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I am a Ant in the Jungle

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[writtenwants]

Every since my father married your father I’ve been watching you, waiting for the right time. When we’re home alone together for a weekend, our dad’s off on a “second honeymoon” even though they’ve only been married three months I know it’s time.

I wake up early the first morning they’re gone and sneak into your room. It’s summer, it’s warm, you’re sleeping naked, thin sheets bunched around your slim hips. I gently pull them down and groan softly as I see your pretty little cunt between your legs. This is going to be so much better than I thought.

I work slowly, careful not to wake you up as I get into bed with you and coax your legs open. I start slow, gentle licks and kisses that make you whimper in your sleep. Soon enough though I’m eating you out completely, your hips bucking and grinding against my face, my hands grip your thighs and you cum hard, the pleasure forcing you awake and you scream my name as you do. I groan against you realizing you were having a sex dream out me. I push your thighs open farther and keep eating you out, eating you until you cum again, screaming and sobbing, your hands gripping my hair seeming to push and tug at the same time.

I wring every drop of pleasure I can from that second climax before I move up your body and kiss you deeply, you juice still dripping from my lips. You kiss me back needily whining softly.

I thrust into your cunt bare, feeling it stretch around my thickness and you scream into the kiss. I pull back and you shudder, “It’s my first time.”

This turns me on so much I almost cum right there. But I grip your hands and pin them to the bed with one of my own, the other move between your legs and starts to play with your tdick.

“I’m going to wreck you.” I promise, something feral in my eyes.

I fuck you for hours, forcing you to cum over and over on my cock, pumping you full of load after load. I change positions, fuck you from behind, drilling you hard and deep and when I tell you I’m going to breed you, you cum so hard your squirt for the first time, soaking your bedding as I fill you up.

We fuck the whole weekend in every room we can, the night before our parents get home I breed you in their bed, knowing neither of them will know their eventual grandchild might have been conceived where they sleep every night.

[antsjungle]

Now my Favorite's person.

[darkmulti-deactivated20260327]

ruin you.

BTS

Series: Part 1 | Part 2

Pairings: Ex-boyfriend!Jungkook x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut & Angst

Word Count: 1.2K

CONTAINS DARK THEMES!

PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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A/N: Wrote this because I’ve been craving for ex-bf! Jungkook. It’s not good so don’t expect too much.

Warning(s): Physical abuse, slapping, squirting/omorashi, toxic behaviour, toxic household, dacryphilia kink, sadist!Jungkook, choking, manipulation, rough sex, breeding, mentions of child abuse,

THIS FIC CONTAINS NON CONSENSUAL SEX! PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!

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“P- please. I’ve ap- apologized, I- I have nothing more to give you. Please st- stop.”Jungkook ignored you and thrusted harder, earning another whimper from you. “I- I can give you all the money in my savings account but that’s really all I have. O- only a few hundred.” You sobbed, kicking your legs frantically but Jungkook wouldn’t budge. “Please, Jungkook! That’s all the money I have left! I don’t have anything else! I swear on my life. I don’t! Please!” The tears weren’t stopping any time soon. You were pinned down by him, unable to fight him off.

Jungkook was your ex-boyfriend. You both began dating in your first year of university and broke up in your third year. Your parents had no idea about your relationship with Jungkook. When they caught you, they weren’t thrilled about it. Your parents had already set you up for an arranged marriage, therefore dating was forbidden. Since you lived under their roof, you have to obey them. Your mother had told you that when you move out, you can start making decisions for yourself. Unfortunately, you didn’t have enough money to move out. Your mother refused to sign over your government money and you weren’t allowed to get a job. Alternatively, your parents set you up to fail. You wouldn't be able to escape the arranged marriage.

You messaged Jungkook to come over to your house. You were in your room, crying while packing all his hoodies and t-shirts he lent to you. On the other hand, Jungkook was overjoyed. He’d been to your house a total of three times in your three-year relationship. Jungkook knew that you had been keeping your relationship with him a secret from your parents, but for god sake, it's been three years! He thought you were finally going to introduce him to them, but when he arrived at your house he got the complete opposite. You were sitting on the front porch, crying. Jungkook immediately rushed to your side and engulfed you in a hug. “What’s wrong, baby? Did someone hurt you? Was it your parents? Please stop crying. I hate seeing you cry.”

“T- they want me to break up with you, Jungkook.” You sobbed into his neck, pouring your heart out on him. “What? Why? They haven’t even met me. Maybe if I meet them-”

“No, Jungkook. N- nothing’s going to work. I can never win against t- them.” You interrupt, wiping your tears away. “Here’s your stuff. I folded all your clothes nicely. It’s the least I can do.” You lifted the box and placed it on Jungkook’s lap. “You’re giving up on us that easily? You’re gonna throw our three-year relationship in the trash without even trying to save it? Did those three years mean nothing to you?”

“Please, Jungkook. Don't make this harder than it already is. Our relationship means the world to me, but you're asking me to choose between you or my parents.”

“Yeah, your parents who’ve abused you all your life and manipulated you into thinking that everything you do isn't good enough. If something doesn’t go right, they’ve trained you to believe it’s your fault. They have you wrapped around their finger and you don’t even know it.” Suddenly his panic turned into anger. “I know you’re upset, but I can’t argue with them. If I leave, my dad’s business will fall apart. They’ll kick me out and I’ll be homeless.” Jungkook looked at you with a spark of hope in his eyes. “That’s what you’re worried about? Being homeless? You have me, baby. If they kick you out, come straight to me and I’ll gladly take you in. Even now, you don’t have to stay here with them, just move in with me. I’ll take care of you.” You smile at his kind offer. “I can’t accept that. I don’t want to be a burden.”

Jungkook cupped your cheeks. “You’re not a burden, Y/N. Don’t ever say something that ridiculous again. I can see my whole future with you. I could never imagine it with someone else. Please, come stay with me.”

His past words would always come around mocking you again and again. To be honest, you’d do just about anything to go back in the past and accept his offer. Maybe, you would’ve had the greatest life with Jungkook if you had just said yes. Now you’re under him, offering up everything you own just to make him stop.

Jungkook laughed to himself. Seeing you being so vulnerable turned him on even more. He made it his goal to make your life a living hell after your rejection. You were now homeless, kicked out of university and fired from your job because of him. He ruined your whole life and still wants more.

“Jungkook, please! I can’t anymore! It hurts!” You cried, trying to get up but failed because his body weight was holding you down. “Please get off me! I can’t breathe, Jungkook!” You instinctively started fighting back with the little energy you had left in your body. Since you were thrashing around, Jungkook found it harder to fuck you. Without hesitation, he slapped you across the face as hard as he could which caught you off guard. He grabbed your wrist and squeezed it until he was sure it was fractured. After injuring you, you started to quiet down because you were in so much pain. All you could do is cry.

“This is what you deserve for leaving me. You did this to yourself.” He growled, slapping you once again. Hearing his words made your heart sink. It sounded like something your parents would say. Jungkook knew all about your dysfunctional family life. He knew you were very sensitive about it which is why he used it against you. It’s your biggest weakness. You uncontrollably sobbed a little louder when he said that. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, I’m so sorry.” You whispered, covering your face with your hands.

Jungkook grabbed your throat and harshly slapped you. “Keep your mouth shut. I don’t want your worthless apologies.” He flipped you onto your stomach and spanked your ass. You were so weak, your head was pounding and your eyes were burning from all the crying, you ended up submitting to him. Allowing him to use your body however he liked. You were on the verge of passing out when he picked you up and began fucking you as hard as possible. You held onto his broad shoulders for dear life. All of sudden, you had a strong urge to pee. You softly managed to say, “J-jungkook… pee.” The man heard you but didn’t care to stop. “B- bathroom… Stop. I ha- ah!”

“Let it out, now.” Jungkook pushed you up against the wall, sliding his cock deep inside your cunt, waiting for you to squirt. “I can’t. I- I don’t want to.” Jungkook rolled his eyes and began rubbing your clit. “No! I can’t hold it!” Your walls throbbed around Jungkook before you released your urine, creating a puddle on the floor. Jungkook pushed his tip deep inside your cunt and came.

You physically could not handle it and ended up passing out in his arms. Jungkook immediately let go of you, causing you to hit the ground. He put his clothes back on but before he left, he observed your state. Your hair was wet from all the sweat and tears. Tear stains on your cheeks. Hickeys covered your neck, collarbone and jawline. Both of your wrists were swollen as well as your lips. His cum was leaking down your thighs.

He completely ruined you.

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I apologize for any mistakes!

I hope you enjoyed!

xoxo,

naina

[antsjungle]

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[darkmulti-deactivated20260327]

Hi! I love your blog! So hard to find a non con writers! Ignore the haters, just keep doing what you love! You’re not alone!

So happy to see your request open! I’d like to request a NON CON where Mafia JK fell in love at first sight with innocent reader and bought her in an auction. He is obsessed with her so he marries her and deflowered her, stuffing his thick manhood in her and. JK has a bloodplay kink. He wouldn’t stop fucking her until she passed out everyday. Milking her dry from orgasms. Thank you 💜

-> Thank you for the reassurance❣️

⚠️: BLOOD PLAY, NON CON, human trafficking, virgin reader, physical, mental & emotional abuse, little/innocent!reader, ddlg-ish, manipulation

“Get the hell up, you have to get ready.”

The man kicked you in your stomach and grabbed your arm, pulling you upstairs to the bathroom

“Wear this dress and fix up your face.”

He left the bathroom and you quickly jumped into the shower

Today was the “big day”

You were being auctioned off

Obviously, you were terrified and nervous

However, your current “owners” said that if someone doesn’t buy you today, they’ll make your life a living hell

They were hungry for money and if no one wanted you, you would’ve been a big waste of their money, time and energy

Well, not really — they just needed to blame someone for their lack of success

Plus, you’re the first person that they’re selling

They kidnapped you when you were walking home from the train station

You didn’t have much family nor friends which kinda made you the perfect target

You cooperated with your two “owners” because you didn’t want to get hurt

Yet, it still happened anyways

They’d often kick you, or slap you, or pull your hair

Nevertheless, you didn’t complain because you wanted to stay out of trouble

When you finished getting ready, your “owners” tied your arms and legs together and threw you into the trunk

The auction event was big

You could tell that you this event had plenty of rich and powerful people just by looking at all the cars

Your owners took you inside through the back door and told you to fix your hair

Once you did, they dragged you behind the stage and made you wait there for nearly 3 hours

There were other girls lined up in front and behind you, half looking terrified and half looking excited

In those three hours you overheard some girls talking about a certain man they wished to be bought by

Those were the girls who were “excited”

They were talking about how they went “all out” to impress him

You tend to not judge people but, you couldn’t help yourself

Who the fuck wants to be sold to anyone?

You couldn’t wrap your head around their thought process

They were practically gushing about this mafia guy who was supposedly young and handsome

Even if he was, why the hell would you want to be someone else’s property?

You muted their voices so you didn’t have to hear their nonsense and soon enough the auction started

One by one, girls and boys went up on stage and the bidding started

You were surprised because some of those girls got sold for only a couple hundred bucks

When it was your turn, your owners basically dragged you on stage and held you wrist as tight as they could so you couldn’t run

“A young, ripe, virgin finishing up university. Starting bid, $50,000.”

One by one, people raised their auction paddles and offered more for you

Your owners went wide eyed after the bids started increasing by $10,000

You eventually passed 1 million and were near 2 million

Random old men were raising their paddles higher and higher, determined to buy you

Eventually one of them had enough and said “5 million dollars!”

The room went silent and your owners were about to say “sold!” when someone interrupted and said “10 million dollars”

Even your mouth dropped

10 million?!

The man stood up and walked closer to the stage

Your two owners recognized him and started bowing multiple times

“S-She’s all yours, Mr. Jeon! Thank you so much. Please take her.”

This was the first time you saw the two males scared and nervous

And it kinda frightened you

It took a lot to scare those two but, this guy did it effortlessly

So, what in the world would happen to you?

You got dragged off stage again and the auction continued

You were dragged into a private room where the man who had just bought you gave the two men 10 million in cash

7 brief cases stacked on top of each other, full of hundreds

The two males happily accepted and let you go with the man

He didn’t want to stick around for the event so, he pulled you out of the building and pushed you into the car

“Anders, drive us home.”

The car ride was silent in the beginning

You’re eyes were glued on the window and his were glued on his phone

About an hour later, you fell asleep against the window and he noticed

He slapped you across the face and pulled you’re body away from the door

“What’re you sleeping for? You did absolutely nothing today. Do you think you’re some kind of princess? Do you think can sleep wherever you want whenever you want? Keep your eyes open. If I catch you sleeping again, I’ll make you regret it.”

Tears gathered in your eyes and you couldn’t hold it in

You started to sniffle, making Jungkook look over at you

“Shut up! If I hear you cry, I’ll force you to walk all the way home, barefoot”

You covered your mouth with your hand and lowered your head

After taking a moment to breathe normally, you apologized

“I’m sorry, Mr. Jeon. I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrows

“How do you know my last name?”

“I heard my owners call you by that na-”

Another smack on your cheek, this time a little harder

“How dare you call them your owners?!”

Your eyes held so much terror, and it was a turn on for Jungkook

That was the moment he realized how much control he had over you

You were so naive and innocent, it made him want to ruin you

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Jeon! I didn’t realize! It was an honest mistake.”

“Just wait until we get home” he muttered under his breath but you were able to make it out

You were terrified and rightfully so

Once you got home, Jungkook didn’t have any mercy on you

You were running from him, not knowing where you were going

You ran upstairs into a large bedroom and locked the door

“Please, don’t hurt me!” You cried, clutching onto the top of your dress that he ripped apart

You thought he was on the other side of the door, calming down but the closet door busted open and there he was

You tried to open the room door but he was faster and pulled you back onto the bed

“Already causing so much trouble for me, little one.”

He hovered over you

“I’m sorry. I’m scared. Please, don’t kill me.”

You started to cry under him

You looked so precious, begging for your life

He couldn’t resist

He took off his suit and ripped your dress open

Underneath, you were wearing a red and black lace lingerie

He let out a low growl before attacking your neck and marking you all over

“Wait! Sir! Please! Mr- agh! Mr- Mr. Jeon! No! I’ll give you money! Please! I can give you all the money in my bank account if you just let me go! $59,000 is all I have! I can-”

Jungkook started to chuckle against your neck

“59,000 dollars? That’s all? You expect me to set you free after you give me 59,000 dollars?”

He laughed right in your face which broke your heart

It was your hard earned money

You hated to see someone discredit your hard work just like that

You frowned and got tearful

“It’s all the money I have.”

You said in a quavering voice

Jungkook looked at you

You were dead serious

“I bought you for 10 million dollars and you want me to set you free for $59,000. Anyone with a brain would deny that offer.”

He slapped you again and continued on

Jungkook sucked your neck, breast and chest; leaving dark, purple marks all over

“Wait! Mr. Jeon, I-I’m actually waiting till m-marriage.”

“That doesn’t matter, anymore. You’ll be getting married to me, anyways.”

“No! Please!”

Jungkook pulled down your underwear and rubbed two fingers up your slit, making you shiver

“So pretty. I can’t wait anymore.”

He pulled out his thick shaft and you started to panic

“No! No, no, please! I don’t want this! I don’t want to do this, please!”

He spat on your opening for some lub and pushed his whole length in harshly

You groaned in pain when he did but couldn’t fight back

Your hands were against his chest but, pushing him off wasn’t easy

He started thrusting inside of you at a cruel speed, causing you gasp really loudly before wailing

“Hey! Stop! Please! It hurts!”

Jungkook pinned your wrist next to your head and fucked you deeply

After hours of fucking, cum and blood covered his cock and the bedsheet

He smeared the blood and cum mix all over your body

“Look at you, covered in your virgin blood mixed with my cum. You look so pretty.”

You were mumbling incoherent words, unable to think straight

He forced three orgasms out of you, of course you weren’t able to think straight

Sweat covered your forehead and your tight hole was leaking cum and blood

He pushed in one more time and began fucking you hard

You were squealing under him, telling him to stop yet he slapped your ass and grabbed your throat

“Your cunt seems to love my cock. That’s why you’re cumming so much around me. So stop telling me that it hurts because I know it’s a lie.”

One more deep push and you both came together

He laid down next to you and pulled you onto his chest

“Next week, you’ll officially be mine.”

You weren’t listening

Because you were passed out

It was your first time and he had made you cum at least 17 times

It would be surprising if you didn’t pass out

Jungkook didn’t lie when he said that you’ll be his in the next week

He made one phone call and whoever was on the end of the line planned a huge wedding in a week

You woke up one day and were forced into a white gown

Once you put the pieces together, you had a panic attack

You were getting married to this man you’ve only known for a week

You were being so uncooperative to the point where Jungkook had to come to you and set you straight

He quickly fucked you back into submission and made you get ready for your wedding

After your wedding, loads of fucking

You guys didn’t even show up to your reception party because Jungkook could not stop fucking you

And it continued like this for a very long time

You weren’t sure how you were still producing cum

Every morning, every night, sometimes in the middle of the day, he wants to have sex

It’s not like he’s slow or gentle either— he’s aggressive in bed, it’s tough to handle him

You usually end up passing out and even that doesn’t stop him

The next morning you wake up tired and sore however, he wakes up needy and wanting more

Sometimes he’ll fuck you hard enough to make you pass out right in the morning

Even when he comes back from a mission, he still has the energy to fuck you

You just don’t understand

For weeks, you can’t walk straight because of him

And it hurts to put any sort of pressure on your lower abdomen

Despite all of that, you still love him

After all the manipulation and brain washing he’s done to you, he’s convinced you that you’re in love with him

And that you won’t survive without him

You’ve been craving for love and attention for your whole life and Jungkook was finally giving some

Why would you want the person who makes you feel loved and appreciated gone from your life?

Jungkook used guilt tripping to make you stay with him

Not to mention, taking advantage of your toxic past

Stockholm syndrome ending for the win 🥇

Sorry for any mistakes!! Have a good day<3

[antsjungle]

I just couldn't resist.

[helvonasche]

revenge of the kinks #15 - babysitter/nanny (Bucky x Reader)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Rating: NSFW

Word Count: 2,711

Warnings: Angst, mild confrontation, rough sex, Bucky's a tease, and no foreplay (unless arguing counts, and it does)

Listening to: Body by Mother Mother

Summary: Bucky’s got a staring problem, and the MC is not having it.

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"Morgan, you're killing me, kid," you hiss as you chase after the six-year-old. 

She cackles as she rounds a corner, not a single fuck given, emphasizing that she is her father's child. You don't actually care, picking up the pace to catch her. No one else is in the training room, and she has finished her lessons for the day. The kid earned some playtime. 

You usually didn't spend as much time with her; Pepper and Tony weren't the types to dump their kid on the nanny. You were barely a nanny, even though that's what they called you. Your job was closer to an occasional tutor when Pepper or Tony were busy and on-call babysitter. More often you were called in to keep an eye on Morgan at night so Tony and Pepper could go out. 

The irregular and sometimes chaotic hours didn't bother you. You were a salaried employee and Tony insisted that being available was the important part, not that you put in your 40 hours. You also knew they had gone through a few nannies before you, but Morgan seemed to like you. 

Wrapping your arms around her as she squealed, you laughed, "Got you!"

"Never surrender!" she shouted with glee, and you couldn't hold her back. The kid had dreams; who were you to squash them? 

Morgan squealed with delight as she wiggled free and bolted. You leaned against the pillar you were hiding behind, and that's when the now-familiar feeling of being watched hit you. At this point, you didn't bother figuring out where he might be; it wouldn't do anything but start a bizarre staring contest. Instead, you shook it off and ran to cut Morgan off before she could get out of the training room. 

You liked your job but hadn't intended to be a billionaire's nanny. You'd had a rough start to life, then the middle was patchy, and college had some dark spots… Life had been interesting, but things were much better now. And you were going to make sure that Tony wouldn't regret giving a fuck-up like you a chance. Even if it meant you had to deal with the Creep.

The Creep was the only one you weren't formally introduced to the first time you came to the Avenger's compound. When Tony needed to be there, he wanted Pepper and Morgan to come along, which meant you did too. You had assumed that, like Tony, meeting any other superheroes would be easy. They were people. 

You were wrong. You were a blushing idiot, stumbling over your words and trying hard to keep your thoughts to yourself. It wasn't just the obvious ones, like Captain America or Thor. Nope, that was probably expected; people could handle a reaction like that to them, but that's not who you lost your shit over. You could barely hide your excitement when the redhead approached you and introduced herself in that voice. Natasha was the worst because she knew the effect she had on you. 

But you were over that now, mostly. Well, you weren't drooling over Natasha anymore and could almost carry a conversation. Anything beyond small talk and you'd come undone, so you did your best to avoid any one-on-one talks with her, which was easy. 

The Creep was the only person who hadn't been there that first day. You hadn't given him that name immediately; he'd earned it. The first time you met him, Sam had told him to quit staring and introduce himself, and you should have known then that he'd be a problem. 

With a big smile and a hand out, you greeted him like anyone else. Maybe you were a bit too friendly, perhaps he wasn't used to people being nice, but it didn't matter what caused it. 

The Creep looked uncomfortable but took your hand with his gloved one and said, "'M Bucky."

That's it. That's the only thing you'd heard him say for months. Even when other people talked to him, if you were around, he was effectively mute. Now he could at least talk to other people, but all he did was stare at you. You never found any dead animals or weird notes, nothing to imply that he was doing more than leering at you. It bothered you, but not enough to do anything other than roll your eyes every once in a while. Besides, you didn't even see any of the Avengers that much. You spent most of your time hanging out with a six-year-old or reading. 

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At the end of a particularly tiring day of keeping Morgan out of trouble and entertained, she was finally in bed. Before you could make it to your room, Tony cut you off, "There you are."

"And here I go," you say, reaching for your door.

"Or…" Tony starts, stepping between you and your door, "You come up and have dinner?"

"I had vegan macaroni and cheese with Morgan," you said, hoping you'd get out of this. 

Tony winced, but not in pain; he was overly expressive with his face as he said, "Alcohol and adult conversation?"

"Which adults?" you ask skeptically.

You had been tricked, but your tired brain hadn't realized it until it was too late. Sitting at the large table, surrounded by giant children who saved the world occasionally, you felt like screaming. On top of being seated next to an overdressed Natasha, you were across from the Creep who was creeping. It was a nightmare sandwich. 

Dinner was good, though; the wine made it easy to ignore your crush on Natasha. You couldn't ignore the Creep. Any time you noticed him staring, you'd end up staring right back until something else stopped one of you.  

With nothing but time on your hands to think and only one thing on your mind, you wondered why he did this. Initially, you had thought it was because you were a stranger, but that didn't make sense anymore. You'd been Morgan's nanny for over a year and spent more time at the compound than any of the Avengers at this point. 

You had other ideas, but the wine made it seem like a good idea to confront him. Find out from him why he's so creepy. Maybe he'd get a new nickname. The options were endless, like Grumpy, Cranky, Sleepy, or Pissy. But what you really wanted was answers. Excusing yourself after another glass of wine, you made your escape. 

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As if finding his room quickly and the door unlocked hadn't been enough, you only had to wait a few minutes before the door opened again. You waited until he noticed he wasn't alone before you did anything. Give the Creep a taste of what it's like to be creeped on.

He turns the light on and freezes as you smile as you say, "We need to talk."

When he doesn't do anything but stare, you drop the smile and say in a bored voice, "You have a staring problem."

"No, I don't," he blurts, looking almost stunned that he'd said that much. 

"And you're a liar," you point out. 

Before you can say anything else, he asks, "How'd you get in my room?"

He didn't ask why or what you wanted; he just wanted to know how, like a creep. You sighed as you explained, "Your door was unlocked. You gonna tell me why you glare at me like I kicked your puppy or just stop doing it?"

He looked away from you as he muttered, "Sorry."

"Apologizing wasn't an option," you say, sounding as irritated as you felt, "Either stop doing it or explain yourself."

"I'll… stop?" he said, his voice uncertain and his words coming out like a question instead of a statement.

Your irritation melted into disappointment, and you decided this wasn't enough, "I changed my mind. I need to know why."

Still the creepy statue, his eyes dart to the left again before he says, "Um…."

To say you snapped or lost it wouldn't be entirely accurate. Something about his hesitation and avoidance bothered you, like someone walking around with their shoelaces untied, and all you want to do is step on the flapping laces to trip them up. Clapping your hands together, you started guessing, "If it's a security thing, Tony did a full background check. I'm far from a perfect person, but I'm good enough to nanny for him. And I'm just a nanny."

He hasn't moved. If anything, he's moved less. You wonder if he stopped breathing as you sit on his bed and ask, "Do you not like new people?"

Finally, a response: he shrugs, sort of. You press on, already in too deep to turn back now anyway, "Well then. I grew up in the middle of butt-fucking nowhere, got out, made some dumb decisions, and now I work for Tony. I prefer dogs over cats, but I don't hate cats. My favorite color is red, like a deep-blood color. I don't like cheeseca—"

"What are you doing?" he asked, probably the longest string of words you'd heard come out of his mouth in one go. 

"Telling you about myself," you say in a condescending tone, "Can't be disliked for being new and unfamiliar if you know me."

He shifted on his feet and moved back slightly. You were quickly noticing how restrained he was, but it only made those tiny movements more important. If someone didn't like emoting or reacting, then when they finally did, it would give away much more than they intended. To your surprise, he spoke without you asking a question, "I don't dislike you."

Narrowing your eyes at him, you asked, "Do you know about double negatives?"

"What?" he asked, turning his head slightly. 

"Nevermind," you brushed off his question and pushed on, "If you told me what the problem was, then I could resolve it. I don't really like being stared at all the time, and we both know you aren't going to stop. So… tell me what's wrong."

Even when he tried to speak, he didn't move, "I… um…."

"Cute," you were reaching a breaking point and going to blame the wine on whatever happened next, "Maybe you can write it down? Interpretive dance? Sign language?"

"What?" he asked, brows twitching like he wanted to furrow them. 

You stand up, deciding that if he isn't going to do anything, you'd have to push harder. With the default smile on your face, you said, "You do seem to love that word." As you took a step toward him, you added, "Let's see if I can guess it then."

"You hate nannies?" you ask, and nothing. He's definitely holding his breath. Taking a step closer, you try, "You like nannies?"

His eyes darted to the left. You are careful not to change your expression as you nearly explode internally with how obvious he's being. Another step toward him, "Is it the maternal thing?"

He's holding his breath again, and you wonder if you just wait long enough if he'll pass out. Instead, you ask, "Authority kink?" Still nothing, and you can't get much closer to him without touching him. You aren't backing down, but you do take a slightly smaller step as you ask, "Is it me?"

He turns away from you slightly and narrows his eyes, the most significant reaction yet. You take another small step as you say, "Interesting… Wouldn't it be easier to just say something? I've heard stories about the others. It's not like y'all aren't allowed to—"

Despite your irritation, you didn't push him away when he kissed you. Instead, you moaned and kissed him back. When he broke away from you, your eyes were still closed as you whimpered before he said, "I'd ask you to shut up, but that's impossible."

"Oh, fuck off, Creepy," you shout before slapping your hand over your mouth and muttering an apology. You aren't able to apologize properly before you are slammed against a wall. 

"Creepy?" he asked, but you knew better than to answer, letting him speak, "I've been called worse."

Something about that doesn't land right. You worry you might have gone too far in your little game to find out why, but you also hadn't expected him to kiss you or to enjoy it that much. Cree-Bucky wasn't that bad when he pressed you against a wall instead of staring at you, even though he was still staring at you. Instead of waiting for him to tell you some sob story that you wouldn't believe anyway, you let the wine take the wheel, "You gonna stare at me or fuck me?"

"Both," he practically growled before kissing you again. 

He was rough, and it made any remaining irritation fade away. Quickly getting your shirt and jeans off as he did the same, you weren't fully prepared for him to pick you up and carry you to his bed. Dropping you unceremoniously into the middle, he jerked you down, so your ass was almost hanging off the edge and smirked at your stunned expression. Before you could tell him off, you were rendered speechless. 

The heavy thing he slapped against your cunt was a game changer, and you could admit that you were wrong about him. He was just shy and needed a little shove in the right direction. You also didn't realize you were as ready to go as you were and wanted to slap the knowing smirk off his face. 

You forgot about all that as he started to sink into you. He took his time, easing his cock into you, staring at you as you crumbled beneath him. Before he was even halfway, he broke too, his head dropping as he moaned, "Not sure you can handle me."

"Shut your fucking mouth," you hiss, glaring at him, "It's just been a while."

He falls forward, catching himself on his hands as he studies your face, "You want it that bad, huh?"

When you don't reply, he thrusts into you, and you moan. You are having a hard time thinking about anything else besides the dick currently ruining your pussy; then he speaks again, "Oh, doll, you need it, don't you?"

"I do," you whimper, all pretense dropped. 

He nods, getting closer as he whispers, "Need that attitude fucked out of you." You don't protest; instead, you nod as you moan while he goes a little deeper. Then you realize he might have been watching you closer than you thought as he said, "Don't worry, I'll make sure you can throw that stupid toy away."

You aren't bothered that he knows about your vibrator, and that concerns you, but only briefly. Bucky can't move any closer, his hips are flush against you, and he starts to pull back. Your back arches as you moan his name, then he's slowly filling you again. 

"Guess you were right. It fits," Bucky sighs, still moving at the same painfully slow pace that has you feeling every inch of him. He pushes himself up, watching as his cock stretches your cunt, and says, "You are soaked." He glances up and asks, "Can you cum like this?"

Before you can answer, his hand settles above your sex, and he starts pressing his thumb against your clit. You cry out and beg, "Pleasepleasepleasefuckfuck…. Fuck me, pleeeeaaase…”

But he shakes his head, "Not yet." He has to be able to feel how close you are, and all he'd have to do is pick up the pace just a little, but he isn't. Instead, he says, "You cum for me like this, and if it's good enough, I might fuck you."

You whine, but he lied. His thumb moves faster and with more pressure, and you finally cum. It's glorious because you can hear how it's affecting him. As you start to relax, he stands and grabs your hips. You stare at him in shock, his cock somehow deeper inside you, before he starts hammering into you. Fucking you harder than you were prepared for, and you can't even make a sound as you start cumming again. 

All you can hear is the sound of him fucking you stupid as he says through gritted teeth, "Knew I could shut you up."

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I had to repost this, love this chapter.