#ssbingo

Always taking care of me, Sunbeam.

Now he had to take care of you.

The familiar sound of chatter and live country music greeted Bucky as he walked through the door. It was a slower night, but still crowded enough that he had to dodge a few people. Like many in the town, the two of you were regulars there and it was rare for you to be there without him. He tipped his hat when he made eye contact with Scott behind the bar, who nodded toward your usual table along the far wall.

"Bucky!" he heard you shout before he looked your way. "You're heeeeeeere!"

He wondered just how many drinks you had. Enough that you were feeling good, but not enough to get sick. You could hold your own.

"Now we can get the party started," he smirked.

What followed was a beautiful laugh as you stood up from your chair and he couldn't stop himself from staring. Your smile was like watching the sunrise and he felt lucky he was worthy enough to see it another day. You chose to wear one of his favorite sundresses and paired it with the perfect pair of boots, giving him a chance to appreciate your perfect body. He unconsciously licked his lips as he sauntered toward you and noticed you did the same.

"Seeeeeee, what did I tell you?" you asked the group at the table when he stopped a foot away from you. "I said I’d bag the hottest guy here tonight.”

"We know. We all know," Darcy playfully rolled her eyes at the other girls. "Bucky's hot and he has a big dick and you love him. Blah, blah, blah."

“I thought ladies didn't kiss and tell," Bucky smirked when you invaded his space.

"Oh, I stopped being a lady the moment you had your wicked way with me," you smiled sweetly. "You ruined me. Congratu-fucking-lations."

"Is that right?" he asked, knowing he'd never forget that night.

He'd also never forget to treat you like a lady.

He inhaled the sweet liquor on your breath when you framed his face and leaned in close. You didn’t quite kiss him, but you did smile when your lips ghosted against his. He yearned for more.

“It is right ‘cause I’m right. You’re hot and you do have a big dick you know it. You ruined me, mister,” you said, moving a hand to poke his firm chest. “And you're soooooooooooo cute. How’re you hot and cute? Explain.”

The laugh Bucky let out was enough to make your friends laugh along with him. You could be a sweet or feisty drunk depending on the mood. The last time you got feisty was when some out-of-towner tried to hit on him. You made sure to let her, and everyone else in the bar, know he was a taken man.

As if he could want anyone else when he had his Sunbeam.

“Just the way I'm made,” he smiled, placing his hands on your hips and lightly swaying you to the music. “Like I'm made to love you.”

You didn’t say “aww” along with your friends, but your gaze softened a bit more. He didn’t believe the bullshit that a man had to be silent or embarrassed about loving anyone. He loved you and he was going to say it as often as he could.

“Is that why you’re here tonight?” you asked, a dreamy smile on your face as you plucked his hat from his head and placed it on yours. The smile you gave him was one of his favorites. “'Cause you love me?

"Yeah, I am,” he smiled back, one reserved just for you. It was one of your favorites. “You called, so I came running."

Where you go, I go.

"Then it’s a good thing I'm ready to go home with you, handsome. But I'm warning you, I’m not planning on sleeping. Gonna keep me up from dusk to dawn," you said happily before a thoughtful look crossed your face. "Or is it dawn to dusk? Doesn't matter. You're fucking me. That's what matters."

"You know I gotta get up early tomorrow," he reminded you as he tried not to laugh.

He worked hard to keep the place running and so did you. The tasks wouldn't do themselves, but the enticing thought of your legs wrapped around him as he indulged in your wet heat was worth dragging a little tomorrow. He'd catch up on sleep later.

"Not the only thing that needs to get up," you said, smirking when the realization crossed his face. "Ohhhhhh. You picked up what I put down."

"Now you're just teasing me," he said.

You yanked him closer by his belt buckle. "Teasing you would be telling you I'm not wearing anything under this dress."

He groaned quietly, suddenly jealous of the chair you occupied before he showed up. "You want me to fuck you before we get home?"

He took pride in seeing a tremor wrack your frame. "You better, Bucky Barnes, otherwise I'm fucking myself."

Hot, but not tonight.

"Where?" he smirked.

"My pussy. That's where," you said without skipping a beat.

A random guy nearby drinking his beer might've heard the exchange since he began to cough. The two of you certainly had a way with words. He didn't care if the entire bar heard it.

"Oh, I'm fucking your pussy," he promised. It was a feat he didn't start to twitch in his jeans. "I meant where are we doing this."

You hummed as you contemplated. "Bathroom or truck bed."

The image of your pussy soaked and waiting for him to fill it took over his thoughts more and more. He wondered how much shit he'd get if he dragged you off to the bathroom. It wouldn't be the first time. Throwing inhibitions out the window was something he grew used to with you.

But the truck bed might be better. He could also least lay you down. Not the most romantic gesture, but also not the worst place two of you had fooled around.

The fun part would be deciding if it would be done in the parking lot or if he'd pull over on the way home.

"Truck it is," he announced as he pulled you away. "Say g'night, ladies."

"Yeah. Please, leave," Darcy teased.

You looked over your shoulder as the rest of your friends said their goodbyes. "G'night, ladies! I'm going home with that hottest guy in town. Don't come looking for me."

And I got the most beautiful, amazing girl in town.

"Take care of her!" Darcy yelled.

"He will! I'm his Sunbeam," you said proudly before you went out into the night air and leaned into him with a giggle. "Hey."

"Hey," he smiled back, keeping you against him.

"Did you hear me? I'm your Sunbeam," you whispered before you giggled. "I'm your girl! You know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know that," he chuckled at your happiness.

What you didn't know was that he had a ring ready for you so he could make it official. It wasn't fancy or flashy, but it was bright and beautiful. Like the sun.

Like you.

"Forever your girl?"

"Forever my girl," he replied, his voice thick when he put a hand to the back of your neck. "You'll always be mine, Sunbeam."

Butterflies fluttering from a kiss isn't just something that happened with girls. Because the second he put his lips against yours, he felt like he'd float away if you didn't keep him on the ground. Even with your tipsy gaze when he pulled away, there was so much love in your eyes. It was brighter than all the stars above you. It was unconditional.

And he wanted to treat you like he was still trying to win you so he'd never lose you.

"Promise?" you asked so softly he almost missed it.

"Even if the sun stopped rising tomorrow, you'd still be mine and I'd be yours."

You were it for him.

"Good," you sighed in relief before you began to drag him to the truck. "Now get inside me," you ordered.

"Oh, I will," he promised, watching your hips sway.

You didn't stumble once as you found the truck, You were an impressive woman. And he was so far gone for you.

I'm going to fucking ruin you.

He heard your sharp inhale from the words he didn't realize he said out loud. "Told you, Bucky. You already ruined me, but you can do it again," you said, tapping the top of your head. "And I'm keeping your hat on."

"Yes, ma'am," he chuckled, knowing those two words would send more shivers up and down your spine.

And he'd do a lot more than that before the sun came up.

Do we want more of them, lovelies? Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

"Well, that's just fucking great!"

You sigh as you look at the soaked floor of your dorm room. It hasn't even been a week since you moved in and things were already going south.

Thankfully, you're able to save your school books and important papers, but almost everything else the water touched is ruined. Your bedframe, the dresser, and the desk, they're all made of wood that is now saturated.

Just as you're about to call your RA, a knock sounds on your door.

"Y/N? Hey, is water leaking into your room too?"

You open it and groan, "unfortunately, yes. I was actually just about to call you, Dee. What are we supposed to do? The rain isn't set to stop for another twelve hours."

She looks around your room briefly before training her eyes back on you. Her eyes look tired like she's been trying to desperately control this uncontrollable situation for hours.

"I've got good news and bad news," she runs a hand through her curly hair. "The good news is that the school is going to have new furniture in all of our rooms by the end of the day tomorrow."

You gaze at her warily. "And the bad news?"

Dee almost winces and you know what she's going to say before she even opens her mouth. You shake your head and take a step back.

"No. Absolutely not. I am not, under any circumstances, sharing a room with Chase."

"Y/N, please...can't you just put aside your differences for one night? Besides, I didn't pick who had to sleep where."

Chase fucking Collins, one of the most arrogant, self-centered people you've ever met, hit on practically any woman with a heartbeat. He'd recently taken a liking to you and you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested.

That didn't stop him from trying to get in your pants every chance he got, though. Why couldn't he just accept that you just didn't want him? Girls threw themselves at him all the time anyway, so it wasn't like it was hard for him to get laid.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dee was right, this wasn't her fault.

"Fine," you shrug, "I'll get my things. I've survived the last three weeks of him drooling over me so I sure as hell can survive one more night of it."

An hour later you stand outside Chase's door with the same sour look on your face from earlier. You don't even want to knock. The thought of spending any amount of alone time with him sounds about as fun as laying on a bed of nails.

Maybe you can sleep in the hallway or, come to think of it, who even needs sleep? College is about pulling all-nighters and eating your weight in Ramen, right? Before you can turn and walk away, Chase's door opens, his eyes raking over you like a hungry wolf would when seeing a lamb.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N. Have you finally come over to be my pretty little plaything?"

You roll your eyes and shove past him. "In your dreams, Collins. I'm only here because I have to be."

His eyes follow your figure as you walk to the middle of his room. "And," he shuts his door and leans against it, "may I ask why?"

You huff, "because this place is a fucking dump, and the roof leaks in the girl's dorm area. Now that you've asked your question, I've got one. Where's the other bed?"

He smirks and you swear you see his eyes flicker to a deep onyx. "There's only one, sweetheart. Don't worry though, we can share mine."

Your arms cross over your chest, "you can't be serious. I'm not sleeping with you, Chase. I'm here for one night until they put new furniture in my room. I'll just take the floor."

Chase watches with an amused look on his face as you grab the comforter off of his bed and throw your sweater down as a pillow.

"Suit yourself. Also, I hope you don't mind," he looks directly into your narrowed eyes and grins as he undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs, "I sleep naked."

Your eyes go wide and you look away just as he takes his boxers off. "Whatever. Even if I did mind it's not like it matters."

He doesn't say anything else to you as you lay against his dresser. His room looks like yours only it's tailored to his style. It smells like him and you hate that you like it.

You really, really like it.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the fact that Chase is only a couple of feet away from you laying in his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his stupid, smug smiles on his face. At least, that's how you picture him.

Annoyingly, the floor isn't at all comfortable, but you stick to your guns and try your best to adjust. About forty-five minutes later, you finally fall asleep.

You wake up shivering.

Even with the comforter wrapped around you like a cocoon it still feels like you're in the arctic. You touch the screen on your phone and groan. It's only three in the morning and there's no way you're going to be able to go back to sleep with how cold it is.

"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here." Even if you can't see his face, you just know he's smirking.

"Well, if you didn't keep your room so fucking freezing then you wouldn't have to hear them."

"You know, the offer still stands, Y/N. You'll be much warmer if you come up here with me."

As much as you absolutely loathe the thought of giving in, the hard, cold floor isn't doing you any favors. Plus you have a test in the morning and you want to be well rested for it.

"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."

You untangle yourself from the comforter and begrudgingly stand up. Chase lifts the sheets and pats the empty space next to him.

Grabbing one of his extra pillows, you slide in beside him keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you.

"Just stay on your side of the bed and we'll be fine."

He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."

For a few moments, neither of you says anything. You're facing toward his dresser while he faces you. Even with all of the blankets you still can't get warm. You feel his fingers brush your arm and you jump.

"Jesus, Y/N, you're shivering." He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you back against him with ease, "come here."

"Chase?! What are you doing?! I said-"

"I know what you said, but we both need to sleep and that's not going to happen if you're shaking like this. Now relax for me, okay?"

"...Okay." You have to admit, he is extremely warm. And you don't exactly hate the way it feels to have his big hand splayed across your bare stomach.

He nuzzles against the back of your neck, his warm breaths tickling your exposed skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the coil of arousal blooming in your core. No, there is no way, no way, you're letting yourself be attracted to Chase and his womanizer reputation.

"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." His fingertips play with the hem of your sleep shorts just barely sliding underneath them. "You say you don't want me, but," Chase moves closer and you can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, "your body tells me a different story."

You gasp, "Chase...I-"

"Shh, let me warm you up, baby."

His fingers slip between your folds and he groans, "oh, princess, you're already so wet." He circles your clit slowly, a moan falling from your lips. "That's it, Y/N."

You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, your hips thrusting up to meet the pads of his fingers. Chase begins to trail kisses along the side of your throat, your pulse thrumming wildly against his parted lips.

"Mmm, so pretty, sugar. Let's see if we can warm you up even more." He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside of you making you whimper.

"Oh, God...Chase!"

"That's right baby," he can't help rutting against you, his cock beginning to leak from how you're pushing back into him.

"Please! I- Oh, fuck...I need more."

"More? You mean like this?" He quickens his movements, curling his fingertips upward every so often. It's just enough to graze that specific place that makes you keen with want.

Any amount of protest you had left in your body dissipates as you feel your previous simmer of arousal turn into a full-fledged inferno. Chase's low, sultry voice in your ear makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and you can't help the whine you make when he nips at your earlobe.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you cum for me though. Come on, Y/N, you're right there. I can feel how close you are. Show me, baby. Cum all over my fingers."

You fist the sheets as your legs begin to tremble. The heel of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves every time he plunges into your soaked cunt.

"Oh, Chase! Fuck, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!"

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the force of it making your eyes roll back of their own volition. Chase doesn't stop, the overstimulation causes your body to shake with aftershocks.

"Oh, baby... you look so beautiful cumming around my fingers. Such a good girl for me. Think you can do it again around my cock?"

You're panting as he rolls you onto your back. Chase towers over you, his once electric blue eyes now completely black.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He leans down on his forearms and captures your lips in a predatory kiss. He licks into your mouth, and his tongue tangles with yours, hot and dominant.

"Chase, what ... are you?"

He smirks, "I'm one of the sons of Ipswich, honey." He brings the two fingers that were just buried inside of you between his lips and moans around them. "You taste like heaven, Y/N."

Those same two fingers hover above your wide-eyed gaze briefly before flicking upwards. Immediately your wrists are held above your head and you realize you're unable to move them.

It dawns on you that he used magic to restrain you and, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever done to you.

"Please...," you try to reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, but to no avail.

"Someone's eager," he growls and you roll your eyes.

"I swear to fucking god if you don't fuck me right now-"

"I hate to break it to you, sugar, but I'm not the one restrained here." You huff as he chuckles and you aren't sure if it's more condescending or authoritative.

"Chase! I'm not kid-AH!" Before you can finish, he lines himself up and effectively shuts you up with his dick.

"You're so demanding, pretty girl... - oh, fuck - and so damn tight!"

Your wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move his hips. He's thick, the thickest you've had, and the way his cock nudges your sweet spot makes your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god, oh, Chase! Baby, you feel so good!"

He peppers open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach as he fucks you slow and deep. "Yeah, princess? Do you like the way I fuck this tight little pussy? I can feel the way your I pulling me in, sweetheart."

Chase cups your breasts and leans down to roll his tongue over one of your nipples. His name is a cry of pleasure from your lips as you arch into his touch, the familiar heat from before rekindling low in your belly.

He kisses you again, his teeth sinking deliciously into your lower lip. It's filthy, almost as if he's claiming you as he continues to mark your skin.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby. These beautiful tits, this perfect little pussy, and those aren't even the best parts of you. God, you're a dream, Y/N."

"Chase, please!"

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, "I got you, sugar. I'll give you what you need."

Chase lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and both of you groan, the new angle making his cock go impossibly deeper.

He fucks you at a punishing pace, hard and precise as the flared head of his dick hits your spot on every thrust.

You can't get enough of him. His coal-black eyes stare down at you, his skin glistens with beads of sweat, and little grunts and moans fall from his smooth, parted lips. It lights an eternal flame inside you, and you know you're a goner for him.

"Oh, god... oh, god, I'm gonna cum again. Chase, I'm gonna cum!"

He draws circles around your clit that match perfectly in time with his thrusts, his eyes shut tight now that you're beginning to clench around him.

"C'mon, Princess...do it. Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Yeah, that's it...just like that! Oh, oh, FUCK!"

Chase stills inside of you just as you come undone for him a second time. Both of you are panting as he lets go of your leg and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a few moments, just breathing together until he finally looks at you again. His eyes are back to the beautiful blue that you're used to and you smile as he cups your cheek.

"You can move your hands, honey. They're not restrained anymore."

"Thanks," you grin and wrap them around his neck.

He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.

The winter he turned eight, had been long and bleak. Steve was disappointed that he didn’t get to see Bucky as much as he usually did. It was okay though, because he was needed at home. He blew into his hands, rubbing them together to rid the chill as best he could. Then he wrapped his coat tighter around him and tucked his feet under the small blanket he always had with him. Steve used to think it made him weak or something to carry it around, but Bucky said no one is weak for needing comfort. It was something Steve needed to hear, and his best friend knew that. With a sigh, his eyes flickered over the seemingly endless sea of white. He really missed his best friend.

At the sound of a cough, he turned away from the window and moved over toward the bed. Little hands tucked the quilt tighter around his mama, not wanting her to get cold.

Two years ago, his mama had gotten sick and a year ago, she was bedridden. His papa, Joseph, said he was going out hunting and just never came back. It was fine and while Steve was upset at his papa leaving him, he knew he could look after his mama. Being man of the house at the age of six had been hard but now at the age of eight, he had everything down pat.

Another cough brought him out of his thoughts, his blue eyes settling on his mama. “Mama?” he whispered.

Her eyes fluttered open, slowly, and it took a lot out of her to do so. “Hello, my shooting star.” Her voice was hoarse, and he quickly helped her drink some water. “How is Bucky? Did Joseph come back with dinner?”

That was another thing that made Steve’s heart ache. His mama was losing her memory. The books in their small little nook didn't help him get any answers and when the doctor was able to come last fall, he had no idea why she was forgetting things.

Still, Steve put on a brave face and spoke softly. “Bucky went on a trip with his family, mama. He’ll come see me at the end of winter.” He wanted to stop there but as she always did, his mama asked again about Joseph. Steve stopped calling him dad the moment he abandoned them.

“He left us, mama.” He kept his voice gentle and watched her closely. He had learned quickly that she never took it well. “He’s been gone for over a year.”

Her face shuttered and she turned her head to look out the window. “I’m tired, Stevie.”

Steve nodded and stood up. He placed a kiss on her forehead and checked once more to be sure she was warm, comfortable and tucked the quilt tighter around her. It was something he did multiple times a day. He may have been able to do the cleaning, cooking and mending but repair was harder. The snow had been too thick and deep for him to wade out and fix a small loose board in the roof.

“Sleep, mama.”

Sarah hummed softly, her eyes fluttering shut. “Would you sing for me, my shooting star?”

With a thick swallow, his throat clicking with emotion, Steve inhaled sharply. “Sure, mama. What song?”

“My song, please?”

A nod, that she could not see, was his response before he settled on the edge of the bed and took her hand in his.

♫ ♫ ♫

“Close your tired eyes, relax, and then Count from one to ten and open them All these heavy thoughts will try to weigh you down But not this time…”

“Way up in the air, you're finally free And you can stay up there right next to me All this gravity will try to pull you down But not this time…”

“When the sun goes down and the lights burn out Then it's time for you to shine Brighter than a shooting star So shine no matter where you are Fill the darkest night with a brilliant light 'Cause it's time for you to shine Brighter than a shooting star So shine no matter where you are tonight…”

♫ ♫ ♫

Steve’s breath hitched, his eyes welling with tears. When he was barely even two, his mama had written the song just for him. She had always said he was the answer to her greatest wish. He was her shooting star and he thought back to his seventh birthday, the last one before his mama began to forget things. They had been curled up in the living room and watched the starry sky twinkle with a thousand lights.

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“Make a wish, Stevie. Wish on a shooting star,” she had whispered to him as though it was a secret just for them.

He had waited and as soon as he saw the star shoot across the sky, he closed his eyes and wished.

“Did you make a wish?”

“Yes, mama.”

She smiled and kissed his forehead, her arm around him as she pulled him closer to her side. He snuggled against her side as he thought about his wish.

‘I wish for mama to get better and for her to be truly happy again.’

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A hand slipping into his, drew Steve from the memory and he kissed his mama’s small frail hand. He sniffled softly and finished singing his mama’s song.

♫ ♫ ♫

“Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh Brighter than a shooting star Shine no matter where you are…”

♫ ♫ ♫

His breath hitched again, the last word coming out in barely a whisper.

“Tonight.”

The wind picked up outside their small home in the woods, and as her breathing evened out, Steve couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. He just wanted her to get better and let him be a kid again. It made him feel guilty to have such thoughts and feelings, but he was only eight years old and had been so strong for two whole years. There were things he needed to clean, chores to do and food to cook but none of it mattered at the moment.

Blue eyes were glued to his mama’s sleeping face. Only in her sleep did she look peaceful, and only then could he forget, for just a little while, that nothing was the same as it had been two years ago. It was always quiet, too quiet, but as sad as he was, he was grateful that she was still alive, and he still had a mama. The day when he wouldn’t have his mama anymore, was terrifying to think about. So, he shoved all those sad thoughts aside and curled up next to her. Steve settled in a small ball against her side and shivered slightly as his breathing even out.

The familiar sound of a slide racking back and releasing echoes through the dimly lit room. You already know who it is before you turn around. It's him. 

It's always him. 

"I was starting to think you weren't going to show." 

Nick takes two steps toward you, the clicking of his dress shoes reverberating off of the walls around you. He moves into the light and you hate that your heart hammers against your chest. It's not because you think he's intimidating, no, you were confident you could take him in a fight. 

It's because he's beautiful. 

You put your hands on your hips and he smirks at you. "What and miss a chance at seein' you, sweetheart? You know I can't pass that up." 

His tone teeters on the edge of truth and sarcasm and his stupid little nickname for you shouldn't have the effect on you that it does. 

"Save it, Fowler," you scoff. "Just hand over the flash drive so I can leave." 

Nick tilts his head slightly and moves even closer into your space. You're nearly toe to toe and it takes more willpower than you care to admit to keep from looking him up and down. 

"Ah, yes, the flash drive…see, I could give it to you," his fingertips brush your cheek and you flinch away, "but what do I get out of this, hm?"

"You get to walk out of here alive. I won't ask you again. Give it to me." 

His smile widens, "you don't look like you're in much of a position to be makin' threats, sweetheart."

It's then you realize that he's backed you into a wall. You instinctively reach for your holster, but he anticipates that and catches your wrist. 

"Ah, ah, ah…not so fast, Y/N." The barrel of his gun tilts your head back as it rests under your chin. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." 

He pins your wrist above your head with his free hand and you try to squirm out of his hold. 

"Let…go…of me!" 

He chuckles and shoves his leg between your thighs, and the way your breath hitches doesn't go unnoticed. 

"I don't think you mean that, sweetheart." Nick's eyes dance over you, taking in your flushed skin, heavy breathing, and the wet spot on his leg; he knows exactly what he's doing to you. "I think," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "you secretly enjoy our little rendezvous." 

His knee grazes your clit and you gasp. "You can tell me it's not true, but your body doesn't lie, Y/N." 

"Fuck you!" 

Nick pushes the barrel deeper against your skin and hovers his lips just above yours. "If you really want me to stop then just say the word, baby…But I think you want this just as bad as I do." 

His kiss is fierce and dominating and combined with the friction from his knee and the way the end of his gun bites into your skin you can't help but moan into his mouth. 

Nick trails the barrel along the column of your throat and over one of your nipples and you buck your hips when his teeth scrape along your jaw. 

"I knew you wanted me, princess. You hide it well, but when the CIA trains you to read people, well, you pick up on things easier than the average person." 

"Just shut up and fuck me!" 

The hand that's holding your wrists grabs your chin, "not with a smart mouth like that  I won't. Come on, what's the magic word, Y/N?" 

His tone is both condescending and playful and you hate that you love it. God, it's infuriating how the rivalry you two share does nothing to avert the thick sexual tension you've always had. 

Now that your hands are free, you try to reach for his pockets to find what you came here for, but he surprises you again and returns the gun to your neck. His trigger finger rests on the slide as he runs it up the side of your face and across your parted lips. 

"Stop trying to figure a way out of this, and do as you're told." He watches your eyes narrow and continues, "if you want something from me, then you have to ask me nicely." 

"I want the damn flash drive, Fowler!" 

"And I'll give it to you." His knee bumps your clit again and this time you gasp. "I'll also fix your other problem too, but you have to say please." 

You don't want to. God, you don't want to give in, but your arousal is starting to cloud your judgment. You try moving again but it only adds to the delicious pressure against your core. 

"Y/N. I can feel how wet you are. You're making a mess all over my pants, baby. I know you wanna do it." He dips his head down and grazes his teeth along the shell of your ear, "say it." He whispers.

God, you can't take it anymore!

"Please! Fuck…just please fuck me!" 

"Now, was that so hard?" He smirks and holsters his gun. "I knew you could be a good girl for me." 

Good girl … Those two words should be a crime coming out of his mouth. You finally give in and whimper when his fingers replace his knee.

"Nick… please!"

"Oh, we're on a first-name basis now too? Baby, I would have fucked you sooner if I knew how pretty my name sounded coming out of that pretty little mouth."

You let out a long, needy moan as he moves your panties to the side and shoves two of his fingers into your soaked cunt. He fucks them in and out of you quickly while he sucks and bites at the skin below your ear. 

"Is this what you wanted, princess? My thick fingers stuffing your greedy little hole. See what happens when you're good? Good girls get rewarded."

"Fuck, please…please just make me cum!" 

"Not yet, Y/N," he pulls his hand away and brings them to your lips. "Clean these off for me, and you'll get what you want, baby." 

You close your lips around his fingers and roll your tongue over them. Nick's eyes darken, his other hand pushing your skirt above your hips. 

"Mmm, you look so good with something in your mouth. Next time I want these pretty, pink lips wrapped around my cock."

"Nick, I swear if you don't fuck me right now-"

He grabs your throat and pushes your head back, "you better watch your tone, sweetheart, or I'll have to make you." His other hand shoves his dress pants and boxers down until they're pooling at his ankles. 

"On second thought, maybe I should fuck the attitude out of you." 

He grabs himself at the base and slides the tip between your folds making you shudder. 

"Bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Being fucked so deep until you're a drooling, babbling mess." 

Whatever sassy remark you had ready to fire back at him is gone as soon as he snaps his hips up, filling you completely. Nick picks you up and uses his weight to push you against the wall and you swear it makes him go deeper. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

He doesn't go easy on you, fucking you so hard and fast that you see stars. The already burning arousal in your core erupts into a blazing inferno and the euphoric feeling of him inside you is nothing you've ever felt before. 

Nick pulls out of you and turns around with you still wrapped around his waist. You don't even have time to complain about the empty feeling because in the next second he pushes everything off the desk behind you, lies you down, and shoves himself back inside of you. 

He plants his left hand beside your head and grips your throat with the other, pistoning his hips at an impossible pace while you cry out for more.

"That's right, scream for me. Take me fuckin' deeper, princess." 

His hand moves from around your neck to cradle your cheek, his thumb putting pressure on your lower lip. 

"Open."

You part your lips and watch as a trail of spit falls into your mouth. He collects a small amount that landed on your chin and presses it onto your tongue. 

"Swallow."

You suck on the pad of his finger and your eyes roll back when his flared tip grazes your spot. 

"Fuck, what a good fucking girl…look at you, sweetheart. Such a pretty sight seeing you laid out underneath me, all pliant and dumb from my cock. Are you gonna cum, Y/N? Gonna cum all over for me?"

You nod and reach down to rub your clit, your eyes watery from the intensity of your approaching release. 

"Nick! Oh, my fu- oh, god!"

"Yeah, rub that fucking clit, princess. Make this tight, little pussy cum on my cock." 

Your back arches off the desk and with one final flick of your wrist you tumble over the edge into bliss. 

Nick grunts and shouts as your walls flutter around him, his release seconds after yours. 

You're still shaking as he cleans up and tucks himself back into his dress pants. Nick reaches into his pocket and tosses a small silver flash drive onto your heaving chest.

"A deals a deal, sweetheart. I'm sure we'll see each other again." He smirks, his eyes are still dark with authority and lust.

"Excuse me, Mr. Huffman?" You knock on your boss's door and wait a couple of seconds before peeking your head in. "You have a call on line two." 

Scott looks up; his light blue eyes that were reading one of the many articles on his desk are now trained on you. They're kind as he offers you a soft smile, and you feel your cheeks heat up. 

"Thank you, Y/N. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Scott?" 

He gives you a look that seems almost dominant, but that can't be right. He wouldn't ever see you that way. Your gaze moves to your chipped nail polish. Even though he looks almost the same age as you, your boss is nearly twenty years your senior. 

Normally, it's unheard of for a woman your age to get a job as an assistant to one of the most respected men working at the Pentagon, but you were lucky enough to know the right people. 

To your friends, it's no secret that you harbor feelings for Scott. He's extremely kind, understanding, respectful, and very, very handsome. Of course, he has no idea how you feel … well, at least you hope he doesn't. It won't bode well for your office relationship, not to mention your career if he finds out. 

You realize he's waiting on you to respond, and you nervously return his smile, answering him the same way you always do. "At least once more, Mr. Huffman." 

Your eyes close, and you let out a long breath as you carefully shut his door. Honestly, it's a miracle that he hasn't figured out your crush on him. You catch yourself staring all the time, and if he knew what was in your sketchbook locked in your bottom desk drawer? There's no way he'd be able to look at that and not know you have feelings for him. 

The folders on your desk catch your eye, and you sigh. If you want to leave at a decent time this afternoon, then you need to get through all of the case file notes from the past week.

You sit down and smooth out your pencil skirt before grabbing the top file from the stack. There are several different things that you're tasked to do for Scott, but this one is by far the most time-consuming. 

Transferring the handwritten case notes into the computer system is a bit tedious, but you know what a big opportunity this job is, and you're more than happy to do it. 

A couple of hours go by, and you've made it about halfway through the pile. You're munching on a carrot stick when Carlton Stanton, one of Scott's colleagues, taps on the top of your desk impatiently. 

"Hey! Do you know where Scott is? I've been looking for him for an hour." 

Even though he gives you bad vibes and is rather rude, you still give him a warm smile. 

"Mr. Huffman has been in his office all morning to my knowledge, Mr. Stanton. I can let him know you're waiting for him if you'd li-" 

He waves you off dismissively, "no, thanks. I can let him know myself." 

You frown and watch as he barges into Scott's personal space like a bull in a china shop. He shuts the door rather harshly, and you can hear them having a heated conversation. 

Moments later, a seemingly annoyed Scott emerges with Carl. He gives you a tight-lipped smile and stops in front of you. "Hold all of my calls for the rest of the afternoon, please. And can you also reschedule my four o'clock for tomorrow?" 

Your eyes meet his and you nod, "of course, Mr. Huffman. I'll do that right away, sir." You watch them leave and can only hope he isn't angry with you.

Even though he's gone for the rest of your shift, Scott is still fresh in your mind. He always is. As embarrassing as it is, you often conjure up scenarios of the two of you in your head. 

A picnic in the park, both of you sitting on a blanket as you share a nice meal. And afterward, Scott holds you with your back to his chest while the shade of the trees shelters you from the harsh sun. 

Another time, it was you and him snuggling on his couch or what you picture as his couch since you have no idea what it looks like. There's a bowl of popcorn between the two of you, and the latest action movie plays on the TV. 

The latest one, however, was the both of you laying in the bed of his truck watching the stars. The crisp, cool air nips at your skin, but Scott has his arm around you, so you stay warm. The moonlight makes his eyes sparkle as he looks at you, and it's the most intimate moment you've experienced. 

Well, not really… more like it's the most intimate moment your inner conscience has experienced. 

You blink and refocus; the last folder is open, revealing the final notes you need to copy over. The thought of leaving them for tomorrow crosses your mind, but the hard worker in you outweighs it, and you begin typing. 

By the time you're done, you're the last one in the office. After making sure you've secured the files and locked everything up, you head home to finish out the remainder of your night. 

Once again, you try to think about something other than your boss and your unwavering feelings for him, and once again, you fail. You begin to fall asleep and remember how Scott always looks at you when you refer to him as Mr. Huffman. His piercing, blue eyes are the last thing you see before sleep takes you.

The next morning, you wake up ten minutes before your scheduled alarm, so you decide to go ahead and shut it off. You couldn’t go back to sleep even if you tried. Wednesdays are your new favorite day. Not because it’s the middle of the week, but because Scott and you have lunch together. He makes sure to take the time to do that with you once a week just to ensure you’re not having any issues.  

A bright red and white sundress from your closet catches your eye, and you pair it with some white flats before styling your hair. A bit of light makeup finishes your look, and you’re happy to see that you have enough time to stop and grab Scott and yourself some coffee. Of course, you’ve memorized the way he takes it because why wouldn’t you? You loved seeing him smile, and you’ll take advantage of being the cause of it every chance you get.

You’re running about fifteen minutes late once you pull into the staff parking lot, but hopefully, the coffee gesture qualifies as a get-out-of-jail-free card. By the time you make it to the hallway that your office is in, you can hear Carl talking and you try not to let the fact that he’s already probably starting his usual shit sour your mood. What you weren’t prepared for was him sitting behind your desk, flipping through your sketchbook, and about ready to show every single one of your drawings to Scott. 

You freeze in the doorway, unable to even breathe as you listen to what he says. They haven’t seen you yet, and you’re hoping that they won’t. “I told you that little girl’s got a thing for you, man. Just look at what I found inside her bottom desk drawer.”

Scott whips around, venom laced in his tone as he fires back at his colleague. “First of all, Y/N isn’t a little kid. She’s eighteen, and she does amazing work for me that I would never be able to accomplish without her. Second of all, leave her things alo-” He stops, words dying on his tongue as he takes in what he’s seeing.

Drawings.

Multiple pages of drawings and they’re of him.

It’s then that they both look up and see you standing there with humiliation and sheer terror all over your face. You still haven’t taken a breath, and you pray that the floor opens up and swallows you whole. 

Carl sneers, “see that? Just look at her. She was too scared to tell you how she felt, and now that her dirty little secret’s out, she still can’t own up to how inappropriate this is.” 

You finally suck in a breath, but your throat still feels like it’s closing up. Tears sting your eyes, and you begin to shake as the coffee falls from your hands and spills all over the carpet. Scott shoots Carl a death glare and starts towards you, but before he can get close, you turn on your heel and take off running. 

“Y/N, wait!” Scott calls after you, but it’s no use. He’s lost sight of you in the sea of people still coming in to start their morning shifts. That’s it. He’s had enough of the way Carl bullies everyone, and he’s especially had it with the way he treats you. He storms back into your portion of the office and snatches the sketchbook out of his hands.

“Get. Out.”

Carl chuckles, “aw come on. I was just teasing her.”

Scott grabs him by the front of his shirt and slams him against the wall, his eyes narrowed to thin, perilous slits. “Yeah, well, it wasn’t fucking funny, Stanton. Y/N is a wonderful woman and an even harder worker that I go out of my way to make feel welcomed and valued here. I’m sure she already catches shit for how young she is, but that doesn’t mean she needs to get it from you, too. You’re a fucking bully, and I never want to see so much as one of your goddamn toes step foot in this office again. Get. The. Fuck. Out!” 

Once Carl’s gone, Scott grabs his suit jacket and makes sure to lock up the office before going to find where you’d gone. He finally finds you crying in your car and gently taps on the glass, 

“Y/N”?

You wipe your eyes and roll down your window, “if you’ve come to mock me or tell me that I’m fired, save it. I just want to leave with what’s left of my dignity.”

He frowns, “what? You’re not fired, and I’m not going to mock you. I’m flattered that you’d take the time to draw me of all things.” He opens your door and holds his hand out. “Can we go talk? It is Wednesday, and you know I always treat you to lunch.” 

Everything inside of you wants to refuse, but you also don’t want to disappoint him, so you reluctantly take his hand and let him pull you to your feet. 

You're close, more so than you've ever been, and even though his face is blurry from the tears in your eyes, you can see the concern in his. Scott tries wiping your tear-stained cheeks with his thumbs, but fresh ones immediately take their place. It's so hard being in this moment with him, knowing that he's just going to let you down easy. Why would he, a thirty-seven-year-old man, want anything romantically to do with you, an eighteen-year-old woman?

“I wish I knew how to get you to stop crying,” Scott says softly. “Would you want to go sit at one of the picnic tables around back instead of going somewhere more public?”

You nod because you don’t quite trust yourself to talk yet and walk with him toward the side of the building. The two of you stay quiet, other than your occasional sniffle, and eventually take a seat at a table in the shade. He’s watching you, studying your demeanor, but it doesn’t make you feel uncomfortable. You’re still too nervous to look him in the eyes, so you pick at the varnish on your nails instead. 

A few minutes pass before he sighs, “I’m sorry about Carl. He’s an ass and had no right to treat you that way. I want you to know that I made him leave, and he won’t bother us again if he knows what’s good for him.” He hesitantly reaches across the table and gently grabs your hand. “Will you tell me what’s on your mind, sweetheart?”

Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and you blush furiously.

He called you, sweetheart!

You lick your dry lips and wipe your eyes with your free hand before looking up at him. It’s hard not to get your hopes up when he’s looking at you like this. “Well, I…there’s um…there’s a lot on my mind right now. For starters, you’re now fully aware of my feelings for you. How are you okay with this? I mean, no offense, but you’re technically old enough to be my father. Not that you look it. If I’m being honest, you look my age. I just find it hard to believe that someone like you could ever be interested in someone like me.”

Scott scoffs, “seriously? Do you truly believe that I wouldn’t be interested in someone as smart and as talented as you? Not to mention beautiful.” He leans across the table, and his free hand cups your cheek, so you stay looking at him. “Just like your drawings, you too are very beautiful, Y/N. Anyone would be lucky to have you, and yet, I’m the lucky one you chose to have feelings for.” 

His eyes move to your lips, “can I kiss you?” 

You swallow thickly, suddenly aware that anyone could see you two like this. He doesn’t seem to mind, so you throw caution to the wind and nod, “yes.”

His lips press to yours, slow and tentative, and you’re half expecting him to change his mind. He doesn’t though. He sighs and deepens the kiss, his other hand threading softly through your hair as he tilts his head to the side to gain better access. He kisses you like he wants to like he’s longed to be able to, and it makes your core throb at the thought of him wanting to do more with you. 

Scott pulls away, but he doesn’t go too far. His lip curls up in a slight smirk as his thumb grazes your lower lip. “Do you wanna get outta here?”

You stare at him with wide, unsure eyes. “What about work? Won’t we get into trouble for leaving after only being here part of the morning?”

He laughs and shakes his head, “honey, I’m your boss. You’d only get in trouble with me, and well,” he bites his lip, “I don’t plan on reprimanding you…yet.” 

“And what about you?” The concerned look on your face is the polar opposite of how your body reacts to his previous comment. If he only knew how your panties were soaked through at the thought of him choking you…spanking you… possibly even restraining you. Scott doesn’t seem like the type to be into such things, but you’ve always been told that it’s the sweet and quiet ones that are the most dominant in the bedroom.

“I’m taking the rest of the afternoon off.” He stands and holds out his hand to you for the second time that day. “Shall we?”

Scott strives for your comfort; of that much you’re sure. You fully believe that he would have offered to take you back to his place, but instead, he drives to yours, and you’re thankful that you took the time to clean up. 

It’s weird seeing your boss standing in the middle of your living room. He’s taking everything in, smiling at all of the artwork on your wall, and it’s then that you remember the piece you’ve been working on the nights that you couldn’t sleep. 

“I’ve um… I have something for you. I just finished it last night.” He follows you to your desk, and you watch as he carefully picks up the canvas. “I hope you don’t mind that I made you my official muse. I just… drawing you comes so easily to me and not to mention you’re really beautiful and I-” 

Scott slips his free arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. The intensity of his gaze renders you speechless. “I love it, Y/N. You don’t need to explain yourself to me.” 

He kisses you again; only this time, it’s more passionate, and you can sense his urgency as his mouth moves with yours. Scott blindly sets the artwork down and backs you up until your legs hit the foot of your bed. 

“Is this okay?” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and searches your eyes for any uncertainty.

“Yes, it’s more than okay.”

Scott captures your lips once more and gently lays you down. It amazes you how, at this moment, he looks even more beautiful, towering over you with the look of pure, unaltered desire in his eyes, and it’s all for you. 

His gaze rakes over you, taking in the way your sundress is bunched up around your hips, the way your chest rises and falls as you breathe heavily, but mostly it’s how you’re looking up at him. There’s so much adoration, so much trust that he’ll take care of you, and that, combined with the little bit of innocence in your eyes, is his undoing.

"God, you look so damn gorgeous, baby."

You reach for his belt to get it undone and he chuckles at your haste. “You don’t have to rush this, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.” 

A needy whine leaves your lips just as you get his zipper down, “But I want you.”

“And you have me, Y/N.” Scott pushes his dress pants down and kicks them off and his shirt joins them on the floor a moment later. Then he’s on you again, his teeth nipping the skin on your neck while his right hand pulls your panties to the side for better access. 

“You’re already so wet for me. I can’t wait to hear you scream for me while I make you cum on my cock, baby. I bet you’ll sound so pretty. 

Hearing him talk to you like this shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but you’ve thrown caution to the wind at this point. The way he’s grinding himself against your thigh makes it clear that he wants you just as bad anyway. 

“Scott, please…”

He moves down your body, leaving a chaste kiss in the valley of your breasts. His big hands hike up the bottom of your dress over the swell of your ass and he finally rests on his stomach between your spread legs. 

“I’ll take care of you, sweetheart.”

Scott’s fingertips hook around the waistband of your panties and he slowly slides them down your legs. He tosses them somewhere behind him and grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward him. Starting at your ankle, he leaves a trail of open-mouth kisses, each one a claim that leaves you more breathless the closer he gets to where you want him most. 

One of his hands holds you in place while the two middle fingers on his other one move slowly through your soaked folds. He pushes them in just as his lips close around your clit and you swear you’ve died and gone to heaven. 

“Scott! Oh, my god!”

He flicks your bundle of nerves with his tongue and moves his fingers slightly faster. “Mmm, you taste so fuckin’ good, baby. God, I could eat this pretty, little pussy all day. I swear.” He’s taking his time with you and although it feels sinfully good, you want more. You want to come undone on his tongue.

His movements are precise and calculated as if he’s trying to map out every place that makes you cry out for him. Scott’s grip tightens, his thumb slotting in the divot of your hip to allow for better leverage as he devours your pussy. 

Your hands tangle in his short, dark locks, desperately trying to pull him closer to your core as you grind against his mouth. The sensation of the way his tongue rolls across your clit is unlike anything you’ve ever felt and when he curls his fingers to rub the rough patch inside of you, it makes your eyes roll back. 

“Oh, my fucking god! Scott! Baby, please!”

His eyes lock with yours and he groans, the vibrations making your legs start to shake. The determination to make you fall apart for him is unmistakable. His pupils nearly cover all of the blues of his irises, and the way he’s looking at you makes you clench around him. 

“Oh, fuck… fuck you’re gonna…I’m gonna…”

Scott adds a third finger and you arch your back. You feel your walls begin to flutter and with one careful drag of his teeth, you shatter into a million pieces. He works you through it, slowly pumping his fingers while the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple over you in waves. Finally, he pulls off of you and you smile blissfully at him, the feral look on his face telling you that he’s not even close to being done with you. 

“I’m gonna fuck you full of my cum, babydoll.”  

He moves up so he can kiss you, the taste of yourself on his tongue making you whimper as he lines his cock up to your entrance. “Gonna fuckin’ ruin you, pretty girl.”

The stretch to accommodate him is a pleasure you’ve never known. He begins to move and you wrap your legs around his waist so he’s flush against you every time he slides home. He leans on his forearm so he can kiss you while the slow drag of his cock makes you moan his name like a prayer. 

“Scott! Oh, god, baby, you feel so good…”

“Yeah? Do you like that, Y/N? You’re bein’ so good for me, honey.” He peppers kisses along the column of your throat before sucking a reddish, purple mark in the same spot. “Fuck, your pussy’s so good…taking me so well. None of those boys your age know how to make you feel this way, do they baby? Come on, tell me. Tell me who fucks you this good.”

You cry out, the kindling of your second orgasm sparking into a red, hot flame. “You do! Fuck, baby, only you do!”

“That’s right, sweetheart. Only I can make you feel this good.”

Scott said he was going to ruin you, and he’s done just that. No one you’ve ever been with before has fucked you like this, and you’re convinced that no one else ever will. It doesn’t matter anyway because you can’t imagine wanting anyone else. You knew you were attracted to him from the beginning, but it took you until now to realize that you belong to him.

“Scott! Oh, god, please! Please, I want you to make me cum! I wanna be a good girl and cum for you again!”

His eyes gleam with lust as he looks down at you. “My sweet girl,” he coos. “You’re so polite. Asking me for permission and wanting to be my good little girl. Is that what you need? Do you need to cum all over my cock, baby?” 

You only nod, because it’s all you can do. He’s fucking you harder, the flared head of his dick hitting your spot at an angle that makes your vision go white. 

“That’s it, Y/N. Come on, honey. Let go for me.”

And so you do. You scream his name and nearly sob as pure bliss flows through your body like a tidal wave. Scott isn’t far behind, his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder as he paints your walls with his cum. 

You’re still shaking in his arms and you plant a soft his into his sweaty hair. He sighs and turns his head to the side so he can look up at you. 

“I don’t know how it’s possible, but I swear you’re even more beautiful.” 

You blush and shake your head, “Thank you, but you’re the beautiful one.”

“I’m serious, Y/N. You’re stunning.”

You smile, but it doesn’t meet your eyes and Scott frowns. “What do I have to do to prove it to you, pretty girl?”

You smile and lightly stroke his arm, “I don’t know, but I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

He closes his eyes and feels himself begin to drift off. He’d already decided the moment he realized you felt the same way he did. No matter what it takes, he’ll make sure you always know how much he cares for you. His reply comes easily, and even though it’s barely audible he knows you hear him.