Eternally Daydreaming

His reply was the loud turn of a bolt lock. He sat up straight and set his hands on the table, trying to look unbothered by the whole affair. Wasn’t the first, nor would it be the last, time he’d been arrested for something stupid and hauled into the police station. Ridiculous, really, given who he was, but the law was the law apparently.  

The door shut behind him and the sharp click of heels on the stone moved closer to him. He didn’t bother turning to look. 

“They sent you in, huh?” He smirked and scratched an itch on his cheek with one thumb. 

“You asked for me specifically, didn’t you, Mr. Barnes?” Her voice was confident, the look on her face when she sat across from him more so. 

The bright red lipstick she wore caught his eye. The glasses perched on the end of her nose made him lick his lips. Agent Y/N Y/L/N was nothing but a professional. Her knee-length charcoal pencil skirt was sharp, her pale blue button down shirt crisp and unwrinkled. She wore a thin gold bracelet on her left wrist, the only piece not sanctioned by the FBI. 

“I sure did, doll,” he drawled, staring until her eyes met his. “Nice to see ya.” 

She cleared her throat. “Mr. Barnes, you may address me as Agent.” 

He sucked his teeth through a grin and leaned in, clasping his hands on the table. “Alright, Agent. How about you put your signature on the release forms and we go get a drink, huh? You look like you could use one.” 

Y/N cleared her throat and scowled. “Now…” Flipping open the manilla case file she’d brought with her, Y/N scanned the arrest warrant quickly. “You are in violation of your parole agreement. You did not show up for your last two mandated therapy sessions… and you are accused of assaulting a man at a pub on 5th street. Is that correct?” 

He scooted the chair back a bit and dropped his hands to his lap. “You tell me, Agent. You have the paperwork.” His dismissive attitude made her lips purse into a tight line. He kinda liked it. 

She sighed. “Mr. Barnes, do you intend on being combative throughout this entire interview?” 

Bucky tipped his head to the side and stuck his tongue into the corner of his mouth, cocky and enjoying the view. “Probably.” 

Her nostrils flared subtly and she closed the folder. Without another word, she stood up and slowly walked to the corner of the room, where, on her tiptoes, she reached up and unhooked the security camera. 

Bucky leaned forward, squinting at her. “I think you’re supposed to leave that on. You know, for my safety.” 

Y/N huffed out a confident laugh. “Your safety? You could kill me in an instant.” 

“And who says I won’t?” 

Heels clicked loudly. Bucky held his breath. 

“I do.” Now at his side, Y/N reached again, this time for his stubbled face. She squeezed a finger into each cheek and yanked his head up to look at her. “You won’t do a fucking thing unless I tell you to.” His sapphire eyes glazed over and he exhaled a heavy breath. “Will you?” 

“No.” 

She squeezed tighter and leaned close, nearly brushing her painted lips against his. “No, what?” 

“No, Agent,” he hurried out, voice low and shaky. 

As a reward, Y/N stuck her tongue out and licked across his mouth. He moaned. “Good boy.” She dropped her hand from his mouth and lay it on his leg. “I don’t expect anymore back talk from you, James.” Her hand pushed firmly up his jeans to cup his crotch. “Is that clear?” 

Bucky swallowed hard and nodded. “Y-yes.” Lifting his cuffed hands, he mimicked locking his lips and tossing the key over his shoulder. “Promise.” 

Y/N began to rub his bulge with slowly increasing speed and pressure. “Good. We’ve got a lot to get through and I have plans this evening. I don’t want to be here longer than I have to.” 

His cock was painfully erect against his tight pants and the pressure of her palm. He hissed when she traced the line of him with her thumb; moaned when she took her hand away. “But-” 

She clicked her tongue disapprovingly at his protest and stepped between his knees and the long table. “I thought you were going to be quiet.” Shaking her head, Y/N hiked up her pristine pencil skirt and sat on the edge of the desk. She hung her heels on the arms of his chair; legs wide and red  panties on display. 

Bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of her. “Agent, this seems extremely unprofessional.” 

“Does it?” Y/N grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his face down to her covered pussy. “Lick.” 

A superbly lustful moan rumbled in his throat and Bucky obeyed. He pressed his open mouth against the red silk and exhaled a hot breath that made her legs twitch. The fingers in his hair tensed and he lay his tongue flat over her, dampening the fabric. 

“There you go…” 

He rolled his tongue a few times and then looked up. “This would be a lot more fun without the handcuffs, ya know.” 

Y/N tugged on his locks, making him grimace. “If you’re talking, you’re not eating.” 

Another moan and he was back at it, pushing the tip of his tongue into the silk, forcing it into her. She squirmed and let him go, leaning back with both elbows on the table. “Mmm, good boy…” 

Bucky shook his head hard, rubbed his nose over her clit, anything to give her the pressure and friction she required. When her hips began to jerk against his face, he sucked at the fabric, snagging her clit between his lips. Her thrusts quickened and she bit her lip to stay quiet, only huffing out his name on clipped breaths. Every movement, moan, shake of her thighs egged him on. When she slapped the table, barely able to hold back, Bucky tongued her panties to the side and sealed his lips around her clit. 

She held her breath and came on his hot mouth, soaking the silk. Proud and hard as a rock, Bucky kept licking at her slit until he was unceremoniously shoved back in his seat. 

Y/N stared at him as she hopped off of the table and slowly peeled her panties off. Her heels clicked one after the other as she stepped out of the wet fabric. “Good job,” she praised, still stern in her tone but shivering from the pleasure. 

Bucky licked his lips and grinned. “I am pretty good at that.”

Annoyed that he’d spoken, Y/N balled up the crotch of her panties and shoved them roughly between his ruddy lips. “I said shut up, didn’t I?”

“Nuut esackty-” He mumbled around the silk, earning him a growl. 

She grabbed his collar and tugged. “Get up.” 

He stumbled onto his feet and fell forward as she pushed him down onto the table. Coming up behind him, Y/N roughly undid his belt as he settled onto his forearms and stuck his ass out. His cock was throbbing by the time she managed to pull his jeans down, and she rubbed the beads of pre-cum down his shaft in her tight fist. 

Blue eyes rolled back and a muffled moan spilled free. 

“Needy little boy, aren’t you?” 

He whined in response, pushing his hips forward. She held her hand still and let him fuck into it, slapping his ass when his shoulders started to shudder. 

On the very edge of cumming, Bucky grunted out her name and Y/N pulled her hand away, leaving him shaking and unsatisfied. His shocked groan made her smile. 

“You did good.” She said, lifting his pants back up and tucking his aching cock away. “I’ll sign the release forms…” She buckled his belt tight and then slapped his ass hard. “And I’ll see you at home.” 

Heels clicked loudly and Bucky stood up, dizzy and amazed. He spat the panties from his mouth and held them out to her. “You forgot these.” 

Y/N spun around and came back to him, snatching the ruined silk from his hand. She pushed up on her tip toes and kissed him hard as she tucked the panties into his jacket pocket. “You should hold onto those,” she said, patting his cheek. “I kinda like it when you can’t speak.” 

Bucky sighed as the door slammed shut, still shaky from his denial and her kiss. She was one hell of an agent.

The only light in the small room came through the open door leading into the church proper, and from the blinking EMF reader Dean Winchester carried. He fiddled with the dials a bit, squinting in the darkness at the needle, and decided the room was clear. 

“No ghosties here,” he laughed to himself.  

It actually wasn’t very funny as he was almost 99% sure the church was not haunted, by ghosts anyway. The nun they’d talked to had insisted that something was haunting the place, making books fall off of tables, candles blow out, and generally creeping everyone out. Most of those things could be explained by a draft, but when the old nun mentioned witnessing a stream of bubbling blood flowing from a statue of the Blessed Virgin… Well, Dean couldn’t ignore that. Neither could Y/N who was currently scoping out the rest of the place. He couldn’t remember why they’d split up, but it really didn’t matter. Nothing was jumping out at them for the moment. 

Deciding he should catch up with her anyway, Dean stuffed the EMF into the pocket of his black jacket. While he was at it, he tugged a bit on the stiff, white plastic collar shoved into his shirt. He hated the priest get-up. Not that he thought it was wrong or anything- he just hated the get up. Maybe someday, he hoped, he’d get to be a naval commander or something with a sexy uniform.

A noise caught his ear, something strange echoing from beyond the door, so he went forth, on guard; holy water flask ready and waiting in his back pocket. 

The altar was glowing. Not by any supernatural means, but by a row of candles that he was fairly sure hadn’t been there when they arrived. He squinted curiously at them and then looked out into the sea of wooden pews. Shadows hid most of the giant nave, but he was not concerned with anything lurking in the dark. 

The noise echoed again and Dean realized what it was as his eyes fell to the red carpet separating the sanctuary from the pews. There, in the middle of the wide walkway, was Y/N. She was on the floor, but not hurt. Dean’s jaw dropped and his cock stirred inappropriately. 

Her nuns’ habit was tossed aside and her hair was free, falling down her shoulders when her head fell back. The black robes she wore were gone as well, exposing a black lace bra that pushed her tits up high, and matching lace knee-high stockings. Her panties were nowhere to be found, but Dean didn’t seem to notice their invisible nature. No, his gaze was locked on Y/N, who was held up by one arm, her legs spread wide and cocked at the knee. She moaned loudly as her wrist pumped fast against her pussy, fucking her wet hole with something he couldn’t put his finger on. 

“Y/N? Holy shit!” He liked sex- oh, boy did he. And sex with Y/N was something out of this world. But this- getting your rocks off in the middle of a church- this was just… wrong.

Licking her lips, Y/N’s eyes rose to the altar and locked on Dean’s. She moaned loudly again and he felt another surge of lust shoot straight down his body. OK, maybe it wasn’t so wrong…

“Are you serious right now?” He gaped, not quite sure what to do besides keep staring. 

Her hips rocked and her hand pumped faster. She threw her head back and wailed as she came, her passionate cry bouncing off of the stone building. 

“Fuck!” She hummed a mind-meltingly sexy tone and pulled the object from her pussy. Dean gasped as he realized it was a large gold crucifix. The metal pulled a mess of wetness as it was removed and a dark spot appeared on the clean red carpet. 

Stunned, Dean nearly fell down the short stack of steps as he moved closer. “What the fuck are you doing?” His breath caught and his pupils burst wide as she brought the cross to her lips and licked it clean. 

“Enjoying myself,” she replied, dragging the front of the crucifix down across her tits. She paused on the left to rub it across her nipple and Dean had to swallow back a lustful moan. “Never cared much for the man, but Jesus just rubbed my g-spot so fucking good.” 

Dean’s jaw dropped. “Uh… We- um- we should get back to work.” His voice was shaky, his words unsure. All the blood in his brain was unavoidably rushing down to his cock. He tugged on his slacks to adjust. 

Y/N pushed the cross further down her delicious body and tapped the tip across her clit. She sucked in a deep breath and grinned. “Should we? Maybe we could just…fuck.” 

With her empty hand, she crooked a finger at Dean who felt compelled by some evil force to make his way to her. He knew the force was just his libido, but was it? 

He floated over the carpet and fell to his knees between hers. She laughed at his dazed expression, and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. Her tug brought him closer, her heat made his protests melt.

“You wanna be a naughty boy with me, Dean?” she asked, her voice slow and sultry. 

He nodded, unable to find words. His cock was throbbing, his entire body aching for her. 

“Yeah, you do.” Her legs closed around him and she swept the crucifix across his plump lips. He moaned as her scent flooded his mind. “That’s it… open up.”  His lips parted on command and Y/N pushed the golden relic inside. “Suck.” 

Unable to resist, Dean closed his lips around the cross, feeling the intricately carved figure of Christ rumble across his tongue as she slid it in and out. The taste of her cunt zinged through him and he sucked it down, hungry for every drop. 

While he hummed in hypnotic lust, Y/N opened his pants and guided his cock from his boxers. He moaned as she tapped the thick head against her clit. He shuddered when she took him deep inside. 

“Mmm. The great Dean Winchester just earned himself a one-way ticket back to Hell!” She tucked her heels against his ass and lifted her hips, fucking herself on his thick cock. Her cackle rang through the church and the saints hid their eyes. 

He was in a daze, unable to focus on anything but sucking the cross and the way her cunt felt as she came again and again on his cock. The tightness, wetness of her was overwhelming and he could barely breathe. 

“I think you need to lick something else for a while,” she growled, yanking the cross from his mouth. 

He swayed on his knees and whimpered at the loss. Y/N tossed the cross behind her, done with the precious object. It hit a pew and the resounding clang cleared his head. He looked down at Y/N and saw the blackness overtake her eyes as the demon inside smirked. 

“Y/N?” 

She yanked the priestly collar from his throat and stuffed it in his mouth. “Not Y/N.” 

Anger rushed his system and Dean spat the plastic from his mouth and fell forward. He caught her wrists and pinned them by her head as he crushed the rest of her with his full weight. 

“Get out of her!” 

The demon hissed and struggled. He was still inside of her, she was stuck in every way. “Fuck you, Winchester!”

Dean clenched his teeth and tapped into his memory. 

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas!”

“No!” Her roar stung his ears and she twisted against him. 

“Omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica!”

“I will eat you alive starting at your feet,” she hissed, “so you can watch yourself be consumed!”

Dean huffed a tired laugh. “Not today, sweetheart. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te!"

Black smoke erupted from Y/N’s mouth, filling the air and swirling around them. Lightning crackled inside of it and Dean watched as it rushed through the stained glass above his head. 

Y/N went limp beneath him, her breathing slow, her skin cool. 

“Hey!” He climbed off of her and lifted her head from the floor. “Hey! Come on, baby, wake up.” 

Her eyes fluttered. 

“That’s it, come on. Open your eyes.” 

Her chest rose with a heavy breath and Y/N looked up, smiling into worried green eyes. “Didja kill it?” 

He sighed and kissed her forehead, relieved and furious at the evil he’d endured. “It’s gone.” 

Slowly, she sat up and looked at the mess around them. “Fuck.” 

“Were you…” Dean hesitated a moment, then: “Were you awake for any of that?” 

Y/N shivered. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

He nodded. “So, you were.” 

“Dean?” 

He smiled softly. “Yeah, Y/N?” 

“If you tell anyone about this I will bite your dick off.” 

It was his turn to shiver. “Please don’t talk about eating me.” 

Y/N laughed sadly. “Yeah… good call.” 

“Afternoon,” he said, voice so deep it echoed through the lift and her head. 

She nodded, eyes on his big boots. “Good afternoon, sir.” Her voice was shaky, her heart was racing. 

The doors closed slowly. Soldier Boy moved closer. His towering figure radiated heat; his namesake Vought cologne tickled her nose.  

He cleared his throat. She shivered. 

“Busy day down in the steno pool?”

Y/N rolled her shoulders, standing up straighter and lifting her chin. “I don’t know. I’m not a secretary.” 

He noted the hint of defiance in her tone and huffed smugly. “So what is it that you do, missy?” 

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she replied, then regretted it. He could literally kill her with a snap of his fingers; the best idea wasn’t to correct his out-dated, sexist speech. “I’m-I’m an analyst on the 10th floor. Marketing.”

“Well, look at you.” He chuckled. “So you’re in charge of making all those ridiculous fucking Homelander toys I see around? The fucking… Deep Action Figure with… what is it? Karate chop action? You know, I have a black belt in karate. I chopped down Nazis. I broke through commies like wooden boards. I don’t see that pussy-ass clam muncher chopping anything but dick, you know what I mean?” 

She did not, but she kept her mouth shut and threw a polite smile over her shoulder. “Mhm.”

Soldier Boy licked his lip slowly and her head snapped back around. This gasp was arousal. She was pretty sure about that.  

He stepped up closer and bent down to speak softly into her ear. “Be honest. They still got you making coffee and sucking cock down there, don’t they?” 

“Excuse me? I’m a manager!” More regret. Wider eyes. She spun back around fast and stared at the closed doors, praying the damned elevator would move faster. “S-sorry.” 

The man shifted closer, removing all space between, and pressed his chest into her back. Reaching around, he hit the emergency stop button and the elevator jerked to a halt. Her stomach lurched with it and she dropped her stack of books. 

“You’re a little mouthy thing, aren’t you?” The rumble of his voice passed through his chest into every inch of her. “Luckily you got other things going for you…” Before she could be confused at his words, Soldier Boy closed his arms around her and set both gloved hands on her breasts. Y/N swallowed down a shocked yell. “Two things, actually.” His fingers closed and a strange mix of disgust and arousal jolted through her. “Two nice things.” He laughed and groped her harder, kneading her tits until she moaned. “Oh, you like this, don’t you? Such a little slut.” 

Y/N shook her head to protest, but a hard squeeze pushed the thought away. Maybe she was a slut. Maybe she enjoyed gorgeous, strong, horrible men touching her in elevators at work. Maybe-

“Fuck!” 

While her mind wandered, his hands had too. Soldier Boy tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt and hiked it up. The feel of his gloves on her skin was incredible and new; the breaths he left on her neck were intoxicating. Her head rolled back and landed on his shoulder. 

“Oh, you are a slut,” he growled, bucking his hips into her backside. “Nice to know Vought still hires loose women.” 

Anger rushed through her but it faded quickly when the massive hard line of his erection pressed against her. She gasped and moaned, wanting to turn around and fall to her knees. Maybe his power was actually some sort of arousal spell. Maybe- 

Soldier Boy rocked his hips faster and fondled her tits harder. His quips died down, replaced with heavy breaths and the occasional grunt. All Y/N could do was stand there, pinned between his firm body and his giant hands. When his fingers slipped into her bra and tugged her nipples, she nearly came, letting out a long, shuddering moan. 

That did it, apparently. Soldier Boy thrust his hips twice more and grunted loudly. He stilled, forehead dropping to her shoulder for a moment before he whistled and let her go. 

“Damn. Gotta go change my slacks now.” 

Y/N quickly began to fix herself as he pressed the stop button, and then 99. The cables tugged the car back up to the top floor.  

Soldier Boy leaned his shoulder against the wall and watched as she tucked her shirt back in. The wet spot on his pants was obvious, as was the returning erection. 

“Can I interest you in a quick fuck back at my place?” 

His smirk was divine, but there was no way she’d accept his invitation. 

“N-no, thank you. Sir.” 

He heaved a heavy sigh and shrugged. “Your loss.” The doors opened and he pushed off the wall. “You know, you start putting out and they’ll move you up to executive secretary faster.” He winked and Y/N cringed. “Maybe… I don’t know, try a little lipstick too.” He looked her over. “Heels, maybe. High. High heels. Really put those gams to work.” 

She had never been more grateful for elevator doors to close in someone’s face.