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Bucky was hunched over his desk again, glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he scribbled furiously into a battered notebook. His tongue poked out between his lips when he concentrated like that, and you knew he didn’t even realize it.

You were sprawled across his bed, watching the way his shirt stretched across his wide shoulders every time he leaned forward. It was ridiculous how much he got to you without even trying. Chubby but broad, strength hidden under hoodies and flannels. His dark hair messy from running his hands through it while he studied.

God, he had no idea what he did to you.

You rolled onto your stomach, chin propped in your palms. “Bucky.” He hummed, eyes still locked on his notes. “Can I ask you something?”

He paused, pen freezing mid-stroke before he turned in his chair. “Of course, doll. Everything okay?”

Your stomach flipped. Heat crept up your neck, but you forced yourself to hold his gaze. “Have you ever thought about… being more dominant with me?”

Bucky blinked, clearly caught off guard. “Dominant?”

You nodded, chewing your lip. “Yeah. I mean… I love how gentle you are. I do. But sometimes I just-” you shifted on the bed, thighs pressing together, “-sometimes I want you to tell me what to do. To take it from me. To… rough me up. I wanna be a mess... Bucky.” You said looking straight into his darken blue eyes.

The silence that followed was deafening. His jaw flexed, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Rough you up,” he repeated slowly, standing from the chair. He crossed the room in three deliberate steps until he was looming over you. “You mean you want me to fuck you like you’re my little slut?”

The bluntness of his words punched the air out of your lungs.

You nodded, breath shaky. “Yes. Fuck me and when I say 'i can't' fuck me again...”

“I don’t know if i can, doll… I’m not the right guy for that-” he told you, looking at the floor.

“Bucky fuck me!”

Your voice, a command. Something dark flickered in his eyes, something you’d never seen before.

His hand shot out, tangling in your hair and yanking your head back until your mouth fell open in a gasp. “Then say it like you mean it.”

Your body jolted at the command. “I-I want you to fuck me like your slut, Bucky. Use me like your slut. Make me come so many times I’ll beg you to stop…”

His lips curled in a dangerous smirk. “Good girl.”

You swore your whole body heated at those two little words. He leaned down, mouth grazing your ear. “You have no fucking idea what you just started, doll.”

Then he kissed you.

It wasn’t the careful, sweet kiss you were used to. It was hungry, bruising, teeth clashing with yours. His other hand cupped your jaw hard, forcing your mouth open so he could shove his tongue past your lips. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, like he’d been starving and finally let himself eat.

When he pulled back, you were dizzy, clinging to his shirt. “You want me to be in charge?” He asked, voice a low growl. “Then you do exactly as I say. You understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered before you even thought about it.

The sound that rumbled out of his chest was pure approval. He tugged your hair tighter, forcing your head back to bare your throat. His teeth sank into the soft skin just below your ear, sharp enough to make you whine. “Mine,” he muttered against your skin, biting harder until you gasped. “I’m gonna mark you up so bad tomorrow no one’s gonna doubt who you belong to.”

“Please,” you whined, hips shifting against the bed.

He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against your neck. “Look at you. Already fucking dripping, aren’t you? Just from me pulling your hair and calling you mine. Pathetic little slut.”

Your whole body jolted at the degradation, slick pooling between your thighs. He noticed instantly, of course he did. “God, you love it.” He shoved you back onto the bed, crawling over you like a predator. His weight pinned you easily, broad chest pressing you down into the mattress. He kissed you again, biting your bottom lip before pulling back to look at you eyes blown wide, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “Take your shirt off,” he ordered.

Your hands scrambled to obey, tugging your top over your head. The way he looked at you hungry, greedy, owning, made you shiver. “Bra too.” You unclipped it, tossing it aside.

His hand came down suddenly on your breast, squeezing hard enough to make you gasp. He smirked at the sound, pinching your nipple until your back arched. “Fuck, I’m gonna ruin you,” he muttered, more to himself than to you.

His mouth trailed down your chest, biting, sucking, leaving purple marks in his wake. You whimpered, tugging at his hair, but he caught your wrist and slammed it down against the mattress. “Ah, ah,” he scolded. “You don’t touch me unless I say you can. Hands stay here.” He pinned both wrists above your head with one big hand, the other sliding down your stomach.

“Bucky-sir-” you gasped as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your shorts.

“Shut up and take it,” he growled. When his hand cupped your soaked panties, he groaned like he’d just won the lottery. “Fuck. You’re already soaked. From what? From me calling you a slut? From me treating you like the little toy you are?”

“Yes, sir,” you whimpered, hips jerking against his hand.

He slapped your pussy through your panties hard enough to make you yelp. “Beg for it properly.”

Your whole body trembled. “Please, sir. Please, I want you. I need your cock.”

He grinned, cruel and dark. “That’s my girl.” Bucky’s grin only grew darker as he watched you writhe under him, wrists pinned, chest heaving. “You begged so sweet, doll,” he muttered, hand sliding down into your shorts. His fingers brushed your soaked folds through the thin cotton, and he actually laughed. “Goddamn. You really are my little slut. Dripping already and I haven’t even given you cock yet.”

“Please, sir,” you whimpered, trying to grind into his touch.

He yanked his hand away instantly, giving your cheek a sharp slap that made you gasp. Not painful, but shocking. “You don’t fucking move unless I tell you to.” His voice was harsh now, commanding. “You stay still and you take what I give you. Got it?”

Your thighs trembled. “Yes, sir.”

Satisfied, he shoved your shorts and panties down in one rough motion, tossing them carelessly aside. His eyes devoured the sight of your bare pussy, already glistening for him. “Fuck me,” he muttered under his breath, dragging the head of his cock out from his sweats, already thick and leaking.

He stroked himself slowly, deliberately, right above you, making you watch. “See what you do to me, doll? This big cock’s hard as a fucking rock just from hearing you beg.”

Your mouth watered. You tried to reach for him instinctively, but his grip on your wrists tightened until you whimpered. “Didn’t I tell you? No touching.” His eyes burned into yours. “Hands stay put. Or I’ll tie them there.”

“Yes, sir,” you breathed, every nerve ending alive under his control.

“Good girl.” He rubbed the head of his cock against your pussy, smearing precum through your slick folds. The sensation made you moan, hips jerking up, but he immediately slapped your thigh hard. “Did I say you could move?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Then fucking behave.” He lined himself up, pressing just the tip inside, stretching you deliciously. Your back arched, a choked moan ripping from your throat. “Shit,” Bucky grunted, pushing deeper, inch by inch until he bottomed out inside you. “So fucking tight. Always so tight for me. You were made for this cock, weren’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you sobbed, already overwhelmed by the fullness. He smirked, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back into you hard enough to make the bed creak. “Say it louder.”

“I was made for your cock, sir!”

“That’s right.”

His thrusts grew brutal, relentless, slamming into you over and over until the headboard rattled against the wall. He fucked you like he was trying to split you in two, his stomach pressing against yours with every deep, punishing thrust.

“Look at you,” he groaned, eyes fixed on your fucked-out expression. “Taking me like a good little whore. Bet you love it when I use you like this, huh?”

“Yes-fuck, yes, sir!”

He shifted suddenly, letting go of your wrists only to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back, baring your throat to him. His teeth sank into your skin again, biting hard enough to leave marks. “Gonna cover you in bruises,” he growled against your throat. “So every time you look in the mirror, you’ll see exactly who you belong to.”

“Yours,” you gasped, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m yours, sir.”

“Damn right you are.” He spanked your ass sharply, the sting making your walls clench around him. His hips stuttered, a guttural moan tearing from his chest. “Fuck, you feel so good when you squeeze me like that. You trying to milk my cock already?”

“I can’t help it!” You cried, body trembling under the force of his thrusts.

“You better fucking hold it,” he snarled. “You don’t come until I say. You come without my permission, and I’ll make you regret it.”

The threat sent another rush of heat through your body. You clawed at the sheets, desperate for something to hold onto, your wrists aching with the need to touch him.

“Please, sir,” you begged, voice breaking. “Please let me come.”

He leaned down, lips brushing your ear. “Not yet, doll. Not until I’ve had my fill in this pussy.”

He drove into you harder, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing through the room. Your cries grew louder, broken sobs spilling out as his cock hit that perfect spot inside you again and again. “Bucky-sir-I can’t-”

“Yes, you can,” he snarled, dragging your hair back so you had to look up at him. Sweat dripped down his temple, his jaw tight. “You’ll take what I give you.

You’ll take this cock until you forget your own fucking name.” Your vision blurred with tears, pleasure overwhelming every nerve. “Please!”

“Now,” he growled suddenly. “Come for me. Show me who owns this pussy.”

The command snapped the last thread of your control. You screamed, body convulsing as your orgasm tore through you, clenching around his cock so hard he cursed. “Fuck-” His hips slammed into yours one final time before he buried himself deep, groaning as he spilled inside you. “Take it. Take every fucking drop.”

You sobbed through the aftershocks, body shaking pinned beneath him as he kept thrusting lazily, grinding the cum deeper inside you. Bucky finally slowed, breathing ragged, but his grip on your hair didn’t loosen. He smirked down at you, filthy and smug. “Don’t think we’re done, doll,” he muttered, pulling out slowly, watching his cum leak from your swollen pussy. “That was just round one.”

His hand gripped your jaw suddenly, forcing your bleary eyes to meet his. His hair stuck to his forehead, his pupils blown wide with hunger. “What did I tell you, my love?”

“That-that it was only round one,” you whispered, voice hoarse.

“Good girl.” He kissed you hard, biting your lip until you cried out.

“You think I’m done after one little orgasm? You think you get to fall apart that easy?”

“Please…” you whimpered, already sensitive.

“You can.” His tone was steel. “And you fucking will.”

Before you could catch your breath, he flipped you onto your stomach, yanking your hips up until you were on your knees. His hand smacked your ass hard, the sting making you jolt. “Ass up, face down. Present that pussy to me like the needy whore you are.”

You obeyed instantly, forehead pressed to the sheets, ass in the air. Your body screamed from the stretch, still tender from the first round, but the way his voice cut into you had you dripping again anyway.

“Look at you,” he groaned, spreading your cheeks to see your swollen, wet hole. His cum was still leaking out of you, and he smirked at the sight. “Messy little thing. Can’t even hold it all in, can you?”

“N-no, sir.”

“Don’t worry.” He slapped your ass again, harder this time, leaving a handprint. “I’ll just fill you again.”

He shoved back inside in one brutal thrust, making you scream into the mattress. The sudden stretch had you crying instantly, walls clenching tight around him. “Too much?” He asked mockingly, already grinding deeper.

“Yes, sir-please-”

“Too bad.” His hips slammed into yours, fucking you even harder than before. The sound of his cock driving into your soaked pussy was obscene, echoing through the room with every thrust. “God, you’re still so fucking tight,” he groaned, fisting your hair and yanking your head back so your spine arched. “Even after I just filled you. Your greedy cunt just keeps sucking me in. Like you were made to be used.”

“Yes, sir,” you sobbed, tears spilling as the pleasure blurred into pain. “I’m yours. Use me.”

“That’s right.” He bit down on your shoulder, growling. “Mine. My slut. My cock sleeve.”

You screamed when his hand smacked your clit suddenly, sharp and cruel. The overstimulation made your legs shake, your body struggling to hold itself up.

“Stay the fuck up,” he ordered, yanking your hair again when your arms buckled. “You don’t collapse until I tell you.”

Your body trembled violently, but you forced yourself to stay on your knees as he pounded into you. Every thrust knocked the breath out of your lungs, your vision swimming. “I want you cockdrunk,” he hissed. “I want you so used you can’t even say your own name.”

“I’m-I’m close, sir,” you cried, voice breaking.

He snarled, fingers finding your clit again, rubbing merciless circles. “Come. Right now. Squeeze my cock like the desperate whore you are.”

Your scream tore from your throat as your body gave in again, another orgasm ripping through you so violently your arms finally gave out. You collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing as you convulsed around him. Bucky didn’t stop. He dragged you back by your hips, still buried deep inside, still thrusting. “Get the fuck up.”

Your legs were jelly, your body weak, but his grip forced you upright. He pulled out suddenly, and you gasped at the loss, but before you could breathe he dragged you off the bed entirely.

“On the floor,” he ordered, shoving you down onto your knees beside the mattress.

Your chest pressed against the edge of the bed, ass raised. His hand tangled in your hair again, forcing your cheek to the sheets. “This is where you belong,” he muttered darkly. “On your knees. Getting fucked like a toy.”

You whined, trembling, but spread your legs obediently.

“Good girl.” His cock slammed back into you in one harsh thrust, forcing another scream from your lips. He didn’t give you a second to adjust. He set a brutal pace immediately, slamming into you from behind so hard the bed rattled against the wall. “Fuck, look at this,” he snarled, pulling your hair to force you to watch your reflection in the mirror across the room. “See how wrecked you are? Drooling, crying, begging for cock? You’re pathetic.”

Your mouth hung open, tears streaming down your face, but the sight of yourself being ruined by him only made your walls tighten around him again. “You love it,” he grunted, spanking you again and again until your ass burned. “You fucking love being my slut.”

“Yes, sir!” you screamed, voice breaking. “I love it-I love being your slut!”

He leaned over your back, teeth sinking into your shoulder hard enough to bruise. His hips never slowed, punishing thrusts driving into you until you were sobbing into the sheets. Your body shook violently, another orgasm clawing up from deep inside.

“Sir-I can’t-I can’t-”

“You will,” he growled, hand slamming against your clit again. “You’ll fucking take it. You’ll come for me again, and again, and again, until I decide you’re done.”

Your body broke. The orgasm hit so hard you screamed, legs collapsing, but his grip on your hair held you upright while your pussy convulsed around him. “Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned, rutting harder, his cock twitching inside you. “I’m gonna fill this slutty cunt again. You ready for it?”

“Yes, sir! Please-fill me-”

With a guttural moan, he slammed deep, spilling inside you again. His hips ground against yours as he fucked every drop into you, not letting you move an inch.

When he finally pulled out, his cum spilled down your thighs, but his hand immediately shoved it back in, two thick fingers pumping roughly. “Not wasting a fucking drop,” he growled, smirking at your wrecked face. “You’re gonna be dripping with me all night.”

You were shaking so hard your knees nearly buckled, forehead pressed to the sheets as your body trembled from the wreckage of your last orgasm. Your pussy was raw, swollen, dripping with his cum, but Bucky hadn’t let you fall yet. His hand tangled in your hair again, forcing your head up. You blinked blearily, vision swimming with tears, but his smug grin was crystal clear. Your muffled whimper only made him chuckle. He pulled you up by your hair, dragging your wrecked body onto the bed until he was sitting against the headboard, sweat glistening on his chest.

His cock was still hard, thick and angry, glistening with your slick and his cum. “Climb on.” His tone was final. “Ride me.”

Your legs trembled as you straddled him, nails digging into his shoulders for balance. The stretch was brutal when he lined you up and forced you down onto his cock again, your walls clenching so tight you sobbed into his chest. “Fuck, you’re choking me,” he groaned, head falling back. “Even ruined like this, you’re still so fucking greedy.”

You whimpered, trying to move, but he gripped your hips and forced you to grind against him.

“Not good enough,” he snarled. His hand cracked across your ass, the sting making you jolt. “Ride it like you mean it. Show me how bad you need my cock.”

“I can’t-”

“You can.” His eyes blazed, his fist tightening in your hair again as he yanked your head back.

“You’ll bounce on this cock until I’m satisfied, or I’ll bend you back over and fuck you into the floor again. Which do you want?”

Your whole body convulsed. “Ride-ride you, sir!”

“That’s my girl.”

He slapped your ass again, then guided your hips up and down, setting a brutal pace. Every time you sank back down, his cock punched deep, hitting the spot that made you scream. “That’s it,” he growled, watching your tits bounce in his face. “Look at you. Crying on my cock, soaking me, milking me like a desperate little whore. Pathetic. And you fucking love it.”

“Yes, sir!” you sobbed, tears streaming freely. “I love it-I love being your whore!” Your walls clamped down hard tipping you to the edge again despite the burn, despite your body’s exhaustion. “Sir-I’m gonna-”

“Don’t hold back,” he ordered, gripping your ass to slam you down harder. “Come on this cock. Show me who owns you.”

Your scream ripped from your throat as another orgasm shattered through you, your body convulsing violently as you clenched around him. Bucky groaned, head snapping forward to sink his teeth into your breast, biting hard enough to bruise as he fucked up into you from below. “Take it,” he snarled against your skin. “Take my cum like a good little slut.”

With a guttural moan, he buried himself deep, spilling inside you again, his cock twitching as he ground you down against his lap.

You collapsed against his chest, body limp, trembling and broken. Your pussy pulsed around him, stuffed full and leaking, your mind fogged with nothing but his name.

The room was still thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sheets damp, your body limp and trembling against him.

For a long moment, Bucky just held you, chest rising and falling under your cheek, his heartbeat slowing from a wild gallop to its usual steady rhythm. Then he glanced around the dorm room, realizing suddenly how raw the air was. His cheeks flushed. “Uh-hang on, doll. I’ll… I’ll fix you up.”

He gently eased you off his chest, making sure you were cushioned against his pillow. You watched through heavy eyes as he padded across the tiny room, rummaging through his cluttered desk. He came back with a half-full bottle of water and an old towel, the corners of his mouth tugging in a sheepish grin. “No fancy shower here,” he muttered, kneeling at the side of the bed. “But this will do.” He unscrewed the cap, dampened the towel carefully, and then wiped you down with the gentlest touch.

His fingers lingered where his roughness had left bruises, guilt flashing in his eyes even though you’d begged for every mark. “Sorry if I got… carried away,” he whispered, pressing a soft kiss to your knee as he cleaned between your thighs. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You smiled sleepily, reaching down to stroke his hair. “You didn’t. I wanted it. Every second.”

His ears went pink. He ducked his head, hiding his face as he finished wiping you clean, then set the towel aside. “Still…” he murmured, voice quiet, “…I don’t like leaving you a mess.”

Once you were tucked back against the pillow, he crawled onto the mattress beside you again, pulling a small tin from his nightstand. You blinked at it. “Massage balm,” he explained shyly. “My ma always said it helps after soreness... she meant football injuries... thought… maybe it’d help after, uh, this.”

Your heart swelled as he rubbed the balm into his palms, then began massaging your thighs, your hips, your back with slow, careful pressure. His thumbs worked out the tension he’d put there, and you couldn’t hold back the soft moan of relief. “Feels good?” He asked quickly, almost nervous.

“Feels amazing,” you sighed, turning your face into the pillow.

He smiled, pressing another kiss to your shoulder. “Good. You deserve it.”

When he finally finished, he pulled open the drawer of his nightstand again and handed you a little wrapped bar.

“A granola bar?” You asked, amused.

He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck, suddenly bashful again. “Yeah, uh-I keep ‘em there for late-night studying. Figured… after all that, you should eat something.”

Your chest warmed, tears threatening to prick at the corners of your eyes. Only Bucky Barnes could rail you into oblivion, call you his slut, and then shyly hand you a granola bar five minutes later.

“Thank you,” you whispered, tearing the wrapper with shaky hands.

He smiled, cheeks pink, pulling you against his chest again. “Anything for you, doll. Always.”

This time, when you drifted off, it wasn’t from exhaustion, it was from the warmth of being completely cared for.

The first light of morning crept into Bucky’s dorm, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets where you were curled up against him. Your body still trembled from last night, hips sore, thighs weak, every muscle buzzing and trembling in protest. You opened your eyes slowly, blinking against the sunlight. A groan escaped as you tried to swing your legs over the side of the bed. Immediately, your knees wobbled, hips threatening to buckle. You let out a frustrated squeak, collapsing sideways onto the mattress. “Uh… Bucky…” you whispered.

He stirred beside you, messy hair falling over his forehead, glasses crooked. When he saw your precarious attempt at standing, his eyes widened. “Whoa... hey, careful!” He scrambled closer, hands reaching for your waist. “Don’t fall over, doll.”

“I can’t… my legs won’t listen,” you admitted, shifting uncomfortably as they quivered under you.

He exhaled, flustered, but gentle, slipping an arm around your waist and helping you prop upright against the bed. “Okay… okay, we’ll take it slow. Lean on me. I got you.”

Your head rested against his shoulder, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath you. “You’re so shy,” you teased softly, smirking at the way his ears pinked and his lips tugged into a small, awkward smile.

“I-uh… yeah,” he muttered, scratching the back of his neck, clearly embarrassed. “I don’t… normally… wake up like this. With a girl in my bed… legs like noodles.”

“You’re adorable,” you whispered, nudging his chest with your nose. “Even after last night.”

He chuckled softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “You think so?”

“I know so,” you teased, eyes soft. “You’re shy, even if you fucked me raw on that floor.”

His lips twitched in a shy grin, and he pressed a careful kiss to your forehead. “Yeah… maybe. I just… wanted to make sure you were okay. Safe.”

Your legs gave another shuddering wobble, and you clutched his shirt for support. “I’m okay. Just… can’t stand yet.”

After some minutes, you began to feel your legs again. “Feeling… a little stronger,” you admitted, voice still a little shaky. He grinned, cheeks pink, eyes soft with concern and pride.

“Good. That’s my girl. No more falling over, okay?”

“I’ll try,” you whispered, leaning against him as he helped you stand fully upright. Your legs wobbled a little, but this time you managed to stay balanced, knees trembling but holding.

“You’re perfect,” he said softly, sliding an arm around your waist. “Let’s get some breakfast. You need real food after last night.”

Your heart warmed. Even after everything he still wanted to care for you, in the shy and nerdy and sweet way only Bucky could. He led you slowly across the dorm, hand securely around your waist whenever your legs threatened to buckle.

You giggled when he adjusted his glasses nervously, muttering, “Don’t fall, don’t fall…” like it was his sole responsibility to keep you upright.

Outside, the sun felt good against your skin, and the crisp morning air was a gentle contrast to the heat still lingering between you. Bucky guided you carefully to the campus cafè, his hand never leaving yours once you stepped inside. “Seat?” He asked, pointing to a cozy corner.

“Yes, please,” you whispered, still feeling a little dizzy, and he helped you settle into the chair like a careful, doting boyfriend. When the waitress brought over your breakfast; pancakes, eggs, fresh fruit and a steaming mug of coffee. Bucky’s eyes lit up. “All for you,” he said, voice shy but proud. “I made sure it’s… uh… everything you like.”

“Bucky…” you murmured, touched.

He blushed furiously, setting the plate carefully in front of you. “Just… wanted to take care of my girl. You… you deserve it.”

You smiled, picking up your fork. “You already did, last night.”

He groaned softly, hiding his face in his hands for a second, embarrassed at the memory, then peeked at you shyly. “Yeah… okay, but this is… you know, normal breakfast care.”

You giggled, biting into a pancake, letting your legs relax as they finally regained their strength. Every now and then, his hand brushed yours across the table, soft, reassuring, grounding.

“You’re really good at this,” you whispered, smiling at him.

“Doing what?” he asked, confused.

“Being… gentle after… being… everything else.”

He looked down at you, eyes soft and warm. “Only for you, doll. Always.”

You reached across, taking his hand in both of yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I know.”

The cafè hummed around you, but for a moment, it was just the two of you. Legs steadying, hearts full, full plates in front of you and the quiet, shy, tender Bucky who couldn’t stop himself from doting on you. You leaned back in your chair, sipping coffee, legs finally feeling like they belonged to you again.

And Bucky? He just watched you, shy grin on his face, secretly thrilled he got to take care of you in every way possible.

Bucky smirks—super soldier senses tuning into your every movement. He can hear the slight quivers in your breath and your heart beating out of your chest.

He leans in until you can smell him—warm and clean and earthy, something that makes your heart skip another beat.

“What's wrong, doll?”

He sees the sweat beading at your temple as you try desperately to ignore him, calm your breathing.

He’s so close—so warm and big and right there.

“Nothing,” you say. Too quick, too breathy.

He chuckles to himself, pressing his fingers lightly to your neck, brushing your hair back and feeling your pulse, hot breath fanning over your skin.

“Oh yeah? Why has your pulse jumped then? You nervous?”

You want to say you’re not nervous, that he doesn’t make you shake. You want to be defiant. But you don’t trust your voice, breath caught at the back of your throat as you hold yourself rigid against his touch. So you shake your head—and immediately regret it when his knuckle grazes your jaw.

“No, not nervous?” You shake your head again, less sure this time with his fingers pressed to your jaw.

“How about now?” His lips graze the side of your neck and your breath hitches in your throat.

Suddenly the driver’s door opens, and Steve climbs in.

“Right. Ready?”

You feel Bucky’s absence immediately as he pulls away, sitting back in his seat. But his touch is like a brand on your skin, the timbre of his voice rattling through you.

Dragging in a shaky breath you drop your hand between the car seat and the door, sliding it backwards. The angle is awkward, and your heartbeat is in your throat, but you hold there for one breathless moment.

Warm fingers close around yours, tangling, his thumb pressing into the pads, and it’s like electricity shoots up your arm, making you gasp.

Steve’s eyes dart to yours.

“You okay?”

That feeling returns; those blue eyes staring at you, through you, and you can feel Bucky's silent laughter at the way your voice quivers.

You wet your lips. “Fine, Steve.”

It almost sounds convincing. Bucky’s fingers squeeze yours.

The car ride stretches on for what feels like forever, tension thick. You can feel every breath, every movement, every slight shift of his body behind you. When Steve finally pulls to a stop, you can't get out fast enough, stumbling over your own feet and you feel as though you can finally breathe.

It doesn't last long—Bucky crowding you against the car door before you can move—the others barely noticing, having already walked inside the building.

“What's wrong, doll?” His voice is velvet in your ears, smoothing down your spine and sending a shiver through your body.

You press back against the car—not to get away from him—but because you don’t know what else to do with yourself.

“Easy,” he murmurs, vibranium arm coming to rest against the door at your side.

You’re completely caged in, metal at your back, his arm at your side, and the thick wall of his chest before you. You look up, and up, meeting the glittering blue gaze, and his smug expression makes you squirm.

“Tell me,” he says, flesh hand nudging your chin up. “What’s got you all hot and bothered?”

“Bucky, please.” Your voice is so soft, so sweet, barely reaching his ears over the sounds of the city.

He moves back slightly, giving you the space to move if you want to.

You don't.

You lean closer to him, the smell of his cologne mixed with that warm smell that was so Bucky drawing you in.

“Bucky— I'm—” You don't know what you're trying to say, the only thing running through your mind being him. Beautiful, big—warmth radiating off him in waves.

“Yeah?” His fingers rest gently on your chin, pulling your gaze up to him.

You feel your stomach flip at the look in his eyes, the feel of his breath fanning over your lips.

“I just— I want—” You try again, words failing you as his tongue darts out to wet his lips.

Your eyes lock on them—pink and wet and slightly swollen from his fussing and you bite your own.

Bucky's gaze drops to your lip caught between your teeth and presses his thumb gently into your lower lip, pulling it free.

“Yeah, you do don’t you.” His voice is low and gravelly and sends heat rushing through you. His thumb presses in and your tongue flicks out. A reflex, one that has him dragging in a breath quickly, mouth parting and his eyes fixed on your mouth.

Warmth slices through you because now you know you’re not the only one.

His hand hasn’t moved. Your tongue darts out again, sliding against the pad of his thumb, and you watch as he swallows thickly, eyes never wavering.

He can't help it now—leaning in to kiss you, lips crashing against yours, hand resting on the side of your jaw, pulling you in closer. Everything goes white-hot—your stomach flipping, letting out a gasp into his mouth and Bucky takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, tasting you properly now.

Your hands twist into the front of his top, pushing your body into his, chasing his warmth.

His hand strokes your jaw, the other rubbing slow circles into the side of your waist that have you melting against him. He pulls back for a second, breathless, chuckling into your mouth when you pull at his shirt, drawing him closer, lips chasing his with a soft whine, not ready to let him go. You kiss him deeper than before, memorizing the shape of his mouth, the taste of his lips against yours.

Bucky pulls back all the way then—breath ragged, pulse jumping at the soft, wanting look in your eyes. He glances around before leaning into you, voice rough against your ear.

“Wanna go to your place, doll?” He leans back slightly, eyes boring into yours as he waits for your answer.

You nod, hands still twisted into the front of his shirt.

“I need your words, doll.” He brushes your cheek with the back of his finger.

“Yes Bucky, let's go, please.” You try not to whine at the last word, fingers untwisting from his shirt, reaching shakily for the car door.

Bucky's hand closes around yours, broad chest pressing into your back until you can feel every hard plane of his body molding to your curves.

“Here, let me.” You inhale sharply at the feel of his breath on your neck, his voice gruff, fingers brushing over yours like you're something precious.

“You’re shaking doll.” He chuckles softly, amused at the way your hand shakes around the handle.

“Bucky, fuck— I don't— I just want you please.”

He grins smugly at the way you say it—all breathy and soft, back still pressed into his chest, practically vibrating in his hold with anticipation.

“Let's go doll.” He opens the door for you, hand resting gently on your waist, his fingertips burning holes through your shirt.

“What about—”

“They can figure themselves out. Need you.” He says the last part low and rough, and your stomach flips, chest rising and falling quickly.

Bucky rushes to the driver's side, pulling his seatbelt on and starting the car before his attention turns to you, hand resting heavy on your thigh, rubbing slow circles.

He looks over at you—slow, careful, scanning your features for any sign of hesitancy. He lifts his hand from your leg, reaching for your hand instead.

“You sure about this, doll? We don’t have to—”

“I want this. I want—I want you Bucky. I have for a long time.”

Something deep and heavy settles into Bucky’s chest then—overriding the lust and the way your breath has him hungry for all the other sounds you might make for him.

You want him.

He takes a shaky breath, lifting your hand to his and kissing the back, smiling at the way your heartbeat picks up, breath hitching in your throat at the simple movement.

“Yeah?” He tries to sound casual, like he hasn’t been wanting you for just as long, like this moment doesn’t mean anything more than hot heavy kisses and want settling deep into your bones.

“Yeah.” You bite back a smile, heart still beating out of your chest as Bucky’s thumb brushes slow circles into the back of your hand.

Because yes, you’re still nervous, still shaking slightly at the man next to you—all broad shoulders and pure force and hands that could crush a car beneath them.

But now you know how they feel against your body—soft and gentle, warm against your skin like you’re something to be worshipped—and you can’t wait to see exactly how he’ll use them.

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Or… well. As calm as he can be.

“Daddy, don’t move,” Maisie insists, her small fingers carefully separating a section of his hair. She’s perched behind him on the back of the couch, tongue poking out in concentration as she attempts what she proudly declared was going to be “a braid like Elsa.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Bucky murmurs, perfectly still despite the slight tugging.

On his right side, curled into him like she belongs there, is Lila. She’s tucked against his flesh arm, her cheek pressed to his chest, thumb absentmindedly brushing along the seam of his shirt. Her legs are thrown over his lap, fully claiming him as her personal pillow.

“I’m comfy,” she mumbles, already half-asleep.

“You look comfy, bug,” he says softly, dipping his head just enough to press a kiss to her hair—careful not to disrupt Maisie’s “masterpiece.”

That lasts all of three seconds.

“Daddy!”

Bucky barely has time to react before something collides into his left side—hard.

“Oof—” His vibranium arm comes up instinctively, steadying the small body now attempting to climb him like he’s a jungle gym.

“Look what I made!” Nora announces proudly, shoving a slightly crumpled drawing directly into his line of sight.

He shifts just enough to see it without disturbing the rest of his very delicate situation.

It’s… colorful.

Very colorful.

There’s a stick figure with long hair (you), a bigger one with a square torso (him, he assumes), and four smaller figures scattered around. One of them appears to have wings.

“Is that me?” he asks, tapping the larger figure.

Nora beams. “Yeah! And that’s you too—” she points to another one. “But that’s you when you’re a superhero.”

“Ah,” he nods solemnly. “I can tell by the… wings.”

“They’re not wings,” she says, scandalized. “That’s your metal arm.”

“Of course it is,” Bucky corrects immediately. “How could I miss that?”

Satisfied, Nora scrambles into his lap—well, what little lap space remains between her and Lila.

“Daddy, I wanna cuddle too.”

“C’mere, sweetheart.” He shifts carefully, adjusting his legs so she can wedge herself in without knocking Lila off entirely.

Behind him, Maisie groans. “Daddy, you moved!”

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, freezing again mid-adjustment. “Won’t happen again.”

“That braid better be worth it,” you murmur from where you’re sitting cross-legged on the floor, trying (and failing) not to laugh.

Bucky shoots you a look that says help me, but there’s no real distress behind it. His eyes are soft, warm, glowing in that way they only ever do when he’s surrounded like this.

When he’s theirs.

“Daddy!”

Another voice this time—Ellie—coming in at full speed from the hallway. She’s clutching a stuffed bunny in one hand and something shiny in the other.

“I found this!” she declares, climbing onto the armrest next to him.

“What’d you find, El?” he asks, shifting his vibranium hand to steady her before she can topple over.

“It’s your dog tags!” she says, dangling them in front of his face.

His chest tightens for half a second—old memories, old weight—but it melts just as quickly when she beams at him like she’s discovered treasure.

“You wanna wear them?” he asks gently.

Her eyes go wide. “Really?”

“Really.”

He carefully lifts them over his head, placing them around her neck. They hang comically low, nearly to her stomach, but she doesn’t care.

“I’m just like you!” she announces proudly.

“Yeah, you are,” he says softly, brushing his thumb over her cheek.

Now there are four of them on him.

Maisie behind him, still braiding with fierce determination.

Lila half-asleep against his chest.

Nora sprawled across his lap, holding her drawing like it’s sacred.

Ellie perched beside him, dog tags clinking as she wiggles with excitement.

And then—

“Daddy, I wanna sit too!”

The smallest voice yet.

She toddles over with unsteady steps, dragging a blanket behind her like a royal train. Her curls are a mess, her pajama top twisted, and her lip slightly stuck out in a pout.

“There’s no room,” she declares, deeply offended.

Bucky exhales a quiet laugh.

“C’mere, Pip.”

He somehow shifts again, making space by pulling her up onto his chest, right above Lila.

“There we go,” he murmurs, settling her carefully so she doesn’t squish her sister.

Piper immediately melts into him, tiny hands fisting in his shirt.

“All my girls,” he murmurs under his breath.

You catch it.

Of course you do.

Your heart does that soft, aching thing it always does when he says stuff like that—like he still can’t believe this is his life. Like he’s still waiting for it to disappear.

It won’t.

Not this.

Not the way Maisie proudly announces, “Daddy, I’m done!” and holds up what can only be described as the most chaotic braid you’ve ever seen.

Not the way Nora immediately demands, “Can I do the other side?”

Not the way Ellie leans into him, whispering, “I love you, Daddy.”

Not the way Piper is already snoring softly against his chest.

Not the way Lila sleepily murmurs, “Best movie day ever.”

Bucky just sits there in the middle of it all—hair half-braided, arms full, heart fuller—looking like a man who was carved from war but somehow remade for this.

For them.

For five little girls who see him not as something broken or dangerous, but as theirs.

“Love you too, doll,” he murmurs quietly, not even sure which one he’s answering.

It doesn’t matter.

You would say that you were lucky to have a boyfriend who knew you and your body as well as Erik did, the way he was able to tease things out of you with minimal effort, his ability to make you see stars and barely lift a finger.

At least you were lucky until he used it against you. 

When he’d asked if you wanted to use your wand, you’d been more than accepting, always loving the way that he used it when he fucked you, the perfect addition to his cock inside you. 

It had started out so nice, when he’d made you lay down on your back in his bed and kissed you so sweetly, getting you all worked up by barely touching you initially, ghosting his fingertips over your body and giving you nothing. 

You knew it was all in an attempt to get you needy and desperate, so that you were craving his touch by the time he was finally done resting your patient, he liked it when you were keening for him. 

Part of you thought it was a little bit cruel, while the other part relished in the way he just let you go brain dead and focus on nothing except the pleasure he was capable of giving you. 

So you let him tease you with his kisses, stayed on your back and ran your fingers through his hair while he let his own fingers slide down your body and begin to play with your clit slowly. 

He’d gotten to know your body intimately, he knew every little nerve like the back of his hand, and knew exactly how to elicit deeply charged reactions out of you. 

“Stop it, baby, please..” you begged, whispering against his cheek as you peppered his face with kisses. 

“I know.. I know you need it.. just be patient.” he ordered, leaning up to kiss your forehead as he continued to work on you painfully slowly.

At this rate, he was going to have you over the edge before he even got the wand out, maybe he knew that, and that was exactly why he was doing it. 

Without any warning, he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of you, your own wetness being more than enough lubrication, covering his knuckles within seconds. 

You let out a soft cry and shut your eyes, feeling the way your pussy pulsed around his fingers desperately, the way that he curved them inside of you and touched at that spot that always had you seeing stars.

“Fuck.. Erik..” you whimpered, trying hard to keep yourself together and not fall apart on his fingers less than ten minutes in, not that it hasn’t happened before. 

“Shh, Shh, it’s okay.” he whispered against the top of your head, pulling you against his chest so that you could feel the warmth of his body and keep yourself grounded with the feeling of his skin against yours. 

As you felt your entire body tighten into a knot, you snapped your thighs together and clenched them around his hand, feeling the way that your pussy pulsed around his fingers while you came, it was intense, it made you feel lightheaded.

He’d been so meticulous in the way he touched you, taken his time to the point that the build up of it all had left you speechless.

You sat there with your eyes closed, whimpering when he pulled his fingers out of you and patted your hair softly, shushing you and whispering words of encouragement.

It was always so funny how your boyfriend was like night and day, going from fucking you until you were crying out his name and pulling your hair, all the way to being so soft and caring for you all while taking his time to absolutely ruin you. 

It was like a peaceful bliss initially, laying there in the after glow of your orgasm, smiling with your cheek against his chest. 

That’s when you heard it.

When you heard the click of the switch and vibration starting up, you opened your eyes just in time to see Erik holding your wand, leaning his arm over to press it against your clit without warning.

“Aagh!” you cried out, trying to close your legs only for Erik to shoot forward and hold them open, moving so that his body was in between them leaving you open for him.

“Oh no, I’m not done with you yet.” he spoke with a smirk, running the end of the wand over your pussy slowly, up and down, it had you trying to reach forward and pull his arm away.

Of course you knew that he’d stop with one uttering of your agreed upon safe word, ready to go in case you truly were getting pushed over your limit.

Crying out softly seemed to be the only thing that you could do, the vibrations against your already sensitive clit making you tear up as your cheeks flushed. 

“You look so cute like this, baby.” he practically cooed at you, loving the way that your face changed expressions and your body was writhing underneath him. 

You could feel the vibrations all the way through to your pelvis, to the point that you almost felt like your toes were beginning to go numb. 

It was too much and not enough all at the same time, a cruel punishment that was just as much a reward at the same time.

The degree of trust that you put into him to be able to keep an eye on you and know when it was too much even if you didn’t voice it, you knew he was capable of keeping you safe and happy even when the two of you partook in activities like this.

The overstimulation was already getting to you, your sensitivity making it so that your body was soon rocked with a second orgasm, your head tipping back and your hands gripping the sheets so tightly that your knuckles began to lighten.

Yet Erik didn’t stop, he only turned the wand up higher, leading to a deep guttural sound from within your throat, whispers of blabber on your lips as he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head. 

“I can’t- I can’t baby-“

“I know you have one more for me. Come on, I’m not done yet.” 

His softly worded whispers were only making you cry more, feeling the tears beginning to prick at your eyes and drop down your cheeks.

Erik only kissed them away, peppering your entire face with kisses as you looked up at him, your reddened eyes and upturned brows only being received with a loving smile from him. 

“You’re doing so good baby, you’re nearly there.” 

He encouraged you and turned the wand up even higher, your volume being at its peak as you felt your thighs begin to shake. 

“That’s it, god you’re so pretty..” Erik spoke, half to you and half to himself, not that you would have been able to respond intelligently either way, you were now at a stage where you’d fallen completely non verbal, only able to babble softly. 

It only took you another few seconds before you reached your peak, your third and final orgasm sending you over a peak you didn’t even think possible, like an out of body experience.

There was such a feeling of release, like your entire body had seized up and then let go all at once, like hours and seconds all at the same time.

Erik stopped the vibrator as soon as it was clear you were cumming, tossing it aside to take you in his arms and help you ride it out as you gripped his arm so hard you were digging your nails into his skin.

At that point you didn’t even care if you broke his skin and made him bleed, you were just laying there panting and curling into a ball in his arms, shutting your eyes and tucking your face into his chest.

Every little movement you made sent shockwaves over your body, shivering in Erik’s arms as he rubbed your back and whispered soft praises to you.

“You did so good, baby, it’s okay, it’s over.”

He was used to the way you got after putting you through this, he always knew exactly what you needed.

Pulling the blanket over the two of you, he let you lay against his chest and sleep, your exhaustion taking hold the moment your head hit the pillow and you got as comfortable as you could muster yourself to be, still clinging to him tightly.

It wasn’t often that you argued with your boyfriend, and even when you did, it was hardly anything serious, over little things that you’d forget about the next day; as much as this was a similar scenario, you were feeling petty, it was in your nature.

Post argument, you had elected to use the silent treatment on each other, with Erik sitting on the couch, going through a few rounds of Mortal Kombat to burn through his frustration, while you elected to take a shower and have some time to yourself.

As you exited the bathroom, towel-dried hair and comfortable clothes on, you realised that as much as you were pissed off with him, you hated not being around him even more.

Coming over to the couch, you silently came and sat down next to him, crossing your arms and letting out a small huff, even if you were gonna give him the satisfaction of knowing you still wanted to sit with him, you’d make a point of letting him know he wasn’t out of the dog house yet.

“Are you finished?” he asked, not even bothering to take his eyes off the screen.

Whipping your head to him, you opened your mouth to say something, only to shut it and turn back to the TV with a small “Hmph.” 

Rolling his eyes, he continued to play as you seethed silently, occasionally letting out a heavy sigh to remind him that you were still pissy.

Of course, you would talk it out properly in a few hours, you always did, once you’d both calmed down and gotten all of the petty anger out of your systems, but for now, it was going to continue this way until one of you decided otherwise.

Eventually, your little sighs and tense changes of position on the couch had gotten too much for Erik, who let out a deep sigh and paused his game, leaning forward to place his controller on the small table in front of the couch.

“You gonna keep having a tantrum or am I gonna have to deal with this shit all night?” 

His words just made you even angrier, the fact he wasn’t taking you or your anger seriously, framing it as a tantrum.

Turning on the couch, you pushed your legs under you and kneeled slightly to face him.

“Why are you such an asshole all the time?!” you snapped, gesturing to him with your hands and looking across at him with wide eyes.

“Why are *you* so immature every waking moment?!” he clapped back, still looking forward as he spoke, as he rested the side of his head on his knuckle.

Letting out a frustrated groan, you crossed your arms and leaned back; this is exactly why you guys butted heads, you were both so incredibly stubborn when you both thought you were in the right, neither one ever wanted to accept defeat.

As your cheek’s grew hot, you made a move to get up from the couch, intent on separating yourself from him before you said something that you didn’t mean.

Not before you felt his hand wrapping against your upper arm, whipping you back around to look at him, standing in front of you, clearly having risen from the couch just as quickly as you had.

“You’re not gonna speak to me like that and then just walk away.” he warned, pulling you in closely so could hear him clearly even if his voice was low.

“Let go of me, Erik.” you snapped, glaring up at him.

“Not a fuckin’ chance.” he scoffed, “Sometimes I think you like pissing me off, you wanna get me all riled up?” 

Rolling your eyes, you turned your head away from him only for him to grab your chin and force you to look up at him.

Even if you didn’t want to admit it out loud, and would never give him the satisfaction of knowing, but he was right to a degree; it would have been a lie if the way he was manhandling you wasn’t causing your cheek’s to flush with more than just anger.

There wasn’t much hope of hiding that however, as Erik looked down at the way your eye’s bore into him, the way you were already starting to get antsy and shifting your weight from foot to foot.

“Oh, does that turn you on?” he scoffed with a small smirk, “You like it when I treat you like a bad girl?”

“Stop it.” you spoke softly, the anger in your voice fading away to become more breathless, you didn’t entirely mean it, you both knew that, the argument could be readdressed later, right now in this moment, there was a great use of energy presenting itself, and neither of you were refusing.

With on of his hands still holding you, he moved his other hand to grip your shoulder, pushing you onto your knees as that same hadn wrapped around to grip your hair, pushing your cheek against his clothed cock, already hard and twitching.

Letting out a small squeak of resistance, you shut your eyes tightly as the fabric of his jeans was rough against your skin, reaching forward to brace your hands on his thighs.

“Maybe I should just put that mouth to use, huh? That what you want?”

Even if you didn’t respond in words, the whimper you let out told Erik exactly what he needed to know, that you were well and truly at his mercy, even if you still tried to appear stubborn.

He released your hair for a few moments, using both of his hands to pull at his belt, the clinking sound of it unbuckling already enough to have you salivating, it might have been dramatic and an all-around bias to say it, but your boyfriend's cock genuinely was delicious.

It didn’t take him long to pull his jeans down, to release his hard cock, which stood at attention and bounced softly against his stomach as he released it from his jeans, pierced tip leaking milky pre cum.

As if out of a reflex, your mouth opened and your head leaned forward, already running your tongue over his shaft before he could even get a hold of it.

His hand returned to the back of your head, taking a handful of your hair and wrenching your head back to force you to look up at him.

“I don’t even think I should give this to you.” he muttered as he began to tap the tip against your tongue, which you accepted and stuck your tongue out further.

The whimper you let out was borderline pathetic, your brows furrowing as you tried to fight against the grip he had on your hair and lean your head forward.

“What do we say?” he snapped, giving a particularly hard tug on your hair that had you crying out softly.

“Please..” you cried out softly, staring up at him in an attempt to give him the biggest pair of puppy dog eyes that you were capable of putting on.

Staring down at you for a few moments, he let out a deep sigh, rolling his eyes and moving his hips forward.

“You know I can’t say no when you give me that look.” he muttered, a small sign of his softness coming through, to cut through the roughness he was currently treating you with.

Holding your mouth open, he pushed his pierced tip inside of your mouth first, letting you suckle on it softly as you closed your eyes, savouring that first taste of his pre cum over your tongue.

You could hear the sharp inhales that were leaving him, paired with the groans that came from deep within his throat.

“Fuck.. I’m not gonna last long..” he whispered to you, only encouraging you to suck harder, opening your eyes to look up at him.

As he pushed more of his cock into your mouth, you felt him starting to tickle the back of your throat, gagging softly and blinking tears out of your eyes.

“Thats it.. Shut the fuck up and choke on my dick..” he muttered, pushing himself even deeper into your mouth until the dark curly hair surrounding his base were brushing against your nose.

Letting him hold it there for a few seconds, you pushed your hands against his throat and gasped when he pulled his hips away, allowing you to breathe for a few seconds before he pushed it back in all over again.

Gripping your hair, you shut your eyes tightly and let Erik fuck your throat, causing wet slurping sounds to emit from you with each thrust.

Continuing to thrust into your throat, you could feel Erik’s dick beginning to twitch, paired with the sound of his grunts turning into higher-pitched moans, a telltale sign that he was close.

Moving your head with his thrusts, you put more effort into the way your head bounced softly, making sure he was going to cum as hard as possible. 

Letting him use your throat like this felt so slutty, yet in the best way possible, knowing that he was pissed with you and that this was the way he was letting out his frustration was a delightfully sinful feeling.

He always had your comfort in mind, knowing that if you were to tap him on the thigh, he’d stop straight away, it wouldn’t have been the first time. 

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum..I’m gonna cum..” he groaned, tilting his head back and shutting his eyes, thrusting into you even harder than before, willing yourself to power through it no matter how much it caused you to gag.

Before you knew it, you could feel ropes of cum starting to shoot into your mouth, taking it all as Erik held you still, a few more shallow thrusts into your mouth finishing him off with a deep grunt.

Making sure to swallow every last drop that he gave you, you gasped and coughed softly when he finally pulled away, releasing you from his hold and treating your lungs to air for what felt like the first time in ages.

Panting above you, Erik wiped his hand over his face, using his sleeve to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

“You okay?” he asked softly, helping you onto the couch with him and lying back to try and catch his breath.

Not speaking initially, you shut your eyes and caught up with your breathing, smiling to yourself, satisfied.

“I’m still right about the water bill.” you sighed under your breath, opening one of your eyes just in time to see him rolling his eyes and sighing deeply.

Every single time that you purposefully pushed his buttons, made a calculated effort to try and get him to lose his temper, each single time you got what you wanted, and you didn’t intend for today to be an exception to the rule.

With the deadline for the client he was talking with fast approaching, and with the amount of procrastinating that he’d used up, Erik was stuck at his desk, sketching away on his tablet to try and finish the complicated design that had been described in the email.

As easy as it would have been to keep it minimal, to make the job far easier for himself and just present a standard design, Erik had a reputation to uphold; he wasn’t going to let himself become known as a lackluster artist any time soon.

So naturally, it was the perfect time for you to come in and distract him.

You’d already tried a few times already, sitting on his bed in your underwear and occasionally coming over to try and kiss him on the neck, only for him to shake you off softly and get straight back to his work with a soft “Fuck off, I love you, but fuck off.” 

Well, that just wouldn’t do.

With a small huff, you sat back on the bed and crossed your arms, chewing on your bottom lip softly as you stared at the back of his head, with a glare that just might have made him explode with your mind if you tried hard enough.

If there was one thing that your boyfriend should have known about you by now, it was that no was not a word available in your vocabulary.

You gave him peace for maybe another ten minutes, let him progress further with his design, listening to the way he’d huff and press cancel on his tablet to erase the last few lines he’d shaded in before starting all over again.

When you could tell he was coming to a standstill in his process, you decided that it was the perfect time to strike.

Coming up behind him once more, you didn’t waste any time before your hands were reaching over his shoulders and down his stomach, reaching the waistband of his charcoal coloured sweatpants and letting your fingertips slip underneath them.

Even if he didn’t physically stop you, you felt Erik still and let out an annoyed sigh.

“Don’t.” he warned, his voice low and lacking in any patience for you.

You ignored his warning, just like you always did, and let your hand continue into his sweatpants, feeling his cock already half hard and twitching to attention softly when you wrapped your fingers around the shaft.

Hearing him inhale sharply through his teeth, you smiled to yourself and laid a few soft kisses against his neck, beginning to slowly pump his cock and move your wrist up and down.

Bringing your thumb to run over the tip, circling over the silver ball of the thick curved barbell, you heard him let out a hiss, and his hips jumped softly, thrusting into your hand.

“I’m serious, if you don’t stop-” he cut himself off with a deep groan from within his chest as you sped up the movements of your hand.

He just might have been toying with you, giving you the chance to stop and let him get back to his work, cock hard and wanting touch or not, but of course, you didn’t; it was all part of the game, and you both knew it.

Pissing him off was all just part of the fun at the end of the day.

“Okay, you know what-” 

Just as quickly as he let you think he was putty in your hands, Erik shot up from his chair and turned to look at you, his shoulders moving up and down with his harsh breaths, before he reached forward to grip the back of your neck tightly.

He didn’t say anything as you pulled you by the back of your neck to the bed, practically throwing you on it to land on your stomach with a soft “Oomph!”

Before you even had the chance to turn around, Erik’s hands wrapped around your ankle, dragging you to the edge of the bed and causing you to let out a soft squeal. 

“Shut the fuck up.” he grunted, his hands coming to the waistband of your panties only to pull them off harshly, explosing your cunt to the cold air which made you gasp out softly.

You could hear him pulling his sweatpants off, all before you felt the head of his cock pushing against your slit, the cold metal ball of his piercing causing for you whimper.

“If you want cock that bad, I’ll fucking give it to you.” 

He didn’t waste time with his usual movements when he fucked you, he didn’t smack your ass, didn’t even play with your clit, he was determined to get his cock inside you as quickly as possible, no matter if it hurt or not.

You cried out as he pushed himself inside you, the soft sting making you wriggle your hips softly, only for him to promptly grab onto them and hold you there with a grip that was most definitely going to bruise tomorrow. 

“I thought you wanted this? You don’t want to be fucked?” he asked as he continued to push forward with his hips, almost bottoming out just as you shook your head, shutting your eyes tightly and letting out a pathetic cry.

“No, please, daddy.. I want it..” 

You heard another deep sigh come from above you, As Erik finally pushed himself inside you to the hilt, sitting there for only a few seconds to let you get used to the feeling. “You need to make your mind up, you stupid slut..” 

He gave you probably about five seconds to adjust to the feeling of him inside you before he pulled out harshly, almost completely save for his pierced tip, before slamming his hips back inside you at a slow, but still brutal pace, using his strength to focus on the harshness of his thrusts as opposed to speed.

Even if his thrusts were slow, they were hard, kissing that soft spongey spot up inside you that had you crying out, fingers digging into the bedsheets as your eyes rolled into the back of your skull. 

“O-oh my go-o-o-d,” you cried out, each sound accompanying the timing of his thrusts, before he reached forward to grab a fistful of your hair and pull, causing your back to arch so far you could see him above you.

As he continued to thrust, his speed increased, beginning to settle into a pace that had your nerves lighting up in waves across your whole body; you could have sworn that your toes started to go numb.

Your mouth hung open, deep gasps and inhales sounding out as Erik fucked you angrily, making his annoyance towards you for distracting him clear as day.

“God, you were that fucking hungry for cock you don’t even care how you get it..” he breathed, making a point of speeding up his thrusts to the degree that you could feel your head beginning to go light. 

It felt like your entire body was going numb, and yet feeling everything all at once, all while your moans were starting to fade into soft cries, your thighs shaking as Erik held you up by your hips, ensuring that your ass remained upright for him to continue fucking your pussy.

“Daddy.. I-I can’t..” you cried softly, feeling your stomach beginning to twist and turn, your body responding to him in a way that made it feel like you were on fire, your head thrum with the loud bangs of your own heartbeat, your back pulled back and arched to the point that you knew you were going to be walking funny tomorrow.

The sick mix of pain and pleasure was overstimulating you in a way that had tears beginning to fall down your hot cheeks.

“Yes you can.” he ordered, continuing to piston into you and split you open with his cock, feeling the way that your entire body was beginning to shake.

Whether it was pity or he simply wanted to get it over with, Erik’s hand left your hair, reaching forward and underneath your stomach to begin rubbing quick and harsh circles on your clit, causing you to emit a cry of his name.

“I’m gonna cum inside this pussy, and then you’re gonna leave me alone and let me work?” he questioned, watching the way that you nodded your head and began to let out unintelligible sounds.

“Use your fucking words, you stupid slut, you too drunk on daddy’s cock to speak?”

Opening your mouth, you tried so hard to form words, only blubbering out utter nonsense before you felt your stomach beginning to tighten, your hand reaching around to grip Erik’s wrist, nails digging into his skin harshly.

“Oh fuck, you’re cumming aren’t you? I can feel you fucking squeezing me.” Erik seethed, continuing to rub the harsh circles on your clit and ride you through your orgasm as he fucked you, his pace speeding up as his thrusts began to grow shallow, barely even pulling out of you and just hitting that same spot deep in your stomach repeatedly.

Just as quickly as your orgasm washed over you, you felt Eriks hips stop suddenly, pushing a few more slowed thrusts into you as he began to paint your walls with his cum, the pair of you there on his bed with your moans turning into deep and tired panting.

He stayed inside you for a few moments, hanging his head forward and trying to catch his breath, before he pulled out slowly, making a point of keeping one of his hands planted firmly on your ass so that he could watch his cum leak out of your hole slowly.

Laughing softly, Erik let a soft smack fall against your ass, letting you fall onto your side as lay there panting with your eyes closed. 

He leaned forward and brushed your hair out your face, laying a kiss on your forehead.

“How was that? satisfying enough for you?”

When you couldn’t form any words aside from a small hum as a smile came across your features, Erik couldn’t hide his own smile, shaking his head and letting out a small scoffed laugh before he pulled the blanket over your shaking body.

“I’ll get you some water.” he said softly, before leaving the room to head to the kitchen.