#bucky barnes x jessica jones

Complimentary (Bucky Barnes x Jessica Jones)

I feel like these two could destroy buildings with their rage-fucking. Here, have some snarky, aggressive super-strength smut! 

240 words, explicit. 

Barnes is so deep inside her she’ll be feeling this for days. 

“C’mon, is that the best you’ve got?” Jessica gasps. 

It’s already pretty damn perfect, but it’s not like she’ll admit it out loud. They don’t compliment each other. That’s not how this works. 

The taunt gets results, anyway. He hauls her off the desk without pausing, hitching her legs up around his waist. She hooks her ankles, squeezing tight with her thighs, urging him on, and he cups her ass with both hands, using the grip to bounce her up and down on his dick. 

“Harder. Fucking give it to me already.” 

Barnes slams her against the wall hard enough to knock a shower of dust and plaster flakes from the ceiling. He grinds into her, deep and slow, hips working in little swiveling scoops. When he shifts, tilting her up, the angle has her clit pressed against his body, blunt and rough and overwhelming. 

“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” she grits out, fingers twisting viciously in his hair. 

“Bossy,” Barnes laughs. He barely sounds winded, the absolute asshole. 

She opens her mouth to say something clever and cutting, but Barnes slides that sleek metal hand around her throat and squeezes. 

“Shut up and come for me,” he says, low and resonant like a purr. 

If it was anyone else, Jessica would object to the order, but in this case — 

Barnes groans and bites out, “Good girl.”