#haywire

between your thighs, John's mouth works you diligently, his face buried in you so deep you can practically feel the beard burn already developing on your sensitive skin. he feels wet and warm and perfect, you can't help but buck your hips up against him.

"enough of that," you hear in your ear from behind you, the words accompanied by a quick slap to your outer thigh. his voice is even lower and more menacing when he orders you, "stay put."

another whimper escapes your mouth as you try your best to get a grip on yourself, forcing your muscles to tense up and quit squirming.

John's thumb comes to rub at your clit while his tongue slips deeper inside you, as though in apology. it's more efficient this way, you think, and you try to cover your mouth with your hands as your moans grow louder, breathier.

you're almost there, doubling down on your efforts to not move against his mouth, when you're caught off guard by a metal hand sharply grabbing your jaw. the pressure is more than enough to hurt as he holds you, growling into your ear,

"I didn't say you could come."

you cry out softly when he says that, and your whole body mourns the loss when John pulls away from you, the delicious contact now gone. your breathing goes haywire, unable to steady itself, all while your hips begin rutting up desperately, craving the friction to reach the high that was just lost.

"please," you whimper.

"stop moving, or you'll be in for a world of pain," Bucky hisses into your ear, and another sob escapes you. you force yourself to calm, letting your body lay idly on top of him.

you rest there for a moment, wallowing, your mind overwhelmed by your physical desires now going unsatisfied. you try your best not to let out your cries of desperation, waiting for him to say something, or do something, anything at all. you're so worked up that the silence does nothing but exacerbate your craving for either of them to just touch you again.

Bucky's metal hand holds your jaw in place, not once slackening his grip. he looks down at you from over your shoulder, his flesh hand beginning to make its way down between your legs.

"look at that," he coos, teasing you with one finger, "he got you all wet and ready for me, hmm?"

you try to nod in agreement, to appease him, whatever he wants, but his hand on your jaw still doesn't let up. you let out another low whimper in place of a response, trying to convey your acknowledgement of his words.

you're taken aback when he suddenly brings his hand down on you, hard, between your legs. you let out another sob, unable to mask it this time, and it's as though every sense in your body has come alight.

you do your best to even your breathing and compose yourself before you get in trouble again.

"well, I don't plan on fucking your drippy little hole tonight," he hisses.

fuck.

his metal hand leaves your jaw, just for a moment, to grab something off the bedside table and chuck it at John's chest. you don't even clock what it is, too focused on the soreness in your jaw from where Bucky gripped you. it takes every ounce of your willpower to not rub at the tenderness for fear of getting punished further.

he brings his hand back to grip the lower half of your face once more, tilting your head in his direction so he can speak directly into your ear.

"legs to your chest, now. hold them there. keep them spread."

you're unable to contain your whimper as you bring your hands to grasp at the backs of your thighs, just above your knees, and pull your legs back towards your torso.

you feel so on display right now, so vulnerable, at the every whim of the man laying beneath you. it's overwhelming.

once you've done as he's asked, he uses his grip on your face to position your head to face downwards. you look down to where John is kneeling between your legs, watching this whole thing play out. your gaze meet his, and his pupils are equally as blown back as yours.

"now you're going to beg him to prep you so I can fuck your tight little ass, babydoll."

you whine again, humiliated beyond belief, eyes cinching shut as you feel all your dignity being stripped away from you.

"please," you whisper. not good enough.

"try again," you hear his voice in your ear, threatening. "eyes open. like you mean it this time."

another whine. you force your eyes open, trying not to let your tears spill over. the second your eyes are open, you immediately meet his gaze once more.

"please, John," you sob, and the tears you tried so hard to will away spill over, trickling down the sides of your face.

your tears seem to please Bucky, because you feel him give a quick nod from behind you, and John doesn't wait another second.

you can't do anything but lay there and take it as you feel him coat your hole and his own fingers in lube where did that come from? before pressing one finger in.

"oh, god," you moan, voice shaky and terribly high-pitched. you try your best to keep your hands in position, holding your legs in place, but you're incredibly distracted and you're sweating so much that the task proves difficult.

one of John's hands comes to rest on the back of your thigh, rubbing his thumb over your skin to soothe you, before moving upwards to rest atop your own hand where it meets the back of your knee.

Bucky's watching like a hawk over your shoulder, surveilling and studying each and every one of both of your moves.

he studies your face, the way your jaw tightens and your eyes pinch shut again when John pushes a second finger in and begins to stretch you out.

"you can take it, I know you can," Bucky whispers to you, his tone still mocking, even now. you hiss slightly, trying to adjust to the motions between your legs.

a few more minutes pass this way, and when you begin to settle, Bucky takes it as his sign to keep going. he brings his hands to yours, moving them back to your sides and letting your legs go. John withdraws his fingers and pulls back, observing your fucked-out expression, the way your eyes are shut dully.

you're so out of it, letting Bucky manhandle you however he wants. he sits the both of you upwards and adjusts your positioning so you're on your knees in front of him. you reach your hands out to John's shoulders, leaning your weight against him, unable to hold yourself up.

you distantly hear Bucky repositioning, although only inches away from you, it sounds as though he's miles away.

and then his hands are on you, drawing your hips back to meet his. his hands feel wet and sticky on your skin with lube, and next thing you know, he's pressing in and stretching you open for him. your resulting cry is near hysterical.

your mind goes blank, your whole body leaning against John's as he supports your weight. you don't get a single moment of peace before Bucky's in your ear again. "come on, baby, tell him. tell him what a slut you are, that you've let me fuck this ass before, ain't that right, hmm?"

you can barely comprehend his words, your mind effectively shut off from how overstimulated you are.

"look him in the eyes and tell him," he growls, planting a rough slap on your ass, forcing another cry from high in your throat. you will your eyes open again.

the look on his face is nothing short of pure lust and desire, but even in your stupor, it's clear that he's just as susceptible to Bucky's directives as you are. he holds himself back, every move a calculated decision, careful not to act out of place.

"'s true," is all you can get out, before Bucky lands another slap on your ass, and you cry out for what is likely the millionth time tonight.

"you want him to fuck your little pussy, now, hmm? would you like that?"

you nod fervently in approval before your head falls back against Bucky's shoulder behind you, too weary to support its weight any longer.

"what do you say?" Bucky coos at you condescendingly, although sounding softer than he has all night.

"please," you whine out, and John doesn't hesitate. his hands come to your waist, watching your face carefully as he inches closer to you, gently stroking himself before lining himself up against you.

all the breath is pushed from your lungs once he fills you, the feeling of being taken from both front and back causing your brain to short-circuit entirely. your body has gone limp, only being held up thanks to the fact that you're pinned so tightly between the two of them.

you feel so mindless, so far away...

until Bucky begins to move behind you, and you're brought right back to the present moment. it's all so much, too much...

it's perfect.

"now you're gonna be a doll and let us fuck you how we want, isn't that right, baby?"

"yes, daddy..." you manage to breathe out.

you feel his metal hand wrap itself in your hair from behind, once again trapping your head in place. "and you're not going to come until I fucking say you can, got it?"

you have a feeling you're going to get in trouble for not listening to that last part.

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     it had been days since he had taken her. he hadn’t said a word, not even when he tore the mask from his face after the second day. his gaze was cold, distant, barely human as it pierced through her each time he dropped food in front of her. when she refused to eat it off of the plate, hands bound behind her back, he had yanked her head up and fed it to her himself. every night, he hauled her into the grimy tub of whatever dilapidated house he’d brought her to, using his flesh hand to scrub at her face and body until they were nearly raw. everywhere.

     it had been hours since he first forced himself on her, woken her from the hazy sleep she’d fallen into with his mouth searing against her core.

     her first instinct had been to try and push him away, that quickly disintegrating when she found her arms still bound. they had gone numb several times, brief moments of relief granted when he freed them and stretched her out himself, never once letting her move on her own.

     he worked her over slowly, ignoring her cries of distress until they turned into ones of desperation, thighs trembling around his head. tendrils of brown hair, greasy and unkempt, tickled against her groins. her mind could only fight her body for so long, eventually giving in to the mounting heat in her gut. when she finally fell apart and came on his tongue with a muffled groan, he pulled away from her with that same vacant stare.

     her eyes remained shut in an attempt to hide from the betrayal of her own body, only squinting open when she felt his hands sliding up underneath her to grab at her bound wrists.

     wordlessly, he wound another rope through the one wrapped around her, pulling it down again to the footboard of the bed to fasten it off, effectively trapping her in place.

     he used his hands to pin her legs down, taking them by her ankles and forcing them up to her chest and spreading them as wide as they would go when they tried to clamp shut after her fourth orgasm. it was pointless trying to fight, but she was no longer in control. she was left entirely at his mercy and the mercy of her body as it fought him off on instinct.

     she could feel herself dripping down, soaking into the scratchy sheets beneath her, up to her back when he pushed her legs up so high she lifted off the mattress. it was humiliating, excruciating, left her nerves burning under her skin and throat raw from trying to scream through the thick cloth that he’d shoved into her mouth before securing it with a belt.

     the sounds of him lapping at her, sucking at her pussy until it was swollen and tender, had her walls fluttering involuntarily, yearning for any kind of relief. whether it be a cessation in his ministrations or the full length of him digging into her.

     she was disgusted with herself.

     eventually, his tongue made one final pass through her lips before disappearing. she wasn’t quick to breathe a sigh of relief, positive he’d be back after a moment. so when he wasn’t, she found herself prying her lashes apart to find him in the dark of the room.

     he was stood at the foot of the bed, hands gripping the frame hard enough to turn the knuckles of his flesh hand stark white, panting heavily as he stared down at her. trying to swallow as best she could around her gag, she watched as he slowly began to calm himself from the frenzy that filled his eyes. with one tug, he snapped the rope binding her to the bedframe.

     effortlessly, he lifted her, cradling her against his chest as he carried her to the bathroom. he always set her into the tub before it was even full, old pipes groaning through the walls as water began to pool around her feet and bottom. he kept her bound, watching her carefully, feeling under the stream of water himself to sense its heat.

     the porcelain was cold against her back and arms, but she took solace in leaning her weight on it, even going as far as to let her eyes slip shut the further hot water crawled up her body. a muffled sound, almost like fabric sliding together, made her look back to him.

     he was slipping the belts from their fastens along his chest, undoing them one at a time, loosening the vest until he could slide it off his arms. when he began to do the same to his pants, she flinched back, earning his gaze back on her. it gave a firm warning beneath its reassurance, his hands finally pushing at the waist of his pants, causing them to fall.

     his boots clattered behind him when he tossed them, clothing following. water now encroaching on her chest, he bent over the lip of the tub and cupped his hand, bringing it up to splash at his face. she could only watch as he looked to her again before stepping up and climbing in behind her.

     with a care he hadn’t handled her with before, he removed the belt around her mouth, allowing her to spit out the cloth into his palm. his same hand cupped more water, bringing it up for her to drink from desperately. again and again he let her take in the hot liquid until she pulled away with a thick inhale.

     the hair of his legs tickled against the stubble growing on hers, his thighs squeezing around hers as he sat forward to shut off the faucet. it bathed the room in quiet, nothing but the gentle slosh of their movements and distant calls of wildlife from beyond the house. both arms, metal and flesh wrapped around her, pulling her with him until she was pressed to his chest. her hands strained to avoid contact with his cock where it pressed into her lower back.

     she could feel his breath blowing across her shoulder while he reached between them to tug at the rope around her wrists. slowly, cautiously, she moved her arms in front of her, attempting to shield herself from his gaze still despite how much of her he’d seen.

     the water rippled as he brought his hand up to her face again, wiping at her skin carefully, washing the spit from her cheeks. it inadvertently eased the tenderness from her flesh where her gag had nearly bruised her, eyes fluttering shut under the soothing motion.

     she hardly noticed him curl around her further, didn’t realize his lips had landed near her temple until his stubble scratched at her cheek. it made her tense up in his hold, shoulder lifting in an attempt to nudge him away.

     “you’re sweet,” he breathed against her ear.

     she could hardly react to hearing his voice for the first time. the implication of his words, the reminder of what he’d just done to her, made her stomach churn.

     he shared the bed with her that night, leaving himself as bare as he’d left her after the first bath. he allowed her wrists to remain unbound, and, in their place, draped an arm over her to keep her compliant. even if her body had the strength to, she couldn’t escape, couldn’t dream of slipping out from under his overbearing hold.

     a tug to her leg woke her, eyes once used to having to squint against morning sunlight opening fully to find the shadowy outline of his hand skimming across her inner thigh. it moved steadily before landing on her mound. a shiver ran up her, cracks in the windows allowing chilled breezes into the house and across her skin. she remembered it was october, leaves just beginning to change and dance in the shifting winds before he grabbed her.

     his middle finger slid down between her slit, finding her sore clit with precision. accustomed to her hands being bound, she pushed at the mattress with her feet, attempting to escape his touch. but he had her trapped no matter how free her body was. his size alone was a cage, the seclusion of their location a guarantee of failure should she manage to pry open a door or window before he could notice.

     she could feel it, the involuntary reaction building beneath her skin, teeth sinking into her bottom lip to contain the whine that sat in her throat. he worked slowly, teasing the press of his finger at her entrance, adding another when he finally slipped in.

     on its own, her hand fisted at the sheets, knuckles brushing against his side where he was still positioned so close to her. the contact foolishly made her head turn, eyes finding his in the darkness, staring back at her in concentration.

     he was handsome by all standards, and the reality of it had her turning her head away in shame, core bearing down around his fingers.

     it was encouragement for him, confirmation of her natural instincts taking over and flooding her walls with permission to push further. knuckle after knuckle, until there were none left for him to give. his thumb landed on her bud as he curled his fingers up to try and coax a sound from her that she was fighting so hard to keep in.

     her stomach clenched under his forearm, and it was enough to force a grunt from his throat. sliding his fingers out of her, he reached for her hip, pulling her toward him so she came to rest on her side closer than before.

     the sudden realization of her freed hands had her reaching out to push at his chest. it was useless once his metal arm snaked under her waist and anchored her to him, leaving nowhere to go as he shoved his fingers back inside her. again she felt the poke of his cock, now prodding at her stomach.

     her eyes clamped shut under the sudden assault, thighs tightening to keep him out. it did nothing since he had already made his way in, strength in his hand allowing for just enough movement to fuck his fingers into her shallowly and curl them against her sweet spot. she was still raw from the night before, wincing under the mix of pain and pleasure, unable to fight the stunted yelp that punched out of her lungs.

     it was sudden and sharp when she came, breath catching in her throat and body trembling in his hold. she could feel herself throbbing, fluttering around his fingers, dampness growing in the heat between her thighs and coating his hand.

     he allowed her a moment to catch her breath, stilling all his movements while she heaved into his chest. the cold air rushed to her body, flooding every patch of sweat that had formed along her skin, sending shivers throughout her.

     “w-why are you do- doing this?” she whispered through the chatter of her teeth. she didn’t know if it was from the cold or her nerves.

     his arm tightened around her for no other reason than to cement his claim over her, and his face came to rest beside hers, cheeks grazing. she could hear him inhaling along her skin, breath hot with each exhale.

     “i don’t know.”

     his voice was strained as he dipped into her neck before breathing her scent in deeper.

     the first tear spilled over her eyes as his fingers began to move again, her thighs limp and defeated around his wrist.

     it seemed as though she’d made a mistake questioning him, her gag restored once he was finished toying with her, leather digging into her cheeks as she tried to fall asleep that night. he hadn’t slept beside her, either.

     the world spun as she was jolted awake, not enough time for her to reach out and support herself on the mattress, face planted in the sheets as hands manipulated her into place. the room was brighter when she looked around it, eyes seeking out the source. maybe one of the sheets of newspaper had fallen off the windows.

     she found the source almost immediately. a television across the room, muted and running commercials for car dealerships.

     a shout ripped up from her chest, not even her gag able to contain it as she clawed at the sheets and pulled to try and escape his cock pushing into her. his hands gripped at her hips, fingers digging into her flesh to keep her in place. she was rejecting him, walls squeezing impossibly to keep him from going any deeper. it was useless, as futile as her attempts to crawl away from him as she pleaded incoherently around his belt.

     with a final thrust, he bottomed out, grunting underneath her pathetic whimpers. his chest was heaving, head pounding behind his temples. shaking it out, he pulled back.

     the sheets ripped between her fingers, tears searing their way down her cheeks. he was too big, she was too unprepared, the pain was too torturous. it burned through her like a blade, setting her spine rigid and causing her toes to curl in agony. but it didn’t stop him, didn’t even deter him for a second. he pushed back in with enough force to knock the wind from her and send her falling onto her elbows.

     again, he retreated and fucked forward, repeating the motion until he found a rhythm good enough for his own pleasure.

     the pressure behind his hips had knocked her down to her elbows, but it was the pressure that repulsively began building below her stomach that knocked her all the way down, face burying in the blankets. he could tell, she knew he could tell from the way he sighed out delightedly and let his body slump over hers. his mechanical arm planted beside her head, whirring as he ground it down into the bed.

     his chest seared at her back, thighs pressing to hers as his thrusts grew shallower. it kept him deep, pushed right to the tender spot inside her that made her groan in protest or satisfaction, she couldn’t even tell anymore. and any hope of distinguishing between the two was lost the moment his finger found her clit.

     snug within her walls, he rolled his finger around and around until, finally, a moan shook her back beneath him and she opened up to him. his eyes flickered to the television, watching the anchor drone on about something he didn’t care to know. then his gaze went back to her, the sparkle of dampness across her cheeks catching the light, fog of her breath over the band of leather in her mouth.

     he growled as he began to fuck her again, not letting up on her bud.

     she began to beg for forgiveness in her head, garbled pleas for mercy on her tongue contradicting the way her hips played off of his indecently. it seemed to please him as he hummed against her cheek, lips dragging across heated skin to her neck where he bit down through a layer of sweat to leave a mark. another imprinted to her shoulder, string of spit bursting off of his lips when he pulled away.

     her moans grew closer, harsher, barely a breath managing to escape between them as the knot in her gut tightened with each thrust. the sob that left her at the loss of his hand on her was one of anguish and not relief.

     his palm curled around her chin, wet fingers digging into her cheek as he pulled on her head to face her forward.

     “look how pretty you look.”

     blows of his hips still landing against hers, she squinted her eyes open, blinking away the blur of tears to make out the shapes on the television before her.

     an urgent banner of red flashed across the top of the screen, pleading for calls to the number provided, any information to help find the woman in the picture. it was her, a recent photo from a friend’s wedding, smile soft and reaching her eyes.

     the sobs nearly choked her, uneven and shaky from him fucking into her harder.

     letting her chin go, he reached for the remote to shut the television off, leaving her a moment to stare at her reflection where tears stained her cheeks and soaked into her gag.

     the harder she sobbed, the harder he drove himself into her, pulling out sounds of agonized pleasure from her against her will. her feet began to kick in a last ditch effort to fight him off, fight off the rush of warmth boiling over in her center.

     his finger barely made contact with her clit when she fell apart, convulsing around him and shaking uncontrollably around throaty groans.

     he forced it out of her, circling his finger forcefully and stroking her sweet spot with the head of his cock. she couldn’t see an end in sight, static collecting at the corners of her vision even with her eyes shut. it was impossible to swallow around the gag, spit leaking out of the sides of her mouth and down her chin into the sheets with each wail of searing bliss.

     finally, he slowed, never stopping, relieving pressure from her most sensitive points. she could feel his breath fanning across her cheek again, bracing for the sting of teeth.