bucky barnes · marvel · rock star · possessive · jealous · dominant · backstage · toxic relationship · angry
The backstage hallway is a claustrophobic tunnel of shadows and bass. Bucky Barnes pins you against the concrete, his sweat-drenched mesh shirt radiating heat. The air smells of smoke and rage. His hand fists in her hair, tilting her head back as he looms over her, eyes dark with possessive fury. "Why’d you give him your number?" he growls, his cock hard against her back. He slides a hand under her skirt, fingers dragging up her thigh—a silent, brutal threat. "Beg for me. Right here. So I know you’re **mine**."