Life Is My Movie

“You need to leave her alone.” Tony spoke, his voice cutting through the haze.

“He can’t.” Steve countered. “He won’t.”

“What do you expect me to do?” Tony raised an eyebrow, still in his suit and still on the edge of forcibly removing Bucky from you.

“They’re too far gone, Tony! To try and remove her from him-“

“He’s almost feral,” a woman called, a woman you would later recognize in your memories as Natasha Romanoff, “Barnes is at the point where he would destroy anyone in his path who threatened the omega.”

It was noice spoken by shapes, soloists, pixels. You only saw Bucky, you only wanted to see Bucky.

“You need me.” He hummed against your neck.

“I need you.” You parroted, though not without your own want and need. “It hurts, Bucky. I can’t take it anymore. It’s burning me from the inside out.”

“They’re going to fuck each other. It can either happen here,” Natasha commented coolly, “or you can let Barnes take her someplace more comfortable and deal with it later.”

His hand slid around your back, a trail of warmth following the path of his hand. He had stopped the trail until his large hand had gripped your ass through your jeans, shifting you closer to him. He had angled your body without any resistance, allowing himself to grind his thick, aching hard on, his tireless bulge against your covered core.

You gasped, your head nearly thrown back and your eyes about to roll back in your head from the thrash of white hot pleasure that made you unbearably weak.

“He will face consequences.” Tony hurled the vow before standing down, ordering the few beta agents to back up to give him room. “Get him out of here. Now.”

With the departure of Tony and the beta agents, Bucky’s grip had loosened on you just enough to temporarily ease the haze. Though he was still shielding your body with his, and his hands were still full with you, he had left a little space to allow you to breathe easier.

“You can’t keep her here, Bucky. You need to take her someplace private. Don’t let everyone see this.” Steve was the clarity Bucky needed. Steve was the voice of reason that got to Bucky.

“I’m not letting her go, Steve.” Bucky’s voice was filled with untethered lust, boiling and bubbling and all consuming.

“You don’t have to let her go.” Steve countered. “But don’t make her first time with you be a public event.”

You reached up and cupped Bucky’s cheeks, bringing his attention back to you. Your eyes met, your gazes locked and stayed locked. His blue eyes were dark and deep, a glimmer of the animalistic alpha that was raging within. “Let’s go.”

The words were spoken and had an immediate effect on Bucky. He had closed the minimalistic space between you two, securing his hold on you as he turned and started stalking away from the reception desk back toward the elevator, to take you back to their floor.

“It’ll be over soon.”

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Your back hit the mattress in a hurried state, your shirt was ripped in two and discarded as you crawled back on the bed until your head nearly hit the top of the headboard. He was watching you with iridescence surrounding him with a radiant glow that made Bucky appear as if he was the embodiment of sun himself, a burning and intense heat that was all consuming.

You were waiting for it. You were waiting for the fire and the heat, the delectable burning of skin touching skin.

You were exposed, your jeans gone and crumpled in the living room, kicked under a couch. Your shirt was ripped to shreds, your bra on the brink of being broken from the sheer force of him pulling and tearing your shirt.

All that was in tact was your underwear, the plain yet pretty material soaked through from your slick, drenched from the sudden and rampant heat that sent you into a tailspin. It was sudden, it was powerful and you were helpless to stop it.

To stop him.

Not that you wanted to, not that you were overtly motivated to stop Bucky from biting you, from taking you back to their floor. You hadn’t stopped it nor had you spoken the solidifying rejection of Bucky and Steve.

You didn’t want to. You knew they were good men and even better alpha’s.

“Do you want me to beg?” Your voice was hoarse and raspy from desire, your legs shaking from the rippling waves of desire, want and impatience.

“I won’t make you beg,” Bucky told you, removing the layers on his body, bringing your attention squarely to him, “not tonight anyway.”

He slowly got onto the bed, the mattress dipping from the weight of his body at the point of his knees. He ascended upon you, covered your body with his in the blink of an eye. His hands moved to the sides of your head trapping you in his hold, while he drove his knee between your thighs, opening your legs to him. He was hovering above you, his lips mere moments from touching yours.

“I will still give you a chance to back out.” He spoke with clenched teeth, as if the prospect of letting you go, of loosening you from his grip was causing him physical pain and you imagined it would have. You were already marked, you were his.

If you really hadn’t accepted the mark, the claiming bite, it wouldn’t have take. If your body and mind had sensed something detrimental about Bucky, your body would’ve rejected the claiming mark.

Yet, your body took his bite almost too naturally. There was no qualms from the part of you, the basest part of you that was an omega, about having Bucky as an alpha. You wanted it, you were pleased by it.

“I want you,” you slipped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer, “to take me.”

His lips met yours, his fingers wrapped around the band of your simple panties and hugged. You heard the elastic snap as they came undone, those too were discarded to the side with little regard.

Bucky’s kiss grew with intensity and ferocity as he grabbed the back of your knee and jerked your leg until you were bared to him. With his mouth occupying yours and his hands working at both his jeans and the remnants of your bra, you were blissfully welcomed into a state of eroticism.

“Bucky…” you gasped when he rid you of the remnants of your bra, your breasts exposed and your nipples hardened. You gasped his name as he pulled his lips away from yours and focused their attention on your hardened nipples that were aching to be suckled.

“Omega,” he grunt, positioning his cock at the entrance of your cunt, “sweet little omega…”

You had never felt as exposed and wet, you had never felt such a gush of slick coating your pushy walls, dripping down your thighs and coating the bed below you. That was all Bucky, that was all a reaction to your heat that was begging to be dealt with in the most sexualized manner.

The tip of his cock, bulbous and seeping, was inch by agonizing inch, being pushed between your swollen, slick pussy walls. His cock was being pushed into your awaiting heat, your cunt welcoming him as a lifelong friend that you didn’t know you had.

“Shit.” You grimaced, feeling your walls already being stretched by the sheer size and width of Bucky’s cock. It was delightful, it was enough to make you weep from pleasure, but you had never experienced an alpha who was so big.

“It will feel good.” He promised you, soothing you by crooning into your ears. “I know how to make my omega feel good.”

His held your hip in his right hand while his vibranium fingers were teasing the little hard nub above your pussy. It was the distraction you needed, it was the distraction you wanted.

You arched your back against him, feeling positively stuffed when he bottomed out, his cock nearly splitting your in two. He was in you from tip to base, his cock stretching your walls, claiming them as his own.

“You feel so good.” Bucky grunt against your neck, rocking his hips slowly when your insignificant groans of slight pain had shifted to airy gasps and moans. “You were born for this, weren’t you?”

Your fingernails dug into his back, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper into you, though it seemed impossible. You were lost to the feeling of fullness, to the feeling of immeasurable heat and warmth that was cascading through your body from your head to your toes.

“Yes,” your voice was almost indistinguishable, “yes I was made for this.”

He rocked his hips, he thrust his cock in and out of you. His fingers were still teasing and pinching your clit, the motion of his fingers and the vibration bringing you toward a place of madness.

“You are my little omega.” Bucky flicked his tongue against your left nipple, he lapped at your hardened tit like a babe hungry for milk. His lips were latched into your nipple while you were moaning, whining, whimpering and melting against him. Every action and every touch was electrified and it was bringing you to an all time high.

“No.” Bucky grunt after removing his mouth from your tit. “No you don’t get to cum yet.”

He pulled out of you and with a quick jerk, flipped you over to your stomach. He was on you in an instant, his hands gripping your hips as he aligned his cock up with your entrance and then he slammed back into you.

Your mouth opened wide in a delightful yet strangled scream, your fingers gripping into the mattress, your nails digging and cutting through the sheets as he fucked you from behind.

“You want my cum?” His voice took a turn, it deepened to a point that was beastly. “I’m going to fill your hot little cunt with my seed.”

He was ruthless, slamming against you, sending the headboard crashing into the wall. He was an animal fucking his bitch, a man so crazed by lust there would be no reasoning with him.

“Yes!” You squealed when he grabbed your hair and pulled you back. He had pulled your back to his chest and ran his arm up your bare stomach, his hand wrapped around your throat. “Oh Bucky…”

“If only you could see yourself,” he nipped at your earlobe, “taking my cock like a good little whore.”

He held your neck but hadn’t squeezed. He held you possessively against his body as he impaled you in his thick, throbbing length.

“You’re going to take all my cum.” His thrusts became sloppy, uncoordinated. “You’re going to take it all.”

You were going to go crazy, you knew that.

“Give it to me.” You were desperate for release. “Give it all to me.”

Bucky turned his head and bit down on the newly created mark. He bit back into the mark that still hadn’t healed, and it sent you overboard. You weren’t able to do anything than scream his name as your entire body shook with your orgasm that left you unable to think. Your mind went blank as a white hot orgasm ripped through you.

You fell to your hands and knees while he was still cumming. You could feel the head of his cock twitching as spasming as he spurt his thick, hot seed into your pussy.

You were next hit with exhaustion that made you collapse onto the bed. You were helpless to move, and like before, Bucky took care of you.

He pulled you into his awaiting chest and wrapped the blanket around you. He kept his arm around your waist to hold you against him, his body was your cocoon. He was protecting you, he was shielding you as your body, as your pussy, twitched from being used so well and so roughly.

Despite being so exhausted, you still wouldn’t have changed a moment.

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