

His lips when he smokes, wrapping around the end of a blunt.

His voice. Wanda, I dream about kissing you.

Bucky kisses the spot on her neck again, inhales her. "You smell divine." He sighs, leaning his forehead against the back of her head. "Now what's a pretty witch like you think about that turns y—"

"You first," she gasps, interrupting him. Her hands move, trying to find the same pressure he did, and Bucky nuzzles into her hair.

"Not sure if it'll scare you or not," he whispers, breathing into her hair. His lips brush against her shoulder and her eyes squeeze shut.

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

He chuckles, maneuvers himself a bit, strokes his hand down her arm until it's covering her hand again.

Moving slowly, he pushes downward, finger separating her lips again and her hand goes limp, stuttering as he takes over. "I bet you think of a gentleman," Bucky observes, voice husky. He pauses, holding her closer. "You still with me?"

"Yes," Wanda whispers, holding her breath, begging him to continue.

Bucky nods, and his fingers brush across her slick, before pushing inside.

She gasps, wiggling slightly but he holds her steady.

"You'd want husband material. Perfect gentleman, cradles you while he fucks you," Bucky mummers. His wrists twists, and she keens silently, eyes fluttering, hands dropping to the sheets to twist in them again.

"N — not always," she whispers, eyes still shut. His hand pauses, nose poking her shoulder. He picks up her hand, places her fingers on her clit and begins moving them, his finger still inside her. She does as he directs, and when she picks up a rhythm, his finger begins to move again, slowly.

"Hmm, then what? Are you into public things? Fucking in alley ways? He's pressing you into a wall as a car passes by, maybe, rough as hell."

Wanda shakes her head again. "R — rough is good sometimes."

"What about now?"

The question causes her to moan. It slips out, making her cheeks burn. The shape of his cock is hard against her back, pressing into her spine and she whimpers again, nodding.

He digs deep, and her stomach clenches, his finger brushing against something deep inside that makes sparks flash behind her eyes.

"Keep it up, darling," Bucky murmurs. "Watch my hand, see what I'm doing? You try it, can you?"

"I think so."

"Good girl, baby," He hums.

She flutters around his finger that's slowly removing from her hole, her own fingers moving roughly against her clit, picking up speed.

"You like nicknames? Being told what a good girl you are?" Bucky whispers into her neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. She blinks rapidly, the sudden urge to kiss him is blinding her, and he squeezes her to him so that she can't move her head.

Wanda moves her fingers quickly, her bones limp. She can hardly breath, hardly think straight, the waves of pleasure within her thick and cloudy. He plunges his finger back in, this time two, his hand working against her cunt in a steady rhythm.

"I — I can't—" Wanda moans, her free hand twisting in the sheets, knuckles white.

"You wanna finish, sweetheart?" She nods quickly, hers blown open. And suddenly his fingers are gone, along with her impending orgasm.

"Bucky?" Wanda asks wildly, panting, trying to sit up so she can whirl around at him.

"Nope, you gotta get yourself to cum sweetheart. Otherwise I'm a shit teacher."

Wanda sags against him, the outline of his cock pressing into her back.

"That's... fucking cruel."

Bucky gives a bark of laughter, chest rumbling and squeezes her thighs lightly. "Never claimed not to be. Come on, you can do it." Gripping her wrist, he guides her back to her sopping entrance. "Feel how soft you are? You're velvet, nice and warm too."

Her movements feel clumsy, untrained, but she tries, pushing her thumb into circles as she pants, eyes stinging.

"I'll tell you what I think about," Bucky murmurs. He sounds serious, and Wanda tries to pay attention, smoothing her movements, her head leaning against his collar.

"I started smoking weed when I came back. It's no secret," he starts, hands placed on her shoulders and upper arms. "And this girl, she lives on the floor above me, asks if she can smoke with me, out of the blue. I always thought she was pretty. She just has this face. Sweet voice, calm demeanor. And the world has never really been her friend, but she's still just as sweet." One of his hands moves down below her arm, tracing the swell of her breast. "I think about her a bunch of different things. Her lips, her thighs. I think about burying my face between them, hearing what she sounds like when she comes."

Wanda is so close her entire body shudders. Her fingers are shaking, eyes blinking as her abdomen coils.

"Do you sound as good as you look?" he whispers, nose pressing into her neck. "Wanna show me, darling?"

Her eyes slam shut and she lets out a ragged breath. Her moans sound like sobs, walls contracting as she cums. Arms holding her, Bucky crushes her to him, hard cock pressing into her back.

"Shit," he whispers. Wanda's head tips back against his collar bone, greedily sucking in air. "So good, sweetheart, you did so good."

He thinks about her when he touches himself?

When did that start?

A laugh escapes through her lips as she stretches, cracking her knuckles.

Bucky's hand rubs up her arm slowly, thumb kneading the flesh. "How was that?"

Wanda sits up, a smile plastered on her face and turns to respond, but he's so close, his face inches from hers. So close she can count the specks of gold in his eyes.

Bucky smiles, a hand raising and gently cupping the side of her face, eyes dropping to her lips. He's nervous, his fingers flexing.

Wanda swallows hard, blinking rapidly.

"Go on," Wanda whispers, the post orgasm haze fueling her. "Do it."

He pulls her to him, and after all the things they had done that night, he kisses her.