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Kinkmas Day 2: I Hate (Love) That You’re Leaving | 1940s!Bucky Barnes x Male!Reader

Interested in the other days in the 12 Days of Kinkmas? Check out the entire masterlist here!

A/n: I don’t think the gif is from the Captain America trilogy, but I think it works? Not proofread, and sorry that I'm posting this late in the day, hope y'all enjoy it! as usual, i continue to suck at writing smut...

Kinks: Hate/Rough Sex, Edging, Biting

Requested?: Yes! By @buckletsfuck

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'I'm leaving for the war, doll. I came by to give a proper good-bye.'

The words went in one ear and never came out the other, and hearing them on repeat was disheartening. It felt as if every word was a bloated cactus circling your heart, full of a bittersweet decision that slowly punctured your heart until its love downright spilled out.

Throughout the entire you've known him, Bucky never said a word about the military. Sure, you two had talked about the possibility of being drafted for the ongoing war, but he had never expressed his willingness to go off and fight on his own. Now, he stood in front of you sporting a crisp, clean uniform as he delivered the horrific news.

But--fuck, he still managed to make an outfit with a negative connotation hot, even in the worst of times. Though, it was like that each time before.

From the day you met Bucky, he had always been overly friendly. That was the best word to describe it--your relationship; friendly. It was never anything official, and the only thing the public eye could ever observe was two really close friends. But, behind closed doors, some barriers that 'friends' were supposed to have were non-existent for the two of you.

Let's just say that; if a counter for how many times the two of you have seen the other naked existed, it would have broken a long time ago. Whereas that counter would have never reached beyond one or two in the event that the two friends accidentally saw the others' privates.

As enjoyable as the near-nightly activities you participated in with your 'friend' was, day-to-day life with Bucky was pretty fun, too, even if you had to keep your hands off each other during your outings.

You wished you could go back to those days, even the ones where you two didn't exactly fit into the groove.

With your mind being grounded back in reality, words flew out of your mouth in a moment of irrationality, "That's fucking ridiculous, Buck. You can't just come here in a grandstand and tell me that you're going to belly up out on the field!"

He crossed his arms, making small gestures as he defended his previous choices, "I'm not going to get smoked, doll. Besides, I can still support you overseas."

"You can't send me greenbacks when you're dead," The words slurred towards the end as you concealed your face in your hands.

Bucky could have cried at the sight of you; running wild with emotions of distress and panic that were so strong he could have sworn he felt it from where he was standing, "(Y/n), I'm not going to--"

You rose from your bed, not noticing how it filled itself out from the indent you left behind. Approaching Bucky, you couldn't help but send him stumbling back with a light shove, "You know what? Fuck you, James. Fuck you for not telling me until now: the day you're fucking leaving."

Your knockbacks did little to help distance him from you, as he only stepped closer in a palliative manner, "Doll, I'm--"

You shoved him again, this time against the wall, your fists balled around the collar of his uniform as you gave him a look of disbelief, "You're what? Sorry? Staying? We know it's not either of those, James."

"I can't back out from it now. What can I do to make this better? If--when I come home, I want us to be okay."

One of your hands let go of his uniform's collar and snaked down to his blanketed cock, gripping it with this force to visibly make his face writhe with discomfort, "You came here for a good-bye, right? Then, fuck me like you mean it, and maybe I'll still be here if you make it back."

Bucky opted to take the chance, guiding you backward until your bed hit the back of your legs. Clothes went flying--mostly from your body--as it alternated from the rough collision of lips to hands flying around each other. As you undressed his bottom half, he took the opportunity to bite at your exposed neck, leaving a few red marks that would serve as a bruised reminder of this night.

Eventually, Bucky pushed you onto the bed, telling you to rest on your hands and knees. He had his cock in hand, standing at full mast while angry and red.

The only lube he used was his own spit, hocking a few splats of saliva into his hand before rubbing it along the length of his shaft. He pulled your ass apart with the palms of his hands to reveal your hole and buried himself all the way in you with a powerful thrust.

His hands took their usual place on your hips as he undulated himself roughly into you. His quick, all-in-one thrust quickly devolved into an unrelenting frenzy of back and forth hip swings that drove him deep inside you.

Hell, Bucky hadn't even bothered to pull himself out, instead choosing to jackhammer his cock into with short but ultimately fast thrusts. The moans elicited from the both of you were flying as fast as your hands had been.

"Fuck, yeah. You're acting like such a slut. Are you going to be on active duty like me, doll? Whoring yourself out because you'll miss me?"

His words sparked the bottomless pit forming in your gut, and you were ready to reach your peak. In response to the sensation, you moved your hand to your cock. But Bucky slapped your hand away.

"Not yet, doll. You said to fuck you like I mean it, and I'm not missing out on that." He wrapped his fingers around your length, jerking it at a much slower pace than that of his swinging hips.

His hips smacked against your ass, the reverberating sounds of his skin bouncing off of yours with each quick-paced thrust complimented your hateful words, "Yeah, fuck you for going to war. Fuck you for leaving with Steve to another country. Fuck you for throwing your life in the trash."

There was pain attacking you from both ways, spurring from the size of Bucky's cock demolishing your ass like the countless times before and the thoughts piercing through your heart. Slowly, it drained the build-up of soft tears from your eyes.

Bucky stood towering over you, the non-existent pain still absent from his demeanor as he forced his dick in and out with each increasingly sloppy thrust. The hand that slowly jerked your length started quickening its pace to match Bucky's oncoming arrival.

Coming down from your high, you planted yourself on your own two feet, moving towards Bucky, who was quick to start pulling on the bottoms of his uniform. conformity with him reaching his peak. After a few tugs at your cock as he pulled out, your own release splattered across the bed.

Coming down from you high, you planted yourself on your own two feet, moving towards Bucky, who was quick to start pulling on the bottoms of his uniform.

"I'm going to miss you, Buck. And I didn't mean anything I said."

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