awesomely curious

The knock came just as you were climbing out of the shower. Water still clung to your skin in beads, dripping from your body to the bath mat below. Steam curled in the air, fogging the mirror and softening the edges of the world around you.

But the sound cut through your peace like a knife. Three steady raps against your apartment door.

You froze, your heart skipping a beat. Now? Of all times? It was nearly ten. It was too late for deliveries, and too early for drunks to mistake your door for someone else’s.

Wrapped in only a towel, your hair was still plastered to your neck, you felt exposed. You felt vulnerable in a way you hadn’t felt all day, knocking on doors for your father’s campaign or fielding smug questions from reporters at press events. You didn’t get visitors these days. Your parents always called first, usually your mother on speaker with your father yelling instructions in the background. And lately? You hadn’t had the time or energy to nurture your friendships. You spend many late nights at the campaign office, and lost weekends to voter outreach and spreadsheets. You barely had time to sleep, much less entertain.

So who the hell was at your door now? You scrambled to pull on leggings and an oversized hoodie, and crept barefoot down the hallway. The city buzzed outside your window, with muffled traffic and the distant blare of sirens. But somehow that knock didn’t feel like it was part of the city.

It felt personal. You looked through the peephole to see who it was.

Bucky Barnes.

Your stomach dropped.

He stood there like he belonged. Calm with his hands at his sides, dressed in black like he’d crept from the shadows. His presence filled the hallway, like he was capable of breaking down the door but polite enough to wait for you to open it first.

You'd always found him attractive in an intimidating way. Not just his looks, though there was no denying those. He had that sharp, old-world kind of beauty that didn’t soften with time, only settled into something more dangerous. But it wasn’t just that. It was the stillness in him. The way he held his ground like the building could collapse and he wouldn’t move. Like he was the storm everyone else braced for.

You knew more about him than most. Being your father’s daughter came with certain privileges, and burdens. One of those was access. You hadn’t gone digging exactly... but you hadn’t looked away either when certain classified files crossed your screen during the last campaign. You’d come across intel from his time as the Winter Soldier, back when Hydra had their claws in him. Back then he'd been a ghost in black leather and bloodstained gloves. There were assassinations, covert hits, and acts of terror carried out with speed and precision, and no conscience behind the trigger.

They said he’d been programmed. And maybe that was true.

The only mission he ever failed was Project Insight. A mission compromised by one man: Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America. His former best friend, the man who refused to fight him and nearly died for it.

Most people were willing to forgive Bucky Barnes who called his past something he couldn’t control. His story was an American tragedy they said.

But you weren’t so sure. Not when you saw the way he moved through a room, and how he looked at people. You wondered more than once if that part of him, remorseless and lethal, was really gone. Or if it just lived beneath the surface, under layers of discipline and polite smiles.

Now he was outside your apartment door. Waiting for you.

You unlocked your door anyway. Stupid, but you did. 

“Mr. Barnes,” you said softly. You opened your door just a crack, keeping the chain still latched. “It’s late.”

"I know," he said, his voice almost quiet enough to pass for gentle. “I wouldn’t have come if it wasn’t important.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your heartbeat ticking a little faster. “Is it about Monday’s event we invited you to?”

“No,” he said simply. “It’s about your father’s campaign.”

Your grip tightened on the edge of the door. “What about it?”

“He shouldn’t be running,” Bucky said with no build-up.

You weren't sure you heard him right. “I’m sorry, what?”

Bucky took a small step forward, and instinctively, you stepped half a foot back. “Martin Keane shouldn’t be in that seat again. He knows it, and I know it.”

“My father served our district for twenty years,” you replied, your voice sharpening. “He stepped aside so you could run, supported you when he didn’t have to—"

“He stepped aside because I gave him no choice,” Bucky cut in.

All you could do was stare at him. “What are you talking about?”

“I gave him a way out with dignity,” he said. “He took it, and he endorsed me. He smiled for the cameras. But he never should’ve been in office as long as he was. And he sure as hell shouldn’t be trying to go back now."

“And you waited until now to tell me this?” you asked, incredulous. “You resigned. You rejoined the Avengers, or the New Avengers. And now you show up at my door in the middle of the night to—what? Scare me into talking him out of running?”

“No,” Bucky said. “I came because if I went to him, it would’ve gotten messy.”

Your heart dropped. What was going on here?

“I thought maybe you’d listen,” he said calmly.

“I don’t have that kind of influence over him,” you lied. 

And he didn’t believe that for a second. “You’re his daughter. His moral compass. He's actually said that to me.

You shook your head. “And what exactly do you expect me to say?”

“I expect you to understand that this,” he motioned vaguely to the campaign posters you had pinned on the wall behind you, “is a bad idea.” Then his gaze, those beautiful steely-blue eyes, locked on you.

“I’m giving you a choice,” he said. “You can convince him to drop out before I leak what I have on him. Or…” He stepped just slightly closer, enough that you could feel the gravity of him. “You and I make a deal that keeps me quiet.”

You froze. “What kind of deal?”

But his silence said everything. He wasn't looking for a favor. He meant you.

You stared at him, anger rising to meet fear. “You’re blackmailing my father?”

“I’m offering you a way to protect him. That’s not blackmail. That’s mercy.”

You slammed the door in his face, or tried to. But his metal hand caught it mid-swing, easily breaking the chain. The movement wasn’t forceful, but firm.

The door slowly pushed back open, and before you could step away, Bucky was already crossing the threshold, towering over you. He backed you into your apartment like he’d done it a dozen times before.

You stumbled a few steps back, your mind scrambling. “I need you to leave,” you said sharply, trying to reclaim the space he was silently taking from you.

Bucky ignored you, closing the door and turning the lock. Then he turned to face you.

“You’ve always wondered, haven’t you?” he asked, keeping his voice low. “Why your father stepped down without a fight. Why he just walked away from a seat he held for two decades. He told the press it was time. What did he tell you?”

Your mouth went dry. You’d asked yourself those exact questions months ago. Thinking back to that time sixteen months ago when your father was running for re-election. There had been an odd silence between your parents during that. Your father’s hands shook the night before the announcement. But when you’d asked him about it, he only smiled and changed the subject.

Bucky took another step toward you. You backed into your kitchen counter.

“I found records,” he continued, his tone factual now, like he was just relaying a report. “Shell companies. Donations funneled through fake veterans’ charities. Land deals that never materialized but still moved money. Quiet bribes disguised as community development grants. I don't think he thought anyone would find that paper trail.”

Your stomach dropped.

“No,” you whispered, shaking your head. “He would never—"

“He did,” Bucky cut in gently. “I didn’t need to look hard. Just deep enough. I told him face to face what I found. And I gave him the choice: step down and support me publicly, or watch everything burn. He made the smart choice. But I've got to admit, I was surprised how quickly he jumped back in once I resigned from the seat. I didn't think he'd be dumb enough to walk back into the fire.”

You were frozen in place. None of it felt real. Your father wasn't capable of all of that, was he?

Bucky Barnes towered over you in your apartment, his gaze on you.

“Why are you telling me this?” you managed to ask.

“I'm not going to hurt you,” he said simply.

Your hands trembled at your sides. “You’re insane.”

“No,” he said, stepping closer again, and this time his voice was almost tender. “I’m focused. And I’m done pretending this is just about him."

Your heart raced in your chest. The way he looked at you, like you were the only thing left that mattered to him? You'd seen that expression before on his face. But you'd never stopped and paid attention. You hadn't recognized that the shadows behind his eyes were obsession with deep roots.

“You said we could make a deal,” you said quietly. “What do you want?”

He looked at you for a long moment. “You.”

“Why me?” You didn’t mean it to sound small, but it did. 

Your back was pressed into the kitchen counter, cold laminate biting into your spine. Panic surged in your chest. Without thinking, you moved, darting around him in a quick burst of motion, trying to put space between you. You slipped into the open space of your living room, your heart pounding so loudly he could probably hear it. 

But Bucky didn’t follow right away. His expression never changed. He didn’t seem worried at all that you could escape him. He turned slowly, deliberate in a way that made your skin tingle.

“You don’t need to run,” he said calmly, as if your flight had been some kind of misunderstanding. “I’m not here to hurt you. I just wanted to offer you a choice.”

You stood there in the living room, still damp from your shower. Every instinct screamed at you to call someone, to do something. But your phone was in the kitchen, and he was now between you and it.

“You want to protect your father,” he said, taking a slow step forward. “I understand that. That’s what I’m doing too, in my own way."

Lifting his hand, he carefully traced a finger over the apple of your cheek. "You know, you remind me of a time when I was younger and happier, when the world still had possibilities.” He moved closer. Your heart hammered like it would beat its way out of your chest. “It was before the war, and before I became something else. And maybe that’s not fair to you. But I can’t change it.”

You swallowed hard.

“I tried to stay away,” Bucky continued. “I really tried to keep it professional with you. But every fucking time I saw you, all I could think about was how beautiful you were. How I'd always wanted a dame like you to be all mine. I'd think how badly I wanted to protect you. To keep you.”

“You don’t know me,” you said quietly. Your entire being was trembling now, and surely he noticed that.

“I know enough.” No, his expression darkened just a shade. “I know the world doesn’t deserve you. I know you try so hard to find the right guy,” he said softly. “And every one you choose treats you like shit. They don’t see you. Not the way I do.”

He leaned closer.

“That guy from the fundraiser... Elliot. Yeah, he talked about himself all night, never even asked what you about your goals or dreams. Then ghosted you the second he realized you weren’t going to sleep with him.”

Your stomach knotted. How could he possibly know that?

“And the one before that was Ryan. You smiled through the whole dinner while he checked his phone under the table. You didn’t even eat half your pasta. And he didn’t notice.”

He paused, watching your face. “I notice. I pay attention. I remember what color your dress was that night. Navy, with the little buttons down the front. You looked so beautiful.”

A pulse pounded in your ears. You didn’t remember telling him about those dates. You hadn’t told anyone, including your mother. You'd been too busy.

“You shouldn’t know that,” you whispered.

“I know everything I need to,” he said simply. “I’m not like them. And I’m going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

“And if I say no?” you asked. You had to try, right?

His voice was calm and even. “Then your father’s going to lose everything.”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes. Your gaze shifted to your front door. Could you make it around him? Or to your kitchen, where your phone was. Could you reach it?

"Don't try it." Bucky's steady voice brought your attention back to him. "I used to chase people across the world. I was good at it. No one ever escaped me."

Your heart sank at the truth in those words. You knew he was right. If you ran, he'd catch you, and he'd ruin your father anyway. 

You backed up, until your back hit the wall. Bucky moved closer now, but he didn't touch you.

You were fighting back tears. You couldn't pull the trigger on your father. He'd been so lost after he'd given up his seat in Congress, and you and your mother had been at a loss to help him because you didn't know the story behind it. Bucky's story filled in the gaps. The only think you knew was that your father wouldn't have given up his seat for an idle threat. 

What could you do? Allow this man to destroy your father politically and personally? 

You could give him what he wanted. It wouldn't be the first time you'd had a one-night stand with someone you barely knew. While he terrified you on a couple of levels, Bucky was insanely gorgeous. 

He's also insanely strong. If this goes in a bad direction, you can't get away from him. You can't fight him off.

You dropped your gaze, nodded your acquiescence. 

His cold metal fingers tipped your chin up, making you meet his gaze. "What was that?"

"Yes," you whispered. "But how... how do I know you won't just take what you want and ruin him anyway?"

He brushed his full lips over your forehead so carefully. "You're my girl now." Leaning down, his lips brushed over yours, just a whisper of a kiss. The light scratch from his beard left your skin tingling. "I won't do anything to hurt you or your parents as long as you're mine."

Was he playing with you? Swallowing hard, you nodded to accept that answer, even though doubt gnawed at your gut.

Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him. Your hands automatically rose to his chest, your palms meeting firm muscle there. Lowering his head, his mouth claimed yours in a kiss that was so careful, soft. Despite the situation, you shivered in his hold in the quiet of your living room.

"See?" Bucky whispered against your lips. "Isn't that nice?"

Okay, you were doing this to save your father. You weren't going to make him feel good about it. So you didn't react. His chuckle was a deep sound that you felt under your palms. Moving faster than you could think, he dropped a broad shoulder, his right shoulder, and tossed you over it like you weighed nothing at all. Your apartment went by in a blur as he marched straight for your bedroom. You didn't want to know how he knew the layout of your apartment. You just wanted to get through this night.

You didn't expect the careful way he lowered you onto your own bed. The tiny lamp on your bedside table didn't offer more than a dim light, but it was enough to illuminate Bucky. It reflected in the deep pools of his eyes, just enough for you to see the hunger there. He focused on you like an apex predator. All you could do was watch as he shed the heavy leather jacket he wore, draping it over the end of your bed. The light reflected over the elegance of his black metal arm. You'd never gotten a look at it before, noticing the elegant gold accents from fingers to shoulder. 

Taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to you, he smiled. "You want a closer look?"

Bucky caught you staring. You closed your eyes. "No, I just want to get this over with," you said, thinking it sounded less pathetic in your head.

His flesh hand smoothed over your face. "Look at me," he whispered.

It was a small, stupid rebellion, but fuck it. You weren't going to make this easy for him.

"Look at me." The tone in his voice had your eyes wide open. Bucky's heated gaze made you catch your breath. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

With swift moves, he grabbed the hem of your hoodie and whisked it off you. Your arms immediately crossed over your chest, trying to protect yourself from his hungry gaze. It didn't deter him long. He simply grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of your head, his gaze roaming over your face and breasts at his leisure. 

"You're so beautiful," he whispered with sincerity. 

When he stole a kiss from your lips this time, he wasn't as gentle. His kiss had an edge of greed to it. When he deepened the kiss, his tongue slid against yours for a deeper taste. You felt his low moan all through your body. You sucked in air when he broke the kiss just long enough to pull the skin-tight black T-shirt he wore off, dazzling you with a surreal display of muscles and scars. Your hands were freed, and despite yourself, one hand rose to trace the seam of his metal arm and the small amount of scar tissue that surrounded it. 

While you were distracted with that, his lips sought out your neck, chaining heated kisses over the tender flesh there. You fully intended to be quiet and passive. Why should you give him any reactions when you didn't want to agree to this? But damn, he made it so hard. His lips danced over your skin, making your shiver. The softness of his beard lightly scraped over your skin, making you more sensitive to his touch. 

"You like this?" Bucky asked softly, lowering himself onto his elbows above you. "Am I treating you right, doll?"

He was so close now, intimate. It was easy for him to recapture your hands, lacing his fingers with yours now. He continued his campaign down your neck, teasing your skin with soft nips, slow caresses of his tongue. His weight dropped onto your lower body. Bucky was heavy, and he started grinding the heated bulge at the front of his jeans into you, letting you feel his need for you. 

Your body was responding despite itself. You gasped when his lips wrapped around one of your nipples, and his moan around it had the peak tightening for him. You almost couldn't take the way he gazed up at you through lashes a man shouldn't have. The desire in that determined gaze had your lower body clenching in need, had you twisting restlessly beneath him, your hands struggling in his grip. His hands held yours tighter as his tongue lashed your nipple in slow, sensual swipes. No, Bucky wasn't in any hurry at all, not taking you fast and rough. He was taking his time, exploring you. When his mouth moved to your other breast, he continued that sweet torment, making you fight to stay still, struggle to keep quiet. 

You were commando under your leggings, and you were horrified to realize that you were rubbing your thighs together, seeking friction as he sensually took you apart. It wasn't that you'd had a lot of sex in your life, or even that many partners. You really hadn't. But it wasn't until then, when you found yourself trapped under two hundred pounds of muscular supersoldier, that you realized you'd never experienced the raw need he was drowning you in before. Your back arched up, begging for more attention from his mouth. Your thighs were clenching, your pussy was weeping. If his cock was as magnificent as the rest of him, you weren't sure you'd survive it. 

And you'd never admit it, but you wanted to try.

He moved back up, kissing you breathless while he held you still beneath him. He pressed one of his thighs between yours, and a moan escaped your lips as he did. The man's thighs were magnificent, and you'd thought about riding them before. Honestly you'd imagined that scenario many nights when your mind wandered to places it shouldn't have. Shamelessly, your thighs clamped around his, and you were grinding against him, needing the friction, the relief from his assault on your senses. 

"That's it." You felt his smile against your skin in the hollow below your ear. "That feel better?"

More kisses until you felt dizzy, until you didn't care that you were trying to rub yourself against his thigh in real need. 

"When's the last time someone made you come?" Bucky's breath was warm in your ear. "When's the last time you didn't have to finish by yourself?"

His words pulled you out of the sensual lull. What did he mean, when was the last time you'd come? Finish by yourself? How did he know that?

"You couldn't have enjoyed Ryan very much," he said, layering kisses across your skin. His flesh hand released yours, moving carefully down your body. "He had no fucking clue about foreplay. Did you even have time to get wet for him?"

When his fingers slid into your leggings, you jerked in his hold. Your thighs were already parted around his, so it was nothing for him to slide his fingers into your wet folds. And yeah, you were soaked. It was all you could do to suppress the needy moans his touch was pulling from you. 

Bucky hummed as he traced a finger around your clit, sliding easily on all the wetness he found there. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath. "You haven't had anyone take care of you, have you? Your pussy's crying for me."

You just stared as he pulled his hand out of your leggings, bringing his fingers up to suck them into his mouth. "You taste like heaven. Want to try?"

For a moment, you thought he'd put his fingers in your mouth, but he kissed you instead, feeding you a taste of yourself on his tongue. His hand dove back into your leggings, his finger delicately stroking your clit as he kissed you long and deep. You writhed beneath him, unable to get away from his relentless touch and struggling as you felt crazy pulses of lust racing through your veins. Bucky didn't let you move much, trapped under his weight as he took you apart with his fingers. 

"You like that?" he asked, dropping kisses over your face, your breasts. 

When his mouth captured your nipple and he started rubbing your clit faster, and release ran you over. You cried out, struggling in his grip. You were pushing your pussy into his hand, wanting more, panting for him. 

Above you, Bucky just watched you lost to pleasure, looking like a man dying of thirst in the desert who'd just found an oasis. His touch gentled, and he eased you down. Again, he brought his fingers up to his lips, sucking your essence off them, looking delighted. 

He moved carefully then, lifting from you to grab your leggings. Carefully, he peeled them down your legs, pulled them carefully from your ankles. When you saw the obvious wet spot at the crotch, you felt the heat of shame rush through you. When he pressed them into his face, breathing you in, you wanted the bed to open up and suck you in, Nightmare on Elm Street style.

When Bucky opened his eyes, his gaze was riveted to you. As he set your leggings aside, one of his hands moved over the bulge at the front of his jeans. You twisted your hips under him, presenting him with your hip. Your movement caught his eye, and his hands gripped your hips, the cold of the metal one making you shiver. He pulled you flat beneath him. His flesh hand smoothed down your hip, petting your pussy. You could see the slick of your excitement dotting the strands of your landing strip. With his thumb, he stroked you there slowly, savoring how you felt. 

"Ever had a man make you come using his fingers before, babydoll? Or was that a first?" He watched your face closely, trying to read you. Either he was good at reading expressions, or it was a lucky guess. "No?" He shook his head, scrubbing one hand through the rich, dark locks of his hair. "I know none of them made you come high diving." His fingers continued to stroke you, carefully.

"Going down on a woman is a lost art." Bucky carefully moved down your body, hands hot and cold pressing your thighs open as he did.

Now, you were trying to sit up, trying to pull away from his grip. "Please, don't," you begged. "Not... that."

Blowing out an exhale, his gaze was back on your face. "Why?"

You sensed he was genuinely curious. You just didn't know how to respond to that. You weren't sure if it was because the few times a guy had tried to do that for you they didn't know what they were doing? Or maybe it just wasn't your thing. Either way, it made you uncomfortable, and you typically had no trouble getting the guy you were with to skip over that part of foreplay.

That wasn't going to be the case here. Grabbing your leggings, Bucky crawled back over your body, forcing you on your back as he hovered over you. With the efficiency of a SWAT team, he grabbed your wrists, tying them to the brass bars of your headboard using your leggings. The makeshift restraint was tight with just a shade of pain, and no give. 

With your hands out of play, your anxiety rose. You were trembling, now powerless against him. Not that you stood a chance to begin with. 

"Shhh," he soothed, getting on eye level with you. "I'm not going to hurt you, remember? You're my girl. I'd never hurt you."

His blue-eyed gaze was smoldering as he dropped a warm kiss on your breast, your ribs, moving down your body. He dropped another on your tummy as his hands pressed your thighs apart. Your thighs quivered in his hold as he spread them wide, making room for his upper body between them. 

"Just relax," he whispered. "I'm good at this. I promise."

You couldn't look. Your eyes squeezed shut, hoping he'd do what he was going to do fast. You were shaking, trying to pull your wrists off the bars, but to no avail. You almost jumped on the bed when you felt his lips press a kiss high on your inner thigh.

"Shhh," he soothed.

More kisses, light and warm, over the tender flesh of your inner thighs. He moved slowly, closing in on the center of you each time. You tried in vain to pull your thighs together, but that was no use. When you felt his hot breath pelting over your private flesh, you sucked in a breath, trying to brace yourself for the shame and humiliation.

His mouth closed over you then, an open-mouth kiss over the top of your mound. He lingered there for a minute, hoping it would ease your anxiety. But slowly, you felt the slide of his tongue in between your lower lips. Gentle movements, that ended each time with his tongue teasing your clit. When he moaned into the core of you, you shivered. When the tip of his tongue focused on your clit, teasing it with delicate pressure and fluttering movements, you started struggling again.

But now, it was because the sensations were too much. Bucky kept teasing you with light, obscene motions of his tongue until you wanted to crawl out of your skin. Now a chorus of sounds were pulled from you as his mouth began to explore you fully. His tongue traced your opening before moving back up to tease your clit. You were writhing, circling your pussy against his face to get more.

You needed more. 

When he slid a rough finger into you, you opened your eyes, needing to see this. And the sight almost made you come right there. You'd never get the image of Bucky's face buried between your thighs out of your head. The way his dark gaze took in your reactions, the way the dark locks of his hair brushed your thighs as he loved you with his mouth. His finger teased you, sliding in and out, as his tongue stroked your clit. He didn't give you enough pressure to bring you off, just enough to keep you dancing on his tongue. The second finger slid into you, and when he started curling them against your front wall, you were a desperate thing struggling in your bonds, in his grip. He brushed something inside you that made you tremble. When he did it again, with his tongue working your bundle of nerves, you screamed as the orgasm shook you like a rag doll. You cried out, begged him, though you weren't sure what you were even begging for. 

You ended up panting under him like you'd run a mile, currents of pleasure running through your body like you'd been struck by lightning. He looked proud, reaching up to free your hands from your leggings, taking your wrists in his flesh hand, he rubbed them carefully as bloodflow returned to them. As you watched, unable to move, he brought your inner wrists up to his lips, pressing a kiss to each one. 

"How are you feeling?" He leaned in to whisper against your lips. "Did I make you feel good?"

You couldn't talk to answer that question, struggling to get your breath back.

Since he still held one of your hands, he moved it down and pressed your palm to his cock with only his jeans as a barrier between them. You sucked in a breath at the size of him, how hard he was. The feel of him in your hand had the coil deep within you tightening again in interest. Your gaze moved over him. Physically he was beautiful, powerful. How would he feel inside you? Could he bring you off again? And if he did, would you remain conscious?

As you watched, he opened his jeans and stepped off the side of the bed to push them down his slim hips, over those thick thighs. Within seconds, he climbed back on the bed, slotting himself between your thighs as you lay there taking him in. His cock was gorgeous and thick. Taking himself in hand, angry red and ready, his gaze roamed over you. 

"Can I have you, babydoll?" His voice was so gentle. 

If you had the strength, you'd ask why he needed your permission now when he was blackmailing you, using your father as leverage just to have you tonight. Still, somehow, you sensed the answer to that question was important to him.

You nodded, blowing out an exhale. As much as you'd wanted to resist him, you honestly didn't think you could take it if he didn't finish you now. It was surrender in its purest form, and his gorgeous smile was pure triumph. 

When he lined himself up with your opening, you held still, just breathing. When he began pushing into you, your breath caught. Your slick walls strained to stretch around him as he filled you, moving in slow strokes and pushing in just a little further each time. Your knees rose to hover around his hips as he sank into you. Your hands clutched in your bedding, your breath sped up. It seemed to take forever, but he finally bottomed out inside you. Your walls quivered around him, and he held still for you, letting you adjust. 

Planting his elbows on either side your head, Bucky surrounded you. His hands smoothing over your face and hair as he enticed you with soft kisses. When he started moving in you, you wrapped yourself around him. Your heels dug into his lower back, hooked around his thighs. Your hands slid over his muscular back, his skin damp with sweat. He'd stuffed you full, to the point that your entire world narrowed down to his cock buried inside you, and all the dark pleasures he was unleashing on you. His muscles flexed under your hands as he loved you, his thrusts grew in speed and strength until you were fighting to breathe, moaning as he dropped some of his weight on you.

You would be ashamed later, but you wanted all of it. His heavy cock thrusting deep inside you while your pussy clenched around him in need so raw it hurt. Him pinning you between his body and the mattress, making you feel everything. The way he held your head in his hands, kissing you, stealing your breath.

"You feel so fucking good," he muttered against your jaw. "I knew you would... My perfect fucking... doll."

Orgasm was coming up on you fast, and your nails dug into his back, your thighs clamped around his hips as his thrusts came harder, faster. His flesh hand slid between your bodies, and you braced yourself, expecting him to go straight for your clit and finish you off. You didn't know how much longer you were going to hold out anyway with the edges of your vision starting to fade to black. But he flattened his hand over your tummy, his low moan a rumble you felt everywhere.

He was panting like you were, but he smiled as he kept his hand there. "I can feel me in there," he whispered, pushing as deep into you as he could go. "My cock filling you up... you being such a good girl for me."

You came, creaming all over his cock before his fingers could wander to your clit. Your cries were the high-notes in the chorus of rushing breath and pleasured sounds. When his fingers reached your clit, you were spent. Orgasm after orgasm had ripped you apart, left you boneless beneath him as he kept fucking you. 

The way his body tightened, the way his thrusts were punching the air from your lungs, you knew he was close. But he didn't relent. His finger kept teasing your clit, and fuck, the man knew what he was doing, until your body impossibly stirred again. Tears were sliding from the corners of your eyes now, weakly you were shaking your head.

"Please, just... come," you begged him. "I can't... Too much..."

"You can," he whispered, smoothing his hands over your face. "I know you can... You're my good girl... I know you don't want to disappoint me..."

His movements in you were just shy of painful now, his hands scrambling to grab your wrists, force them back down on the bed. For a few seconds, he was unhinged, fucking you hard, with abandon, until impossibly, you came again, and he followed you down. Bucky growled above you, pumping himself into you with his eyes closed, his lips parted. 

Once he was finished, he stayed on top of you, cradling you, the cadence of his breath matching yours. You were wrecked, lifeless. You didn't think you could have moved if the building was on fire. 

After a couple of minutes, he lifted from you, staring down at you like you were the most precious thing in his world. All you could think was, good. You made him happy. You'd survived it. Now that he got what he wanted, he'd disappear back into the shadows, and the random heroic deed reports on the news. You could get back to your father's campaign, and you were determined to help him get that seat back now.

​Still, two thoughts still lingered. Had your father really done those things Bucky accused him of? You didn't like it, but you'd go looking for that paper trail. You had to know. 

The other thought that unsettled you was the fact that Bucky could, at any time, demand things to keep him from spilling those secrets. Demand access to you.

And you were ashamed to be thinking it wasn't so bad, right? You'd never come with another person until tonight. Not once. Plus, the way he manhandled you, tied you up, held you down... You found some kinks tonight you weren't aware you had. 

Instead of stretching out next to you, Bucky sat at your feet, grabbing your thighs and pushing them towards your chest, opening them wide. His greedy gaze was on your swollen, abused pussy, and your shaking hands lifted to cover your face. You felt his come sliding from you, knew that's what he wanted to watch. 

When he carefully pulled your hands away from your face, he smiled at you. "Are you okay?" he asked, and he meant it.

You nodded, not sure you could talk, but you needed to. "So we have a... deal? You got what you wanted... My father can continue running in the... special election."

"Wanted?" Bucky smiled. "This isn't a one and done, sweetheart. You're my girl now. Do you get that?"

"What?" You might have sounded more forceful if he hadn't just fucked you six ways to Sunday. 

"As long as you're mine, and you keep me happy," he whispered. "Your father is safe from me."

Dipping his head, he kissed you softly. "He's not going to like it," he continued. "But he'll come around once he sees how good I'm treating you. How I make you happy."

Anger and fear at his words battled within you. The problem was you didn't have enough energy left to give either of them any power. You were barely pushing thoughts through the lust-filled haze he left you.

When he stretched out next to you, careful to put you on his right side, he pulled you against him until your head rested on his chest. "I was talking with a friend earlier tonight," he said, "about life being short and not waiting until it's too late to reach for the things we want. I ended up telling him about you." He chuckled. "He told me I should just go for it, and make it happen."

You were dozing, exhausted but safely tucked against him. You were aware he was talking, but you weren't taking in everything he was saying.

"Bob's a good guy" was the last thing you remembered him saying.

I get wet at the thought of you

It was a given that Bucky turned you on. The man was a gift from the heavens wrapped in a package of muscles, scars, and beauty. A sultry stare that left you weak in the knees, a strut most models would kill for, and a body that screamed he was a fighter and survivor, you were just a woman. What were you supposed to do? Act normal?

“Keep looking at me like that, sweetheart, and I’ll have to ruin you,” he once said. 

So, no, you couldn’t act normal since your husband ruined more panties than you thought possible. That was before he touched you. His fingers on both sets of hands made you see stars. His tongue brought you to a whole new galaxy. And his cock? You didn’t know there was a way to reach nirvana. You almost asked Thor if there was a sexy version of Valhalla since you swore your soul left your body the first time Bucky had his cock inside you.

“Yep,” you breathed against his lips. “You ruined me.”

And he did it again and again.

Being a responsible guy (so responsible)

But something you hadn’t expected was for Bucky being responsible to turn you on. He was reliable, making time for you and never once making you doubt if you were his top priority. He was dependable, his actions always backing up his words and making sure to fulfill his promises. And he was trustworthy, displaying transparency that past partners didn’t and being honest even when it was difficult.

“I’m not perfect,” he whispered. 

No one was perfect, but he was perfect to and for you.

Treating me like how you’re supposed to do

Bucky wasn’t just a good man, he was a good husband. He teased that he could be old-fashioned at times, holding doors open for you and pulling out your chair. You thought it was gentlemanly of him, and you appreciated that.

What you also appreciated was how he respected you. He took your opinions into consideration, along with your feelings. You were equals in your relationship, and that meant more than he’d ever know.

“You’re not just my wife, you’re my partner.”

He was your partner, too. 

Tears run down my thighs

You had orgasms before, but they were truly nothing compared to the ones he gave you. You came so hard around his cock once that you felt your release gush out of you like a geyser. Your hands went to your face in embarrassment once you came back to yourself, your thighs and the sheet beneath you soaked. He pulled your hands away to smother you in kisses and hold you, praising you for being so good for him and trusting him enough to take care of you.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered. 

He always would.

A little initiative can go a very long long way

Bucky wasn’t the type to sit around and wait for you to ask or tell him to do something. If the lawn needed mowing, he did it. If something was missing from the cupboard, he’d make sure to run to the store and replace it. He fixed things that were broken, or at least tried to the best of his ability.

“I’m the man of the house,” he once joked.

Yes, he certainly was.

Baby, just do the dishes. I’ll give you what you (what you), what you want

Bucky wasn’t of the belief that you should run the household by yourself. If that was what you really wanted, he’d respect your choice. But if you cooked, he’d do the dishes. If it was cold out, he’d take out the garbage so you could stay warm. Little things like that.

“Give and take, sweetheart.”

Oh, did it make you give. The last time he did the dishes, you got on your knees to reward him. His hair fell in his face when he looked down at you, but you could still see his blue eyes through the strands, reflecting how much he loved you.

You loved him, too.

A little communication, yes, that’s my ideal foreplay

Bucky’s past wasn’t easy. Far from it. You saw how haunted he looked on his bad days, and how his body looked too heavy to carry the weight of his past. He was honest when he needed a few minutes alone, which you respected and gave him without pushing for more. He spoke to you when he was ready, not hiding the gritty details, even the ones that could scare you. He admitted once that he didn’t feel like he deserved a happy life with you, which you argued he did.

“You help me believe I deserve good things,” he whispered.

He also let you in when he had nightmares, his eyes sometimes unseeing when he woke up, his body shaking and sweaty. Letting you in didn’t always mean telling you what happened. Sometimes it just meant holding his hand once he was ready, or asking him to point out things in the room so he’d remember where he was.

“You, sweetheart. You’re here.”

You’d always be there.

Assemble a chair from IKEA, I’m like (uhhh)

You almost took a seat right on the floor when he put together the new dining room table, his eyes narrowed in concentration, the veins in his hand popping out as he twisted the screwdriver. Why was it sexy? Why was watching him building something with his hands such a turn on? Hands that he said destroyed, when you only knew them to make you feel good, safe, and cherished?

“Maybe I’ll put together a crib one day,” he smirked.

He got you pregnant not long after that.

“Thank you,” he whispered to you and your stomach.

I get wet at the thought of youBeing a responsible guy (so responsible)Treating me like you’re supposed to doTears run down my thighs

If you thought Bucky was a good husband before, it was nothing compared to him finding out you were pregnant. The celebratory sex was amazing, of course, but it was the kisses to your stomach after that brought tears to your eyes. The whispered promises of how he’d take care of you both, read every book, go to every appointment, give you both the life you deserved.

You were thankful, too.

A little respect for women can get you very very far

Bucky wasn’t the type of man who’d let women be disrespected. He stepped in once at a bar when a guy got handsy with a girl who was clearly uncomfortable. He didn’t have to say much, but the threat was enough to scare the guy off. While the girl was thankful and maybe even a bit in love, he went right back to you and pulled you close. 

“Why are guys such assholes?” he teased, kissing your temple.

While he liked showing people you were his, he didn’t treat you like a possession. An arm around your waist and gentle kisses, but no red flags of raging jealousy or ownership. He was also the kind of man who believed women should have the right to choose what to do with their bodies, and you loved choosing to share your body with him.

“You’re beautiful,” he exhaled, nuzzling your neck.

So was he.

Remembering how to use your phone gets me oh so, oh so, oh so hot

Past boyfriends needed reminders to text you or let you know what was going on, but not Bucky. He messaged you unprompted, so you’d never have to worry about what he was doing or who he was with, even more once you were pregnant in case you wanted or needed anything. You had the password to his phone, which he offered without you asking, and he never left it facedown around you. If you wanted to look, you could.

“I trust you, and I want you to trust me.”

While Bucky preferred phone conversations versus texts, he still messaged you to say he was thinking of you, he loved you, and he was lucky to have you. You messaged him back with similar sentiments, but you also called since he loved hearing your voice.

“Love you, sweetheart,” he told you.

You’d always love Bucky Barnes.

Considering I have feelings I’m like, why are my clothes still on?

Not to brag, but you deserved some kind of award for not being naked around Bucky all the time. The last time you had an issue with your car, you practically stripped down in the garage while he was underneath taking a look. Once again, you were only a woman. 

“You’re too good to me,” he said once he finished, knowing you were ready for him.

The feeling was mutual. Some days he couldn’t keep his hands off you or his cock out of you. No one ever wanted or needed you the way he did. No one else ever would.

“Why do we get dressed some days?” he asked once.

You wondered the same thing.

Offering to do anything, I’m like (oh, my God)

You were cuddling in bed when Bucky, out of nowhere, asked if you ever wanted to roleplay. Your mouth fell open when he offered to fuck you in his motorcycle helmet or pretend to be a mechanic there to fix your pipes. The look in his eyes said he was dead serious. And your panties were once again ruined.

“I just want to please you,” he told you.

He did every single time.

I get wet at the thought of youBeing a responsible guy (so responsible)Treating me like you’re supposed to doTears run down my thighs

Yeah, you got wet at the thought of him, and he was a responsible guy who treated you like a queen. He ruined your underwear like it was a personal challenge. He helped out around the house like it was second nature, and danced with you in the kitchen to old music just because he wanted to. If you asked him to jump, he wouldn’t just ask how high. He’d offer you his hand so you could jump with him.

You were his everything, and you never had to doubt that.

And the thing about Bucky Barnes was that he didn’t just please you because he took care of you in bed or because he handled things around the house. He pleased you because he was a genuinely good guy who chose every day to love you and show you how much he loved you. He was the best husband and he was going to be the best father. You felt it in your heart. 

So, with his hand on your belly and your hand on top of his, you whispered into the darkness, “I love you, Bucky.”

“I love you, too. Both of you.”

He was forever yours, and you were forever his.

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It was a beautiful spring day outside with the sun shining with a cool breeze and Steve had decided to treat you to a picnic in your favorite park. 

You were dressed in a sundress and sandals while Steve was in a button-down shirt and khakis. His beard was shaved off and his hair was perfect and you wondered why he was dressed to impress when you were just going to the park. Steve had also made finger sandwiches and cut some fresh fruit for you to eat. Placing everything inside the basket, he grabbed a blanket, and you both headed for the car.

Ever the gentleman, Steve opened the car door for you and gently shut it when you were settled inside. The park you were heading to is where you both met for the first time years ago. You had been minding your business, reading a romance novel under a tree, when you caught Steve drawing under another tree.

You could see he was watching other people and sketching them in his book. He must have felt your eyes on him as he’d turned his head your way and made eye contact. You’d both smiled at one another and you’d taken it upon yourself to walk over to him to talk. He’d asked about your book while you’d asked to see what he was drawing. The rest, as they say, was history.

The drive was about fifteen minutes and during it, you casually talked. You noticed Steve was a little quieter than usual as he drove and only answered with short responses. Again, you blew it off as Steve being Steve.

When you finally arrived at the park, you took a breath in and spun in a circle. Steve chuckled as he watched you in all your glory.

Steve grabbed the picnic basket while you picked up the blanket out of the back seat. Together you walk to your favorite spot under the tree where you’d had your first conversation. 

Steve helped you lay the blanket on the ground, and you both sat on it, before he carefully, pulled everything out of the basket, placing it in front of you both. 

“Steve, this looks wonderful. I can’t wait to have a bite.” You said as you smiled at him.

He brushed his hair back with his hand and smiled back at you. “I hope you enjoy it. I prepared all your favorites.” 

You leaned in slowly and kissed his lips. “I know I’ll love it because you prepared it.”

Steve smirked at your comment and you both dug into the food. You made more casual talk while you ate – anything and everything, all at once. You laughed in between bites and occasionally one of you would touch the other gently.

You had to admit it was a perfect afternoon. Steve was holding your hand and lightly caressing it with his thumb. You looked over at him and could see he was looking off into the distance.

“Steve, what’s bothering you today? You seem kinda off. Is it anything I’ve done?” 

Steve’s blue eyes stared deep into your soul and he offered you another smile.

“You’ve done nothing wrong, sweetheart. In fact, you’ve done everything right. I’ve been thinking of all our firsts under this tree in the park. Our first time meeting, our first kiss, and our first ‘I love you’. They all mean the world to me, and you mean the world to me. So I only find it fitting that we take our next step here.”

Steve got up and knelt in front of you, and you gasped as he pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket.

“Sweetheart, I love you with every fiber of my being. I want to spend my life with you. I want to grow old with you, wrinkles and all. I want to watch our future children grow and have families of their own. To spend my every breath telling you how much I love you. Please do me the honor of marrying me.”

You saw the diamond ring sparkling in the sunshine and you threw yourself into his arms. You kissed him on his lips and then all over his face.

“Yes, yes! A million times, yes.” You said in between kisses.

You both started to chuckle as you noticed people stopping to look at you. You pulled apart for a minute as Steve took the ring out of the box and placed it on your finger. It fitted perfectly and you just stared at it before hugging him close again. 

“Thank you for making me the happiest man on the planet.”

“Thank you, Steve, for making me happy and always feeling loved. I can’t wait to plan a wedding with you.”

“Me too, sweetheart.” 

Steve kissed you again before you both settled back down on the blanket. You both started talking about the future and what it could look like as you sat under the tree that brought you together.

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You were currently panicking and searching the house for your suppressants. They had to be here somewhere. You had ripped your room apart looking for them and came up short. Next, you’d checked your bathroom, which was connected to your bedroom. “Be here, please be here.” You’d opened cabinets high and low, but they weren’t there. 

“Fuck!”

This was bad. Like really bad. You were an omega who was passing as a beta, but only with the help of your suppressants. You saw how omegas were treated and were expected to settle down with an alpha and have their children. You just weren’t ready for that life yet, especially as you were still single.

You had met your current roommates, Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes, from your work at the Avengers Tower as the newest member of their team over a year ago. That’s right, the Winter Soldier and Captain America were your best friends.

When you and the Avengers had beaten Thanos in the battle for the universe, many lives were changed for the better. 

Tony and Pepper had settled back down at a lake house with their daughter and Natasha had taken time off to be with her sister Yelena. Thor had gone off to explore the universe with the Guardians, while Clint had returned to a quieter life with his family, officially retiring. That left you, Bucky, and Steve still fighting the good fight along with newer members of the Avengers team. 

You’d recently decided to take off some vacation time in order to relax and rest at home, a home which you shared with Steve and Bucky, who had one last mission to do before they joined you at the house. That meant you had until tomorrow to find these suppressants. It was even more frustrating because you had only just refilled them and there was nowhere in the city where you could get emergency suppressants to help with your current situation. That situation being that your heat had started hours ago and your body was in pain – your stomach was cramping and you were sweating like crazy.

You continued to tear the house apart until finally, hours later, you gave up in tears, curled up on your queen-sized bed. You’d taken some of Bucky and Steve’s blankets, clothes, and pillows to form a nest and in your hand, you had a vibrator that you were using in hopes it could relieve your symptoms. However, no matter how good it felt, your body betrayed you. You still couldn’t cum. You knew that what it craved was to have Bucky and Steve inside your pussy, ruining you for all men. You hated to admit it, but you’ve had a crush on both super-soldiers since you first met them. 

Your hand slipped down your naked body and you started fingering yourself to the thoughts of them. Their muscles that looked as though chiseled from stone. Their scents of sandalwood and a hint of leather mixed with something that was distinctly masculine. 

After ten minutes of imagining what they could do to you while you touched yourself, you cried out in pain and frustration as nothing was working. You couldn’t cum. 

“Dammit,” you cried out.

Why is this happening to you? And what will you do when the guys come home tomorrow? 

Little did you know, but the guys were just arriving at the house. Their mission had been a success and they’d come home a day early. Unlocking the door, Steve was the first inside the home. Looking around he immediately spotted the mess and his guard went up. However, as soon as he stepped further inside, a sweet and comforting aroma filled the air. Both alphas froze in place as they inhaled the alluring scent. 

“Buck, we may have had an intruder. Eyes up.” Steve grabbed his shield off his back while Bucky unholstered his gun from his hip. 

The men started searching through the house and stepping over the debris that was all over the floors and counters. Who could have done this, they wondered? Were you home when this happened? The thought of you being hurt sent fear into both men. They cleared the downstairs area and started making their way upstairs to the bedrooms. 

The scent got stronger as they rose.

“Fuck, whoever that is smells amazing, Steve. I’ve got a hard on already,” Bucky exclaimed.

Steve nodded his head in agreement as his own cock was straining against his pants, eager to be let loose. 

Steve looked into his room first and noticed a mess of clothes on the floor and missing blankets. Bucky looked into his room next and noticed the same mess.

Shield and guns up, both men walked to where your room was and smelled the aroma of arousal from your room. 

Steve grabbed the doorknob and slowly pushed the door open. Both men walked into your room and found you naked and groaning in the middle of the nest. 

Bucky stepped forward, putting his gun away as he scented the air. It was filled with you. But how could that be? Weren't you a beta?

Steve’s eyes scanned the nest you’d made and found his blankets and clothes mixed with Bucky’s.

“Doll, what’s happening? It smells like you’re in heat.” Steve said as he watched your eyes open, and heard you groan.

However, you then made a low cry as the pain and burning sensation throughout your body got worse. Both alphas stood in your room, smelling delicious, while your body begged for their attention.

Bucky took a deep breath in and shuddered. “Sweetheart, it’s okay. Just tell us what happened.”

“I-I’m not a beta. Fuck! I’m an omega. Please, alphas, help me! I’ll explain later.” You cried out again and more slick started to coat your upper thighs.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other, nodding to the other in speechless communication, then started to undress. You watched with bated breath as they hastily took their clothes off. 

By the time they were naked, you were whining low in your throat, wanting, no needing, them to be inside you. You watched as they stepped into your nest, one on either side of you. Their firm bodies each lay beside you as you mewled out your need to them. 

“I need you to say you want this from us? We need your consent before we go further.” Steve said as he looked over your beautiful body. 

“Tell us what you want, sweetheart?” Bucky stated as his eyes wandered over yours.

Tears formed in your eyes as you looked between them both. “Please fuck me. I need your knots to make the pain go away. I need both of you.”

“Both of us? Isn’t that kinda greedy omega?” Bucky whispered teasingly in your ear. “Technically, you just need one knot.”

“Please… I want you both.” To show them you were serious, you reached up and grabbed both their hard cocks, and started pumping them up and down. Both men groaned out in pleasure. 

“Fuck sweetheart,” Steve grunted out as he thrust into the circle of your soft hand.

Bucky growled low in his throat and leaned over to start kissing your neck. Your breath hitched as he nibbled, his stubble lightly scratching against your skin. Steve kissed down your collarbone and ended up at your breasts. He gently suckled on your breast, causing you to moan out in pleasure. The three of you worked together, hands caressing as lips licked and sucked against skin. 

“Present omega.” Steve hummed against you and you didn’t need to be told twice. You let go of them, getting on your hands and knees and lifting your ass high in the air. You let out a whine when you saw Bucky kneel in front of you and felt Steve’s hands on your hips. This is what you’d wanted for the longest time. To be used by them, even if it was only to get you through your heat. 

Bucky’s thumb brushed against your lips as he smiled down at you. “Been wanting to do this for a while, sweetheart. If you only knew how bad Steve and I have wanted to ruin you. Now be a good omega for me and open your mouth.”

You did as he said and opened your mouth, your tongue poking out. You had pictured this in your dreams many times and now that it was happening all you could do was whimper. Your tongue licked around the tip of his hard, thick cock before you took him fully into your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks for him as he thrust into your mouth. In and out, Bucky groaned as both his hands anchored themselves in your hair. Your tongue swirled around his cock as you sucked on him.

While you were busy pleasuring Bucky, you felt Steve take it upon himself to rub his thick cock through your pussy, gathering up all your slick. The feeling made you shake with anticipation. You knew he was about to ruin you. Bucky slowed his pace as Steve’s cock slid into your pussy and you moaned around him as Steve set a firm, but slow, pace. 

Your fingers gripped the sheets beneath you as both men used you for their pleasure as well as your own. When Bucky thrust in, Steve pulled out. When Steve thrust hard into your cunt Bucky would pull out to the tip. In and out, firm and fast, your moans were both loud and muffled by Bucky’s cock. Your body was screaming more, but you could only take what they were giving you. 

Bucky thrust harder and his cock slid down your throat, causing you to choke. He did it a few times and you struggled to breathe. Tears filled your eyes and your hands gripped tightly to his thighs.

“Fuck, that’s it, Buck. Keep that up. Her cunt is squeezing me like a vice.” Steve growled out.

“Aww, does someone like choking on my cock?” Bucky mocked, as your fingers dug even further into him. 

Steve sped up his thrusts as his fingers made their way from your hip to your clit. He started to rub firm circles and you frantically began to thrust back onto his cock. On top of that, the more you moaned around Bucky, the closer he got to his release. He fucked your face with abandon as he chased his end and with only a few more thrusts, he came down your throat.

“Make sure you swallow every last drop,” Bucky told you as he pulled from your mouth. 

You did as he says and swallowed every delectable morsel. 

Steve took that as his cue and grabbed your hips tightly, fucking you hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled your room along with your moans and Steve’s groans.  Moments later, you were cumming for Steve and screaming his name. Your walls tightened around his cock and he growled out his release as he filled you up and held you in place with his knot. After a few more leisurely thrusts, Steve gently lowered you to the bed to rest while he stayed locked inside you. You lay on your side with him behind you, and Bucky settled down in front. “So, tell us sweetheart, why lie about your designation? Did you think we would treat you differently?” Bucky asked as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. 

You whined at his question, your inner omega unhappy that you’d lied to both alphas. “I didn’t know how you would feel having an omega around all the time,” you explained. “And I like my job, and I love being your best friend and I was afraid I was going to lose you both. I can imagine you’re both mad at me. I’ll understand if you want me to move out.”

Both men chuckled.

“Oh, sweetheart, you aren’t going anywhere,” Bucky growled out. 

“But I thought you would be…” 

“Like Bucky said, you aren’t going anywhere. You’re ours now. Ours to have, fuck every night and to eventually grow round with our children. We want to bond with you if you‘ll have us?”

Your omega heart was soaring at their words, begging to be claimed. “Yes, I want that.”

Bucky kissed your lips as Steve slowly pulled out of you. You whined as your body started to warm again, but knowing just what you needed, Bucky lifted your leg over his and pushed inside you. 

“Now be a good girl. ‘Cause while I fuck your pussy Steve is going to take your ass.” Bucky chuckled, listening to your cute noises. 

Later, after both Bucky and Steve had taken you several times, and in different positions, you’re fast asleep between them. They untangled themselves from your sprawled limbs and then playfully hit each other with pillows a few times before they headed to the kitchen to grab water and snacks for you and themselves. 

Then, they looked at one another, smiling darkly. They’d known for a long time that you were an omega and had wanted you for their own. They replaced your suppressants with placebos and then, before they left, threw the fake medicine out. Yes, they could have gone about this in a different manner, especially as they’d known you were attracted to them. But, they’d thought, why not start it sooner? Less time courting and more time breeding you for their pleasure.

By tomorrow, you’ll be mated and on your way to starting a family with them. Their pretty, docile omega.

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The alarm went off way too early for your liking and you instantly hit the snooze button on your phone. You roll over with a grumble and fall back asleep instantly. Ten minutes later your alarm goes off again and you curse at the loud alarm. You grabbed your phone, turned off the alarm, and placed your phone on the bed. Your eyes finally open and you’re hissing at the sunlight that is streaming through the curtains.

You let out a groan knowing your long day has just begun. You stay in bed for another ten minutes before you climb out and shuffle to the bathroom to get ready for your day. 

After showering and getting changed into comfy clothes you grab your laptop. Logging onto the college’s website you start working on your homework for the classes you have today. You would have done it sooner but you worked a late shift again last night. 

You wish you could complain but you really needed the money to keep a roof over your head.The apartment was quaint; one bedroom and one bathroom. It had a small kitchen that was open to the living room. It may not be much but it was yours to rent.

A part of you wished you could win the lottery to help get you caught up on bills. That way your money wasn’t going mostly towards rent. You sigh, thinking how long it’s been since you had a vacation. What you needed was a miracle but those don’t happen for you.

An hour passed and you had completed your school work. The next two hours pass and you get two online classes done. By the time you knew it it was noon and you had two hours to get to work. 

You changed from your comfy clothes to work ones. You grabbed something to eat for lunch so you had food in your stomach. Placing the plate in the sink you go put your shoes on. Grabbing your purse, phone, and keys you head out the door, locking it behind you, and head to work.

At the sidewalk sits your 2010 Toyota Corolla. It’s not much to look at but it gets you from point a to b. Unfortunately, the check engine light is on and you have no idea how much longer your car will last. Maybe one day you will get a better car. 

It’s a fifteen-minute drive to work and you huff getting out of the car. Your boss likes you at work an hour before your shift so he can go over the special guests who will be attending tonight. It’s an upscale restaurant that you work for but one you would never visit due to funds.

The group of staff members stand in the back as your manager speaks.

“Tonight is Friday night and we have a list of “A” list customers coming in. I need you all on your “A” game tonight. Remember our goal is to keep the customers happy.”

You fought the urge to roll your eyes with his last sentence. Your boss believed the customer came first and foremost. Which you believed in, because, depending on who they are some of these customers tip well.

He spoke a little more about business and an hour later he ended the meeting. You thank the heavens above that he was finished. Taking a breath you get ready for your shift. 

At first, it was the usual slow afternoon crowd. You enjoyed the slow time but were anxious for the real crowd to roll in. The crowd filters in around five in the afternoon and you were busy working tables. Taking orders and bringing food out was stressful at times but you smiled through it all. Thankfully nothing was dropped.

At seven in the evening, you were informed that James “Bucky” Barnes had requested to sit in your section with his friends. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. The man was the CEO of a company in the heart of New York. He was well-mannered, benevolent, charming, and easy on the eyes. To say he was your favorite was an understatement. 

Taking a deep breath in and out you head to a table in the back of the restaurant. Bucky likes his privacy, so this is where he would sit when he came here every week. 

Approaching the table you see Bucky and two other men. When Bucky’s eyes look up from the menu he offers his million-dollar smile. His blue eyes gaze into yours for a minute before he greets you.

Smiling at him first then the other two, you ask for their drinks for the night. They give you their alcoholic drink of choice and you are off to grab their drinks. After a few minutes you return to the table and give each man their drink. 

Bucky introduces you to his friends Steve and Sam. You shake their hands and smile at each one. 

Sam blurts out, “You were right Buck. She is beautiful.”

You look from Sam to Bucky and see Bucky blush. Was he talking about you to his friends? Why would he, you’re just a waitress. You were nothing special.

Bucky looks at Sam with a dirty look. “Shut up.”

Bucky glances back at you and apologizes for his friend's behavior. Changing the subject, he quickly orders his food followed by the two men. You smile at Bucky before you head to the back to put their order in. As you leave you hear the men mumbling to one another. Hopefully, whatever’s going on doesn’t involve you. The last thing you want to be is a butt of a joke to the one customer you enjoy. 

You continued to serve other customers in between grabbing Bucky’s table more drinks and eventually their food. The night seemed to be going well until your ex-fiance showed up with a couple of his friends. The greeter was leading them into your section as you cussed under your breath. The night just took a step in the wrong direction. You huffed a little before plastering a smile on your face and heading to your ex’s table.

“Good Evening gentleman my name is…”

John Walker interrupts you before you can say another word. “Yeah, darling, we know who you are. Why don’t you grab us some beers and be quick about it.”

“Sure thing,” you bite out.

You headed to the bar and grabbed the beer they liked. Taking your time you bring the beer to the table and place them on the table.

“Oh darling, why do you look so glum? Wait, don't answer that 'cause I don’t care.” John sneers. Making his friends laugh before you take his order.

As you turn to leave John grabs your arm. “Oh, don’t forget to keep the beers coming. Gotta work for that tip.”

At that moment Bucky turned his head to the right and saw John’s hand around your arm. Before he could get up to say anything, the man let you go and you quickly headed to the back/kitchen. You put in his order and then stepped into the hallway that led to the bathrooms to take a few breaths. You knew John was going to make your life hell and there was no doubt he would tip garbage. While you were trying to calm down Bucky stepped into the hallway with a sad smile.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay? It’s just I saw that man put his hand on you before you walked out of the dining area.”

Embarrassed, you covered your face briefly with your hands. “I can’t believe you saw that.”

Bucky gave you a small smile. “Hey, it’s okay. Do you know him or is he just a handsy customer that needs to be spoken to?”

You looked at Bucky and gave him an awkward smile. “He’s my ex-fiance, John Walker. He left me 6 months ago and ghosted me. He didn’t even give me a reason why he left. Gosh, I shouldn’t be sharing this with you, you're a regular customer here James.”

“Please call me Bucky. No need to be formal, sweetheart.”

“Bucky. Well, I should get back in there to do my job. Don’t need the manager mad at me for being back here.” You start to walk away and you look over your shoulder to see Bucky staring at you while smiling. 

You get back in the dining room area and see John flag you down. Again, you huff but head over to the table.

“Where the hell were you? I told you to keep the beer flowing. Now be an obedient waitress and go get us more!”

Everyone in the restaurant turned around to look at you and John. People were whispering amongst themselves as you headed to the bar to grab more drinks for the table. Tears started to form in your eyes at the embarrassment that John was causing. He was trying to cause a scene and so far he’s been successful at it. You took a deep breath and headed back to the table where you switched the empty cups for the new ones. Walking away before he could say a word you turned your attention to Bucky’s table. You see they are almost done eating and ask, “Do you gentlemen need any boxes to go?”

Bucky puts his fork down. “I’m good. Steve and Sam, do you need one?” Both men shake their heads saying ‘no thanks.’ Bucky flashes his smile at you. “How about another round for us when you get the chance? No rush, sweetheart.”

You smile back at Bucky and head to the bar area.

After you leave the dining area Bucky hears who he now knows is John talking about you. He doesn’t like the sound of the conversation or how vulgar it’s about you. His hand is making a fist on the table and both his friends can see the vein in his neck twitch from the anger that is building. Bucky doesn’t want to cause a scene but this man and his friends are being obnoxious at this point. The other diners listen in as John talks loudly about you. Bucky looks Steve and Sam in the eyes before he stands up to go to John’s table.

Bucky walks over to the men at the table and smirks. “Good evening, gentlemen. I just wanted to come over here and say the whole restaurant can hear your disgusting conversation about the nice waitress who is serving you. How about you drink your beer in peace and leave her alone.”

John stands up and is nose-to-nose with Bucky. “How about you mind your fucking business and go back to your table?”

“Or what…?” Bucky cocks his head to the side and stares him down.

John turns a shade of red and starts to poke Bucky in the chest. “Or else I take your sorry ass outside and shut you up.”

Bucky laughs out loud. “I honestly would love to see that.” 

You come back from the bar with drinks in hand and see the men causing a scene. You spot Bucky and the other men, who are now all standing, and place their drinks on an empty table. You walk quickly over to the men and try to separate them.

“John, Bucky, this is a restaurant. Whatever has been said just let it go or I’m going to ask that you leave.” Bucky takes a few steps back and keeps staring the man down. 

John’s blue eyes are cold as he looks at you. “Why don’t you shut up and leave the men to the conversation?”

“John, I'm asking nicely for you to stop or else I will have you removed from this establishment. No excuses, sit down or leave.”

John swiftly grabbed his beer and started to chuckle. “Women. They just don’t know how to listen.” Walker turns to you and spills his glass of beer over your head causing you to shriek.

That was all Bucky needed to see before he punched John in the face, causing him to fall backward. The two other men jumped out of their seats and before they could swing at Bucky, Steve and Sam punched each man. Patrons were screaming over the fight and other waiters and waitresses were trying to calm them down. Within seconds the manager rushed into the room and started shouting at all six men who were going at it. The manager made his way into the middle of the pack and he was yelling he was going to call the cops. That made the men separate real quick. 

“Pay your bills and leave this establishment!” The manager yelled at them. Your manager looked at you covered in beer and made a disgusted face. “And you are fired. I want you out of here now.”

“Wait, please I didn’t do anything.” You started to panic but your boss pointed toward the exit. 

“They were your customers and clearly you know them. Guilty by association in my book.” 

Your tears finally fell down your face as you were screwed with no job and the rent was due next week. “Please, sir, I’m begging you…”

John starts to mimic you as he tosses down bills on the table. “Please, sir, what? He doesn’t want you around anymore like I don’t. You’re a pathetic piece of trash who whines too much.”

Bucky was about to punch John again when Steve and Sam started to walk him back to their table to pay. As each table was paying their tabs you walked into the back to get your purse and leave. You walked through the hallway and glanced over to the men who were now leaving. 

Great.

You hurried along and headed to your car. John left with his friends and they laughed about what happened.

“Hey, sweetheart, wait up!” Bucky called after you. 

There would be no seeing him ever again after what just happened. You wiped at your tears as Bucky reached you. You looked up at him with teary eyes. “Sorry Bucky I really should be going.”

“I know but first I wanted to give you your tip in person.” He hands you two hundred dollars. “I know it’s not much but I want you to take my business card with you. I have a possible opening if you’re interested in it. We can talk tomorrow over lunch if you want. See if it’s right for you or not.”

You held his money and business card in your hand. With bills due in a week what would the harm be? You knew he was a kind-hearted and generous man. “Yeah, that sounds fine. Which number do I call on here?”

“Oh right.” Bucky chuckles. He takes the card from you and writes his cell number on the back of the card. “Here, now you can text me when you are ready tomorrow.” He hands you back the card.

“Thank you, Bucky for the money and card. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You turn back around and walk to your car. Getting in you turn it on and slowly drive away. In your rearview mirror, Bucky is standing there watching you drive out of sight.

He is hopeful that you will be interested in taking the job. He’s watched you for months and knows the kind, caring woman you are. Bucky walks to his expensive car, gets in, and drives home.

Fifteen minutes later when you arrive at your apartment you strip out of your clothes so you can shower. Under the warm water, you think back to how John was acting. This was his normal behavior so you were glad he left you when he did. The guy was a total jerk. As you continue to wash your mind shifts to Bucky. The man was charming and the best part was he stood up for you. No one has ever done that before. You wonder what kind of job offer he has for you as you step out of the shower and wrap yourself in a towel.

You dry yourself off and hang your towels up. You change into a pair of sleep shorts and a T-shirt before you collapse on your back on the bed. What kind of job would a CEO have open for you? You were now unemployed and a full-time college student. Would the job be able to be flexible so you could continue your studies? First things first, you need to talk with him about it before worrying.

The next morning after your shower and morning routine you texted Bucky.

You: Hey Bucky, I was wondering when was a good time to meet with you today?

Bucky: Hi sweetheart I’m so happy you texted me. My noon is wide open so let's meet for lunch. I’ll have a driver come by your place and pick you up. Just text me your address and everything will be covered. 

Thinking about being picked up made you a little nervous. What if the job interview didn’t go well? He would then know where you lived. On the other hand, you were still tired from not being able to sleep that much last night due to being fired. Of course, this could also be a test to see if you trusted him. You texted him your address and hoped to god he wasn’t some psycho.

Bucky: Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.

Well, now that you got that over with, you take your time getting ready. Since this felt like an interview you dressed yourself in a black pencil skirt that was just above the knee with a small slit in the side. Next, you pulled on a cute light blue blouse and you finished off the look with a pair of black heels. It wasn’t an expensive outfit but it will hopefully do for this meet-up. Your hair and makeup were perfect; striking the balance between natural and formal for your interview with CEO Bucky Barnes. You gave yourself a glance in the mirror one more time before you grabbed your purse, phone, and keys and headed for the front door. 

You headed down the stairs and opened the front door. Sure enough, there was a black SUV parked at the curb waiting for you. A man got out of the driver's seat and walked around the vehicle to where you stood. He nodded to you and opened the back door. Taking a breath, you climbed into the back and waited as the driver climbed back inside. He pulled away from the curb and off you went to wherever Bucky had planned your lunch. It was a fifteen-minute drive from your place when the driver pulled in front of a fancy restaurant. There was no way you could afford to eat here but as you were pondering your choices, the man opened the door and helped you out. 

Great, now you had to head inside to this beautiful restaurant in your clothes that would not fit into this type of place. Clutching your purse you walk inside to the restaurant. Light classical music echoed around you as you made your way up to the hostess with a nervous smile on your face. She looked you up and down, sneering at you. 

“Can I help you?” She asked with faux-politeness, staring you down with cold eyes.

Feeling embarrassed to be there you took a step back. “Sorry, I must be at the wrong place.” You turn around to walk away and bump into Bucky.

He looks down at you and smiles. “There you are, sweetheart. I was wondering if you made it. I’m so glad you are here.” Bucky lightly wraps his arm around your back and makes his way to the hostess.

This time she is all smiles when Bucky stands before her. “Mr. Barnes, what an honor to see you today. Would you like your regular booth?” The woman looks at you, seeing his arm around your back and you can tell she is biting her tongue.

“Yes please, a table for two today,” Bucky states as the hostess leads the both of you to a booth in the far back. 

Bucky waits for you to take a seat and he soon follows. You are both handed a menu and you start to glance through it. Seeing the exorbitant prices on the menu made your stomach instantly twist and turn. Biting your bottom lip Bucky can see the wheels turning in your pretty head.

“Don’t worry about the prices. Today is my treat as I asked you to meet me here.” He gives you a warm smile and makes you feel more at ease. 

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t want you to feel like you have to pay or anything.”

“Sweetheart, I promise you have nothing to worry about today. Let’s just eat and talk.”

You nod your head. “Okay.”

Bucky’s blue eyes wander on your outfit for a moment and he smiles. “You look beautiful.”

“I don’t know about that. The hostess didn’t seem to like my outfit.” Your hands fidget as you look down at yourself. 

Bucky reaches across the table and puts his hand on yours. “Well, she’s wrong. I’m telling you that you’re beautiful and as long as you feel it too that should be enough.”

You give him a shy smile. “Thanks, Bucky.”

The waiter comes over to take your order and to pour some wine that Bucky requested. Taking a sip of it made your taste buds explode in your mouth as you have never had wine like that before. The taste had you moan lightly and quickly you realized how silly you were acting. But Bucky was just staring at you with a smirk on his face.

Your lunch arrived a few moments later and you both made small talk as you ate. He talked about his day at work and how he had a few charity events coming up. You talked about schoolwork and working towards your dream career.

After you both were done eating Bucky smiled before he cleared his throat. “You’re probably wondering why I asked you here and not at my place of work to talk about a job I’m offering.”

“Yes, I’m very curious. What is it, a secretary job? I’m not sure how many words I can type per minute but I’m good at typing up reports for college.”

“No, it’s not like that, please let me explain. In my job I don’t have time to go out and meet women. I’m a very busy man with my job. Right now, I’m looking for some companionship to keep me company at work events, charities, and sometimes my travels.” Bucky was the epitome of confidence and giving you a reassuring smile as he spoke. “Someone who will be my shining light during these exhausting times. Someone kind, smart, funny and beautiful. In return, I would take care of that person financially. They would want for nothing.” 

“So why not get an escort? I mean that’s what they’re there for. Why even have this conversation with me? I’m an unemployed college student. Why even come to me with this?” You didn’t know how to feel about this conversation you were having with Bucky. 

Bucky leaned forward and smiled. “First I don’t want an escort. Second, you meet all the qualities I’m looking for in a companionship or, in layman's terms, a sugar daddy relationship.” Bucky paused for any reaction before continuing. “We already know each other, which is a plus. I enjoy being around you. So why not?”

You stared at him, speechless. Not knowing what to make of this sugar-daddy relationship. What the hell is that? Is this the kind of job you want? What would people think?

“When you say you would take care of someone financially what does that mean?” Curiosity was getting the better of you.

“I would take care of your rent and all your monthly bills. That includes your tuition as well. I would give you a monthly allowance so should you need anything you have money to do it. I would also bring you clothes shopping to update your wardrobe. You will need dresses to attend events with me. You will want for nothing and all I’m asking in return is your companionship.”

You pondered what he just said. “All of that just for a sugar daddy relationship? What about sex?”

“Do you want sex to be involved?” Bucky asked, his eyes never strayed from yours.

“No, I mean is it required?” Now you thought you sounded like a fool but you needed to know if you were going to be a whore to him or not.

“I’m not seeking that but if down the road you want to we can talk about it then. I’m just looking for friendship and a companion. Nothing more.”

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “When do you need to know? Like, can I think about this?” 

Your nerves were getting the better of you. Because of John, your trust issues had blown through the roof. This sounded too good to be true.

Bucky smirks at you. “Take all the time you need. But in the meantime let me help you with your rent and bills that are due next week. No strings attached I promise.”

You were going to be short on money next week so you nodded your head in agreement. “Okay, thank you Bucky. Give me a couple of days and I will reach out to you through text.”

The waiter came over with the bill and sure enough, Bucky paid for the entire meal. You just watched him as he stood and held a hand out for you. After getting out of the booth Bucky once again walked with his hand on your back until you reached outside. The same SUV from earlier pulled into the curb in front of you. Bucky opened the door for you and kissed your cheek gently.

“Whatever you decide I will be fine with. Now, go focus on your school work and I’ll head back to the office.”

“Okay, Bucky. Thank you for lunch. I had a great time.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” 

You climbed back into the SUV and gave Bucky a small wave as it peeled away from the curb, leaving him smiling after you. Again, you drove in silence and after the short drive, you finally reached your apartment. Once inside you changed into leggings and a T-shirt and flopped onto your bed.

You knew for sure you liked Bucky and thought he was handsome. You also knew what kind of man he was; kind, caring, protective, and smart just to name a few. This was going to be a big decision to make and you’re gonna need all the time to make it.

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