Mickimoo

'A fun game' Bob had said.

A game to prove there was no unresolved feelings between you and Bucky. Five minutes alone, staring into each others eyes, to prove that the lingered looks and touches didn't mean anything.

You'd survived four minutes as his ocean blue eyes stared into yours, while your heart hammered. One more minute.

Bucky's throat bobbed roughly. That's the only warning you had before his lips were pressed to yours.

The tension, the anxiety, the fear, all left your body in a satisfied hum as your tongue slipped into his mouth.

Bob's game wasn't so bad.

Bucky was furious, looking down at his chest in horror as the ice cold substance dripped down his shirt, but when he looked up at the culprit, sheepishly holding his cone with a blush on his cheeks, Bucky couldn't find it in him to stay mad.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry." The small blonde man sputtered embarrassed.

Bucky didn't think he'd ever seen a man so beautiful as he looked into the blonde man's deep blue eyes.

He slowly swiped his finger along his chest before popping the sticky sweet treat into his mouth with a seductive smirk.

"Got any more?"

"You're full of shit Rogers!" You screamed across the meeting room table, shoving your seat back so you could attempt to get eye level with the man standing at the head, arms folded across his chest as he delivered the debrief for the mission you'd got home from just hours before.

"Language." Steve scolded with a tense jaw.

"Oh fuck you Mr righteous!" You yelled, pointing your finger at him aggressively, while the rest of the team recoiled in their chairs, none of them wanting to get involved in whatever the hell this was.

"You broke protocol." Steve snapped back, "You went against my orders."

"No I didn't!" You argued, hands flying into the air dramatically while you made your point, "I followed your shitty little plan, even though I knew it could be better, so the fact this mission failed is on you not me!"

"The plan was foolproof, the plan was sound." He scolded, shifting on his feet and placing his hands on his hips, trying as always to appear the ever calm in control captain of the team, "But once again you thought you could do better, you deviated!"

You looked at him through narrowed eyes, slamming your fists down on the table as you got progressively more and more riled up, "I only deviated when I had no other choice!"

Across the room, Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his seat as he watched you and Steve screaming at eachother. It had been his first mission with the team and he wasn't sure what to expect at his first debrief, but it definitely wasn't this.

"Erm..are they always like this?" Peter asked quietly, leaning over towards Sam and Bucky to make sure you didn't hear, not wanting you to turn your anger on him.

"Yup." Bucky scoffed, arms folded across his chest.

"Ever since the break up." Sam mumbled, watching the two of you with a raised brow. 

"They were together!" Peter gasped in shock, eyes flicking between the two of you, noticing the tense postures, the wrinkled noses and snarls passing between you.

"Yup." Bucky grunted, lips curling up in amusement at your continued spat.

"Hard to imagine right?" Sam replied turning to Peter with a smirk, while the younger man looked completely stunned.

"Fuck this!" You yelled, pulling all the gazes in the room back to you, "I'm not gonna listen to the shit coming out of your mouth anymore!"

You turned on your heel, storming over to the glass doors of the room. 

"This conversation isn't over!" Steve yelled after you.

You didn't care, sticking your middle finger up over your shoulder as you yanked the door open, slamming it closed behind you and storming off into the compound.

It was hard to imagine there was a time when you could only smile in his presence, only look at the stoic man and see nothing but pure adoration and love. Nowadays all you felt was anger and hatred, betrayal. You were still hurt, still carrying the pain that came with not being his, of not being enough, but you'd never let him see that, he didn't deserve your tears. 

A short while later, you were sat on the edge of your bed, elbows digging into your knees and your face in your palms while you tried to calm down from your fight with Steve, failing miserably.

A knock on the door had you groaning loudly into your hands, not ready to face anyone.

"Go away Sam." You muffled loudly into your skin, "I'm not in the mood."

"It's Steve." Came a stern shout from behind the wood separating you.

"Oh well in that case.." You yelled, pulling your face out of your palms to glare at the back of the door, "FUCK OFF!"

"Open the god damn door!" Steve yelled, attempting to accentuate his order by hitting the door loudly once.

"No." You shouted back.

"You're being a child." He scolded, causing you to roll your eyes so hard you almost saw your brain.

He yelled your name again and you rose to your feet, stomping over to the door to give him a piece of your mind.

You threw the door open, not even blinking when it slammed against the nearby wall.

"What?!" You practically screamed, eyes narrowed and heart hammering as you glared up at him. 

His expression matched yours, laced with anger, exasperation and exhaustion from the constant fighting.

"You can't just walk out of a debrief like that." He said sternly, pressing his palm to the door frame above your head, wood creaking under his weight.

"I can and I did." You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest.

"You're being unreasonable." He spat.

"You just pinned an entire missions failure on me but I'm being unreasonable?" You squeaked in annoyance, "Let me guess. You go around saying our relationship ended cause of me too huh?"

A flash of confusion and pain crossed his face, finally cracking through the stern facade he'd brought to your door.

"What?" He hissed, shaking his head, "That's not...No, never!"

"Sure." You scoffed, looking down at your toes as you kicked the carpet, debating kicking him straight in the shin.

"I don't." He said sternly, "You know I wouldn't do that."

"I don't know anything about you anymore Rogers." You snapped back, looking back up at him through your eyelashes as your brows furrowed.

"Stop calling me that." He ordered, jaw ticking furiously.

"Why? It's your name?" You scoffed sarcastically.

"Not to you." He said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, would you prefer captain now?" You clapped back, raising your brow when you saw his throat bob harshly and his cheeks tint pink.

"Stop." He grunted.

"Oh yeah, you would wouldn't you?" You sneered with a smirk, "You used to love that one when you fuc...."

"I said stop!" Steve yelled, hand coming up to wrap around your throat as you stumbled onto your toes and your breath caught in your throat.

"Make me." You hissed.

His lips were on yours before you could blink, free hand grabbing your hip and guiding you backwards into the room. Steve kicked the door closed with a slam before turning you back and pushing you against it.

You grunted into his mouth when his body pushed to yours, feeling his cock already rock hard and pushing against your abdomen.

You hated him, hated that he could still make you feel this way, hated that you didn't want to say no despite your body screaming that you should. It had been so long since you'd felt this way, with his lips melded to yours, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle.

Steve groaned when your tongue slipped into his mouth and your hands reached up to desperately clutch at his neck and hair.

It was messy and rushed, Steve's hand moving from your throat to grab and grope at every inch of your skin he could reach.

Your pussy pulsed, slick dampening your underwear as he humped his cock against you, grinding his hips desperately against your body.

You pulled at the bottom of his shirt, yanking it up and Steve quickly took the hint, separating from your mouth so you could reveal his chiselled torso. The shirt was tossed to the floor as Steve's lips connected to your neck, sucking and kissing at your soft skin while his hands grabbed your hips, shoving your bodies together and igniting the fire in your core.

"Finally, you've shut your mouth." He grunted against your skin.

"Oh fuck you." You breathed shakily, unable to find the bite in your voice that you had just minutes before.

"I'm going to sweetheart." He mumbled, nipping at your neck, "Don't worry about that."

"I hate you." You whimpered, slamming your head back against the door.

"I know." He sighed as he pulled away, "I don't care."

He gripped the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head before you had time to protest and quickly snapped the band of your bra, ripping the fabric from your body that was keeping you from him.

His lips met your shoulder, palms massaging the flesh of your waist as your nipples skimmed his chest, stiffening from the contact, while your hands ran over Steve's corded muscles, reveling in the feeling of his warm skin.

"Fuck I needed this." He groaned.

"Language." You breathed with a smirk.

He growled against your neck, pulling back to look at you with a raised brow.

"Don't be a brat." He scolded, eyes dark and cock harder than ever before.

"Or what?" You teased.

"Or I'll fuck your ass dry." He replied and your pussy pulsed at his tone, "And we both know you can't take it there unless it's nice and wet."

You gulped harshly, blinking up at him but staying silent, obedient.

"That's what I thought." He scoffed, pressing his lips against your cheek, then your jaw before he dipped his head down and took a nipple in his mouth, making you gasp. Your hands found their way into his hair, gripping him with your eyes clenched shut while he nibbled your peaks and lavished your flesh.

"Missed these tits." Hr grumbled against you, "Missed this cunt. Missed you."

Your breath hitched, heart skipping a beat but your head knew better than to believe his words, so you did what you needed to, summoning back the sharp tongue that you always used in his presence lately.

"Shut up and fuck me already." You ordered, though it came out in a rasp.

"Remember who you're talking to sweetheart." Steve smirked back at you, standing back to his full height, "Be polite."

"Fuck me please," You said sarcastically, "Please captain."

He rolled his eyes before sliding his palms under your ass.

"Better I guess." He teased before pulling you up off of the floor. 

Steve took the few steps towards your bed before tossing you down onto the mattress. He was quick to pull off your remaining clothes before shoving his jeans and underwear down and off of his feet.

"Get those fucking legs up." He ordered while he took his cock in hand, giving it a few strokes while he raked his gaze over your body, tongue darting out to lick at his bottom lip.

You did as you were told, lifting your legs into the air so your ass and cunt were exposed to him, taking the backs of your thighs in your hands to help keep them there.

"Good girl." He growled watching as your pussy clenched from the praised.

He bridged the gap, taking your knees in his palms and stroking your calves gently as he settled your ankles over his shoulders. Your arms dropped to your sides, fisting the bedding in anticipation as you watched his huge cock bob between your legs.

Steve let your legs rest on his body and steadied one hand on your thigh, while his other took his cock his his fist, rubbing the tip against your wet folds.

You groaned in pleasure, biting down on your lip.

"There we go." Steve groaned as he pushed the tip into you, "Fuck."

The stretch was more than you remembered, every inch of your body igniting in heat just from the small amount he had given you.

"Oh...." You mewled, back arching from the bed.

"Shhhh I know baby I know." Steve groaned softly as he slowly worked more of his cock into you, "Been a while, but I know you can take it."

You only moaned in response, clenching your eyes tight as he thrust his length into you at a torturous pace, until he finally bottomed out, stilling at the hilt and gripping onto both your hips while he took a deep shuddered breath.

Your eyes opened, locking on his as you both panted quietly, staring at each other with want and need.

Steve pulled back suddenly, before slamming back into you, making you cry out in pleasure as he smacked your cervix.

His eyes stayed locked on yours while he started a rapid assault on your cunt, dragging his cock along your spongy walls and hitting against your cervix in the way he knew would have you screaming for him.

"Shit you feel so good." Steve groaned, "Not gonna last long."

"Mghhh." You tried to respond, tongue sticking to the roof of your mouth as your stomach tightened and you felt yourself getting closer to the edge.

"You either huh baby?" He grunted with a smirk, "Feels good doesn't it, bein' a good girl, taking orders from your captain?"

"Please Stevie." You gasped and his cock twitched inside of you, heart hammering against his rib cage while he watched you coming undone beneath him, just like you always used too.

"There she is." He moaned, "Fuck baby."

He pushed his body over yours, pressing your legs tight between your own bodies so he could press his lips to yours.

The angle pushed his cock deeper than before and you let out a strangled groan into his mouth.

"No one compares to you baby, no one." He groaned, pressing his palms down on your thighs while he fucked you with no remorse, kissing every inch of you he could reach. "You're all I want. Fuck. All I...need."

Despite the pain in your heart, the fire spread further through your body, ears burning hot and eyes rolling back.

"You gonna come?" Steve grunted against your cheek.

You could only nod in response, slipping your hands off of the mattress where you had desperately clawed at the bedding and placing them around his back, holding him as tightly as possible.

"What do you say?" He breathed and all fight in you to yell or tell him to fuck off had gone, there was only the need to come racing through you.

"Please captain, please can I cum?" You whimpered.

"Go ahead baby." Steve groaned, "Show me what I do to you."

All at once your body flooded with warmth and tingles, cunt clamping down on Steve's cock while your eyesight fuzzed and you cried out his name.

"Oh shit." He whined, hips faltering, "Fuck. So fucking tight."

He began slamming into you at speed, chasing his high while yours was strung out, body shaky and writhing in pleasure.

"Oh fuck I'm gonna come." He rasped, "Not pulling out, never pulling out, gotta fill my baby up, make sure you know you're mine."

He groaned as he pushed his cock to the hilt, stilling and pressing his lips to yours as his warm cum flooded into you.

You kissed lazily as you both came down from your high, until Steve rolled off of you, lying next to you on the bed with his legs dangling off the edge and his forearm over his head.

With the orgasm filtering out, your mind began to clear and tears began pooling in your eyes.

You stood up and quickly worked your clothes back over your body, ignoring the cum soaking into your trousers.

Steve still lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with a smile and a dreamy expression, like a blissed out man, a man who'd just won the lottery.

You grabbed his clothes from where they were scattered on the floor and shoved them onto his stomach, hearing him let out a little "oomph" at the impact. His hand came down instinctively to cradle the clothing and his head tipped up to look at you in confusion.

"What?" He asked with a hurt look in his eye, "You're making me leave?"

"Yup." You sniffed, wiping your face with your sleeve as a few stray tears slipped down your cheeks.

"Baby." He rasped, quickly jumping to his feet and extending his arm towards you.

"No don't baby me." You scoffed through the tears, folding your arms across your chest.

"I thought this would...that we..." He stuttered trying to find the words, while you cried before him.

"That we what Steve?" You cried, unable to hold it back, "That sex would make me forget you kissed Sharon fucking Carter right in front of me? That i'd forget how badly you tore my heart open."

"Baby... please...I.." He begged, placing his hands on your arms with tears filling his own eyes, but you shook him off.

"Save it and get out." You spat breathily, stepping away from him and staring at the floor, unable to look at his face any longer.

He hesitated, watching your shoulders shake as you cried, wanting to reach out and comfort you but knowing that's not what you wanted right now, you needed time, you needed space.

"Okay I'll go." He sighed, quickly pulling on his clothes. He stepped up to the door, hand braced on the handle and shook his head.

"But just so you know." He said softly, "I'm not gonna stop trying until you're mine again. Sharon...was a moment of weakness, a mistake. It's always been you. I love you. I never stopped."

The door clicked and your body dropped to the floor, palms rubbing at your weeping eyes as you tried to process what he'd just said, knowing that despite the pain he'd caused you, if Steve Rogers said he was going to do something, he would follow through.

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

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

A week’s work trip hadn’t been your idea of fun, especially as it had meant four nights away from your loving boyfriend, but now it was over. The contracts had been signed, your boss had promised a bonus and you were walking through your door.

You’d let Jake know that you were on your way and you couldn’t say that you weren’t looking forward to him welcoming you home. However, when you opened the door, he wasn’t there. You wondered if maybe he was in the shower, like last time he’d been home before you, but you couldn’t hear it running.

No. You could hear something entirely different. A low, salacious moaning. Moving towards the bedroom, your mouth watered at the thought of what you were going to see. You weren’t disappointed.

Jake was on the bed. His glasses were skew-whiff, his head craned back and his cheeks pink. His t-shirt – bright orange today – was half way up his torso, giving tantalising glimpses of his abs and his happy trail, and his sweats and briefs were around his knees, giving him enough space to grip his cock. His flushed, erect and weeping cock.

You watched him, almost drooling, as he stroked himself. Listened to him groaning out your name as he did so. He was leaking copiously and a certain hitch in his throat let you know he was close.

“Don’t you dare,” you commanded, giggling to yourself when he jumped at the suddenness of your voice.

He lifted his head, glass still askew. “Hey, baby,” he greeted you, chest heaving with arousal. “Welcome home. Didn’t mean to get started without you, but you know how it is. When I think about you I touch myself. Can’t help it.”

“That’s okay, love. But it’s my turn to touch you now.”

“Oh my god- just date already,’’ Tony dramatically sighed while he switched his attention from his computer- hacking an enemy database in the middle of nowhere- and watching Loki who was watching Y/N like a hawk. Or at least.. That's what he figured Loki’s magic was doing.

Y/N hardly noticed at these times, where Loki would place particular attention on you at specific times to ensure your safety, even if it meant risking his own. With pure concentration, he could practically sense you and your adrenaline levels with his seidr, ready to come to your aid if it spiked higher than normal. However, he was supposed to be watching Stark’s back while they hid amongst the many rooms of an abandoned -not so abandoned- warehouse while you stayed on foot patrol. 

‘’It’s not that simple-’’ Loki said dryly, a tone that also indicated he did not want to continue this conversation, let alone now, let alone with Stark.

Tony rolled his eyes and continued typing. ‘’It is that simple Lok’s, you protect her like a suffocating boyfriend anyway, might as well ensure the title on it too.’’

‘’I am not suffocating and don’t call me that.’’ Loki snapped, glancing over his shoulder with a glare before turning back to watch the cracked open door. ‘’She doesn't necessarily have powers and being out there alone is just.. Risky.’’

‘’On every mission?”

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Missions we train hard for?”

‘’..yes.’’

‘’Ones she’s always successfully completed through fists alone?”

‘’...’’

‘’..unless you have something to do with-’’

‘’Do you see anyone or not?” Loki growled, glaring back at him while Tony just gave him a smirk, seeming to have been on to something that might confirm such accusations. No one really could figure out when Loki was using magic or not, and the last thing Loki needed right now was his concentration blown and he’d lose connection with Y/N. 

‘’One agent, that’s all- they must have been doing this thing alone to not draw attention. Little did they know, they’re computers ring louder than their footprints.’’ Tony chuckled and switched his gaze from each side of the screen- one downloading needed information, the other watching a camera that tracked this enemy’s whereabouts, and Y/N.

‘’Where is Y/N?” Loki asked carefully, shifting in place while his usual outfit began to feel tight, normally whenever he got anxious.

‘’West side, far corner. They should meet in about 30 seconds, i’ll give her the heads up so just- andddd he’s gone.’’

~

You slowed your steps to remain stealthy, weapon drawn and close while you approached each corner with caution. Tony had given you a heads up on the enemies approach, and although there was only one- you never underestimated anybody. 

‘’Ten more seconds..’’ you whispered, having the countdown in your head to anticipate when the enemy agent would turn the corner. You stood in the middle of the hallway, stance at an angle if you needed to jump out of the way but your gun stayed pointing ahead. 

All they needed to do now was turn the counter.

You enjoyed being in the field, often getting to work with the Avengers but you were primarily with SHIELD. It had its benefits, mainly being with your friends- one you’ve particularly been getting closer to each time you decided to crash at the tower. 

Loki was a dear friend.. And approaching dangerously to crossing the boundary you wouldn't mind he would. Lately he’s been kinda.. Acting like a boyfriend, and not your standard gentlemaness he did anyways..

Like how he stayed up late to listen to you vent or just talk. Getting you little presents for no reason and being items only a few rare people would know involving your interests. On missions- as annoying as it could be because you enjoyed this type of work- he was overly protective. Seeming to beat you to the bad guys and volunteer to partner up or watch your back. 

One would think that's just normal friendship-teammate stuff but.. You could feel something was up.. The only thing stopping you from completely accepting what it could be was that one possibility that it wasn't. And there was no way in Hel you were brave enough to ask him if he liked you. 

Awkwardness tended to ruin things so if this is how the two of you functioned until.. Something happened to answer your hunch, then so be it. 

Tony’s voice came over the speaker. ‘’Three.. Two.. one-’’

The agent- wearing all black, mask and all came into view with their weapon drawn, making you quick to aim yours. 

Your finger flexed on the trigger, your body already tensing into action before a sudden green beam of light appeared in your side vision. Brows furrowed, you had half a second to question what it was before it shot past you and with impossible speed- hit the enemy right in the chest- flying them backwards onto the ground. 

By the way the body fell limp upon impact with the floor, you confirmed they were unconscious, allowing you to switch your attention safely to glare at the god of mischief. 

‘’I had him, you know.’’

‘’I know darling, but I thought you’d need a break- you were on your feet all day while all I did was stand at attention with Stark.’’ Loki explained casually and approached you, standing at your side with a smirk.

‘’I was walking and it’s only been an hour and a half.’’ 

‘’No need to thank me.’’ Loki replied smugly, the last of his seidr dissipating from his fingertips before he clasped his hands behind his back. ‘’Shall we?” he suggested and nodded behind him to head back.

You gave him a hesitant look, noting how much he seemed to watch you, roaming but not necessarily in a seductive way- though you’ve caught him doing that once before. Usually after a mission, he tended to look at you like.. If there were any hidden injuries he was trying to find, or that you were trying to hide. 

‘’I’m fine Loki.’’ you said carefully, wanting to test his reaction that drew his eyes quickly up and a forced smile to his lips.

‘’Of course you are- I am merely just.. Waiting for you to take the lead back,’’

‘’So now I can take the lead?” you teased lightly, a hint of seriousness that indicated you were scolding him for taking over your part of this mission. Nevertheless, you began walking back down the halls with him following behind.

He always had your back..

~

‘’She’s got the looks..’’

‘’Shut up.’’

‘’Perfect skin..’’

‘’Shut. Up.’’

‘’You got a murder style..’’

‘’Stark- you have about two seconds to sit somewhere else.’’ Loki hissed under his breath, his fork stabbing at his plate and picturing it as Tony’s face.

‘’What? Never heard of ‘The 69 Eyes’?’’ Tony gasped with a hand on his heart, seeming personally offended that the god had never heard the song before he leaned back in his seat. He didn't want to break the chair after all, considering how many times he’s leaned in it to get closer to Loki- finding teasing him this evening would be his choice of entertainment. 

And death wish.

Loki was quick to dart his eyes up to make sure you continued talking to someone else, not at all wanting Tony to verbally give out his true feelings towards you in the most awkward way possible. Luckily, you continued to converse while sitting right across from him.  

‘’Which by the way- have you done that yet?” 

Loki raised a brow and looked beside him at Stark. ‘’Done what?”

‘’69.’’

Loki’s face heated up, rage and embarrassment flustering him before he seidr formed in his palm, making Tony quick to jump up and pretend he’s tidying up the table.

‘’Can’t a guy ever take a joke.’’ Tony chuckles and gives Loki an evil eye, being returned a real one instead before Stark turned his attention purposefully to Y/N.

‘’You done?” he asked innocently, holding a hand out to take the empty plate in front of you.

You thought nothing of it that Tony- for once- wanted to help clean up, so you smiled gratefully and handed him your plate.

‘’Thanks,’’ you added, your expression slowly falling when noticing Stark’s not-so-inocent look forming while he balanced the plate on the others.

‘’Don’t mention it, anything I could do to help my housemates feel welcome- oops-’’ he ‘accidentally’ nudged the plate to tilt to the side, sending your fork flying and clattering to the floor beside you. 

It only made you flinch a little, but you shook your head while lowering yourself down in an awkward lean from your chair to reach it. ‘’I got it- it would help to put the silverware all at the top,’’ you reminded and picked up the fork. 

Just as soon as your fingers curled around the forth and tensed to lift yourself up, there was a scraping sound against the floor and a slight jostle on the table. Furrowing your brows, something caught your eyes and your body froze, glancing only to find a slender hand planted firmly to grip the corner of the table.

So you wouldn't bonk your head.

Eyes widening, you lifted yourself back up to sit properly, eyes immediately locking on Loki who remained leaned over the table, almost nose to nose with you with his height and his reach before he suddenly flung himself back, sitting down with an awkward flop.

‘’Er- didnt want you to hit your head..’’ he said in almost a mumble, picking up his forth for something desperate to distract himself with while the redness in your cheeks continued to grow. 

‘’Such a gentleman, isn't he Y/N?” Tony smiled, almost acting like he did a good thing while you flashed a dry look at him.

‘’Of course he is, and here you go.’’ you placed the fork onto the plate as a subtle way to tell him to leave but not without him shooting you a wink. 

You bit your bottom lip and looked over at Loki who still continued to stare at his plate, moving things around and looking like he really wanted to leave.

‘’Thank you..’’ you said gently, able to lift his eyes a little to look at you and you offered a smile as well.

‘’Of course..’’ he said quietly and you gave him an escape, nodding towards the living room where you heard the others begin to trickle in and also leave the other end of the table. ‘’Ready for movie night?”

Loki smiled and couldn't have gotten up fast enough with a nod. ‘’please.’’

~

You never spoke about what happened at the table the next day. The two of you just.. Moved on, like nothing happened. Just as you always did, and Loki went back to doing what he always did. 

Subtly but not so subtly protecting you. 

“Widen your stance, that's it.’’ Loki encouraged, facing you while only hearing his black (tight) t-shirt and gym pants you got him for last christmas- a christmas gift more for your eyes is what it seemed.

‘’Can't we ever just.. lounge on a day off?” you half whined, dodging another controlled swing by ducking.

‘’we must always be ready for danger Y/N, especially with how the world is today.’’ Loki shook his head, keeping you in the center of the training mat while he began to circle you.

Something always told you this wasn't so much about fighting against enemies but perhaps.. Making HIM feel better that you could. Of course, you’d always lose, having no chance at beating a god and normally getting distracted with how close he was, let alone the subtle touches necessary when sparing. Still, it gave you two alone time together as well for once in a great while so.. You couldn't really complain.

‘’The world is always gonna have problems, why not enjoy it while it’s still settled?” you sigh, your head turning to watch him, followed by your body when needed. 

‘’I am enjoying it.’’ Loki smirked and you scoffed, getting back in position.

‘’Let me guess, enjoy beating me?” you asked, not really needing to before you swung out your fist towards him.

He was quick to use his elbow to scoop up your fist so it just shot up in the air instead before his other hand reached out and snatched your wrist on your other hand.

‘’Yes,’’ he smirked before yanking you forward so you practically landed on his chest, the arm he sent reaching for the sky coming down over his shoulder awkwardly and looking like the two of you were one of the worst dancers on earth. 

‘’Maybe it’s not the student thats the problem, but the teach.’’ you teased and your hand reached up to take hold of the back of his neck, supporting yourself before you jumped and raised your knees to press against your chest, also pushing against his own and sending his body leaning down with you hanging on.. Unplanned. 

‘’What was this supposed to accomplish?” he asked casually, raising a brow before a smirk slowly came to his lips when noticing exactly how close you two were.

‘’..i was using my body weight to bring you down..’’ you said in a pout that it obviously didn't work.

Loki couldn't help but laugh. ‘’My dear, you have no body weight, none that i could feel- you’re going to have to be much more clever than that to bring down a god.’’ he smirked before his hands suddenly grabbed your waist, making you squeak and straight your legs before he stood you upright, but his hands unconsciously remained where they were.

‘’So.. You’re saying I could cheat?” you asked quietly, feeling how in your movements so far, it hiked your shirt up just enough to feel his fingertips barely brushing up against your flesh on your hips. Subtle, you could have sworn you felt his thumbs begin to stroke.

‘’I suppose cheating would heighten your advantage to average against a god.’’ Loki smirked, his words seeming distracted while your hands found themselves resting on his wrists with no promise at pulling them away.

‘’You don't always need to advertise your god complex Loki, you’ve lost before,’’ you tease.

‘’It's not a complex love, when I am actually a god. And I've never lost to you before, which is entirely the goal here,’’ he smirked, standing much closer to where he had to dip his chin significantly to look down at you.

‘’So you want to lose?” you challenged.

There was a pause while he seemed to study you, his gaze drifting off just a tad before he sighed. ‘’I want you protected.’’

‘’I am protected Loki, you’ve ensured that every day,’’ you risk a tease, looking up at him gently while he now looks away, shaking his head a little.

‘’It's more than protection Y/N.. it’s-.. Well.. i don’t want you to get hurt around me..’’

‘’Hey, I'll be okay, I know you worry but.. I'll be fine, okay?” you assured, squeezing his wrists a little to bring his eyes back to you but there seemed to be much more than he was telling you. 

Instead, he settled for just nodding with a smile, taking a step back with his hands leaving your waist last before he nodded towards you. ‘’Alright darling, one more round before you could lounge all you like for the day,’’ he teased.

‘’Fine, but you’re lounging too.’’ you smirked before throwing another kick.

~

‘’Shit shit shit-’’ you cussed, sliding in the dirt before you pulled up alongside Loki who was covering you behind a boulder. ‘’How many are there??”

‘’About forty, only two were on you- the rest are fighting the others, but scattered,’’ Loki told you, his tone serious while his eyes were sharp- scanning the forestry landscape for anyone that might have tracked you.

‘’I don’t think i was followed, but they did get- ah!’’ you yelped, your hand flying to your nose when pain shot up it.

Loki’s whole body immediately turned to you with wide eyes that pierced towards your hand. ‘’What is it?? What's wrong?”

‘’Brief combat, managed to get punched in the nose- i just need to apply pressure,’’ you waved him off while you cringed, feeling the blood trickle out of your nostrils so you adjust your hold with your head pointing down. 

‘’You shouldn’t have- I mean.. You need to-’’ Loki’s whole body tensed, eyes wide while his hand covered his mouth and his eyes squeezing closed.

You raised a brow at him before giving him a dry look. ‘’Look, I know it’s not a pretty situation but you don’t have to be so dram-’’

‘’Y/N..’’ Loki warned, his tone startling you while you took in his form.

His hand had migrated to his temple, rubbing it as if to concentrate while he stayed tensed and crouched on the ground beside you, leaning a little away actually.

‘’.. What's wrong?” you asked with concern, looking over him as if he were the one that was hurt.

‘’This is exactly what I didn't want happening..’’ Loki growled, his free hand blindly searching for your shoulder before he gave a nudge. ‘’You can’t be here..’’

You glared just a tad and glanced around the corner before eyeing him. ‘’We’re literally taking cover from people who are trying to find us, we can't just leave each other, let alone the best position to stay hidden,’’ you reasoned with almost a scolding tone since it was basically survival 101 Rogers spent too many hours lecturing you both for.

‘’Y/N..’’ Loki warned again, this time almost desperately before looking at you.

You almost flinched a little when you noticed his orbs had turned to a deep shade of red and he had begun panting, showing off the subtle points of potential fangs that threatened to poke from under his upper lip. ‘’You’re- turning..’’

‘’I’m a frost giant Y/N, we’ve established this but- i can’t be around blood.. It.. triggers-’’ he spoke in pauses while he continued to rub his temples, turning his body as if to hide himself and now moved to rest on both his knees.

‘’Triggers what??” you asked, fear not even crossing your mind as you continued to make sure he was okay.

‘’Fuck..’’ his voice ground out, sounding husky while his eyes lifted to look at you. His nostrils flared, looking very much like a beast, staring down a cornered rabbit and you half debated maybe giving him a little space and taking cover somewhere else.

Shifting a little in the dirt to do just that, his hand shot out suddenly and took hold of your ankle, making you yelp but quickly cover your mouth as to not give away your position from the true enemies.

‘’Loki-’’ you started before effortlessly, he pulled you towards him, dragging you in the dirt in the process where your body fell back before his body moved to be on top of yours. 

Dust flew in the air with how hard his palms hit flat against the ground on either side of your head, knees all the same beside the outside of yours. his body hovered close enough where you could feel him brush up against you with each inhale. Your hands had flown up to grasp his shoulders, eyes wide and threatening to push him away while your heart pounded.

‘’L-Loki.. What's going on?” you whispered, using your sleeve to rid of any remnants of blood from under your nose as if that would solve the problem.

‘’Blood triggers my.. Primal instincts.. Quite frankly my dear, you’ve put me into a rut state..’’ he whispered, almost as if it were hard to breathe while his limbs shook above you while he stared you down. 

You could see his sharper canines when he spoke and his eyes still bore that deep red. It was quite literally primal, feral even and although you've known about his true heritage.. You weren't aware what happened when he was around blood..

‘’Your blood..’’ he corrected and you tensed a little, wondering if he could read your mind or not while his eyes began to roam down your body.

‘’W-what do i need to do? To help you?’’ you asked quietly, biting your bottom lip and suddenly feeling self continuous while he began lowering his head.

‘’My mind is sane but my body tends to take over in these.. Jotun circumstances.. You should have ran when I told you..’’ Loki murmured, your eyes squeezing shut while you felt the tip of his nose begin to barely brush against your neck, hearing him inhale. ‘’I need you to stay perfectly.. Still.. While i fix this..’’

‘’H-how do you fix it?” you whispered, your thighs clenching at the thought of him possibly having to.. You know.. In his time of.. What sounded like a mating trigger state. By your blood.. This must be why he was so protective of you.. He didn't want you to bleed- not just because he didn't want you hurt, but because he didn't want to risk himself hurting you..

‘’I’m trying to get my bearings.. But it’s.. Difficult.. I’m sorry Y/N..’’ he whispered, his warm breath fanning against your flesh, it sent goosebumps down your arms, regardless of your tight suit. 

‘’I- do you like me Loki? ..is that why this is what's happening?” you asked, knowing it probably wasn't the best time, but perhaps getting his mind off of this state would help?

You felt him pause, his mouth hovering at the pulse point of your neck where you almost held your breath. Squirming was what you wanted to do but you needed to work with him if he was going to try to get out of this. Yet you needed to know.. You needed to confirm.. You wanted him to feel the same..

Slowly, you arched your back and raised your head slightly, making your neck gently press up against his lips. 

His whole body instantly tensed up and his eyes widened. Like a bullet, his hands moved to clutch at your shoulders, holding you down before you felt the harsh bite of his teeth sink into the softness of your flesh. Your arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his harsh leather and armor- whatever you could grab onto while you felt his teeth sink slightly before to hold you immobile. 

‘’L-Loki..’’ you whimpered, wincing at the sting from where his mouth was and held completely still in fear of feeling further pain. 

You then suddenly felt something warm and soft slide against your flesh that was between his teeth, realizing his tongue was soothing the area around where his teeth were assaulting. You also began to feel his body lower, knees shifting down before you felt something large and hard press up against your clothed core.

‘’Loki-’’ you whimpered again, heart pounding and cheeks reddening to realize he was pressing his bulge right up against the area between your legs. 

But he was still. No further movements except for the slight tremor in his muscles that indicated how much he was trying to hold back. Then slowly, so slowly you felt his teeth begin to release you, making your back’s arch sink back to the ground and your head turn back properly to look up at him but his face seemed to nudge yours to look back away, keeping your neck exposed to him still.

He wasn't done, and without teeth, he open-mouth kissed the area he just pierced. You jumped, body tensing while strange butterfly-like feelings began creeping through your chest, lower stomach and pelvic area. After placing careful kisses around the wound, he suddenly ran his tongue across it. Then again, then again, and again. 

Your teeth sank into your lower lip while he began lapping at you, drinking at what you couldn't feel flow before he began humming against your flesh. His sound was so seductive, almost as if what one would do after tasting something delicious.

‘’Are.. Are you going too..?”

‘’...i’m not going to eat you Y/N.. this.. Is the best I can do..’’ he whispered, his body slowly beginning to pant before he dragged his lips up to your jawline, nipping at the flesh before his whole body tensed and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

‘’Fuck…’’

‘’What do you need to do?” you asked, your nails loosening their grip before you just gently held onto him, shifting your legs as if to figure out a way around him.

‘’Just.. There's just so much pressure..’’ he exhaled deeply, a hand abandoning your shoulder to begin to glide down your side, gripping your waist and hip as if searching for a way inside your jumpsuit. ‘’I’m sorry..’’ he whispered.

‘’It’s.. Not your fault.. I just- want you to be okay..’’ you whispered, turning your head to try to look at him while he continued to nuzzle against your shoulder and again he lowered his hips down, just enough to press his straining bulge against you and upon feeling your jump, he raised them after a moment.

‘’...i do like you Y/N.. so much.. And I wish you didn't find out like this..’’ he whispered, shaking him head before his face shifted, seeming to hardly contain himself while his body moved his face to burrow into your hair, taking in deep inhales of your scent. 

‘’I already knew Loki.. what you did wasn't just protecting me.. But because you care.. And I care about you.. And right now.. I want to protect you..’’

Your words came out shaky but with all the confidence you could muster. He could sense lies, and knew you were being truthful despite your current state. His other hand moved from your shoulder before it planted itself again on the dirt, raising himself so he could now hover his face above yours. His expression was of held back pain, but gentleness in his eyes all the same while he stared down at you carefully.

‘’..not like this Y/N.. I don't want to do this to you.. Like this..’’ he shook his head and you heard him curl his fingers into the dirt as if the very thought urged his body to change his mind.

‘’Then do just enough.. Do what you have to.. And we could figure out the rest later.. It’s okay..’’ you reassured him with a gentle voice, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks and you felt him ever so slightly flinch. ‘’We’re okay..’’

With trembling hesitation, he drew in inhale before his mouth came crashing down on yours, drawing both of you to moan and devour each other. His tongue forced itself in, quick to dominate while you squeezed your eyes shut and let him have you. He was so soft, so warm and somehow gentle at the same time as being rough. 

Using one hand to support his weight so as to not crush you, his other hand suddenly took hold of your knee, hoisting your body up and spread until his bulge was firmly up against your sex. As clothed as you both were, you understood this was the only way Loki could protect you but also take care of himself. So keeping your legs spread, you whispered into his mouth when he began to dry hump you. 

There wasn't anything exactly dry, his thorough and repetitive rubbing was making you pulse and wet with need. Loki didn't want to take you like this- you understood, but he was making you extremely wanting where your hips began to move along with his.

His body seemed to instantly melt and moan that he pressed more against you, chest to chest while the hand supporting him laid down and curled so your head was now laying on his forearm. 

The more he humped, the more his nails seemed to dig into your leg and somehow the pain seemed to spur you on and get more aroused. Your arms had long since wrapped around his neck, fingers tangling into his locks and earning growls to leave him whenever you would cause pressure when pulling. 

His animalistic nature was beginning to show and you understood why his hand had been at his temple earlier. Maybe a spell or some basic seidr but he must have done something to contain most of this state because you guessed he should have already changed by now to full Jotun, but he hasnt- aside from his teeth and eyes. 

‘’F-fuck.. I could feel your heat..’’ Loki groaned, humping firmer that it began sliding your body up an inch on the ground but his other hand continued to pull you back, almost meeting his erection to where you could hear a slapping sound of fabric. 

‘’You're so big..’’ you whimpered, even through clothes you were getting a good outline and moaned when he seemed to continue humping up to brush against your clit.

‘’W-which is another reason why i wished to wait- oh fuck..-I need you properly.. Stretched..’’ Loki grunted, his eyes lifting up and fluttering, baring his teeth as if the very thought made him feral.

You swallowed, not wanting to necessarily get bit again while your fingers tightened in his hair, believing that could ever hold him back while the corner of his mouth turned up.

‘’I've often dreamed of this.. But by the gods- i swear i’ll have a proper taste soon..’’

Your cheeks heated up and you turned your face away. ‘’D-dont say such lewd things-’’

His hand released your leg and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look at him while his hips continued to grind into you. ‘’I’ll say worse things and more darling..’’ he smirked before smooshing your cheeks and devouring your mouth once more, making your back arch and press your chest more into his.

The two of you hummed, moaned and cursed, movements getting faster and thorough before you gasped in his mouth, making him quick to lift his head enough to grin and watch your features as they contorted into an orgasm. 

Your hands hit the ground at your sides, curling into the dirt while you withered and moaned from your orgasm, the glorious sight spurred Loki on to where his arms wrapped around your body, pressing you both into the ground while his hips ground into your fast, chasing his own peak until he snarled and groaned, biting into your shoulder while he humped and rode it out.

You were still riding yours to even notice the pain in your shoulder, squirming and panting until you became a twitching mess while Loki continued to grind until his movements began slowing down. His teeth eased but still remained in their hold, the two of you lying there and panting. 

That just happened..

You stared up at the sky while your mouth slowly tugged into a smile, your heart fluttering before you felt Loki shiver, instantly making you lift your head to look at him.

‘’Loki.. You okay?” you whispered, feeling his body still completely with only his subtle breathing indicating he was still with you.

After a moment, he removed his teeth and placed a soft kiss at the spot that left holes in your uniform, lingering his mouth while he unwrapped his arms from your mid section so he could finally lift himself off your body. Still hovering however, he drew in a breath and lifted his head, looking down at you with finally his beautiful blue eyes back to normal.

‘’I’m alright Y/N.. are you alright?” he whispered, his brows furrowing with concern as if reality was setting in and he looked over you to make sure there were no injuries.

Your hands came to his shoulders and you shook your head, making him look back at you to notice your smile. ‘’Better than alright. Promise.’’ 

His body relaxed under your touch, giving you a gentle smile before he finally moved off your body before tensing, looking back around the quiet forest as if remembering there were still enemies around you both.

‘’Well.. That would have been an awkward situation if they did find us..’’ you teased lightly and began brushing the dirt off of yourself.

‘’I don't think it would have stopped me if they had.’’ Loki smirked, catching the blush on your cheeks where he moved a hand to cup the side of your face. ‘’Something tells me the others took care of the remaining, so we should regroup now.’’

‘’Alright,’’ you nodded and let him help you up, the both of you being on read alert with your eyes everywhere before you noticed Loki’s chuckle. ‘’What?”

He smirked and looked back at you, taking your hand in his to help lead the way before giving you a suggestive look. ‘’You’ve got perfect skin, and the looks..’’

You raised a brow and brushed your face gently with your free hand. ‘’What are you talking about?”

‘’Stark might be on to something with his Midgardian music.’’

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It was an evening of style, grace, and luxury, and you didn’t belong.

You held your breath as you walked deeper into the ballroom, the glittering chandeliers casting a refined glow over everything. A mix of alphas, betas, and omegas socialized and gossiped, their glamorous evening wear glittering under the lights. You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place.

You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.

Chet’s grip on your arm brought you back to the present. “Keep quiet and smile,” he ordered, a haughty expression on his face as he led you through the place. You didn't want to judge all men named Chet, but you had pegged him as a douchebag the second he went in for his fitting and he was proving you right. You couldn't even enjoy that he was objectively handsome since his personality made him less attractive.

“I am smiling,” you said. Wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming mix of scents and expensive colognes and perfumes, you did your best to make your smile look natural. The servers looked like they were doing the same as they served everyone. It was strange how a room so enormous could make someone feel so small.

“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”

“I know,” you muttered. Because it was all about him and you were just his omega arm candy. You really should’ve demanded overtime pay from your boss, but that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.

“As it stands, perhaps I made the right choice by bringing you,” he said, nodding to a few older gentlemen. “I can smell their envy.”

You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.

Reaching up instinctively to run a hand over your collar, you felt your heart ache. Your inner omega wanted a mark, but the thought of being tied to someone was somewhat terrifying. You respected omegas who wanted to go the traditional route by staying home and being submissive, but you didn’t want to be submissive outside of the bedroom. You wanted a partner who would view you as an equal.

Your false confidence didn’t last long when Chet’s grip on you tightened, your body immediately going stiff. You’d have to take a long shower and dry clean your dress just to get rid of his scent. “Loosen up,” he ordered.

“Maybe I’d loosen up if you weren’t digging your fingers in,” you whispered.

“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”

A shiver rolled down your spine when you heard a low growl come from another alpha. Glancing around, you didn’t see anyone looking directly at you. It probably had nothing to do with you because why would anyone care if an alpha was bossing you around?

Chet’s hold on you loosened nonetheless. “And just so we’re clear, you have no intention of sleeping with me?” he asked as an omega in a revealing dress sauntered by. Your date didn’t bother to hide how he was undressing her with his eyes.

“That’s right,” you said. You made it clear to your boss that sex wasn’t an option, and he was oddly on your side. Maybe he thought Chet could sway you if he tried hard enough. If he even thought of using some sort of alpha command on you, nothing would stop you from lashing out and making him sorry.

“Then you’ll have no problem finding your own ride home should I choose to leave with someone else,” he said.

“So, I can’t make you look bad, but you can leave with another omega?” you asked.

“You got it. You’re smarter than you look.” He tapped your nose with a condescending grin. “And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”

The prick was pushing his luck. “Listen you-”

“Chet, my boy! Good to see you!” A man interrupted, uncaring that you were speaking.

“Shane,” Chet smiled. “Always a pleasure.”

The bulky alpha shamelessly looked you over, his scent almost making you choke on your next breath. “And who might this be?”

“Pretty, isn't she?” Chet cut in before you could answer, puffing his chest out. “Doesn't say much, but I’m not exactly interested in her conversational skills, am I?”

You bit your tongue when they chuckled. Be seen and not heard. It was insulting.

“Come join me, but leave the omega,” Shane said unapologetically, taking another look at your chest. What would happen if you threw a drink in his face? “As entertaining as she would be, we have business to discuss, and we don’t need the distraction.”

“Of course,” Chet smiled, turning you toward the bar as Shane walked away. “Since he doesn't want you around, why don't you take advantage of the free drinks until I get back?”

“I’m not-”

“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.”

Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away. A few heads turned your way when your scent soured. It wasn’t enough that you had to attend an event where you didn’t belong, but your date just had to rub salt in the open wound by reminding you of such. “Fucking asshole,” you muttered, making your way over to the bar to order a drink.

Plastering a smile back on your face when you got the bartender’s attention, you ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You wanted something that would go down smooth but leave a little burn. You also preferred opting to watch the bartender make a drink in front of you instead of grabbing a glass of already poured champagne. The drinks were likely fine, but better safe than sorry. And like hell would you accept a drink from your sorry excuse for a “date” if he offered you one. He was lucky you-

An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?

No… It couldn’t be your mate.

You caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped breathing when you found a pair of blue eyes fixed on you that belonged to a devilishly handsome man. He leaned against the wall, his wool-blend black suit fitting his thick body like second skin. Streaks of gray lined his luscious brown hair and peppered his beard, too. He looked like the kind of alpha who would have omegas kneeling at his feet, and it frightened you how badly you wanted to get on your hands and knees and crawl toward him.

His. Mine.

Lifting his tumbler to his lips, he kept his eyes on you as he sipped the expensive liquor. You wanted to look away but couldn't as the air crackled between you. He had you under some sort of trance you couldn't snap yourself out of. As frightening as it was to have a scent hit you so strongly, a feeling like this hit you square in the chest, the thought of him staring at another omega that way nearly made you hiss because you didn't want anyone else on the receiving end of those blue eyes.

He smirked like he read your mind and pushed himself off the wall. You did whimper out loud when you realized just how large he was. Dominant, assertive, yet there was something almost playful in his smirk when he finally broke his gaze. You greedily inhaled with the hope of catching more of his scent when he strode toward the nearby balcony, smooth and fluid as a server quickly took the empty tumbler from his hand. The men at the gala were all posturing, but no one could match the confidence of that alpha.

So how were people not surrounding him, begging for a scrap of attention? Was he untouchable among those who deemed themselves untouchable? He certainly didn’t look like the kind of man who chased after anyone. No, people went to him.

He wanted you to follow him, right?

Downing your drink in one gulp, your feet moved before you could stop yourself. “I don’t need this alpha,” you whispered, the words bitter in your mouth as you followed his path. If you were smart, you’d walk the other way and not look back. Yet the thought of never seeing him again made your heart ache in a way you didn’t want to examine.

Does he know?

Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.

You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.

Steeling yourself with false confidence again, you walked over to stand beside him. You weren’t close enough to touch him, wanting to leave him a respectable amount of space. You could always use the excuse that you just needed some fresh air if he asked what you were doing.

Stealing a glance at him, you didn’t want to believe that you had a true connection with this man, that he could be your mate. No way would an omega like you be his match. Would he even want an omega like you? One with dreams to do more, be more?

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice thick like honey and the whiskey you drank. Of course, his voice would be a powerful weapon. But he wasn’t scenting you, or trying to tear your collar off, or doing anything to indicate that he felt the sort of spark you had. Maybe that was for the best.

“It is,” you sighed, looking out at the view. You couldn’t deny the beauty and how much easier it was to breathe since you weren’t surrounded by the suffocating bodies and scents. “It really is something.”

“I was talking about you.”

You whipped your head toward him so quickly you nearly hurt your neck. The flare of heat in his eyes hypnotized you again, but this time you didn’t want him to draw you in. A man of his stature, his power, he could chew you up, spit you out, and leave you a shell of yourself. But seeing him up close, his laugh lines, and the touch of softness in his gaze, you wanted to know all about him and the life he lived.

You were in so much trouble.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“I don't think I’ve seen you at a gala before. I would've remembered you,” he stated. You weren't sure what to say to that. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky if you’d like.”

You blinked a few times. “You’re James Barnes,” you whispered, not having to belong in the inner circle to know who he was.

James Buchanan Barnes. One of the wealthiest alphas in the city, his family came from money and it was no secret that Bucky, as he liked to go by, wasn’t bound to anyone. People assumed that he didn't want to share his wealth with anyone beyond his charitable donations, or that he was either extremely picky in choosing a mate. And here he was talking to you. This was the man you thought could be your mate.

You were in way over your head.

“I am,” he said, looking at you expectantly.

It took a moment, but your name tumbled from your lips as you shifted toward him. He inhaled when a breeze rolled in and you hoped your scent got to him the way his scent got to you. The way his eyes darkened, it had. Your inner omega wanted to purr with delight.

Time stood still when he took your hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure,” he whispered, his lips brushing your knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but…”

“But what?”

You held your breath when he turned your hand and ran his nose along your wrist with a small growl. It was bold, intimate, possessive, and you got impossibly wet from the action. Had Chet or another alpha done that, it would've been a different story. “You smell divine,” he whispered against your skin.

You whined before your inner hackles went up, making him pull his mouth away immediately. He at least had some level of respect and sensed the shift in your stance. “How many omegas have you said that and done that to?” you asked when you had no right to feel jealous.

He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”

This alpha was telling the truth, but he wasn't a boy scout either. He knew how to fuck, you could tell, and he likely broke hearts without intending to. You didn’t want to be the next victim if a quick fuck was all he was looking for.

“I haven’t smelled anyone like you either,” you admitted, grudgingly pulling away. His heady scent made it hard to concentrate. And standing close to a man who wore a suit that cost more than half a year’s rent was another reminder that you were a girl playing dress up, nothing more. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here.”

Bucky stopped you from turning away, his grip on your arms tender so you wouldn’t feel threatened. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t belong here, and I don’t expect you to understand that,” you replied.

It was bad enough to let your guard down by following him out there, and you couldn’t let him seduce you more than he already had. You were lucky the very presence of him didn't trigger your heat. And how would your story end? He was a rich alpha, and you were a struggling omega. Was happiness really in the cards?

Your eyes widened when you heard the rumble in his chest, his scent producing a soothing aura that wrapped around you. Your lip trembled slightly as the rumble faded. Bucky could’ve let you walk away, yet he was comforting you. It made you want to cry.

“I may understand better than you think,” he whispered. Did he? Did he feel alone in that crowd of people there? “But help me understand why you feel that way.”

You rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. What was there for him to understand? “Okay,” you whispered back. The fact that he wanted you to talk to him meant something. “For starters, that crowd is kind of… well, awful from the short time I observed and interacted with them. They think they’re better than everyone else because they have so much, but they have no right to look down on others.”

The people in the gala simply flaunted what they had without a second thought. Being there made you appreciate your friends and their genuine interactions more. They worked hard for everything they had. They wouldn’t have anything against people born with a silver spoon in their mouths if they showed a little humility.

Bucky's chuckle surprised you. “Money doesn’t equal class, and believe me when I say they aren’t worth taking up any space in your beautiful mind,” he said, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I came out here to get away from them because, save a select few, they're fucking assholes.”

You found yourself smiling, too. No wonder he has been standing by himself. “Is that the only reason?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch his perfect hair simply because you could.

He looked at you, a mixture of lust and something soft. Standing like this you felt like a couple. “I may have wanted you to follow me, and I’m glad you did,” he said, his tone calm and casual as butterflies filled your stomach. “You’re the first person I’ve considered approaching in a long time, but you looked a bit upset when you went to the bar. I didn’t think bothering you would win me any favors.”

You exhaled. Was he the alpha who growled when Chet gripped you too tightly? “I…” you shivered when another breeze rolled in.

He shrugged his jacket the moment he spotted you shivered. “May I?” he offered.

You hesitated. Bucky had a powerful scent, and how would it look to Chet if you wore another alpha’s jacket? Chet wasn’t your alpha, but he could run his mouth and get you in trouble with your boss. It didn’t matter that you wanted to quit one day. Today wasn’t that day because you financially weren’t ready. That was the excuse you made up in your head.

But your inner omega wanted Bucky’s scent to surround you and you replied in a small voice, “Yes, please.”

Bucky carefully placed the warm jacket around your shoulders. “I know the crowd bothered you for good reason, but who specifically upset you and how can I fix it?”

“My date,” you answered. You didn't have it in you to lie to him. It also wasn't up to him to fix it.

Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your arms. It helped warm and relax you. “What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes landing on the collar around your neck. You wondered what he would do if your mating gland was exposed, and you had to push that thought away.

“His name is Chet and he’s discussing business with some alpha.” The change in his scent was subtle. He seemed too confident to be jealous, but he didn’t seem pleased either at the thought of you being with someone else. “They were extremely condescending, and I couldn’t exactly throw a drink in their faces or put them in their place since I’m just an omega.”

Bucky snarled quietly, his eyes blazing. “You’re not just an omega,” he said. He was upset on your behalf. Was he not like other older alphas who wanted omegas to be subservient? “Maybe I should have a chat with them.”

You purred before you could stop yourself. Bucky offering to stand up for you felt better than you wanted to admit. “You don't have to do that,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. You wanted to soothe him the way he soothed you. “Besides, I’m not really on a date with Chet. He just wanted me to be eye candy for the night.”

Bucky almost snarled again, but raised an eyebrow instead. “And you agreed to that? I have the feeling you aren’t the arm candy type.”

You giggled. He was right about that. “Didn’t really have a choice thanks to my boss,” you told him.

“Your boss? What exactly do you do for work?” he asked carefully.

He asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind since he seemed genuinely interested. Maybe he assumed you were an escort. “I'm a designer,” you answered, smiling to yourself. “At least, I want to be. I’m just an assistant at the moment.”

“Let me guess. Your boss is an alpha, makes you do the grunt work, and takes the credit?” he mused, humming when you solemnly nodded. “And he convinced you to come here tonight because Chet is a client?”

“Something like that. It was either that or I get fired,” you laughed bitterly. “And if he fired me I’d get blacklisted, then I’d have no job, no money at all, and I’d lose my tiny apartment and…”

His nose wrinkled when you trailed off. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop your scent from souring. Talking to one of the richest alphas ever about your problems wasn’t something you thought you’d experience tonight, but that soothing rumble and smell came out again to help you breathe easier.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he said with a touch of firmness so you knew he didn’t pity you. You could take a lot of things, but not pity.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, smoothing out some of the fabric on your dress and not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I actually made this,” you told him. It was silly, but you specifically wanted to hear something nice from Bucky to make you feel better, which was bad. You shouldn’t want compliments from him or want him period.

He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.”

Your mind raced, the heavy weight of his gaze pinning you in place. The longer you stood there, the more you wanted him. You had to snap out of it. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, shaking your head as his hand fell away. “I should go inside.”

He stepped back, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you replied honestly. Some of his actions were forward, but he wasn’t pushy. He was the sort of predator who probably gently played with his food before he sank his teeth in, yet you weren’t completely afraid of the bite. “Though I’m wondering why you don’t have a date tonight. Keeping your options open?”

Maybe he really did want to live the bachelor life.

The corner of his lip tugged when you narrowed your eyes. “I come to these things to make a short appearance. That’s all,” he explained. Even the wealthy had obligations. “Unlike some alphas my age, I’m not interested in having a date for the sole purpose of eye candy. And because most of the people here are fucking assholes, I don’t usually find anyone to take home.”

“So, you aren’t interested in taking me home?” you tried to tease. If he said no, you could lick your wounds later since you’d likely never see him again. If he said yes, you… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close enough that you felt just how big he was. A shudder wracked your body, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. “I’m very interested in taking you home,” he breathed.

You lifted your eyes to him, his desire matching yours. “I-”

A young giggling couple stumbled out to the balcony reeking of booze. They took a few steps forward and Bucky moved you out of the way before they could crash into you. The ferocious growl he let out made the laughter cease, but it had you purring like a bitch in heat. “Leave,” he ordered, keeping his arms tight around you. The underlying threat in that single word had the couple rushing back inside, but they had effectively ruined the moment.

“I think that alpha almost pissed his pants,” you teased to cut through the tension.

“He’s lucky he didn’t tumble over the railing,” he said, loosening his hold on you and taking in your expression. You felt naked under his stare. “You aren’t ready to leave with me just yet.”

“I’m still here with a ‘date’,” you reminded him to cover up any feelings or doubts in your mind.

Other than Bucky being wealthy, powerful, and smelling like a sinful kind of heaven, you didn’t fully know him. Something within you felt like you did, but going home with him for the night… What if you disappointed him? What if he decided he didn't want you?

He gave nothing away as he stared at you while you felt like your eyes told him everything. It wasn’t fair how in control he looked when you were close to spiraling. “Let’s go sit inside,” he suggested, finally cracking a smile when your face scrunched up. “No one will bother us, and I’d like to keep talking to you even if you don’t decide to leave with me.”

“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit with you for a few minutes,” you said, especially if he would keep others away from you.

His hand on your hip felt like it belonged there as he guided you back inside. The scents and mindless chatter didn’t bother you as much now, likely because all you could really smell and concentrate on was Bucky. Did his kisses taste like plums or whiskey? Both?

He brought to a corner near the bar, far enough away from the mingling crowd that you still felt a bit of privacy. You kept his jacket around you though the room was considerably warmer than it was outside, not quite ready to give it back to him. “Drink?” he asked, angling his chair so that his knees were touching yours. There was no table in front of you. Anyone looking would see how close you were.

“No, thanks,” you said. You already downed a glass of whiskey and your head was spinning thanks to him.

You felt his gaze on you for a full minute before he spoke again. “Your ‘date’ isn’t the reason you’re hesitating to leave,” he said, scratching along his beard. You bet it would feel wonderful between your thighs. “Is it me? Am I too old for you?”

You had to laugh. “You’re a gorgeous silver fox, so that isn’t the problem,” you said. Beneath the suit you knew he was in great shape, too.

He smiled a gorgeous smile, appreciating the compliment. “So it isn't my age. Do you think I won’t treat you well?”

“I know you’ll treat me well,” you answered, avoiding his gaze. You knew that in your core. “But I’m afraid of what happens in the morning.”

He forced your gaze back to him with a large hand. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Everything.

“I’m afraid if I get a taste of you it won’t be enough for one night,” you said, your heart pounding as he stared into your eyes. Like he was staring deep into your soul. “And it isn’t fair that you have that kind of power over me.”

He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.”

It wasn’t a matter of if with him, but when. “You couldn't possibly want me for more than one night,” you said. He knew you were just a struggling designer’s assistant and didn’t run with this crowd. You lived in different worlds.

“I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?”

You feigned innocence when he held your gaze, your heart racing. God, he had felt it. Was it an explosion, a slow burn, or something else? “Feel what?”

Bucky smirked, not at all fooled. “That you’re my-”

“Don’t say it,” you begged. Speaking the word would make it real and it wasn't something he could take back. “Because if you don’t want that or me, we can just go our separate ways and ignore it.”

He hadn’t marked you, and you hadn’t claimed him either. You didn’t know what it would feel like to have his knot, so you couldn’t possibly miss it. And neither of you would have to depend on the other. You could walk away with as minimal damage as possible, and you’d find a way to remain whole. So would he.

The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”

You thought the same about your heat. “Bucky-”

“Our scents call to each other. We call to each other,” he said, placing his hand on your chest. How did your heart feel fuller from his touch? “Tell me you didn't feel a connection when you caught my scent and looked at me.”

“I felt something,” you admitted.

“And it compelled you enough to follow me outside, to open up to me,” he said. You couldn't deny that. “You may say you don’t belong here, but something inside you says you belong with me.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? Scare you?” you asked. Having mates could be wonderful, but what if he wanted that pull with someone who wasn’t you?

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.

You looked at him like he suddenly grew another head. “Quit my job and move in with you?”

“Yes. Your boss doesn't deserve to have you as an assistant, and you wouldn't have to pay rent if you stayed at my place.”

You didn’t attempt to laugh off his request since he was completely serious. “You realize that sounds insane, right?” you added. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary though. Some couples who took their time building their bond still moved in right away.

“Insane would’ve been marking you the moment I saw you and dragging you home the way some alphas do,” he said.

You bristled. “It’s too soon for you to mark me,” you said, even as your mating bond throbbed.

“Don’t worry. I won't mark you tonight,” he assured you. Hurt crept up for a split second before he ran a finger along your collar. You visibly trembled and realized that he did want to mark you. He just wasn’t doing so tonight out of respect for you. “But you can still be mine in every other way until that day comes.”

You opened your mouth to argue. He hadn’t marked you, but you still felt owned. “You really think people want you with an omega outside of your tax bracket?”

“You think I give a fuck what they think?” His handsome face twisted in a scowl as he looked around. “And if they even think about insulting you, I’ll ruin them. It’s that simple.”

“It isn’t that simple,” you said.

“Why not? I know you're meant to be mine and you know it, too.” He touched your collar again, your mating bond throbbing almost to the point of pain. “You won’t need to worry about money or a roof over your head because I’ll give it to you. And a space to design your own clothes and make your dream come true.”

It sounded too good to be true, and nothing in this world was free. “I have my rent. If I break my lease-”

“I’ll pay what you owe.”

Your rent was probably pocket change to him. At least you didn’t have a roommate you’d have to worry about. It was always too risky to rely on someone else to help with bills and utilities. “And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?”

He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear.

You just wished the remaining would fade away.

“I want us to be equals, but do you realize that you’d have all the power until I get my designs off the ground, right? I’d have to rely on your money, your roof over my head,” you said, swallowing the small lump in your throat. Did he realize what he was asking of you? To push aside the small amount of pride and independence you had? “I’ve done fine on my own and to have to depend on you is something else altogether.”

You hoped he at the very least realized how vulnerable you were right now by opening up more.

He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”

You smiled a little. Could you really bring him to his knees? “As flattered as I am that you want to take care of me, do I have to decide tonight?” you asked. He was saying all the right things, and it was tempting, but there was so much to figure out beyond the living arrangements.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow if you’d like,” he said, looking around as you let out a breath. He had no doubt in his mind that you would spend the night. “Have you seen your date?”

You looked around, too, not at all worried when you spotted him. A complete contrast to how you felt at the beginning of the evening. “He’s…” You gestured to the bar where Chet was flirting with the loosely dressed omega from earlier and staring right down the front of her dress.

Bucky growled and swept his eyes over you, no doubt catching how you pressed your thighs together from the sound. A growl really shouldn't be that sexy. “Not a very faithful alpha, is he?”

“Well, he isn't my alpha, remember?” you pointed out. Someone like Chet would never be. “My boss only ‘suggested’ that I go with him tonight, and I made it clear I wasn't going to sleep with him.”

There was another hint of a growl before he smiled. “Wait right here. I’m just going to tell the young pup that you’re going home with me.”

You gripped his arm as he tried to stand. “Easy, old man. I didn't say I was going home with you,” you teased, knowing full well you were in fact leaving with him.

“Old man?” he smiled.

You shrugged. “You called me ‘doll’, which sounds like something an old man would say.”

“I think an old man is exactly what you need.” His eyes flashed with a deliciously dark promise that he was right and you’d enjoy every single inch of what he’d give you. “And you didn’t explicitly say you'd go with me, but we both know I’ve swayed you to go to my place.”

“You alphas are so cocky.” You refrained from rolling your eyes since he was right in this instance. “But maybe I should just stay here a bit longer and make you work for it since you want me so badly.”

He chuckled. “You’d rather stay here? Fine by me,” he said, leaning in close. “I’ll just slide my hand up your dress here and now and feel just how wet you are for me. I doubt anyone would notice if I made you come on my fingers. They’re too caught up in themselves.”

Your eyes closed when he touched your thigh. “You think I'm wet for you?”

“I know you are. I can smell it. Can practically taste it. You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” he purred, and you could only tremble as his hand moved higher, your legs parting to give him more access. “In fact, why don't I drag your ‘date’ over and let him watch while I lay you out and feast on your cunt? Show him what you'll never give him a taste of?”

You weren't sure if the pool of arousal was from the thought of Bucky eating you like a starved man, making that sad excuse for an alpha watch while he got you off, or both. You wondered what it would be like to taste yourself on his lips. “And why would you let him see what I look like when I come?”

He seemed to consider your question. “That’s a good point. He shouldn't see how you look when you come.” Bringing his hand to your face, your breath hitched when he caressed your cheek with such care. “But you’ll never have to hide that beautiful expression from me.”

“Hey!”

You pulled away from Bucky in time to see Chet storm over. “Shit,” you whispered when he furiously looked between you and Bucky. You were shocked smoke didn't come out of his ears.

“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”

Bucky was out of his seat before you could blink, his hand wrapped tight around Chet’s throat and cutting off the remainder of his insult. A few patrons gasped and stopped to watch as Chet clawed at Bucky's hand, but no one stepped in to help. The anger that poured off your alpha was enough to deter anyone from getting involved. And you were loving every second of it.

“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”

It was almost humiliating how turned on you were by Bucky's dominant display. You thought you’d be an omega who wouldn’t want an alpha acting like, well, an alpha, yet his defense of you meant a lot. “Bucky.” You stood up and smiled when he looked at you, his anger shifting to something softer. “You can let him go.”

Chet fell to the ground and coughed once Bucky released him. Your alpha bared his teeth with a snarl and Chet showed his throat like an obedient dog. It was clear who the top alpha was.

“Apologize,” Bucky commanded. Not only did Chet cough out an apology while avoiding your gaze, a few others said “sorry” as well. That was how powerful this man was. And you wanted him more than anything.

“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”

There was no need to fake your confidence as you and Bucky walked out together. It didn't matter at the moment what they thought of you. All you could think about was how Bucky defended you, and how he called you his mate. It was out in the open. He…

Oh, God.

“Thank you for defending me, but you do realize you just told everyone that I’m your mate, right?” you whispered. That gossip would spread before the night was over.

“Is that what I did?” he asked, smirking when you hissed and glared. “And you don’t need to thank me. He had it coming.”

The smirk was still on his handsome face as the valet brought his car around. What the hell were people going to say? He didn’t care what they thought and neither should you.

“Listen, Bucky, just because you…”

Bucky held your face in his hands, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips. His mouth barely grazed yours, carefully teasing you with the promise of what was to come. “Just because I what?” he rasped, and you swear you felt more slick stain your already ruined panties.

“You better get me off before we get to your place,” you said instead of finishing your original statement because you truthfully forgot all about it when his lips touched yours.

Your insides tinged with more heat and desire when he nipped your bottom lip. “You better say my name when I get you off.”

“Should I say Bucky or James?” you smirked.

“Bucky. Reserve the name James for when you’re upset or extremely serious,” he winked, thanking the valet before helping you into his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice.

“And you won’t mark me tonight?” you asked once he got up, touching the back of your collar to make sure it was still secure.

“We still have a lot to figure out before I mark you,” he said, leaning over as you sighed in relief. “But before we go…”

His mouth landed on yours, both strong and soft as he took possession of yours. The entire gala could've gone up in flames and you wouldn't have noticed since all you felt was him. You tasted his hunger when his tongue plunged inside, and there was a hint of desperation, too. He was starving for you and you moaned, deepening the kiss to show that you were just as eager.

You panted when he broke the kiss. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” you breathed, your eyes once again giving everything away.

His nose bumped yours affectionately as he dragged his lips to your forehead. You didn't expect such a fond gesture from him, and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn't blurt out how nice a kiss to the forehead felt. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss against your skin.

Your heart felt full, and your inner omega wanted to shout with joy. “Take me home then.”

Bucky sped off a moment later, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Your core ached as you looked at him, giving you a chance to once again take in his profile. The saying of aging like fine wine probably rang true for him. You imagined he was always good looking, but he was both rough and refined thanks to his age. People who said perfection didn’t exist clearly never saw him before.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

“I do, but you know that,” you answered, his jaw clenching when you pulled your dress up to reveal your legs. “And didn’t you promise to get me off before we got to your place?”

The sexual tension that had been building up spiked, and you sensed his need to claim you in some capacity was rising to the surface. “Give me your panties,” he ordered, giving you a sharp look. “Now.”

“You’re bossy,” you smiled, pushing your dress higher. He swore under his breath when you gripped your underwear and slid it off, your slick practically dripping from the flimsy fabric. No one ever got you that wet before. “But I kind of like it.”

He chuckled, licking his lips. “You like it because it’s me,” he pointed out, snatching the underwear out of your hand once it was within reach. You watched with a whine as he brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Fuck…” he growled, bringing the fabric to the tent growing in his pants next and rubbing all over it in a filthy display. Watching him ruin his pants with the scent and slick of your pussy had you soaking the seat beneath you. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt.”

You trembled when he took his eyes off the road. Pulling your dress over your hips, you obediently spread your legs and let him get a good look at what would soon belong to him. “You like what you see?”

“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”

Bringing your hand between your legs, you gasped at how sensitive you were. It was like you were in heat, but fully aware of your surroundings. “Like this?” you asked, moving your fingers along your folds.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his gaze darting between you and the road. You hoped one day he’d fuck your throat while he drove. “Now give me your hand.”

You presented your glistening fingers to him, giving him the opportunity to grip your wrist and suck the wet digits into his mouth. You felt his mouth water from your taste, the groan of arousal in his throat making you shake. He didn’t stop until he licked your fingers clean. “You taste just as divine as you smell,” he said, releasing your hand and reaching over to cup your mound. “And I need more.”

“I need more, too,” you moaned, his palm rubbing your clit and building that ecstasy within you. He teased your dripping hole with another finger, but didn’t push inside yet. You arched your hips, trying to get him to breach you. “Please.”

“That’s a good girl saying please,” he praised, finally pushing a thick finger inside. You clenched around him so tight, your body wanting more. “Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Made just for me. Imagine how good you’ll feel once you’re stretched around my cock.”

“Want your cock,” you moaned, opening your legs wider. “Want your big cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you do. You want my big, bare cock in your soaked cunt,” he said, pushing another finger in, your slick coating them. You didn’t let anyone fuck you bare before, but you’d let him. “You want my knot, too.”

You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.

“Are you hard just thinking of fucking of me raw?” you moaned, the need to rip the top of your dress open to reveal your breasts strong. No… If your dress was going to get torn to shreds, he could do that himself. “Coming so deep inside me you’ll drip out of me days later?”

The next growl he let out was inhuman, his fingers curling until you cried out. “My good little omega has a dirty mouth on her,” he smirked.

“I do have a dirty mouth. You should fuck it sometime,” you smiled sweetly before your mouth fell open, his expert fingers fucking you deep. Talking dirty to him helped stamp down your emotions a bit, but they were threatening to surface the more he touched you. “Bucky.”

“That’s it. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. Your back arched, gripping the leather seat until your hand ached. Your body certainly knew who owned you. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you.”

You bit your lip to hold back your whimper, your heart pounding out of control. No one took care of you. No one wanted to until tonight, and you hadn’t wanted that either.

He stopped moving his fingers, keeping perfectly still as you hissed in frustration. Was he really going to build you up and not let you finish? “Tell me,” he demanded again, gentler this time.

Your eyes burned, but you swallowed your pride. Again. “You, Bucky,” you whispered, trusting that he’d be an alpha of his word. “You'll take care of me.”

He cooed when you whimpered, slipping a third finger in and moving them again. “That’s my girl. My good omega. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say,” he praised, so proud of you. Part of you was proud of yourself, too. “Do you need to come?”

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately trying to ride his fingers as the pressure grew. You were so close. Just a little more…

“Then do it. Get that slick all over my hand and seat,” he said, pushing against your bundle of nerves once more as your body locked up. “And say. My. Name.”

Waves of pleasure rolled through you, colors blurring your vision as you cried his name. Your eyes rolled back as the squelching sound of your cunt filled the car, his fingers helping you ride it out. You were drowning, unable to breathe until you broke through the haze. You felt ruined already by his fingers. Oh, his cock was going to destroy you.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me. That’s my good girl. Can’t wait to feel that all over my cock.”

He only removed his fingers when you whined and licked your essence away with a low moan. The beautiful bastard still looked so put together, and hadn’t swerved once while he drove. “Holy shit,” you exhaled, your walls still fluttering. The orgasm took the edge off while leaving you wanting more. “Did I… soak your hand?”

“You did,” he confirmed, your face hot. “Fuck, I’m going to need an entire weekend to eat your sweet cunt just to start,” he said, flashing you a smile. “And you make very pretty sounds when you come.”

You managed a smile as you slumped in the seat, your dress still bunched around your waist. “What do you sound like when you come?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’ll find out,” he promised.

You trembled again when he put his hand back on your thigh, your hand immediately covering his. You needed his touch to ground you, but didn’t want to say so. “I just realized something,” you said once you fully caught your breath.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“If you’re my mate but you haven’t marked me yet, and you plan to pay for… well, everything for me for the time being,” you said, a laugh bubbling up when you saw that your window was fogged up. You drew a little smiley face, making you laugh more before you glanced at him. “You’re kind of like my sugar daddy.”

The look on his face before he laughed made him look younger, the sound affectionate and happy. How many managed to make him laugh like that? “Does that mean you’re going to call me ‘Daddy’?”

“Don’t push it, old man,” you giggled. Though if anyone could sway you, it would be him. “Why don’t we just stick with ‘alpha’ for now?”

“That and Bucky,” he suggested, turning his hand so your palm rested against his. “I like hearing you say my name, doll,” he added in a whisper.

“I like saying your name, Bucky,” you said, your brows furrowing. “But who came up with that nickname?”

He chuckled again, your skin tingling when he lifted your hand to kiss it. “You don’t want to hear about that.”

“Yes, I do,” you said.

He stole a glance at you. Through the heavy scent of your orgasm, you detected joy seeping from him. It made you feel happy, too. “Okay,” he smiled, running his thumb along your hand. “I got the nickname a long time ago…”

You twisted more in your seat to face him as you listened, lost in his voice and smile. There was so much you had to learn about your alpha. His likes and dislikes. What he would be like before, during, and after his ruts. He had a lot to learn about you, too. You wouldn’t give up on your dream of becoming a designer, and accepting his help may not be such a bad thing.

And maybe accepting the fact that you had a mate to depend on wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.

So, what do we think so far? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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. 

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"Oh god baby, you're gonna have to stop." Bucky rasped as you ground yourself down on his lap.

You were still fully clothed, both of you caught up in the moment the second your lips pressed against each other's for the first time.

The pining had gone on too long, building up into something uncontrollably feral and tonight both of your resolves had snapped.

The problem with that kind of gut wrenching tension that burns in your very core like an active volcano, is that within minutes of your covered cunt making contact with his rock hard cock hidden beneath his dark jeans, he was ready to bust.

He inwardly cursed himself for having the restraint of a prepubescent teenager before finding the courage to ask you to stop, to slow down so that he didn't disappoint you after all this time. He should have known that you would never see it that way, you weren't like that.

"You okay?" You asked, with worry laced between your brows as you stopped your movements and pulled back to search his face.

"Yeah I'm fine. This is great, really." He replied with a hitch in his throat, tightening his palms against your hips in fear you would just jump off him and leave, "I just...fuck...you feel too good sweetheart...I don't think I'll last if you keep moving on me like that."

"That's so hot." You breathed as you stared back at him, watching his features change from worry to amusement in mere seconds.

"Hot? Sweetheart I'm about to bust in my jeans without getting my cock anywhere near you and you think that's hot?" He said in amusement, lip twitching at the corner as you nodded with a wide grin.

"Do I think it's hot..." You breathed, dipping back down to suck on his ear love, hearing him groan low in his chest, hips bucking up into you involuntarily, "That you're so attracted to me, that just me sitting on you can make you cum."

He inhaled a deep breath, voice catching in his throat as you began grinding your core against him once more, placing kisses along his stubbled jaw and neck before nibbling at the skin.

"Fuck baby." Bucky groaned, feeling his cock twitch under you, the pressure of your body on his pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"It's okay Bucky," You moaned into his neck, feeling arousal pool in your panties from his desperation and the feel of his body against yours, "Let me make you feel good."

"God, you are baby. Feels so good." He groaned, tilting his hips up to meet your pelvis once more and making you let out an involuntary pleasurable gasp at the contact.

You pulled back, your own eyes flicking between his deep blue orbs as his mouth hung agape, small groans slipping from between the flesh as you moved your body over his, pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"You're mine now, you know that right." Bucky whispered up at you, adoration filling his gaze.

"All yours bucky, I've always been yours." You whimpered.

He slipped one hand up your spine until it rested between your shoulders and he pushed your body into his, pressing his lips against yours with a satisfied hum.

His groans got louder in your mouth, hips getting more desperate as your tongue melded to his and you let out your own mewls and whimpers, clutching desperately at his shoulders to make sure this was real, this was finally happening.

Bucky gasped, hands twitching were they splayed and head pulling back to stare in your eyes as his cock juddered, spilling warm ropes of cum into his underwear.

You worked him through it, pressing soft kisses to his cheek, jaw and lips while he came down from his high, before you finally stilled and he pulled you against him, cuddling you against his chest.

You sighed against him with a soft smile, burying your face into the crook of his neck, feeling his chest move up and down as his breathing steadied.

"Fuck." He murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead, "That was..."

"Long overdue." You whispered happily.

"I owe you one now sweetheart." He promised with a smirk, "Fuck I owe you as many orgasms as you can handle."

You giggled against him, feeling his lips curve into a wide smile against your skin before they pursed and pressed a long drawn out kiss there.

His palms rubbed the length of your back, body's fitting together like they always should have.

"We've got all the time in the world." He whispered, pressing another kiss to your scalp, "Always gonna be yours sweetheart, always."

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"Hey how was work?" Chris asked from the couch, when you dragged your feet over the threshold of your shared home.

"Chris..." You released in a husky whimper, as your coat dropped to the floor and your shoulders slumped, tears already streaming down your cheeks.

"Hey what's wrong?" He asked with concern, jumping up from the couch and striding over to you with quick steps, taking you into his arms.

You pressed your face into his chest, letting out a wracked sob you'd been holding back since the night ended, while your arms hung limpy by your sides, unable to find the strength to move.

After a few minutes, Chris guided you to the couch, pulling you down next to him and keeping an arm firmly around you while your breathing began to even out.

"Baby talk to me." Chris coaxed softly and you knew you had to tell him. You didn't keep secrets from him, not ever, but you knew this would be a tricky conversation and the fear ate at you.

After a lot of coaxing yourself with deep breaths you finally leaned back to look up at him, sniffling softly as you told him everything that had happened that evening, that instead of getting out of there you let Ransom touch you, that your boss had basically pimped you out, that Ransom had fingered you, had touched you so intimately with the unspoken promise that it would happen again.

Chris' features changed as you spoke, jaw tensing and ticking as his teeth gritted together so hard you thought his teeth may break. His fists clenched in his lap and his body stiffened, eyes narrowing and darkening with every added detail, until you finally finished, exhaling a shaky breath and looking back at him through hooded eyes as you waited for his response.

His nostrils flared and he let out a harsh breath jumping to his feet. He smoothed his palm over his face and then his hair as he paced back and forth, feet clomping against the carpet angrily.

"Baby I'm sorry." You exhaled as the tears tracked down your soaked cheeks, rubbing your palms in your lap. You were sorry, sorry that your job put you in this position, sorry that you hadn't quit when he'd expressed his concern, sorry that someone else had touched you when your heart belonged to him, but apparently that wasn't what Chris was focusing on at all.

"Did he make you cum?" Chris suddenly snarled across the small space with a wrinkled nose and furrowed brows.

"What?" You squeaked, eyes snapping to his, flicking back and forth as you searched for some understanding of where his head was at.

"You heard me?" He snapped more loudly, looming over you with his fists curled at his sides, "Did you cum? Did you enjoy it?"

Your mouth opened and closed like a fish as you tried to process the question, knowing you needed to be honest, but not wanting to be as you looked back up into his darkened stormy eyes.

"I...I don't..." You mumbled nervously.

"Did. You. Cum?" Chris snarled once more, glaring at you.

"Yes..." You whispered, dropping your eyes to your lap in an attempt to avoid his gaze as more tears cascaded down your skin.

"And you let him mark you." Chris scoffed, finger poking harshly at the purple bruising on your neck where Ransom had bitten you.

"I didn't let him." You whispered as you shook, "He just did it."

"I told you to leave that job." He spat angrily.

"We need the money." You pleaded as your head hung in shame, "We talked about this."

"So now I just gotta live with the fact I'm sharing you with someone else." He yelled and your face snapped back to his.

Your body moved on autopilot, jumping from the couch to get closer to him, fists finding their way into his shirt, holding him as close as possible.

He made no move to stop you, observing you with a tense jaw and narrowed eyes, hands placed on his hips while you clung to him like you were afraid to let go.

"You're not sharing me." You pleaded, "I love you. Only you. I'm doing this for you. For us."

"Shit." He whispered and you felt his body shift, his shoulders dropped and his forehead dropped to yours.

"You're right." He muttered quietly, placing his hands on your hips, "Fuck. I'm sorry."

"It's okay..." You whimpered, tugging at the fabric to keep him close.

"It's not okay." He chuffed lightly, eyes darkening as they met yours, "Cause now I gotta claim you harder, make sure you know that no matter what happens with him, you belong to me."

"Chris..." You gasped, feeling heat pool from the way his palms were now clutching your hips possessively.

"And I'm gonna mark you up." He continued in a low growl, "Make sure he knows it's too. Make sure he knows that no matter what he does it's me you'll be coming home too."

"God..I..." You stuttered, face flushing furiously under his darkened gaze.

"You like that huh?" He mocked, "You like me bein' all possessive over you?"

You nodded against his head, swallowing harshly as you felt wetness pool in your panties.

"Yeah you do." Chris smirked, "You like that I'm about to ruin your cunt."

He pushed away from you, quickly spinning you before pushing your torso down onto the arm of the sofa and take fistfuls of your ass in his palms, groaning as he groped the soft flesh.

You whimpered in anticipation as he roughly pushed up your dress, snapping the band of your underwear and tossing it before you on the couch.

You heard the quick clink of a belt and the shuffle of trousers before his cock was pushed through your already dripping folds, filling you to the brim.

His pace was brutal, claiming, possessive, but in all the best ways that had you moaning and whining as he worked you both towards the edge with a firm grip on your hips.

Chris dropped his body over yours, groaning deep into your ear as he smacked his balls against your ass with unrestrained lust.

His tongue darted out, licking Ransom's mark on your neck, before he growled and bit down on the already bruised flesh.

You let out a loud cry, cunt clamping down on his cock from the pleasure that only he could provide.

He sucked the soft flesh into his mouth harshly, not relenting until the mark was now bigger and darker than before, replacing all traces of Ransom with him.

"Who do you belong too baby?" Chris growled in your ear before moving to the other side of your neck, biting down to make a fresh mark there.

"You Chris!" You screamed out in ecstasy, your orgasm just within your reach as his cock pummeled in and out of your cunt, "You."

"That's right, you're mine." He grunted when his teeth finally released your skin, "Not his."

"I'm yours Chris. I'm yours." You whimpered, tears pooling in your eyes.

"Yeah you are." He groaned as he tore his torso from your back, gripping your hips harder as he stood once more, "My girl, my woman and nothing is gonna change that."

"I'm gonna come." You cried out.

"Come baby." He groaned behind you, still maintaining his unfathomable pace with incredible stamina, "I wanna feel what I do to you. I want you to scream my name so loud that people in the next town know you're mine."

"Fuck." You groaned, screaming out his name as your orgasm finally took hold, shooting up your spine and prickling heat across your entire body, "Chris!"

"That's it." He grunted as he chased his own high, digging his finger tips into your hips so hard you would have more proof of his possession come morning, "Fuck I love you. I love you so fucking much. Never gonna leave you. Never. Fuck."

He finished with a low groan, body shuddering as he dropped over you with ragged breath.

When it was all over and your bodies had separated, both covered in sweat and cum, Chris peppered you with kisses, telling you how much he loved you.

As you lay next to him that night, one arm and leg slung over his body like you feared he may run in the night, you couldn't help but worry what would come next with Ransom and just how serious Chris was about not letting anything come between you.

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