Mickimoo

Gathering your courage, and the fire of desperation simmering insistently in your belly, you shoved against Steve’s chest, trying to twist your knee up into his groin while creating some distance between you and the two men. But Steve was stronger and quicker, and he simply yanked you closer, allowing Bucky to crowd you into the broad body of his enforcer.

You were stuck, and it didn’t take long before you recognized that trying to fight your way out from between a rock (Steve’s firm chest) and a hard place (Bucky’s broad body) would only leave you tired. When your struggles finally ceased, Bucky gave a low, teasing chuckle, the warmth of his breath ghosting down your bare neck as he loomed above you from behind.

“It’s a shame you caught her so soon,” Bucky said, speaking to Steve even as his hands shifted higher on your body, curling around your ribs. His palms were scorching hot and greedy through the thin fabric of your gown. “We might’ve been able to learn what she was up to without having to pry it out of her—but it is more fun this way.”

The casual way the mob boss spoke about you, as if it was a foregone conclusion you’d spill all your secrets to him and his enforcer, pricked at your pride. You straightened your spine and tossed your head in annoyance, glaring at Bucky over your shoulder.

“I’ll never tell you anything,” you hissed. 

The steel in your voice had no effect on the mafia boss.

If anything, he looked even more amused, the slight curve at the corner of his mouth deepening infinitesimally, and his blue eyes sparking with a glimmer of delight. The tips of his fingers brushed the underside of your tits, distracting you, and it took everything in you to stop yourself from shivering at his touch. 

God help you, but it felt good to have Bucky’s hands on you—and not just his, but Steve’s too. Their fingers were deft, their palms warm. It didn’t matter that you were certain their hands had, at one time or another, been stained in blood. Not when they touched you with so much greedy possessiveness, it was liable to make you forget your mission and why it was so important you get that diamond and get free. 

“Y’know, when a woman tries to infiltrate my organization, the first thing they do is sleep with me,” Bucky went on, as if you hadn’t spoken, his tone entirely too conversational. You tried to focus, but it was difficult with both men touching you.

“Oh, have a great many women infiltrated your organization, then?” you shot back before he could continue, ignoring the thorn of jealousy that had lodged between your ribs, making it hard to breathe. It certainly had nothing to do with the proximity of the mob boss and his enforcer—nothing at all. “Sounds like you have a security problem.”

Your eyes found Steve, giving him a sarcastic sneer that had his gaze heating, his hand tightening around your wrist in a warning. Bucky’s fingertips dug into your ribs and he pulled your back flush against his chest, the long line of his body fitting perfectly to yours—so perfectly that you could feel the hard bulge of his cock against your lower back.

“But not you, doll,” Bucky said, ignoring you again. Instead, he ground his hardness into your ass until you were sucking in a gasp, heat pooling between your thighs as your body ached to shift so that thick bulge was pressed against your heated center. “Did you think teasing me, making me hard for you and leaving me wanting, would make me a dumber, easier mark?”

Truthfully, that had been your plan. Sort of.

In your life as a thief, you’d learned that every job needed its own approach, and that most men were much easier to manipulate when they were thinking with their dicks. With his playboy persona, you’d thought Bucky Barnes would be a simple mark who would be too distracted by your tits and ass to notice you robbing him blind—and that his most trusted enforcer, Steve Rogers, was too much of a meathead to catch you.

What you’d failed to account for was how much the two men would intrigue and charm you. Bucky, with his charismatic smile and dazzling personality, and Steve, with his handsome glower and too-sharp eyes, had snuck their way beneath your defenses, stealing more of your heart than you’d even realized.

Well, on some level you’d understood how dangerous they could be. That was the real reason you hadn’t slept with Bucky—you knew that if you fell into bed with the mob boss, you might start envisioning a life where you were free to be with who you wanted, rather than indebted to your employer. Leaving Bucky wanting had just been an added bonus.

Still, your pride smarted from how easily he’d nailed it on the head, and you couldn’t let that slide. So, you raised your chin and managed to look down your nose at the mob boss, giving him an imperious look as you responded to his question.

“No, I just didn’t want to fuck you,” you taunted, lying through your teeth. “I may be a thief, but I have standards.” 

It was the wrong thing to say if you’d wanted to placate the mafia boss—which made it exactly the right thing to tell him, since your only play was to poke and prod at the men trapping you until a chink appeared in their armor and you could slip away. You just had to bide your time, you were sure, and then you could escape.

Bucky’s expression darkened, like storm clouds rolling in to block out the sunny blue sky, and you had to bite back a grin at the obvious ire on his face. You didn’t know what to expect from him, didn’t know if you were prepared for Bucky’s anger, but a part of you welcomed it with open arms. You wanted to see what he’d do if you pushed him far enough.

But it wasn’t just outrage in the mob boss’s expression—there was amusement and desire, too. Maybe even a hint of respect. It swirled into a heady cocktail that had your body clenching tight in anticipation despite you trying to ignore your attraction to him.

Quick as a flash of lightning, Bucky shoved one of his hands between your thighs, cupping your heated core through your dress. Your body jerked in surprise, even as your pussy pulsed with desire at the warmth and strength of his palm. You squirmed in Steve and Bucky’s arms, trying to get away from the burgeoning pleasure you felt.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you intended to ask the mob boss what the fuck he was doing, but before you could, Bucky’s hand was pulling back. Then, he gave you a sharp smack, right between your thighs—right against your pussy.

“Ah!” you cried, a little stinging pain mixing with a whirlwind of pleasure that tore through your body, making you lurch forward, only for Steve to hold you tighter. You braced against the enforcer with your free hand, turning your head to catch Bucky’s eye over your shoulder. “What the hell was that for?”

Instead of answering your question, Bucky only grinned unrepentantly, and did it again. He spanked your pussy while he watched your face, waiting for your reaction, which you were determined not to give him.

The fabric of your dress and panties softened the blow, so it barely stung, but despite your best intentions, you couldn’t hide the way it left you panting and feeling empty. A dizzying desire surged through your body, clouding your mind and making your eyes go hazy, your mouth dropping open on a soft sound of need.

“For every lie you tell, doll, you’ll get one spank,” Bucky rumbled, his chest pressing against your shoulders until you were pinned to Steve in front of you. 

There was nowhere for you to go, nowhere to look but into the mafia boss’s heated, sparkling blue eyes while his enforcer held you up. It was embarrassing to realize how shaky your legs were after a couple of soft spanks, and you resented how grateful you felt toward Steve for keeping you upright, so you didn’t lose your dignity—not yet anyway.

“If you keep lying,” Bucky went on, rubbing his palm against your smarting center and making your breath catch in your throat as you held back a moan. “You’re only torturing this sweet little cunt, and she doesn’t deserve that, does she?” He petted you between your thighs, managing to make the soothing gesture feel condescending.

“I…I haven’t lied,” you said, wincing a little at how breathless you sounded. But you dug deep for your own self-preservation and scrounged up a glare, hurling it at Bucky while he loomed over your shoulder.

The mob boss tsked low in his throat and slapped your pussy again, harder, making you squirm and bite back a whine. Your heart pounded in your chest and you were growing uncomfortably wet, your panties sticking to your damp flesh, but you tried to rein yourself in, not wanting to give Bucky the satisfaction of seeing any more of your reaction. 

“That’s lie number three,” Bucky tutted, soothing your pussy with soft, teasing touches that were working you up just as much as his spanks. “Should I tell you what the first two were, or would you rather be a good girl and confess?”

Something in your belly swooped at the words ‘good girl’ and you had to tamp down on the urge to do what he asked. Instead, you gritted your teeth and glared at him, shaking your head. Bucky remained completely unfazed, chuckling at your furious expression like you were nothing more than an unruly kitten. 

“Looks like our little thief isn’t ready to be good for us, huh, Stevie?” Bucky commented, tossing a cavalier grin at his enforcer, who grunted in agreement, the sound hotter than it had any right to be. “But that’s alright, we’ve got all night, don’t we?”

“All night,” Steve repeated in confirmation, and you angled your head so you could look up into his face. He was watching you with stormy blue eyes, lust and a possessive kind of promise roiling in the depths of his gaze. “All week, all month—hell, we could keep her forever if we wanted.”

Your breath inexplicably hitched at the word ‘forever’, your heart beating so hard against your ribs that you wondered if Steve could feel it through his suit. From the way his eyes darkened and narrowed on your face, you could tell he was reading your reaction—and he liked what he saw, a hint of a smile flickering around the edge of his mouth.

“The lies you told,” Bucky began, amusement in his tone as he dragged your attention back to him. “First, you lied when you said you weren’t going to tell us anything.” His hand stroked your pussy through your dress and you had to fight not to writhe against him. “And the second lie was when you said you didn’t want to fuck me.”

An affronted scoff burst from your lips, your mind momentarily clearing of the pleasure Bucky had been stoking in your core. “You think real fucking high of yourself, boss,” you sneered, ignoring the fact that he was telling the truth, and you did, in fact, want to fuck him—and his enforcer.

You’d hoped your comment might push Bucky to breaking, but he only grinned, sharing the expression with Steve before ducking down so his face was close to yours.

“Oh, so you aren’t soaking wet for us, doll?” Bucky mocked, his fingers teasing along the seam of your sex. You were so embarrassingly wet, you wondered if he could feel it even through the fabric of your dress and panties. “If I pulled your dress up and pushed your panties to the side, you wouldn’t be dripping wet for us, huh?”

You couldn’t answer, couldn’t protest because you’d only be lying, and you didn’t need Bucky spanking you again. You weren’t sure you could hold in your moan if he did. So you simply rolled your eyes and refused to give him the satisfaction of answering truthfully. Pouting, you stared petulantly at Steve’s chest. 

“That’s what I thought,” Bucky rumbled, a smile in his voice as he grabbed your face, refusing to let you ignore him. Your stomach flipped at the sight of his small grin, and you glared harder, which only made the mob boss chuckle under his breath. “Just wait and see, doll, we’ll make you our good girl yet.”

It was difficult to speak with the way Bucky’s fingers were digging into your cheeks, but you rolled your eyes and managed a testy, “Doubtful,” that he completely ignored. 

“Get rid of her dress, Stevie,” Bucky ordered, a smirk on his face as he glanced at his most trusted enforcer. When he looked back at you, there was an eager kind of hunger in his eyes that had your belly bottoming out with anticipation.

It was a good thing the mob boss had such a tight hold on you because without it, you would’ve stumbled when Steve stepped back. Cold air rushed against your front, and you couldn’t hold back a shiver at the loss of his warmth, your nipples pebbling against the lace of your undergarments. 

Steve’s eyes lingered on your chest, his expression too calm and stoic to be leering, which somehow only made you hotter. You had to stop yourself from squirming in Bucky’s arms, belatedly remembering you were meant to be planning your escape. 

Your mind was lethargic as you tried to assess your surroundings and look for a way out. You were too distracted by the sight of Steve lowering his big body down onto one knee, an image flashing in your mind of Steve tossing one of your thighs over his shoulder and burying his face between your legs. Your hips twitched toward his head, and you could’ve sworn a smirk flickered at the edge of his mouth.

But then Steve was gathering the skirt of your dress in his big hands. He tore through it easily, like he was ripping a piece of tissue paper instead of rending the fabric of a designer dress. 

“This cost me three month’s rent!” you screeched before you could stop yourself, not realizing just how revealing those words were. 

Steve paused, his eyes finding Bucky’s over your shoulder. The men had a silent conversation that would’ve annoyed you if you weren’t so focused on appraising the damage done to your dress and wondering if there was any way to fix it. 

It had been an extravagant purchase, even after your last score, but you’d looked at it as an investment, something you could wear for multiple jobs. But it was ruined. You knew just by looking at it that there was no salvaging the tear right up the center of the skirt. It was such a shame because the dress was beautiful and, more importantly, you’d looked exquisite in it.

You were very near to tears when Bucky’s hand shifted, his palm pressing beneath your chin, fingers digging lightly into your cheek to turn your head to look at him. You tried to blink the tears from your eyes, but you weren’t quick enough and you were sure he saw them. Embarrassment blazed hot in your face. 

“I’ll get you another one, doll,” Bucky said softly, his tone gentler than you thought possible from the mob boss. “I’ll pay for it.”

An uncomfortable feeling snuck between your ribs, burying deep in your heart and it was such a foreign emotion that it took you a moment to recognize it as gratitude. No one, let alone the men you stole from, had ever made such a generous offer before, and you didn’t know what to do with it. 

Rather than do something stupid, like thank the mafia boss, you set your jaw so your lower lip wouldn’t wobble and nodded your head in acceptance. 

Bucky stared at you for a short moment longer, an almost affectionate smile playing on his lips, before gesturing for Steve to continue. The sound of rending fabric wasn’t nearly so painful when you knew the dress would be replaced, and you simply watched as the enforcer continued his rough removal of the garment. 

In no time at all, Steve was yanking the tattered shreds of your gown away from your body and leaving them in a pile of fabric on the floor of the storage room. Squaring your shoulders and raising your chin proudly, you feigned a practiced poise as you stood before the handsome men in nothing more than a matching set of lacy lingerie and heels.

“Pretty,” Steve mumbled as he stood, one of his hands skating up your ribs, the rough callouses on his fingers teasing your soft skin. His other hand traced the edge of your panties where they sat snugly on your hip, his blue eyes warm and molten as he stared at your body, making your breath stall in your lungs. 

For a brief moment, Steve explored the curves of your body—the dip of your waist, the weight of your breasts, the roundness of your hips and ass—before he seemed to remember himself. With an audible swallow, the muscle in his jaw popping, he forced his hands to his sides, meeting your gaze with hard eyes.

“For a thief, anyway.”

Steve’s scornful words felt like a thorn pricking your heart, and it took every bit of your self-control not to show it on your face. You weren’t sure how successful you were when something flickered in his eyes, something that looked a bit like regret. 

Behind you, Bucky gave a soft chuckle, like he was amused by you and Steve. But you didn’t have the capacity to think about why you’d responded to Steve’s dismissive comment the way you did, not when Bucky was ducking his head so his mouth teased the shell of your ear.

“You’ve been torturing my enforcer for weeks, doll,” Bucky murmured, a hint of teasing in his tone. “Whaddya say we put him out of his misery?”

It was on the tip of your tongue to point out that you’d offered to put Steve out of his misery before Bucky had made himself known—and the enforcer had refused your advances. How tortured could he possibly be if he’d turned you down? 

But you didn’t say any of that, you just let Bucky guide you backward, watching Steve trail after the two of you, his eyes on your body, like he was entranced by the sight of so much of your skin on display for him.

Bucky’s hands were on your hips, leading you deeper into the room and away from the door. Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted a wall of books, all of them looking old and priceless. When Bucky bumped into an antique sofa, he sank down into the sumptuous seat, pulling you into his lap. 

Your ass pressed flush against the hard bulge of Bucky’s cock in his pants, and you shot him an unamused look over your shoulder, but he wasn’t paying attention to you. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure why you weren’t fighting back, only that you’d abandoned trying to form an escape plan. You were curious where things were headed with Bucky and Steve—and hopeful that you be able to have some fun before you fulfilled your mission.

Focusing back on the men, you watched as Bucky gestured for Steve to come forward, until the enforcer was standing right in front of you, practically blocking out the rest of the room and its treasures. But Steve was a treasure unto himself. 

The thick length of his cock jutted against the zipper of his slacks, twitching when your tongue darted out to moisten your lips. You glanced up at Steve, your eyes dragging languidly over his narrow waist and broad shoulders until you met his eyes. 

His face was fixed into a glower, but deep in his gaze, you saw the hunger that had been there earlier, when you’d thought he was about to kiss you. The longer you looked, the easier it was to see the naked yearning in Steve’s pretty blue eyes, and it made you want to nuzzle your cheek against his bulge before paying homage to his gloriousness.

“Go on, doll,” Bucky’s voice, soft and entreating in your ear, compelled you as he leaned forward, urging your face into Steve’s lap until your nose brushed the ridge of the enforcer’s cock through his pants. The hard length gave a responding twitch that made the corner of your mouth curve in a slight smile. “Stevie’s been hard for you since he met you, so why don’t you be a good girl and suck his cock—show us what that mouth can do besides lying.”

A shiver of desire raced down your spine at the rough velvet of Bucky’s voice, and you tipped your head back, your eyes finding Steve as he stared down at you with his own lust written plainly across his handsome face. You wanted to suck his cock so bad, but you hesitated. 

So far, Bucky had been the one pushing you and Steve together, and although the enforcer looked like he wanted you to suck him off, he hadn’t really given you any indication that he was consenting to it. So you waited, your mouth a hairsbreadth away from his hard length, looking up at him with a question in your gaze.

Something in Steve’s expression cracked, and his fingers brushed softly against your cheek, tracing your jaw with one finger while he stroked his thumb along your lower lip. You let your mouth fall open and Steve pushed the tip of his thumb between your lips. You gave him a teasing suckle, the edge of your mouth flickering in a smirk when his eyes darkened, his pupils blowing wide with lust.

“Yeah, sweetheart, let me see what that mouth can do,” Steve rumbled, his voice low and gravelly, as he pulled his hand away from your face. 

As you watched, he shed the jacket of his suit, tossing it onto the back of the sofa, and began rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. You were fascinated by the way the muscles of his forearms shifted beneath his golden tanned skin, and you watched in rapt attention until Steve’s hand settled on the crown of your head, pushing your face back into his lap.

“Show me how a little thief like you would’ve made it worth my while to betray my boss,” Steve teased roughly, using his grip on your head to drag your parted lips along the length of his cock through the soft fabric of his pants. “Be a good slut and suck my cock—and if you’re any good, maybe I’ll ask Buck to go easy on you.”

At those words, you narrowed your eyes, shooting a glare up at Steve in an effort to show him how unmoved you were by his offer. But then you took a deep breath and all you could smell was Steve. Instantly, you forgot your annoyance. You forgot that the men were playing with you hoping to extract information—you even forgot your entire damn reason for being in that mansion in the first place.

The masculine musk of Steve’s smell invaded your senses, filling your head with cotton candy clouds of lust that pushed out all thoughts other than the man and the cock in front of you. Instinctively, you swayed closer to Steve, pressing your lips against his bulge in a hot, open-mouthed kiss, reveling in the way his dick twitched in response. 

You settled your hands on Steve’s thick thighs, your fingers lightly groping the muscles you could feel beneath his slacks, while you pressed kisses along the length of his cock. Although you could feel him getting harder beneath your ministrations, when you tipped your head back, the enforcer’s expression was hard and unyielding as he stared down at you.

The only indication Steve was at all affected by what you were doing was the blaze of possessive heat in his darkened blue eyes, and the rigid set of his jaw. You could tell that Steve was enjoying your mouth, but you wanted him to come undone, to let loose of that control he held onto with an iron grip.

But before you could set your mind to your task, Bucky reminded you of his presence, his hands grabbing your hips and yanking you deeper into his lap, until the softness of your pussy was pressed against the hard ridge of his cock. You let out a lustful moan, sinking into the sensation while you suckled on the tip of Steve’s thick length, feeling him throb against your lips.

For long moments, you indulged in being pinned between the two men, your mouth worshipping Steve’s cock through his pants while Bucky’s hands explored your mostly naked body. His palms swept down your ribs, groping your hips and guiding you to rock gently in his lap before his hands moved back up your body to cup the swell of your tits. 

Bucky’s mouth kissed along your neck, his teeth nipping at your skin and his tongue soothing over every spot he bit while he learned the curves of your body. His fingers dipped beneath the lace of your bra, teasing over your nipples and playing with them until they were hardened peaks and you were whining helplessly in the mafia boss’s lap.

When Steve was hard and throbbing enough that his precum had left a little wet spot on his pants, he let out an impatient growl, thrusting his hips into your face and shoving the shaft of his cock into your mouth. All you could smell was him, your drool soaking the front of his slacks while you moaned against his bulge.

“Enough teasing, doll,” Bucky rumbled, nipping at the spot on your neck just beneath your ear, the one that turned you liquid in his arms. “Take him out and suck his cock like the good girl we know you are.”

You were so far gone in your lust that you didn’t protest. Your fingers fumbled eagerly at the button and fly of Steve’s pants, undoing them in just a few, breathless seconds. When you shoved his pants down his thighs, along with his navy blue boxer briefs, his thick cock bounced free and nearly hit you in the face.

All you could do was giggle in excitement, your job and the reason for why you couldn’t get close to the two men completely forgotten. All that mattered was getting what you wanted, which in that moment, was a taste of the hot enforcer in front of you.

Taking him in one hand, you dragged your tongue up the underside of Steve’s cock, indulging in the filthy decadence of him straight from the hot, hard source. Your tongue flicked at his tip, lapping up the dribble of precum that had gathered there, and you moaned at the taste of him, so clean and musky and perfect. 

When you opened hazy eyes and looked up at Steve, he looked like a man on the verge of breaking, his eyes so full of greedy lust and his jaw clenched so tight, the muscle in his cheek was popping wildly. It made you want to give him a little push and see if the tension that had his muscles pulling so taut would snap. 

“How’m I doing?” you murmured huskily before pressing a wet, suckling kiss to the tip of Steve’s cock, swirling your tongue around the crown and watching as his eyes darkened even further. “Do you like the feeling of my hot little mouth on your big cock, sir?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but Steve’s jaw clenched tighter, his eyes filled with so much unchecked desire and possessiveness that they looked like a churning, stormy sea. You parted your lips, sucking Steve’s cock into your mouth, and watched him get even closer to losing it. 

Not to be forgotten, Bucky’s hands groped your tits, pushing your bra down until the swells of your breasts popped free. He touched you like he already owned you, his fingers plucking teasingly at your nipples, making you moan around Steve’s shaft.

“Answer our girl, Stevie,” Bucky growled, and you could see him shooting a hard look at his enforcer out of the corner of your eye. “Tell our little thief how good she looks sucking your cock—tell her how good she feels.”

“Fuck,” Steve groaned on a deep exhale. His hands settled on your head, guiding you up and down his cock, pushing his hard length deeper into your mouth with every thrust. “She looks so fucking gorgeous sucking my cock, and she feels like heaven—I could fuck her slutty mouth every goddamned day and never get sick of it.” 

Warm pride and something else, something you were too frightened to try to name, bloomed in your chest and you eagerly sucked on Steve’s cock, wringing another groan from the big man. He responded by shoving your head closer to his lap, until the tip of his dick was bullying the back of your throat, making you gag in surprise. 

“I wanna fuck our little thief’s mouth like the slutty cocksleeve that she is, wanna see her throat bulge from my cock,” Steve rambled, sounding half-feral, half-possessed as the filthy words tumbled off his tongue. “I wanna cum all over our girl’s face and mark her as mine—mark her as ours. Our fuck toy, our perfect set of holes.” 

You couldn’t help it, your eyes rolled back in your head and you let out a loud moan at Steve’s words, at the way he’d finally lost control and was fucking your mouth like you were nothing more than his toy to use. It was all you could do to brace your hands on his muscular thighs and try not to gag while the enforcer worked his cock deeper and deeper into your throat.

“That’s fucking right, use our girl, Stevie,” Bucky crowed, cheering his friend on while he kept groping and playing with your tits. One of his hands slid down your body, cupping your pussy through your panties, and pressing his fingers into the wet fabric at the seam of your sex. “She’s our good girl, isn’t that right, doll?” 

Pleasure and sensation made your mind go blank, until you were nothing more than a creature of lust, focused entirely on giving Steve the satisfaction he sought in your mouth and getting yours from Bucky’s fingers. You rocked your hips, humping Bucky’s hand while you sucked eagerly on Steve’s cock, feeling him beginning to throb in your mouth as your pussy pulsed and fluttered, both of you getting close.

You were right on the precipice of coming, and could feel that Steve was as well, when Bucky pulled his hand from between your thighs, pushing them wide across his lap and tugging your head off his enforcer’s cock. For a moment, you sat stunned in Bucky’s lap, panting and wondering what the hell had just happened. 

The frenzied beating of your heart slowed and you focused on the sight in front of you, Steve’s big hand wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing the hard length so tight, his knuckles were turning white. The flushed tip of his dick was so red and angry, you tried to sit forward and lick it better, but Bucky’s arm banded around your waist, holding you pinned to his lap.

“Tell us what we want to know, pretty doll,” Bucky murmured silkily in your ear, his hands soothing over your body, though they didn’t touch you anywhere you wanted them—your tits or between your thighs. “What are you here to steal? Who are you working for?”

It finally hit you what was happening, how Bucky had let you get close to your release only to yank it away at the last second. Your body throbbed with unslaked pleasure and a sob bubbled up in your chest. You had to bite your lip hard to keep it from spilling free. 

It just wasn’t fair. 

You’d been such a good girl for them, you’d done everything they asked, but you couldn’t give them this. You couldn’t tell them about the mess you were in, you couldn’t trust them—no matter how much a part of you wanted to. It was there, like a niggling thorn stuck between your ribs, the desire to trust them with the truth, but you ignored it.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you shook your head in refusal of Bucky’s questions, fear and anxiety swirling uneasily in your stomach. It wasn’t until Steve cupped your face with his free hand, his thumb stroking over your cheek, that you realized a few tears had escaped without you noticing.

“You’re even prettier when you cry, sweetheart,” Steve said softly, his voice so sweet it took you a moment to understand his words. When you did, you tried to pull away, but Steve’s hand gripped your face tightly, his blue eyes burning with a possessiveness that nearly stole your breath. “Answer Buck’s questions and we’ll fuck you so good, baby, we’ll make you cry so prettily on both our cocks.”

A shiver of want raced down your spine and you trembled in Bucky’s lap, your eyes falling miserably away from Steve’s face as emotions swirled turbulently in your chest and stomach. “I can’t,” you whispered, your voice breaking as you curled in on yourself, making your body as small as possible.

All the while, your mind raced as you tried to think of a way out of your predicament. Your employer wouldn’t suffer failure, and if you didn’t return to him with the diamond he’d commanded you steal, it could have deadly consequences. But you were so thoroughly trapped by Bucky and Steve, and even if you were able to get away from them, they’d destroyed your dress, which made escaping the mansion without being seen even more difficult.

Behind you, Bucky huffed out a sound like a bitten off sigh and wrapped his arms around your body, holding you in a tight hug while he gently nuzzled his cheek against yours. The rough stubble of his scruff soothed some of your anxiety away, enough that you could focus back on the moment, back on the two men who were staring at you with something like concern in their eyes.

“Are you afraid of us—afraid we’ll be upset with you,” Bucky began, his voice rumbling in his chest and teasing down your spine where he was pressed flush against your back. “Or the person who hired you?”

Your heart gave a pathetic lurch in your chest at the gentleness in Bucky’s voice, and in the watchful look in Steve’s eye as he crouched down in front of you, so his face was level with yours. The enforcer’s hand cupped your cheek almost tenderly, and his eyes stared deep into your own, like he was imploring you to answer.

“If I tell you, he’ll kill me,” you whispered, your eyes avoiding Steve’s face as you hurried on to explain the mess you were in that had led you to infiltrating the mob boss’s party in an attempt to steal from him. “And not just me—he has my father.”

Both Bucky and Steve let out harsh breaths, and when you glanced up at the man in front of you, you found him looking at his boss over your shoulder. The two of them were having a wordless conversation that you couldn’t even begin to decipher, so you simply waited for them to be done.

“We can protect you,” Bucky murmured a moment later, his arms settling more securely around your body until he held you in the tightest hug you’d ever felt. It felt so good, so safe, you nearly sobbed. “Steve and I will make sure nothing happens to you or your father. Right, Stevie?”

“Right,” Steve confirmed, his expression and tone so resolute, you had no choice but to believe him. The calm, stoic enforcer was back, but his eyes were still stormy, still simmering with emotion—all of it for you. “We’ll keep you safe, but you need to tell us what’s going on.”

Steve looked so earnest, so ready to step in and save the day, that it overwhelmed you. It was too much to hope that he was being honest, that he really could save you from your predicament. You had to close your eyes to think. But even then, you still felt Bucky’s steady, strong presence wrapped around your body, holding you while you trembled with indecision.

In the life of a thief, it was imperative that you only rely on the right people. In your life, you’d learned the hard way that it was better if you didn’t rely on anyone at all. Your father, the man who was supposed to protect you above all others, had instead offered you up as the solution to his problems. He’d been in debt to your employer and had promised your skills to repay those debts.

It didn’t seem to matter to your father that you’d be killed along with him if you were unsuccessful, and unfortunately for you, you weren’t as unfeeling. For all his poor decisions, he was still your dad and you didn’t want to see him killed. 

For a brief, blistering moment, you wished the night had gone to plan and you’d been able to sneak in, steal the diamond and get back to your employer to free your father from him. But that’s not how things had worked out, and now your only option was to trust the men you’d planned to steal from. They were your only hope.

“Tony Stark hired me to steal the Blue Diamond of Alqualondë,” you murmured, your eyes still closed so you didn’t have to see Bucky or Steve’s reactions to your confession. “If I don’t bring it to him tonight, he’ll kill my father and then me.”

The men were quiet for a moment, long enough that you finally gathered the courage to open your eyes, finding them both staring at you, their expressions filled with a tender kind of sympathy. Before you could scoff at their pity, Steve broke the silence, his voice ragged with emotion.

“We won’t let that happen, sweetheart,” he vowed, catching your eye and staring deep into your soul. It was hard to believe him, but he sounded so genuine, how could you not?

“Make the call,” Bucky ordered from behind you, talking to his enforcer while his arms tightened around your body. His hold was the same reassurance Steve had given you, and you relaxed slightly into it.

But before Steve followed his boss’s command, he shocked the hell out of you by leaning forward, his mouth meeting yours in a kiss. Sparks danced inside your head at the soft press of the enforcer’s mouth, and you sucked in a gasp that allowed Steve to lick between your lips. He kissed you gently, teasingly, an unspoken promise on his tongue.

When Steve finally pulled away, you were too dazed by the kiss to pay much attention to him standing up and pacing away from the sofa where you and Bucky sat, pulling a cellphone from his pants pocket and pressing it to his ear. He spoke in low tones you couldn’t make out, not that you would’ve been able to understand whatever orders he was issuing when you were still stunned by his kiss.

Bucky leaned back into the sofa, drawing you deeper into his lap and turning you slightly. His eyes roamed freely over your features as he tipped your face toward him so he could look into your eyes. The mob boss chuckled lightly at the surprised expression still on your face, tracing his thumb idly along your plump lower lip.

“Seems you’ve won over my best enforcer, doll,” Bucky murmured, his tone lightly teasing as he gently coaxed you back down to earth. “I guess I have no choice but to keep you now.” Bucky ducked down until his mouth hovered a mere fraction of an inch from yours. “Steve has been telling me it’s past time to find a wife—and I like you far more than I should, little thief.”

With that pronouncement, Bucky closed the gap between your lips, claiming your mouth in a searing kiss. In contrast to Steve’s gentleness, Bucky was demanding, licking into your mouth and stroking his tongue against yours, making your mind melt and your body go suddenly hot with renewed desire. 

You turned more on Bucky’s lap, grabbing onto his shoulders so that you could kiss him back. Despite how small you’d made yourself a moment ago, you weren’t some wilting flower who needed to be handled like you were breakable. You were the best damn thief in the world, and you wanted Bucky just as much as he clearly wanted you.

The kiss turned hotter and heavier when you pressed your body into Bucky’s, your tits crushed against his chest and your ass wiggling against his hard bulge. Liquid lust pooled low in you belly, and you gasped in delight when Bucky’s rough hand slid up your thigh. 

He’d almost reached your pussy when a polite cough interrupted your moment. Bucky ended the kiss with a groan, and turned his attention to his enforcer, whose blue eyes sharpened on your kiss-swollen lips for a moment before he shook his head and focused back on his boss.

“We’ve located your father,” Steve said, meeting your eyes with his calm gaze. “He’ll be at one of our safe houses within the hour. I’ve also doubled security here and the partygoers are being sent home. You’ll be safe in the mansion while we figure out how to deal with Stark.”

“Good,” Bucky answered before you could thank Steve. Your head was still spinning from both their kisses and it was taking more effort than usual to follow the conversation. “And you called in the underbosses?”

Steve gave a quick nod. “They’re all coming in,” the enforcer confirmed. “They’ll be assembled here by tomorrow afternoon.”

The two men continued to talk about specifics, but you were distracted by the revived desire thrumming through your body. Your gaze traveled lazily down Steve’s body, finding that he’d pulled up his pants and boxer briefs, but hadn’t zipped himself up, so his cock was tenting the navy blue cotton in a particularly enticing manner. 

“Then there’s just the matter of dealing with our little thief,” Bucky was saying, and at the mention of you, you tuned back into the conversation, glancing first at the mafia boss and then his enforcer. Both were watching you closely, lust and a feral kind of possessiveness in their eyes, though Bucky wore a charming smirk while Steve’s expression was more like a glower.

“What, me?” you asked as innocently as you could manage—which wasn’t innocent at all, the breathless excitement in your tone making you sound like an eager slut. You tossed your head and sat up primly on Bucky’s lap, giving each man a haughty look before continuing. “You could deal with me by finally making me cum, if you boys are up to the task, of course.”

Steve growled at the obvious challenge in your words while Bucky just chuckled. The mob boss manhandled you on his lap until you were facing away from him again, your legs thrown over his thighs as you perched on his knees. He gently pushed your upper body toward Steve, and you didn’t need any more encouragement than that to tug down the enforcer’s briefs so you could pick up where you’d left off.

In the time it had taken Steve to make his calls, his cock had softened slightly, so you pressed suckling kisses up and down his shaft, delighting in the feel of him hardening against your mouth. Behind you, you felt Bucky working his pants open, and you moaned when you felt his cock spring free, slapping your ass with its thick, heavy length.

“Ready to take both our cocks, little thief?” Bucky murmured, tugging your panties to the side and sliding the tip of his cock along the seam of your pussy. You were already wet for him, but you felt even more desire leak from your hole at the teasing slide of his tip between your folds. “You gonna be a good girl for us, doll?”

“Ye-es,” you moaned brokenly against the crown of Steve’s dick, licking greedily at the precum dripping onto your lips. “Want your cock, boss,” you murmured dreamily, your eyes flicking up to find Steve’s expression twisted into something feral as he watched you. “Want you to fuck me, sir—use my holes, make me your slut, make me cum, please.”

When Bucky chuckled, the sound was strained, and your heart warmed with pride at how much you were affecting the mafia boss. You rolled your hips, pressing your pussy against the tip of Bucky’s dick, making him suck in a sharp breath as your warm, wet hole teased his sensitive cock. 

“You heard our girl, Stevie,” Bucky rumbled, his hands grabbing your hips and lifting you up. You reached between your bodies, wrapping your fingers around his thick length to guide him into your pussy. At the same time, you opened your mouth wide, letting Steve feed his cock into your mouth. “Don’t hold back—fuck her like the filthy slut she is.”

“You got it, boss,” Steve ground out through clenched teeth, his hips stuttering and his cock twitching as you swirled your tongue along the underside of his thick cock. “Hold on, sweetheart,” he said, his voice roughly tender as he grabbed your head in a firm grip. 

Then both men were thrusting deep into your body, Steve’s cock hitting the back of your throat while Bucky bottomed out in your cunt. They groaned loudly, pausing for only a second to revel in the heat and wetness of your holes before they began moving, pounding into you from both ends.

“Take it, fucking take my cock like a good fucktoy, sweetheart,” Steve growled, driving deeper and deeper into your mouth while you tried not to gag, but that only seemed to make him go rougher. “Wanna see you cry while you choke on my cock, little thief. Let me see those pretty tears, crybaby, c’mon.”

Something cracked open inside you, and you let go, giving in to Steve completely. You sobbed around his cock, drool dripping messily from your lips as you choked on his pounding girth. Tears streamed from your eyes and Steve let out an indecently hot moan, his cock throbbing against your tongue while he fucked your mouth harder, bullying deeper into your throat with each thrust.

“You feel so fucking good, pretty girl,” Bucky rumbled from behind you, pressing his clothed chest flush against your back, the heat of him surrounding you as he wrapped you up in his arms. The mob boss rocked his hips against your ass, fucking you hard and deep with his cock while his hands played with your tits. “You’re taking us both so well, like you were made for us—our perfect, precious girl.”

Bucky’s praise had you crying out around Steve’s cock, pleasure swirling through your body until you were overwhelmed with the thrilling sensation. Then one of Bucky’s hands slipped down between your thighs, his fingers strumming your clit in rough strokes that had your thighs shaking in seconds, your pussy fluttering around his dick as you surged closer to the edge of your release. 

“You gonna cum on our cocks, pretty doll?” the mob boss murmured entreatingly in your ear, pressing kisses to the heated skin of your neck. “Gonna be a good girl for us and cum all over our cocks while we use your body like our own personal toy, huh?”

“Our good girl,” Steve growled, holding your head and using your mouth like it was a fleshlight. “Ours—all fucking ours.” 

It was too much. Their thick cocks, their possessive words, their greedy hands on your body—you were lost to the overwhelming pleasure of it all, and you came harder than you ever had in your entire life. A strangled scream spilled from your lips, every muscle in your body pulling taut as you broke apart into a million stars of ecstasy, pleasure crashing through your body in devastating waves.

Your release spurred on both Bucky and Steve, who fucked you harder, rutting into your holes like men possessed. They followed you over the edge a few moments later, Bucky sinking his teeth into the tender flesh at the base of your neck, where it met your shoulder, and groaning against your skin while he emptied his balls in your cunt.

At the same time, Steve pulled free from your mouth, his fist pumping his cock until his cum erupted. With a loud, feral groan, he coated your face and tits with his cum, ropes of his release falling onto your skin in heated evidence of his possessiveness. 

The big enforcer moaned lewdly, his eyes dark as a stormy night while he watched his thick cream cover your tear-stained face. Your lips curved into a blissed out smile as you felt the warmth of Steve’s cum on your skin, waiting patiently while he pumped his shaft and painted your mouth with the last drops of his seed.

When he was spent, Steve cupped your cheek in his big hand, rubbing his sticky cum into your skin while you licked it from your lips, moaning softly at the musky taste of him. You’d never felt so degraded and exalted at the same time, and you thought, distractedly, that you could get used to this.

“Pretty as a picture, baby,” Steve murmured, staring at you like he’d never get tired of the sight of you covered in his cum. Your heart thumped happily in your chest and you grinned sweetly up at him, your pussy pulsing around Bucky’s cock, making him groan lightly. 

The mob boss was busy kissing the spot on your shoulder where he’d bitten you, soothing the slight sting with his lips and tongue. Your hips twitched, feeling Bucky’s cum leaking out around his softening cock, and you luxuriated in the filthiness of the moment, being full and coated with both men’s cum. 

“So, how about it, little thief, are you going to let us keep you?” Bucky asked in a ragged voice, his arms holding you tight while Steve retrieved a handkerchief from his suit jacket and began to clean your face. 

Closing your eyes, you gave a soft sigh and let Steve and Bucky take care of you while you thought about the question. 

In the life of a thief, it was important to recognize a precious opportunity when it presented itself—and Bucky’s offer was exactly that. 

You’d known from the moment you met Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes that they were different than any other marks you’d stolen from. They were men you could see yourself falling for, which was why you’d been so off your game on this job. They were men you could see yourself spending your life with, if only you agreed to stay with them.

It didn’t take much thinking to realize you’d be a fool to pass up the life and the safety Bucky and Steve were offering. They clearly cared about you, and you cared about them. So you followed your instincts and nodded your head, opening your eyes to meet first Steve’s gaze, then Bucky’s. 

“Yes,” you said simply, answering the mafia boss’s question. And then, because you were you, you couldn’t help but add primly, “And I expect my men to take good care of me.” 

Bucky huffed a laugh into your neck, and even Steve cracked a smirk, sinking down onto the sofa beside his boss so the two of them could hold you. The mafia boss captured your lips in a kiss, responding to your bratty comment with a promise, before he pulled back and allowed his enforcer to seal your agreement with a kiss of his own. 

When the three of you had recovered enough, Bucky helped you to stand and Steve draped his suit jacket around your shoulders. They led you up to the mansion’s master suite, where they continued to have their way with you for the rest of the evening.

It wasn’t until the sun began to peak out over the horizon that you finally fell asleep, entwined in the arms of the mafia boss and his most trusted enforcer. You were safe, content, and fully satisfied with how your night had turned out, even if it hadn’t gone to plan. 

After that evening, Bucky and Steve made good on their promise to protect you, moving against Tony Stark and ensuring the leader of the Manhattan mafia knew you belonged to Brooklyn’s crime boss. They also ensured your father was taken care of, and wouldn’t get himself into trouble again.

With your men seeing to your every whim, you were able to retire from being a thief. But you still used your skills for fun sometimes. 

Every once in a while, you played the part of their little thief, attempting to steal from Steve and/or Bucky and letting yourself get caught so that they could punish you how they saw fit. Occasionally, Steve would let you convince him to betray his boss, until Bucky caught the two of you and punished you both. 

But no matter what, you always ended up entwined with both the mafia boss Bucky Barnes and his most trusted enforcer, Steve Rogers, happy and loved in their arms. All told, it was a much better existence than the life of a thief. 

the life of a thief part 1

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8 - Coming soon

The day had been gruelling and long, with patrons coming and going in their flocks due to the beating sun. The small, family owned arcade you worked at along the shore was rustic and had that old timey feel, yet still managed to pull in the younger crowd. You loved it, loved the job, loved the area, your colleagues, but your boss was something else entirely.

Jake Jensen had taken over for his father a few years ago, now the sole owner of the little amusement hall like his father and his father before him. A shared passion that passed down the generations and kept the small business alive. You loved how excited Jake got when a new machine or game dropped, how animated he became as he spoke about the ins and outs of different mechanics or genres.

He was gorgeous and kind and had that geeky boyish charm that you craved. The problem was, he was also completely oblivious to the way he made you feel. To the way your thighs clenched when he got too close or the way saliva pooled in your mouth when he'd lift the edge of his tee to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing his sculptured vee that dipped down beneath his jeans.

You wanted him, more than anything and you had dropped hint after hint in an attempt to get what you wanted, but Jake remained unphased or maybe unbothered. You hoped it was just his blissful unawareness of women and not that he just wasn't interested in you, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before you gave up.

"Busy today huh boss?" You purred with a smirk, leaning over his desk whilst pushing your boobs together in an attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah, busier than usual." He muttered over his computer, not even glancing up from the screen as usual.

You internally huffed in annoyance, wondering just how much more obvious you needed to be.

"You want me to fill up the coin pushers tonight?" You offered, biting down on your lip as you looked over the object of your desires.

"Please that would really help." He agreed as his fingers worked over the keyboard and his brows furrowed at the screen.

"No problem." You sighed, turning on your heel and shaking your head at your own stupidity.

"Hey." He called from behind you, as you reached the door and your whole body stilled, heart hammering as you dared a glance over your shoulder to see Jake looking back at you with a smile on his gorgeous plush lips.

"Yeah?" You replied, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Did you know the first pusher was invented in 1964 in the UK?" Jake grinned, clearly enthusiastic about yet another lesser known fact.

"No that's interesting." You swallowed, stamping down the lump in your throat. God he was impossible.

"Yeah I thought so too." Jake chuckled before turning back to his computer.

The answer looked clearer now than ever before, you just weren't his type, he wasn't interested or maybe you hadn't been nearly bold enough.

You decided there and then, one more push and you'd never say anything again, you'd take the rejection and your dignity and push down the feelings for him that had been festering for months.

"Cool well...I'll get on that...." You smiled, "But if you need me to help take a load off anywhere else, or just, take a load, let me know."

With that you walked out of the office door, hearing a scrape of a chair and a muttered voice behind you.

"I will." Jake answered before his brows raised and he looked up at the empty doorway with a lump in his throat, quickly shoving himself from his chair. "Wait what?"

You approached the first of many coin pushers, tapping your left hand down on the glass as you looked down, in an attempt to assess what it needed, despite your mind reeling at the devastation of Jake not wanting you.

Your right hand slipped into your back pocket to collect your master keys when you felt a hand on your wrist stilling you and a body slowly push up against your back.

"Please," Jake rasped against your ear with a shaky voice, "Tell me I took that how you meant it."

You pressed your ass back against him, feeling him already hard against you as a low strangled growl escaped his throat.

"It feels like you did." You breathed as your own heart sped up and arousal pooled in your panties.

"Thank fuck." Jake groaned, desperately grabbing the waistband of your trousers and yanking them down along with your underwear.

You barely had time to register what was happening before his cock was buried in your cunt, hands pressed flat against the top of the machine and his nose buried in the crook of your neck while your pussy pulsed around him with need.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He groaned, slipping his cock from you to thrust back in to the hilt.

Your hips snapped against the harsh glass corners of the pusher, hands now pressed flat next to Jake's to keep yourself on your toes, but you didn't care, because he was finally inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was always supposed to carve out his space inside you.

"I've been dropping enough hints." You moaned.

"You have?" Jake squeaked in surprise.

"Uh huh." You nodded feebly, voice raspy and broken while he pummeled himself inside you, "Almost daily for the last couple months."

"Shit I'm such a dumbass." Jake groaned, slipping his hands from the glass and sliding them under your t shirt, taking hold of your hips, "Been jerking off at home to the thought of you when I could of been having you this whole time."

"Exactly." You smirked.

"Did you think about me too?" He moaned, dragging his nose along the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling you as he finally took you.

You only groaned in response, even more aroused at the idea of him stroking his cock to the thought of you.

"Tell me?" He pleaded, again, pressing a single kiss to your neck.

"I did." You gasped.

"Oh fuck." He grunted, forehead dropping down onto your shoulder, "Not gonna be a dumbass from now on."

"Please." You begged, unsure whether it was in response to what he'd said or the fact your stomach was tightening and your body was pulsing as an orgasm built.

"Gonna keep you so full." He groaned as his hips continued slamming against your ass, "Take you out back between shifts."

"God." You groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Your head dropped back, landing against his shoulder and Jake took the opportunity to start placing rushed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah you like that idea?" He murmured against your cheek, "You wanna be mine?"

"It's all I want." You breathed.

"Well you're mine now kitten." He promised, hands tightening on your hips, "All mine."

"Yes Jake." You cried as your body began to shake in preparation for release, blood pumped to your ears and your eyes closed, ready to be taken by the bliss.

"You're so fucking perfect." Jake grunted, "Feels so good."

"Don't stop." You begged in a whisper.

"I won't. Fuck." He rasped, "Gonna make you feel so good."

His cock continued slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and hushed moans filled the empty arcade as the smell of musk and sex surrounded you both.

"Please. So close." You panted, fingers twitching against the glass, desperate for something to hold on too.

"Let go kitten, cum for me." Jake grunted, hips speeding up in excitement at your upcoming orgasm.

"Fuck." You practically yelled when you finally came. Your pussy gushed around his cock, eyes glazing and body flooding with heat.

"That's it. Shit." Jake groaned shakily as his own orgasm began to take route, "Gripping me so hard, fuck, gonna bust."

He quickly pulled out with a groan, spilling warm cum all over your ass as the pussy clenched around nothing but cold air.

Your torso collapsed over the glass, chest heaving as you panted, trying to catch your breath with a smile on your face.

"Holy shit." Jake panted, dropping his forehead between your shoulders, wet half hard cock sticking against your ass, "That was amazing."

"Yeah." You smiled.

"You mean it?" He asked shyly, sliding his palms up and down along your sides, "Are you mine now?"

"Yeah I am." You grinned.

"Thank fuck." He grunted and you let out a giggle.

Jake pressed a kiss to your back before pulling himself up behind you. You pressed your palms to the glass, pushing your body up as Jake's hands circled your waist, pulling you close to him with his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh hey, we need more prizes in here." You said, looking through the glass as your hands clasped over his arms.

"So we do." Jake smirked.

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

"I quit!" You yelled as you stormed into Mark's office the following day, slamming your hands down on his desk.

You'd had no sleep, tossing and turning while you went over everything that happened, what Ransom did to you, Chris' reaction.

As much as the possessive fuck Chris gave you turned you on, you knew your relationship wouldn't survive what Ransom had planned, you wouldn't survive. How could you? How could you come home to the man of your dreams after letting that entitled prick touch you, take what he wanted without your consent? No, no amount of money or security was worth that.

"What? What the fuck did you just say?" Mark sneered up at you from his chair.

"I said I quit." You repeated angrily, "I won't let you offer me up to Ransom without my consent."

"So give me your consent." Mark snarled as his fists curled and his skin turned red, all the way up the circular shine on the top of his head.

"No! I won't do it." You snapped back, "I quit."

"You can't quit. Do you realise how fragile everything is right now?" He yelled back, pushing himself back on his chair to stand up. "Do you think Drysdale is gonna stick around if you leave?"

"I don't really care Mark. It's not my problem." You scoffed, stepping back to cross your arms over your chest, there was no way you were backing down, not this time.

"Listen here girlie!" Mark snarled as he rounded the desk, trying to intimidate you by pointing his finger in your face, the smell of alcohol and cigarettes surrounding you, "I gave you a job when you and your little boyfriend were struggling to get by, living in that shitty little trailer park, I gave you a chance when you had no experience and now you're gonna just leave me in the dirt?"

"You left me in the dirt the minute you made that deal." You bit back, turning around to finally leave. You were done, enough was enough.

A hand curled into the back of your hair, pulling sharply as a growl permiated the air. You tried to ply his hands off with your own but he only pulled harder and harder until your knees buckled and he forced you to the ground, keeping his tight grip around your hair like a leash.

"Oww, you're hurting me." You screamed at him, still clawing desperately at his hands.

"I don't give a shit." He snarled from behind you, yanking your head back so you could see up his nose as he glared down at you in disgust, "You're gonna go in that dressing room and put on something shift worthy and get your ass out on the floor. Drysdale is here and will be for every single one of your shifts from now on, so get to it!"

"Fuck you!" You yelled.

"I'm not the one who wants to fuck you girlie," He sniggered, "But I'll gladly remind you of your place."

"Get off of me!" You screamed again, praying that someone would hear, that someone would help.

"Last chance." Mark yelled, "Are you gonna cooperate if I let you go?"

"No! I won't!" You hissed.

"Then you leave me no choice." He tutted before turning his face to the office door and yelling, "Hey Paul!"

The door opened immediately and your body froze, eyes glazing over as you realised one of the security guards had heard everything, he'd heard you screaming in pain and done nothing, he wasn't on your side.

"Yeah boss?" Paul swallowed nervously, shifting on his feet with his hands clasped in front of him, as he avoided looking down at you.

"Go get Drysdale will ya?" Mark sneered at the other man.

"No problem boss." Paul muttered nervously before turning back to the door.

"What? No." You trembled, "What are you doing?"

Mark offered you no response, simply grunting behind you as your nails dug into the flesh of his hand, strength weakening with every failed attempt to get him off.

A few minutes later, the door clicked open once more and your gaze snapped up, tears streaming down your face from the pain, as you watched Ransom walk through the door with a concerned look on his face and a furrow in his brow.

"Hey Mark, Bunny." He greeted you softly, "What's going on?"

"Time for plan B Drysdale." Mark hissed, "There's nothing else I can do."

"Really?" Ransom scoffed as his jaw tensed and his attention turned to you, "Bunny? You tryna quit on me?"

You didn't even give him an answer, turning back to your boss and screaming as hard as your lungs would allow, "Get the fuck off of me now!"

"Fine," Mark scoffed, "Here you go!"

He shoved you forward, releasing your hair as he did and you fell, landing in front of Ransom's feet on your elbows.

"Oww." You grunted at the impact, quickly pushing yourself off from the floor.

Before you could even attempt to get to the door, Ransom's arms encased you, folding over your back and pinning your arms to the side as your face met his chest.

"Ransom get off." You pleaded as you thrashed in his grip, "Please."

"Not a chance Bunny." He said sternly, looking down at you in disappointment, "You aren't going anywhere."

"I am." You snapped back up at him, hating the way his pupils were blown and his lips were curled upwards, as if he was enjoying your fight, "I've quit. I won't do it anymore. I don't care what you do to this cretin, pull your funds from the club, close him down, whatever, but I'm not going to pretend I'm yours anymore."

"You ARE mine." He growled back at you, hands gripping you tighter.

"I'm not!" You snapped, finally releasing everything you'd held onto for months, things you'd wanted to say but couldn't, "I never was! You were just another client. Another asshole to pay my bills so me and my boyfriend could live a better life, I never wanted you, I never liked you, you're nothing to me, get it?"

Your nose wrinkled in anger, chest heaving heavily while Ransom's jaw ticked in irritation, nostrils flaring.

"Oh Bunny." He tutted, "That wasn't very nice. Don't worry, we'll correct those manners soon enough. Time to come home, with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with you." You hissed back.

"You don't have a god damn choice." He snarled back and you let out a shrill scream, thrashing your body as hard as possible, desperately trying to get enough power into your legs to kick at him.

You gathered your strength pushing every bit of energy you had into lifting your thigh, kneeing Ransom straight in the balls.

It had it's intended effect, Ransom grunted sharply, hips jumping back and arms loosening just enough so you could wiggle free and make your break for the door.

Your hand reached out, fist gripped around the handle, freedom just a second away, when Ransom lunged at you with a growl. He picked you up by the waist from behind, pulling you from the ground while you screamed and kicked your legs and arms however you could.

"Stop being a brat." Ransom yelled as he tossed you onto the ground, your hip colliding with the floor with a thump as you landed on your side.

He quickly climbed over you, forcing you onto your front with your arms pinned behind your back, one leg knelt over your thighs so you could no longer fight him off.

Another scream left your lungs, head turning to the side you could snarl at Ransom who was panting heavily, looking equally exhausted and angry.

The door opened, causing Ransom and Mark's gazes to snap up, but your gaze stayed narrowed on Ransom, glaring directly into his soul as though you could burn him alive from the inside out.

"Umm boss?" Paul stuttered as he pushed into the room, eyes flicking down to you so quickly you didn't even see it, eyes widening and throat bobbing harshly before Mark pulled his attention back.

"Yeah Paul, what is it?" Mark called over the top of you.

"There's some guy banging on the main door." Paul said sheepishly, pointing behind him, "He's asking where Bunny is. Says she's been in here too long and to let her out."

"What?" Mark hissed.

"What, you thought I came without back up?" You scoffed angrily, "Chris is here waiting for me. I knew you'd try to force my hand, but it's not happening, I'm going home."

"You're right bunny, you're going home." Ransom agreed abruptly, "With me."

He reached into his back pocket and you heard a click, like the cap of a pen being flung off before suddenly feeling a sharp scratch in your neck.

"No...." You whispered as your eyes became hazy and your muscles began to loosen, until you couldn't even feel them anymore.

"Shhh...shhh...it's okay..." Ransom coo'd softly, finally releasing your wrists to run his hands through your hair as you blacked out.

"Take her out the back and quick." Mark ordered, "I don't know how long I'll be able to hold that jackass off before he storms the place."

"Fine by me." Ransom huffed, jumping to his feet before reaching down and scooping you up, throwing you over his shoulder.

"Come on Bunny." Ransom smiled as he patted your ass and headed for the door, "Let's get you home, no one can keep us apart anymore."

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

SS Tag - @buckysdecaflove

CE tag - @mommad @venigrantrogers

"You sure this is okay Arvin?" You sighed, clutching your duffle bag in front of your legs with both hands, as you looked around the run down motel room he'd booked for you.

The wallpaper was peeling off and the whole place smelt of damp, but it was still better than being at home.

"O'course darlin'." Arvin smiled back softly, "Whatever you need okay?"

"Thank you. It's been a lot..I just need...just one night....to fuckin' think ya know?" You rambled on, crossing into the small space to dump your bag in the single chair there.

It had been a long few weeks dealing with Lee. After the first night he'd fucked you, he seemed to have relentless energy. He cornered you at every opportunity, taking your mouth or pussy on a daily basis, sometimes multiple times a day and you were just exhausted.

Your mama remained completely oblivious as usual, looking at him with stars in her eyes while she drank herself towards an early grave and passed out early each night.

"Yeah I get it." Arvin sighed, "Your stepdad seems like a piece of work and your mama..."

He shook his head sheepishly before dipping it away from you.

"Shit sorry," He mumbled apologetically, "I shouldn't be sayin' those things to ya."

"No it's okay, you're not wrong." You replied, pressing your lips together, "I just dunno what to do. I tried savin' up money from my job so I could skip town but well... Lee found out and he wasn't pleased."

You dropped onto the edge of the bed with a humph, blowing air out of your cheeks.

"What he do?" Arvin said with a tense jaw as he came to stand in front of you, "Did he hurt you? I swear to God if he hurt you.."

"Arvin it's okay, I'm okay..." You reassured him, reaching out to take his hands in yours, not wanting him to get tangled up in this mess anymore than he already was, "Please, you don't have to do that, not for me."

"I do darlin'." He promised, fingers twitching around ours, "My sister, god rest her soul, I couldn't help her when the wrong man hurt her, but I can help you."

You had no doubt that if you revealed just how deep the issues with Lee went, Arvin wouldn't hesitate to storm over to your house and pick a fight, a fight you weren't sure he'd win, so you did what you had to, lying to protect him.

"He...hasn't hurt me...not physically okay?" You promised as convincingly as you could, "He just...took the money an' won't give it back."

You saw the anger flick over his face, before he sighed and his face softened as he spoke, "You tell me if that changes though right?"

"Yeah I will." You nodded with a flat lipped smile.

"Promise?" He pressed and you felt the guilt kick you straight in the gut.

"Yeah, sure." You mumbled before dropping his hands.

Arvin had been so good to you after that first date. He appeared at your work and promised that Lee wouldn't stop him from seeing you. So you've stolen moments together, getting to know each other as he appeared at the diner counter daily with a smile and a new tale to tell. You hadn't seen each other outside of that, until you had broken down crying earlier that day, revealing how exhausted you were from being in the house with Lee and he'd come up with the motel to help you out.

"Come on let's get some sleep." Arvin offered, pulling you from your thoughts, "I'll take the floor."

"No, we can share the bed, if you want?" You offered shyly as Arvin's face flushed red.

"You sure?" He asked with widened eyes.

"Yeah, I think I'd like to be close to you ya know?" You smiled, watching as his lips curled into a wide smile.

"Well okay then." He grinned.

You changed in the small bathroom, into a thin white nightie, before climbing into the rickety old bed. Arvin had already removed his jeans, settling down in his white underwear and shirt.

He immediately opened his arms for you, letting you settle against his side, close enough to smell the dirt and grime that still clung to his skin from work, but you loved it, it was the smell you looked forward to each day.

Your mind finally felt calm for the first time in weeks. You weren't worrying about Lee getting home from work, about what he'd expect from you. You weren't worried about your mama being drunk and having to help her passed out form get to bed, you were at peace, or at least some small version of it.

Before you knew it you were softly snoring against Arvin's chest, mouth agape, dribble collecting on his shirt while he drifted off above you with his arm snug around your waist.

You didn't know how much time passed before you woke abruptly to a loud banging, shooting to sit on the bed with your palm over your hammering heart while Arvin jumped out of the sheets, darting across the room to peak through the blinds.

"Open up!" Came Lee's voice and you looked at Arvin fearfully, clutching the sheets to your chest as he continued pounding on the door.

Arvin looked back at you, placing his finger to his lips and telling you to stay where you were.

"Open this fuckin' door right now!" Lee yelled again.

Arvin walked over to the door, casting another look back at you worriedly.

"Open the fuckin' door!" Lee screamed, causing you to flinch in fear.

Arvin gripped the handle, pulling the door inward but keeping his body flush against it, so that the bed and you were completely hidden from view.

"Jesus mister what's wrong with you..." Arvin ranted, feigning just waking up, "Oh... Lee... Mr Bodecker sir, what are you doin' here?"

"Where is she?" Lee yelled, fists clenching at his sides.

"Where's who?" Arvin responded in confusion, furrowing his brows at the taller man.

"Don't play dumb with me boy, I warned you to stay away, now get out of the way." Lee ordered roughly, attempting to step over the threshold of the room but he was halted by Arvin's unmoving form.

"Can't do that sir." Arvin said firmly, "See, I don't know where your daughter is, but I do got a lady in there and well...you kinda scared the bejesus outta her..."

You could only sit silently and listen, hoping and praying that by some miracle ltee would believe Arvin's lies and leave you be.

"Listen here Arlen..." Lee spat as he closed the gap between his face and Arvin's, pointing his finger at him aggressively.

"It's Arvin.." Arvin responded smugly.

"I don't really give a damn, so you listen to me." Lee growled furiously, spit flying from his mouth, "I know she's with you, I know you're hidin' her in there and for your sake I better find her clothed and untouched or jail will be the least of your worries."

"With all due respect sir," Arvin replied unfazed by the muscular man in his face, "You can't do nuthin' to me, it wouldn't be right, you bein' an officer of the law an' all."

"That's where you're wrong boy," Lee sneered, "I'm the god damn sheriff, I am the law, now move."

Before Arvin could protest, Lee's fist was flying towards his face, hitting him straight in the temple with such ferocity that he dropped to the floor, dizzily clutching at his head while Lee stormed into the room.

His eyes darted around before landing on your quivering form, cheeks now dusted with tears. His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring as he took in your state.

"You!" He yelled, pointing his finger out of the door, "Get your god damn ass into my car right now."

"Lee...Daddy please...I just..." You began to beg, clambering from the bed to grab your bag.

Lee's eyes raked over you, taking in your short, thin nightie and bare legs, growling deep in his throat in annoyance.

"I don't wanna hear no excuses outta your slutty little mouth." He yelled once more, "Get in the fuckin' car!"

Your tears began pouring more drastically, and you froze in your spot, shaking your head. You couldn't do this anymore, you wouldn't.

"You sayin' no to me?" Lee sneered, wrinkling his nose in anger when you remained unmoving, before he let out a menacingly chuckle.

"Well okay then." He chuffed, "Let's take this up a notch huh?"

His hand slipped behind his back, gripping at the gun tucked into his belt and he pulled it free, keeping his eyes on you while his gun pointed straight at Arvin, who suddenly stilled his subtle attempts to stand, eyes widening as they locked on the gun.

Your eyes widened, your heart hammered and your hands shook as you looked between Lee, Arvin and the gun now threatening his life.

"You've got to the count of Five." Lee ordered, "One."

Your eyes searched his, looking for any hope that he was bluffing, that he wouldn't do what he was threatening.

"Two!" He yelled, eyes glaring back at yours.

Lee licked his lower lip and cocked the gun.

"Three." He sneered.

"Don't listen to him darlin', I'll be okay." Arvin called over to you from the floor, but your eyes were still locked on Lee's, desperation taking over.

"Four." Lee smiled wickedly, as the thought of shooting Arvin drew closer.

"Okay, I'm goin' I'm goin'." You panicked, shakily grabbing your bag from the chair, not even bothering to collect your shoes for fear it would make him more mad.

"Too fuckin' right." Lee grunted, tucking the gun back into his belt, despite wanting to shoot Arvin anyway.

You scampered around Lee as he snarled at you, quickly scuttling out of the door towards his cruiser.

"And you!" Lee yelled as he crouched down in front of Arvin, "I warned you, I don't wanna run into your skinny hide again or you'll be thrown in jail for a long time ya hear me?"

"Sure thing asshole." Arvin scoffed.

Lee's eyes narrowed, lips pressing together as he stood and swiftly kicked Arvin straight in the stomach, hearing him cough and sputter as he stormed out of the room and towards you.

You gasped as he grabbed your upper arm, dragging you to the back of the car, where he threw you into the back seats, slamming the door behind him, locking you in the car like you were just another criminal.

He didn't speak as he sped off into the midnight darkness, with his knuckles whitening around the steering wheel as he clenched it in his fists. You managed to straighten yourself out, folding your arms across yourself as you shivered from the cold and the fear.

A short while later, Lee pulled along a dusty road, tires creaking across the gravelly path until he came to a small clearing at the start of the woods.

"You're gonna learn a good fuckin' lesson today girl." He grunted as he pushed down the handbrake, quickly shoving his door open and pushing himself out of his seat.

"I'm sorry." You whimpered when your door opened and his palm was wrapped around your bicep once more, dragging you from the car into the cold open air, while your bare feet hit the cold dirt floor.

"Sorry ain't gonna cut it." He growled, "Not when you been shackin' up with that boy behind my back."

"I didn't." You begged, "I just needed a night away."

He came to a stop at the forest's edge, the only light being cast from the cars over head lights.

"Then you tell me and I'll take you to a nicer motel, hell I'll even spring for a meal if you're good." He offered sternly, as if he wasn't the reason you needed to get away in the first place, "Now tell me, did you open your legs for that boy?"

"No...I promise.." You muttered, eyes widening at the insinuation "We just...cuddled."

"Cuddled?" Lee scoffed, "What is this a fuckin' romance novel or some o' that shit you read? This is the real world honey, the real world ain't so kind. Sooner you learn that the better."

"Okay." You almost yelled as tears began pooling in your eyes again, while darting around the dense woods before you, dark and ominous, "Can we just go home please? I'm scared."

"Ha you think you're scared now." He chuffed, finally releasing your arm to take a step back away from you as a smirk appeared on his face, "We're gonna play ourselves a little game, right here in these woods."

"What?" You gasped, clutching your arms tightly over your chest as goosebumps spread over your bare skin.

"I'm gonna let you go, let you run free." Lee revealed, "Hell I'll even turn around, won't even watch where you're goin'."

"What? I don't understand..." You said with furrowed brows.

"Well you ain't the brightest are ya sweetie?" He chuckled, "Now you're gonna get a little headstart and then Daddy's gonna try to catch ya."

"What?" You gasped in horror, "I don't...I can't..."

"You will darlin'." He sneered, tucking his thumbs into his belt by his hips, "You'll run for your god damn life, cause if I catch you, I ain't gonna go easy on your sorry ass."

Your mouth opened and closed, throat bobbing harshly as your eyes grew hazy.

"Here's the deal." Lee continued, "You run. If you get away from me and survive 'til sunrise, I'll leave you alone, hell I'll even pay for you to leave town if that's what you want."

"What? You will?" You squeaked, unsure whether to believe him or not while he stood so nonchalantly before you

"But if I catch you," He growled, eyes darkening as they raked over your body, "You stop playin' games with me, you'll stop actin' like an ungrateful brat and start bein' good for your daddy, we got a deal?"

You gulped harshly, mind running at a thousand miles a minute as you looked between him and the trees. Could you do it? Could you survive the few hours til sunrise and finally be free? Could you accept your position if you lost?

"Haven't got all day to decide darlin'." Lee drawled, watching you with amusement, "We haven't got long til the suns up."

"O..okay." You stammered, deciding to take your chances, "Yes..deal."

"Well look at that," Lee chuckled with a smile, "You got some fight in ya after all. Well alright then sweetheart, times tickin', off you go."

You didn't waste a single second, quickly sprinting off into the dense trees as sticks and stones stabbed into the flesh of your feet.

You could do it. You just needed to find somewhere to hide, somewhere you could remain quiet, to not let him track you by making noisy footsteps.

It was getting darker and darker the further you got in and even as your eyes adjusted, all shapes around you were distorted, you knew you had a chance, you could win.

You gasped as you almost stumbled over a small ledge, body wobbling to steady yourself as you heard laughter in the distance, the sound of your capturer making chase.

You carefully lowered yourself down the ledge and settled yourself on the ground, flattening your back against the ledge with your knees pulled up to your chest and your arms desperately holding them to try and keep yourself warm while you waited Lee out.

"Oh darlin'." Lee drawled from somewhere in the distance, branches crunching under his heavy boot steps, completely uncaring that you could hear him, "Where are ya baby, Daddy's cocks already hard and waitin' for ya."

You stared silent, gripping your legs so harshly that your own fingertips were sure to leave marks on your skin.

The steps drew closer, gravel kicking over the edge of the ledge you had taken shelter by, scattering against your body.

"Mmm I know you're close sweetheart," Lee smiled, "Can smell that sweet perfume ya got soaked in your pretty skin."

You let out a silent sob, clamping your hand over your mouth as tears spilled down your cheeks.

You heard a shuffle above you, before a large body jumped from the ledge, landing in front of you.

"Boo." Lee laughed as your face turned white.

"Ahh..." You screamed, clambering to your feet and trying to get around him but he was too quick, he closed the distance easily, clamping his arms around your waist from behind and hauling your feet off the ground.

"Ah ah ah, I don't think so baby girl." He smirked smugly, "You're mine now. So stop jerkin' around and take what your daddy gives ya."

"Please...Daddy...." You gasped breathily, "Please don't hurt me."

"Oh baby, it'll only hurt for a minute, then ya might even enjoy it." He chuckled and you knew there was no use fighting, he was too strong, too quick, he had you, he'd won.

He dropped to his knees with you still in his arms before pushing your torso down into the dirt and hiking your backside up onto your knees, grunting as he quickly ripped your panties off beneath your nightie that he pushed over your hips.

He hurried to release his hard cock from the confines of his jeans, quickly pushing them down to his knees along with his underwear before he began groping your ass cheeks harshly in his palms.

You inhaled sharply, ready for the stretch his cock always provided your pussy, breath faltering and eyes widening in panic when you felt him drag the head of his cock over your other hole.

"What are you doin'?" You squeaked, trying to pull your hips away from him but he was quick to drag you back, landing a hard slap to your ass cheek as a warning.

"Oh baby," He laughed mockingly, "Did you think Daddy was gonna give your pussy attention after the way you been behavin'? Not a chance, Daddy's got another hole right here just waitin' for me to stretch it open."

He pushed the tip to your hole again, tongue hanging over his lower lip as he watched the way it wrinkled before him.

"Please..." You sobbed, shaking your head in the dirt as your hands grasped at the ground.

"I do love it when you beg darlin'..." He groaned, forcing himself forward until the tip of his huge cock was stretching you out.

"Oh god...it stings...stop!" You cried.

He slapped your ass again while his tip stayed nestled inside you, this time even harder, sharper, leaving a pain that shot through your spine and had you gritting your teeth.

"We had an agreement!" Lee yelled, "You're mine, you fuckin' agreed, now you stick to your fuckin' word and be a good girl for me while I take what I want."

You let out a whimper, bottom lip wobbling as your chest heaved.

"What was that?" He coaxed in annoyance, taking your hips in a bruising grip.

"Yes Daddy." You said in a low squeak, eyes clenching shut in preparation for his assault.

"Better." He mused with a smile.

He returned to his mission, pushing forward to stretch your ass even further, not giving you a chance to breath as he forced you to take more of his cock.

"Oh shit baby, god it's so fuckin' tight." He moaned in pleasure, "Maybe if you'd been a good girl I woulda worked it open for you nice and slow, but nah, you had to be a little brat."

He snapped his hips forward, forcing the rest of his cock into your ass with a snarl. You let out a silent scream, crying into the ground at the throbbing pain.

"There we go. Fuck." He grunted, "Oh god, feels like fuckin' heaven."

He began pulling his cock from you, only to thrust back into you again as you whimpered beneath him.

"You feel that baby?" Lee teased, "Daddy's all the way up in your little asshole. Feels good doesn't it, givin' in."

He started fucking you without abandon, snapping his hips against your ass cheeks while you writhed and cried.

You were glad when the pain eased off, precum seeping from Lee's cock to lubricate your hole.

His balls slapped against your folds and clit with each pound and suddenly your head began to feel strange, your body began to wind up like a spring preparing to bounce, as tingles spread through your core. You'd never experienced this with Lee before and you didn't want too, especially now, not like this.

"Things are gonna change now baby." Lee grunted as he tightened his hold on your hips, rocking back and forth into your ass, completely unaware of the storm rolling through your body.

"Gonna divorce your useless mama," He announced, "Get her put in some junkie hole and me and you are gonna have ourselves a little weddin'."

Your eyes widened and you gasped at his announcement, unable to speak as he kept slamming into you and working your coil tighter and tighter.

"Yeah, gonna be together properly, out in the open." He continued.

You let out a squeak as you sobbed, all the while your brain was screaming but your body was delighting in the way it was being used.

"You didn't think I actually liked your mama did ya?" Lee chuckled as his breathing became harsh from the exertion.

"Hell no baby." He mocked, "Saw you at the station come to collect her, god you looked so sweet, but you're a tough one to crack, couldn't get away from me fast enough."

You bit down on your lip, tears soaking through the gaps onto your tongue as you processed his words, that he'd planned this from the beginning.

"Your mama was desperate though," He continued, "Easy enough to work my way into your life that way. All worked out in the end didn't it, now you're mine and always will be."

Despite everything, the things he was telling you and how much you hated him, your body spasmed, coil snapping and heat searing through your skin as you came with a loud groan, "Oh god!"

Lee's movements eased slightly, eyes widening as he looked down at you in surprise before a smile spread across his face.

"Well shit baby, did you just come?" He teased in amusement.

You couldn't respond, too busy riding out the waves of bliss from your unwanted orgasm.

"Just came with nothin' even stuffed in that pussy, just from Daddy destroying your ass." He snorted, "See your body has accepted it darlin', time for your silly little head to catch up."

He growled low in his throat, snapping his hips against you a few more times before he buried himself to the hilt, moaning as he began to fill your ass with come, "Fuck. That's it. Shit."

Lee pulled out with a hiss and a smug smile on his face, tickling his finger along your ass to prod at the come leaking from you.

"Well would you look at that..." He grinned, "Now all your holes have been filled with my come. I own you now, you understand?"

What could you say? There was nothing you could do. Nothing but to accept that there was no escape, you'd agreed to this, your body responded to this, you would never be free, never.

"Yes..." You whispered.

"Louder baby." Lee growled as he pushed himself to his feet and began tucking himself away, "I know you got better manners than that."

"Yes Daddy, I understand." You swallowed, forcing your words to come out louder than before.

His hand wrapped around your arm, pulling you up from the ground as he planted himself in front of you. He took your chin in his palm, pulling your dirty and tear stricken face up to his.

"Good girl." He grinned, "Come on then, let's go home and tell your mama the good news."

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

"This is stupid!" Sam yelled, waving his gun in the air.

"The games the game." Bucky chuffed with a smirk.

"You're the one who suggested this." Yelena chuckled alongside Bucky.

"Yeah a nice normal game of Lazer tag. Not Lazer tag with the world's best assassin!" Sam continued.

"Look man," Joaquin huffed as he joined Sam's side, "Maybe we just call it quits, we've gone 5 rounds, we keep losing."

"No we go again." Sam replied sternly, pointing at Bucky with narrowed eyes, "You, left hand only."

"Fine by me." Bucky grinned before jogging back into the darkened zone laughing.

After a lot of deliberation, you'd decided to brave a trip to the doctor's office, deciding you were ready to take a big step in your personal life.

Doctor Kemp had taken over your local doctors clinic a few years ago and you felt content under his care.

He was always friendly with you, making you feel at ease with your issues and you had confided in him about almost everything. You knew that today's conversation would only be okay because of him, despite how nervous you were.

You entered the clinic with a hammering heart and shaky palms, locating a seat as far away from anyone else as possible, after a quick check in with the receptionist. You were anxious as other patients stepped in and out of the double doors for their own appointments, biting at your nails and leg bouncing as you waited. 

When your name was finally called, you scampered through the doors and along the pristine white halls to Doctor Kemp's office, knocking quickly before entering, after hearing the sound of his soft voice calling you inside.

"Good morning." He smiled at you from his seat by his computer, "Take a seat."

You smiled back shyly, flopping down in your seat so quickly that you winced on impact and immediately flushed red in embarassment. 

Doctor Kemp looked back at you with a glint of amusement in his eyes, lips turned up into that charming smile you'd come to know all too well.

"Hi Doctor Kemp." You breathed shakily as you tried to compose yourself, "Thank you for seeing me."

You placed your palms in your lap, spine ridged and stiff while Steve relaxed back in his seat.

"What can I do for you today?" He asked, steepling his hands in front of his chest, with his elbows on his knees as he appraised you.

"I uhh...well..." You uttered, scratching nervously at your forehead, "It's kind of embarrassing..."

"It's okay, you know you can tell me." He smiled softly before letting out a light chuckle, "I don't bite."

"Okay well..." You sighed, glancing around the sterile room to avoid making eye contact for too long, "I uhh....I want to get some kind of birth control."

"Oh is that right?" Steve replied with a harsh underbite to his tone.

"Yeah," You continued, oblivious to his change in demeanor, "I just don't know what kind of one to get or whatever, I was wondering if you could help."

"Forgive me sweetie, but last time we spoke you informed me you were still a virgin." He said sternly, "Is that no longer the case?"

"Oh, uhh yeah I am." You said pressing your lips together, "I'm just...preparing I guess....trying to be safe."

"You got yourself a boyfriend now?" He grumbled with a raised brow, flattening his palms on his thighs to stop them clenching into fists.

"No, yeah." You mumbled, "Uhh I dunno. Kind of. It's new."

"And things have been heating up?" Steve pressed, "Has he touched you?"

His fingers twitched against his thigh and his jaw ticked in irritation, as he watched your face blush at the question.

"Nn..no. Not exactly." You mumbled, rubbing your hands together in your lap, "But he uhhh..he asked me to touch him..so I just want to be prepared..."

Steve's shoulders relaxed and you watched as he visibly exhaled before his face softened. He reached across the space, taking your hand in his and gently running his thumb along your knuckles. 

Your friends told you their doctors were cold and uncaring, Steve wasn't like that, he was always soft with you and always made sure to touch you in such gentle caring ways, you knew you were safe with him.

"You sure you're ready sweetie?" He asked softly, watching you nibble your lower lip.

"Yeah I think so." You sighed, "I mean I'm 23 now and I've waited a long time."

"I know." He smiled, "You're such a sweet girl, so innocent."

"Yeah well...maybe I'm ready for more ya know?" You replied, unsure whether you were trying to convince Doctor Kemp or yourself, but you were fed up of the things your friends said about you, of missing out on something your friends all talked about like it was a gateway drug.

"Okay well as your doctor I guess I'll have to trust what you're saying for the mental side of being ready," Steve hummed, still holding your palm in his, "But there's still the physical."

"Physical?" You gulped, looking up at Steve's blue eyes with your doe ones, as confusion laced your brow.

"Yeah, your vagina might not be ready."  Steve replied. 

"Oh." You gasped in shock, "Really? But...I thought...the girls said.."

"You think your friends know more than me? A qualified practitioner?" Steve scoffed, dropping your hand in your lap with irritation and you felt an embarrassed flush creep up your neck.

"No. Of course not. I just..." You mumbled apologetically.

"We'll need to do an examination." He interrupted, "Make sure everything is okay."

"Right..okay...sure...yeah...." You breathed, rubbing your now sweaty palms along your trousers.

"Good girl." Steve smiled, suddenly soft again, "You wanna jump up behind the curtain, take your jeans and panties off and pop the towel over your lap. I'll be there when you're ready."

You swallowed nervously, getting to your feet and moving to the clinical bed while your hands shook at your sides. You knew you shouldn't be nervous, Steve had seen down there before, several times in fact. He made sure you had regular check ups, making sure to take pictures of your pussy to keep on his files in case anything changed, although he'd never touched you, not once, just appraised between your legs with a clinical scrutiny.

You pulled the paper feeling curtain across the space, separating you from Steve's gaze and quickly stripped your lower half, before climbing onto the hard bed and grabbing way too much paper towel to place over your exposed core.

"Ready." You gulped nervously, hands desperately pressing the paper to your body.

"Okay." Steve hummed before pulling the curtain back, making your body flinch at the sudden screeching sound, "Comfy?" 

"Mmm it's okay." You breathed with a faux smile, "I'm just nervous."

"Don't be nervous sweetheart." He smiled reassuringly, "Nothing you haven't done before. It'll be just like when you do it yourself."

"What do you mean?" You exhaled shakily as he crossed the room, collecting a pair of blue rubber gloves from a nearby drawer.

"I mean it'll only be like when you touch yourself." He replied, facing the wall with a wide smirk and a twitch in his cock that you didn't see.

"Oh..I..I never..." You mumbled nervously, swallowing harshly with wide eyes when Steve suddenly turned to face you once more.

"You've never touched yourself before?" He asked with a raised brow and a twitch in his upper lip.

"N..no..." You repeated.

"God sweetheart, you're such an angel." He almost groaned, quickly snapping the rubber of the gloves before blowing into the opening, "So sweet."

"Oh, uh thank you Doctor Kemp." You blushed, dipping your head under his gaze.

He smiled back, pulling the latex gloves over his large hands before releasing them to his wrists with a loud slap.

"Okay just relax for me sweetie." He said softly as he positioned himself near your lower half, "Bend your knees. That's it and just let your legs drop open."

You did as he asked, pulling your legs up and planting your feet flat on the bed before dropping your knees to the sides, opening yourself up for him.

"Good girl." He praised, "See. It's okay right?"

"Yeah...okay..." You breathed, feeling more secure knowing you were safe with him as you always were.

"Okay. Let's have a look at you." Steve purred, quickly ripping the toweling away from your core and tossing it haphazardly behind him, tongue darting out to run over his lower lip as he looked at your exposed cunt.

"Mmm. Good." He hummed with a nod as his head tilted to the side.

"Is....is it okay?" You asked nervously, attempting to glance down at your own pussy.

"Very beautiful sweetheart." Steve smirked back at you before slipping his gloved hands onto your thighs gently, "Let's have a little feel, see how she's doing?"

His palms slid along the inside of your thighs until you felt his fingers tickle the outer side of your pussy and you audibly gasped at the feeling, unsure if that was how you were supposed to feel when it was your doctor touching you so innocently.

Suddenly you felt his finger tip gently flick at your untouched nub before gently massaging it and you felt an unusual heat spread across your body. 

"That feel okay?" Steve purred, glancing up at your surprised eyes and mouth hanging agape.

"Mmmhmmm." You nodded with a harsh swallow as he continued his soft movements over your clit.

"Words sweetie." Steve coaxed, "Need you to tell me how it feels."

You took a deep breath, letting your head flop back against the bed so you could stare at the ceiling instead of the way Doctor Kemp was staring back at you hungrily.

"It feels g..good." You breathed, "Kinda tingly."

"Yeah?" Steve purred in response, "You're getting nice and wet."

"Is that normal?" You squeaked suddenly, worrying as you regularly felt that flush of wetness pooling down below, often finding patches of dampness in your panties and you worried that it could mean something was wrong.

"Yeah sweetie, perfectly normal." Steve smiled, "It's a good thing."

"Oh..okay...good." You breathed, shoulders relaxing slightly, although still on edge from where he was touching you.

"Now I'm gonna need you to relax sweetheart." Steve ordered softly, "Take a deep breath. Good."

You inhaled deeply and let out a squeak as you felt one of his fingers push inside of your pussy, curling upwards to stroke your inner wall as his thumb took its place on your clit to continue the stimulation there.

Your stomach tightened, more intense heat searing at your skin as sweat began dripping from your brow.

"Oh..." You gasped at the new intrusion.

"Yeah, that okay?" Steve asked and you had to swallow, reminding yourself to use your words when all your body wanted to do was writhe and mewl.

"Mm. Feels. Good." You mumbled, chest heaving up and down.

"Yeah? You got more of those tingles?" He coaxed as he continued pumping his finger inside of you, dragging the tip against your wall and rubbing over your nub in soft circles.

"Yeah and my tummy feels funny." You admitted with a shaky breath as the strange sensations kept building.

"Good, that's what's supposed to happen sweetheart." He hummed in approval, "This is all good so far."

You let out a raspy moan as he continued working your cunt with his finger, feeling yourself becoming wetter and wetter as he continued.

"God. You're so tight." Steve groaned to himself as he stared at his finger disappearing into your virgin pussy over and over, "Dunno if you're gonna be able to take two."

"Huh? Two?" You squeaked, catching the end of his sentence and lifting your head to stare at him with a small amount of fear shooting through you.

"Of my fingers sweetie?" Steve smirked as if it was completely obvious, "Need to get two in to make sure everything is all good inside."

"Oh, okay." You nodded before dropping your head back down. You were being silly, you had nothing to be scared of, Steve was a good doctor, he'd take care of you.

"Just remember to breathe sweetheart and relax." He coaxed with a hitch in his throat, barely holding himself together as his cock pressed stiff and hard against the inside of his slacks, weeping and needy.

"Okay Doctor Kemp." You whimpered as your tummy tightened further.

"Call me Steve." He rasped as he tickled the tip of his middle finger against your opening.

"Steve?" You questioned, though it came out shaky and weak.

"Mmm. Yeah sweetie." He hummed, "You call me Steve, we know each other well enough."

"Okay Steve." You whined softly before letting out a loud moan, "Ahhh!"

"Oh yeah there we go." He grinned as he pushed his middle finger into your pussy to join the other, "Doing so good sweetie, got two fingers in there."

"Oh god. I feel...funny...." You mumbled as heat spread to the tips of your ears and tingles spread across your abdomen, stomach tightening in a way you'd never experienced in your life.

"That's good sweetheart." Steve hummed happily as he sloppily fucked you with his fingers, "That's perfect, you're going to have an orgasm."

"I am?" You gasped, unable to stop yourself from wiggling and digging your fingers into the plastic feeling bed to try and ground yourself.

"Yeah. Just let it happen." He continued, pressing more firmly on your clit and slapping his palm against your core with each thrust of his fingers, "Let me help you."

"Okay Steve." You whined, back arching from the bed involuntarily like it had a mind of its own.

"That's it. Fuck you're perfect." He groaned, using his free hand to grab his cock through his slacks, squeezing it tightly, "So tight, so wet."

"Steve." You whimpered as you felt like you were about to plummet into the abyss, body overtaken with the strange but pleasurable sensations.

"Say my name baby." He grunted, "Say my name when you come on my fingers."

You felt his fingers curl inside you, pressing on a spot that had you suddenly crying his name as your vision whited and your whole body was taken over by a white hot bliss.

"Oh god. Steeveee!" You moaned with tears pooling in your eyes.

"There we go, there she is." He breathed shakily, slowing his movements to work you through the high, "Keep breathing sweetheart, you're okay."

When your body finally relaxed against the bed, shoulders slumping with exhaustion, Steve slipped his fingers from your core, settling his dry hand on your thigh.

"You okay?" He asked softly, looking over your spent body with a proud smile.

"Mmhmm." You hummed with a lazy nod, "That was...good....I liked it...was it okay?"

"It was perfect sweetie." He reassured you, "I'm just gonna have a little taste to make sure?"

"A taste?" You said, head tipping up and eyes snapping to his, seeing a dark glint in his eyes you'd never noticed before.

"Yeah, you can tell a lot by the taste?" He smirked.

You watched as he brought the creamy coated, blue latex to his mouth, swirling his tongue around the wet digits before sucking them into his mouth with a low hum.

"Mmm god." He groaned, shifting on his feet as his erection throbbed, "Fuck."

"Is it okay?" You breathed, worried by his reaction.

"Perfect. So perfect." He hummed as his eyes rolled in pleasure at the taste of your innocence.

"Okay good." You nodded, pushing yourself up onto your elbows and letting your legs drop flat onto the bed.

Steve slowly pulled his gloves off with loud snaps of rubber, before looking at you with a gleeful smile.

"Get dressed sweetheart and we'll have a chat." He grinned before stepping towards his desk and pulling the curtain across the space, as though he hadn't just seen every part of you.

"So it was all okay?" You asked as you pulled the curtain back, clothes now firmly in place as you crossed the space and carefully sat in your seat, watching his reaction with interest.

"Yes and no." He hummed with a nod as he typed something on his computer.

"What is it?" You replied as anxiety began niggling in your mind.

He let out a sigh before turning to face you, placing his hands on your knees softly.

"You're ready sweetheart but there's a small problem." He said with a serious expression that had you shifting in your seat, hands clutching each other uselessly.

"What is it?" You mumbled as fresh tears began to pool.

"Well you're so tight that it's going to be difficult for you to have sex, painful." He admitted and your eyes widened in surprise, you had never thought about the fact that someone may not be able to fit, it hadn't even crossed your mind. You internally scolded yourself for being so stupid and naive. Your friends spoke about sex like it was so easy, you should have known it wouldn't be that simple.

"Oh." You murmured, "Is there something I can take to help?"

"I think it would be best if you come back tomorrow for a longer appointment and I will pop your cherry for you. I'll be able to do it safely and with minimal pain for you." He said, brows furrowing in concentration to stop the smirk threatening to over take his face.

"You mean? Like with equipment?" You squeaked nervously, cursing yourself when you felt more wetness pooling at the thought of Doctor Kemp playing with you again.

"No sweetie, I'll do it myself, with my cock, take real good care of you." He said softly, reaching a hand up to cradle your cheek with a genuine tenderness, "Then you should be ready for other people."

"Really? You'd do that?" You almost whimpered under his touch.

"Of course Sweetheart. Anything to help." He smiled, "I wouldn't be a very good doctor otherwise would I?"

"I guess not." You giggled, watching as his lips twisted up into a charming smile.

"Okay then." He grinned as he released you, "You go home and get some rest. You'll need it for tomorrow."

"Okay doc...Steve." You corrected yourself with a shy smile before standing, "See you tomorrow."

"Can't wait sweetheart." He smiled, watching your ass jiggle as you walked away, with his lip between his teeth and a promise to his cock that tomorrow was the day he would finally make you his, you just didn't know it yet. 

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

The day had been gruelling and long, with patrons coming and going in their flocks due to the beating sun. The small, family owned arcade you worked at along the shore was rustic and had that old timey feel, yet still managed to pull in the younger crowd. You loved it, loved the job, loved the area, your colleagues, but your boss was something else entirely.

Jake Jensen had taken over for his father a few years ago, now the sole owner of the little amusement hall like his father and his father before him. A shared passion that passed down the generations and kept the small business alive. You loved how excited Jake got when a new machine or game dropped, how animated he became as he spoke about the ins and outs of different mechanics or genres.

He was gorgeous and kind and had that geeky boyish charm that you craved. The problem was, he was also completely oblivious to the way he made you feel. To the way your thighs clenched when he got too close or the way saliva pooled in your mouth when he'd lift the edge of his tee to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing his sculptured vee that dipped down beneath his jeans.

You wanted him, more than anything and you had dropped hint after hint in an attempt to get what you wanted, but Jake remained unphased or maybe unbothered. You hoped it was just his blissful unawareness of women and not that he just wasn't interested in you, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before you gave up.

"Busy today huh boss?" You purred with a smirk, leaning over his desk whilst pushing your boobs together in an attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah, busier than usual." He muttered over his computer, not even glancing up from the screen as usual.

You internally huffed in annoyance, wondering just how much more obvious you needed to be.

"You want me to fill up the coin pushers tonight?" You offered, biting down on your lip as you looked over the object of your desires.

"Please that would really help." He agreed as his fingers worked over the keyboard and his brows furrowed at the screen.

"No problem." You sighed, turning on your heel and shaking your head at your own stupidity.

"Hey." He called from behind you, as you reached the door and your whole body stilled, heart hammering as you dared a glance over your shoulder to see Jake looking back at you with a smile on his gorgeous plush lips.

"Yeah?" You replied, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Did you know the first pusher was invented in 1964 in the UK?" Jake grinned, clearly enthusiastic about yet another lesser known fact.

"No that's interesting." You swallowed, stamping down the lump in your throat. God he was impossible.

"Yeah I thought so too." Jake chuckled before turning back to his computer.

The answer looked clearer now than ever before, you just weren't his type, he wasn't interested or maybe you hadn't been nearly bold enough.

You decided there and then, one more push and you'd never say anything again, you'd take the rejection and your dignity and push down the feelings for him that had been festering for months.

"Cool well...I'll get on that...." You smiled, "But if you need me to help take a load off anywhere else, or just, take a load, let me know."

With that you walked out of the office door, hearing a scrape of a chair and a muttered voice behind you.

"I will." Jake answered before his brows raised and he looked up at the empty doorway with a lump in his throat, quickly shoving himself from his chair. "Wait what?"

You approached the first of many coin pushers, tapping your left hand down on the glass as you looked down, in an attempt to assess what it needed, despite your mind reeling at the devastation of Jake not wanting you.

Your right hand slipped into your back pocket to collect your master keys when you felt a hand on your wrist stilling you and a body slowly push up against your back.

"Please," Jake rasped against your ear with a shaky voice, "Tell me I took that how you meant it."

You pressed your ass back against him, feeling him already hard against you as a low strangled growl escaped his throat.

"It feels like you did." You breathed as your own heart sped up and arousal pooled in your panties.

"Thank fuck." Jake groaned, desperately grabbing the waistband of your trousers and yanking them down along with your underwear.

You barely had time to register what was happening before his cock was buried in your cunt, hands pressed flat against the top of the machine and his nose buried in the crook of your neck while your pussy pulsed around him with need.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He groaned, slipping his cock from you to thrust back in to the hilt.

Your hips snapped against the harsh glass corners of the pusher, hands now pressed flat next to Jake's to keep yourself on your toes, but you didn't care, because he was finally inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was always supposed to carve out his space inside you.

"I've been dropping enough hints." You moaned.

"You have?" Jake squeaked in surprise.

"Uh huh." You nodded feebly, voice raspy and broken while he pummeled himself inside you, "Almost daily for the last couple months."

"Shit I'm such a dumbass." Jake groaned, slipping his hands from the glass and sliding them under your t shirt, taking hold of your hips, "Been jerking off at home to the thought of you when I could of been having you this whole time."

"Exactly." You smirked.

"Did you think about me too?" He moaned, dragging his nose along the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling you as he finally took you.

You only groaned in response, even more aroused at the idea of him stroking his cock to the thought of you.

"Tell me?" He pleaded, again, pressing a single kiss to your neck.

"I did." You gasped.

"Oh fuck." He grunted, forehead dropping down onto your shoulder, "Not gonna be a dumbass from now on."

"Please." You begged, unsure whether it was in response to what he'd said or the fact your stomach was tightening and your body was pulsing as an orgasm built.

"Gonna keep you so full." He groaned as his hips continued slamming against your ass, "Take you out back between shifts."

"God." You groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Your head dropped back, landing against his shoulder and Jake took the opportunity to start placing rushed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah you like that idea?" He murmured against your cheek, "You wanna be mine?"

"It's all I want." You breathed.

"Well you're mine now kitten." He promised, hands tightening on your hips, "All mine."

"Yes Jake." You cried as your body began to shake in preparation for release, blood pumped to your ears and your eyes closed, ready to be taken by the bliss.

"You're so fucking perfect." Jake grunted, "Feels so good."

"Don't stop." You begged in a whisper.

"I won't. Fuck." He rasped, "Gonna make you feel so good."

His cock continued slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and hushed moans filled the empty arcade as the smell of musk and sex surrounded you both.

"Please. So close." You panted, fingers twitching against the glass, desperate for something to hold on too.

"Let go kitten, cum for me." Jake grunted, hips speeding up in excitement at your upcoming orgasm.

"Fuck." You practically yelled when you finally came. Your pussy gushed around his cock, eyes glazing and body flooding with heat.

"That's it. Shit." Jake groaned shakily as his own orgasm began to take route, "Gripping me so hard, fuck, gonna bust."

He quickly pulled out with a groan, spilling warm cum all over your ass as the pussy clenched around nothing but cold air.

Your torso collapsed over the glass, chest heaving as you panted, trying to catch your breath with a smile on your face.

"Holy shit." Jake panted, dropping his forehead between your shoulders, wet half hard cock sticking against your ass, "That was amazing."

"Yeah." You smiled.

"You mean it?" He asked shyly, sliding his palms up and down along your sides, "Are you mine now?"

"Yeah I am." You grinned.

"Thank fuck." He grunted and you let out a giggle.

Jake pressed a kiss to your back before pulling himself up behind you. You pressed your palms to the glass, pushing your body up as Jake's hands circled your waist, pulling you close to him with his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh hey, we need more prizes in here." You said, looking through the glass as your hands clasped over his arms.

"So we do." Jake smirked.

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl

The day had been gruelling and long, with patrons coming and going in their flocks due to the beating sun. The small, family owned arcade you worked at along the shore was rustic and had that old timey feel, yet still managed to pull in the younger crowd. You loved it, loved the job, loved the area, your colleagues, but your boss was something else entirely.

Jake Jensen had taken over for his father a few years ago, now the sole owner of the little amusement hall like his father and his father before him. A shared passion that passed down the generations and kept the small business alive. You loved how excited Jake got when a new machine or game dropped, how animated he became as he spoke about the ins and outs of different mechanics or genres.

He was gorgeous and kind and had that geeky boyish charm that you craved. The problem was, he was also completely oblivious to the way he made you feel. To the way your thighs clenched when he got too close or the way saliva pooled in your mouth when he'd lift the edge of his tee to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing his sculptured vee that dipped down beneath his jeans.

You wanted him, more than anything and you had dropped hint after hint in an attempt to get what you wanted, but Jake remained unphased or maybe unbothered. You hoped it was just his blissful unawareness of women and not that he just wasn't interested in you, but you didn't know how much longer you could hold out before you gave up.

"Busy today huh boss?" You purred with a smirk, leaning over his desk whilst pushing your boobs together in an attempt to get his attention.

"Yeah, busier than usual." He muttered over his computer, not even glancing up from the screen as usual.

You internally huffed in annoyance, wondering just how much more obvious you needed to be.

"You want me to fill up the coin pushers tonight?" You offered, biting down on your lip as you looked over the object of your desires.

"Please that would really help." He agreed as his fingers worked over the keyboard and his brows furrowed at the screen.

"No problem." You sighed, turning on your heel and shaking your head at your own stupidity.

"Hey." He called from behind you, as you reached the door and your whole body stilled, heart hammering as you dared a glance over your shoulder to see Jake looking back at you with a smile on his gorgeous plush lips.

"Yeah?" You replied, breath hitching in anticipation.

"Did you know the first pusher was invented in 1964 in the UK?" Jake grinned, clearly enthusiastic about yet another lesser known fact.

"No that's interesting." You swallowed, stamping down the lump in your throat. God he was impossible.

"Yeah I thought so too." Jake chuckled before turning back to his computer.

The answer looked clearer now than ever before, you just weren't his type, he wasn't interested or maybe you hadn't been nearly bold enough.

You decided there and then, one more push and you'd never say anything again, you'd take the rejection and your dignity and push down the feelings for him that had been festering for months.

"Cool well...I'll get on that...." You smiled, "But if you need me to help take a load off anywhere else, or just, take a load, let me know."

With that you walked out of the office door, hearing a scrape of a chair and a muttered voice behind you.

"I will." Jake answered before his brows raised and he looked up at the empty doorway with a lump in his throat, quickly shoving himself from his chair. "Wait what?"

You approached the first of many coin pushers, tapping your left hand down on the glass as you looked down, in an attempt to assess what it needed, despite your mind reeling at the devastation of Jake not wanting you.

Your right hand slipped into your back pocket to collect your master keys when you felt a hand on your wrist stilling you and a body slowly push up against your back.

"Please," Jake rasped against your ear with a shaky voice, "Tell me I took that how you meant it."

You pressed your ass back against him, feeling him already hard against you as a low strangled growl escaped his throat.

"It feels like you did." You breathed as your own heart sped up and arousal pooled in your panties.

"Thank fuck." Jake groaned, desperately grabbing the waistband of your trousers and yanking them down along with your underwear.

You barely had time to register what was happening before his cock was buried in your cunt, hands pressed flat against the top of the machine and his nose buried in the crook of your neck while your pussy pulsed around him with need.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this." He groaned, slipping his cock from you to thrust back in to the hilt.

Your hips snapped against the harsh glass corners of the pusher, hands now pressed flat next to Jake's to keep yourself on your toes, but you didn't care, because he was finally inside you, stretching you in a way you'd never felt before, like he was always supposed to carve out his space inside you.

"I've been dropping enough hints." You moaned.

"You have?" Jake squeaked in surprise.

"Uh huh." You nodded feebly, voice raspy and broken while he pummeled himself inside you, "Almost daily for the last couple months."

"Shit I'm such a dumbass." Jake groaned, slipping his hands from the glass and sliding them under your t shirt, taking hold of your hips, "Been jerking off at home to the thought of you when I could of been having you this whole time."

"Exactly." You smirked.

"Did you think about me too?" He moaned, dragging his nose along the exposed skin of your neck, inhaling you as he finally took you.

You only groaned in response, even more aroused at the idea of him stroking his cock to the thought of you.

"Tell me?" He pleaded, again, pressing a single kiss to your neck.

"I did." You gasped.

"Oh fuck." He grunted, forehead dropping down onto your shoulder, "Not gonna be a dumbass from now on."

"Please." You begged, unsure whether it was in response to what he'd said or the fact your stomach was tightening and your body was pulsing as an orgasm built.

"Gonna keep you so full." He groaned as his hips continued slamming against your ass, "Take you out back between shifts."

"God." You groaned, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Your head dropped back, landing against his shoulder and Jake took the opportunity to start placing rushed kisses to your neck, jaw and cheek.

"Yeah you like that idea?" He murmured against your cheek, "You wanna be mine?"

"It's all I want." You breathed.

"Well you're mine now kitten." He promised, hands tightening on your hips, "All mine."

"Yes Jake." You cried as your body began to shake in preparation for release, blood pumped to your ears and your eyes closed, ready to be taken by the bliss.

"You're so fucking perfect." Jake grunted, "Feels so good."

"Don't stop." You begged in a whisper.

"I won't. Fuck." He rasped, "Gonna make you feel so good."

His cock continued slamming into you, the sounds of skin slapping skin and hushed moans filled the empty arcade as the smell of musk and sex surrounded you both.

"Please. So close." You panted, fingers twitching against the glass, desperate for something to hold on too.

"Let go kitten, cum for me." Jake grunted, hips speeding up in excitement at your upcoming orgasm.

"Fuck." You practically yelled when you finally came. Your pussy gushed around his cock, eyes glazing and body flooding with heat.

"That's it. Shit." Jake groaned shakily as his own orgasm began to take route, "Gripping me so hard, fuck, gonna bust."

He quickly pulled out with a groan, spilling warm cum all over your ass as the pussy clenched around nothing but cold air.

Your torso collapsed over the glass, chest heaving as you panted, trying to catch your breath with a smile on your face.

"Holy shit." Jake panted, dropping his forehead between your shoulders, wet half hard cock sticking against your ass, "That was amazing."

"Yeah." You smiled.

"You mean it?" He asked shyly, sliding his palms up and down along your sides, "Are you mine now?"

"Yeah I am." You grinned.

"Thank fuck." He grunted and you let out a giggle.

Jake pressed a kiss to your back before pulling himself up behind you. You pressed your palms to the glass, pushing your body up as Jake's hands circled your waist, pulling you close to him with his chin on your shoulder.

"Oh hey, we need more prizes in here." You said, looking through the glass as your hands clasped over his arms.

"So we do." Jake smirked.

Everything tag - @late-to-the-party-81

@the-wandering-wonder @rnurse-kole @chemtrails-club @marvelgurl