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heavenly sweet

“Daddy.” She turned around, giving Bucky her back, and he could only smile bigger when he saw the way she was bouncing on her ankles in excitement.

Bucky bow-tied her apron for her, lightly patting her back, “there you go, lil chef,” before pawing at her sides until she giggled.

“Thank you, daddy.” She beamed, letting Bucky help her up on the kitchen counter.

It was a special day for her today. She and Daddy were wearing their matching aprons for the first time, and Bucky was showing her how to make one of her favourites, blueberry pie.

Bucky didn’t get the chance to tell her yet, but the matching aprons gesture had him even crazier in love with her. The way she closely watched his reaction as he'd opened his gift and the way she was over the moon when he’d showed his content with it would forever be engraved in his mind next to all of the other precious memories starring her beautiful eyes.

“Okay, so we have our flour over there,” Bucky pointed to the half-full bag, “eggs and butter too,” he checked, walking closer to her, “and my sugar right here.” Bucky planted his hands on the counter, trapping her between them as he dropped his head to kiss, kitten-lick, and nibble on her jaw.

“Dada!” She squeal-giggled, her hands on Bucky’s round belly as he stood over her.

“Look at you, bonbon! You look like a real chef already! You doing the baking today? Hmm?” Bucky joked, peppering kisses on her face, his hands holding her waist.

“No, jus’ helping daddy,” she giggled more, hiding her face in Bucky’s chest, making him chuckle.

“The best help daddy could get, bonbon.” He kissed the top of her head with a satisfied smile.

~

There was nothing she loved more than watching Daddy work. With his hair pulled back into a small bun, his apron around his full torso, different smudges covering it, and his forearms having the littlest smear of flour on them, Bucky looked like art to her. The way he went about everything he was doing to make her feel included and the way he stole kiss after kiss from her when she was focused. Not to forget how sweet his kisses always were. It was all so perfect. She cherished every moment she got to spend with him, each one better than the last as Daddy made her the best treats that ever existed.

“Now, what do we do, bonbon?” Bucky quizzed playfully, wiping a hand down his apron so he could put the hair that escaped the bun back behind his ear.

“We put in our blueberries!” She replied, her hands eagerly reaching for the bowl of macerated fruit.

“Oh my god,” Bucky looked at her, faking shock and shaking his head.

“Did I say something wrong, daddy?” her voice went small so fast, immediately searching her mind, trying to remember if something went in before the berries.

“I might wanna slow down with teaching you or else next thing I know you’ll be taking over daddy’s bakery, bonbon!” Bucky chuckled, teasingly pecking her cheek.

She laughed with him when he tapped her nose, internally sighing in relief.

He was such a charmer and she was head over heels for him, “’m so proud of you, bonbon.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

“Daddy, can I put them in?” she patted her eyelashes, her hands in place on Bucky’s tummy and he couldn’t help but peck her lips.

“You sure can, lil chef," he said and she grinned at the name he'd started to use, wanting to earn it.

“Here, lemme help you, baby.” Bucky smiled, taking the bowl and holding it for her while she used a spatula to scoop the contents out and into their pie pan.

She was so happy they were doing this together. She was always at her most peaceful state of mind when Bucky would take her to the kitchen with him. Watching him work so passionately was her little self’s own version of bliss. Bucky had the softest aura about him. He was the kindest, most beautiful and most loving Daddy she could’ve ever dreamed of having, and her little heart vowed to appreciate every second with him, every second of him.

“Wait, dada, leave some. Wanna taste.” She stopped Bucky’s hand from slopping the bowl further so the rest of the fruits would fall out.

Bucky, of course, listened to her at once, giving her the bowl to hold on her apron-covered lap as he grabbed her a spoon.

She loved having a taste of the leftovers. Sometimes Bucky would catch her licking cake dough off the bowl in the bakery kitchen and no matter how many times he’d tell her it wasn’t healthy, because the eggs in the batter were raw, she’d still be licking that dough the second he’d turn his back. Bucky loved her too much to be stern with her, so he’d just make sure he was always there, moving the bowl to the sink after being done with it and laughing at her cute pout when she’d see it fill with water as Daddy rinsed it.

Bucky shook the pan to evenly distribute the berries on the surface, adoringly grinning at her attempts to catch a berry that wouldn’t roll and slide off the spoon. She eventually managed to scoop some, moaning when she slid the spoon in her mouth. Bucky’s food always tasted so good she was in love.

“Good, baby?” Bucky licked his lips, wiping his palms on his apron again.

“So good, dada.” She nodded, indulging herself with another spoon of pie filling.

“Give daddy a taste, bonbon,” he asked lowly and she held her spoon up for him, trying not to spill.

Bucky smiled gently, taking the spoon and bowl from her and setting them aside.

She didn’t have time to be confused before he was kissing her, his tongue sliding in to taste hers. Her eyes closed as a surprised moan got out only to be swallowed by Bucky.

She tasted like her with a hint of blueberries, so sweet; so delicious. Bucky’s hands cradled her face as he deepened the kiss, not able to get enough of her flavor, her soft lips or the tiny sounds leaving them. Her smaller hands settled on his chubby tummy, before sliding to his sides to hold him close, slightly clutching his apron.

Their mouths parted, the need for oxygen kind of forcing Bucky away though he still gave her lips a couple of short kisses as he tried to take his breath, his forehead resting on hers.

“So good indeed,” Bucky chuckled breathlessly and her face felt hot, her nose shyly nuzzling Daddy’s cheek to hide.

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky’s voice was so velvety and soft as his fingers brought her face back to his, “I love you, bonbon,” Bucky said, his blue eyes enchanting hers and she could only see, hear, smell and feel him.

Bucky was gorgeous. His tall frame towering over hers, making her feel safe. His pink lips wearing a tender smile that was only designed for her. His cologne surrounding her and filling her chest with warmth. His belly soft and full under her palms. His hair a little out of place as a few strands had slipped out of the bun and refused to stay behind his ear. He was flawless and he was her Daddy.

“I love you, daddy,” she returned with a timid smile.

Her hand went up to slide Bucky’s soft hair back behind his ear, stealing his heart all over again when she cupped his cheek and pressed a tiny kiss to his lips.

With her hand still holding the side of his face and her face tilted upwards, she then started telling Daddy what they had to do next, talking about covering the filling using the remaining pie dough and such, wanting Bucky to be proud of her. And he was, though he wasn’t hearing a word she was saying, he was the proudest.

As he watched her lips move and her hands gesture, Bucky could only think he’d gone to heaven because that must’ve been the only correct name for what he was experiencing in her angelic presence.

Of all the sweet things he's ever tasted, she was his one, true addiction and Bucky was gladly hooked.

~~

heavenly sweet

“Daddy.” She turned around, giving Bucky her back, and he could only smile bigger when he saw the way she was bouncing on her ankles in excitement.

Bucky bow-tied her apron for her, lightly patting her back, “there you go, lil chef,” before pawing at her sides until she giggled.

“Thank you, daddy.” She beamed, letting Bucky help her up on the kitchen counter.

It was a special day for her today. She and Daddy were wearing their matching aprons for the first time, and Bucky was showing her how to make one of her favourites, blueberry pie.

Bucky didn’t get the chance to tell her yet, but the matching aprons gesture had him even crazier in love with her. The way she closely watched his reaction as he'd opened his gift and the way she was over the moon when he’d showed his content with it would forever be engraved in his mind next to all of the other precious memories starring her beautiful eyes.

“Okay, so we have our flour over there,” Bucky pointed to the half-full bag, “eggs and butter too,” he checked, walking closer to her, “and my sugar right here.” Bucky planted his hands on the counter, trapping her between them as he dropped his head to kiss, kitten-lick, and nibble on her jaw.

“Dada!” She squeal-giggled, her hands on Bucky’s round belly as he stood over her.

“Look at you, bonbon! You look like a real chef already! You doing the baking today? Hmm?” Bucky joked, peppering kisses on her face, his hands holding her waist.

“No, jus’ helping daddy,” she giggled more, hiding her face in Bucky’s chest, making him chuckle.

“The best help daddy could get, bonbon.” He kissed the top of her head with a satisfied smile.

~

There was nothing she loved more than watching Daddy work. With his hair pulled back into a small bun, his apron around his full torso, different smudges covering it, and his forearms having the littlest smear of flour on them, Bucky looked like art to her. The way he went about everything he was doing to make her feel included and the way he stole kiss after kiss from her when she was focused. Not to forget how sweet his kisses always were. It was all so perfect. She cherished every moment she got to spend with him, each one better than the last as Daddy made her the best treats that ever existed.

“Now, what do we do, bonbon?” Bucky quizzed playfully, wiping a hand down his apron so he could put the hair that escaped the bun back behind his ear.

“We put in our blueberries!” She replied, her hands eagerly reaching for the bowl of macerated fruit.

“Oh my god,” Bucky looked at her, faking shock and shaking his head.

“Did I say something wrong, daddy?” her voice went small so fast, immediately searching her mind, trying to remember if something went in before the berries.

“I might wanna slow down with teaching you or else next thing I know you’ll be taking over daddy’s bakery, bonbon!” Bucky chuckled, teasingly pecking her cheek.

She laughed with him when he tapped her nose, internally sighing in relief.

He was such a charmer and she was head over heels for him, “’m so proud of you, bonbon.” Bucky kissed her forehead.

“Daddy, can I put them in?” she patted her eyelashes, her hands in place on Bucky’s tummy and he couldn’t help but peck her lips.

“You sure can, lil chef," he said and she grinned at the name he'd started to use, wanting to earn it.

“Here, lemme help you, baby.” Bucky smiled, taking the bowl and holding it for her while she used a spatula to scoop the contents out and into their pie pan.

She was so happy they were doing this together. She was always at her most peaceful state of mind when Bucky would take her to the kitchen with him. Watching him work so passionately was her little self’s own version of bliss. Bucky had the softest aura about him. He was the kindest, most beautiful and most loving Daddy she could’ve ever dreamed of having, and her little heart vowed to appreciate every second with him, every second of him.

“Wait, dada, leave some. Wanna taste.” She stopped Bucky’s hand from slopping the bowl further so the rest of the fruits would fall out.

Bucky, of course, listened to her at once, giving her the bowl to hold on her apron-covered lap as he grabbed her a spoon.

She loved having a taste of the leftovers. Sometimes Bucky would catch her licking cake dough off the bowl in the bakery kitchen and no matter how many times he’d tell her it wasn’t healthy, because the eggs in the batter were raw, she’d still be licking that dough the second he’d turn his back. Bucky loved her too much to be stern with her, so he’d just make sure he was always there, moving the bowl to the sink after being done with it and laughing at her cute pout when she’d see it fill with water as Daddy rinsed it.

Bucky shook the pan to evenly distribute the berries on the surface, adoringly grinning at her attempts to catch a berry that wouldn’t roll and slide off the spoon. She eventually managed to scoop some, moaning when she slid the spoon in her mouth. Bucky’s food always tasted so good she was in love.

“Good, baby?” Bucky licked his lips, wiping his palms on his apron again.

“So good, dada.” She nodded, indulging herself with another spoon of pie filling.

“Give daddy a taste, bonbon,” he asked lowly and she held her spoon up for him, trying not to spill.

Bucky smiled gently, taking the spoon and bowl from her and setting them aside.

She didn’t have time to be confused before he was kissing her, his tongue sliding in to taste hers. Her eyes closed as a surprised moan got out only to be swallowed by Bucky.

She tasted like her with a hint of blueberries, so sweet; so delicious. Bucky’s hands cradled her face as he deepened the kiss, not able to get enough of her flavor, her soft lips or the tiny sounds leaving them. Her smaller hands settled on his chubby tummy, before sliding to his sides to hold him close, slightly clutching his apron.

Their mouths parted, the need for oxygen kind of forcing Bucky away though he still gave her lips a couple of short kisses as he tried to take his breath, his forehead resting on hers.

“So good indeed,” Bucky chuckled breathlessly and her face felt hot, her nose shyly nuzzling Daddy’s cheek to hide.

“Hey, look at me,” Bucky’s voice was so velvety and soft as his fingers brought her face back to his, “I love you, bonbon,” Bucky said, his blue eyes enchanting hers and she could only see, hear, smell and feel him.

Bucky was gorgeous. His tall frame towering over hers, making her feel safe. His pink lips wearing a tender smile that was only designed for her. His cologne surrounding her and filling her chest with warmth. His belly soft and full under her palms. His hair a little out of place as a few strands had slipped out of the bun and refused to stay behind his ear. He was flawless and he was her Daddy.

“I love you, daddy,” she returned with a timid smile.

Her hand went up to slide Bucky’s soft hair back behind his ear, stealing his heart all over again when she cupped his cheek and pressed a tiny kiss to his lips.

With her hand still holding the side of his face and her face tilted upwards, she then started telling Daddy what they had to do next, talking about covering the filling using the remaining pie dough and such, wanting Bucky to be proud of her. And he was, though he wasn’t hearing a word she was saying, he was the proudest.

As he watched her lips move and her hands gesture, Bucky could only think he’d gone to heaven because that must’ve been the only correct name for what he was experiencing in her angelic presence.

Of all the sweet things he's ever tasted, she was his one, true addiction and Bucky was gladly hooked.

~~

He knocked on the door to your bedroom before entering it. He expected you to be there but you weren’t. Instead the sweet smell was a little stronger in your room.

Sighing, he just thought you must’ve gone out for something and decided to go retire to his room. But the moment he entered his room, the scent hit him like a tsunami wave.

He breathed in deeply but still he couldn’t understand why it was pleasing him so much. There was a hint of familiarity in it that he couldn’t quite catch.

He stopped in his tracks when he heard a little mewl coming from his closet. It sounded like something between a hurt noise and a moan.

His alpha instincts were on the edge due to the smell and he walked with light steps before pushing open the closet door with a loud thud.

His mouth turned dry at the sight that greeted him. He wasn’t expecting you to be laid out naked in his closet, much less in a nest made out of his clothes.

You had dumped everything from his bedcovers to his unwashed Henley, everything that even faintly scented like him, in your makeshift nest.

His eyes trailed down your body slowly, still recovering from the surprise, and that’s when he noticed your fingers furious pumping in your cunt.

A growl ripped itself from his chest at the beautiful sight. It was all his alpha hindbrain needed, you, his omega, laid out all ready in your nest for him to just take.

His eyes were still locked at your drenching wet pussy sucking in your fingers till your knuckles. He wanted them to his fingers, his cock, his knot.

“Alpha..!” Bucky’s eyes snapped at your face when you moaned out his designation. Out of his trance, he walked back a few steps and gripped the doorframe tight enough to break.

You were in a heat.

He chewed on his lip hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from pouncing on you. He was painfully aware of his rock hard cock and his own need to bury it in something tight and slick.

But he wouldn’t. He won’t take advantage of you in this helpless state. No matter how much your scent enticed him, he won’t do something you didn’t want him to.

He was an idiot. He should’ve known you were in heat from the scent itself. But you usually wore scent blockers and now due to your heat the scent was so amplified, it was difficult to identify.

He still remembered how skeptical you were while moving in with him. The only reason you agreed to live with an alpha was because the house was really good and the rent was less.

Bucky didn’t need money as such and his home was big enough to house more people. Not to mention how lonely he got somedays, so that’s how he had decided to get a roommate and he’d met you.

Bucky wanted you since the moment he had set his eyes upon you. He had planned to ask you out on so many occasions but always cancelled it in the end with the fear of losing you.

You both watched movies together and talked hours on end on seemingly stupid topics. Bucky took these moments of joy and kept them close to his heart.

“Alpha.. Bucky!” Bucky’s heard was thudding in his chest at the sound of your distress. Your painful moan tugged on his heartstring and with a firm resolve, he kneeled besides you.

“What do you want?” He cupped your cheek and realised your body was flaming hot. You must’ve noticed his worry in his scent as you began purring and nuzzled your face in his hand.

He couldn’t help but think how you were the one soothing him instead of him soothing you. Your cheeks were wet with tears and rubbed them off as gently as he could.

Being so close to you was making him rely on his very primal instincts and he was holding onto the little bit sense he still had in his mind.

“Bucky..!“ you whimpered out as you shut your eyes and arched your back. It took him a second to realise that you were still fucking yourself on your fingers.

But the way your face was scrunched up and you were twisting in his hold, it was clear you weren’t reaching the peak.

Bucky clenched his fist and closed his eyes to regain his composure. He shouldn’t help you, no matter how much his alpha instincts told him to because that is not what you wanted.

“Shhh… I’m right here.” He cooed. He pulled his hand away from your cheek to straighten a corner of the nest but you quickly pulled his pal back on your face as if it was giving you relief.

It probably was, Bucky thought. An alpha’s scent and touch always soothed the omega in heat and the same was true for alpha in ruts.

“Bu… Bucky, I need you!” You hiccuped. It took all of Bucky’s will power to not take you right there. Your voice was so needy and wrecked, but he couldn’t give in to the temptation.

“No… we can’t.” His voice was strained and you looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “Wh.. why?” You whimpered as he pulled you into his arms and laid your face down on his lap.

“Because you don’t want this. You’re in heat and well, I’m an alpha. So you might think you want me now, but you don’t.” Your skin was so warm that he wanted to reduce the thermostat but he didn’t want to get up.

“I want you! God Bucky, I’ve wanted you since I saw you.” You nearly screamed. Bucky stared at your face for a minute before blinking stupidly. “You what?”

“I want you! How much more clear do you want me to be?” You were staring daggers at him by now. “Why didn’t you tell me before? God, I like you too!”

“Are you going to fuck me or not?” You were burning up on the inside and he understood your urgency. “Fuck yes!” Bucky got to work instantly.

He quickly undressed and you openly gawked at his chiseled body. He was much bigger than you in every aspect and cock was proportional to his body.

Thick and long, covered with veins you salivated at the sight of his cock. You swirled your clit as you couldn’t wait for him any longer.

Bucky licked his lips before squatting down between your legs. He held your hand which was buried between your legs and you whined at the lack of stimulation.

Bucky took your wet fingers and put them in his mouthed and sucked. Feeling his tongue lick them clean made a shiver run down your spine.

“You taste so good. I knew it.” His eyes zeroed down on your throbbing pussy and you watched with bated breath as he lowered himself between your legs.

You could feel his breath ghosting on your wet folds and you let out a litany of moans when he licked a thick stripe of your dripping pussy with his wet tongue.

He hummed against your sensitive folds and the vibrations made your toes curl. His tongue toyed with your clit and you tugged on his hair to hurry up.

Your back arched when his thick finger entered you. It reached the spots you couldn’t earlier and satisfied the overwhelming urge to be filled.

Your slick walls stretched around his finger as he added more. His fingers pumping within you combined with him sucking and flicking your clit were making you dizzy with pleasure and you couldn’t last much longer.

Your legs clamped down around him as you came with a loud cry of his name. Your fingers were holding his tresses as your grinded down on his face.

You released him as you calmed down and he got up from between your thighs. His face was drenched in your juices and you gasped at the sight.

When he kissed you, you could taste yourself on his tongue and it was oddly arousing. The little reprieve you’d gotten from the orgasm was soon gone and you begged for more.

“Alpha.. please. I need you. I need you so bad.” You said breathily and pulled Bucky closer to yourself. You buried your nose in the crook of his nose as his alpha scent was soothing to you.

You whined when Bucky rubbed his cock over your folds and teased your clit. “Please.. please!” You couldn’t help but plead for more.

You closed your eyes and relished the stretch when Bucky finally entered you. He was huge and filling you up so good, you couldn’t think.

You were so tight and warm around Bucky, he couldn’t help but start thrusting into your heat. He held your hips tightly as he began slamming his hips into yours.

“Yes Bucky! Please!” Your brain couldn’t catch up with what your mouth was saying as the only thing you could comprehend was on Bucky’s cock fucking you.

“Yeah that’s right. You like this, huh? You like your alpha fucking you. You’re so naughty, making a nest with my clothes and fucking yourself on your fingers surrounded by my scent. All you had to do was ask, baby.”

When you had gone into heat you had been desperate for Bucky’s scent. And so you had started collection things and before you even realised what you were doing, you’d made a whole nest.

Bucky pressed his hand on your soft stomach, “You feel this? You feel me fucking you? God I’m gonna cum so deep inside you that you’d be swollen with my pups in no time.”

He froze for a second as the words left his lips without his realisation. But his fear was washed away when he felt you clenching around him.

“You wanna have my pups?” Bucky asked with a grin as you excitedly nodded. “Yes alpha. Please!” Bucky pace increased and he somehow wanted to fuck you even harder.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head ‘mega. I’m gonna breed you so well.” He grunted in your ear as his hips sped up. You felt the slight tug of his knot forming at the base.

His lips latched on to your scent gland at the base of your neck and and bared your neck in submission. You hissed as his teeth made contact with your gland. He nibbled on your skin but didn’t bite.

“Soon I’m gonna bite you omega. Make you all mine. And keep you swollen with my children so no one doubts who your alpha is.” You nodded as words refused to form.

The room was filled with wet squelching noise of your slick as Bucky rammed into you. You circled your arms around his neck and pulled him even closer to you.

You felt yourself getting closer to the upcoming wave of pleasure and even Bucky realised as he felt your walls contract around him. “Yes fuck. Cum for me my omega. Cum for me, and milk me well.”

His alpha command was all it took for you clench down on him and orgasm. Your legs shook and white pleasure bursted behind your eyelids.

Bucky wasn’t far behind and he grunted your name as his knot fully formed and with one finally thrust, he tied you to himself. “Take every single drop omega. Wanna see your full of my seed.”

You probably came again on his knot, or it was first orgasm still continuing, you couldn’t really tell. You felt yourself floating on a peaceful cloud of never ending pleasure and you didn’t ever want to come down.

Once you both had ridden the endorphin high, Bucky gently caressed your body while you were still laying together. Bucky pursed his lips before giving a boyish smile and asking,

Bucky didn’t realize it until he had to go with you on your little dates. Even though he stood feet away from you and your dates’ table, he could hear everything that was being said. He could see the way you smiled, or the way your hands moved while you talked passionately about something you loved, Bucky even saw you two sharing dessert at one point....and he hated it. And you were never nervous, ever, and that meant really successful first dates…..well sometimes. Bucky hated that though, he found it even worse when they would be successful. It always makes him think that he’s going to lose you, when in reality he doesn’t have you.

Being your body guard means to protect you, to take care of you, to make sure you’re okay every second of the day. That’s what his job is, especially with you being an omega and your parents being a part of some sketchy shit you aren’t completely aware of- and don’t want to know about-, he needs to protect you. It’s his instinct, but it’s also his job too.

With your parents out of town for a couple of weeks, Bucky is on even more of a high alert, especially when you go out on these dates he dislikes so fucking much. It sucks for Bucky because he’s noticed you’ve began getting a bit more social- nothing wrong with that at all- but you’ve been going out on dates with these alpha boys. He can’t help but feel jealous. He wasn’t supposed to fall for you, just protect you- that was all- but now it’s too late. He feels jealous because he’s so close to you, yet he seems so far from you in a way, and why on earth would you ever go for an older alpha anyways? You want a young alpha, someone more near your age, and Bucky just isn’t that.

So as Bucky watches you talk to your third date of the week, he can’t help but notice how the boy isn’t paying any attention to your rambling. Bucky loves your rambling. Whether it’s about the weather, dogs, a tv show, some new shirt you bought, fuck...even if you started talking about the fiery pits of hell(which he is sure doesn’t exist) he’d listen to every single word. The boys’ eyes wander about from other omegas to betas, all except for you. He’s not paying a bit of attention to you, and it’s making Bucky furious. Bucky’s jaw clenches, his fists remain at his side in tight balls. He stares daggers at the boy who sits in front of you, the one who’s not paying attention to you at all. And Bucky thinks, and he knows, that if he were sitting in that boys place, he’d be paying all of his attention to you and his eyes would never wander. Then, Bucky is pulled from his fury, and he watches the young boy do something absolutely idiotic. He nods at your question, then “accidentally” knocks over his glass into your lap. The cold liquid spills all over your new skirt, and you gasp in shock. Bucky is quick to walk over with a new anger washing over him. People part out of his way, them being immediately intimidated by the angry alpha marching across the room, and he throws down just enough money onto the round table for only your meal, then he grabs your arm, “No more dates with you. Don’t fucking contact her again.” Bucky snarls at the guy, and then pulls you up and out of your chair.

He guides you out of the restaurant door with no protests from you. You’re honestly ready to get home, and change out of the sticky liquid covered clothing you’re wearing. Bucky pulls you over to the black SUV that’s parked right outside of the restaurant, and pops the back door open. He helps you in, without a word, but you know he’s pissed. You can see it all over his face, and if that’s not enough, you can smell the anger rushing through his scent- that familiar scent you smell when your father says something to push his buttons; something kind of like a fire, burning wood-, you don’t need Bucky to give you the reason for his anger either.

Once you both get back to your parents’ house, Bucky of course let’s you go in first. He’s calmed down a bit, but once he sees the ruined skirt you took nearly an hour picking out at the store, he angers again. “Why do you insist on going out on these dates anyways, doll? It’s clear a lot of them don’t know how to treat you.” Bucky’s arms cross over his chest as he leans on the wall- jaw clenched. He watches you head to the kitchen, and he follows because he wants an answer. “I uh....well, to hopefully find someone who’s right for me.” You sound a bit unsure, but what else are you supposed to tell him? That you love him? He’s the one for you? That you want to obey his every command and be his omega and don’t even want to go on these pathetic dates? You’re pretty sure he wouldn’t want someone way younger than him anyways, especially a “bratty, rich” omega. Well, that’s what everyone calls you anyways since your parents throw money around. Bucky, on the other hand, knows you like no other. He knows that’s not who or what you are; and that’s one of the many reasons he adores you(little to your knowledge).

“Uh huh....so how many more douche bags do i have to take you away from before you see that they’re not there to please you or love you, they’re there for the money most of the time?” Bucky admits the truth, and he watches you shift while you stand at the fridge, back facing him. Your scent changes into one of slight nerves- he smells it-, and you stumble over your words as you speak. “I- I know Bucky....i’m just- i’m a hopeless romantic, okay?” You shrug and shut the fridge door, then you walk briskly towards the stairs so you can go up to your room and change out of the ruined clothes you’re in.

Bucky makes his way up behind you after a few minutes of standing stone in the kitchen, surrounded by his own thoughts. When he reaches your bedroom door, he sees that it’s shut. As he expected, of course. He knocks and it takes you a few moments to answer, but it finally swings open. “Yeah?” You ask him while you wipe off your makeup. “Can we talk?” You can see that he now doesn’t have his jacket on, and you can fully see his metal arm. Something that he’s really only comfortable enough doing- having it on display around you and your family- while at your home. Your eyes meet his and your breath hitches in your throat- heart rate speeding up. You nod shyly, then you step back. “What did you wanna talk about?” You ask him as you walk over to your bathroom.

Bucky enters your room, and then shuts the door behind him. God, you know his intoxicating scent is going to be every where in your room, but what’s the use in complaining? Maybe it’ll help you get off tonight. The universe knows you need something.

Bucky then stands near your closed door, admiring your room as he has many times. Then, once he finally registers your question, his heart thumps a little faster. He shouldn’t ask the question he is wanting to, so he swiftly changes his mind. “How many more this week?” You peek your head from your bathroom and eye him cautiously. “Uh....maybe two. I don’t know, might cancel them honestly.” You shrug and then dip your head back into the bathroom so you’re not peering at him from the doorway.

Bucky blows out a puff of air as he looks at your bed. The want he has to lay in it, and leave his scent all over the covers and pillows is strong, but he wields himself back from doing so. “That all you wanted to know?” You walk back in, makeup off, pajamas on, you’re finally comfortable from the nights events. “Yeah, doll. You heading to bed?” Bucky eyes you as you walk over near him, your scent hitting him at full throttle, he has to hold himself back from reaching out and pulling you into him.

“Yeah, just want to sleep it off. I’ll see you in the morning?” You then walk over to your bedroom door, and open it for Bucky. He takes that as a sign to give you some space, so he does, even though the alpha in him wants to stay and make sure you remain safe throughout the night- he’ll do it from down the hallway as usual. “Goodnight, Y/n.” Bucky says to you before he walks out. “Goodnight, Bucky. I’ll let you know if i need anything.” And with that, you shut the door and leave Bucky standing in the hallway of your big house.

You sigh and rub your hand over your face. His scent lingers even though you know he’s walked away now. All you want to do is bury your face into his chest, have his arms wrapped around your body, and feel the heat from his big body radiate onto you. God, the need- the want- you have to just run down the hall and into his room to pounce onto him, kiss him, hug him, love him, fuck him, it’s so strong- but you remain planted in your room.

You soon walk over and away from your door, to get into your bed. The thought of masturbating crosses your mind, but you’re honestly through with the days events. Your day has been pretty shit, and the date topped it all off, so you just want to crash.

Bucky, he locks himself into his room. He huffs out as he walks over to his bathroom. He needs to cleanse himself of your scent if he wants to get some shut eye. He can’t have just your scent around him, he needs you too. Maybe then, after he showers, he can find it in himself to fall asleep in his bed.

A few days later, Bucky awakes in the middle of the night. He’s not sure why until he hears you whimpering. He immediately gets up, scared that you’ve been hurt because the other guards outside didn’t do their job, or that the security alarms hadn’t gone off- every possible bad thought crosses his mind and the image of seeing you hurt…again, flashes through his mind. The alpha in him is telling him to get to you, and fast.

He scrambles to his door and then B-lines for your room, which of course, isn’t but a few doors down from his room. Once he arrives to your door, he hears the noise again. The door looks intact, nothing looks to be wrong, so he knocks. “Y/n? You okay?” His voice comes through the door, startling you as you cradle yourself into a ball on your hot bed.

Your heat is pretty much irregular. It may come one month, but then not come again until three months later. It’s fairly normal, but it frustrates you not knowing when it’ll hit. And now, it’s hit in the middle of the night without a lot of warning for the first time in months. The pains are absolutely absurd, and you feel like you’re going to explode. The heat all over your body has you sweating and the alpha that stands right outside of your locked door, banging and calling out your name, has your inner omega screaming for you to let him in, but you know you can’t. Not when you’re both unmated, it’s not a smart move. “Bucky, i’m- fuck...i’m fine.” You whine out as another sharp pain shoots through your lower abdomen and the heat within your core gets even worse. “I know you’re not, open the door. Or should i bust it down?” You want to say no....to tell him to not come in, because you know what could happen, but you just can’t find the voice to. You literally can’t find the voice to because of the fucking pain you’re in.

And as soon as Bucky opens the door a couple of moments later because of no reply from you, your scent floods his senses. It’s as if he is hit by a fucking bus going full speed, that’s how strong it hits him. “Bucky....” You whine as you clutch onto one of your pillows. Bucky sees how much pain you’re in, and he wants to help you. He knows that if he doesn’t leave, a potential rut might start, and he’s nearly positive that you don’t want him to help you through this. “It hurts...” You rasp out as you shift in your bed trying to get a little comfortable, but it’s not working. Fuck, he wants to help you. “I know, doll. What do you want me to do?” He asks you, just to see if you want him to stay in here with you, or if you want him to leave. “Your rut...it might start.” You fight off the urge to tell him to stay, it’s so unbearably hard and your inner omega is nearly winning you over as the thoughts of him and his body against yours flood in.

Bucky swallows thickly. Half of him was hoping you’d tell him to stay, to make you feel better, but the other half knew you wouldn’t. “Is that what you want? You want me to go?” He asks you as he backs up towards the door- your heat starting to make his mind a little hazy. He can already feel his cock straining against his sleep pants- it’ll only get worse from here if he doesn’t leave. You both know he needs to leave before things get worse, and he needs to leave now. You manage to give him a small nod, then Bucky is trailing back out of the door. His hand grasps the knob, and before he can shut the door, another loud whine comes from you. Damn it, he can’t let you suffer like that. He won’t.

Bucky abruptly slings open the door once again and steps back in- his alpha coming out now. “Omega, i can’t leave you alone, you’re hurting.” His voice is a tad bit deeper when he speaks this time, and it makes your body tense up...in a good way. The door is shut behind him and before either one of you can say another word, he’s on your bed, cradling you in his arms. The physical touch makes you let out a low, satisfied whine. “Tell me to leave again, and i will.” Bucky murmurs, not wanting you to tell him to go. He wants, needs, to help you through this. Even if it’s just this once, but he’ll go if you tell him just once more. “N-no....don’t go. Please?? Help me Bucky.” Your voice is weak as you nuzzle into his neck, scenting him. This is what you’ve always needed, what you’ve always fucking wanted.

His hands are strong on your body, but not overbearing. They keep you held to him, and that- you’re grateful for. “You want me to help you?” His breath grazes your ear and you shiver. “Please?” You whimper when his hand touches your inner thigh. Bucky has been wanting this for so long, and now that you’re finally wanting him to touch you, you’re wanting him to help you, it’s driving him crazy. “Tell me, omega....do you really want this?” “Yes, i do alpha. I’ve wanted you for so long, Bucky, please!” Your arms are around his neck now and you’re looking at him. You’re pleading, begging for him. “I’ll take good care of you, ‘mega. Dreamt of this.”

His lips are then on yours in a heated, rough kiss. His hands are grabbing any part of your body he can reach, and your slick is ruining your pajama shorts. Bucky can feel you soaking through them and he grunts. “Gotta take care of you, omega.” Another pain shoots through you and discomfort comes flooding back when he lays you down, briefly moving his hands so he can strip off his shirt.

Then, once his hands are placed back onto you, your shorts are ripped off of your body along with your shirt. You whimper as the cool air hits in between your thighs, and you close them; or at least try to. But Bucky is quick enough to stop you. “Don’t.” It’s a simple command and you obey it. You separate your legs again, fully this time, giving Bucky a full view of your glistening heat. You hear a low rumble come from his chest as he runs his hands up and down your calves and your thighs. “So beautiful, ‘mega.” You clench around nothing as his gaze worsens your arousal. “Bucky, alpha, please?” You grab his hands and place them on your waist. Bucky nearly lets out a snarl, but you, you let out a small whine.

You keen lightly in need and look up at him. His body towers over yours and you want to feel him against you. You want to breathe in his scent and be surrounded by Bucky. Only Bucky. You want him to fill you up, you need him.

“Promise i’ll make you feel good, as long as you’ll let me.” Bucky grunts out as he pulls his pants down, springing free his cock. You whimper at the sight of his thick length. It’s already dripping, and he’s rock hard. You can only hope you start an accidental rut and he’ll give you his knot like you so terribly need. “Alpha….please, wanna feel you.” You grab his wrists and bring them to your boobs. He gives them a good squeeze and then he slips one of his hands down to your heat. His finger drags itself up through your folds and up to your aching clit. You jolt at the sudden touch and he groans at the feeling of how much slick your heat has made you produce. “God, ‘mega.”

His voice is low as he watches you squirm while he rubs your clit. His other hand stays on your boob, pinching the nipple in between his fingers. You let out low moans of pleasure, finally beginning to feel a bit of that pain subsiding.

“Need you in me, alpha. Please?” You whimper and Bucky nearly goes feral. His cock twitches and when he takes in a breath of air- all he can smell. is. you.

It sends him over his edge and in one swift movement, he’s pushed inside of your cunt. “Fuck, so tight.” He seethes as he stills when you let out a loud whine. “Move, please alpha.” Your hands grab his but he’s quick to pin down your wrists above your head. He leans forward as he pushes further into you and you squeal- arching your back so that your bare chest hits his. “You gonna be a good little omega from now on?” He asks and you just want him to move, so you nod. “Answer me, use your words! Are you gonna stay home, stop going out on those dates, and let me take care of you, my pretty omega?” His nose nudges your hot cheek and you whimper when he gently nibbles at your jaw, “yes, Bucky. Been wanting that for so long. But please fuck me.” Your voice is needy and whiny as you speak, but Bucky loves it.

“You promise?” “Yes, alpha, i do!” You whine and Bucky believes you. “Good, no more dates.” Then he pulls all the way out, before he slams back into you. Your mouth drops open when he begins to keep up the steady pace. His hips repeatedly slam into yours, your legs are spread wide as you let him fuck you senseless. Your swollen clit nudges his pelvic bone with each thrust he gives you, and you feel overwhelmed- but in a good way, because the pain is going away and all you smell is Bucky. His scent is something nearly indescribable and it has your mind slightly hazy. Especially the way he looks on top of you as he deeply fucks into you.

“Alpha!” You moan, and Bucky gently nibbles down where his mark would go if he were to completely bare down onto your skin- not yet though. He wants to take his time, he wants to show you just how much you mean to him- even nearing his rut. “Mine. My ‘mega….only mine.” He grunts against your hot skin and you moan a “yes, only yours” in affirmation for him. His hips never falter or slow down, even when your pussy squeezes around him so tightly. All you can hear is skin slapping, praises, and your moans combined. Your slick that’s covering his cock can be heard too, and you’re so glad that no one else is within the house.

“Fuck…” Bucky grunts out, and his eyes close. He can feel his rut starting, and it’s coming on strong. “What about my knot, ‘mega? Would you take-.” “Yes, alpha, yes! Please, give me your knot.” You beg and Bucky chuckles as he nuzzles his face into your neck. He bites down again, a little harder this time but also in a different place. His lips trail kisses up your neck and your jaw until he reaches your ear. He nuzzles into your neck once more before he whispers in a gruff tone, “present to me like a good omega, then i’ll give you my knot.” He lightly tugs on your earlobe with his teeth then he pulls his cock out of your needy cunt.

You’re quick to obey- but with a whine of the loss of his cock- and you flip over, your ass in the air as you present to him. Bucky wastes no more time after he gives a hard smack to your ass in burying his cock back deep inside of you. You moan loudly and your face gets buried into your sheets and pillows that already distinctively smell of Bucky, now your moans are muffled. “Good little omega.” He growls out as he fucks into you, your body shifting up the bed a bit more every time he rams into you especially hard. Your hands are grasping your sheets as hard as they can and you’re nearly sure that your nails are going to leave holes at some point, but you don’t care. Your parents can throw their money towards new sheets for you.

“Only i get to make you cum, only i get to fuck you. I’m the only one who’s allowed to scent you, mark you, mate you.” His hips and thrusts accentuate his words as he speaks in a low growl, and all you can do is moan and whine from need- and from understanding. This is all you’ve been wanting. You’ve been wanting Bucky behind you, fucking your as hard as he can. You’ve been needing this. The coil in your tummy is starting to form fast with each delicious drag of his thick cock, and you know it’s going to be a good orgasm. It’s been a while since your heat has been, but it’s been nearly as long since you’ve had a good fuck. “Want my knot, ‘mega?” Bucky’s voice is a deep rumble as he speaks, his breath a bit ragged from how hard he’s thrusting.

“Yes! Please, alpha.” You beg, you whine. Your eyes are shut tight as the feeling of overwhelming pleasure is about to rip through you at any moment. Oh, and you can’t fucking wait to cum for Bucky.

Bucky feels his knot forming. He’s close, so close, and he knows that he won’t be able to hold back when he’s there. “Is my omega close? You need to cum, hmm?” He asks, and all you can do is whine. That’s not enough for Bucky and his inner alpha. His hand then runs up your spine and to the back of your neck, then he brings you up off of the bed a bit roughly. A couple of tears fall from your eyes from the pleasure and your body begins to tense as your orgasm approaches even closer. “Yes! Yes! So c-close!” You nearly scream and then you’re suddenly released back down onto the pile of sheets beneath you. “Good girl, ‘mega. Cum for me.” He growls, and you do as he says.

With one last thrust of his head into your g-spot, you cum around him. Your pussy clenches down onto his thick cock, and you hear him groan at the feeling. Your legs shake a bit and you’re nearly screaming into the sheets as you cum around him. It’s even better than Bucky imagined- how tightly you’re squeezing him. The pretty moans you’re letting out as you cum and your body tenses under him. God, he thinks you look so pretty like this but his mind- his alpha- can’t be bothered to tell you that at the moment. Not when he’s so close…..

Not long after, a few more thrusts does him in- and they’re right against your g-spot too. You feel his hot seed spill into you, and his hands form a tight-bruising grip onto your hips as his knot settles in. He’s quick afterwards to adjust the two of you into a more comfortable position- knowing that you’re too tired to even move a muscle-, so that you’re both laying down on your sides and he’s still inside of you- while you two wait for his knot to go down soon.

You can feel his breath on your warm skin as he nuzzles his face into your neck- breathing you in after. You’re both hot and sweaty- you more so than he is due to your heat- but the pain you were experiencing earlier is now gone, but you know it’ll be back within time, and it won’t take that long. “Bucky?” You ask with a small pant of breath. He hums. You gently grab ahold of his hands- vibranium and flesh- that are on your tummy, and you squeeze them. “Thanks, you didn’t have to do all this.” “I wanted to. You have no idea how long i’ve wanted you in my arms like this, y/n.” Bucky mumbles and then places a few slow kisses on your neck. You smile, “this just a one time thing for my heat, or?” You feel Bucky shuffle a bit behind you, and if he could’ve moved to look you directly in the face, he would have. “No, god no. I meant what i said. I want you to be mine. Wanna mate you when you’re ready, want to be the only one who loves you…cares for you.”

You heart beat speeds up, and of course Bucky hears it, but he doesn’t say anything. “Oh, i want the same Bucky. Want you all to myself.” You mumble before you bring his right hand up to your lips and give his hand a kiss. His heart flutters at how soft you are. You’re a dream and he’s lucky to have you. “I’m not ready for this pain to come back though.” You change the subject and he snuggles deeper into you. “I’ll be right here, ‘mega. Right here with you. I’ll keep you nice and full through your heat, keep you close to me.” Bucky replies and you feel butterflies erupt in your tummy. “Wouldn’t want anyone else to keep me full, alpha. Wouldn’t want any other alpha.”

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They wear masks. They’re smart, and perhaps a little impulsive, but they’re not completely reckless. The gas swirls ominously in each canister, a pretty purple shade that belies the true nature of the substance. Drones will fly over Manhattan, perfectly timed, and by the time The Avengers will figure out what has happened, it will be too late, the damage will have been done.

Eight in the evening is such a perfect time. People will be out and about, going on dates, meeting friends, having dinner, and children will be safe at home. Not that they will be in specific danger from the vapour - the group were thieves, not monsters - but it was better to be safe than sorry. The group had tested the substance on a room full of Alphas, Omegas, Betas, and children, and the test had gone off without a hitch. The gas had triggered heats in the Omegas and ruts in the Alphas, and the Betas hadn’t been affected at all, and had shepherded the children out of the room before the orgy had started.

It had mostly been consentual, but that was the nature of the sex pollen that the group had synthesised. It overrode just about every human instinct, and let the baser, animalistic ones take a hold… for a time at least. The group estimated it would last anywhere from two to three hours, but they only needed to rob every bank in Manhattan, and to hack the servers that lead to the offshore accounts.

The pollen was just the distraction so the group could get paid. The sex they would unleash was just a bonus.

Anticipation is like honey. Sweet… slow… golden in the light, and dark in the shade. It’s not for everyone, some people don’t like the sticky, sickliness of honey, and they’re too impatient to appreciate the gathering beauty of how slow anticipation can be. Not you though. You had always liked the build up, it’s where your trust lay. To be vulnerable was to be in danger, and you refused to let yourself be the Omega who fell into danger. It’s why you had invented your app, for the sole use of Omega’s looking for an Alpha; Not at First Sight. It took the danger away, or at least, that was your intention.

The idea was; single Omega’s would leave an item of their worn clothing in an air locked box, and Alpha’s who were looking for their partners would blindly pick the boxes until the scent of their Omega hit them. Then, based solely on that scent, they could start to build their relationship - but only through the app. First texting, then phone calls, and then - and only then - could they organise to meet face to face. Video calls were considered, but in an early test run, they hadn’t worked in the way that you had hoped. Too many Alpha’s demanding sex over the phone, and some Omega’s considering Alpha’s too “ugly” to mate with. You wanted this app to be about more than just sex and breeding, so you removed the option. It put the control in the Omega’s hands, and meant that Alpha’s had to learn to love their Omega for more than just the instinctive need to claim.

It wasn’t that you really believed all Alpha’s were brainless slaves to their ingrained needs, or that you thought Omega’s were too weak to do anything but give in immediately, but you had always wanted what your Beta parents had had. A relationship built on more than just lust. A respect, and friendship, and desire to see each other succeed outside of their love. 

And yes, you wanted to help keep Omega’s just a little bit safer. Too many of the population had to stay on suppressants just so they could live a semi-normal life, and they were too scared to come off in case Alpha’s appeared, drawn to them whether they wanted to be or not. You were meeting with an investor tomorrow, and you wanted Tony Stark to be impressed with the results of your final testing. You were pretty certain he would be, the Omega who was beta testing the app with an unknown Alpha had had great results. The Alpha was perfect, the most considerate and gentle Alpha they had ever known. His voice was deep, he was a Captain, and he had been beyond patient. Apparently this Alpha was everything the Omega had ever wanted and she couldn’t wait to finally meet him tonight.

The only thing was… well, you were the beta tester, and you were pretty certain that even though the results of your test were perfect - you really thought that you might fall in love with your Alpha - it was your app you were trying to sell. Would Tony see it as professional? Or a liability?

It was why you had hoped your friend from college would have done this testing for you, she would’ve been close enough that you could trust her, and far enough away from the process that no one could argue about the results. Unfortunately, Indigo - your best friend from college, and science genius and who loved that nickname you gave her as she hated her real name - had been unavailable.

Indigo was trying to create a synthetic vapour that workplaces could use to temporarily suppress all Alpha or Omega instincts, meaning that the workplace would no longer have any reason to discriminate against hiring Omegas. As an Omega herself - one who had been turned away by countless influential research institutions because she was an Omega - she wanted the same thing you did, just at a different angle. She wanted the world safe for all sides, and for relationships to build without the strain of their instinctive sides.

She’d sounded a little strained when you’d last spoken to her, and rushed you off the phone, something about a breakthrough in a compound or vapour. You’d been disappointed, but she was on to big things, and so, hopefully, were you.

The screen on your phone lights up, and butterflies swoop into your stomach, blowing away all thoughts of Indigo when you see his code flash up with a message;

Looking forward to our date tonight, Cupid. I’m wearing a blue shirt.

You grin at the nickname, and reply with a confirmation of your own excitement, and a description of the jacket you had on. The denim jacket didn’t really go with your dress, but it was distinctive with its patches, and you loved it. 

I’ll meet you at Times Square in an hour, Cupid. Be safe.

You try not to feel too giddy as you tap out your response with a smile; I can’t wait, Captain.

Anticipation, for your app, for your Alpha, was like honey. You loved the slow sweetness of how long it had taken to fall into your lap.

You wanted your app to be a success with the richest man in the world, you wanted it to go global, and you wanted it to help as many Alphas and Omegas as possible. You did have to admit to yourself though… you wanted it to work for you first.

Steve had faced armies before now. Faced evil robots, aliens, shady government agencies, and he had faced Natasha on a rampage after her crunchy peanut butter had been stolen (Clint had paid dearly for that), but he had never felt nerves like these before now. 

Growing up as an Alpha in the weak and sickly body he had, had been unprecedented, especially in the century he had been born in. An Alpha’s body was built for health and longevity, that’s what everyone said. An Alpha was supposed to be as physically perfect as possible so that they could provide for and protect the Omega they would one day mark, and breed children with. No one could understand how Steve Rogers was clearly an Alpha, with the body of a frail Beta.

His mother - an widowed Omega, already shunned by a good portion of the community - raised him and protected him as best she could, which was quite a lot, considering. Steve grew up to respect Omegas, his mother was a wonderful example of just how strong the ‘weaker’ of the species could be, she was not to be trifled with, and helped him stand up every time someone would try to push him down. Then there was Bucky, another Alpha, who showed Steve how kind an Alpha could be. Sure he was only young, barely a year older than Steve, but he looked after his younger sisters, learned to cook with his mother, and watched his father quietly dote on his family. These were the traits that Steve grew up with and wanted to emulate, even if his useless body wouldn’t let him protect in the way his instincts clearly wanted to.

“One of these days, son, I’ll be going to your mom’s door with your death certificate, rather than just driving you back with another set of fractured bones.” The doctor would grumble at him every time, but he couldn’t deny that - at the very least - Steve healed quickly thanks to the fact he was an Alpha.

Then, the war had come, his mother long since dead, and Bucky shipped off to fight without him. As much as they needed the fighters, the US Army still didn’t want Steve… until suddenly, it did.

Steve trained for the programme, and suddenly, he had the body that matched his nature, and everything made sense. None of that had made him nervous, fighting to rescue Bucky, destroying Red Skull, diving into the ocean, and waking up in a new century, none of that made him even slightly apprehensive.

Until you.

The test run for your app had been sent to him in an email, he was pretty sure that it had to have been some kind of admin error, but he checked it out regardless, and once he read the information, something just clicked inside of him. All his years in this new century, he’d finally come to the conclusion that he wanted that connection an Alpha could have with their mate. He saw the happiness between Tony and Pepper, between Sam and Sharon… Steve wanted that too. There had been so many fights, so many losses, the email couldn’t have come at a better time.

Steve signed up in secret, he didn’t want Tony to know that he had a vested interest in something he was looking to invest in, and he certainly didn’t want his friends to find out and bother him for details and updates on his potential mate every two seconds. This was personal, this was private, and he wanted this to work.

Your scent when it hit him when he opened the box almost brought him to his knees. He had tried five other boxes before yours had been brought in, and whilst all of those scents had been beautiful in their own way, they didn’t make this aggressive and powerful feeling of need go through him. Honey, and roses, that's what you smelled like. He wanted to drown himself in it, drown himself in you, taste that scent off sweat slicked skin, drive himself into you so hard that you wouldn’t know where he began and you ended, sink his teeth into the gland on your neck, and-

Steve gasped for breath in the clean room, and meekly nodded at the Beta when they came in a few minutes later, 

“Yeah… I think I’ve found my mate.”

That had been two months ago, and he knew everything there was to know about someone who he had never laid eyes on, including that you were the genius behind this amazing idea. You were Cupid to the masses, you were an innovator bringing two sides of a coin together, you were an artist creating love with technology… and Steve was just some dumb Alpha who hit people for a living.

He wanted to be worthy of you, he wanted to be the most perfect man alive, he wanted love and joy on your face all night… he didn’t like to admit it to himself, but the belittled and bullied skinny kid still lived inside of him, the Alpha too small to be taken seriously. He wanted his Cupid to love him, as he was pretty certain that he already loved you.

Steve smoothed his hands over the deep blue shirt, and picked up his leather jacket. He would be the perfect gentleman tonight, it was his last test. He would be the perfect Alpha for his Omega, and he wouldn’t lay a hand on you until you asked.

You pick up the pace a little as you head towards Times Square, cursing as you were running late, it was almost eight, you still had another four blocks before you got there, then you had to find him, and the streets were packed. You glared at a man as he firmly bumped into your shoulder, sending you spinning, but he barely looked up from his phone screen, so you hissed an insult at his back, and carried on. Another curse left your lips as you saw it had just gone past eight PM, you hurried your steps… and that’s when you saw it, and if the slowing down of the human traffic was anything to go by, so did everyone else.

It looked like smoke, but it was a pretty purple colour. It smelled vaguely of lilac, and it floated lazily through everyone… you couldn’t see where it came from, but it was everywhere…

The first cramp hit you so suddenly that you bent double. Fire blazed a trail up your spine, and you tugged at your jacket, trying to pull it off, but you were stopped when the man who had just bumped into you grabbed at your wrist and dragged you to him, 

“Omega…”

His eyes were brown, but there was an odd golden glow to them, you tried to pull your wrist from his grip, but he was too strong, and another wave of pain and heat took over. Your breath left you in a rush, sweat beaded your forehead, and you could feel it now, what the Alpha had grabbed you for.

Arousal coated the tops of your thighs, you were practically dripping, need coursed through you, turning everything red… there was a moment of fear. You could hear the distant and not so distant sounds of chaos. Screams, crashes, running feet and loud voices. Alphas bellowing for Omegas, Betas running, children screaming, and Omegas begging for relief and mercy…

And the stranger was dragging you away, his grip bruising and his voice rough.

“Pretty Omega, just gonna find a nice little corner, I can smell you, don’t worry, I’ll breed you, I’ll give you what you need…”

You don’t have a clue what’s happening, there’s a small part of you that thinks it has something to do with the purple smoke that’s still coursing idly through the streets, but another surge of pain that arouses you pushes through you and you almost fall to your knees, 

“Please, it hurts, please…”

“It’s okay, Omega, I’ll make the pain stop, here we go…”

You’ve stopped moving, the stranger has you pushed against a brick wall somewhere, the streets are chaos, you can see an Alpha chasing after an Omega, a Beta carrying children, and at least three couples already having sex on the street. One Omega wails as two Alphas corner her, but you can’t tell if it's with fear or need. And all the while, the Alpha that caught you is lifting your skirt, 

“I can smell you, god you’re so pretty,” his fingers dive between your legs, and you squirm, he’s not your Alpha, you’re not his Omega, you know he doesn’t want to do this anymore than you want him to do it, he’s as affected by the smoke as you are, 

“Don’t!” You swat at his hands, shaking your head as wave after wave of need hits you, “Please, you’re not-”

“Stay still, I’ll make the pain stop, it’ll be alright, it’ll be alright…”

“No, it won’t.” Tears roll down your face, “Let me go!”

He’s not listening, he’s tearing at your dress, his lips are at your neck, you can feel his arousal at your thigh-

And he falls at your feet, out cold, and you stare into blue eyes, framed by shaggy blonde hair. Pink lips surrounded by a darker beard say words you can’t hear, and you fall into his arms as yet another cramp takes you over. You should feel scared, another Alpha has just knocked out one that attacked you, the world is in chaos, and this stranger is taking you in his arms like he has a right to.

Except that he does.

“Cupid? It is you, right? I caught your scent, are you okay? We need to get off the street, come on.”

You must’ve nodded, because he’s lifting you to your feet, trying to get you to walk, but you can’t move, you can barely lift your head. Everything hurts, you’re too hot, your jacket falls to the floor - the beautiful, unique denim jacket that you picked up at a market, that you wore at every available opportunity, and you throw it to the floor like it means nothing.

“Please… Alpha…”

“Omega…” His jaw muscle jumps as he almost glares at you, you can see the tendons in his hand standing out in stark relief against the lightly tanned skin, “… you don’t know what you’re saying-”

Arousal drips faster as you hear the growl in his voice, his scent is bewitching, the sea, and salt, and something gentler like hazelnut…

“I know it hurts for you too!” You grab at him, pulling him against you, dropping your hand to between your bodies, rubbing gently over the bulge formed behind the fly of his jeans. He growls in your ear, and the brick wall meets your back in a rush. You don’t care that he’s frustrated, you can see that golden glow in his eyes too. He’s in pain, he wants you, and you want him.

“Please, Alpha, it hurts!”

“I know, darling,” he’s holding you, trying to comfort you, you can feel his heart pounding against your chest, “I can’t here, I can’t, it’s dangerous-”

Another wave hits you, and another growl rips from his throat. Through the red haze of your lust and agony, you see other Alpha’s inching towards you both. Your Captain spins, standing in front of you, protecting you from them,

“Back off, or I’ll break your necks. She’s mine!”

You grab him, and pull him back to you, “Yeah, I’m his! Now fuck off!” And then you pull his lips down to yours. You don’t care that the other Alpha’s are still there, eyes glowing with need. Your Alpha will protect you, and you’ll make you both feel better. Your hands go to his fly, a keen escapes your lips when you feel his hands going to your skirt, his beard tickles your neck as his lips trace over the skin,

“Be sure, pretty Cupid… I won’t stop if you say yes now, so be certain.”

You respond, as directly as you can, opening up his fly and pushing your hand inside, groaning into his mouth at how hot and big he feels, “Oh my god, Alpha…”

“My name is Steve.” He rips your skirt open, and pushes his finger underneath the elastic of your panties, circling your clit, “You’re wet, Cupid, are you still in pain?”

You were, but it was a good kind of agony now, you were going to get what your body needs, your Alpha - Steve - inside you, claiming you, taking you. His lips taste like the honey you love when you kiss him again, needing that closeness, that possession. He wasn’t just another Alpha trying to take a mate like all the ones you can hear in the background, he’s yours. This is a beginning, not just a footnote.

The denim over his hips slides over well muscled skin easily when you push them down, the lace covering you tears like tissue when he pulls at it - “I can’t wait to taste this sweet pussy all night, Cupid,” - goosebumps rise when his lips graze over the gland in your neck - “Like honey, darling, just like what’s between your legs, god you’re perfect,” - pain turns into something sweet when he pushes two fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing over your clit gently - “Can you give me one before I claim you? Can you come for your Alpha?”

Ecstasy overtakes you, like the stars overtake the sky, and you meet the eyes of all the lingering Alpha’s as Steve slowly pushes his cock into you until he’s filled you. He’s warm when he gathers you to him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and spinning so his back is against the brick, and he can stare at your audience, bouncing you leisurely on him,

“Fuck off.”

They scatter, and Steve stops holding back.

“Gonna give you my knot, Cupid. You’re mine now, you hear me? Mine!”

You’re going to be bruised in the morning, but you don’t care, not when he’s gripping onto you so tightly, not when he’s this protective, or when he’s hitting that spot just right. Your orgasm rushes at you, hitting you like a freight train, and your cries mix in with all the others as Steve’s teeth sink into your gland, and he fills you with his own release. 

He’s yours now, and you’re his. New York is in chaos, but you have him… it will all work out.

You wake up sore, but cocooned securely in your nest. You have vague half formed memories of Steve dragging you through the streets, growling at you that he needed you safe, that you needed to move, but the heat wouldn’t stop. The agony and desire swirled into one massive miasma of insanity, and Steve had had to fuck you three more times before you’d been coherent enough to give him directions back to your apartment, and then your nest.

It had been a no brainer to let him in there - he was your Alpha, and you were his Omega, this was right. This was perfect.

In the cold light of morning though, the effects of your heat gone as suddenly as they came, you worried though… and that worry fed through your new bond to your Alpha who came charging back into the nest, looking panicked, and all your worry went away at the sight of him.

You realise who he is now. Steve Rogers, once Captain America, now he’s just Steve, or sometimes Nomad, and he works with The Avengers. The group whose benefactor is who you’re trying to get to fund your app.

“Morning… Alpha. Steve… hi.” You stammer over your greeting awkwardly, but fall into his arms when he drops to his knees, taking you against his bare chest so you can rub against that sea salt and hazelnut scent of his. Calm eases through you - at his presence, at the knowledge you have your Alpha now and he’s a good Alpha - and that in turn eases him.

He’s so strong, his arms feel like steel cables around you, and you sigh into the embrace,

“What’s happening outside, Steve?”

“You’re not going out there, do you understand?”

You pull away, frowning up at him, “I didn’t demand to be in the clean up crew, Alpha, I asked what was happening. I know we’ve only really just met, but you don’t need to pull that bullshit with me. I’m not an idiot. I know how lucky I was last night that you found me.”

Steve kind of… softens… it’s amazing, and it’s not something you’ve really thought about before. Alpha’s are protectors, and so they’re deeply invested in the wellbeing of their Omega’s. Steve knew he had upset you through the bond - and probably just because he wasn’t a moron - so he immediately backed down, nuzzling against you to let you know he’s just worried.

It’s a heady feeling, having this man press his lips so gently to the place he bit you, to your bonding mark, and whisper he’s sorry,

“It’s… Tony and Sam called… It's terrifying out there right now, Cupid. The fallout from that smoke is immeasurable. There were forced matings, murders, there are missing families. Tony thinks it was some sort of pollen or synthetic agent used to trigger all of that.”

“Why?!” Your gut churns in horror. You knew it was bad, hell, you’d seen it was bad, had almost had a mating forced on you yourself… but in the haze of all the pleasures Steve had put you through, you’d forgotten about the terrors that were still happening around you. “Has it passed?”

“We think so, but until we know for sure-”

“I promise I’ll stay here, Steve.” You kissed him over his mark, your hand over his heart. You really weren’t stupid, “I am worried about you going out though.”

“I’m staying here for at least forty eight hours. We’re a newly bonded couple, we need this time for the bond to stick. Tony and Sam understand, and I’ll be there as soon as I can, and you can come and meet everyone.” Frown lines suddenly appear between his eyebrows, “I mean… well… I’d like you to move to the Tower. It’s safer, and I can get a bigger complex. Tony said you could deck it out however you’d like?”

You grin at the nervous way he almost demands that from you. Obviously, you do want to move in with him, and having a brand new shared space was perfect in your eyes.

“Do you think Tony will fund my app? Did he tell you?”

“Ask him yourself… later…” Steve pushes you back against the blankets, gently pulling the covers away from your body, “I want to make love to my Omega.”

Who were you to deny your Alpha.

They were successful in their mission. All that money, now in their hands, now the only worry they had was how best to spend it. They didn’t care about the people that had been hurt, as far as they were concerned all those Alpha’s and Omegas got what they really wanted, a chance to fuck like the animals they were.

Why shouldn’t they get paid for that kind of service?

They look at her - crying, snivelling, and threatening to kill all of them in alternating bouts - and get ready to end it all. They can be free, but only when the real mastermind was given over to the people looking for her.

The Avengers would love to get their hands on the genius that created the pollen that destroyed the world.

“Come on, Indigo, stop your bitching. We’re sending you back to New York, isn’t that what you wanted? You’re going home.”

They fly over the Tower, and drop her off. Literally. The evidence in the bag strapped to her back. It was only a few feet up, she’ll be fine, and they can fly off scot free.

You had always liked Bucky Barnes, even if you didn’t often show it. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to show it, of course, it’s just not the way you were with each other. The second you met him, it was all about the rivalry between you. Friendly rivalry of course, but a rivalry nonetheless.

You were raised by your dad in the middle of nowhere after your mom died, and he thought good father/daughter bonding included such wholesome activities as knife throwing, sharp shooting, and every type of self defence you could think of. As an adult, you appreciated your unorthodox childhood, especially as it eventually led to working with the Avengers. Especially as it had led you to meet Bucky “asshole” Barnes.

You would never admit it out loud, but he intrigued you. He’d come to the Tower after his rehabilitation in Wakanda, ready to start fighting that good fight, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way he moved, the quick way he could take down an opponent, it was poetry in motion, and-

“Hey, doll, you see something you like?”

You blinked at the man, felt your face get hot as every other member of the team turned to stare at you, some wearing knowing smirks - you knew Natasha would give you hell later - and you politely shrugged, trying not to cringe at how you’d been caught staring,

“Sorry, Sergeant Barnes, I was just-”

“Sizing me up?”

You raise your eyebrow at the implied challenge, “Well, your form is a little off. I can show you how to improve?” 

A titter from Nat, followed swiftly by Sam and then finally Steve brings an angry red shade to Bucky’s cheeks, and he narrows those pretty blue eyes at you, beckoning you to the mat with a crook of his metal finger,

“You think you could take me out, doll?”

You smirk at the lightly limping recruit as he walks away from Bucky and the training mat, and turn back to the former Winter Soldier, shrugging as you step onto the mat opposite him,

“Probably not, Mr Freeze, after all, I’m not a super soldier.”

“Mr Freeze?!”

“You call me Doll, I call you Mr Freeze.” 

“My name is Bucky.”

You grin, “Your name is stupid… but come on then. Show me what you can do.”

Bucky moved incredibly fast for someone of his size - and age. He was a great fighter, it was truly wonderful that he had been freed from HYDRA and was working for the good guys now. As The Winter Soldier he would’ve been formidable, but as Bucky Barnes?

“What the hell?”

The shock on his face makes you laugh. It took a minute, but your sparring ended with Bucky flipped, and you straddling his head waist, “You called it, Me Freeze. I was sizing you up… you didn’t measure up.”

A smirk grew on his face, his hands squeezed your hips lightly where they rested - hands you found you didn’t mind being on you, the contrast in temperature, one cool and smooth, the other warm and calloused -

“Okay, enough, Y/N, can you get off of Barnes and let some of the other people get a turn?”

It was like a spell had been broken, Natasha’s voice sent metaphorical ice water over both of you, Bucky growled and leapt to his feet, sending you thumping to the floor in an ungainly heap. Before you could snap at him, the man dragged you back up so you were standing face to face with him - a terrifying scowl on his face - and smacked you none too gently on the shoulder,

“You fight good.”

“Oh… you too.”

That was your first meeting with the former Winter Soldier, and all the rest pretty much followed this same pattern. During training, a mission, or just around the Tower, it didn’t matter, you were always competing with each other, always desperate to one up each other. 

Mostly it was harmless stuff, who could hit more targets, or who could eat a doughnut without licking their lips, but soon it changed. It was subtle and you weren’t even aware of it changing, but it did.

Bucky came into the kitchen one morning with some stunning individual on his arm, they both looked a little love drunk, grinning stupidly at each other, and you watched in silence as he kissed them soundly, telling them he had a great time and he would call them. Bucky didn’t notice you until after they had left - curled up on your spot in the window seat with an orange juice and a book - and red tinged his cheeks,

“Oh. Hi, Y/N. Good book?”

Something churned in your gut. Ugly, and nauseating, it sat there, angry and… you didn’t want to look too closely at it, so you nodded lightly,

“Yeah, it’s okay.” The ugly sickly thing twisted, “Good lay?” The nasty beast in your belly churned as Bucky’s nervous smile dropped, the second it took him to respond lasted a lifetime,

“Yeah. People in this day and age really know how to show a man a good time.” He smirked at you, and the twisty feeling turned to stone, “I’m sure you wouldn’t know about that though, what with your head in a book.”

“Oh I know my way around. I’m bringing a guy back tonight, actually. I hope that you’re actually exhausted after your little escapade, because this guy usually brings out my loud side.” You shrug, lithely getting down from your seat and stalking past Bucky, throwing one more parting shot over your shoulder, “Funny, I never heard a peep from you two, you’re probably not as good as you think.”

The ugly feeling - the emotions you refused to name - celebrated inside you, crowing to the rafters that you had shown him. That you had won this little battle between you. Because that’s all you had, wasn’t it? A friendly rivalry between co-workers. The missions never suffered, life in the Tower wasn’t unbearable for anyone else, but things changed between you and Bucky.

You couldn’t admit out loud that the person you really wanted in your bed was the person you were competing against. You refused to acknowledge that the ugly sickening feeling was jealousy. You just kept to yourself that you had always hoped your friendly banter would turn into something more, and that you were bitter that it hadn’t.

Your nails dig into your palms. Sweat beads along your hairline. Your bottom lip is tender from where you’ve been biting it, and your eyes hurt.

That date had gone horribly.

You had been seeing someone for about six months now. His name was Chad, he worked in banking, and he was nice. The angry twisty thing between you and Bucky had lowered down to a simmer. You wanted to be mad at him for not knowing how you felt, but you weren’t a complete asshole, you had never exactly told him, or even tried to show him… so you tried to move on. Chad had talked to you in a bar one night, had proved himself more than capable in the bedroom, and six months later you had thought you had a nice steady boyfriend who you could try some new stuff out with. You had thought you could trust him.

You were wrong.

You took careful steps towards the kitchen - the ride back on the subway hadn’t been kind - and grabbed a glass, filling it quickly with water and gulping it down. All those tears had made you a little dehydrated-

“Y/N? Why the fuck are you limping?”

You drop the glass in shock, curses spilling from your lips when it shatters at your feet, followed swiftly by a groan when you bend to pick it up and the pain you’d been trying to hide flares up again. Not as bad as when you had to sit for a long time, but painful nonetheless. 

Bucky comes into your view, a scowl on his face, and he swats your hands away from the broken glass shards,

“Vibranium hand, remember? Go and sit down, I’ll clean this up, and then you can tell me who I need to kill.”

“You don’t need to kill anyone.” You wanted to sound firm, but instead you just sound tired, “It’s fine, Bucky, no one hurt me, it’s just- I just-” heat crawls up your face, making you agitated, and that fucking twisty feeling rears up in your gut, angry and putrid, “I am fine! Just leave me alone!”

You storm out of the kitchen - as much as you can when you’re hurting in the way that you are, anyway - and slam the door to your room once you get in there. You’re fine as you head into the bathroom, and you’re fine as you run a bath as hot as you can make it, adding in your favourite bubbles and and a small bath bomb because you really feel like you deserve it, and you’re fine as you strip off your clothes.

The water feels like heaven… until you sit down, and the sting of the water and the sweetly scented additions hit your bottom, and then you’re not fine anymore. Tears fall, more tears than you thought you had left, and you let them. The sobs are loud, it’s almost a wail, they echo even over the ‘feel good pop’ playlist you had put on to try and help avoid this angry swath of emotions…

You and Chad had broken up. He hadn’t listened to you when you needed him to. He hadn’t cared. He wasn’t the man you thought he had been.

And, to top it all off, you now had to apologise to Bucky, and hope he would let the fact that you were limping and in pain, go.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you last night, Bucky. It was wrong of me.”

Bucky blinks at you as you stand in front of him. To be fair, he had just barely opened the door to his room, you were fully dressed, he was only in his boxers, your hand was outstretched, and it was five AM.

Maybe this hadn’t been the best time of day.

You hadn’t been able to sleep during the night. Firstly, Chad wouldn’t stop texting you:

Give me another chance babe

I’m sorry I messed it up

It wasn’t that bad was it? Because I know plenty of girls who liked what I did before we got together 

You want to ignore me? Mature

Oh fuck you, stuck up bitch

I should’ve fucked you harder. Got all that cunt attitude out of you.

Ironically, the last one sent the zing of adrenaline through you that you needed, and you called him to remind him of who you were;

“If you don’t leave me alone, I’ll come back to yours, okay? I’ll bring the biggest dildo that Natasha Romanoff owns - and trust me when I say she likes them big - and I’ll show how it feels to get fucked properly. Don’t worry though, Natasha and Steve will help me, they’re better with knots than me.”

Funnily enough, Chad had apologised properly, and then blocked your number… but then you had been left with feeling like an asshole for how you had been with Bucky, so, you had showered briefly, got into your favourite sweatpants and a t-shirt with “Billy and the Cloneasaurous” on it, and marched down to Bucky’s apartment - one floor below yours, a light tease you used to use on him back when things hadn’t got so stupid and complicated.

Your hand was still outstretched, and Bucky still blinked at you… and you couldn’t help letting your eyes stray to that ridiculous torso of his. You’d seen it plenty of times, of course, in training, during missions where you’d had to get changed quickly, in the Med Bay after he’d got hurt doing something idiotic… but this was different, somehow. You slowly dropped your hand, sighing and stepping away from the door,

“Okay, well, I’m sorry I woke you up-”

“Tell me what happened, and I’ll forgive you for being snippy.”

Your lips twist at his terms, and you roll your eyes, “How about; no? I don’t owe you explanations, just an apology, and I’ve given it. Don’t accept it then, see if I care.”

“You know, doll, I could just sic Nat on you. She would want to know you came home limping, looking like you’d been crying. She wouldn’t even be mad I woke her up at the crack of dawn to do it.”

You spin on your heel, groaning at him, “Why is that such an effective threat?! I just used something similar on Chad.” You add the last bit when Bucky’s eyebrows rise in question. After a pause, you roll your eyes to the ceiling, “Chad and I broke up last night. It… we didn’t end things on a good note. That’s all.” You really don’t want to have to tell Bucky the rest. You really don’t want to tell anyone the rest ever… but naturally Bucky doesn’t drop it,

“You broke up? But then why…” he looks you over again, his eyes roving over your exposed arms, the skin he can see at your neck and collarbone, “Did he hurt you?! I won’t need Nat, doll, I’ll kill him myself.”

The twisty thing in your gut suddenly stops at his words… and you turn to face him fully, “No he didn’t hurt me… like that. I mean… ugh, for fucks sake, can I come in? I don’t want this conversation in the hallway.”

Bucky slowly steps back, his glower morphing into something softer, and swings his left arm into the expanse of his dark room, “Sure. Excuse the mess though. I wasn’t expecting anyone at this stupid time of day.”

You enter his space, curiosity getting the better of you, and you look everywhere you could. Bucky had never invited you into his private space before - in fact he was pretty open about how closed he was. He liked having his very own private space, and everyone on the team could understand why. You frown when you look around though - you had no idea what he thought “mess” was if this too tidy wet dream was anything to go by-

“Y/N? Can you stop cataloguing my niknaks and tell me what’s going on?” Bucky grumbles as he walks past you, and you try not to feel unnecessarily disappointed when he pulls on grey sweatpants and a teal coloured Henley, “I know we’re not exactly best friends, but I hope you know you can trust me.”

“I do trust you.” You answer honestly, leaning gingerly against his desk, trying not to dislodge anything there - it looks like it was set up for a museum, it was that organised, “I just…”

“You want to sit down?”

It was a harmless question, a very nice question in point of fact, but you froze. You could feel the blood drain from your face, and you shake your head jerkily, “I- I uhhh… n-no, it’s fine. I like ummm… leaning against this desk.” You lean more heavily, as if to prove your point, and knock over an expensive looking gadget that you have no idea what it’s for, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Oh goddamn it… he did hurt you, didn’t he?” Bucky stands abruptly, moving you away from the desk, and holding your shoulders gently, but firmly enough that you can’t just turn away when he pins you with that pretty blue gaze, “Let me guess… he didn’t prep right?”

The twisty thing inside curdles… but you nod, putting your hands over your face in the shame you're trying desperately not to feel,

“If you tell anyone what I’m going to tell you next…” you scowl behind your palms, “I’ll-I’ll…I’ll set Nat on you!”

“Jesus, Doll, you don’t need to go to def-con five immediately like that.” There’s soft laughter in his voice, his fingers squeeze your shoulders briefly, “I’ll never tell anyone, okay? You can trust me.”

“I know.” You drop your hands, smiling to take the sting off your snappy attitude, and shrug lightly, “There’s not a lot else to tell, Bucky. I wanted to try anal, Chad said he was into the idea, we talked about it, but when it came down to it-”

“He just went to town?”

“Yeah… it really hurt, Bucky. I had to kind of… I had to yell at him, and throw him off. He enjoyed himself anyway.”

“I’m sorry you went through that, doll. It shouldn’t be like that.” Bucky’s voice was that deep growl, the one you heard on missions when he was gearing up for a fight. It used to make you excited, it meant a good fight was about to happen. On even better days it would make you the other kind of excited, it would add a spice to seeing him fight, to competing with him… now, it just made you feel safe. 

No matter what else, Bucky was a good guy who had your back, and didn’t judge you.

“Yeah, well… I just think guys say that they want that for the street cred. Not one guy I have ever been with has had the balls to do the prep, you know?” You’re talking too much, but Bucky is nodding along, so you can’t stop, “If you don’t want to eat ass then you probably shouldn’t be allowed to fuck it either, you know?”

A look passes over Buckys face, and then he smiles which shocks you into smiling back, “Oh you don’t have to tell me, doll, I’ve been fucking asses since before the war. I invented eating ass.”

“Oh shut up.” You roll your eyes, allowing a little smile at his brag to cross your lips, “Anyway… thank you, you know… for listening and… thanks, Bucky. I’ll go now.” You inch back towards the door, sudden loneliness rising up and successfully quashing the annoying twisty thing in your stomach. It was too early to be up, too late to go back to sleep, you were tired, you were wound up too tightly, you wanted to kill Chad, you wanted to watch Bucky kill Chad-

“You wanna hang out and watch a movie with me, doll? I was about to watch that new Predator film, I love that ugly asshole.”

The twisty thing simmers, bubbling slightly in a not unpleasant way, as you slowly turn back and nod, “Sounds great. I am hoping she kills the fuck out of that invisible bitch.”

“Bitch?!”

“Yeah! Predator is a pussy, go argue with the wall.”

Bucky didn’t bring up Chad again, and he didn’t say a word when you twisted away from him on the bed and lay on your front instead, yelling insults at the screen to mask the low grade pain you were still feeling. Considering how crappily the day before had ended, today had started out really well.

Maybe things could be better with Bucky.

A month later, and you were definitely friends with Bucky. The twisty thing inside of you grew angry and then happy every single day. You still wanted Bucky, and there were the days that you were certain he wanted you too. Sparring in the gym left your skin tingling with more than just sweat and scattered bruises, the touch of his fingers lingered for longer than before, you were certain of it. His eyes strayed over your form more frequently when you were training, and he stood a lot closer to you when you were hanging out, or on missions.

You told yourself that maybe there was hope when you hadn’t seen him with anyone else since the night you came back from your break up with Chad, that maybe he was waiting for you to be ready. Just the thought of it would send that twisty thing in your stomach bubbling in excitement, but then you would ruin it by thinking about the other option; that Bucky wasn’t waiting, he was just your friend, and if you bit the bullet and told him how you felt, he would be horrified, and have to tell you that he didn’t see you that way…

The twisty thing would turn to stone, and your tentative resolve to tell Bucky would die a terrible death, so you left it as it was. After all, being Bucky’s friend was no hardship, he was funnier than he seemed, and he was certainly kinder and more sensitive than you had ever given him credit for. It pleased you endlessly to know that he favoured Dreamworks animated films to Disney, and that he liked playing chess with the veterans in Central Park. He liked comics about a wealthy billionaire who dressed like a bat, and you very much enjoyed how he would tease Tony with what he had just read.

You sighed, watching Bucky as he came towards you in the hallway. He was beautiful, lovely, kind, protective, and he was your friend, that would be enough.

“Hey, doll, you got a minute?” Bucky stops you, his left hand on your arm, “I got this thing I want to talk to you about.”

“Oh! Sure, I was only heading to the library.” You follow Bucky towards his room, “You okay?”

“Yeah, you looked great during training yesterday, by the way, I forgot to say. I was thinking about that move you did all day.”

You’ve reached the door to his apartment, and you stare at the expanse of his back, broad and muscular in the white t-shirt he wore. It takes a second too long to respond, and you hurry past him into his room so he can’t see how flustered you are at his praise, “Oh, well, I had a good teacher.”

“I didn’t teach you that.”

“No, my dad did, moron.” You scoff, “Not everything is about you, Bucky.”

“Uh huh.”

He’s staring at you, his back at the door, and you start to feel… something. The twisty thing is curling and uncurling lazily, unsure on where it stands. Finally, Bucky smiles in that gentle way he was, and pushes his right hand into his hair, pulling the longer strands away from his face, and bringing your attention to his impressive bicep.

You don’t notice how he tracks your attention. You’re distracted, as he hoped you would be.

“So, doll, I was thinking-”

You grab the edge of his desk, dramatically gasping, “Oh my god, are you okay?!”

“Hahaha.” Bucky glares at you, the moment stretches into a second… two… three…

“Bucky? I’m sorry-”

“Oh screw it.”

You saw it coming. Your fathers training, plus your years with the Avengers, and specifically training with Bucky meant you could see him now when he moved that fast. You saw him cross his room to you, you saw the look in his eyes, and you knew that every assumption you had had about how he felt had been wrong. 

Bucky surged forwards, capturing your face between his palms, angling your face towards his, and crashed his lips on yours. The kiss turned from tentative - “Doll?” “Kiss me, Bucky!” - to desperate and needy within two seconds. His thigh pushed between yours, his palms roved over your body, down your back, back up to brush his thumbs over your nipples, and then down to your ass, squeezing and moulding and dragging you over his thigh desperately,

“I have been desperate to do that for forever, doll.” Bucky pulled away on a gasp, pushing you firmly against the wall. Your palms were underneath that white t-shirt, tracing those stupid ridiculous muscles of his, your lips tingling with the memory of how he kissed you,

“You never told me.”

“Yeah well, you never told me either, doll.” His vibranium palm came over your throat, his breath tickled your lips when you brought his face back to yours, “I think I should be mad about that. All that time wasted. I could give this beautiful body everything it ever wanted.”

You can’t help it. It’s been too long of your particular relationship with Bucky for you to just agree, so of course you say what you say next,

“Really? You think you could give me what I want?” You trail your nose along the column of his neck, inhaling that unique scent of his, enjoying how he trembled a little, how he seemed to grow impossibly bigger where you could feel him pressing against you, “I think you have a lot to prove, Bucky.”

“Oh I’ll prove it, all right.” A squeak escapes you when Bucky suddenly removes his thigh, and his free hand unsnaps the button on your jeans, and slowly lowers the zipper. He keeps eye contact, giving you plenty of time to tell him ‘no’… but you don’t. You just bite your lip as he smirks at you,

“Tell me now that I won’t find your pretty pussy wet when I push my fingers inside you. Open your legs a little wider, doll.” His eyes almost hypnotise you, such a pretty clear blue… you do as you’re told, almost panting with need when he trails his fingers over the small stretch of exposed skin above your waistline, “Good girl.”

You’re hot, fire coursing over your skin, burning and consuming, the twisty thing now like smoke, easing through your bloodstream in a warm rush as Bucky slowly pushes your jeans past your hips. The appreciative comment on your choice of underwear sends the twisty thing into overdrive… and then Bucky gently tugs that down too.

You’re half naked in front of the man you’ve been crushing on for over a year, the way his eyes drop to your exposed cunt almost set you on fire right there.

“I knew you’d be gorgeous, Jesus fucking Christ.” His fingers are a little cold when he gently touches your clit, you jump a little at the contact, smiling when he chuckles, and then you both groan when he delves further back.

You’re wetter than you’ve ever been and he’s barely touched you.

“Do you know what I want to do to you, doll?” His vibranium hand is still at your throat, your face tilted so he can look into your eyes as he does what he promised and pushes a finger inside you. Your eyes roll back a little at the feeling,

“Tell me…”

“I want to give you everything that prick couldn’t.” Bucky’s almost lazy with how he’s fingering you, it’s infuriating. First just his middle finger, then he adds another… then he takes the both out and rubs your clit almost idly… then he adds his fingers again… “God you’re so fucking pretty, you want to come for me?”

“Y-yeah…” you fall into the kiss he lays on you, tongue tangling with his as he brings you closer… closer…

“Beg me.”

“Make me!”

“That’s my girl.” 

The orgasm comes out of nowhere, Bucky goes from lazy to persistent in one second, and you’re coming all over his hand, that elusive g-spot that no one else had ever managed to hit before, Bucky found easily. The small part of your brain that was still coherent was mildly irritated that he had found it, and that he would undoubtedly be smug about how good he had just made you feel.

The rest of you though? You were boneless, useless on endorphins, the human equivalent of a fluffy pink cloud…

Bucky laughed softly in your ear when you went lax in his arms, and carried you to his bed. Your mouth watered shamelessly as he undressed in front of you, and you hummed as he removed the last of your clothing, moving you further up the mattress so your head was on his pillows.

It was an oddly unawkward moment. His vibranium arm under your back, his body pressed flush to yours, his lips trailing over your neck as his free hand caressed your breasts…

“That was… nice.” you didn’t want to spoil the moment… but your post orgasm high was fading, and you couldn’t stop the onslaught of questions in your head.

Where are you going now? What was this? Did he just want sex? More? Just a night? You hated being unsure, the twisty thing hated the uncertainty. You could handle any answer, as long as you knew what he wanted…

“You think nice is where it ends, Y/N?” Bucky raises his head to smirk at you, “I got a whole lot of plans for you.” He rolls his hips, his erection nudging at you, and a spike of need slams into you again, “You ready for more?”

You barely finish nodding before he’s pulling your left leg open at the knee, and - after looking at you to get your nod one last time - sinks into you in one swift move.

“Oh my god…” your head falls back against the pillow, “warn a girl, you bastard- wah!”

Bucky suddenly rolls to his back and you’re straddling him, muttering under his breath that he’ll pull out and give your mouth something better to do if you call him names one more time. You try not to be openly impressed as he swiftly moves up the bed so he is sitting up against the headboard, and you’re in his lap, successfully impaled on his cock, his hands on your hips keeping you there. You try to move, and he holds you down, lightly slapping your ass,

“No, no… wait, just… just keep me warm for a minute… I want to talk to you.”

“Now? Right now? You-” You’re interrupted when his thumb is pushed into your mouth, and you suck instinctively,

“Told ya I’d give your mouth something to do, didn’t I?” Bucky smirks, seemingly very pleased with himself and how easily he’s playing your body, “Now, I’m going to remove my thumb, okay? And then, I’m bringing it down to your clit. Then, you’re going to suck on my other thumb for a second, and I’m going to talk through something with you. Like adults. Okay?”

You narrow your eyes… but you do as you’re told. Bucky - true to his word - takes his shining wet thumb, and brings it to where you’re joined, slowly circling your clit as he brings his left thumb up to your mouth.

It’s a different feeling to his right hand, obviously. The vibranium is warmer than you expected it to be, but it’s smooth, and there’s no odd metalic taste there… it’s almost soothing. As soothing as it can be when Bucky is staring at your cunt again, his plump bottom lip between his teeth as he toys with you.

Your uncertainty is still there though… what are you to him? Just a conquest, just a friend with benefits…

“Okay, doll… here’s my idea.” Bucky raises his eyes to yours, you’re pleased to see his cheeks flushed pink, that his voice is a little rougher, especially when your pussy flutters… god, he’s good at that… “I want to play with your ass, would that be okay?”

His thumb pops out of your mouth when you pull back, “What?” A shock of fear courses through you, “You… why?”

“I told you, what you went through? It shouldn’t be like that. You deserve better, and I want to give it to you.” He brings himself up, his palm around the back of your neck so your foreheads touch. It’s more intimate than you would’ve expected, this contact with him. His breath mingles with yours, your bodies are still joined, your hips start to roll idly, and Bucky lets them, “I want to be your first, doll. Your real first. I want to make it so goddamn special for you.”

You’re rising and falling on him, slowly, oh so slowly… this scary intimate moment, you don’t want it to end. You want what he’s offering you, you know instinctively that he won’t fuck it all up like Chad and the others did…

“Is that all you want, Bucky? Just my ass? Because you can kiss my ass if you think I’ll let you take it, just because you’re an admittedly good fuck.”

It’s a moment of weakness, of vulnerability, of leaning into your old attitude to get your point across. You can admit to yourself you want everything with Bucky… but you’ll die before you admit it out loud to him first.

Bucky pins you back down on him, a firm line to those pretty lips, his fingers holding onto your chin so hard you’re vaguely worried about bruises…

“No. That’s not all I want, you mouthy jerk. I want you to be my girl. I’ll make love to you. I’ll fuck you. I eat you out until you pass out in my arms, and I’ll tease and pleasure your ass so good that I’ll sink in sweetly by the time you’re ready for me to fuck it.” Bucky’s voice drops lower, his adam's apple bobs in his throat as he swallows, “And aside from all of that… I’ll be a good boyfriend to you, Y/N. I’ll take care of you, I’ll look after you, I’ll watch shitty eighties movies with you, and I’ll hold you when you sleep. So… what do you say?”

Suddenly, the twisty thing wasn’t there anymore. There was just joy. Many quips and retorts - each funnier and cleverer than the last - rose up in your brain… but instead, you let yourself be as vulnerable as him, if only for this one time.

“Yeah… I think I want that too, Bucky. I’ll be a good girlfriend, I promise-!”

“Thank you!” Bucky laughs into the kiss he bestows on you, playful and happy, his hands under your ass, he starts raising you up and down like a carousel pony on him. The puppy like enthusiasm, versus the voracious way he was encouraging you to fuck him was a really nice juxtaposition… you felt like you would always have this wild set of emotions and experiences with him.

The first touch of his thumb to your back passage didn’t freak you out - after all, he had told you explicitly what he wanted to do with you, giving you ample time to stop him or tell him to slow down. He was firm, but not hard. Gentle but not teasing. His voice surrounded you, easing you, soothing you, and letting you get used to how he wanted to touch you.

You came on his cock suddenly, the feeling building sneakily inside you whilst Bucky had been touching you, and once again you found yourself boneless against his shoulder, panting like you’d run a few miles. Bucky spun again, so you were on your back once more, and after several more thrusts he came too, collapsing on you like a deadweight.

The man weighed two hundred pounds. You didn’t feel too guilty when you slapped at his shoulders, “Bucky! Get off, you fucking lump!” 

His grumble rumbled through you, and he pulled out suddenly, pinning your wrists above your head and kneeling over you. The devilish grin on his face sent yet another wave of lust through you… you’d somehow forgotten that this was a super soldier and of course one round wouldn’t be enough to stop him for long.

His cock - already hard again - nudged at your lips, his free hand already back between your legs, “Didn’t I tell you I’d give your mouth something to do if you called me names again, doll?”

“Yeah, but-”

“No buts. Shut up and clean me up, mouthy.” Bucky’s gently pried open your lower jaw, easing himself past your lips, before going back to playing idly with your clit as he fucked your face, “You’re going to be so much fun to be with, aren’t you, doll? You and this perfect mouth, perfect cunt, and absolutely gorgeous ass….” You close your eyes as you feel his index finger slide down from your pussy to your asshole, “Open up those pretty eyes, Y/N, I want to know if I’m actually making you feel good, doll.”

He was making you feel good. Even with your hands over your head, and Bucky playing with your body like he’d been doing it for years, the easy way he touched you like you were precious, you trusted him… 

Bucky thrust into your mouth a few times, pulling out on a groan and coming across your breasts. You groan at the stickiness, but wait patiently as Bucky heads to the bathroom, coming back with a damp cloth which he slowly cleans you up with. By the time he comes back from the shower, you’re almost asleep, a little hum escapes as he slides in next to you, all warm muscle and soft body hair…

It’s like you’ve been doing it for years, you nuzzle up against his chest, and his arms wrap around you, securing you to him. His heart beat is in your ear, his skin under your palms…

You don’t sleep, exactly, and neither does Bucky. It’s a moment of calm before the next storm, the next conversation, the next… whatever it is that you would do with him. It’s nice, just to be still, to know that you’re certain about what he wants, even if you’re not sure about the how.

“Doll?”

“Yeah?”

His lips press gently to the crown of your head, then he tilts your face up so he can look at you, an emotion in his eyes that you don’t quite want to identify yet…

“I just want you to know… I do want us, more than anything else. I think I wanted it for a long time, but, well… I also kind of liked not being tied down, you know what I mean? That’s why I never made a move. I just liked my freedom, especially after… well, you know. Then I saw what that fucker did to you and… well suddenly I didn’t give a crap anymore. I couldn’t bear to see you with anyone else, ever again.”

You shift on the mattress when you hear Chad’s name, trying not to scowl, and turn so you’re on your front and can meet his eyes properly. You note how beautiful he is all calm and relaxed in his rumpled bed, his longer hair in disarray, his lips plump from kissing, and - you’re oddly pleased to note - those muscular pecs of his still carried a couple of light scratches you gave him. You smile gently as you look him over… whilst you and he had never actually talked about it, you knew his history. It was understandable, but still…

“I get it. I might not have the same tragic backstory as you, but I get wanting to just kind of… not be so restricted? I guess?” You stammer around the words, you really didn’t want to say the wrong thing about something so sensitive, “My dad was okay as far as assassin training parental figures go, I guess, but I never even got to talk to a guy until I was seventeen. I suppose I didn’t want to rush into anything either when I finally had my freedom too.”

“See?” Bucky grinned, pulling you up to him and kissing you until you giggled, “I knew you’d get it, doll. I want this now though, okay? I need you to know… this is the real deal now. If you’re still not into it, you want your freedom? Tell me now and it’ll be cool. We had a great afternoon. But if you’re in, then I’m in too. Exclusive. Boyfriend and girlfriend. Old school.”

He’s so serious. Almost grumpy as he lays his heart out to you. It’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard, even the twisty thing is happy… but you’re still you, and you can’t just let an opening like that go to waste, can you?

“I like old school, Bucky… I like you don’t I? Hey-!”

“That’s it, I’m fucking that attitude right out of you, you brat.” Bucky growls playfully, manhandling you until you’re on your front, bringing your hips up to his face, and licking a firm stripe up from your clit to your asshole, “FRIDAY? Can you tell the gang that we’re both unavailable for the next few hours? My girl is a little busy right now.”

A year as Bucky’s girlfriend was the happiest you had ever been. Sure, there were the days that you nearly lost your mind when he was on a mission without you - Tony and Steve’s orders were to keep you separate on those occasions so as not to jeopardise lives - but they were always tempered with the feeling of relief you had when he came back to you. Sometimes bruised, sometimes bloody, and once with a terrifying gunshot wound to the leg, but he always came back.

That you had once come back from a mission with a concussion and broken arm wasn’t a worry at all, and you didn’t understand Bucky’s panic. You were a highly trained assassin and soldier after all. Injuries happen.

Then there were the occasional bad days. Bucky struggled with his self worth more than you had realised, and suffered with more nightmares than he had let on, but you worked through it. You wouldn’t let him close himself off for long, and as someone who also had night terrors - thanks to your dad instilling too much terror of attack into you at a young age - you wouldn’t let him sleep alone to deal with it, no matter if he yelled or tried to literally lock you out.

You knew how to pick locks. It didn’t make you feel great, but neither did Bucky yelling that he didn’t want you around anymore through his tears.

You loved him, and you knew he loved you. It didn’t matter if you hadn’t said it out loud to each other yet, it was there in how he couldn’t keep his hands off you, in how you cooked his favourite meals, in how you cuddled him to sleep, and how he was old school chivalrous and held open doors, and pulled out seats, and carried your shopping for you.

And it was in how he didn’t push for more in sex than you were willing to give.

What Chad had done had scared you more than you initially thought. Two months into your relationship with Bucky - and after a lot of prep and orgasms - Bucky and you had tried anal, and you freaked out. You hadn’t meant to, and you hated that you made Bucky feel so bad when he had done nothing wrong, but the feel of his cock at your entrance brought back visceral memories of that night with Chad and you had broken down in tears, crawling away from Bucky.

Therapy helped. You hated it, but you went, and slowly you felt more comfortable for Bucky to try again - your therapists idea to try anal play with him had worked wonders too. Knowing you had that kind of power over someone as powerful as Bucky actually helped you gain some control back, and soon you felt extremely safe when Bucky instigated any kind of anal play.

There was the night when he ate you out continuously for over two hours, or the night when he first put a plug in you, asking you to wear a garter belt, stockings, and heels he had picked out, and walking around for him. It was incredibly erotic to feel so exposed in front of him, and yet to not feel the touch of him anywhere on your body.

Tonight was your one year anniversary, and you wanted to try again. You wanted that final step with Bucky, to let him know you trusted him more than you had trusted anyone in your life. That you loved him.

“Are you sure, doll?” Bucky asked you gently, his arms careful around you as you slow danced in his apartment. The night had been perfect so far, dinner cooked by Bucky, desert baked by you, and Ella Fitzgerald playing in the background. There was a light rain pattering against the windows, and the flameless candles created a beautiful low light. Everything was perfect.

“I’m very sure, Bucky. Just… take it slow?”

Slow took on a new meaning when Bucky wanted to take his time on you, you’d learned this long ago. He could make undressing you into the an erotic experience you would never forget. Every inch of skin he would let you expose was more beautiful than the last. His kisses, his touches, they held you at the edge of nirvana over and over, sinking you into ecstasy so often you felt like you shone brighter than the stars.

You’re boneless when Bucky finally decides it’s the right time. His sheets are rumpled around you, you can taste him on your tongue, bitter and tart, like salt and grapefruit and musk. Your pussy throbs pleasantly, and your skin still tingles from the orgasm he pulled from you when you rode him. Now though… he looks down at your body, his fingers rubbing at your back passage, sliding his middle finger in so slowly…

You groan at the sensation, and move to lay on your front, but Bucky stops you, his hand on your stomach, “Wait… let me try it this way. You can look right at me the whole time, okay?”

The lube is cold, but Bucky is warm. He brings your legs to his shoulders, rubs his cock through the mix of arousal and lubricant, and presses himself to your asshole, “Ready?”

You nod, raising your fingers to tangle in his hair… and Bucky pushes in.

It’s not quite pain, it’s not quite ecstasy, but it’s certainly not scary. When Bucky had said that he would sink in sweetly, that he would bring you nothing but pleasure, he meant it. Your boyfriend was big, every time was a stretch, but he had put in the effort to make you ready. The burn of having him push gently into your ass was… nice. The stretch of his cock as he pulled out slightly was nicer. Soon, he was rocking into you at a steady pace, and it no longer felt just nice.

It felt incredible.

“Touch yourself, doll.”

His voice is ragged, rough, he looks like a god above you in the artificial firelight, muscles bulging with the way he was holding himself back from really fucking you. His hair brushed his cheekbones, his jawline, the strands fell into your face when he leant down, kissing you hungrily,

“You feel that, doll? How deep I am inside your pretty ass?”

You don’t answer the ridiculous question, you’re going to be feeling it for days, but you do stroke your free hand over his cheekbone, cupping his face and keeping his pretty blue eyes on you whilst you stroke yourself closer to orgasm,

“I always feel you in me, Bucky… you’re in my heart, and my soul.”

The confession, articulated desperately as he increased his thrusts, brings a change over Bucky. He smiles, like you’ve never seen before, and then his thrusts get deeper, harder, and you’re seeing stars as you come, crying his name to the ceiling as he finds his release next, and collapses on the bed next to you.

You’re sweaty, you’re filthy, and the room smells like sex and lube… but this is the happiest you’ve ever felt. Bucky turns his face to yours, a smug grin on his face, pulling you to him so your foreheads touch,

“Only you, doll… only you would say the most poetic shit when you’re getting fucked in the ass properly for the first time.”

“Yeah well, your technique clearly inspired some poetry, what can I say?” Bucky raised himself to his elbows, brushing his nose against yours, 

“You can tell me the rest. Tell me you feel the same way I do.”

Your instinct - like it always is - is to tease. To torment him just a little, because that’s what rivals, to friends, to lovers do. Tease and torment and irritate. You can’t do it though, not this time. Instead, you give the inch, and hope he takes the mile,

“I love you, James Buchanan Barnes. Always have, always will.” He smiles, all teeth and joy,

Now Bucky was stuck between wanting to rid himself of the near-constant hardness in his pants, and his own lack of fondness for one night stands. He’d never been a fan, not really, but that had been back in his time. Things seemed even more foriegn and cold nowadays, and despite the many interested omega scents he can pick up from those around him, Bucky’s not entirely sure he even knows how to take a gal home anymore.

He’s so lost in his thoughts, frowning to himself and his whiskey, that he nearly jumps a mile when a hand lands gently on his arm.

Bucky whips his head to the side, aware all of a sudden of a familiar warm, sweet scent to his right, though in his surprise it takes him a moment to fully focus and recognise you. Embarrassment at his lack of cool threatens to pink his cheeks, but he pushes it down in favour of letting his body relax once more.

“Bucky? I thought that was you,” you smile kindly, and let your hand drop from his arm now that you have his attention, and Bucky gladly focuses on you fully, if not to get his mind off of everything else for a few minutes.

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” he hears himself ask, happy that you move to take up the previously empty spot next to him at the bar.

Your smile brightens, and your scent is coloured with amusement briefly as you cock your head at him in between hailing down the busy barman. Bucky waits for you to seemingly give up before intervening, his much larger presence bringing the staff towards the two of you at the far end of the bar in a matter of seconds. You throw him a thankful look, and once you’ve ordered, Bucky does too, waving you off as he passes his cash over the counter to cover the both of you.

“I live in New York too, remember?” you reply at last to his question, and Bucky cringes internally, because, yes, now that he’s not shocked by your appearance here, he does in fact remember. You don’t seem to be interested in teasing him much over it, even after he mumbles an apology in his glass.

A strangely comfortable silence falls between you for a moment as you accept your drink from the returning bartender, smiling and thanking him kindly.

Bucky had first met you in Louisiana, at Sarah Wilson’s home. You’d grown up in Delacroix, had been lifelong friends with both the Wilson siblings, and though you now lived and worked in New York, you seemed to take every opportunity you could to return south. Bucky completely understood. He did too.

The Wilson’s had become family to him, and both Sam and Sarah had shuffled around, making space for him in their family, creating tight bonds that would never quite replace those of his own family, but had become something special and unique all of their own. Bucky was protective of them, slipping easily into the role of alpha, especially if Sam couldn’t be around. It had made him wary of folks he didn’t know when they came around Sarah and the boys, but right from the first time he’d met you, he knew you were to be trusted.

In a way you seemed to mirror his own place as an adopted member of the Wilson clan, and maybe that’s why out of the many friends and neighbours he’d been introduced to the past few years, you were the only one who he’d really paid attention to.

That wasn’t to say you’d become close, Bucky still kept himself to himself for the most part, but you’d somehow become a constant for him whenever he returned to Louisiana, so much so that if you couldn’t make it for whatever reason, things felt off.

But he’d only ever seen you in Louisiana.

Despite the both of you living in the same city, Bucky had never really given much thought to you actually being around, somewhere out there.

“So… what are you doing here?” you ask playfully once you’ve taken a good sip of your cocktail and turned to face him again. Bucky tries not to let his eyes drop to where he’s desperate to give you a proper once-over. You were wearing ripped jeans and a silky black lace top that framed your cleavage all too well.

“I, uh…” he blinks his gaze away from you, swallowing thickly and shaking his head. He’d thought he’d hidden his mood fairly well, but either he must have tripped up, or you know him far better than he’d realised, because your hand is back on his arm a second later, your expression now painted with worry.

“Are you alright? You seem…” you trail off, not needing to finish. Bucky shoots you an apologetic glance and downs the rest of his drink quickly. When you take your hand back a moment later, he has to forcibly stop himself from frowning.

“Yeah. Sorry, I’m…” he hesitates for a second longer, and really, he’s not quite sure when he became this comfortable with you.

So, Bucky tells you.

He tells you of his week long struggle, how he’d thought he’d been infected with something on his last mission only for his doctor to turn around and explain to him the truth, what he needed to do, and why that had led him to being here tonight, holding up the end of the bar in a club he was completely out of place in.

He’s glad your concern doesn’t turn into full on pity or worry, he knows deep down that really wouldn’t have helped anything. Instead you listen carefully, your demeanour gradually shifting to one of wry understanding, and when he’s done, you mimic him by downing the remainder of your drink with a solemn nod.

“I know it’s not exactly the same, but I do understand,” you tell him with a slight wince. Bucky tips his chin at you in a silent question, and you roll your eyes a little, moving in a little closer.

“My ex and I broke up three years ago and I haven’t exactly been playing the field since… it gets to you,” you say with a playful nudge to his arm and a soft chuckle.

Bucky nods once, but finds himself looking away from you with a grimace at the thought of you feeling… lonely, in that way.

“It’s so disruptive. I’ll be fine one day, and the next it’s like suddenly all I can think about is–” you cut yourself off and shake your head, another amused smile pulling at your lips.

Bucky hails the bartender and gestures for another round, but acknowledges you with a deep grunt.

“I’m one-hundred and nine years old. I should be able to go for more than three minutes without thinking about sex,” he snarls into his new drink when it arrives, before quickly finishing this one too. He’d turned away from you subconsciously now to face the bar, though predictably his focus remains trained on the space beside him.

You shift on your feet, tipping back your head and letting out a small chortle.

“We’ve been talking for at least three minutes and you seem to have managed it just fine,” you say playfully, shrugging your shoulders.

Bucky snorts.

“I absolutely haven’t,” he replies immediately and without much thought. It’s only when your scent colours with surprise that he realises exactly what he’s told you.

Bucky feels his mouth go dry as he straightens, turning back to face you once again, his mind beginning to race with early alarms of panic.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” the words stumble from his lips, his frown back in full force now as he stresses over the disrespect he’s worried you may have felt.

You blink at him, and the surprise seems to wipe from both your face and your aura. You shake your head at him, at his apology, and take another sip of your drink. Bucky watches you keenly for several moments, his shoulders squaring again when you carefully adjust to face him even more.

“It’s okay, Bucky, really,” you say, your tone indecipherable, but you seem unable to hold his eye contact now.

“Besides, you know me, I’m familiar. It’s only natural,” you continue after a beat, meeting his gaze for a few seconds before letting it swing back around at anything but him.

Bucky swallows thickly.

Despite your assurances, he can’t help but berate himself.

He watches as you take another sip of your drink, but this time as you replace it back on the bar, your demeanour shifts to something he can’t quite pick out.

“I mean hell, if we both need to get laid, why not someone you already know?” you say slowly, carefully, voice full of feigned casual-ness, and at last you lift your eyes to meet his again.

Bucky blinks as he processes your words, not bothering to push down his own surprise at your apparent suggestion.

“I– I’m not sure that’s a good idea–” he begins, even as his gaze briefly drops to the exposed skin of your neck and up again, but you cut him off.

“Buck, were you really going to take a stranger home tonight?” you ask bluntly, a little more confident and a little too knowing. It’s not really a question, either.

You both already know the answer.

“Besides,” You lean in a little closer to him then, close enough that he can clearly smell your perfume on your neck, and when he can’t help but look down at you, his eyes drop even lower for just a second.

“You’d be doing me a favour, really.”

—

Bucky pushes open his apartment door, holding it for you as you step past him and into the dimly lit entryway.

You seemed quiet now, though not anxious. The tension had only grown on the trip back to his place from the club, and Bucky isn’t so sure he knows what to do with it anymore.

He helps you with your coat, and you both shuffle about for a moment kicking your shoes off before Bucky turns away from you briefly to lock his door, and tries to use the spare seconds to figure out how to break the silence.

When he turns to face you again, he finds you staring, the feeling in his chest only growing when he takes in the desire painted clearly across your scent.

Even so, he remains still when you step towards him, your hands reaching out to skim over his forearms, up and to his shoulders, making flesh and vibranium alike tingle at the sensation.

He can’t remember the last time he’d been touched like this. Touched solely for the tenderness of it, for the pleasure or if. Your fingertips move appreciatively over his shoulders and up behind his neck as you step even closer, and Bucky breaks his stillness to let his own hands come to rest at your waist, an invitation for you to come into his space fully, helped along by the barest hint of a tug.

He’s glad you’d made the first move, if only because it gives him the certainty to take the lead properly, like his brain had been begging him to do since you’d sidled up to him at the bar.

Bucky leans down to brush his nose against yours, relishing in the way your eyes flutter shut at the contact, relieved to see he’s not the only one affected by the need for intimacy. He surprises himself when he slips his hand higher up your back, pressing you against him further, but is rewarded when you shift your chin upwards ever so slightly, a silent demand to hurry up, or a subconscious request. Either way, he certainly doesn’t have the self-control to make you wait any longer.

Bucky dips his lips to yours without hesitation, and feels his whole body light up immediately. If he’d thought he could read you before, now he felt like he could tell exactly what you were thinking, your bodies simultaneously falling into step with one another as your kiss becomes more heated.

You can’t help but moan against his mouth when his hands start gripping and pulling at your clothes, and you do your best to keep up, even when you begin to stumble back together further into his apartment.

Your back finds a mattress just as your jeans are tugged from your legs, and for a moment as you’re parted you watch as Bucky shrugs quickly out of his shirt and deftly pulls apart his belt, his own pants shoved away and discarded beyond the edge of the bed.

Wordlessly you move in tandem further up the bed as Bucky follows you down to the plush surface, his body somehow feeling even better now that his weight was on top of you. You hadn’t exactly gone into detail earlier when you’d told Bucky that you sympathised with his problem, but the truth is, you think you understand a little too well.

You’d always been an omega who craved physicality, but these last few years had been rough on you, knowing what it was like to fall into place with an alpha, and then suddenly no longer have that… well, like you’d said; it gets to you.

You’d dabbled with seeing others here and there but nothing really clicked like it was supposed to, like it was right now as Bucky gently knees your legs apart and settles between them. Your brain turns to mush. Mushier than it already was, and you don’t even try to stop yourself from gripping onto him tighter, or from letting your thigh wrap around his.

He grunts a little, but drops himself fully to meet you chest to chest, held up only by his forearms now caged around your head and you feel consumed by him already. He kisses you again, and reaches down to wrap his arm around your leg, hoisting it even higher so that it curls fully around his hip, holding it there as he begins to grind against you.

You’re panting even before he enters you, slowly, but all at once in a way that makes your back arch off the bed and your hips twist up to try and meet him even closer. You find yourself enamoured with the way his face drops into the crook of your neck, and he flexes his hips ever so slightly, driving himself deeper. You can feel for yourself how tight you are, how much he was stretching you open around him, and you appreciate the way he doesn’t feel the need to pause everything to check on you. It was always nice when an alpha did, of course, but the primal part of your brain relishes in the fact Bucky seems satisfied that you’ll take him regardless.

His first proper thrust levels you completely, and you find yourself scrambling to grab hold of him as your brain seems to boot up again right as he gives you another, and another until he’s setting a relentless pace. You’d always had an inkling Bucky was a fairly old-fashioned, take-control kind of alpha, and you’re vindicated in the best way possible when he swoops up your free thigh to bring it equal with your other, digging his own knees more intently into the mattress, before proceeding to fuck you even deeper.

Bucky seemed to be in his own little world right now, and you honestly don’t blame him after his eighty year dry spell. He was still fucking you within an inch of your life, and you’re fully prepared to take care of yourself in the meantime. Blindly you reach a shaking hand between you to begin rubbing quick circles over your clit, already feeling yourself start to pull closer to the edge when you feel the man above you growl deeply in his chest.

Without ever stopping driving into you, he shifts his weight to his right hand, dragging his left away from your thigh to shove aside the hand you have between you, replacing your fingers and your movements with his own. In your surprise you find yourself gripping his wrist as his fingers deftly begin to work you over frantically, somehow matching perfectly your own pace and pressure until he has you keening.

You can’t help but gasp breathlessly when the coil building in you begins to tighten, your nails biting into the skin of his wrist as you grip him even firmer than before.

“Fuck– f-fuck,” your voice tumbles weakly out of you as your eyes screw shut, but you still feel when Bucky drops his face back down to yours, nose nudging at your own like he’d done earlier and somehow you know that just like he was earlier, he was watching you now, too.

“Come on, come on ‘mega,” his voice is raw and rough, his breath hot on your cheek, words drawing out a whine from you.

God, when was the last time an alpha had called you ‘omega’ while fucking you? It’s inherently territorial and possessive in a way that you’re unprepared for, and the second he utters it again, throaty and gruff, you’re gone, head tipping back, fingers grasping desperately at his skin while he fucks you through, captures your lips again and swallows your sounds.

Your body shakes and quivers beneath him, but his weight stops you moving too much, at least until he’s suddenly pulling away from you. You’ve barely let out a gasp of disapproval before he’s got you face-down, ass-up in the pillows, the warmth of his body hardly leaving yours as he drapes himself over your back, fucking back into you quickly in this new position.

Vaguely you feel a flash of your previous vindication, but it fades pretty fast when he starts moving again. One of his hands lays flat against your back, slipping along your skin until it’s splayed between your shoulder blades, pressing you down, making you practically drool. His other grips lightly at your hip, and daring to disrupt his rhythm, you blindly reach back for him, feeling the way his hips stutter and his pressure on you lifts as you grab at his hand. You don’t have much range of movement, but you tug on his wrist before motioning to the back of your neck.

You can almost picture Bucky’s expression as he realises what you want, but the image is wiped from your mind when the pressure between your shoulders returns a little harder now, and a second hand wraps itself around the back of your neck. You shudder subconsciously at the feeling, biting into your lower lip as he picks up his tempo once more.

This time when you reach out to rub your clit, he doesn’t stop you. You can tell that he’s close now, but you tumble over the edge before him, triggering his own release. You think your eyes roll back when he begins gently squeezing the back of your neck as he gives you several final deep thrusts, and at last you feel both your bodies sag in relief.

Exhaustion fills your limbs with lead, and expands your chest with a deeply satiated feeling that you haven’t had in a long, long time. Distantly, you feel Bucky pull back from you, and you wait as he slips away for a wash cloth.

You wonder if he realises that he’s humming low and comfortingly as he wipes a warm cloth over your skin, cleaning you up diligently. He does it again when your knee gives as he helps you up so he can pull back his covers. His hand tightens around your arm, but he guides you under the sheets wordlessly, following behind you closely.

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Thor couldn't bear the thought of you being kept away from Loki, he tried to talk with his father about another way to punish Loki for his actions but Odin wouldn't listen. Then he went to his mother and she could make up a deal, Loki couldn't fully escape his punishment but you were allowed to go into his cell anytime you please which you were more than grateful for.

Since that you had been visiting him every day for several hours, sometimes even the whole day.

You were in your chambers the day the dark elves attacked and wanted to go to Loki but your chamber doors wouldn't open and you saw green mist of magic around the handles.

Frigga. She had used her magic to keep you locked in your room for safety. It could only be her since Loki can't use his outside of his cell.

You huffed, deciding to sit down before the door and wait patiently.

You could hear the loud shouting from the guards and the explosions from behind the doors. You held your hands over your ears and just wished to be in Loki's arms.

One time you heard thunder rumbling in the sky and stood up, trying to open the door again and it worked.

You wanted to go to the dungeons but got stopped by Thor who was still in his armor and had a sad look on his face.

"We have to talk..." he said and took your hand.

Frigga's death was devastating for you to hear and you knew it must be very hard for Loki. After her funeral, you spend some time in your chambers, drawing pictures to cheer up your Daddy.

You noticed the silence in the palace and saw all the damage the dark elves had done. Finally arriving in the dungeons you saw how miserable Loki was.

His whole cell was a mess and you noticed that he had injured his foot, which probably happened during an angry outburst of finding out about his mother's death.

You walked inside the cell with the drawings and your stuffie clutched to your chest.

"Hi Daddy" you said quietly. "I made you-"

You stopped talking when he stood up from the ground.

"You can't leave me alone for a day, can you?" he asked while walking over to you slowly, making your heart hammer in your chest. "Do you have to be so fucking clingy!"

"I..." you didn't know what to say, you have never seen Loki acting like this, at least not when you were present.

"I don't want to hear anything! I just want you to. Leave. Me. Alone!" he shouted and you run out of the dungeons with tears streaming down your face.

Loki felt instant regret when you were gone and unclenched his fists, looking down at the ground he saw one of the drawings and picked it up.

"I'm a bad caregiver..." he sighed and slid down the wall of his cell, admiring the picture and smiling a little.

You were running to your chambers crying when you suddenly bumped into someone. You were about to ramble down apologies but looking up you saw it was Thor.

"Woah, what-" he couldn't even finish before you hugged him, sobbing against his chest. He picked you up and carried you to his chambers, sitting down on his bed with you in his arms.

He first calmed you down and got you to tell him what made you so upset, petting your head gently.

"He doesn't mean what he said, tiny one. He's grieving just like me. He loved mother, even if he won't admit it, I know he really did. Just like he loves you and he would never do or say something to hurt you on purpose" Thor explained to you but you said nothing, twirling a strain of his hair between your fingers. "I suggest we cuddle for some time. Then, go and try to talk with him again. I will come with you this time"

You nod and snuggled more into him, letting him wrap one of your daddy's capes around your body. Thor knows that Loki's scent comforts you very much.

Later that day you both made your way to the dungeons. Standing before Loki's cell again you shuffled behind Thor and took hold of his hand.

When Loki noticed you both he instantly stood up, despite his foot burning like hell. He wanted to see your face but frowned slightly when you kept hiding behind his brother's back.

"Someone wanted to visit you" Thor said and moved to the side but still held your hand tightly.

Loki's lips parted a little when he saw you were sucking on your paci furiously. He wanted to slap himself. You using your pacifier meant he had, because of his yelling, pushed you further into littlespace.

"I'm deeply sorry, love..." he looked down, not being able to look you in the eyes for how bad he felt. "I never meant to say those things...or yell at you. You are not clingy and I definitely don't want you to leave me in any way. I hope you can forgive me for my stupidity"

Loki had his eyes closed and he sighed in relief when he felt arms wrapping around him. Opening his eyes again he smiled and placed his chin on top of your head.

"I forgive you" you whispered around your paci, hugging him tighter. "I wove you, Daddy"

"I love you too, little one" he pressed his forehead against yours. "So much" and sat down with you, looking over your head to his brother he mouthed a 'thank you' and Thor nodded, leaving the dungeons.

Loki swore to himself that he will never yell at you or take his anger out on you ever again.

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The Underground Lounge

It was the most high-profile club in all of New York City. A place for criminals, the filthy rich, politicians and like-minded people to converge in secrecy for whatever they desire with no repercussions, whether that be alcohol, drugs, women, sex or just a fun time. Everything and anything went down here.

The club was nestled deep below The Blend nightclub, which acted as a cover for the underworld of crime below.

They were both owned by James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky amongst friends and loved ones. The most feared man in all of the city and the mob boss of the biggest and baddest mafia in town. He was also your husband. Your dangerous, vicious and sexy husband.

You and Bucky would usually be at the club on the weekends for some party and fun, which you were right now.

The VIP area that was only reserved for Bucky and company was slightly elevated over the rest of the club—giving Bucky the best view to look over his domain. It also showed the guests that they were nothing compared to the boss sitting on the high throne. The VIP area had an abundance of seating places—fitting several people. All compacted in a sizeable curved couch with a low circular table in the middle to put drinks on or other substances, for that matter. There was also enough space for Bucky’s security to keep a lookout over the club and its activities.

Today it was only you and Bucky attending. No friends, no other company, except for your security detail.

With a good percentage of alcohol in your system, you and he were all over each other—lips sloppily crashing into one another as you moaned and groaned into each other's mouths and hands roamed both your bodies.

You'd unbuttoned a few buttons of his white long-sleeved shirt—wanting to feel his collarbone and chest underneath your fingertips as you made out. His dark blue velvet dress jacket was tossed to the side long ago. Your other hand rested delicately on top of his covered bulge—palming him ever so often.

Bucky’s hand kept a tight grip on your naked upper thigh; the short little dress you wore barely covered anything, giving him easy access to your skin. His other held your throat gently in his grasp, making it impossible to move away from him not that you wanted to.

Ever so slightly, he inches his way higher up your thigh, hicking your dress up with his moves, as he caressed your delicate skin with his rough hands, making you moan and whimper into his mouth. His end goal was to get into your panties—wanting to force his fingers knuckle-deep into you and have you make a mess all over them.

It wasn't unusual for him and you to get a little naughty together in the club. On multiple occasions, you'd have his fingers deep inside your pussy or straddle his lap to grind yourself on his clothed cock. And occasionally giving him a handjob here and there.

You'd think he would be against having you so exposed to everyone’s prying eyes since he was always so protective and possessive over you in day-to-day life. But on the contrary, he loved showing you off here. It gave him the power to assert his dominance over you and make everyone know that you're his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property and his most prized possession.

This was his club—his rules—his everything. Everyone knew not to mess with the mob boss's precious wife. Not unless they had a death wish.

Your body tingled in anticipation of having his digits buried deep inside you. You were so ready for it. So needy for it, but… God, did you really have to pee now, urgently.

“Bucky.”

His name came out in a moan rather than a plea for him to stop with his touches, making him think you wanted more. He swiped your damp panties with his thumb while his lips assaulted your neck with licks, kisses and bites, making you whine even more.

“Bucky!”

You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him lightly off you, making him stop with his kisses and retract his hand from under your dress.

“What!”

An annoyed tone was laced in his voice, but that quickly turned into concern as he thought something was wrong.

“What is it, baby?”

His thumb caressed your cheek lovingly as he tried to search your face for any discomfort. There was none, so he didn’t understand why you'd make him stop.

“I just really need to go pee.”

He nodded his head in understanding and was about to call for one of the security to accompany you, but you stopped him before he could.

“No! I can go on my own.”

“Doll…”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t like that. He didn’t want you going on your own.

Although the club was a safe space for you to wander around due to everyone knowing who you were and not daring to approach you under any circumstances, Bucky still wanted you looked after due to the reason that occasionally a rouge and unwanted person managed to get into the club, despite the tight security, and cause chaos and bothering the other club patrons. But that rarely happened, and right now, you just wanted to go on your own without having anyone on your tail all the time.

“Please, Bucky,” you pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist, “if I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can come and find me.”

“Alright, princess,” he pecked your lips, “but hurry back to me, baby,” and once more, “because I need to bury my fingers in your tight little pussy….”

He cupped your core harsh, making you moan out at the roughness. Bucky groaned out as he touched what belonged to him.

“... my tight little pussy.”

He growled in your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand and your core pulsate at his filthy words.

“I’ll be right back, babe.”

You gave him one last peck before you got up and fixed your dress—the material had bundled up your hips entirely. Bucky gave you a light tap on your ass before you walked away in search of the bathroom.

You did your business in the bathroom and freshened up before walking out to the club’s main area.

Bucky hadn't left his positing from the VIP area. His leg was crossed over the other, and his arms rested on the back of the couch while he looked calm and relaxed. You wanted to take advantage of your freedom and decided to get a quick drink at the bar before returning to him.

You made your way to the bar that was settled in the middle of the club while swaying your hips to the music playing. Luckily, the bar wasn't packed, so it should be a quick deal.

You order the drink and make yourself comfortable with your elbows on the bar counter, squeezing your breasts together, almost exposing them entirely. Your ass poked out behind you—the dress so tiny and short that it almost showed your entire ass.

You knew everyone had their eyes on you, thirsting and yearning for you—for something they knew they could never have, and that's what you loved so much about it. In this club, you loved being a little cock-tease to everyone—it made you feel powerful.

While waiting for your drink, you scanned and observed the club’s guests. Most of them you'd seen before and recognised—politicians with their mistresses, criminals making shady deals with each other, and some new faces you'd never seen before. Everyone looked to be in great spirit and having fun tonight.

“My, my… don't you look pretty tonight.”

A deep, smooth voice murmured in your ear, making you jump out of your skin a little at the roughness of it. You thought it was Bucky for a second, but the voice didn’t match quite right. When you spun around, you found yourself caught in an intense gaze by a man. Usually, you'd back away and decline any stranger like that, but something about him just made your whole being scream in need.

The man oozed danger, sex and confidence—all things you loved and had gotten so used to with Bucky. So you couldn't help yourself when you got ensnared in this stranger's trap. You knew you shouldn't talk to this man. Bucky would be pissed if he found out. But Bucky wasn't here right now, and the drink should be done any second, so you decided to play along and then would politely decline once it was time. Bucky would never know.

“Well, hello to you, stranger.”

You batted your eyelashes at him and gave him your most appetising smile and gestures you could muster up, popping your hip out and tilting your head to the side, wanting to play a bit dirty and rile him up.

“My, you're the prettiest little thing in this whole club.”

He came closer, almost pinning you against the bar with his massive frame. He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across your whole body. This man was playing a dangerous game in approaching you like that—intentions clearly sexual.

He presented his hand, and you took it gladly, shaking it.

“The names Roman,” he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it while maintaining eye contact, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Roman?

Roman?

You'd heard that name before, but you couldn't quite put your finger on who he was. It was such an unusual name that you would think with such a name, you'd remember who it belonged to, but your mind was completely blank. It must be the alcohol and the intense surge of sexual energy you were experiencing.

“The pleasure is all mine, Roman,” you gave him your name, which made him smirk when he heard it.

“That's a beautiful name, princess. What brings you to this club, sweet thing?”

“Oh, I-”

The conversation was cut abruptly by someone grabbing Roman’s shoulder and pulling him away from you, turning him to face whoever it was.

You gasped.

Shit. It was Bucky.

His face was stone cold as he stared Roman down with absolute dark rage in his eyes. His fists clenched by his side—knuckles turning white.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Roman?” Bucky spat out while getting all up in his face.

Wait?

Bucky knew him?

Oh…

Oh!

Oh, no…

He was that Roman.

Shit. Now you remember.

He's the man that betrayed Bucky about a year ago and went to be with Bucky’s number one rivals instead. You remember at the time what kind of a toll it had taken on Bucky to be so gruesomely crossed.

This was not good. You felt so horrible and guilty now with the later knowledge of know this man was. How could you have forgotten him? Forgotten what he's done? You should have brushed him off instead of instigating his actions further.

You couldn't hear what they were saying because they were so up in each other's faces, but you could tell that it was a heated argument. You wondered what was being said. What kind of complications and events this would all lead to.

Suddenly, Bucky shoved him hard, and it looked like he would fight him right then and there. But he didn’t…

“You’re fucking dead, Roman,” Bucky uttered through gritted teeth.

Bucky came to your side and grabbed your arm hard. So hard that it hurt, and you winced and tossed to try and get out of his harsh grip, but he wouldn't budge. He pulled you back to the VIP area and ordered you to sit on the couch.

“Don't fucking move.”

His words were like poison, making you flinch at the absolute anger in his voice. Your eyes were becoming glossy—tears threatening to spill at any moment. You wrapped your arms around yourself for comfort.

How could you be so stupid? You should have just said no to Roman instead of acting like a fucking brat and whore—wanting to be a little cock tease for a man that wasn't even your man. You should have just been an obedient little wife and returned to your husband like you were supposed to.

Bucky was furiously talking to one of his men for several minutes. You saw how stressed, angry and fearful his demeanour was. His hand ran through his short hair multiple times. It was rare to see Bucky in this state. He was usually tough and determined, not bothered by what people said and did, and always in control of things. But it looked like Roman had really struck a sensitive nerve—said something that had put Bucky out of check.

When he was done conversing, he came back to you and took your hand, gently this time, and pulled you with him out of the main club area, not saying a thing. It looks like you were leaving. You went through the backdoor that was only used for you and Bucky and a selected few other people.

Once in the elevator, Bucky wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his torso, still not saying anything. You wanted to say something. To plead for his forgiveness, but you felt awkward doing it in this tight place when you weren't alone. You would try and talk to him in the car when it was just the two of you.

Bucky ushered you into the backseat of the black luxury car, him getting in behind you. You weren't sure where you were going—home, most likely. The screen divider that separated the backseats and driver seat was up, so you were all alone, and you could finally try to talk to him.

“Bucky?”

You tried in a sweet and calm voice.

Nothing.

He pulled his phone out when it pinged with a message. His mouth remained in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, with no emotions in his eyes as he typed on his phone before placing it inside his jacket.

“Bu-Bucky?”

Your weak voice cracked as his name came out in a sob this time.

“I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I shou-” You sobbed even more, unable to finish your sentence. You were about to cry any second, knowing that Bucky was mad and disappointed in you for being so stupid and reckless. You turned your head away from him, unable to look at his stern face.

“Doll…”

His voice was sweet compared to the poisonous one he used with you in the Underground. You thought he would yell at you once in the car. But it was the opposite. His loving and caring side surfaced—your wonderful husband that loved you beyond words.

“Baby…”

He grabbed your chin with his fingers and turned your head towards his. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration for you—his wife. His heart broke when he saw a few tears roll down your cheeks, your lips quivering.

“P-please d-don't be mad a-at me, Bucky.”

“Oh, baby… come here.”

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. His head nuzzled in your neck as he laid tender kisses on the soft skin to try and soothe you,

“Mad at you? No, doll. I could never be mad at you, and I’m sorry it came across that way. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you like that, my sweet love.”

“Bu-but, you seemed s-so angry at me. Angry for what I’d done and who I was talking to. I swear, Bucky, I forgot who he was, and I-I just-”

“Doll.” He made you rest your forehead on his. His piercing blue eyes focused deep into yours—showing you that he spoke the truth. “I’m not mad at you at all. Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault. Not even the slightest, ok? I love you, babydoll.”

“O-ok. I-I love you t-too, Bucky.”

He dried your tears while giving you a warm smile. “My precious girl.” He cradled your face in his hands and laid a light, comforting kiss on your lips. The kiss slowly progressed to a more passionate one—neediness and love poured into it.

The moment was quickly interrupted by Bucky’s phone pinging with a message in his jacket. He groaned as he fished it out to read it. You caught a glimpse and gasped when you saw what it said.

It's done.

You knew what it meant. It was the worst possible outcome following the events that unfolded in the club.

“Is, is he d-dead?”

“No, no, doll. They only questioned him, that's all.” Bucky tried to reassure you.

You knew what questioned meant. It meant that they had beaten the shit out of him, almost to the point of death. And although Bucky spoke the truth that Roman wasn't dead, he would be soon. Bucky never let something like what happened at the club go unpunished—people trying to cross his line. Certainly not when it comes to you. He would torture and kill anyone who made any advances on you, especially when they were fully aware of who you were and belonged to. And Roman most certainly knew what he was doing when he approached you. He wanted to provoke Bucky and test his limits. And now he would pay for it.

Maybe he didn’t think it through enough? Perhaps he thought he was safe because he was under the protection of Bucky’s rivals?

But one should never underestimate Bucky. He didn’t give a fuck who anyone belonged to, enemies or friends. If provoked, he would have you severely punished or, in the worst case, killed.

You shook your head—not wanting to think about it anymore. Instead, you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder and close your eyes for the remaining car ride. His fingertips delicately caressing your arm lulled you to a relaxed and sleepy state…

———

“Doll,” his soothing voice murmured in your ear, pulling you out from the light sleep, “baby, we’re here.”

You softly moaned as you lifted your head and saw that you’d pulled into the garage of your penthouse—you were indeed home now. Luckily, because you were ready to cuddle up with your husband in bed and go to sleep in his loving and protective embrace.

“You want me to carry you?”

“N-no, I can go on my own.”

Once in the elevator, Bucky pressed the button for the roof terrace, not the apartment like you thought we would. You looked up at him. A confused expression on your face—eyebrows furrowed.

“Are we not going to bed yet?”

“Not yet,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissed your head, “I have something I want to show you.”

What did he have to show you on the rooftop?

When the elevator arrived, Bucky took your hand and led you to the patio overlooking the light-filled city. Nothing looked unusual. Everything looked as it always did. There was no thing to show. So why did he bring you here?

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Come.”

He led you to the very edge of the fence and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned yours on his.

“Do you see, doll?”

“See what, Bucky?”

“The city!”

“Your city, babe.”

“Our city, baby girl. All of this is for you. Everything I do is for you. You and my undying love for you influence every decision I make in life.”

“James… you know I don't need any of this. I appreciate it, baby, you know that, but… I just need you.”

“I know, I only need you as well, but I just wanted you to know that we’re in this together. We can always count on each other. We will always have one another. Our love is powerful and unbreakable.”

“You know it, Bucky.”

You stood for a while longer. Staring out over your city as you swayed to imaginary music. Bucky’s lips graced your cheek as he whispered sweet nothings that had your heart burst with warmth, love and security.

Words can’t describe how much you loved this man. This vicious, menacing, murderous, but also affectionate, warm and joyous man. One would think such words couldn’t be combined to describe a man—that it doesn't fit. But Bucky was all those, and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

Your sweet bubble was interrupted by another notification on Bucky’s phone, making him groan in annoyance. He held one arm around your waist while the other retrieved his phone.

You couldn't see what it said this time, but he let out a groan of approval and then pulled you with him back to the elevator once he read it.

“Where are we going now? More surprises?”

“We’re just going to our room.”

Ah, finally. As much as you loved Bucky for bringing you up here and expressing his undying love for you, you really just wanted to snuggle up to him in bed now.

But once you arrived at your room, one of Bucky’s men was waiting by the door, which was highly unusual. You wondered what was going on. It probably had something to do about Bucky’s recent text message. Probably an update on Roman and his current… situation. But no matter what it was, you hoped it would be able to wait till the morning. You just wanted Bucky all to yourself now.

“Wait here, doll.”

You stood in place while Bucky approached his man. He whispered something to Bucky, and Bucky nodded before he called you over. The man bid you good night, and then it was finally just you and your husband.

“What was that all about, babe?”

“My love…”

He lay his hands on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes with seriousness written all over his face.

What was going on?

Why was he acting so… strange?

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky, with my life.”

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

You didn’t like to admit it, but you would kill for this man if the situation ever occurred.

“I-I… yes.”

“Then come with me,” he presented his hand, and you took it without hesitation, “don't be alarmed.”

Alarmed?

He opened the door to your shared master bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Although you trusted Bucky, his behaviour was more abnormal than usual, which scared you slightly.

You expected to be met with something significant while walking into the room, but there was nothing in the dim-lit room. It was a little hard to see with the lights out, so you scanned the entire space to try and find the abnormality—from the huge windows lining the outer wall, to the bed, and finally, the other side of the room. And that's when you saw it.

You gasped out loud in horror, eyes wide like saucers when you saw a person in the darkened corner of your room. It was a man—beaten, bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair. His scream was muffled by something shoved into his mouth.

Oh my god… it was Roman…

“B-Bucky, wha-”

What was happening? This was wrong. This was so wrong on so many levels. Bucky never brought any of his mob business into your home. He always tried to shield you from that gruesome aspect of his world as best as possible. So what was he doing?

You backed away slowly but were stopped by colliding into Bucky’s chest. He grabbed your upper arms to keep your shaking form in place. His breath fanned your face while he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t be scared, my love.”

You were very much horrified by the sight of a bloodied and bruised man bound tight in your room. I mean, who wouldn't be?

“Wh-what i-is going o-on?”

You contemplated screaming and running away. If that's what you wanted, Bucky would have let you go—he would never force you into doing something you absolutely didn’t want. But you didn’t move a muscle. This situation intrigued you. Bucky’s vicious and twisted mind fascinated you.

Although you were the innocent and sweet one in the relationship, you had a slight devious nature to you as well. So you wanted to see what kind of plans Bucky had in store for bringing Roman into your privacy. What kind of things does he want to do. So you let go of all your worries and went with the flow.

With Bucky’s hand secured around your neck, craning your chin up to make you look at Roman. Bucky spoke, loud enough for Roman to hear as well, the most sinful, possessive and immoral words he's ever uttered—making you shamelessly aroused and almost crumble to the floor.

“He’s gonna watch us, doll, all powerless tied up in that chair as I do with you as I please. He’s gonna watch as I undress you and expose your beautiful flesh to his eyes. He’s gonna watch as I kiss, lick, suck and bite all over your skin. He’s gonna watch and hear as I make you moan, whimper and scream. He’s gonna watch as I fuck you hard, my wife. Claiming your body and soul as mine, and mine only.”

Fuck.

You were all in.

Bucky circled his arms around your waist and brought you closer to his firm chest. Very delicately, he started leaving kisses on your exposed shoulder, making you purr in delight. His feather-light kisses made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You craned your neck to the side, giving his lips more space to continue their journey further up. A loud moan of satisfaction escaped you as he became rougher with it—licking and sucking on your tender sweet spot.

In a swift motion, he removed your little dress—leaving you in your pretty underwear. His hands started roaming all over your exposed body, paying close attention to all your curves with his fingers—hips, waist and breasts—especially your breasts. He palmed them in his grasp and pinched your nipple through the material of your bra, making you wince out at the slight pain.

While one of his hands palmed your breast, the other ran down your stomach and found its way into your panties, making you gasp once his expert fingers found your aching core. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, groaning deeply in your ear, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand.

“Fuck, baby, already so wet and messy for me, huh? Did that turn you on, princess? My little speech about fucking you and claiming you as mine while he watches all helpless?”

“U-uh, huh.”

You were revelling in the pleasure your twisted and loving husband provided you that there was no way to form any coherent words, let alone sentences. It made Bucky chuckle in a sinister way at how absolute speechless he could make you with such simple touches.

Then it all stopped—his touches and kisses. You whined out in protest and were starting to turn around to see what was going on, but he stopped you by grabbing your upper arms and turning you towards Roman again.

“Stay still, baby.”

Thankfully, his delicate touches returned to your skin. His fingers ran from your shoulder and down until they met the clasp of your bra—unclasping it with no difficulty. The bra straps ran down your arms and hit the floor with a soft thud. Your breasts fully exposed to the two men.

With Bucky’s hands caressing your waist, he descended to the floor behind you. His fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them down your legs. Now, you were fully exposed; your parts that Bucky was so protective and possessive over came to light.

He left a wet kiss on each of your ass cheeks before travelling the kisses upward your naked back—until he stood straight up and wrapped his hand around your throat again, making you yelp and pay full attention to the man tied to the chair. Bucky spoke loud again for him to hear as well.

“This here is all mine. My body—my tits, my ass, my pussy,” he groped your wet and naked core, making you gasp out, “Only I will get to touch and take all of her as I please. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“I-it’s yours, B-Bucky, I-I belong to y-you.”

He turned you around and pulled your naked body flush into his clothed one. His hand grasped the back of your neck and brought your lips to his—hungrily kissing you, tongues caressing one another as you moaned and groaned into the heated and needy kiss. His other hand took hold of your ass cheek—altering between squeezing hard and delivering slaps to the plump flesh, which made you whimper into his mouth each time he did.

While still keeping your lips connected, Bucky manoeuvred you to the foot of the bed and removed his jacket while you helped with unbuttoning his white shirt—tearing it off his muscular body.

You roamed your hands all over his hard chest and stomach, moaning as you felt every curve and dip of his delicious muscles. While you touched him, Bucky went to work on getting his pants off.

“Let me.”

You descended to your knees, finding a comfortable place on the marble floor, and helped him tug his pants and underwear down. A satisfied gasp slips from your mouth as his hard cock springs to life—slapping against his belly.

“This cock belongs to me, doesn't it, daddy?” You mutter as you take a firm grasp on his base, and kitten lick his tip while looking up at him.

Bucky chuckled at your possessive nature, licking his lips. You could be just as possessive over Bucky as he was over you, and he loved it. He belonged to you as much as you belonged to him.

“You know it does, baby,” his hand cradled your face, “all of me belongs to you, body and soul.”

You pushed him down to sit on the foot of the bed, his hands on the mattress keeping his weight up. His eyes were fixated on your kneeling form as you nestled between his spread legs. The palm of your hands caressed his thighs up and down as you stared at his entire cock—your mouth watering at how delicious it looked.

“I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy.”

“Yeah? You gonna show him what a little cock-whore you are, baby?”

“Yes,” a glob of your spit fell on him, making him groan as your hand jerked him and spread the saliva all over his length, “I’m a little cock-whore that wants your cock in my mouth.”

He twitched at your lewd words.

“Take all of me then.”

With his hand at the back of your head, he guided and encouraged you to take him whole. With no hesitation, you engulfed his length immediately—too cock-hungry to tease and toy with him until he begged for you. You desperately needed his length deep in your throat.

You gagged around him as he tickled the back of your throat. The vibrations made him shudder where he sat. With each hand cradling your face, he forced your head up and down on him, thrusting his hips upwards to meet your moves.

Tears pooled in your eyes, and saliva dribbled out of your mouth as he forced his way down your throat. It was so messy and erotic—sloppy sounds filled the room.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he concentrated on how your warm and wet mouth felt on his throbbing cock. Guttural groans rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

He removed you from him, which made you whine in protest—missing the feel of him choking you with it. Your hand wrapped around him and jerked his length in long strokes as you presented your tongue—showing him how absolute needy you were for his cock shoved deep in your cavity.

With his fingers holding your jaw, he leaned down till he was level with your face and gifted you a glob of his spit on your awaiting tongue. “Fucking whore, you know that?” You nod your head. The degrading action and words had your pussy flutter. You rolled your tongue into your mouth and leaned down to retake him, bobbing your head while Bucky supported his weight on his hands, allowing you to take control of his cock as he sat and enjoyed the lewd performance.

“I bet you’re fucking jealous now.” Bucky sneered at Roman as the corner of his mouth turned up in a sinister smirk.

Your hand accompanied your mouth—stroking his base while your mouth paid attention to his sensitive head—finding a perfect rhythm to bring Bucky over the edge. The other hand cupped his balls to fondle them.

“Look at me….”

You peered up at him through your thick lashes while you had your mouth and hands full of his cock and balls. Drool and tears covering all of you.

“...fucking shit, doll, you’re gonna make me come.” A few seconds later, he grunted as he reached his climax. His hand gripping your shoulder hard to brace himself.

Watching his face contour in pure pleasure, moaning, groaning and grunting while his thick load shoots down your throat must be one of the most pornographic scenes you’d ever witnessed. Your pussy fluttered at the sight and vocalisation of him—slickness running down your inner thighs.

Holy fucking shit.

You worked him thoroughly through his intense orgasm to make him feel as good as possible. Not letting a single drop of him go to waste—all of it trickled down your throat.

Once he had come down from his high, you pulled him out from your mouth, making his head leave with a pop. Bucky hisses as his sensitive cock is freed from your expert hold.

You were a mess—drool covering your face, hands and tits, but to Bucky, it was the most stunning you’d ever looked.

“Oh, baby. So beautiful and messy for me.”

With his hand holding your throat, he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss which you whimpered into.

“Get on the bed.”

All giddy, you switched places with him. Your elbows supported your weight as you spread your legs for him, showing him your glistening and needy pussy.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”

Bucky tugged your legs, pulling you further towards him—till your ass was right by the edge of your bed.

“Not yet, babydoll. I need to taste that pussy first.”

He finds a comfortable place on his knees between your spread legs so he can go to work in worshipping all of you, like the Goddess you are. His face is inches from where you so desperately need him, feeling his breath on you, making your pussy ache for him. You arch into his face, your hand running over his short hair, begging for him to taste you, touch you, do anything to you. To eat you out until he shatters your existence.

“Please, Bucky,” you pathetically plead.

“You want it, baby?”

The tip of his tongue flickers your nub. That simple touch has your whole body convulse on the bed and a soft whimper escaping you.

God, you were so needy.

“P-please.”

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess,” he laid a simple kiss on your wet folds, making you convulse once more, “but first, I need to clean up this mess you’ve made, baby.” He was referring to the slickness that had spilt from you, running down your inner thighs.

While his hands caressed the side of your waist, making delicious tingles erupt on your skin, he went to work on cleaning you up with his tongue—licking up the mess you’ve made, moaning at your taste. “Your taste is outstanding, baby.” Your whimper in pain and pleasure as he nips the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth—his tongue soothing the sting after.

“You have the prettiest pussy; you know that, baby? I’m so lucky that I’m the only man who will ever get to see it, to taste it,” he licks your outer lips, which has you arch into him for more, “and to fuck this needy little cunt.”

Finally, he places his mouth where you desperately need it to be. He drags his broad tongue through your folds and flicks the tip of it on your clit. The action has you arch your back, and your eyes flutter shut.

“O-oh…”

A glob of his saliva hits your clit, trickling down your folds. He groans as he watches his mess mix with your own—making your pussy look like the most delicious five-star meal he’s ever seen.

“Look at him, baby. Look at him while I eat your pussy.”

You turned your head to look at the man bound in his chair. It’s fucked up to admit it, but it turned you on to have Bucky between your thighs while a beaten-down man watched. You could see him shaking in his chair, shock overloading his system while his bloodied face pleaded for mercy—for his hurt and misery to end.

Fuck, this was hot.

You moaned loudly as Bucky went to work on devouring your pussy like a starved man that hasn’t had a decent meal in forever. He drags his tongue through your slit multiple times to get all of your flavours. His groan against your pussy at the taste has you quiver on the mattress and a loud cry emitting from you.

He lewdly spits on your pussy to claim ownership over it before his lips wrap around your raw nub—altering between sucking and licking the sensitive nerve. You try to keep your focus on Roman, but your eyes flutter at the pleasure, your mind and vision becoming blurry.

Two fingers penetrate your velvet walls, stretching you out and reaching knuckle deep, making you wail out. Their tips brush against the spot that has you absolutely lose it, making you writhe on the bed. The other works your breast—palming the supple flesh in his grasp, pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipple. You're nothing but cries of pleasure—moaning, groaning and whimpering as Bucky works you to perfection.

You feel kind of embarrassed at how noisy and pathetic you sound, so you bite your bottom lip hard to try and keep yourself down. Bucky didn’t like that at all.

“No, no,” he releases your clit from his hold, “let him hear. Let him hear all your pretty noises, baby.”

He quickly returned his assaults on your swollen clit that throbbed in need. His fingers moved in and out of you at an expert pace, and his other hand worked your breast.

Upon his wishes, you let your cries of satisfaction flow freely—filling up the bedroom. Your breathing hitched in your throat as the buildup was nearing its breaking point, so close to shattering your whole existence—body and soul.

Both your hands are placed at the back of his head, keeping him there so that he cannot move away and deny you your pleasure under no circumstances. Your hips rock into his vicious mouth as you chase your orgasm—it’s right there, so close.

“Bucky,” you cry as you come hard, your toes curling and your whole body convulsing on the bed. You try keeping your gaze on Roman as the coil in your stomach snaps, but your eyes cross. The surge of intense pleasure on your mind and body is almost indescribable—you’ve never come so hard in your entire life. As stars blur your vision, you feel like you're floating on a cloud.

Bucky groans as he works through your orgasm, your clit throbbing in his mouth and your tight walls fluttering around his digits. He’s in awe as he watches you fall apart like you’ve never done before, and he doesn't stop pleasuring you until you are all but satisfied.

You sob from sensitivity as his mouth and fingers leave your used and abused pussy. You’re a panting and heaving mess as you try and come back to your senses.

“You have no idea how sexy and breathtaking you are when you come like that, baby,” he says before kissing your mound, making you twitch. He proceeds with his kisses up your stomach and gives each of your nipples a lick; each touch has you spasm on the bed at how overly sensitive your whole body feels. He comes to face you—gently laying a kiss on your lips so you can taste yourself.

“I really fucked you up, didn’t I? I’m the only one that can make you come like that, huh?”

All you can do is nod while babbling unfinished words as you still haven’t recovered from your high.

Bucky chuckled at your distant and fucked out state.

“I’ll fuck you up some more, doll. He’s gonna watch as I absolutely wreck you.”

He pulls you further up the bed until you’re both in the middle of it.

With his hard cock in hand, he taps the head on your swollen clit, making you twitch and sob; a weak no falls from your lips as you place your hand on his hip to try and push him off.

You can’t. You’re so overly sensitive that it hurts. You can’t take anymore. But Bucky didn’t seem to give a fuck. He wasn’t done with you.

“I-I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

He takes your hand off him and pins it down on the mattress.

Again he taps your clit, pulling out the same reaction from you as before. He glides his leaking tip through your wet folds. Gradually, his cock gliding on your tingling nub feels fucking incredible, and you’re ready for him to wreck you with his length.

“Please, daddy, fuck me.”

He groaned out at your neediness for him and lined his tip with your quivering entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he penetrates your tight velvet walls with his cock, making you whimper at the slight ache. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as he forces his way inside you, guttural groans rumbling in his throat as your warm and tight walls engulf him. The last bit of him he forcefully pushes inside you, slamming into your pelvis, making you sob a cry, and your eyes roll back—showing white. The feeling of fullness has you blabbering pleas for him to destroy and fuck you senseless.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

His voice is so deep and husky, making your walls flutter around his length, pulling out a heavy moan from him.

“I’ll fuck you so good, doll.”

He pulls out and then forces himself hard into you again, making you jolt and cry on the mattress. He does it a few times, being rough and abusive with it, before he starts fucking your tightness in deep and powerful strokes, slapping his skin against yours.

He hoists your legs on his shoulder, pinning them against his front, as he thrusts into you, his tip brushing your sweet spot each time he reaches deep inside you. You’re nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess as you take it all. Your hands grip the sheets to brace yourself, your eyes cross as he fucks you into oblivion, and your breasts bounce with each abusive thrust he delivers.

“My pussy. Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he grunts between each hard thrust, watching his length disappear through your walls.

There's nothing on your brain other than his cock—nothing but earth-shattering pleasure that it's giving.

You convey that you want him closer with grabby hands as you’re entirely speechless with how he’s fucking you.

Answering your pleas, he drops your legs on each side before lowering his body till his naked chest meets yours, holding his weight up so he won’t completely crush your sensitive body. His forehead rests on yours as his warm breath hits your face.

“So needy for my cock, huh? So needy for all of me?”

You can only let out a sound of approval.

“Good fucking girl.”

With the rolls of his hips, he manages to reach even deeper inside you, making you wail in pleasure. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, clinging to him with your weak strength. The buildup was fast due to your last orgasm, and you were ready to explode with pleasure once more.

“I-I-I’m go….”

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence, making Bucky chuckle at how good he was fucking your brains.

“You gonna come, baby?”

“U-uh, huh.”

“Look at him, baby,” with his fingers on your jaw; he turned your head to look at Roman, “look at him as you cream and make a mess all over my cock, you fucking whore. Look at him while I stuff your little cunt.”

You try to keep your focus on him, but it was near impossible with the way Bucky was fucking you, clouding your every sense.

A few more brutal thrusts, and you come hard, toes curling, almost blacking out at the intensity. Silent noises escape your open mouth, and your eyes roll as you explode around his cock—your walls viciously pulsating around his length and making a mess all over him. Tears streamed down your face as it became too much, too hard, but you wanted more; you wanted his cum to fill you so badly, so you pulled him in tighter with your weak legs, wanting him to spill his warm seed inside you.

With a heavy grunt, he spurts ropes after ropes of his cum inside you, decorating your walls. His hips snapped rapidly against you as he filled you up to the brim, emptying himself entirely and not stopping until you were both fucked out and satisfied.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl taking all of me.”

He stilled inside once he was done, making a breath of relief and satisfaction escape you, and a deep groan came from him at the aftershocks. He peppers kisses on your clammy neck and collarbone, whispering sweet praises and affirmation after being so dominant and rough with you. You hold him close, nuzzling your face into his short hair as you hum and sigh in contentment at being stuffed full of his cum.

A whimper falls from you as his body leaves yours, leaving you cold, followed by a sob as his cock leaves your used and abused hole, leaving you unfulfilled.

“Look at that, baby,” Bucky was fascinated with his cum trickling out of your quivering hole, ”such a pretty sight.” He collected all of the cum with his tip and pushed himself hard into you again, making you squeal. After giving you a few more strokes, he pulled out, making the cum flow out once more. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, followed by some words that made your breath hitch.

“Stay still, baby. I need to show him.”

He what?

You were still and spread out like he requested, your body too sensitive and sore to move anyways. With hooded eyes, you watch Bucky’s naked behind as he walks away from you and over to the man bound tight in the corner.

Bucky removes the gag from Roman’s mouth, and you can hear him coughing blood and saliva as his voice is freed. He tries to say something, but it comes out as a gurgling sound.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you go unpunished from my club, you fucking filth?”

Bucky’s fist connects with Roman’s bloodied and bruised face—the noise of skin punching skin and the crackling of Roman’s teeth at the force of it is the most uncomfortable sound you’ve ever heard. You shut your eyes tight as Bucky hits him again, and then a last time.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you speak about my wife like that without me having your head for it?”

You still didn’t know what Roman had said to Bucky in the club, but it was obviously triggering. So Bucky had gone to this extent in showing him, and others for that matter, what happens when someone spoke about his possessions.

Bucky removed his restraints and pulled Roman by his hair over to you on the bed—propping him up so he rested on his knees, his bruised face close to your pussy.

You were lost for words at what was happening, at what Bucky was doing. You just closed your eyes tight and hoped that whatever was going to happen would be over soon.

“Look at that, huh. Look at it. Isn’t it so fucking beautiful?”

Bucky was referring to his cum seeping out of your quivering hole—making a beautiful mess.

Roman looked with hooded eyes and tried to say something, but his words came out strained and unclear.

“Fucking LOOK AT IT!”

Bucky yelled in his face. It startled you and made tears roll down your cheek. This feels so degrading… but my God, also so fucking hot at the same time—to have someone being forced to look at your most intimate part that’s just been used and abused and stuffed full of cum.

Roman looks with wide eyes now, well, one at least; the other one is too bruised to open fully. He makes a painful noise as Bucky pulls his head up by his hair.

“This is mine. My pussy,” Bucky spreads your lips, “this is my girl, my fucking wife, and that’s my fucking cum that’s claimed her. You will never ever get to touch her. Touch what rightfully belongs to me. How dare you come into my club and use your filthy disgusting words on my wife, especially after betraying me like that, you worthless piece of shit.”

Bucky tosses him to the ground, his body hitting the hard floor in a loud thud while he groans in pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky spat at him.

Bucky retrieves his phone from his jacket, and you hear his thumbs moving across the keyboard—typing a message. You’re unsure what’s happening and too tired and slightly traumatised to ask questions.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Bucky stands with his back, all tall and broad, to you, blocking your body so whoever is on the other end can’t see you fully exposed. Bucky doesn’t care about his own nudity in the slightest.

Whoever entered the room didn’t say anything, but you could hear them come closer and stop by Roman, waiting for Bucky to give them instructions.

“Dispose of him,” Bucky utters in a deep and sinister voice.

“Yes, Sir.”

You hear Roman getting pulled away, never to be seen again, and then a door closes, leaving only you and Bucky in your bedroom.

“Baby.”

His sweet and caring voice was back; his protective and warm touches were back—your loving husband. He cleans you off with his shirt and then cradles your body, making you sit on his lap as he wraps his tender, soft arms around your frame. You nuzzle your face into his sweaty neck, a tired sigh leaving you as his fingers run delicately on your clammy skin, soothing your aching flesh and lulling you to sleep.

“Are you ok, doll?” He takes your tired face in his hands, making you look at his concerned one, searching yours for any sign of stress or discomfort. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, doll, you had to see that, to hear that. That I had to put you through that.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say at what just unfolded—too tired and sore to process the whole event properly, but you were ok, for now. You were just happy to finally have your husband to yourself after such a pleasurable and vicious evening. All you wanted now was to fall asleep in his protective embrace.

All worries and questions about tonight could wait until the morning.

“I-I’m o-ok, James, just tired,” you yawn.

“Oh, baby…”

He scoots you up the bed—until you both rest your heads on the fluffy pillows, facing each other.

“... come here.”

You make yourself small and vulnerable as you nuzzle and cling to the embrace of your vicious lover and protector—his arms and legs holding you close. A content sigh breathes through you as your head tucks into his chest; listening to the calming beats of his heart—this was your home, where you wanted to be forever; despite Bucky’s brutal nature at times, you never ever wanted to leave his side.

Bucky’s murderous hands treat your skin like it's the most delicate thing in the world—softly stroking your back, making you shudder and purr in delight. Sweet words of affirmation are whispered against your hair, followed by a hum of a pleasant tune that slowly lulls you to sleep.

The last thing you hear are words that solidify your love and trust for your husband.

“You’re mine, mine only, my everything, and I love you beyond words, my sweet love….”

Bloody, battered and bruised.

That’s how you found him as he was standing underneath the shower, his head hung low, hands placed on the tiled wall, as he let the water pour down on him.

He’d spent all day with violence, bruising and abusing people—needing to put them in their place after crossing a line with him. You knew it took a toll on him, doing those things, so you wanted to comfort him in any way he needed and wanted.

You removed your clothes and stepped into the shower. Getting behind him, you wrapped your arms around his torso and kissed his spine, making his tense muscles relax as he let out a exhale of relief at you being there for him.

Your hand found his cock, stroking his length and teasing his tip till he hardened in your grasp, making him moan as his cock twitched, wanting more.

He turned around and pinned your body against the cold tiled while he kept your hands above your head—trapping you. He collided his lips with yours as he moved hurriedly and hungrily against them. With his teeth, he tugged your bottom one as he growled like a hungry animal, ready to devour its prey.

He turned your body around, your front now pressed into the cold wall. He kept a solid and powerful grip on your neck, constricting your breathing. With his other, he guided his length to your pussy and forced his way through your tight walls—not even asking for permission. He didn’t need to. He always took what he wanted and needed, even from you.

You cried out at the slight pain and discomfort once he was situated entirely in you. He groaned in your ear as he slammed into you in long and powerful strokes repeatedly with no mercy—taking his frustrations and anger out on your poor and innocent body. You were going to be so sore and tender tomorrow.

It didn’t take long before he spurted his hot cum into your tight and accommodating walls. Groaning against your wet skin as he filled your little cunt up. You sobbed as he left your sensitive walls.

He left a few sweet kisses on your skin, making you think that he was done with you and would take you to bed now for some cuddles, but it looked like he still needed to let his frustrations out, so he shoved his cock through your used and abused walls once more, ready to take you one more time, and then maybe an extra one after that…