#mob rules

As you made your way down the table you felt the eyes of the others rove over you, up your legs from your heels to your hem line, the odd hand brushed against you as you passed by, flicking your skirt up a little, squeezing your leg.

"We thought we could use a little… entertainment, now that new assignments have been given out." Steve smiled too, holding his hand out for you to come and rest between him and Bucky at the head of the table.

There were no papers or memos on the table, not even a laptop or a phone, all instructions were verbal and your knew they expected every plan to be followed to the letter. That's why they rewarded the crew so highly.

Steve stood from his chair, the back taller and seat more plush than the others, and Bucky took your hand urging you to sit down, the chair was as comfortable as it looked. You always thought of it as a throne a place for Bucky and Steve to rule from, and you had never been allowed to sit in it before. Nerves ran up your spine. The entire request felt unprecedented.

Normally you were either perched on the arm of the chair, in someone's lap or, if you'd been either very very good or very very naughty — under the table.

"Comfortable?" Bucky asked, his voice dropping low.

"Yes, Sarge." You let your eyelashes flutter a little more than they naturally would, playing into his hands.

"And if I flip up this pretty dress of yours, will I be happy or angry?" Bucky ran his fingers under the hem of the dress and your skin lit up with the sensation, legs falling open slightly.

"Oh, very happy, Sarge." You cooed, spreading your legs wider for his exploring hands.

Bucky's fingers brushed against your skin, the shine of his rings in contrast to the tattoos that swirled down his left arm. They were half-hidden under his white shirt, rolled up to his elbow as if the handing out of tasks had been a physical labour as well as a mental one.

He flipped your skirt higher, revealling your bare cunt to the room. You knew better than to wear underwear with your clothes and you were especially glad you hadn't risked it today in front of everyone.

"Are you happy, Sarge?" You asked, sweetly, biting the tip of your finger.

"Very," he groaned back. "You're such a good girl, aren't you? Always so obedient for me."

You nodded happily, "always, Sarge." You kept your eyes trained on his, clear and frosty blue, but you knew that everyone else was looking at you, the way your pussy was getting wet, the little jewel nestled between your ass cheeks.

Bucky slapped his hand against your pussy, "and she's always a good girl too, right?"

"Yes, Sarge." You agreed again.

"Good, because we all want some entertainment tonight —"

Nerves shot through you, everyone you didn't think you'd survive that.

"—and as we couldn't decide who got the pleasure we thought it was only fair, that it was you."

"What?"

Steve reached around the back of your chair to spank your pussy again. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry, Cap, I mean, pardon, Sarge?"

"Better." Steve said, returning to his position behind the chair, arms crossed on the back so he could see the curves of your body better.

"You'll be the one getting pleasure." Bucky repeated, taking one of your legs while Steve held the other, carefully placing them over the arms of the chair.

You slumped down a little at the position, trying to stay upright.

"Now, as your little pussy is so well behaved, we want you to play with it."

You skin prickled with heat, you were very much up for anything, that was why you got on so well in Steve and Bucky's home, but you'd never been so exposed in front of everyone before.

"Uhh —"

"Don't be shy now," Bucky cupped your cheek, "you're our little slut, remember, we know you, there's no judgement here, we just want to watch you fall apart, don't we deserve that?"

You looked around at each eager face, eyes wide with nerves. They did know you, but it didn't make it any less awkward to pleasure just yourself in front of them.

"Come on now," Steve took your hands in his, covering your fingers, and guided them between your legs. Together you gently massaged your pussy, slipping your thumbs into you folds.

"Good girl," Bucky sat back in his chair, smirking, and motioned for Steve to step away.

It was only a nod of his head, but Steve and Bucky were so in tune with each other it didn't matter what was said, they always knew, and Bucky was always calling the shots behind the scenes.

You were left with your wet fingers, glistening with arousal, spreading the lips of your cunt for everyone to see.

Thor and Ari kept a close eye on you, ever the body guards, but their eyes were trained between your legs.

Even the newer members of the team were shamelessly staring.

"Sarge," you mewled, letting your head fall to one side and making your saddest puppy dog eyes at Bucky, "please."

"Please, what, Bambi?" He growled back, ignoring your face in favour of watching your hands.

"Please, I can't."

He reached his hand over and you instinctively moved yours to allow him access, hoping he'd push them inside so you could feel the cold metal of his rings against your clit and the rough pads of his callouses on your g-spot.

But no such luck, he brought his hand down roughly between your legs and you cried out.

"If I tell you to fuck yourself, Bambi, you'll fuck yourself. Now. Be a good girl, cum for everyone to see."

Bucky took your hands and placed them back between your legs.

"No more messing about, I want to see at least two of your fingers stuffed in your slutty little cunt."

You obeyed with shaking hands, using your left to expose your clit slightly, you pushed two fingers into your waiting hole. It felt so good. Your knees bent in slightly, your body eager for more but already over stimulated from a days work and the thought of your filthy predicament.

Bucky nodded at your bodyguards and Thor and Ari appeared on either side of the chair, taking an ankle each and holding your legs open.

"Oh god," instead of looking you squeezed your eyes closed, stage fright getting the better of you. With your eyes closed you could smell the mingled scent of Bucky, Steve, Thor and Ari's colognes, each distinct and tantalising in their own right, but knowing they were stood so close to you made your pussy flood.

"Wow." Joaquin's voice floated from the side of the room and you recalled your evening spent by the pool with him just a few days earlier. Pressing your fingers deeper you remembered the feel of his cock pulsing against your g-spot.

"Good girl, we can see how much you want it, Bambi, don't be shy." Bucky's voice was low in your ear, accompanied by an involuntary squeeze of your thigh from Thor.

You could feel the specific pattern of callouses that formed on his fingers and palm from his preferred weapon of choice, a large hammer. But you also knew him to be fun and loving and gentle and …creative. The plug snuggled beneath you, heavy and warm, had been his idea and it was only a few weeks ago he'd had Steve and Bucky take it in turns to fill you up before plugging you again.

Your walls twitched around your fingers, squeezing down, and you slipped a third between your folds, your palm rubbing against your clit as you remembered your time in the back of the car.

"You look gorgeous like this, our little slut." Loki's voice was a low purr, prowling down the table from where he sat by the door, and suddenly the plug made you think of his cock, deep and searching inside of you as he took he roughly, not even caring that you were already with Joaquin.

"Sarge—" you gasped desperately, your free hand flying out to grab onto anything, anyone, to ground you as the tight coil of your release wound inside of you.

Bucky took your hand, placing it over the hard bulge in his suit trousers, "feel what you do to me, Bambi." He growled, "look, what you do to me."

Your eyes fluttered open to look at him, his hair curling at his nape, his face flushed.

"Look at what you do to us." Steve caught your chin between his fingers, tipping your head up.

Instantly your eyes caught on Sergei and Frank, sat either side of Loki at the other end of the table. Their jaws clenched, Sergei had his hands clasped on the table in front of him, Frank had his behind his head, knuckles white as he restrained himself.

Natasha, and then Wanda, sat beside Frank. Both women looked flushed too, their chests pink. Wanda's eyes were glazed as she stared down the table.

Nick and Max sat on Sergei's side, faces as unreadable as always when you bit your lip and made eye contact with them.

Beside Nick, Sam was breathing deeply having shoved Joaquin backwards away from the table to get a better look at you.

Val sat beside Steve's chair, her white shirt cuffs immaculate, but her fingers were pressed into each arm so hard you could see indents in the thickly starched fabric of her suit jacket.

They were hanging off your every movement, each mewl that left your lips had them gasping, gripping their chairs, tugging at their clothes — but no one touched themselves. Only you.

Your fingers pressed deeper, harder, rubbing against the spot inside of you that had you seeing stars and gasping out.

"Our good little Bambi," Bucky reached out and touched you again, a soft hand that brushed down your cheek, and you turned into the feeling, practically purring from the attention. "And now, Bambi, you're going to come in front of everyone."

Embarrassment flared low in your stomach again, mixing with the deep heat of your arousal, your need too release this pent up feeling.

"I don't know —"

"You can and you will." Bucky insisted, keeping his eyes fixed on yours.

It was easier to concentrate on him than to worry about what the rest of the room could see. His blue eyes were a mere ring around the pool of his pupil, as wide as possible, taking in every inch of you.

"Come, now, Bambi, let it all go for us. Show us that cute face you make, those sweet little noises."

You were trying desperately not to make a face or a noise now, too self conscious to truly let go.

"Show us, Bambi, we want to see your beautiful face." Steve whispered in your ear, tickling the delicate skin.

"Listen to Cap, hmm? Come on those fingers for us."

It was all too much, with a last press of your fingers you squeezed your eyes shut and let go, allowing the tightness in your belly to release, your muscles relaxing, a long, drawn out moan, reverberating around the otherwise silent board room. Your fingers were wetter than before, your cum coating them.

Slowly you opened your eyes, to find only Bucky in front of you, blocking everyone else from view. He tipped your chin up gently, a tattooed hand cupping the back of your head as he kissed you, the taste of your arousal on his tongue.