Pairing: Ari Levinson x escort!Reader x Steve Rogers
Summary: Your favorite client has a surprise for you on Valentine's Day.
Warnings: AU, voyeurism, threesome, oral (f + m receiving), m masturbation, unprotected sex, fingering, anal, 18+
Word count: ~3,500
A/n: This is my first time writing more than one character in the same fic, so I hope it's readable!!! I enjoyed writing this a lot and I'm excited about it and I hate saying that cause I fear I'll jinx it and it'll flop, but I really hope you enjoy it if you give it a chance 🥹💝 Happy Valentine's Day!
You’re no stranger to the dimly lit, quiet hallway. The walls have echoed the sound of your heels against the tile floor back to you countless times. Instructions are always the same – Let yourself in, the door is unlocked.
Your first time here was terrifying. It was one of your first jobs and you were naive back then. Who knew there were guys so desperate for your company that they would trust you enough to just walk into their penthouses.
You remember your hand shaking as you took a deep breath and reached for the door. It’s funny now because it couldn’t be any more different than how you confidently stride in tonight.
Since then, this guy – Ari – has become one of your regulars. Despite what you were there for that first night, he had a way of making you feel comfortable instantly, which certainly isn’t always the case.
“You couldn’t get anyone else to keep you company on Valentine’s Day?” Your quip carries as you walk in. The sound of ice falling into a few glasses tells you he’s behind his bar, so you follow it. “Had to settle for me?”
“It was you or no one.” He winks as he tops off your drink, always sure to have your favorite ready for you. “You know that by now, sweetheart.”
He’s told you time and time again that you’re the only reason he keeps the agency’s business card on hand. But you’ve convinced yourself that he tells all the girls that… In an attempt to not get attached. He makes it damn hard not to though.
Taking the drink from his reached out hand, you roll your eyes. That’s when they land on another man walking into the room.
“Oh–” You’re mid sip when you pull your glass away from your mouth, licking the small amount of alcohol off your lips. A switch flips and your professional persona is back on – Standing up straight with an innocent smile on your face. “I wasn’t expecting…”
A smirk tugs at the corner of Ari’s mouth. “Surprise.”
It’s clear to you where this is going, but you know men are simple creatures – They like when you play dumb. So you cock your head slightly, feigning confusion.
“This is Steve.”
You take in the sight of him – Tall, built, sleeves rolled up showing his to-die-for forearms. It’s your lucky day, you think to yourself. What are the chances of two attractive guys spending their Valentine’s Day with you?
You snap yourself out of ogling him, finally speaking to him. “Just ‘Steve’?”
You’re used to no last names, but it’s fun to tease them about it.
“For now,” he nods, mirroring your smile.
“Then hi, Steve,” you nod, holding out your hand to shake his.
It's his turn to let his eyes wander, but he's respectful about it, not letting his gaze linger for an uncomfortable amount of time. His eyes reach yours again and he lets go of your hand.
He shakes his head as if he's speechless for a moment. “Even more beautiful in person.”
“A smooth talker like Ari, huh?” You giggle.
Ari hands your drink back to you.
You flash him a smile, not dropping the innocent act yet. “Is your friend, Steve, staying?”
“I think you know the answer to that.” Ari sees right through it. “Why don't you go get ready for us? He brought a gift for you, you gotta try it on.”
Who are you to deny a gift? You let Ari walk you toward his bedroom door so he can have just a second alone with you.
“As long as it's okay with you…” His voice is low and genuine. He may pay to have sex with you, but he's still a gentleman. “I thought it would be fun to try something new, but you know I never want you to do anything you don't want to–”
“It's fine,” you chuckle, bringing a hand up to pat his cheek. “I promise it's fine. He better be as good as you though.”
With a teasing look, you open the door to step into his room and shut it again behind you before he can say fuck it and follow you in.
His bedroom is cozy. You've always thought that. He keeps it dark, allowing the glow from the city lights outside to illuminate it just enough – Just enough for the unspeakable things you ever do in here anyway.
Your eyes drift from the windows to the bed where there's a small box with a bow tied around it. There's a tag and it's addressed to you from Steve.
You would never ask any of these guys to their faces, but you always wonder if they know that gifts that aren't lingerie exist. Or even just different looking gift boxes to throw you off every once in a while.
Carefully removing the bow, you open the box. You can tell by the neatly folded lace and mesh that it’s a babydoll set. Matching red panties fall from underneath the top as you hold it up to take a look.
The lace detailing across your chest leaves little to the imagination as you look at yourself in the mirror once you have it on.
As if the two men in the other room can sense that you're ready, they walk in right as you're sitting on the edge of the bed to wait for them.
“Hot damn,” Ari whistles when his eyes fall on you.
So far, you can tell Steve is more reserved. He settles for a—not quite silent—but a whispered wow as he pulls the door closed behind him.
“Thanks for the gift, Steve.”
You flash him a soft smile and bat your eyelashes, leaning back to subtly push your chest forward. It works every time. His eyes noticeably linger there before making their way back up to yours.
Ari senses the tension between the two of you. You catch the smirk on his face—as if he’s a proud matchmaker—as he takes a few more steps to get close to you.
The brush of his fingers against your cheek gets you to look up at him.
“Why don’t we let you and Steve get acquainted first, hm?”
Nodding, you glance at Steve and he’s looking back at you for your approval.
The wave of your hand tells him to come closer and Ari steps back to take a seat on the sofa that faces the bed so he can watch the two of you.
“Sit,” you tell Steve, letting him switch places with you.
You do a slow twirl in front of him, showing off the set he got you, sure to move just enough so the hem of the top flows up, revealing the pretty bottoms underneath.
“Does it look as good on me as you hoped it would?” He bites his lip, admiring the way it hugs your body. You can tell it’s taking everything in him not to touch you, so you lean forward to whisper in his ear, “You can touch me.”
You don’t have to tell him twice. His hands go for your hips, finger tips pressing into your skin as he pulls you to straddle his lap.
“It looks beautiful.” His fingers trace some of the lace. “Pretty sure you would make anything look good though.”
“There you go with the smooth talking again,” you laugh. “What do you want me to call you?” Your hands come up to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Just your name? Sir… Maybe daddy?”
You suppress your smile when you swear you feel his cock twitch beneath you.
“What do you call Ari?” He asks, glancing over at his friend.
Before he can answer, you put your hand on Steve’s cheek to get his eyes back on you.
“He just has me call him Ari because he’s boring,” you joke. “I make fun of him all the time for it.”
“Got it,” he chuckles. “My name is fine too.”
“Yawn,” you sigh, pulling his shirt off of him and tossing it to the floor.
He raises an eyebrow at you. “What do I call you?”
“Whatever you want,” you smirk.
Steve’s quick to once again switch places with you, laying you at the edge of the bed so he can kneel between your legs.
Holding yourself up on your elbows, your head rolls back when he begins placing soft kisses along your inner thighs. He grins to himself, noticing the chill bumps that follow his touch as he caresses your legs.
He pulls away slightly to get your attention and looks up at you. “May I?”
His fingers hook on the waistband of your panties and you think he’s asking if he can take them off of you. So you nod, but he’s impatient, settling on just pulling them to the side instead.
He shakes his head seeing how wet you are for him already. “Gorgeous.”
A guttural groan falls from his lips before his mouth is on your pussy.
“Oh–” You gasp, letting your head fall back again. “God, Steve.”
You usually have to put on a show during sessions, but never with Ari, and not with this Steve guy either. Your moans and the arch of your back is genuine as he skillfully devours your pussy.
His tongue on your clit has your breaths becoming more shallow already. Lifting your head back up, you reach a hand down to run your fingers through his hair and give yourself leverage as you roll your hips against his face.
He chuckles and the vibrations from his voice have your eyes falling shut. With a few more strokes of his tongue along your slit, he slowly eases off, back to pressing a few last kisses to your thighs.
You let out a frustrated sigh. It felt too good for him to stop. He must have gotten a run down of the rules from Ari, you think to yourself. He knew not to let you come yet.
He untangles your fingers from his hair and holds your hand to pull you back up so you’re sitting in front of him. You let your lips meet his in a slow kiss, tasting yourself on him.
Ari clears his throat, reminding you both that he’s there. He’s rid himself of his clothes as he watched Steve warm you up.
“Send her over here,” he says from his spot on the sofa.
Steve breaks the kiss and gets out of the way so you can stand up. Your few steps toward Ari are done on shaky legs, practically falling into his lap once you get to him. But he stops you, holding his hands on your hips.
“Nuh-uh.” He shakes his head. “Face Steve.”
He helps you turn to face away from him, quickly helps you remove your panties, and guides you to sit back with your knees on either side of his thighs.
You reach down to stroke his cock a few times. He’s hard already from watching you and Steve.
Both of you moan out in unison as you sink down onto him. You have enough sex where you’d think it would be easy by now, but something about Ari is different. The way his cock stretches you open proves to be painful every time, but it’s a welcome pain, a pain that you crave when you’re not with him.
“Missed this, didn’t you?” He teases. All you can do is nod pathetically. “I know you always do.”
He helps you roll your hips, taking his cock as deep as you can. His hand slipping down, allowing his fingers to play with your clit, makes you cry out.
He knows what he’s doing. You won’t be able to hold back much longer. And he doesn't want you to.
“You getting shy on me?” He whispers, kissing your shoulder when you become quiet, focused on not coming yet.
You groan, legs beginning to quiver. “You know I’m not supposed to come until you have.”
He doesn’t let up. “Who’s gonna know?”
Your gaze shoots toward his friend on the bed who’s stroking his cock as he watches Ari fuck you.
“Him? You can trust him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here.”
Your eyes clench shut as you continue to ward off your orgasm.
“You don’t mind if she comes before us, do you?” He asks Steve.
“God no,” he moans, keeping his eyes on the way your cunt swallows Ari’s cock. “She can come as much as she wants for all I care.”
“You heard him,” Ari whispers in your ear. His fingers press harder against your swollen clit. “Come for us, princess.”
“Ah–” Your body betrays you, easily giving in to them.
The eruption of pleasure renders you numb, Ari having to take over to prolong your high.
“Good fuckin’ girl.”
Maybe he is just that strong, but it must be part adrenaline too, the way he manhandles you, keeping you bouncing on his cock when you don’t feel like you have control over your body to keep moving yourself.
“Ari!” You cry out, unable to take anymore. You can lift up just enough to let him slip out of you. “Fuck.”
Your chest heaves as you take a few shuddering breaths. He laughs a little, but you’re too in a daze to even notice. He keeps his hands on you as support while you turn to sit beside him with your legs over his and your head against his shoulder.
“I’ll have to start paying you at this point,” you joke.
“Nonsense…” His hand caressing your thigh moves slowly, nestling between your legs to part them, and you don’t know if his careful movement is out of consideration of the fact he just gave you a numbing orgasm that your body is still recovering from, or if he’s doing it to tease you and keep you a mess for him. “Your pleasure is my pleasure, remember?”
Your head falls back, lips parting in a silent moan when his fingers brush against your used cunt.
“Oh, sorry.” He frowns at you, voice laced with fake sympathy. “Are you sensitive?”
“Fuck you,” you laugh, hiding your face against his neck when it turns into a whimper.
When he lets up, you can’t help the quiet sigh of relief that escapes you.
“Why don’t you get on your knees for me now?”
“What about Steve?” You ask, giving him a wink before looking back to Ari with a pout.
“Greedy girl,” he chuckles. “Gonna let him have his turn fucking you?”
His hand slapping your cunt elicits a gasp from you.
All you can do is shake your head. You’re not used to being with two guys. Usually a blow job would mean a break for your poor pussy, but not tonight.
He leans to whisper closer to your ear, “What if we let him have your ass instead then, hm?”
“What?” You’re a little taken aback. “You’re the only one I let do that.”
“Only me?” An amused smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. He didn’t know that. “You fuck all these men and only I’ve had this pretty ass?”
You just shrug. A wave of heat washes over your skin.
“I knew I was your favorite,” he teases. “You can trust him though. I’ll make sure he’s gentle.”
“Here,” Ari says, handing Steve a bottle of lube.
You impatiently reach for Ari’s hand to pull him onto the bed with you.
“I’m not goin’ anywhere.” He chuckles at the desperation, giving in to you easily. “Trust me.”
Your eyes are fixated on his hard cock as he sits in front of you, legs spread to accommodate the position you’re in on your hands and knees. Lowering your head to take him in your mouth, he stops you with a hand resting on your cheek.
“Not yet.”
He waits for your eyes to meet his so he knows you’re listening, and you give him a nod.
Steve’s behind you proving your earlier assumption about him being more reserved. His hands roam your hips and your ass, reacquainting you with his touch while you grow desperate for more. You swear any other guy would damn near be coming by now instead of making you wait for it.
A frustrated groan is at the tip of your tongue and Ari can sense it.
“Slap her,” he tells Steve. “She likes that.”
Your eyes flutter shut when you feel the strike of his palm against your ass. And another slap elicits a soft moan from you.
Ari doesn’t let you look away from him as Steve gets more comfortable with you, finally dripping some lube to rub against your tight hole.
“That feel alright?” He asks, teasing you with his thumb.
You sigh. “Yes.”
Since you can't look back, you cast your pleading eyes at Ari.
“Oh–” You whimper, feeling him press his finger deeper. “Please.”
“Please what?” Ari can't suppress his smile. He loves fucking with you. “Tell us.”
“I…” I don’t know, you want to choke out. “Need both of you!”
“There you go,” he coos, rubbing his thumb against your cheek as he looks at Steve behind you. “Give it to her.”
Steve strokes his cock a few times before pressing the head of it against your tense hole. You suck in a breath at the feeling and he gently pats your lower back.
“Breathe, darling.”
Ari drops his hand from your face as you let out the breath and you take that as your cue to finally touch him.
You move your hand, resting it on his thigh. Your fingertips press against his skin as Steve pushes his cock deeper into you.
“Oh, wow.” Your jaw trembles, dropping open in a broken moan. “That feels good. Don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he groans.
You pull it together to run your hand up Ari’s thigh, reaching to wrap your fingers around his cock, but he puts a hand on your wrist, halting you.
“No hands,” he tells you. “Just that pretty mouth.”
“Why?” You have enough sense yet to poke fun at him. “You’ll come too fast?”
He scoffs, shaking his head at you, but he can’t help but smile.
“Harder, Steve.” He presses his hand against the back of your head to bring you down to his cock and you more-than-willingly open your mouth for him. “She can clearly take it if she’s still talking to us like that.”
“Shit, I know she can,” he pants. You moan around Ari’s dick as you push your hips back against Steve. “She’s fucking back against me she’s so desperate for it.”
“Christ.”
Ari’s head falls back. The room echoes with pleasure-filled sounds from all three of you. He keeps his hand on you as your head moves up and down, stilling you even when he feels you gag on him.
“Rub your clit, baby. Come for us again.”
You’re determined for them to let go before you this time. You listen to Ari, slipping your hand beneath you to play with your clit as Steve fucks you harder.
Not that you need to fake your pleasure with them, but you do play it up a little bit with some louder moans, letting the hum of your voice bring Ari over the edge.
“Fuck yes,” he groans, cock twitching as his release spills against your tongue. You gently ease off of him as you swallow what you can. He swears he could lose it again when you drop your face to lick up the rest of the mess that drips down his length and onto his skin. “There you go.”
You don’t miss a beat of continuing to tease your sensitive clit. The trembling of your legs has you clenching around Steve’s cock to keep yourself from coming yet. But as soon as you feel his hips stutter and his grip on your waist tighten to keep you in place, you let go. Your pleasure draws his out and your movements are sloppy, but you push your hips back against him again until he can’t take it anymore, reluctantly pulling out of you.
You can’t hold in the whine you let out when you lose the feeling of being full of him. It felt too good, but they don’t keep their hands off of you long enough for you to beg for more.
Ari knows you won’t be able to move on your own, so he helps you turn over to sit with your back against him as he holds your legs back for Steve to get between them and clean up the mess he and you made.
“You’re a fucking dream,” he laughs, pressing kisses against your neck.
Between the feeling of his lips and the occasional nips against your sensitive skin and the feeling of Steve taking his time, lapping at your pussy, residual jolts of pleasure course through your body.
“You can–” You’re cut off by your own quiet moan. “Damn– Bring the rest of your friends if they’re all this good.”
You feel his smirk and you know his words are a promise. “I’ll remember that.”
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader x Curtis Everett
Word Count: 3694
Summary: After a visit to Ransom's family, his mood sours and he takes it out on Curtis and reader. Pushing all the buttons until Curtis snaps.
Warnings: explicit language, dirty talk, smut, 18+, explicit sexual content, oral sex (both male and female receiving and giving), praise kink, threesome, fluff, nicknames, throuples, punishment, hand cuffs, ball gag, teasing, Ransom being an asshole, Curtis angry, choking,
A/N: This is purely a self-indulgent story/mini series. These three have been living in my head rent free. I’m obsessed with them and any people I’ve ranted to this about know, I have so many ideas for them. I love them and hope you guys do too! Thank you @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over this for me and @jobean12-blog for letting me talk through the ending with her ❤️ all mistakes are still my own! Thank you to some lovely ladies who know who they are for letting me talk their ears off about this, you guys are gems! 😘😘
Please do not repost, translate or copy my work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated! 😊
Dividers by the lovely @firefly-graphics
“Ugh, why is this place such a mess?” Ransom growled, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the couch, followed by his scarf. You glanced at Curtis, whose jaw was clenched. He had been patient with Ransom’s shit all day. This visit had been nothing short of a disaster, the words of his family still echoed in your head, despite the fact that you knew they were wrong. You didn’t know how Ransom dealt with them his whole life.
Your hand touched Curtis’ arm gently and he cocked an eyebrow, “Don’t, Curtis.” You whispered, shaking your head. He huffed holding back that feral side of him.
He still had some anger issues that he had been working through, but Ransom knew all the buttons to push. Curtis had never and would never hurt you, but he couldn’t stand by if anyone wronged you. Plus he always chose to channel his anger through other methods. Methods that you enjoyed very much.
The two of you followed the sounds of Ransom’s stomps and angry mumbles, through the house and up the stairs. You were hoping that now that you were home he would calm down, but it seemed his mood had soured more.
A loud crash came from the upstairs hallway and Curtis rushed even quicker up the stairs, you doing the same. Ransom stood near the door of the master bedroom, a large frame flat on the ground in front of him, the glass cracked. It was a photo the three of you had taken on your first vacation together. Ransom had you thrown over his shoulder, Curtis standing in the pool waiting to catch you. Your face was frozen in a playful scream, Ransom grinning wide, it was the perfect snapshot of glee. It had been sheer luck that your mother had captured the moment.
You had it framed shortly after seeing it; that moment made you so happy. Now it laid on the ground, shattered. The closer you got, you saw the frame was cracked too. Tears filled your eyes, you had spent so much time hunting down that frame. Ransom knew that, he was the one who took you to all the antique stores.
He was scowling down at the frame, “Why the fuck did you ever frame this stupid photo, y/n?” He snapped, his tone venomous. “Just a goddamn reminder of the happiness I don’t deserve.”
You stood frozen for a moment, the fact that he hadn’t called you Kitten or baby or something sweet, threw you through a loop. Recovering quickly you stepped towards him.
“Ran, handsome, you deserve happiness,” you said softly, “your family is wrong.” Your fingers barely touched his arm before he jerked away. The slightly softened look from when you had first spoken was now hard again.
“With who? With a desperate whore like you? A brute like him?” Ransom snarled. He was so hurt and like a wounded animal he was lashing out and you knew that. It didn’t change the fact that his words still cut like knives. A few tears escaped and you quickly wiped them away. “What Princess? Don’t like hearing the -”
His words were cut short by Curtis, who grabbed him by the throat and slammed him into the wall, shaking all the other frames. You hadn’t even heard him approach. It must have been the way your blood was roaring in your ears, otherwise how else would you have missed the crunch of his boots on the broken glass.
“Say it again,” Curtis growled, his face so close to Ransom’s. You couldn’t see his expression, but you knew his eyes were probably flashing with icy anger.
His body shook with rage and by Ransom’s shocked look, his teeth were bared.
“I said. Say. It. Again.” Curtis repeated, pulling Ransom forward before slamming him into the wall again.
Ransom opened his mouth then snapped it shut, thinking better of it. His eyes were wide, as he tried to compose himself. You knew better than most, how hard it was to focus when that large hand was squeezing your throat. Ransom shifted on his feet and your eyes caught on the hard shape that was becoming more apparent with every passing moment, pressing against his zipper.
“I’m sorry,” Ransom choked out, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Curtis’ anger dimmed slightly and he slowly released Ransom, who watched cautiously. When Curtis had put some distance between them, Ransom spoke again, “I’m sorry… that you think you have any sort of power over me. I’m a Drysdale, Everett, don't you forget that.”
Curtis let out an animalistic roar and charged Ransom, who tried to sidestep him but was trapped by the wall. Curtis grabbed his neck, dragging him into the bedroom, “Drysdale, my ass. I’ll show you, you fucking prick, just what kind of power I have over you.”
He tossed Ransom on the bed, towering over him. Random seemed to be scared silent this time. “Dove, get me the handcuffs. The metal ones, not the lined ones.”
You began to follow his instructions, halting when he said the metal ones.
“You heard me, Dove. Do it or I’ll take my ire out on your hide too.” Curtis said sternly over his shoulder. His words made you quicken your pace, opening the drawer of toys on the dresser to obtain the metal police-grade handcuffs. You turned to see Curtis yanking Ran’s sweater off his stoic body.
He gripped the other man’s throat again, yanking him up the bed until Ransom was laying on the pillows. He took the cuffs, locking Ransom’s hands to the headboard.
“Curtis,” Ransom whined, seeming to find his voice again. Curtis glared at him, silencing him again.
“Not a peep, Hugh. You brought this on yourself. Now I’m gonna make you eat your words by making you watch me fuck our girl, our queen.” Curtis said in a low voice, as he stripped Ransom of his pants and boxers. Curtis ghosted his fingers over Ransom’s erect cock, which stood at attention, a bead of precum begging to be licked off the red tip.
You licked your lips, needing to taste him, but you knew better than to interfere with Curtis’ punishment. Ransom’s hips lifted, trying to follow Curtis’ touch, slumping back down when he realized it was hopeless. He was smart enough to keep quiet this time. Curtis trailed his fingers along Ransom’s leg as he walked towards you.
Your body thrummed with anticipation, the look in his eyes promised pure destruction and you couldn’t wait. His large hands gripped your waist, tugging you to his strong chest. You oofed at the motion and before you could catch your breath, he kissed you. The kiss was filthy and sloppy, tongues exploring. He kissed you like he wanted to devour you, his hands grabbing ample handfuls of your ass. But you weren’t complaining, you could drown in Curtis’ kisses every day. Raking your nails through his short hair as he groaned into your mouth. The sound went straight to your core, making you clench your thighs.
The two of you lost yourselves in each other, clothes quickly discarded until nothing was left, just skin on skin. His beard burned along your skin as he kissed down your throat. The feeling made you arch into him, head falling back. Something about this position broke Ransom and he whined loudly. Curtis halted and you whimpered, drawing his attention back to you. He resumed his bites and licks, ducking down to shower your breasts with the same attention and marks that he had left all over your neck and collar bones.
You let out a broken cry when Curtis sucked as much of your breast as he could into his mouth. Grabbing his head, you held him to you. One of his hands was splayed on your lower back, holding you firmly to him as well.
Ransom whined again, kicking his feet like a child, the cuffs clinking as he strained up. Curtis released you with a wet pop and glared at him. Ransom was needy enough at this point and he continued pulling at the cuffs, his face slightly pained when they dug into his skin. A piece of his dark hair had fallen into his face and you wanted to reach out to push it back.
Curtis smirked at his desperation and manhandled you onto the bed. You were on your hands and knees, first at the foot of your bed, but Curtis guided you further up the bed. Your hands were on either side of Ransom’s torso, knees bracketing his thighs. His cock was pinned between your abdomens, the tip resting in the valley of your breasts.
Ransom’s eyes darkened at the sight of your breasts swaying on either side of his cock. This close up you could see a sheen of sweat coating his forehead and he licked his lips, seeing how you were watching him. You couldn't help yourself, you still wanted nothing more than to sink down on his cock, kiss those plush lips, feel those hands roam your body, but you stayed where Curtis placed you.
“Kitten, please,” Ransom whispered softly, watching over your shoulder for Curtis. You bit your lip, shaking your head. The mattress sank as Curtis climbed on the bed, slotting himself behind you, his knees on either side of Ransom’s shins.
Curtis kneaded your ass, slapping it to make it jiggle. Your whole body jolted forward slightly, making your breasts sway again, Ransom’s cock rubbing against you. Ransom grunted, rutting his hips up to grind against you.
Curtis’ hands rubbed your lower back and over your ass before his fingers slid through your folds. Your eyes shut, savoring how his fingers felt on you. His thumb rubbed over your clit lightly and you pushed your hips back needing more. Curtis complied, pressing hard, speeding up his circles.
“Fucking hell, Curtis. Please let me touch her!” Ransom begged. “I’ll do anything, just fuck, let me touch her.”
“Dove, can you grab the gag from the drawer?” Curtis asked and you nodded, leaning over to reach the drawer. It almost hurt you to listen to Ransom’s pleas to not grab it, but you pulled it out and held it up to show Curtis, “Good girl. Now put it on him please.”
“Yes sir.” You replied, laying down on Ransom to gain use of your arms and working the gag on him. Ransom gave you puppy dog eyes the whole time and it hurt your heart, making you reach out to stroke his face lovingly. Before you could even touch him, Curtis grabbed your hips, yanking you back and out of reach. You slammed your hands on the bed, steadying yourself again.
“No touching, Dove. He doesn’t deserve it. And Ransom,” Curtis leaned over you, resting his head on your shoulder, “if you keep rutting your hips up, I will cuff your feet, fuck I might even move her. I’m being nice letting you even see her, so don’t fucking push it.”
Ransom glared but couldn’t do much else. You could tell the effort he was putting in to not grinding his cock against and his body shook with the tension of holding back.
You gasped as you felt Curtis’ cock glide over your wet folds. Your gasp became a moan as he began nudging the tip of his cock into you. Curtis moved one hand to your shoulder and the other to your hip as he pushed into you. The familiar stretch was welcomed, your eyes rolling back into your head as he worked himself in, inch by inch.
His throbbing veiny length glided over your silky walls as he pulled out before pushing back in slowly, getting you accustomed to the stretch. “More please, Curtis.” You mewled, your hips trying to push back. He tightened his grip on your hip as a warning and you stopped immediately. Curtis’ anger was still boiling under the surface and you didn’t want to end up tied up like Ransom. You wanted him to use your body however he wanted, but not deprive you of your pleasure.
Your hands grabbed the sheets tightly, as his hips snapped forward before he began to fuck you relentlessly. Curtis angled his hips, until he heard you keen, knowing he found your sweet spot. Making sure he hit that spot every single time, Curtis drove your body through several levels of ecstasy, higher and higher until you hit your peak. You moaned, letting your orgasm wash over you as Ransom watched helplessly beneath you. Curtis slowed his thrusts, extending your orgasm out for as long as possible before he drew out of you.
You rested your head on Ransom’s chest, catching your breath before looking over your shoulder at your lover. His cock was bobbing, glistening in the light from your juices. His hands rubbed your back, helping you relax for a moment.
“Turn around for me, Dove, I want to feel that pretty mouth before I cum.” Curtis said, opening up Ransom’s legs open, slotting himself closer to you. You nodded, shifting around carefully so that your hands were placed beside Ransom’s hips. You began to crawl closer but Curtis shook his head, motioning you back until your cunt was hovering over Ransom’s face.
He let out a muffled groan, your leaking pussy tempting him so much. Curtis looked like he wanted to give in, let you ride his face, and give Ransom a reprieve, but you watched as he remembered what Ransom said earlier and he shut down again. Curtis grabbed the base of his cock, turning his focus back to you. You were waiting patiently with your mouth open, tongue out and he glided himself past your lips. Relaxing your throat you took him in as far as you could before he drew out. You swirled your tongue around his tip, sucking gently. The taste of him hit your tongue, a musky, tangy taste that was pure Curtis.
Curtis moaned as you sucked harder before bobbing your head. His hips moved in time with your bobs, and the sounds of slurping and moans filled the room, covering the sounds of Ransom’s desperate muffled sounds. You hummed around him, knowing how he liked the vibrations on his cock.
You took him all the way down, nuzzling your nose in coarse hairs at his base. The muscles of his abs tightened, signaling how close he was and you swallowed around him, knowing how he enjoyed the way your throat tightened around him. His hand found the back of your head, urging you to do it again. Complying to his wishes, Curtis moaned your name as his cum shot down your throat, filling your belly with salty goodness. He held you in place until he began to soften, its weight still heavy on your tongue.
Despite your jaw aching, you missed the feeling of him as soon as he pulled completely out and you pouted up at him through your lashes.
"Such a pretty baby you are, my lovely Dove," he cooed, leaning down to kiss your pouted lips, "Wish I had painted that face. Would have looked even prettier."
"Curtis," you whined, pointedly looking down at the painfully hard cock that was bobbing under you. The tip was so red and you felt bad for Ransom.
"Not yet," Curtis whispered before climbing off the bed. He helped you to your feet and pulled you out of the room. You looked over your shoulder at Ransom.
You couldn't deny what a pretty sight it was, Ransom splayed out of the bed, hands tied, mouth gagged. Parts of his face glistened from some of your juices that had dripped and his cock, thick and meaty, standing upright ready to be touched. Muffled complaints grew louder, as you began to leave the room, Curtis’ hand in yours was the only keeping you from turning back around and going to help Ransom.
Curtis handed you a glass of water as you leaned against the counter on wobbly legs.
“How long do you think we should leave him?” You asked, taking a long sip. Curtis shrugged, grabbing himself a Gatorade.
“Once I’m ready to go again, I guess. I want to fuck him as he fucks you,” Curtis smirked, “Have him feel me into next week. Maybe then he won’t be such a goddamn prick.”
You giggled, pondering a universe where Ransom wasn’t a prick. Almost was hard to fathom, and you stopped to think if you’d actually love him as much as you did if he wasn’t a prick.
“Well let’s get you ready to go again then. Our poor baby has suffered enough, in my opinion,” you replied, setting your glass to the side. You caged Curtis against the counter, leaning up to kiss him. He gripped your hips, pressing you closer. Wiggling your way down, you rested on your knees and danced your hands up his thighs. Your mouth left light kisses along his soft cock, your tongue flicking out to taste him.
You drew him into your mouth, sucking on him with your eyes looking up at him. He groaned, gripping the counter hard. Slowly he began to harden, and you pulled back, licking and sucking as he grew to his full length. Your nails dug into his thighs as he shoved you down on his hard shaft, not being able to help himself. A trail of spit followed your lips as you sat back on your heels, releasing him.
“Such a good girl, Dove. You are an angel, and he definitely doesn’t deserve your goodness,” Curtis stated, helping you to your feet. You shushed him, hitting him lightly on his chest as you pulled him back up the stairs.
At the sight of you two, Ransom started making excited noises and kicking his legs. You smiled softly at him, before glancing up at Curtis for permission. With a slight nod of his head, he let go of your hand and you practically ran to the bed. You undid his gag, and quickly searched for the key of the cuffs.
“Ahem,” Curtis cleared his throat and you looked over to see him holding the key. Snatching it, you undid the cuffs and placed a soft kiss of each wrist after you freed it. Ransom stayed motionless as he watched you handle him with such care. He held his breath as you pushed his hair back and kissed him on the forehead, then his nose. You kept eye contact with him as you leaned and kissed him softly. Ransom groaned, cupping your face as he flipped you over, caging you on the bed.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. I was such an ass and you didn’t deserve that. Neither of you did,” Ransom said, looking over at Curtis who nodded, accepting his apology this time. You caressed his cheek, bringing attention back to yourself. Ransom smiled at you softly, his eyes lighting up as he took in your face, “I love you.”
“I love you too, handsome,” you captured his lips with a grin, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your hips grinded up, whining at the feel of his hard cock over your sensitive folds.
“Fuck baby I’m not gonna last long but I need to feel you. Is that okay?” Ransom whispered, kissing along the hinge of your jaw. You hummed your approval and Ransom reached down, lining himself up. He barely wasted a moment, pushing into you in one swift motion. The two of you groaned loudly as he stretched you out.
“Oh don’t you both look so good like that? I know how to make it look even better,” Curtis chuckled, planting himself behind Ransom. You could see over Ransom’s shoulder as Curtis spread lube over Ransom’s puckered hole, smacking his tight ass in time with his circling thumb. Ransom whimpered, his hips bucking forward as Curtis pushed in his thumb.
Ransom’s cock was throbbing inside of you and he fought to stay absolutely still as Curtis worked his ass open a little bit longer before he pushed in. Ransom bit down on your neck, muffling his loud moan as Curtis filled him up.
You could feel Ransom’s chest rising and falling as he panted heavily, probably from the overstimulation of Curtis’s cock dragging over the spot that made him fuzzy. Curtis rolled his hips, fucking Ransom at a slow steady pace with deep long strokes. You carded your hands through his soft chestnut hair as Ransom made all kinds of noises in the crook of your neck.
He was so far gone that he couldn’t seem to begin thrusting into you. Poor baby was so needy, he was almost incapicated by his need to be fucked.
“Ransom, baby,” you cooed softly, earning you an incoherent mumble, “Are you okay?”
“So good, Kitten. Feels so fucking good,” he mumbled, lifting his head. His eyes were closed in ecstasy, squeezing tighter as you clenched around him, rolling your hips experimentally upward, “Oh do that again, please.”
You glanced over at Curtis, who looked both amused and incredibly turned on at how far gone the other man was. Lifting your hips again, you watched as Curtis gripped Ransom’s hips and together the two of you worked in tandem to ruin him.
Ransom didn’t seem to be able to do much other than mumble mindless strings of words. He was barely hovering over you, the force of Curtis’s hips jolting him forward. You kissed along his sharp jaw, and the column of his neck. Ransom managed to reach between you two, and began to circle your clit, aiding in getting you over the edge. You arched up, moaning as you came, your walls fluttering around him. Ransom didn’t last much longer after that, depositing his spend deep inside you.
Curtis grunted loudly, following shortly after the two of you. Pulling out he collapsed beside you while Ransom fell on top of you, his face towards Curtis. Drowsily he reached out for Curtis, and the three of you fell asleep like that, the two men holding hands over Curtis’ heart.
Time & Temptation - Roommates w/ Benefits (SERIES)
Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader, written in the standard MCU.
Be on the lookout for part 1 of my next series, but be forewarned that it will be smutty and all parts will likely be marked as mature (MINORS DNI, 18+). If your settings do not allow you to see mature content, it will be very difficult to find.
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Summary: You and Bucky go on your first mission since the one where you were exposed to the sex pollen. Only this time, you have a professional babysitter observing you both and a game that neither of you is willing to stop playing.
Warnings: mentions of previous smut and prelude to upcoming smut, profanity, teasing, brief mention of drug use as an analogy, dry humping, slight exhibitionism, MINORS DNI, 18+!!!
Feel free to comment and let me know if this requires any other warnings.
Word Count: 6.3k
Author's Note: Special thanks to @littlemiss-yeehaw for giving this a read earlier today and convincing me not to scrap it, and for going back through my blog and listing out the warnings that I might've been missing. A true angel.
It’s been 7 days since your chemically-induced lust-filled night with Bucky in the safehouse. 7 days since he had his hands on you, since he was inside you, since he last kissed you. It’s been 4 days since your first partner talk session with Dr. Raynor. 4 days spent wondering what might happen if she comes to a sure conclusion that the two of you really did have sex that night. Will she suggest to Fury that your partnership be terminated? Will she spill the secret to the rest of the team? You don’t even know what you want the outcome to be, but thinking about it puts you on edge.
Meanwhile, you and Bucky have been playing a very dangerous game. After that tense moment in the gym showers on Monday evening, you had a fairly normal team dinner upstairs. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Until the dinner turned into everyone piling into the main living area to watch some movie that Sam insisted was an absolutely necessary nightcap. Somehow, you ended up seated next to Bucky on one end of the sectional. You did a great job keeping your focus on the movie for the first thirty minutes. It wasn’t until Bucky very intentionally manspread on the couch that you felt like you were going to be needing an emergency exit. He made sure that the side of his thigh was pressed against the side of yours for the next ten minutes, and that alone made your body temperature increase to an uncomfortable degree. You tried nudging him with your knee, to get him to scoot away from you, but it only encouraged him to be bolder. He did the typical relaxed-male thing and rested his arm along the back of the couch behind you. The movement enveloped you in his scent and it was too much to handle. You were quick to excuse yourself and not come back to finish the movie. No one questioned it though. You’d had a lot of early nights since you came back from the HYDRA facility mission. Everyone else chalked it up to you recovering from the chemical exposure or maybe jetlag, but Bucky knew what you were doing. Avoiding him. He was having so much fun playing your little game, waiting for you to cave and give into your desires. You were kind of cheating by keeping yourself away from him. That’s not how the game is supposed to be played.
You can’t avoid him today. Today, you’ve both been called in to be briefed on your first partner mission since the HYRDA facility one. Sam didn’t offer many details about it when he first asked you both to be in the conference room at noon today, so neither of you really know what you’re walking into. If it’s anything like your usual missions, it’ll be some breaking and entering or a smash-and-grab type situation. It’s what you and Bucky are best at. Getting in quietly, getting what you need, and getting out. And of course, you’re undeniably good at working together to take down any obstacles along the way.
You step out of the elevator and make your way down the hall to the conference room, arriving twenty minutes before noon so you won’t immediately be thrown into the bustle of a briefing. You always show up early enough to read any mission files that have already been set out on the table for the upcoming op. You don’t like to go into these meetings completely blind. As you scan your palm to gain access to the room, you hear the sound of a chair scraping across the floor as it’s pulled away from the table. Seems like you aren’t the only one who decided to show up early today. You don’t know who you were expecting to find behind the closed door, but it sure as hell wasn’t Dr. Raynor.
“Y/n, it’s nice to see you again.” Her voice is calm and collected, like she isn’t surprised at all that you’re standing right in front of her. You stare at her with a hint of confusion spreading across your face. Are you in the wrong conference room? No, there’s only one conference room on this floor of the compound. She must be in the wrong room. Dr. Raynor can see the wheels in your head turning as you try to figure out why she’s here. She decides to save you the trouble. “I’m observing your missions, remember?”
Ah, so this is the beginning of the babysitting.
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Bucky wouldn’t say that he’s ever particularly nervous before going out in the field. If anything, he’s more calm than usual. He operates best when he’s under pressure, when he has tasks to complete. He can’t stand doing nothing for extended periods of time. He gets far too consumed with his thoughts when he lets his mind go idle. Yet, today he finds himself on edge. He doesn’t have to think too hard to figure out why, not with Dr. Raynor standing amongst the various SHIELD agents and analysts, watching as you both equip your in-ear monitors and get ready to make the drive to the gala that you’ll be attending undercover tonight. She puts him on edge, and not in a good way like you do. She makes him second-guess his decisions, she makes him more self-conscious. That can be a good thing at times, like when he’s being self-destructive. But in the field? He doesn’t need to be second-guessing himself when both of your lives are on the line.
As Sam drones on, reminding you both of the main tasks to be completed during the mission tonight, your mind is elsewhere. Bucky seems so distant. He’s standing right beside you but he isn’t quite himself. He’s a little too quiet, a little too unfocused. You can’t tell what’s eating at him but you fear it’s the stupid teasing game you’ve both been playing all week. Maybe he let it get to his head.
“Why do I feel like neither one of you are listening to me?” Sam suddenly asks, snapping his fingers around in the air to get your attention. You and Bucky both focus in on him.
“It’s a simple op, Sam. Get in, put on a show, slip into the elevator, plug the device into the computer in the home office upstairs, then slip back out.” Bucky reiterates the plan, proving he didn’t really need to be paying all that much attention. Sam rolls his eyes, holding out a device that looks like a little USB drive. Bucky takes it and drops it into one of the pockets of his suit jacket. He looks good tonight. Who are you kidding? He always looks good. But tonight, he’s dressed in a black suit, complete with a black button-up shirt underneath and a black tie. Of course, he’s wearing his black gloves as well. As Sam tells him how important it is that he not lose that tiny little device, you find your eyes lingering on Bucky’s thighs. His pants hug them just right, exemplifying the toned muscles there and reminding you of how good he looks without any clothing obstructing your view of him. Fuck. You keep forgetting that Dr. Raynor is just a few feet away, analyzing your every move.
It only takes a few more minutes of discussion before you and Bucky are climbing into a sleek black car and heading out of the garage of the compound. As soon as you’re out and onto the interstate, you let out a deep sigh, sinking back into your seat. You’re wearing the tiniest black dress that you own, it’s one of your favorites really. You don’t get many occasions to show it off, so you chose to put it on tonight. You don’t notice it at first, but when you lean back in the seat, your dress rides higher up your thigh and Bucky’s grip on the steering wheel tightens so much that his flesh knuckles turn white on one hand and his vibranium hand nearly leaves a dent. He needs to cool down.
Neither of you have your in-ear monitors on yet. You won’t turn them on until you’re nearing the gala, since it’s a forty-minute drive there. There’s no point in listening to Sam chat up whoever happens to be sitting near him, he’ll do that just fine without the two of you having to suffer through it. You love Sam like family, but the man likes to talk more than a teenage schoolgirl.
“Where are you tonight?” You ask, referring to the way Bucky seemed so out of focus and distant back in the garage.
“I’m here.” He says quietly, keeping his eyes on the road. You sigh and cross your legs. This time, you don’t miss the way Bucky’s gaze darts over to you, running up your legs as your dress slides impossibly higher up your thigh. Any higher and he might be able to tell what color panties you’re wearing tonight. He adjusts himself in his seat, shifting his hips a little and pressing his head back against the headrest. He looks uncomfortable, and when you let your eyes scan down his body, you quickly find out why. He’s hard. Not even slightly hard. Fully erect and clearly testing the strength of his pant seams. In a split second, you make a decision to continue the game. You were going to give it a rest tonight. With Dr. Raynor watching you both so closely and already thinking that you’ve had sex, you didn’t think it’d be smart to push your luck. But you got all dressed up. Why let it go to waste?
“Bucky…” You say, in a sultry tone. Bucky’s knuckles go white again at the sound of you saying his name. You notice it this time. He fucking hates how easy it is for you to get a rise out of him. It’s not even his own fault. You avoided him so much the last couple of days. Seeing you now, dressed like this? It’s like he’s an addict and he’s been without his drug of choice for too long. He’s in the beginning stages of withdrawal and his next fix is staring right at him, calling his fucking name. “What are the boundaries tonight?” You ask. Though the question itself sounds professional, the way you delivered it is anything but. You asked it in a way that implies you want to know so you can test whatever boundaries he lays out. You have all of the power in this moment and he can’t stand it. Do you think he doesn’t know what game you’re playing?
“We need boundaries?” He asks, flipping the script on you. You lose your wits for a moment, unsure of what the hell to say back to him. He was supposed to lay out a few boundaries like no kissing with tongue or hands below the belt, so then you could cross the lines anyway just to fuck with him. He wasn’t supposed to make it a free-for-all. You’re silent for a few seconds too long and he can’t stand it. “I asked you a question.”
Holy fuck. Where does he get off being so demanding with you? You hate it and love it all at the same time. It sends a raging heat straight to your core and you feel your panties dampening with arousal. Your mind follows your body’s cues and answers him the way he expects to be answered: promptly.
“Yes.” You muster the words up, but they come out soft. He zapped your confident demeanor away with one little phrase. He tsks now, relaxing in his seat. He’s gained control back and he’s relishing in it. He steers with only his left hand now, moving to rest his flesh hand over the gear shift between the two of you.
“What boundaries do you need tonight?” He questions. Your mind immediately goes back to the two rules you had in the safehouse that night, though you only ever said one of them out loud. No kissing, and no using his name. You broke both of those rules before the sun ever came up. Obviously your first rule won’t fly in this situation, given the nature of the mission. Your second rule could be useful, considering Bucky’s cover name is simply going to be his real first name: James.
“I don’t know.” You admit, after careful consideration.
“You’re not going to tell me not to kiss you this time?”
“I don’t think we could get away with not kissing when we’re supposed to be convincing everyone there that we want to fuck.” You point out. Bucky laughs lightly, moving the car into the left lane to pass a very slowly traveling Kia.
“We wanted to fuck last week but we didn’t kiss until it had already happened a few times.”
He really just said that.
“We wanted to or we needed to?” You ask, just to clarify. He chuckles under his breath as he moves the car back into the right lane.
“Wanted to, needed to, we can go with whichever makes you feel better.”
“You’re such an ass.” You scoff, crossing your arms. This small act pushes your breasts up a bit and Bucky can tell out of the corner of his eye. He doesn’t dare to peel his eyes away from the road and steal a look, because if he does, he’ll crash this damn car when he can’t stop looking at you.
“No kissing tonight.” He says. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he still doesn’t give you so much as a sideways glance.
“Bucky, there’s no way we can pull off an assignment like this without kissing.” It’s not that you want to kiss him, but how else will you make it obvious that you want to fuck? You can’t risk botching the mission as part of your stupid little side game.
“You can kiss anywhere except my lips.” He offers, acting like that’s some sort of compromise. As much as you want to argue with him, there is no fucking way you’re going to sit here in this car and plead for him to let you kiss his lips tonight. There isn’t a chance in hell.
The rest of the car ride went by fairly quickly. Bucky pulled the car into the dramatic gated entrance of a mansion and stopped at the valet. You knew he’d already gotten into character when he turned to you before getting out of the driver’s seat and told you to stay put. He then waved the valet away from your side of the car, before calmly walking over and opening the door for you himself. It was almost attractive. But you know that wasn’t something he normally would’ve done. He’s just playing the part.
Bucky holds out a gloved hand for you, which you accept, and then he helps you out of the car. Once you’re standing in front of him on your favorite black ankle-strap heels, he pushes the car door shut behind you and rests his left hand on your lower back. You tug the hem of your dress a little further down your thighs, since it rode up so much in the car, and surprisingly, Bucky appreciates that. Though he loved getting to see so much of your skin, he didn’t want everyone surveilling the mission to see it too. He also didn’t know if he could continue to think straight with how short your dress was becoming.
As he guides you up the front steps of the mansion and into the double doors, his hand slips a little lower so it’s resting just millimeters above your ass. You feel your cheeks warming and butterflies waking up within you, but you tamp them down fast. This isn’t real. Fake it, get the intel you’re here for, and then get home and get the hell away from Bucky. That’s what you keep telling yourself.
The only problem you were having was that Bucky was way too fucking good at faking it. He walked you right into the gala and wasted no time grabbing you a glass of champagne from a passing server. He found the two of you a nice corner to cozy up in, but made sure it was one that everyone could clearly see. He made sure that you weren’t hidden from plain sight. Then, as you took the first sip of champagne, he started in on step one.
“You’re staring.” You whisper, his blue eyes following your every move. He’s standing close in front of you, the glass of champagne in his hand looking almost miniature, and his breath fanning across your lips.
“I’m staring.” He agrees. Why is your heart racing? Jesus. This mission was a bad call. You turn away from him, taking the moment to scan the room. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. Everyone is dressed beautifully, drinking champagne and chatting away. Most of these guests probably have no idea that the owner of this house is the type of criminal that he is.
Dr. Raynor is watching the live surveillance footage of the mission play out before her from her seat in the conference room of the tower. She’s jotting down notes as she observes you and Bucky, thoroughly surprised by what she’s seeing. Bucky is excelling at feigning the attraction and making it seem like he wants you. You, however, look anxious. You’ve barely even spoken since entering the gala three minutes ago and she’s starting to wonder if you’re going to wash the entire op down the drain.
Bucky keeps his eyes focused on you as you now stand in front of him. He can tell how tense you are. What he can’t tell is if it’s because you don’t want to have to do this with him or if it’s because you do, and that makes you nervous as hell. Of course, the latter is right.
“Come on, you two. Let’s get things moving.” Sam speaks through your in-ear monitors. Bucky takes a step forward now, stepping so close to you that his chest brushes against your back and your cascading, softly curled hair tickles his chin. You smell like strawberries. It’s the same intoxicating scent that he had to wash off of his skin after your night together.
“It’s just me.” He breathes the words out next to your ear, trying to ease your nerves. You let yourself relax against him a little, taking another sip of champagne and closing your eyes for a moment. It’s just him. The guy that’s saved your ass in the field so many times that you’ve lost count. The guy that you’d trust above anyone else, even as you give him shit just for the hell of it. The guy that gave you the best sex of your life, not just once, but five fucking times in a row. It's just him.
“Okay…” You whisper, deciding that you can be as calm and level-headed as he’s being right now. This is going to be easy. You’re a professional, after all.
It’s not until you find yourself with your back against a wall and Bucky’s hands on your waist that you think you might be in over your head. It started out slow, light touches and seemingly innocent whispers in each other’s ears while standing at the very busy bar. After quite a few people started to give the two of you looks, Bucky led you over to an area where a handful of couples were gathered, chatting amongst themselves. That’s where he chose to make a display of grabbing your ass with his vibranium hand, making you gasp and lean into his chest. Trying to play off the gasp as being intentional, you immediately attached your lips to his neck. Kissing and sucking on the soft skin there. Even his skin tastes fucking good. You can’t help yourself when you start having flashbacks to the night you spent together. Once you start thinking about how good it felt with him that night, you begin chasing that feeling. You want him all over you, you want him inside you again. Though you know you can’t have that, you know you can get pretty damn close to it before this mission ends. So, you up your game. This time, you don’t have to hide any evidence of what you’re doing, because you were assigned to do this. You use that as your excuse for sucking a little mark on the side of Bucky’s neck, leaving him with something to find in the mirror later. As your lips leave his neck, one of his hands travels quickly up your back and he tangles his fingers in your hair at the back of your head. He tilts your head back until you’re looking up into his eyes. You can feel the stares of the couples around you, but you remind yourself that those stares are exactly why you’re doing what you’re both doing right now.
Bucky’s eyes dart from your eyes down to your lips. Your fucking lips. God, he wants to kiss you. He remembers how sweet your mouth tasted the first time you kissed him. Like he could ever forget that. He bites his bottom lip in restraint before leaning down and kissing your neck instead, licking and sucking along the curve of your jaw, making his way up to your ear.
“I think we’ve put on enough of a show, don’t you?” He asks softly, his lips tickling the shell of your ear. Your eyes flutter closed at the sound of his voice, hating that that he’s right. It’s time to make your way upstairs, which means that the touching and riling each other up is nearly over with. You nod your head, but Bucky doesn’t like that. He likes when you speak up and answer him. He likes hearing how breathy your voice sounds when you’re worked up like this. “Use your words, sweetheart.”
Shit. You feel a wave of heat spreading from where his lips are against your ear all the way down to your cunt. You take a deep breath, forcing your eyes open and looking over his shoulder. You see plenty of people in the crowded room taking their turns staring at the two of you.
“I think so.” You say quietly, placing a shaky hand on Bucky’s chest and pushing him back gently. You turn on your heel, reaching back and taking his hand in yours, before leading the way to the back of the large, open living area.
“Nice work. You’re going to find the opening to a big hallway at the back of the room. It’ll be dark, you’ll go all the way to the end and take the elevator to the fifth floor. Jesus, this place is huge. Why anyone needs to a home with five floors to themself is beyond you. You reach the hallway quickly, and Bucky holds onto your hand firmly, letting you guide him. The hallway itself has to be at least fifty-feet long, but eventually you reach the elevator. Bucky steps forward, letting his front press against your back as he presses the button to call the elevator with his free hand, his other hand still clasped in yours. Instead of stepping away from you after pressing the button, he stays flush against you. You feel his free hand land on your hip and pull you against him with such a slight movement that it’s almost unnoticeable.
You immediately feel it. His hard cock pressing into your ass.
“There’s one camera in the elevator, so keep up the show.” Sam instructs, just as the elevator is arriving and the doors are sliding open in front of you. The lights inside are dim and the walls are a shiny metal, but not fully reflective. Before you have a chance to step in, Bucky is pushing you forward with the hold he has on your hip. He wastes no time in turning you around. It’s exciting, the way he can so easily move you and handle you. It’s as if it takes little effort or thought for him to do exactly what he wants with you. He walks you backward until your ass hits the wall, and then he looks down into your eyes, sending a shiver down your spine.
“Don’t move.” He says lowly, before stepping away and hitting the button to carry you both up to the fifth floor. As the doors close, he positions himself back against you, tugging on your hair and kissing your neck once more. You sigh as you secretly enjoy his touch, praying that he doesn’t realize just how real your heavy breathing and soft whimpers are. But Bucky knows they’re real. He’s heard you just like this before…whimpering, panting underneath him as he fucked his cock into you. It’s what’s driving him to leave marks all along your collarbone right now. It’s what has his cock so fucking hard that he worries his suit pants won’t survive the mission.
Temporarily forgetting that this is supposed to be an act, Bucky presses his hips into you, nibbling on your earlobe as you take in the feeling of his hard cock resting against your stomach.
“James…” You breathe his name out and he freezes. You feel his cock twitch in his pants and a devious smile plays on your lips. You’re so damn lucky that they let him use his real first name for this mission. You don’t know it yet, but you can have anything you want when you say his name like that. Any. Damn. Thing. He’s about to say fuck it and shove his tongue into your mouth when the elevator dings and the doors open to the fifth floor, revealing a dark home office. You push his chest lightly and he gets moving, turning around and leading the way out of the elevator.
“Security does a sweep of every floor once every ten minutes. If our timing is right, you should have about eight minutes to finish this. Just plug the device into the laptop and leave it for three minutes. It has to be plugged in for at least three minutes to complete the download. Then you’re all clear and you guys can get out of there.” Torres reminds you both through your in-ears. Bucky makes a beeline for the desk at the far back wall of the room, reaching in his pocket for the device and quickly finding the USB port of the laptop. He plugs it in and it lights up with a pale green glow as the intel begins downloading. You both stand there in silence, watching the device as if that will make it download any faster. After about thirty seconds, Sam speaks up again, a slight panic rising in his tone.
“You’ve got company in thirty seconds, security decided to sweep early.”
“Shit.” You mumble, your mind suddenly moving at a hundred miles an hour. Bucky turns to you and meets your gaze, and you immediately know that you’re on the same wavelength. You reach beneath the hem of your dress, tugging your black panties down and holding onto the edge of the desk as you quickly step out of them. You drape them over the device to cover up the green glow of the light, and then turn to face Bucky.
“Sit on the edge of the desk.” He tells you in a hushed tone, as his eyes dart to the fabric of your panties beside the laptop. You find yourself listening without second-guessing his demand. He steps in between your legs and you can hear the whirring of the elevator as it’s called down to one of the lower floors, likely to pick up the security guards that will be sweeping the office any minute now. You’re running out of time. Bucky begins loosening his tie around his neck, and then unbuttons the top three buttons of his shirt in record time, as you reach your hands out and begin unbuckling his belt. Fuck, he’s enjoying this so much more than he should. When you unzip his pants, you nearly moan at the way you see his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. You only get a peek though, because you don’t push his pants down even a little bit. Bucky looks you over quickly as he deftly slides the straps of your dress off of your shoulders. His eyes meet yours and you both know exactly what you need to do. You lay back on the desk and he pulls your thighs around his hips, leaving your dress in place so you’re still fully covered. Suddenly, you feel his clothed, hard cock pushing against your bare clit and you unintentionally arch your back off the cold desk, biting your lip and letting your eyes fall closed. Anyone seeing this on the SHIELD surveillance footage right now would think that you’re just really good at your job, really good at faking things undercover. Only Bucky knows that he just drew real pleasure from you.
“Get loud for me, we have to sell it.” He encourages you, bucking his hips into yours and leaving one hand on your right thigh while his other hand wraps gently around your throat.
“Fuck, James.” You moan loudly, hoping the security guards can already hear you from the elevator shaft. “Right there, baby, oh my god.” This earns a loud groan from Bucky and his grip on your thigh tightens so much that you think you might be left with a bruise in the shape of his hand. The friction of him rutting against you like this is so fucking good that you let out another very real moan right as the elevator dings and the doors slide open behind Bucky. You both pretend not to notice them, trying to give the device more time to do its job. Bucky continues to mimic the actions of a guy slamming his cock into his girl, moans falling from your lips and perfectly timed grunts mixed in with dirty praises falling from his.
“Hey!” A deep voice yells out, and you both gasp for show. You push yourself up on your elbows and look over Bucky’s shoulder. He keeps his body firmly planted where it is to shield you from the men who stand by the elevator. He’d be damned if he’d let them see you this way. “You two can’t be up here.” The man’s voice is serious and authoritative, but his security guard buddy has an amused smile on his face.
“Oh my god, James, you said we wouldn’t get caught.” Your voice is full of fake embarrassment as you cover your face with one hand. He laughs before looking over his shoulder at the guards.
“Just thirty more seconds.” Sam calls out.
“I’d apologize but I’m really not sorry about this.” Bucky says to the two guards, making the amused one laugh and the authoritative one shoot his partner a warning glance. “Can we just have a few seconds to get ourselves together?” Bucky asks kindly, tilting his head in your direction as if to remind them that you’re a lady. The security guards are silent for a second, assessing the situation and scanning the rest of the office for anything in disarray besides the two of you.
“You have thirty seconds to situate yourselves and get in the elevator.” The first guard barks, turning around to face away from you and gesturing for his buddy to do the same. Bucky steps back from you and you lower yourself to the floor, pulling your dress down and sliding the straps back onto your shoulders. Bucky quickly fixes his pants and belt before moving on to his tie and shirt buttons. You smooth down your hair a bit, leaving it at least a little messy for evidence.
“Got it, you’re good to go.” Sam gives the all clear to remove the device.
Bucky smirks at you and as the guards turn back around to face the both of you, he leans in close, reaching past you to grab your panties off of the desk. He skillfully grips the device within them, pulling it out of the laptop and shoving both the panties and device into his suit jacket pocket, making sure the guards witness his move.
“Alright you two, time to head out.” One of the guards calls out, waving you toward the elevator. Bucky takes your hand in his and leads the way, the cocky smile that you’ve become so familiar with never leaving his lips.
Though the guards would’ve allowed you to stay at the gala, it only made sense for you to leave, acting like you were heading out early to finish what you started in the home office upstairs. Bucky stands behind you, peppering kisses up and down the side of your neck while you wait for the valet to bring your car around. As the car comes into view, he cheekily slides his hand from your hip down to the slit in your dress, tracing the triangular outline with his index finger. You have to tell yourself a million times that this is just part of the job.
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Of course, the mission couldn’t possibly go fully according to plan. Do they ever? When Bucky began to drive you both back to the compound, you soon realized that you were being tailed. Sam was quick to direct you to a hotel, arranging to have a team of SHIELD operatives nearby for protection in case of any kind of ambush. You were sure that the guards didn’t see the device, but that doesn’t mean that they didn’t want to check you out and make sure you were really just some lusty young couple.
That’s how you ended up where you are now: laying on your stomach, still in your dress and heels, on a very comfortable luxury bed while Bucky showers. You have to fight the dirty thoughts flooding your mind, which is really fucking hard to do when the man that you want to do dirty things with is naked just a few feet away in the bathroom. Forcing your mind to stay empty leads to you drifting off to sleep as you wait for him to finish showering so you can have your turn.
You’re startled out of your extremely light slumber by the feel of Bucky’s hands on one of your ankles. You realize that he’s undoing the straps of your heels as you lay on the bed.
“Do you have the device still?” You mumble the question, not moving from your position or trying to stop his movements.
“Mhm, I have your panties too.” He answers, sounding so pleased with himself. You think about kicking him, you could easily do it in the position that you’re currently in, but you’re secretly really glad that he’s taking your heels off for you so you let his teasing slide.
“Yeah, that was a nice move back there, grabbing them and the device the way you did.” He hmms in response, taking off your second heel and setting them both on the floor at the foot of the bed. You feel his hand softly pat the side of one of your thighs before he steps away from the bed and sits in the chair by the window. You roll onto your back and push yourself up into a sitting position, leaning back on your hands. You don’t know what you expected him to be wearing, but it sure as hell wasn’t only his boxers.
“Like what you see?” He asks, raising an eyebrow at you and flashing you a suggestive smile. He’s relaxed in the chair, a bit slouched with his arms on the arm rests and his legs spread apart. You do like what you see, but he doesn’t get the satisfaction of hearing you say it out loud. You roll your eyes and push yourself off of the bed, dragging yourself into the bathroom where you find his suit jacket laid across the counter. You reach into the right pocket and pull out your panties.
“They were wet.” He calls out, his voice carrying above the noise of the running water as you turn on the shower. You step back out of the bathroom and make eye contact with him, narrowing your eyes.
“What?”
“Your panties, they were wet.” He smirks. You feel your cheeks heating up and for a moment, you’re embarrassed. Meanwhile, he’s basically beaming with pride. Fuck him. Why are you even embarrassed? He was rock hard, that’s no different than you being wet. You let out a deep sigh and start sliding the straps of your dress down your arms. His eyes follow the movement of your hands and his smug smile falters when he realizes you’re not going back into the bathroom to undress. Honestly, you’re getting sick of this game.
“And your dick was hard.” You retort, staring at him. He shrugs his shoulders, acting nonchalant, but his gaze is still trained on your now bare shoulders.
“Occupational hazard.” He says calmly. He’s such a fucking ass.
“So, now that the job is over, you’re not hard anymore, right?” You question, letting your eyes travel down his tanned, muscular torso and settle on his lap, where he's most definitely still hard. He doesn’t respond but continues staring at you. For once, you’ve shut him up. His silence gives you a newfound boldness, and you start sauntering over to him. You see him stiffen in the chair and a small giggle leaves your lips. God, you’re so fucking pretty and you sound so innocent when you laugh like that. It almost makes him forget about the ways you let him destroy your body a few nights ago. Almost.
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Two hearts in pain recklessly found comfort in each other, but secrets can only live so long before someone spills them. But as they say; there’s no use in crying over spilt milk.
Content Warning: Widower!Steve x Divorced!Reader, Ex Husband!Bucky, Dead!Peggy, mention of divorce, forbidden romance, angst, hurt/comfort, arguing, physical violence, fluff.
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Author’s Note: Here we are. The ending. It’s always bittersweet when one of my fics comes to its inevitable end. I’m so grateful for your endless support and sweetness, and I hope you’ve enjoyed reading ‘Reckless’ as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. For me, ‘Reckless’ is about the power of moving on and the beauty of selfishness in small doses. If this story is able to empower even just one of you to move on from a toxic situation or to stand up and prioritise yourself, then it has been more than worth the effort. Thank you for reading.
For the past two months, you’ve been tempted to reveal to Bucky the nature of your relationship with Steve. Every time you’ve seen him, it’s been on the tip of your tongue, aching to be set free. But now, as you sit opposite him with no objective other than to tell him the truth, you want nothing less.
“I’m thinking eggs and hash browns,” Bucky mumbles to himself as he scans the menu. “But those pancakes look so good.”
“You order the hash browns, and I’ll order the pancakes,” You suggest, not in the mood to eat at all. “Then you can have a bit of both.”
His eyes light up as he puts the menu down. “That’s the best idea you’ve had since you decided to keep the kids.”
Your hands play with the cutlery next to your plate as you do your best to distract yourself from what you came to do. How long do you wait before telling him? Before you order the food? While you’re eating? Do you shout it across the car park just before zooming away?
“What’s on your mind, honey?” Bucky asks you with a look of concern. “You okay?”
Nodding, you give him a smile. “Yeah. I’m good. Just thinking about those pancakes.”
He chuckles, a look of nostalgia growing on his features. “That reminds me of the pregnancy. All you ate was breakfast food.”
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♥ Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky
♥ Day 2: Roleplay - Steve Harrington
♥ Day 3: Handjob/Fingering - Joel Miller
♥ Day 4: Authority/Power Difference - Lee Bodecker
♥ Day 5: Sweat - Eddie Munson
♥ Day 6: Dry Hump - James Potter
♥ Day 7: Somnophilia - Winter Soldier
♥ Day 8: Breeding - Joel Miller
♥ Day 9: Size Kink - Ari Levinson
♥ Day 10: Cockwarming - Mafia!Stucky
♥ Day 11: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism - Winter Soldier
♥ Day 12: Orgasm Denial/Delay - Lloyd Hansen
♥ Day 13: Heartbeat - Vampire!Steddie
♥ Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff
♥ Day 15: Spanking/Flogging - The Marauders
♥ Day 16: Double Penetration in one hole - Mafia!Stucky
♥ Day 17: Hate Sex - Sirius Black
♥ Day 18: Sex Pollen - Bucky Barnes
♥ Day 19: Marking - Remus Lupin
♥ Day 20: Fear Play - Mafia!Stucky
♥ Day 21: Hair Pulling - Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff
♥ Day 22: Bondage - The Marauders
♥ Day 23: Deepthroating/Facesitting - Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
♥ Day 24: Role Reversal (Dom/Sub) - Mafia!Stucky
♥ Day 25: Knives - Natasha Romanoff
♥ Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers
♥ Day 27: Gloryhole - Nick Fowler
♥ Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker
♥ Day 29: Coercion/Blackmail - Dark!Marauders
♥ Day 30: Freeuse - Winter Soldier
♥ Day 31: Religious Play (Priest Kink) - Eddie Munson
you don't think sharing a room with your lecturers is a big deal. not until professor rogers starts going a little too far with his sleepwalking. thankfully, professor barnes is there to talk you through it.
content warning: dark!steve x f!reader x soft!dark!bucky, age gap, somnophilia, dub/noncon, naive!reader, smut, voyeurism, booby stuff, fingering, penetrative sex, rough sex, cream pie, cockwarming.
As you lie on your side, the gentle sound of rain pattering against the window soothes you. You've never been quick to fall asleep, but the motel's lumpy mattress isn't helping. You are appreciate of Steve's warmth, though, and the fact that you don't feel uncomfortable to be sharing a bed with him at all.
When Professor Barnes invited you on this research trip, you knew you couldn't turn the opportunity down. Two weeks with two of the greatest minds in quantum physics? You had to say yes, utterly honored that they allowed you, a mere freshman barely two months into her college career, to accompany them.
Bucky was happy to take the sofa bed, where he lays now. He's still awake; you can hear him typing on his phone every so often. It's only been ten minutes since you got into bed but they did tell you Steve takes only minutes to fall into a deep sleep. They also warned you that he's prone to sleepwalking, which doesn't worry you - until you feel his arm wrap around you.
"Professor Rogers?" You whisper, turning your head to find his eyes closed as he softly snores.
"Everything alright?" Bucky asks you from the couch. The lamp by the TV is still on so you can clearly see him sitting up.
"Uh, yeah," You reply lowly. "All good."
Not convinced by your tone, Bucky stands up to check on you, his brows furrowing. "Steve sleepwalks, as we mentioned, pay it no mind," He assures you. "Try and get some sleep, flower. Big day tomorrow."
You take his advice, shutting your eyes and trying your best to relax - but then you feel Steve's hand cup your breast. You suck in a gasp, your eyes flying wide open.
"Professor Barnes," You call out to Bucky, who's still standing by the couch.
"What's wrong?" He asks you, taking a step closer.
"He.... he's touching my... chest," You manage to spurt out, cringing inwardly.
Bucky tuts, slowly walking over to you. "I'm sorry about him, but you must stay calm," He tells you firmly. "You can't wake up a sleepwalker."
Steve's fingers start rubbing and pulling at your nipple, making you freeze up. "He... Professor Barnes, please stop him!" You beg him desperately.
"Shh," Bucky whispers soothingly, coming closer to where you lay. His glasses rest lowly on his nose, the pipe in his mouth letting out smoke. "Be brave, flower. It can be incredibly dangerous to wake someone while they're sleepwalking."
"I - this isn't sleepwalking," You whisper, holding back your whimpers while Steve paws at your tits.
"Ah, but it is," Bucky retorts. "Sleepwalkers don't only get up and trot around in the night. I've heard some cases where they cook and eat an entire meal while asleep, and one man even drove all the way to work. It's a dynamic ailment, flower, please be patient with him. I'm sorry, I didn't know Steve's sleepwalking could manifest in a sexual manner, but I'm sure he'll stop soon."
You bite down on your lip and hope he's right. Carefully, you try to move Steve's hands off your breasts, but he only squeezes them harder, making you squirm. Suddenly he pulls up your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cold air - and worse, to Bucky's eyes.
"Professor," You shudder, bringing your hands up to cover your chest.
"Just relax," Bucky says lowly, his eyes dark. "It'll be over soon."
Steve pins your left shoulder down firmly before moving his head down. You aren't sure what he's doing until you feel his lips wrap around your nipple. A whimper leaves your mouth as he sucks on your tit, conflicting feelings coursing through you. Though you're terrified and embarrassed, you also feel pangs of pleasure shooting through you like electricity.
"Remain calm, flower," Bucky utters soothingly. "Let him continue and he'll stop on his own accord. We cannot wake him."
You're slightly frustrated at his words - surely a professor forcing his way on a student, whether consciously or not, is more important than whatever danger to Steve you would be posing by waking him up? You try to push him off you, but even in slumber, he's much too strong and heavy for you to try and fight against him.
Steve's hand suddenly pushes past the hemline of your shorts and bypasses your panties. You almost squeal as his fingers plunge into you with no warning, three digits stretching your entrance. The ease with which he's able to slide in, the juices which coat his fingers, leave you incredibly ashamed.
"Professor Barnes," You cry lowly between shaky breaths. "It - he's hurting me."
"Shh, shh, shh," Bucky hushes you as he places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry about this, honey, I really am, but there's nothing I can do. Try and close your eyes, think about something else."
You squeeze your eyes shut but no pleasant thoughts can distract you from Steve fucking you with his fingers. He curls and scissors them inside you, making your stomach flip. The sound of his fingers sloshing in and out of your wet cunt fill the room, and you're utterly humiliated.
Small whines and moans rush past your lips uncontrollably as Steve fingers you faster, his mouth still latched onto your hard nipple. You wince, trying not to let the pleasure take over, determined to remain professional.
"You're doing so well, flower," Bucky says as he looks your body up and down, watching as Steve violates you. "Being such a good girl, so calm."
"Please, Sir," You whimper, shaking your head. "Make him stop."
"I'm sure it won't be much longer, now," Bucky assures you, biting on his smoke pipe. "That's it, flower, stay nice and relaxed."
Your heart is beating out of your chest and it only beats harder when you feel Steve's hard cock resting against your bare thigh. Before you can move away from him, he pulls his fingers out of you and rips apart your shorts, panties and all. Your body is frozen in shock as he shoves you onto your side with a gruff grunt, and before you get the chance to realize what's about to happen and brace yourself for it, Steve pushes his entire cock into your cunt.
"Oh, my God!" You can't help but cry loudly. Hoping it's enough to wake him, you feel a sense of relief as he stops moving. There are a few moments of silence and just as you look up and meet Bucky's eyes with your tear-filled ones, Steve begins to roughly fuck you.
His hips snap against yours over and over as he mercilessly probes you with his thick cock. You could swear it feels like you're being torn apart, every inch of your skin on fire as you tightly grip onto the sheets.
"Just stay calm," Bucky says casually as he strokes your hair, watching Steve fuck you like an animal. "That's a good girl, just take it."
"Please," You whimper, crying with every hard thrust he serves you. It makes you feel even worse when the pain begins to make room for pleasure, as though you're just as animalistic and depraved as Steve's unconscious alter ego.
The springs in the mattress squeak beneath you as Steve fucks you harder and the headboard repeatedly smacks against the wall with a heavy thump. He lets out low grunts and growls into your ear, his hands keeping you pinned to the bed. A part of you doesn't believe that he's genuinely sleepwalking when you see the look in his eyes - but you remember what Bucky said. Some people can cook meals and drive cars while sleepwalking - it is so crazy to think someone could have sex while sleepwalking?
Still, though, you refuse to let Bucky know that a part of you is finding the sordid encounter enjoyable. While pleasure envelopes you and cascades down your spine, you keep on a strong face in hopes that it'll convince Bucky you can remain professional even in the most difficult and absurd situations.
"That's it, flower, you're being so good," Bucky mumbles, gently stroking your cheek. "It's almost over, I promise. Just a little longer. You're taking this all so well, being so good for us. We knew you would be."
His words confuse you for a second - did they know this was going to happen? But you shake away those thoughts. There's no way they would have let you come if they knew this was possible, you must have misunderstood him.
Steve's thrusts become quicker and harder as he fucks you into the mattress. Your legs shake and you can't believe how close you are to climaxing. You try to hold it back, refusing to orgasm in front of your professors, but when Steve suddenly begins rubbing harsh circles onto your clit while pulling and twisting your nipple, you know you have no control. With a loud cry, you cum onto his cock, your cunt squeezing around his pulsating shaft.
"That's it, good girl," Bucky mumbles, stroking your slacked jaw as your eyes roll back and your body trembles and shakes.
Steve thrusts a few more times before he cums with a grunt, filling you with his seed. You gasp at the feeling, his warm cum coating your insides, his twitching cock beating against your walls.
"You did so well," Bucky says, his own cock hard and leaking precum, threatening to burst through his pants. "You've been such a good girl tonight."
All you can let out is a weak whimper.
Bucky gives you a soft smile. "Now, get some sleep," He tells you firmly before making his way to the bathroom.
You breathe heavily, trying to process the events of the night, equally as ashamed as you are exhausted. A few moments pass and you wait for Steve to pull out and return to his side of the bed, but he remains where he is with his cock inside you, heavy arm around your body, soft snores leaving his mouth.
You try to push him off you but he only grips you tighter and even thrusts his softening cock in and out of you a few times, scaring you into remaining perfectly still for the rest of the night.
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pairing: andy barber & ari levinson & ransom drysdale & nick fowler & steve kemp x female reader
summary: when you're caught trespassing at the old Drysdale house by a group of warlocks, they cast a spell over you to have a little fun for the night—but their fun turns into something much more.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!! i'm so so serious y'all!!!), smut, gangbang, dubcon/noncon because sex magic, piv sex, unprotected sex, anal sex, double penetration, oral sex (m receiving), rough sex in all holes, rough body play, little bit of daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, face slapping, pussy and ass spanking, nipple play, come play/come eating, breath play, a little humiliation, choking, some aftercare, talk of soul bonds, sorta insta-love—i think that's everything but if i forgot something please let me know!
word count: 14.6k
a/n: happy friday the 13th!! i figured i'd celebrate with a little a lot of smut 😈 i originally wasn't going to do any other spooky fics than the five main ones i have planned, but i decided to do something short for @the-slumberparty's All Hallow's Tropes challenge—and then i ended up with THIS 14k word monstrosity. but i had an idea to use the tropes a secret society of supernatural beings, bodily changes you cannot stop and caught trespassing on private property and i ran with it. anyway this might be some of the filthiest smut i've ever written (it's definitely the first gangbang, which was a challenge, but one that was fun to tackel) so i hope y'all enjoy!! ♡
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The moon was full, the October night crisp and you were feeling dangerously reckless when you left your home looking for some trouble that Friday night—and trouble you got. The kind of trouble that can only be found when you stumble across a secret society of five greedy warlocks who were depraved enough to feel guiltless about taking you and making you theirs.
Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Ransom Drysdale and Steve Kemp—all men you knew from around your small town—stood shoulder to shoulder on the porch of the old abandoned Drysdale home that sat on the hill. You didn’t know yet, as you approached the lit up house, that they were warlocks, and you were confused about why the men were together. After all, they each ran in different circles and weren’t normally seen hanging out together, so you couldn’t figure out why they might all be together and hanging out at the abandoned mansion.
“Are y’all having a party?” you called as you approached the front of the house, your arms wrapped around your body since the jacket you’d warn wasn’t quite warm enough for the chill of the October night. The full moon was casting the clearing around the old Drysdale place in a silvery hue, broken up by deep shadows surrounding the house itself.
The enormous mansion had been abandoned for a couple decades, ever since the Drysdales—the closest thing your small town had to royalty—had moved to an even bigger home closer to the center of town. The gossips all said it was so they could keep a closer eye on the goings on in town, but you’d never concerned yourself with local politics. Instead, you enjoyed the legend that the abandoned mansion was haunted by some evil spirits, which was why you’d traipsed through the forest on that October night to see if you could find a ghost.
Instead, you got a different kind of trouble.
You could feel each man’s gaze on you as you stepped up onto the bottom stair of the porch, and you were more than a little pleased at the heady feeling of holding the attention of so many handsome men. Trailing your gaze down the line, you looked at each of the men for a moment.
Andy stood in the center of the group, a deep frown marring his handsome face, creasing his brow and pulling down the corners of his mouth set into his neatly trimmed beard. He was the only lawyer in town and though you’d never interacted with him, he gave off an air of authority that called to something buried deep inside you. But even as he looked down at you like he was disappointed, there was a spark of interest in his blue gaze that made you want to squirm.
To his side was Ari, a part-time professor at the university a few towns away and full-time owner of the local bookstore. Out of all the men, you’d talked to him the most, though it was largely just about the books you were purchasing from his shop as he rang you up. Each time you’d selected a steamy romance, Ari’s gaze had glittered and he’d eyed you with a heated kind of interest—and he was giving you that same look from the porch.
Next to Ari stood Steve, a man you knew much less about since he worked at the hospital in the next county and wasn’t seen around town much. If anything, you’d only ever crossed paths with him at the local grocery store, and on one occasion you could’ve sworn you’d caught him checking you out. Though you hadn’t been sure at the time, you were certain he was checking you out from his vantage point on the porch, his gleaming blue eyes raking down your body from head to toe and making you shiver at his attention.
On Andy’s other side stood Ransom, the eldest grandchild of the town’s mayor, though he was known about town for being a spoiled asshole. As far as you knew, Ransom didn’t do much beyond hang out at the local bars, picking up women and spending his grandfather’s money on expensive clothes and cars. But he was handsome enough—and the mayor bailed him out enough—that he managed to get away with all his awful behavior. Even you weren’t immune to the look of interest he was giving you, or the smirk quirking his soft lips.
Last, next to Ransom, was Nick. He was the biggest mystery out of all five men, having moved to the small town only a little earlier in the year. He wasn’t around much, which you’d heard was because his job forced him to travel most of the time. You’d wondered what he did for work, thinking it must be something exciting if he was jetsetting all around the world, but you’d never had a chance to ask and no one in town seemed to know. Nick held an air of danger around him, and as he peered at you from the porch, you couldn’t help the excited thrill that went through you at the thought of finally getting to know more about the mysterious man.
You were pulled from your thoughts about the men when Andy stepped down onto the top stair of the porch, the wood letting out an eerie squeak.
“You shouldn’t be here, angel,” he said, his blue eyes flashing in the light of the full moon. His voice was deep and foreboding, and you got the sense again that he was somehow disappointed in you. But you were far too intrigued by the gathering of so many hot men from town who had nothing in common and your curiosity refused to be quelled by Andy’s simple pronouncement.
Lifting one foot to the next step, you only paused when Ransom swaggered down a few steps until he was halfway down the stairs. “Yeah, doll, you’re trespassing on private property,” he said in the arrogant tone he most often used. But though his words seemed to be a warning, Ransom’s eyes were glittering with interest as they lingered on your body, especially, you were sure, on the way your nipples were pebbled beneath your top underneath your jacket.
Ignoring the warnings of both Andy and Ransom, you pushed yourself up onto the next step, edging closer to the handsome men. You wore your most charming smile, letting your curiosity and recklessness steer the ship of your actions. “C’mon, I’m just looking for a little fun,” you said innocently, hoping someone would invite you inside for whatever secret party they were having.
“I’ll bet you are, princess.”
Your eyes flicked to Nick, who had descended the stairs silently without you noticing and came to stand within arm’s reach of you. You startled a little, but didn’t retreat down from step where you stood. Instead, you cocked your head in interest and looked up into the icy blue eyes of the man you knew so little about. Up close, you could see his mouth was crooked with a barely-there smile, and you couldn’t help but smile in return.
“You seem like you’re looking for more than a little fun,” Ari said, appearing on your other side, his hand brushing over your shoulder. His touch felt too good for you to be startled and, instead, you leaned into the warmth of him, staring up into his pretty blue eyes. He looked down at you with fondness in the soft creases of his face. “You wanna know what we’re doing here, don’t you, sweetheart?”
“Levinson,” Andy barked from the top step. When you looked up into the stern face of the lawyer, you found him glaring at Ari. You also noticed that the other four men had descended the stairs, circling around you, their eyes focused on only you. The pleasant warmth of their attention was enough to keep any fear at bay about what they might be doing by surrounding you.
Steve, who had managed to get behind you, called up to the lawyer, “Stop being such a dick, Barber, she’s just curious.” He stepped up onto the bottom stair just behind you, so his body crowded into your personal space. You sensed he was testing you, seeing if you flinched away from his closeness, so you held your ground, head turned to look at him over your shoulder. He smirked like you’d pleased him. “You know what they say about curious kittens, don’t you?” he murmured in your ear, a hint of humor in his tone like he was telling a joke, though you couldn’t think of what it was.
Before you could answer Steve’s question, Andy shouldered through the circle of men that had surrounded you so thoroughly without your notice. He fixed a glare on the man at your back, before looking around the circle, a question in his eyes. Each man gave a nod in turn and Andy’s mouth was twisted into a deep, unhappy frown beneath his beard. Finally, his fixed his bright blue gaze on you with a look of resignation.
“You should’ve run, angel,” he said, regret heavy in his voice. Then he reached up, covering your mouth with his hand. Belatedly, you realized it was so you couldn’t scream for help, though you never even got that far. Andy whispered a few words that didn’t sound like English, and then you slipped quickly into unconsciousness, your body sagging into Steve’s waiting arms.
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When awareness began returning to you bit by bit, you couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but the first thing you noticed was that you were no longer cold. Warm air brushed against your skin, caressing so much of your bare body that you knew you were naked, lying on some kind of flat, hard surface. You felt sluggish, your mind not working as quickly as it normally would and you couldn’t think of why laying naked in a warm room might be a problem.
Your eyelids felt too heavy to lift as strength slowly returned to your limbs. As you grew more aware of your surroundings, you were soon distracted by the voices that sounded like they were coming from above and all around you.
“C’mon Barber,” came a scoff that you identified as the typical arrogance in Ransom’s voice. “The libido spell is basic magic, any warlock can do it.” His words confused you, spells and warlocks weren’t real. You wondered exactly what kind of party you’d stumbled into, but your hazy mind couldn’t dwell on it and pay attention to the conversation at the same time.
“Oh yeah, Drysdale?” Andy shot back. He sounded annoyed, like he was biting off his words through clenched teeth. “Could just any warlock make the alterations we all want and ensure it doesn’t hurt the girl?” The first spike of fear pierced your heart at his words. They were talking about you, and potentially hurting you. And then your train of thought caught on another phrase they’d used: libido spell. You didn’t know what that meant.
“Calm down, Drysdale, and let Barber work,” Ari said. His voice was so soothing and familiar that it calmed you somewhat. Ari would never let anyone hurt you, you were pretty sure of that. But his next words made you all the more confused. “Soon enough our girl will be mindless with arousal, and you’ll get to fuck her as much as you want.”
“Fine,” Ransom huffed, and you could just picture him rolling his eyes at the other men. Then his voice lowered and you could sense he was pointing a threatening finger at Andy. “Just don’t forget to make it so she gets addicted to any come she takes.”
Though you were still too sluggish to move, you managed a sharp inhale at his words. You didn’t have time to react to Ransom’s statement beyond that, though, because there was a chorus of other reminders from the rest of the men.
“And her arousal grows stronger every time she comes,” Ari chimed in.
“And she won’t even think about disobeying any of us,” Steve said.
“And any pain turns her on even more,” Nick added.
“And she won’t rest until we’re all satisfied,” Andy concluded. “Yeah, yeah, I know.” He sounded frustrated and a little weary, like he’d been concentrating very hard for a long time and he was on the edge of losing his focus. Andy’s voice was an angry snarl as he went on. “Now unless one of you wants to try to make these complicated alterations, shut up so I can work the spell.”
Horror and desire warred in your body as your mind tried to deny what was happening. These men, the ones you knew from around your small town, were warlocks and they were casting a spell on you to turn you into their own personal sex slave.
The thought should’ve done nothing other than terrify you, but a rather large and vocal part of you couldn’t help but realize it meant all five of the handsome men planned to fuck you. At that thought, you felt the first trickle of arousal between your thighs, and you wondered what the hell was wrong with you that anything about the situation you were in turned you on.
But you didn’t have long to castigate yourself for being aroused because you finally had the strength to crack your eyes open. You got a quick look around the room, which was lit only by a roaring fire in the fireplace and candelabras set around the edges. It was all dark wood panelling and antique fixtures, and looked much nicer than you expected the inside of an abandoned house to look.
You were distracted from that puzzle by Andy’s fingers sweeping through the air about your lower belly. They were drawing an intricate symbol that glowed with an unnatural light, the design hanging just above your body. So distracted by the sight, it took you another moment to realize you were, in fact, completely naked and laying on a long dining table with all five men hovering around you.
You didn’t have chance to look around any more or have any reaction to your nakedness, though, because Andy was done drawing the symbol and was chanting something in the same arcane language he’d used to knock you unconscious. As you watched, the intricate design lowered down until it pressed into the skin above your womb.
The second the symbol touched you, it burned like a brand. The searing pain distracted you from the magic that began flowing through your veins, making changes to your body that you didn’t have any hope of stopping. A scream wrenched free from your mouth as you tossed your head back, your body thrashing reflexively on the table. If it wasn’t for the strong hands that moved to hold you down, forcing you to still while the pain streaked through your body, you would’ve flailed off the table entirely.
After a few moments that felt much longer, the pain began to subside, but it left behind a burning heat that felt like fire in your veins. Arousal, hotter and stronger than you’d ever felt, thrummed through your body, overwhelming your mind and reducing you to nothing but your base needs. And what you needed was cock, and come, and to come until you screamed yourself hoarse and you were filled to the brim.
A moan fell from your lips as you began to writhe on the table, an insistent need pulsing between your thighs and making your pussy gush with more wetness than ever before. The hands that had been holding you down suddenly disappeared and you gasped at the loss of their touch, your hands immediately lifting to grope your breasts. You plucked at your nipples, pinching them until you whined, your hips bucking uselessly as you sought friction to your throbbing pussy.
Opening your eyes, you looked up at the men standing over you, a pitiful look of desperation contorting your features as your gaze flitted frantically from one handsome face to the next. It was torture, feeling so empty and needy while you were surrounded by men who were denying you what you desired.
“Please,” you gasped in a hoarse whisper, your throat tight as you bit back another whine. “Please fuck me, someone, anyone!” You writhed harder, your legs twitching with indecision as you squeezed your thighs together, then tried to open them in offering, only for the cool air of the room to tease against your dripping folds and remind you of how empty you felt. Tears pricked at your eyes as you looked between the men, imploring them to move past the surprise on their faces and put you out of your misery. “Please, god, I need cock—I need it, please, please, someone fuck me!”
The tears in your eyes seemed to snap Ransom out of the trance that had overtaken the men and he reached for your hips, grabbing you and spinning your body on the hard surface. Without preamble, he dragged you to the edge of the table, spreading your thighs obscenely wide. A whimper escaped you at being bared so plainly to Ransom’s eyes—and the hungry gazes of the rest of the men—your hips working in the air as you humped against nothing.
“I get her pussy first,” Ransom bit out, and none of the men protested, their eyes transfixed on your body like they couldn’t believe how effective their spell had been. Ransom made quick work of unzipping his pants and pushing them down his thighs so he could pull out his thick cock. Though you tried to catch a glimpse, you didn’t get a good look at his cock before he was shoving himself inside you roughly with no concern for whether you were prepared for him or not.
In fact, you weren’t. Although you were wetter than you’d ever been in your life, it had been a while since your last partner and you were tight—and Ransom was thick. He split you open with one thrust and you screamed as he impaled you with his cock, the pain of him stretching you transforming instantly into pleasure. A heated thrill shot through your body from your core, making you moan and writhe on the table, forcing Ransom to grab your thighs harshly enough to bruise so that he could hold you still.
“Shit, she’s so fucking tight—holy fuck,” Ransom rasped, groaning as your cunt clenched around his thick cock. You let out a high keening sound, satisfied for the moment to be filled, but you needed him to move so he could finally, hopefully sate the arousal burning through your veins. Uncaring about your plight, Ransom grabbed your face in one hand, turning you to look up at where he loomed over you. “Is this why you came to our door, doll?” he asked in a cold, cruel voice. “You needed a cult of warlocks to fuck your tight pussy open?”
The only answer you could give him was a loud moan tumbling past your lips, your eyes going heavy-lidded as you nodded your head in Ransom’s grip. You barely understood what you were agreeing to, but it sounded right, and he felt so good inside you. You’d agree to anything Ransom said in that moment.
“Dumb fucking slut,” he muttered, chuckling darkly. He was laughing at the dumbfounded look on your face as he started to fuck you, pounding into you like he didn’t care for your pleasure or pain.
You were so caught up in Ransom’s cock and his words that you didn’t hear the chorus of belt buckles being undone as the other men pulled their hard lengths from their pants. Not that you could’ve looked away even if you’d wanted, Ransom held your face in his firm grip, forcing you to stare up at him as his face contorted with pleasure while he fucked you.
“Stick your tongue out, doll,” he ordered through gritted teeth. The magic of the mark urged you to obey, but you would’ve done it willingly, sticking your tongue out eagerly over your bottom lip to make Ransom happy. He grinned, the expression looking practically devious on his face and then he spit in your mouth. “Swallow,” he ordered, and you did so with a smile before even feeling the magic’s urging. “Fuck,” Ransom groaned, standing up straight and shooting a look at Steve. “Good call with the obedience clause, Kemp, it’s so fucking hot seeing the little slut do anything we say.”
Steve smirked, his eyes darkening as he watched you get fucked senseless by his fellow warlock, then glanced across the table at Nick. “Why don’t you test out your suggestion, Fowler,” Steve said, the friendliness in his tone belying a darkness that hovered just beneath the surface of the man. You shivered, trying to think through the pleasure filling your head to remember what Nick had suggested be added to the spell, but Steve’s next words reminded you. “Let’s see if our whore gets off on pain.”
You tried to make a sound of protest, but all that came out was an eager groan, your hands squeezing your tits as pleasure coursed through your body, Ransom’s cock feeling so good filling your pussy. You looked up in time to see Nick smirking, his eyes fixed on you as he shoved Ransom’s hand away from your face. Nick leaned over you, his face filling your vision.
It took your breath away to see the depth of the depraved desire in Nick’s glittering blue eyes, the greedy, hungry smirk gracing his handsome face. He braced your head with one hand, holding you as still as possible while Ransom fucked into you roughly, smoothing the palm of his other hand over your cheek in preparation. You had a sinking feeling you knew what was coming, and your body betrayed you, getting even wetter for the ruthless men.
“Tell me if this hurts, princess,” Nick cooed, a mocking tone in his voice that only made you hotter. Before you could nod or agree, Nick pulled his hand back from your cheek and slapped you across the face. You cried out, arching your back and pushing yourself down on Ransom’s cock, the stinging pain in your cheek radiating through your body as pleasure overwhelmed you. Your whole body shivered at the overwhelming sensations, mouth open in a silent moan.
When you didn’t say anything, Nick rubbed his hand over your stinging cheek, soothing some of the burn, though it didn’t matter since your mind only processed the pleasure of the pain. “How’d that feel, princess?” Nick asked, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to your cheek, prompting you to crack open your eyes.
“Feels s’good,” you slurred, your lashes fluttering as Ransom fucked you even harder, getting off on the sight of you enjoying Nick hitting you. Ransom’s cock battered against a spot deep inside you that ached with every thrust and you realized belatedly it was your cervix. You spread your thighs wider, letting Ransom’s cock penetrate you even deeper, hitting your cervix harder, sending delicious pulses of aching pleasure through your body until your legs were shaking. On the edge of your release, you were so desperate for it that you looked up at Nick, whimpering, “Slap me again.”
“Fuck,” Ari hissed from above you and you had to crane your neck to catch a glimpse of him. His brown hair was swept back from his face, his mouth contorted in a hungry snarl as his blue eyes bored into yours. Your gaze drifted down his body and you saw him pumping his cock slowly in one fist, the other planted on the table, restraint in every line of his body. “Give our girl what she wants, Fowler,” he bit out, staring at you the whole time.
So focused on Ari, you didn’t see Nick’s hand coming and you cried out again when he slapped you. The pleasure rocketed through your body and went straight to your clit, the needy bundle of nerves throbbing while your cunt clenched down hard on Ransom’s cock. He groaned loudly, rutting into you wildly while you watched Ari stroke his cock to the sight of you writhing on the table from Nick’s stinging slap.
“Gonna come,” Ransom huffed, drawing your attention away from the others. You looked up at the man looming over you, his face twisted and feral with his desire for you. In that moment, you knew that no matter how much Ransom pretended not to care about you or your pleasure, he wanted you just as much as the others seemed to. He wanted you, and that knowledge worked alongside the spell, driving you to beg for something you’d never allowed any of your previous partners to do.
“Come inside me,” you rasped, desperation in your tone as you stared up into Ransom’s wild blue eyes. “Please, come inside me, Ransom, I need your come.”
“Fuck yes, that’s right, doll, you need it don’t you?” he growled out, his tone mocking and a little desperate. Leaning down over you, Ransom didn’t even need to ask—you parted your lips, sticking your tongue out and were gratified when he spit in your mouth, swallowing it before begging him some more for his come.
“Please, Ransom, I need it,” you said on a sharp gasp. Wrapping your legs around Ransom, you held him as tightly as your meager strength allowed, pulling him deep inside your body as he pounded into you with every thrust. You were so close to coming, desperation loosening your tongue. “I need your come!” you cried. “Fill me up, fuck me full, please Ransom, oh god, claim my pussy with your come—please!”
Ransom let out a loud groan as he shoved his cock as deep in your cunt as he could go, hitting your cervix hard and making you cry out with the painful pleasure of it. You felt him twitch, his cock spilling his come right against your cervix and it spurred your own release. You came with a piercing scream, your back arching off the table, your body pressing down on Ransom’s cock as your inner walls milked the last drops of his come from him.
Before you’d even finished coming, Ransom pulled his spent cock from inside you and you groaned unhappily at the loss of him, pouting up at the handsome warlock, but he looked too wrecked to notice. Ransom stumbled back and collapsed into one of the high backed chairs surrounding the table, which you realized dazedly was a nicer dining table set than what should’ve been found in an abandoned house.
You didn’t have time to dwell on that realization, though, because the brief respite from the arousal burning through your body was over and it returned full force, even stronger than before. One of your hands grasped your breast, pulling hard on your nipple, while the other went between your legs, feeling Ransom’s come dripping from your hole and fingering it back inside you. A whine left your lips as you looked around at the other four men still standing around the table, all of them gripping their cocks in one hand.
“Please,” you murmured in a desperate whisper. “I need more.” The men exchanged quick glances, like they were trying to figure out who should go next. With an impatient huff, Nick rounded the table, rolling his eyes at his fellow warlocks, and stood between your parted thighs. His hands skimmed from your knees down to your core and he pushed your hand away, your dripping fingers rising to your mouth as you sucked on the combined taste of you and Ransom.
“My turn, princess,” Nick growled before plunging inside your still fluttering cunt. He was just as thick as Ransom, though not as long, and although you’d been stretched out by Ransom’s brutal fucking, it was still a stretch to take Nick, especially when your hole was so sensitive from your release. In fact, the roughness of Nick’s thrust and the feeling of him splitting you open made you come again, one cresting wave of pleasure blurring into the next.
A sharp cry tore from your throat, your hands reaching out blindly because you needed something to cling to while Nick started fucking your pussy ferociously, shoving deep inside your clenching cunt. Your fingers brushed against someone and you opened your eyes to see Steve looming over your head. Trailing your gaze down his body, you saw his cock was level with your face and you opened your mouth instinctively, sticking your tongue out and wiggling your head closer so you could try to taste him.
“Look at you,” Steve marveled, using his grip on the base of his cock to smack the tip against your tongue. You moaned at the tease of his musky taste, straining your neck as you tried to take him inside your mouth. You wanted nothing more in that moment than to suck his cock, but he pulled it away, smacking his hardness against your cheek and laughing a little as you chased him with your mouth. “Does the needy little kitten wanna lick my cock?” he cooed, darkness hidden beneath the warmth of his tone.
You’d never been someone who could talk dirty so freely with your partners. It always felt more awkward than sexy, but there was something about the way the men treated you, the way they prompted you, that made you feel comfortable with saying the dirtiest things you could think of. Which was why you looked up at Steve, catching his eye and begging him in your sweetest voice.
“Yes, please, Steve,” you rasped, your voice going soft and sweet in a little purr. “Let me suck your cock, please,” you begged, your lips chasing Steve’s hard length and pressing a suckling kiss to the underside while he groaned, staring down into your desperate, needy face. “I’ll suck you so good,” you promised the near-feral man standing over you. “I’ll suck your cock until you’re coming down my tight little throat, please just let me taste you.”
“Well if you insist,” Steve muttered, letting his cock touch your lips. His blue eyes darkened and he raked a hand through his hair while he tapped the tip of his cock against your mouth. “Let me see you worship this cock, kitten, and maybe I’ll let you swallow my come.”
You didn’t need to be told twice, reaching up and grabbing Steve’s cock eagerly. You twisted your upper body so you could press kisses up and down Steve’s length before finally licking through the slit at the tip, groaning at the taste of his precum. “Thank you, Steve,” you mumbled, your lips trailing down the veins of his cock. “Thank you.”
Your words cut off in a cry when Nick slapped one of your tits, the sting of it morphing into pleasure and drawing your attention back to the other man. You caught his darkened gaze while you kissed Steve’s cock. Your arousal was nearly overwhelming, and the fact that you had two cocks was helping to ease the ache, replaced by the burning pleasure of Nick fucking your pussy and the attention you were giving to Steve’s cock.
When you stopped kissing Steve’s length for a second to moan, Nick growled. “Don’t stop worshipping his cock, princess,” he ordered, smacking your tits again and pinching your nipples until you cried out. You refocused on Steve’s dick as pleasure and humiliation made you hotter, pushing you closer and closer to the edge of another release. Nick caught your eye, his gaze burning into yours as he tortured your tits. “Show us what a good little slut you are for our cocks.”
Your pussy was soaking wet from your own arousal and Ransom’s come, and it was only getting worse with the way Nick was fucking you and treating you. Lewd squelching sounds were coming from your pussy as Nick fucked you hard, his balls slapping against your ass with every thrust. He pinched your nipples again, and you moaned, your spine arching up off the table.
“Mm, fuck,” you groaned, wrapping your lips around the head of Steve’s cock and sucking hard, taking your pleasure out on him. The man above you grunted, his hand grabbing the back of your head and holding you down on him. You sucked and licked at Steve’s cock while Nick fucked you and played with your tits like they were his own personal stress toys. For a long moment, you were lost in the two men, until another voice dragged your attention to the only man who’d been silent since the spell had taken effect.
“You like that, angel?” Andy asked from the head of the table. Your eyes found him. His expression was unreadable, but his blue eyes gleamed with hunger. He was stroking his cock to the sight of you getting fucked, so you knew he wasn’t unaffected, but he was trying his hardest to remain aloof—the stern leader of the warlocks who wouldn’t deign to be reduced to his basest needs. “You like having your tits abused by Fowler while he fucks your pretty pussy like he owns it and Kemp shoves his cock in your mouth?”
You held Andy’s gaze as Steve pushed his cock deep into your mouth, making you gag before pulling out so you could answer. “Yes,” you said on a gasp, reaching for Andy with one hand. “And I want more.” Your fingers couldn’t reach Andy’s cock, but when the warlock nodded to the two men above you, they moved your body down the table. Andy grabbed your hand, wrapping it around his cock and using your soft palm to stroke himself. He was hot and hard beneath your fingers, and you moaned softly at the feel of him.
“Do you like being used by men who are so much more powerful than you?” Andy bit out through gritted teeth, his dark blue eyes furious as he stared down at you. He was unraveling at the seams and you, for one, couldn’t wait to see how he’d fuck you when it was his turn.
Nodding as you pressed suckling kisses to Steve’s cock, you smirked up at Andy, which only made him narrow his eyes and squeeze his hand around yours, pumping himself teasingly slow. “Yes, sir,” you said sweetly, your voice raspy with need.
A growl erupted from Andy, but you were distracted from his furious arousal because your body was being shifted again. Steve pulled you to the edge of the table so your head hung over the side, forcing Nick to climb up to keep fucking you, his blue eyes watching you from above as he thrust back into you.
“Fuck, I gotta feel this throat around my cock,” Steve grunted, rubbing the tip of his dick along your lips, spreading his precum over your mouth. “Open up, kitten, let me fuck those pretty lips,” he ordered.
Again, you felt the urging of the magic forcing you to obey, but you knew you would’ve done what he asked even if they hadn’t made that part of the spell. You opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out and you were gratified to feel Steve slide his cock into you. He groaned as your wet, hot mouth wrapped around his length.
“That’s it, kitten, take it,” he groaned, pushing deep into you, stopping when you were on the verge of gagging. “Take my cock deep in that pretty mouth.” He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back inside.
Steve’s cock bumped against the back of your throat and you gagged, flailing a little on the table as he pushed his hardness into your throat. Andy held your hand firm around his cock and he grunted when you squeezed him unexpectedly. Your other arm was caught by Ari, who brought your hand up to his lips. He kissed the back of your fingers before lowering it to wrap around his cock.
You could tell he was big, your fingers barely meeting around his girth. Though you didn’t have the capacity in the moment to wonder at how he’d fit inside you, your pussy gushed as if in preparation to take him, making Nick slide in all the more easily. Ari used your small hand to stroke his hard length, both him and Andy pumping themselves into your soft palms.
Steve groaned happily when he slid into your throat, hilting himself to the base of his cock. The position you were in, with your head upside down and hanging over the edge of the table, made it easier to take him, but he was still big and thick and you had to breathe through your nose, which was brushing against his balls.
As you struggled to get used to the feeling of Steve in your throat, Nick kept pounding your pussy in long, rough strokes, playing with your tits and pushing you even deeper onto Steve’s cock. Andy and Ari used your hands, so nearly every part of you was being owned and used by one of the warlocks. You were so overwhelmed by the four men, you had no hope of doing anything other than reveling in the feeling of them using your body for their pleasure.
Steve shifted in your throat and you gagged, choking around his hard length, your body twitching with distress, which only made him chuckle. “That’s it, kitten,” Steve in a low, soft voice that was very nearly a purr. “Let me feel that tight throat squeezing my cock.”
You tried to relax, but he was so big and so deep, your throat was clenching down on him as you tried to swallow and breathe through your nose. He pressed even deeper, pushing his balls against your nose, and you started to have trouble breathing. After a moment of trying to draw in a breath, you began to struggle, your body squirming on the table. Your cunt clenched down on Nick’s cock while you squeezed Ari and Andy’s cocks hard. All the men above you grunted at your body’s reflexive reaction to not being able to breathe.
Thankfully, Andy seemed to understand the problem and you heard his sharp voice above you. “Don’t suffocate her, Kemp,” Andy ordered. A second later, Steve let up, pulling his hard cock from your mouth so you could breathe easier.
As you were sucking in as much air as you could, Nick pulled out of your pussy, and you were confused for a second because you hadn’t felt him come. But then he was lifting your hips up and his fingers were teasing your soaked, messy folds. If it didn’t feel so good, you might’ve felt some shame about how wet you were, but all you could do was moan.
Deciding you’d gotten enough air, Steve shoved his hard length back into your mouth, fucking you in thrusts that had his cock hitting the back of your throat. You cried out in surprise, but managed to relax when Steve didn’t go too deep, moaning around him as Nick continued to play with your cunt. Then, without warning, Nick slapped your pussy, his fingers stinging your clit and making you scream around Steve’s cock, your whole body clenching and your fingers gripping Andy and Ari tightly in your hands.
“Oh fuck,” Steve groaned, his curse joining the pleasured grunts of the other two men. With your head where it was, you couldn’t see what the men were doing, but you imagined they were watching the way your body reacted to Nick smacking your pussy, your spine arching up off the table and your chest heaving. “That felt good,” Steve said, a darkness in his voice. “Do it again, Fowler.”
Nick didn’t need any more prompting than that. Steve’s command was your only warning before Nick spanked your pussy repeatedly, his palm coming down on your soft, swollen folds and making you scream around Steve’s cock. Your throat clamping down on the head of his dick while your hands squeezed Andy and Ari, who were still using you to stroke their cocks. You were so overwhelmed by the sensations that you didn’t realize they’d driven you right to the edge of your release, and you were barely hanging on.
When Nick slid his cock back inside your pussy, his fingers rubbing your clit ruthlessly, you shattered apart again. Your vision blacked out from the barrage of pleasure, your body going tight and hot as you were dragged beneath the avalanche of bliss. Your scream was muffled by Steve’s dick in your mouth, the sound strangled but still loud as your body writhed on the table. Both Nick and Steve fucked into your holes, chasing their own releases in your body, while Andy and Ari each used your hands to squeeze the bases of their cocks to stop them from coming.
“Fuck yes, kitten,” Steve groaned, fucking into your mouth, his balls slapping against your nose with every thrust. “Let me hear you scream on my cock—feels so fucking good.” Steve’s cock jerked in your mouth and, a moment later, you felt him coming down your throat. You did your best to swallow it all down while Nick rutted into your cunt.
“So fucking tight, princess,” Nick gritted out. His knees were planted on the table beneath your ass and he was using the leverage to pound into your fluttering channel. His thrusts and his cock were brutal, unrelenting, which only prolonged your orgasm. “You’re gonna make me come—fuck, take it, take my come, princess.”
He pushed in roughly with a loud grunt, and you felt his cock throbbing inside you as his come spurted against your cervix. Both men fucked you through their releases, using your body until they were spent, which only extended your pleasure. For a long moment, you were floating in contentment, a sated feeling filling you just as surely as their come.
Steve pulled his cock from your swollen lips, leaning down so you could see his satisfied expression. You smiled happily at him, leaning into his hand when he stroked it down the side of your face. “Good kitten,” he murmured, and your practically purred at the praise. Too soon, Steve was stepping back from the table and collapsing into a chair.
However, you were quickly distracted from the loss by Nick pulling his cock from your pussy. He gave you one last sharp smack to your clit, your whole body jerking like you’d been struck with a livewire as the feeling sent a new wash of arousal over you. “You did well, princess,” Nick praised, some warmth seeping into his tone. When you dragged your head up enough to look at him, there was a small, satisfied smirk on his handsome face and his blue eyes were gleaming with hunger. “But you’re not done yet.”
At his words, even more renwed desire flooded through your body, burning brighter than it had all night, and a needy whine spilled from your lips. “Please, more,” you begged in a desperate whisper. You whimpered when Nick merely smirked and dropped down into one of the chairs surrounding the table. Looking to Andy and Ari on either side of you, you turned your pleas on the final two men. “I need more cock, more come,” you said, your voice a plaintive whine. “Use me, please, use my body however you want—just fuck me.”
“Shh, sweetheart,” Ari cooed at you softly, gathering your sweat-slicked and squirming body up from the table. He sat down and leaned back, maneuvering you on top of him so the juncture of your thighs pressed down on his big, thick cock, making you moan and your lashes flutter. You could tell from the way his hard length dug into your lower belly that was going to fill you god and you shivered at the thought.
Between your legs, you could feel your wetness and the come of two of the warlocks dripping down from your hole and coating Ari’s cock, but he made no move to slide inside your aching slit. A whimper escaped you as the burning desire of the spell worked through your body, and you knew you wouldn’t be satisfied until Andy and Ari filled you up at the same time. When you gave your best pleading look to Ari, he only chuckled, cupping your face in one hand.
“Andy and I will take good care of you,” he promised, before flicking his gaze over your shoulder to where the other warlock was moving to stand at your back. “Won’t we, Barber?” Ari’s tone was warm and a little teasing as he addressed the other man. However, Andy didn’t seem to be in the mood for Ari’s teasing or the warmth he was showing you.
“Tilt her hips, Levinson,” Andy ordered. Ari chuckled at Andy’s sternness, but his big hands manhandled your body, lifting your hips to present your pussy to Andy. The other man smoothed his hands over your ass, grasping it in a bruising grip that had you gasping softly and deepening the arch of your back as you pressed into his hold. That got a pleased rumble out of Andy. “Good girl, angel,” he praised, his voice softening just a little. “Show me that dripping cunt.”
You mewled and did your best to arch even more for him. Andy hummed another pleased sound and then he was notching the head of his cock at your tight pussy and sliding inside. You’d been worked open by Ransom and Nick so it wasn’t an effort to take Andy, but it still made you gasp to be filled up again. Your body relaxed on top of Ari and you lay your cheek down against the soft sweater over his muscular chest. “So good, sir,” you mumbled, your mind a haze of need and satisfaction.
Andy chuckled, the first time you’d heard anything remotely resembling delight from him since you’d approached the old Drysdale house, and you couldn’t help but smile. Andy thrust into you a few times, barely ramping up your pleasure before he pulled his cock from your sopping wet pussy.
You whined at the loss of him and pouted into Ari’s chest, who laughed from beneath you, the sound ricocheting through your ribcage. Before you could protest further, Ari reached between your bodies and he guided you to lift your hips enough so he could line himself up with your cunt.
“That’s it, sweetheart, take my cock,” Ari urged as you lowered yourself down on him. You were eager to do as he said, not pausing to wonder what Ari and Andy had planned for you, and pressed your pussy down on the stiff length beneath you.
Ari was thicker than any of the others and it took effort to take him. You were panting, pushing yourself up with your hands on Ari’s chest as you worked yourself down his length. Meanwhile, he was content to lay back on the table and watch you rise and fall on his cock, taking more each time. His handsome face was filled with adoration as he stared up at you, and the emotions inspired by that look only urged you on.
“Good girl, sweetheart,” he praised, his blue eyes sparkling as he watched you. The affectionate heat in his gaze made your heart warm with pleasure and you grinned down at him. Ari squeezed your hips but let you take your time. In his deep, pleased voice, he murmured encouragingly, “You’re doing so well—taking daddy’s cock so perfectly.”
Off to the side, you heard Ransom snicker and mutter, “daddy,” derisively, but the honorific only added to your arousal, the flames of your desire licking through your veins. Your eyes went heavy-lidded as you stared down at Ari.
“You feel so good, daddy,” you purred, pushing your cunt down until his cock was fully buried inside you. You leaned back down over the man beneath you, plastering yourself against Ari, who smiled at your blissed-out expression. He cupped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss.
Fireworks lit behind your eyes as you kissed the handsome warlock, moaning softly into his mouth. It felt amazing to have his lips sliding against yours, his tongue plunging into your mouth to stroke against yours. Distantly, you realized it was the first time any of the men had kissed you and you whimpered at how much it added to the heat in your body. It had felt good when Ransom, Nick and Steve had used your body roughly for their pleasure, but Ari’s softness was another kind of devastating bliss, and you never wanted it to end.
Your hips started working of their own volition, moving in a rolling motion to fuck your pussy on Ari’s cock. Ari groaned into your mouth, your kiss turning messy as you both began writhing together, your ass coming down to slap against Ari’s thighs as he speared his cock up into your pussy. Andy let you both have a moment to enjoy each other, then his hands on your ass stilled your movements.
“Hang on, angel,” Andy rumbled from behind you, his hands sliding up your back and down again to your ass. “We’re not done filling you.” You didn’t have a second to stop and wonder what he meant. With his grip on your ass, Andy spread your cheeks wide until he could press the tip of his cock against your puckered entrance. You gasped and flailed, wrenching your mouth from Ari’s and turning to look up at Andy with wide eyes.
“I-I’ve never taken anyone there,” you said in a pleading tone, your uncertainty over what Andy had planned for you warring with the effects of the spell, which made you want to submit to whatever he told you to do. The delicious burning desire took the edge off your concern, making you think that you’d enjoy having both your holes filled by Andy and Ari, but you still worried you wouldn’t be able to take them at the same time. They were so big.
Andy only gave you a grim smile, the softness he’d started to show fleeing from his expression. “I told you that you should’ve run, angel,” he said, pushing against the tight rosebud of your ass, making you whimper and shake on top of Ari, your cunt clenching down on his cock lodged in your pussy. “Now be a good girl and relax,” Andy commanded, smoothing his hands up your spine, like he could force you to calm with his touch instead of his words.
The magic of the spell worked through your body, forcing you to relax, and you felt your uncertainty waning along with it. The thought of Andy filling your ass while Ari pounded into your cunt was too enticing, so you let yourself submit to what the men wanted. “Yes, sir,” you murmured. A moment later, the tip of Andy’s dick popped into your ass and you let out a soft whine while the warlock groaned above you. It was such an unfamiliar sensation, but not bad. It even felt good. When you realized that, you moaned happily.
“So fucking tight, angel,” Andy rasped, his voice hoarse with his own unbridled desire. He pushed in even further and made you whine again, your ass clamping down hard on Andy’s cock. He was barely inside you, but with Ari still in your cunt, you already felt impossibly full. You didn’t know how you could possibly take them both, but you were eager to try.
“Daddy,” you whimpered, overwhelmed by the exquisite stretch as Andy pressed deeper. It was too much, but you didn’t want them to stop, and Ari seemed to understand the conflicting emotions that were swirling within you. He cooed at you, peppering your face with kisses.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” Ari told you, his hands smoothing over your back and sides, groping and squeezing your body. “Just relax and be the good little slut I know you can be.” Your body listened to Ari’s command, your mind going hazy and then entirely blank as Andy kept pushing deeper, overwhelming you with the feeling of fullness.
Finally, after what felt like a long time of working your ass open with his cock, Andy pushed in the final inch. He groaned as he buried his cock in your tight hole. “Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight, angel,” he praised, his voice going warm again and making you smile with contentment at pleasing him. “I could live in your ass, it feels that fucking good,” he rasped.
“Mm, you haven’t had her pussy yet, Barber,” Ari rumbled from beneath you, bucking his hips up and fucking his dick deeper inside you, making you cry out and moan, before settling back on the table to let you get used to the feeling of both of them inside you. “She’s so wet and warm, our girl feels like heaven on my cock.”
You whimpered, your whole body trembling between the two warlocks, your ass and cunt impaled on their cocks. You were filled to the brim with both of them, and yet you wanted more—you wanted them to move, to fuck you and claim you and ruin you for all others outside their circle of warlocks.
“Daddy,” you whined, squirming between the bodies of the two men, but Ari shushed you with a kiss. When he pulled away, he wrapped a hand around the front of your throat, holding you so that all you could do was stare into his face. His blue eyes were glittering in the firelight filling the room, a smirk on his lips. He looked otherworldly and fucking glorious.
“Tell daddy how good it feels to be so full of warlock cock,” he ordered, his blue eyes shining with desire. Another whine worked its way free from you, your mind so blissed out you weren’t sure where you’d find the words to respond, but the spell wouldn’t let you ignore Ari’s command.
“Feels so fucking good, daddy,” you said on a gasp as Andy started fucking your ass from behind. His big hands kneaded your asscheeks while he gave you slow, shallow thrusts that were little more than teasing. “Oh god, I love it—I love being filled with your big cocks,” you cried, going crosseyed when Ari began grinding up into your cunt. It was so much sensation, your mind going blank as you were overwhelmed by pleasure, but the burning desire within you still wasn’t satisfied. “Please—oh god, I need more—I need all my holes filled with cock!”
“Well if you insist,” Ransom drawled from beside you, dragging your attention away from the two men behind and beneath you. You lifted your head and saw the arrogant man stroking his cock, and you realized he must’ve gotten hard again from watching you get fucked by the other the warlocks. Ransom smirked when you looked at him, his blue eyes pinning you where you were. “I’m happy to skullfuck you while Levinson and Barber fuck your other holes—all you gotta do is beg, doll.”
It wasn’t an order, so the spell didn’t urge you to obey; instead, you were acting on your own free will when you opened your mouth and started begging for more cock. “Please, Ransom,” you said, looking up into his mirthless gaze. There was a greedy hunger sparkling in those blue depths and it called to something in you, letting you act just as desperate and needy as you felt. “Please, fuck my mouth, and use my throat like a toy to get yourself off,” you begged, your words tripping over each other in your eagerness to get them out. “Please, please come down my throat—I need your come again, I need it—please, fill me up.”
Ransom’s smile was sharp, but pleased as he stepped up to the table. “Kiss your daddy one last time, doll,” he growled, eyes glittering and dangerous with the amount of hunger still filling them. “Because that pretty mouth of yours is mine.” It filled you with awe how Ransom could make you feel so dirty and so good at the same time, but you didn’t question it as you turned back to Ari, intent on doing exactly as Ransom said without the urging of the spell.
You kissed Ari fervently, sucking on his tongue when he plunged it into your mouth, not able to get enough of him in the short time Ransom allowed. Too soon, the other warlock was grabbing your head and wrenching you away from Ari’s mouth, pulling your face toward his cock that still smelled like your pussy. Ransom didn’t give you any other warning, just shoved his cock deep in your mouth, pushing into your throat immediately. You gagged and flailed for a few seconds, but got used to it quickly, groaning at the taste of his precum on the back of your tongue and the musk of your own arousal from when Ransom had fucked you earlier.
Andy started fucking your ass harder from behind, his big hands alternating between groping your ass and spanking you every so often, making you choke on Ransom while he fucked your mouth roughly. Ari’s hands were on your hips, holding you up enough that he could fuck you from underneath, his mouth latching onto your neck and sucking hickeys into your skin. But there were still two other warlocks, and Andy didn’t seem content to let you leave them out.
“Fowler, Kemp, why don’t you put our girl’s hands to good use,” he bit out, the ring of a command in his tone. You couldn’t see beyond the rippling muscles of Ransom’s abdomen, but you felt the presences of the other two men approach. Ransom’s grip on your head shifted so he could hold you up while he fucked your mouth, freeing your hands for Nick and Steve to grab.
The two warlocks were still recovering from getting off on using your body, so they were each in different states of hardness, but they both groaned when they wrapped your soft fingers around their cocks. Nick stroked himself with your hand, while Steve merely held you squeezing the base of his length. You moaned around Ransom’s dick, the arousal within you finally getting what it desired.
With all five warlocks touching you, fucking you, and using you, you were in heaven. All three of your holes were filled with cock, every vein on their hard lengths brushing against the sensitive inner walls of your pussy, ass and mouth. Ransom’s cock was heavy on your tongue, the muskiness of his precum mixing with your own arousal and making you light-headed with the combined taste. Meanwhile, Ari and Andy fucked your pussy and ass in tandem, making sure you were always filled up with one of their thick cocks. Steve and Nick were watching you, their dicks twitching and hardening in your hands as they used you to pleasure themselves.
It wasn’t long before you were on the edge of coming again. The groaned and grunted praise of the men surrounding you, all of them calling you their good girl, along with the way they brutally fucked your body, sent you hurtling over the edge and into the abyss of endless, overwhelming pleasure. Your body went white-hot and tight as you screamed around Ransom’s cock, your hips bearing down on Ari’s cock and pushing back on Andy’s hard length at the same time. All three of them fucked you harder, the squeezing of your body wringing pleasure from their stiff cocks.
Andy came first, losing himself in your tight, clenching ass. He spilled himself deep in your guts with a loud groan. He fucked his come deeper with shallow strokes as he leaned down over your back, brushing a kiss to your shoulder blade as he murmured, “You were so fucking good for me, angel.” You barely had a moment to enjoy his sweetness before Andy was standing up, smacking your ass before pulling out. That left Ari to chase his release from below, pounding into you and wresting another orgasm out of you, your entire body shaking with the force of it.
“Feel so perfect coming on daddy’s cock, sweetheart,” Ari groaned as he came in your pussy, shoving his cock deep inside you, the tip kissing against your cervix and flooding your cunt with his come. He grunted loudly into your neck, sucking hard on your skin and making you shiver in his arms. When he was spent, Ari simply collapsed beneath you, petting a hand down your spine.
Ransom fucked your throat harder, making you gag and choke on him, your spit and his precum dripping down your chin and pooling on the table beneath. “Fucking take it, doll, take my come,” Ransom growled, giving you your only warning that he was close. A moment later, his cock erupted in your mouth and he fucked his come deep into your throat, groaning while you choked and gagged, trying to swallow his come while he was still fucking you roughly. It was filthy and you loved it, the edges of your mouth curling up in a depraved smile while Ransom emptied himself inside you.
When Ransom pulled out, he wiped his dripping cock on your cheeks, the degradation of the act making you burn hotter with another wave of overwhelming arousal. No matter how many times you’d come, it still returned, flaring inside you and making you go brainless with your need for more cock and come.
Nick and Steve crowded in around your face and you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out in offering for them to fuck you. “Please,” you whimpered, your voice hoarse from how brutally your throat had been been fucked by first Steve and then Ransom. The warlocks’ cocks were fully hard, the heads red and angry while they used your hands to stroke themselves.
Neither Nick nor Steve wasted any time, shoving both their cocks into your mouth, stretching your lips obscenely. They couldn’t push very deep, but you used your tongue to lick at the slits on the tips of both their dicks, making them groan. With only a few more rough strokes of your hands around their cocks, they each grunted loudly, their dicks twitching as they came in your mouth.
With your lips stretched so wide and two cocks pumping their loads into your mouth, you didn’t have a hope of swallowing it all. Most of their come spilled down your chin, adding to the puddle of come and spit beneath your face. Nick stumbled back first, releasing your hand and falling into a chair.
You used the loss of him to wrap your lips around Steve, sucking on his cock until he grunted, “That’s enough, kitten,” and pulled himself from your mouth. Ari was still beneath you, his head turned to watch as you began scooping up the cum from your chin and feeding it into your mouth. He groaned, his cock twitching in your pussy.
From above you, Ransom chuckled. He bent down and cupped your face in one hand, only laughing harder when you whined because you had to stop what you were doing. “You’re such a filthy fucking slut,” he said, his words mean, but the warmth in his tone telling you he was happy about how dirty you were. “Why don’t you clean up your mess, doll?” He pointed to the puddle of spit and cum on the table.
Since it wasn’t an order, you weren’t forced to obey, but desire and arousal were still building within you, making you eager to comply. Happily, you started lapping up the puddle beneath you, cleaning the mess of fluids from the table. You moaned at the feeling of being degraded, enjoying what the warlocks had reduced you to too much to stop the soft, pleased sounds you made as you tasted their come and your spit.
Ari was hard again inside you, but when you started rolling your hips, fucking yourself on his cock, he slapped your ass. “You have the sweetest pussy, sweetheart,” he murmured in your ear while he pulled himself from your clutching heat. “But I think it’s someone else’s turn to fuck your tight hole.”
You let out a quiet whine as Ari lifted you off him and settled you back down on all fours on the table. You refocused on licking up the mess of fluids, the taste of the warlocks’ come making you go completely mindless, murmuring happily.
When you were done, the burning of your arousal doubled and you turned over onto your back, looking around the room, finding all five warlocks seated in high-backed chairs surrounding the table you were on. Warmth buzzed beneath your skin, an insistent need to be filled with more cock and more come. You gathered the rest of the come from your chin with your fingers, licking them clean as you caught the eye of the warlocks around you.
“Who’s next?” you asked in a raspy voice, spreading your thighs wide in an invitation. When none of the men moved, you trailed your fingers down your body and began to play with your soaking wet and swollen folds. “I’m so empty,” you whined, shoving three fingers into your tight hole, taking them easily since they in no way compared to any of the men’s cocks. “Want more cock,” you pouted at the warlocks. “Wanna fuck cock, wanna suck cock, please—I need to be fucked, to be used!” you cried, your voice growing desperate when none of them moved. “Ruin me, ruin my holes and make them yours—make me yours!”
Andy stood first, his grip unyielding as he grabbed your hips and spun your body, dragging your ass to the edge at the head of the table. He stepped between your parted thighs, pushing them up until you were folded in half. “You’re going to regret not running when you had a chance, angel,” he gritted out, lining up his thick cock with your pussy.
Smirking and dragging your fingers up to suck them clean of your juices and the come that your cunt had been filled with, you watched as Andy’s eyes darkened with no small sense of satisfaction. “I don’t think so, sir,” you sassed, your tone turning more than a little mocking on the last word. Andy’s eyes flashed at your brattiness. “But you can try to make me.”
With a frustrated growl, Andy shoved his already hard again cock deep in your pussy, hilting himself in your soft, wet heat and wrenching a pleasured cry from your lips. He groaned and wrapped a hand around your throat, the expression on his face making it clear he was determined to put you in your place. His fingers dug into the sides of your neck in a tight hold that left you speechless, like he was making sure you couldn’t talk back anymore.
“You should be careful, angel,” Andy warned as he started fucking your cunt in long, hard, ruthless thrusts, choking you a little harder with his fury. “If you give your body so willingly to a cult of warlocks, they might end up taking your soul, too.”
As that ominous warning rattled around in your head, Andy set to work ruining your pussy with his big cock, like he was serious about making you regret running from the house before they’d taken you. However, it only made you happier that you hadn’t. You were ecstatic to give yourself willingly to the five warlocks.
For hours, the warlocks took their time demolishing every single one of your holes, each man coming inside your pussy, ass and mouth at least once, if not more. Their strength and stamina were supernatural, and you were grateful for the spell they’d cast over you because it helped you keep up as they manhandled you around, moving you into whatever position they wanted.
Sometimes they’d pull you off the table and have you bouncing on two cocks, one in your cunt and one in your ass while you took another in your mouth, your hands wrapped around the last two. When you were too wrung out to sit up, they had you spread out on your back, a cock in your ass, another in your pussy, another in your mouth, and one in each of your hands.
Eventually, after so long you’d completely lost track of how much time had passed—whether it was a half dozen hours or a half dozen days—the warlocks finally flagged, having exhausted themselves. The last of them collapsed into a chair after spilling his come in your pussy, which was bloated and full from how many loads you’d taken. You looked around dazedly at the wrecked warlocks, all of them sprawled in the high-backed chairs surrounding the table.
The unnatural heat of your arousal finally began to ebb and you realized you must’ve satisfied all the men enough that the spell was wearing off. You only had enough time to smile happily to yourself before you fell into an exhausted sleep on the table, feeling warm and content.
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Sometime later, you awoke in a bed softer than clouds, your body deliciously sore and a pleasant ache between your legs. The events of the night came back to you in a rush and desire flamed to life in your core, one that you knew wasn’t prompted by any kind of magic. Your legs, clean of the stickiness of the sweat and come you’d been bathed in the night before, shifted beneath the soft blanket of the bed before you settled back down, a smile curving your lips.
After a moment of drifting in the haze between sleep and waking, voices began to permeate your peace. You recognized them as belonging to your warlocks, the sound of their voices deepening your smile until you heard what they were talking about.
“I don’t like this,” Steve was saying, a sharpness in his tone that he’d never used with you. You wondered what he was talking about, your still half-asleep mind struggling to make sense of the conversation, but knowing it wasn’t good if Steve sounded so unhappy. “What if she chooses to leave?”
“Then she chooses to leave,” Ari growled, but there was a note of disquiet in his voice, too. He paused, like he was looking at you and you could almost feel the weight of his stare on your face, distracting you for a moment. But then he went on. “We can’t keep her here forever.”
“Yeah,” Nick agreed, his voice decisive as he confirmed what Ari said. You could practically see the sharp nod he gave, even though your eyes were still closed as you clung to the last remnants of sleep. “At some point, someone will slip up and forget to redo the spell and she’ll get free anyway.”
Ari huffed an annoyed sound. “That’s not what I meant,” he muttered, sounding almost offended.
You were having trouble following the conversation. Though you understood they were talking about you, you didn’t know what they meant by there being a choice, though Nick’s words about redoing a spell intrigued you. After the fun you’d had with the warlocks, you were eager to let them do the same libido spell on you—after you’d recovered a little more. Eerily enough, Ransom’s addition to the conversation seemed to echo your own thoughts.
“I think she’ll agree to stay,” Ransom broke in, the other men going quiet. You could hear the arrogant smirk on his pretty face when he went on. “After the thorough dicking she got last night? What girl wouldn’t want more of that?”
A flush crept through your body, your slit beginning to throb at Ransom’s words. He was right, you wanted more of the warlocks. In fact, you never wanted to leave them, you wanted to stay in the old Drysdale house and let them use your body whenever they wanted.
As the warlocks muttered their responses to Ransom’s words, you realized the only way you’d discover what they were talking about, what choice they were giving you, was to join the conversation. Blinking in the golden, late afternoon sunshine spilling into the room, you found all five men standing in the doorway of the bedroom where you’d been sleeping.
The room itself was nice and clean, certainly not what you’d expect from a supposedly abandoned house. You were laying in a large bed with soft white sheets and blankets, while the rest of the room was bright and warm, antique furniture filling the space and a large, thick rug covering the wooden floor. It was cozy, and you thought you could get used to living in a place like this, when the men caught your attention.
Andy, who’d been silent throughout the discussion, was the first to notice you were awake. He pushed through the others and came to sit beside you on the bed. Your body was covered up to your chin with a thick comforter, though you wore nothing else.
He was dressed in one of the navy blue suits you often saw him wearing around town and his buttoned up appearance made you excruciatingly aware that you were naked beneath the blanket. Looking to the other men, they were all dressed in new clothes, and your core throbbed at the memory of the exceptional amount of pleasure they’d given you the night before.
Pushing past the shyness you felt in their suddenly overwhelming presence, you looked to Andy for answers. “What’re you guys talking about?” you asked, your voice raspy from sleep. Your throat was a little sore from how many times the men had fucked your mouth the night before and you pressed fluttering fingers to it.
Andy seemed to understand what was wrong and he reached for a glass of water on the side table, holding it out to you while helping you sit up so you could drink it. You clutched the blanket to your chest, not really knowing why you cared when all the men had seen you bared and naked far more than clothed the night before. But, you told yourself as you drank the water, that had been different. Now it was the day after and you realized you didn’t know where you stood with the warlocks. Uneasiness settled in your gut.
The men waited patiently until you’d finished off the water. Andy took the empty glass from you and set it back on the side table before explaining.
“You have two options, angel,” he started, sternness in his tone and a grim look on his face. Your stomach flipped and sank, but you appreciated him getting right to the point. You looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to lay out your choices. “We can either wipe your memory so you forget everything that happened last night,” he said. His eyes were watching you carefully, so you were certain he saw the way your face fell even if you tried not to show your disappointment.
“We can’t let you go back to your life knowing there’s a secret society of warlocks in town,” Steve jumped in, his expression just as resigned as Andy’s. But he seemed disgruntled about the option Andy had presented, even as he explained why it would be necessary. “It could be dangerous for us if word got out.”
Before you could protest that you’d never tell anyone about them, Andy cut back in, diverting your attention from Steve and the others.
“Or,” Andy said, shooting a glare at Steve before turning back to you, his expression softening. That little bit of fondness that appeared in his features made your heart soar with hope as you waited with bated breath for the other option. “You can stay with us, and we’ll bind you to us—you’ll be ours.”
“Yes,” you said immediately, not taking even a moment to think it over. You glanced from Andy to the others. “Yes, I want to be yours.” Ransom looked triumphant while Ari grinned and Nick and Steve cracked small smiles, but when you looked back at Andy, his expression was carefully guarded, making you deflate a little. “Please?” Your voice was so small it made you sound pathetic, but you were certain in your heart and soul you knew what you wanted.
Ari strode over to the bed, kneeling beside you and taking one of your hands in both of his. He shot Andy a glare, “Stop being a dick to our girl,” he snapped at Andy before turning to you. “Ignore Barber, he’s just worried you aren’t thinking this through.”
“But I know what I want,” you protested, looking first to Andy and then the other men, who were moving closer to the bed.
Nick sat beside your feet, reaching out with one hand and wrapping it around your ankle through the blanket, giving you a comforting squeeze as he addressed Andy. “Why don’t you tell her what being bound to us means,” Nick suggested. “Once she has all the information, you can’t accuse her of deciding too rashly.”
Shooting an exasperated look around at the others, Andy finally settled his deep blue gaze on you. “Your soul will be ours, angel,” he said carefully, like he was breaking bad news to you.
But what he said didn’t sound so bad, you were already fairly certain the warlocks owned your heart—you’d given it to them at some point the night before when they’d been filling your body so exquisitely. But Andy didn’t seem to be done.
Andy cleared his throat. “Your life will be inextricably linked to ours,” he said in that same grim tone. “You won’t be able to stand being away from us for any period of time, you’ll have to move in with us, stay with us, or it’ll hurt you,” Andy explained. He paused briefly, but you knew he still had more to say so you stayed quiet. He took a deep, fortifying breath before pinning you with his gaze. “You’ll live until the last of us dies, and then you’ll join us in the afterlife.”
His words echoed in the quiet room and you turned over what he’d said, thinking about what it meant. If you were to be bound to the warlocks, you’d be giving yourself to five men, five men you’d have to spend the rest of your life with, since it sounded like you could never leave them for fear of the binding causing you harm. And then you’d spend eternity with them in the afterlife.
Looking around the room, you could admit to yourself you didn’t know most of the men very well. Aside from Ari, you hadn’t spent any time with them other than the marathon gangbang the night before, which wasn’t exactly conducive to learning if you had any shared hobbies with the others. But that didn’t mean you were incompatible with them.
Taking your silence as hesitation, Ransom jumped in, filling the quiet that had fallen after Andy’s explanation. “Don’t worry, doll, we’ll take good care of you,” he promised, a hint of desperation in his tone. “You’ll be our perfect little pet, and we’ll dick you down just like last night all the time.” He shot you an arrogant smirk, that made you snort, but the others groaned. Steve, who was standing beside Ransom, smacked him upside the head.
“What Drysdale means,” Ari gritted out, squeezing your hand and drawing your attention to him. You sucked in a breath at the hope in his face, his blue eyes sparkling with emotion as he stared deep into your soul. “Is that you can live a long and happy life with us,” he promised, sincerity in his tone. “We’ll take care of you in every way a man should take care of a woman—in this life and the next.”
You couldn’t stop your heart from clenching at the genuine longing you felt for Ari and what he promised. But his words sparked a question in you. “What if one of you wants to get married?” you asked, remembering that all five of the men were some of the town’s most eligible bachelors. You’d overheard many a woman at the grocery store or coffeeshop bemoaning the fact that Andy hadn’t met the right woman yet, or wondering whether Nick had a wife somewhere else that he visited while he traveled. Worry made your stomach sour as you glanced at Andy, asking, “Will you leave me for someone else?”
Pain lanced through Andy’s expression and he opened his mouth to respond, but Steve was quicker, sitting down at your feet and wrapping his hand around your other ankle. Both he and Nick squeezed you comfortingly through the blankets. “Warlocks don’t take wives,” Steve explained. “Not in the way humans do.”
Nick picked up where he left off. “When a cult of warlocks is bound to a mate, that’s it for them,” he said, his normally cold expression going soft as he stared at you. His eyes pleaded with you to understand.
And you did—as much as you were able. You understood that they were warlocks and they clearly had different ways of going about marriage, or mating, or binding, or whatever they wanted to call it. So long as it meant you could depend on them not to bind you and leave you, you were happy with the explanation.
Ari threaded his fingers through yours and brought your hand to his lips, kissing the back softly. “What are you thinking, sweetheart?”
It was on the tip of your tongue to say yes—again—but one look at Andy’s still guarded expression told you he wasn’t convinced yet that you’d thought it through enough. Wracking your brain, you voiced the first questions you could think of. “Do I have to do anything for the binding? And what happens after?” You looked around at the men. “I mean, you don’t all live together, so how will that work?”
Andy’s eyes shone with pride and a little pleased smile curled the edges of his mouth, nearly hidden in the depths of his beard, as he answered. “You won’t have to do anything for the binding,” he said. “But it’ll have to wait until the next full moon,” he glanced over at Ransom.
The man had been cowed since Nick had slapped him upside the head, but another cocky smile spread across his face. “You can stay here until then, doll,” he said, his voice mockingly gracious. “Can’t have you going around town blabbing our secret to everyone.” He winked, taking the sting out of his words and quelling your protest before it could even form on your tongue.
Nodding decisively, Andy went on. “After the binding ritual, we’ll figure it out.” He gave you a small smile. “If you want us all together, we can probably work that out,” he said, glancing around at the others, daring them to contradict him, though none of the other men looked like they wanted to. Satisfied, Andy looked back to you. “Once you’re bound to us, you’ll spend time with us individually as well as all together.”
“Will you cast that libido spell on me again?” you asked, trying to mask the eagerness you felt, but failing. Ari huffed a laugh beside you and the others chuckled. Andy even smirked at your keenness, though he wiped the expression away quickly.
“Once you’re bound to us, you’ll feel some changes,” he said, picking his words carefully. At your confused expression, he explained further. “Your strength and stamina will increase, so you’ll be able to keep up with us.”
“You’ll also be able to get pregnant,” Ari cut in, his voice low and deep and doing delicious things to your core.
Still, you looked at him surprised. “Was that not possible before?” you asked, thinking of all the come the warlocks had left in your cunt.
Andy shook his head. “No, warlocks can only impregnate their mate,” he said.
You breathed a little sigh of relief. You hadn’t been concerned with getting pregnant the night before since you’d been overwhelmed with your desire as a result of the spell, but you were glad you didn’t need to think about that until later. Still, you didn’t hate the idea of letting your men knock you up with a little baby warlock. You mulled over everything Andy and the others had told you while you looked around the room.
Each of the men had different levels of hope in their expressions. Andy’s face was still a little guarded, but his eyes were intent on you, watching you like he couldn’t look away. If you weren’t mistaken, you saw some glimmers of hope in their depths that made you smile. Looking to Ari, he wore his hope plainly on his face; and when you glanced at him, he squeezed your hand reassuringly, giving you a small smile.
Ransom stared at you with a greedy kind of covetousness, his expression and posture looking confident, but you saw some uncertainty in the depths of this blue eyes that endeared you to him. He was a bit of an arrogant asshole, but you were starting to warm to his charm. Nick’s face was a cracked mask of cold, his hope and possessiveness burning plainly in his gaze as it stayed fixed on you. And Steve looked reluctant to hope, like he wasn’t sure if he should put his faith in you to choose the group of warlocks. It nearly broke your heart, which made you certain all over again that your heart was very much involved in the decision you were making.
All five men were so different, but it felt as if they could each give you something you needed. Andy’s sternness, Ari’s care, Ransom’s confidence, Nick’s ruthlessness and Steve’s darkness—it all fed different parts of your being, some of which you didn’t even know about until they’d taken you. After your night with them, you couldn’t imagine letting them wipe your memories and sending you back to your life.
You knew everything would change for you if you gave in. But when you thought of what you’d be giving up to give yourself to them—a boring life and an uncertainty about whether you’d ever find anyone who wanted you half as much as the five men surrounding you did—the decision was easy. They wanted you and you wanted them. You knew you’d grow to love all five of them, and they’d grow to love you, too.
With that thought, your conviction solidified in your chest. You smiled at each of the men—your men, your warlocks—and took a deep breath. Turning to Andy, you told them your decision. “I want to stay with you—I want to be yours,” you said, holding his gaze and showing that you wouldn’t back down. Pride flared in Andy’s gaze as you went on. “I want to belong to all of you, I want to be bound to your cult of warlocks.”
As the words left your lips, you had no worries or concern, only confidence that you were making the right choice for yourself by giving your body and soul to the warlocks. You knew they’d never let you regret it—and you were right. They never did.
Warning: Mob AU, Mob!Lloyd, Secretary!Reader, Graphic Depiction of Violence (I guess Lloyd is a warning of his own?), Reader has light hemophobia (fear of blood), and ofc, the direction mention and description of blood, sexual harassment
Summary: It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia.
A/N: Based on the prompt from the bingo challenge. The inspiration came from @rogerswifesblog / @rogerswifesblog-updates when we were talking about business dinners and such.
The whiff of blood drifts out of Lloyd's office. You scrunch your nose and pull out a piece of tissue with a floral scent to cover half your face.
It is a dumb idea to be working for Lloyd when you have hemophobia.
The smell grows stronger, so you uncap your perfume and spritz it all over you.
As long as you turn your head the other way, or mask the scent with something stronger, your phobia will not act up. And considering Lloyd is paying you a hefty salary and bonus, you don't complain.
After all, when choosing jobs, at best, you can only pick two features out of "well-paid", "light work", or "close to home".
You are lucky that you can drive for an hour on weekends to visit your mom who lives in the suburb.
The door to his office swings open with a loud "bang", as if - no, probably, Lloyd kicks it open, and out comes two bodyguards dragging a heavy black garbage bag.
Quite heavy. Like 70 kilograms heavy.
You wouldn't want to speculate what is inside.
You turn your head the other way, facing a rather pleased Lloyd Hansen, the mob boss who pays you to be his secretary.
"Mr. Hansen, I've secured the dinner tonight at 7 pm with Mr. Suza Brewer. He owns the biker gang Hellbend ever since you helped him take out the previous leader Fitzroy. You will be having dinner at the restaurant named Bird. It's adjacent to the Ritz-Carlton, so you can take your pick whether to stay in your suite or go back home. Either way, I'll go tell your driver Denny to get ready." You don't even bother getting up, spinning your chair in his direction, you hand him the files, with a polite smile on your face, "These, I need you to sign so your clubs will be running as usual. Your head accountant Marilyn has an appointment with you in fifteen minutes, and I've called the cleaning crew. They are ready to clean up your office right now."
Lloyd snatches a tissue paper from your desk, wiping his silver blood-stained ring on his middle finger clean, before tossing the reddened, soaked, and irritating odor tissue onto the ground and out of your sight. A small smirk on his lips, Lloyd purses his lips to stroke his mustache with his finger, "Send them in."
You nod, picking up your phone from your desk, when he holds up his hand to stop you for a moment.
"Good job, Y/N." He says curtly.
Lloyd's icy blue eyes zero on you. After a few seconds, he speaks up again, "You're coming to the dinner with me."
You nearly jump from your chair. Shocked, but most importantly, confused, because he has never asked you to present during business dinners.
After all, those who were qualified for "business" are either ruthless or sociopathic. While your boss Lloyd is both, you are neither.
"Mr. Hansen, I-"
"You're off for the rest of the day. Call Denny, he knows where to buy a decent dress." He pulls out his wallet from his inside pocket, and hands his black card to you, "Consider this a bonus." His tone unrelenting, pushing the card on the desk further towards you, he issues his final command, "And tell Denny to find you a stylist."
You swallow your refusal and take his black card.
You know he doesn't take "no" for an answer.
"Thank you, Mr. Hansen."
He hums impatiently, waving his hand to gesture that the conversation is over for him.
For the first hour of the said "business dinner", you try your best to focus on the food in front of you, instead of the Brewer man. He is a few inches shorter than Lloyd, but the look he delivers when he stares at you is simply...
Fearful. Even more than Lloyd.
Having worked for Lloyd for nearly three years, you witnessed he yelled, shouted, pulled out his gun to shoot someone's brain out (you vomited on to his shoes, very unfortunately, for which he yelled at you for approximately half an hour), and of course, being mad at some business partners and the determination in his eyes to eliminate his rivals. But none of his looks scared you like the creepy feeling Suza Brewer brings you.
Lloyd gives off the vibe that he will shoot you alive, while Suza Brewer could skin someone alive. And Suza has not stopped stealing glances in your direction ever since you and Lloyd presented in this dinner.
You look at your plate, cutting a small chunk of carrot in half. Trying your best to ignore the four bodyguards, two from Lloyd and two from Brewer, standing in the back.
Convincing yourself. Maybe this Brewer guy likes to look, similar to many men who passed by your desk to reach Lloyd's office.
You raise your eyes carefully, taking a long exhale as you continue to persuade yourself that Suza Brewer brought a lady to the dinner, probably also why Lloyd has asked you to come along.
After a few glasses of wine, the girl Suza brought sat on his lap boldly, feeding him bites of cherry tomatoes.
"I'll say yes to your proposal. You and me, 50-50." Suza suddenly lets out a laugh, "I just want one tiny thing to sweeten the deal." He squints his eyes, and points his finger towards you, "I want - her."
The small chunk of carrot lingers on your lips as you are about to eat.
The young girl's jealousy could tear you in half, Suza's greasy lips smack together, as if tasting your flesh, and Lloyd simply looks at you, with minimum expression you have ever seen on his face.
"Excuse me?" Lloyd clenches his teeth.
"C'mon, buddy." Brewer smacks Lloyd a bit too hard on his shoulder, barking laughter with his yellow crooked teeth exposed into the air, "You can't keep such a sexy thing all to yourself, eh?" He wiggles his eyes suggestively, "Don't tell me you haven't fucked her yet?"
Now you HAVE to say something.
"Mr. Brewer, I assure you that my work with Mr. Hansen is strictly professional." You smile politely, raising your glass for a toast, "In fact, I think that's what we all want, Mr. Brewer, to have a long-term stable business relationship with Mr. Hansen. Here's to our thriving partnership-"
Brewer gets up from his chair and sways towards you. He could barely walk straight but he still manages to stand behind your chair, lowering his head right where your ear is.
As he speaks, he reeks of wine and meat.
"I'm talking to your boss, bitch. " Brewer snarls, slapping your hand so hard that your wine glass falls to the table. Startling you when you are trying to stay calm. "You are but a plaything to Lloyd Fucking Hansen and I'll have you whether you like it or not."
Now here's the difference between Brewer and the rest of the men who pass you to get to Lloyd's office. For those men, they work for Lloyd, and hence, they wouldn't dare to touch "Lloyd's belonging", which is you. Brewer, on the other hand, is a total wild card, which you understand perfectly as Lloyd worked with him to kill Brewer's adoptive father Fitzroy.
He is as unpredictable and unstable as Lloyd, maybe even more so, because Lloyd certainly hasn't laid a finger on you ever since you worked for him, neither sexually nor violently.
You even your breath as Brewer leans closer He grabs your boobs with his hand, having you freeze on your seat.
"In fact, I'll invite him to watch how I fuck his pretty little whore."
The chill seeps deep into your bones. You urge your body to fight back, but sanity tells you that you would probably end up in a dumpster with a bullet hole on your forehead if you ruin this big deal for Lloyd. For a brief second, you think about begging Lloyd. But in reality, your mind is point blank as the mindset in between "fight or flight" kicks in, and it instructs your body to play dead.
It might be a few seconds. Or a few minutes, before your savior swoops in, saying something that sounds like mumbling to your brain.
"We're done here." Lloyd growls, snatching your wrist with a grip hard enough to bruise, tugging you harshly to leave. Your knee and thigh bump into the wooden arm of the chair, to which you bite your lip in pain, and still too shocked to get your language system back online.
"But our contract-" Brewer shouts to Lloyd.
"I'll get back to you." Lloyd snaps back, pushing and shoving your back to move before him.
Your mind is a blur and cannot recall how Lloyd stuffs you into his limo when he steps outside to smoke. He did, however, throw his coat onto you and shut the car door with a loud "thud", having front-row driver Denny lowering the panel between you, whispering with much concern, "What's wrong?"
You curl your fingers into the black woolen coat. Folding it neatly as you have done hundreds of times when he throws his coat over you or over your desk. Placing it on your legs.
"Here. I'll tune the AC up." Denny showers you with his sympathetic look, as he has never seen you so out of yourself, so soulless, and shivering.
Your mind has been replaying how Brewer grabbed your boobs, and the filth he talked about. You also know that you have nowhere to hide, if Lloyd is determined to get something done, if he wants to deliver you to Brewer.
Though the tinted car window muffled some of Lloyd's angry shouting, you are still able to comprehend that Lloyd just got mad again.
"... CALL ME WHEN IT'S DONE!" Lloyd yells at his phone, opening the car door, and sliding in, taking a big inhale of the warm air inside. Glancing at you, he seems not having returned from his angry state, "AND THIS COAT IS NOT -" He lets out a grumpy huff, "never mind."
After a moment of silence, you feel like you should make your statement, no matter if Lloyd being unreasonable. You simply have to.
It's your life at stake here.
"Mr. Hansen, I just wanted to tell you that it has been a pleasure working with you these past three years. i have gained much experience and knowledge working as your personal secretary and assistant. I want to express my thanks for you cultivating me into a qualifying secretary and no matter what happens, I would want you to know that I cherish our business relationship and accept the consequence."
Lloyd listens through your statement surprisingly patiently, and pinpoints the most crucial idea (he thought that it was) throughout your entire speech, "You want a raise?"
You stutter, "No-No! Mr. Hansen! I wouldn't - What you have given me is well beyond market average and I appreciate your confidence in me."
"Ah. So you want to quit?"
His cold blue eyes stare into you. You gulp in fear.
"Yes, I mean - No, I don't want to quit. But circumstances have ... arisen, which makes me wonder ... uh, if I was able to -"
"I've had enough of it." He grumbles, twisting the ring on his finger, "Your next sentence starts with 'I want' and stop using these big words, sunshine. One sentence. Not another word."
"I - I want you to not deliver me to Suza Brewer." You quickly say, "Mr. Hansen." You did your best to be respectful.
His grumpy expression lingers on his face for a second, before turning into disbelief, "That's all you're asking for?"
"Yes...? I really liked working with you, Mr. Hansen, and I don't want to be put into a position that you are choosing between me and your ... business." Seeing that his mustache is twitching, inching close to a sneer, you add, "If you could just let me go, and claimed that I slipped through your custody or got away as soon as I could, I think that Mr. Suza would not mind that much -"
His index finger points up to shush you.
Lloyd snorts, fishing out a box of tictac and popping two colored-candy into his mouth.
Crushing the sugary treat with his jaw, he closes his eyes and roots his upper body firmly onto the back seat, "Denny, take us to the warehouse by the Westside Pier."
The Westside Pier.
The one place Lloyd would go to if he captures a traitor or fulfills a hitman contract.
The one place he could make a body completely go away.
He's about to end ... you?
The cold October wind does nothing to help you fight against the icy feeling in your bones.
The stylist Denny founded accompanied you during shopping and chose a most-fitting black dress for you, which goes a little over the knees. Along with the warm AC everywhere, the length didn't bother you -
-until now.
You hold Lloyd's folded coat in your hand, following Lloyd out of the car with teeth clattering, more out of cold than of the horrible thoughts of what he would do to you.
Lloyd turns around, grunting in a sarcastic way, "Can't believe your clever brain didn't work out why the coat-" before he stops whatever that's about to go through his lips, roughly taking the coat from your hands and putting it around your shoulders, "Try not to freeze to death."
Your hesitant expression must have been obvious, because he looks at you and purses his lips in slight irritation, "Don't do anything stupid. And follow me."
What does this even mean? That he doesn't want to kill you after all? Or that he has changed his mind and thought you know too many secrets to be alive?
Your mind buzzing with thoughts as you follow Lloyd through the gate of the notorious warehouse.
The swinging lightbulb over your head and the faint smell of blood make you nauseous. You have not stepped foot into this warehouse because you have heard of the cruel things Lloyd has done to his opponents, all of which happened here.
"I don't care how much your boss pays you, I-I'll pay you double!" A man screeches pathetically, taking hit after hit on his stomach from Lloyd's muscle man as two other hold him upright.
Looking at Lloyd's direction, the man's swollen and bruised face lights up in an instant.
"Lloyd! Buddy!" He gobbles in a mouthful of blood, "So glad, ehhehe, you came!"
Lloyd grabs his hair, and punches him in the stomach.
"Fuck you, buddy," Lloyd swings another punch at Brewer's stomach, a cold smile on his lips, "fuck you, alright?"
A sharp scream of pain. "Lloyd, I don't understand-"
Lloyd drags his head in front of you, bending his neck to face you, to which you cover your nose because of the strong smell of blood bombarding your nerves. "There. She's my people. You disrespect her, you disrespect me. Got it, you dumb fuck?"
"Sorry!" The man shrieks his apology, "I'm sorry!"
Oh. So that's what he meant.
You bury your nose under his soft woolen coat. Burying the lower half of your face. Your cheeks getting warm, and a small grin creeps up.
Feels kind of nice. To have someone watching over you.
"Our business," Brewer pants, coughing out blood, losing a few of his teeth, "you need me to do our business, Lloyd."
Lloyd smirks, waving to gesture the removal of Brewer.
The man is still screaming he's sorry, but the two muscles hold him by his arms, forcing him to stand on the edge of the pier and tying a large rock around his waist.
"But Mr. Hansen," You stop him in his tracks, "your business, your deal with-"
You point towards Suza Brewer, now with a gag so all he could manage is some muffled voices.
"Don't worry your head around it, sunshine." Lloyd places his hand on the coat collar and tugging it tighter. The look on his face blank, but somehow more sincere than his cold grins, "I'm working with his stepbrother now. Pal is so grateful that I help him take care of Suza; he decided to offer me 70% of the cut."
You let out a whispered "Oh". Glad that Lloyd's "business" is thriving but also ... not that glad.
He's doing this for his business after all ... while he'd get to ... make it up for you?
A strange feeling tugging your heart. Some sort of relief, but not entirely. You are disappointed, somehow, as if you believed there should have been more to this gesture.
The muffled screaming stops after a loud splash comes from the edge of the pier.
The three muscle men return. One of them announces: "He's been taken care of, boss."
Smelling the whiff of blood on them, you can't help but crouch onto the ground and hurl your guts out.
Lloyd gestures those men to "beat it". And as the air clears from the smell of rusted iron and salt, a white handkerchief dangles in front of your eyes.
"Don't puke over my shoes again." Lloyd stands still, pinching his handkerchief between his index and middle finger, handing it to you.
You gag a few times, covering your mouth with the smooth white handkerchief, turning into another direction other than his shoes.
"Mr. Hansen, I don't know you -" You fight the instinct to be sick in front of him, standing up from your crouching position with wobbly legs, "carry a handkerchief." You take a deep breath to calm your nerves, wiping the corner of your mouth using the white fabric, now stained with the red smudge of your lipstick, "I'll dry clean it along with your coat, and send it-"
He seizes the handkerchief and stuffs it in his front pocket, "Don't bother."
He pats on your shoulder. The same way he would pat his men. A silent encouragement and praise of "Good work".
"Mr. Hansen, I-"
You want to say something. The precise moment when your heart skipped a beat and you've captured something vague in your mind, some terrifying yet imminent. Your bones rattle in the possibility of the blurry idea. But when his blue eyes turn to you, the idea takes its chance and slips from your mind.
"-thank you." Is all you could say.
"Wait for me in the car." He searches his pocket for his box of matches and cigarette, waving his hand, shushing you away, with the cig between his lips. He sounds stern as ever, but deep down, you feel like something has changed.
Lloyd watches you as you head back to the car. You, his tiny, fragile, delicate, poor little secretary who gets sick at the sight or the smell of blood.
He watches you still wrapped in his coat. When the cold October wind sweeps by your feet, you shiver under the warm expensive wool.
He stares for a long time when the match used to light his cigarette burns the tip of his fingers.
You glance up at Ari, observing his sullen expression as he watches your screen. The short video loops back to the beginning and his bored gaze coasts over your phone and locks on your hopeful eyes. "No."
You're not shocked, although your mouth falls into a pout anyway. You knew this was going to be an uphill battle getting him to agree to work your booth at the autumn festival so you have an arsenal prepared. Since the ridiculously adorable video wasn't enough to sway him, you'll try a different tactic.
"Ari, it's for the animal shelter. We'd raise so much money if you'd help me out."
The legs of his chair scrape across his office floor as he moves back to his desk. He opens his laptop with a pointed sigh. "I think it's enough that I donate to that place every month."
"And all you ha—"Spluttering to a stop, your brows furrow in surprise. "You do? Since when?"
Since the day he found out you volunteered there. He's never going to tell you that though, you already know too much about him.
Without looking away from his spreadsheet, he gently closes your mouth with his knuckle. "Yes I do. So find someone else to help."
"But I don't want anyone else," you softly admit. "I want you."
His eyes close and the back of his head hits the top of his chair with a dull thud. You trail your nails down the exposed column of his throat, gently pressing over his Adam's apple, your fingers rising when he roughly swallows. "Please. I'll owe you. You don't have to wear a costume but if you show up you can make the other guys wear them."
And keep them in line. You might be able to get the other guys to show up in exchange for free food and beers but keeping a rowdy group of bikers under control for a few hours is an entirely different story. Something Ari can do without even trying.
He pinches the bridge of his nose. "Go back to work, Sunshine," he orders, no real heat in his voice.
You almost have him.
Swinging your leg over his muscular thigh, you straddle his lap. Every part of him goes still. You wiggle, adjusting your weight on him. Almost every part of him. You feel him thicken under you and you wiggle again, more of a slow grind this time, eliciting a low groan from his parted lips. "You do this for me and I'll do anything you want."
His eyes snap open and his hand is around your throat before you can process what's happening. His hold is loose but his palm feels good on your skin. You grin. He glares. "I'm getting set up around 10 but you don't have to be there until 11."
Another sigh. "Who's helping you set up?"
That's not what you were expecting to him say. "Oh um. No one," you start, blinking when he appears genuinely irritated for the first time since you strolled into his office. "It's fine, I'm used to doing this stuff by myself and it's more than enough if you guys show up and—"
"Be quiet," he demands, reaching past you with his free hand. Taking his phone off the desk, you both watch him dial Steve. This feels right—you still on his lap, his ring-adorned hand still around your throat.
"Yeah?"
Ari inhales deeply, his eyes briefly lifting to the ceiling. "We're volunteering at the festival this weekend. Tell the guys to show up and do whatever Sunshine here says. If anyone tries to skip out, let them know they'll have to deal with me personally," he says with a clenched jaw, forcing the words out.
There's a beat of silence and you whisper thank you. Steve clears his throat, tamping down a laugh, he has the vague feeling it would push his caustic brother over the edge. "Alright, I'll let 'em know. What time do we need to get there."
"10." Ari's eyes drift down your face, lingering on your smile. "Actually tell the prospects to get there early and set up her booth. Get her whatever she needs."
Oh.
You're not used to people being there for you like this. If you hadn't already offered to do anything for him, you'd definitely be doing it now.
"Anything else?"
"Nah we're good." Ari hangs up, his phone hits his desk with a loud clatter.
"Thank you again. You have no idea how much this means to me."
Ari makes a sardonic sound in his throat. You have no idea what you're about to unleash.
"Anything huh," he murmurs, tilting your head back, and squeezing your throat gently. Noting the way you instinctively grind down on him, he applies more pressure. "You really need to work on your negotiation skills Sunshine. You didn't even ask what I'd want from you in exchange for helping out."
His touch is sure, commanding. You might be on top of him but he's the one in control.
"What do you want?" You grasp his wrist, nearly forgetting you're at work.
Ari slides his tongue across his bottom lip, he's been dreaming about all about all the ways he's going to ruin you. Something dark and passionate flares in his blue eyes and it renders you breathless. "Too late for that Sunshine. You'll have to wait and see. I'll decide when you ready for me."
His hands drop to your ass, easily lifting you as he stands. Ari places you on his desk, his hands land on your thighs, slowly easing them apart as he steps between them until his massive erection is pushing against you.
It's going to be a tight fit. He'll make it work. Ari laughs softly when you realize just how large he is. If you're not flexible already, Sunshine you will be once he's done with you.
months after operation musket, you're growing fidgety. why is bucky denying you after showing you a whole new world of pleasure? you decide to try a new way to get his attention, and it involves a certain blond-haired super soldier.
content warning: bucky x f!agent!reader, mature themes, angst, pining, cheating, fingering, semi-public smut, dom!bucky, objectification, reader and bucky are TERRIBLE with no redeeming factors.
< part one
Funnily enough, since graduating to Agent, you've been spending less time with the Avengers than when you were a trainee.
You've been trusted on your own with missions in the months that have passed since you qualified, which you're glad for. Most of your colleagues don't have your respect and you can get things done much quicker when you're alone.
"So, I'm sure it's with no surprise, that the award for Most Promising New Recruit goes to Y/N," Nick Fury announces into the microphone, causing most people in the hall to burst into cheers and applause.
You wince slightly, not really a fan of being in the limelight, but you swallow down your nerves and make your way to the stage. Nick places the white badge onto your uniform, and you give him a nod. "Thank you, Sir," You say firmly.
"Keep doing what you're doing, kid," He says patting your shoulder as you walk past him and back off the stage again.
You make your way straight to the bar, not even realizing Bucky's standing there until you get there.
Without saying a word to him, you give the bartender your order. The tension is palpable - at least, on your end. When you and Bucky agreed that Russia never happened, you didn't think he'd actually stay true to his word. You assumed you'd spend a few days apart, acting normal, and then he'd find himself unable to keep his hands off you and drag you into a closet or keep you behind after a meeting.
But he didn't.
He watched on as you qualified for Agent, barely even giving you a congratulatory word, saw as you rose through the ranks, past your more senior colleagues, and hasn't so much as brushed past you.
You suppose it's a good thing he hasn't. You wouldn't have been able to focus so hard on your work and been the youngest person to ever earn the title Special Agent if Bucky had been distracting you, so you're grateful to him for leaving you alone.
"Well done, rookie," His voice chimes out from beside you and takes you by surprise.
Turning to look up at him, you raise a brow. Flashes of the night in Russia fly through your head and you do your best to ignore them. "Thanks," Is your stoic reply. He's given you next to nothing for the past four months, so why should you give him anything?
"I didn't think it would, but it looks good on you," He begins. "Special Agent. You know it took Sharon three years to get that?"
"I'm not Sharon," You remind him, before narrowing your eyes. "You didn't think excelling in my field would look good on me?"
Is that why he's been avoiding you? Do you no longer attract him because you're no longer a fresh-faced trainee, willing to do whatever he says? Was it truly just the power play that got him hard for you - was he just getting off on how in control he was?
"I didn't mean it like that," He says, seeing the cogs turn in your head. "Don't spin this into something dark - I'm happy for you."
"So, what did you mean by that?" You push, not willing to let him off so easily. "You didn't think a young trainee would still be attractive once she qualified? How am I supposed to take that?"
"You're supposed to take it in the way that most of the Special Agents here are some of the most boring, to-the-books people I've worked with," He explains. "Sticklers for rules."
"Who says I'm not a stickler for rules?" You ask with a raised brow. "You haven't been on a mission with me since- since I qualified."
There's a sparkle in his eye when he replies. "Rules aren't something you're exactly notorious for following, rookie."
You take your drink from the bartender and turn to leave while uttering, "I'm not your rookie anymore."
The words he said to you that night still echo in your mind. The utter filth he whispered into your ear, the dark promises he made, the post-orgasm secrets he spilled.
"There's nothing like some healthy competition," Maria says as she stands at your desk. "Fight for it."
"Are you kidding?" Jenn asks her with a raised brow. "You want us to fight for a mission?"
You're pulled from your thoughts - memories of Russia - and plunged into the present. Maria came out to the bullpen and offered you a mission. Well, offered you and Jenn a mission.
"You're both capable, but it only needs one agent," Maria states while the others begin to listen in. "And I can't decide which of you should have it. Jenn, this would be a good boost in your journey to Special Agent. And Y/N, it would be good for you to add this to your repertoire."
"I think me hitting Special is a little more important than Y/N's repertoire," Jenn challenges with a quirked brow. She's grown a lot more confident since making agent, and seems to think she's untouchable. Then again, becoming the youngest ever Special Agent definitely gave you a confidence boost, too.
If it was anyone else, you'd sit back and let them have it. But Jenn's had a stick up her ass and has hated you since the day you met, so you're feeling petty.
"Y/N, your response?" Maria asks, secretly loving the competition between you. "Why should I give you this mission?"
You stand up from your chair and reply bluntly, "Because I'm better than Agent Curson."
A few gasps and stifled laughs are heard around the bullpen, but you keep your face straight. Jenn lets out a scoff. "You're such a fucking narcissist," She utters bitterly.
"It's factually correct that I'd get this mission done more efficiently and to a better quality than you," You say plainly, sick of her shit. "That's not narcissistic; it's realistic."
"Come on, Y/N," Landon says from behind you with a wince. "You're just being mean, now."
"Am I?" You question, taken aback by his words.
"Agent Hill, you know I respect every decision you make," Jenn begins. "But the only reason Y/N made Special so quickly is because she's friends with the Avengers. The rest of us are just as skilled as her."
"What are you talking about?" You ask her with a frown. "The fuck do the Avengers have to do with anything?"
"Oh, please!" She cries. "You leech onto their missions whatever chance you get-"
"That's enough, agents," Maria says lowly.
"I get assigned onto their missions; that's out of my control," You remind Jenn coldly. "The only one I sometimes say fucking 'hi' to while passing by is Steve, so how I'm friends with the Avengers is beyond me!"
"Oh, you're only friends with Captain fucking America?" She shoots back. "Some of us haven't even met him yet!"
"How is that my fault?" You yell.
"That is enough!" Maria cuts in curtly, shutting you both up before she turns to Landon. "Agent Croft, I'm assigning you to the mission. The rest of you, get on with your work."
You and Jenn continue to glare at each other for a few short moments before you grab your phone and turn to leave.
"You can deny it all you want," Jenn suddenly mumbles, making you stop in your tracks. She looks down at you, a cold look in her eyes. "I know something happened between you and Sergeant Barnes in Russia."
Your heart lurches up into your throat. "What?" You sputter. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
"I'm a very perceptive person. He barely even looks at you anymore, and he rarely ever left you alone before Russia," She says with a dirty look. "Probably regrets cheating on his girlfriend with such a piece of trash-"
"You have no fucking idea what you're talking about," You tell her coldly.
"Sure, I don't," She cuts in with a smirk. "But you do, don't you? You fucked him, didn't you? Slut."
You push her backwards and she's quick to retaliate, grabbing your arm and twisting it. A few punches and kicks are thrown between you before you're pulled away from her, by none other than Nick Fury. Fuck.
"What in God's name are you two doing?" He asks you both with rage in his eyes.
"Sorry, Director Fury," You say through deep breaths. "We were just training."
"Yeah, fucking right," He mutters bitterly, releasing your arm as he glares at you both. "Any more of that shit and you'll both be on desk-duty for three months. Got it?"
"Yes, Director Fury," You and Jenn say in unison.
He leaves with a huff. You walk away from Jenn, not trusting yourself to keep your hands off her if she makes another comment.
How the fuck could she have noticed something went on in Russia? Is she truly that good of an agent that she noticed the difference in yours and Bucky's relationship? Sure, he's barely said a word to you when usually he's all over you, but you didn't think anyone else besides you would have realized.
Fucking Jenn.
Ever since you were made Special Agent, you can't deny you've felt a little different. As though you should take your job more seriously - which has meant turning down invitations to drinks, and nights out, and office parties. When Steve gave you a pout and said nobody should spend New Year's alone, though, you couldn't help but agree to attend the company-wide party being thrown at HQ. In fact, even some of the employees from Stark Industries are here, including a certain Sergeant's girlfriend.
As soon as the expensive whiskey hits your tongue, you internally thank Steve for dragging you along. Though you aren't a fan of the way a few of the trainees are looking at you as though they only just realized you have tits, it's nice to see everyone who you don't always get the chance to work with.
"And then Cap here walks in, all casual, and he's like, 'I can do this all day," Landon recounts, making everyone laugh.
"You're such a cheeseball," You mutter with a smile as you nudge Steve's ribs.
He holds his hands up in surrender. "I can't help it," He claims.
Suddenly, there's a squeak over the sound system. "Hey, people!" Tony yells over the microphone. "It's almost midnight, and there's nowhere near enough of you dancing right now - grab a partner and make your way to the dancefloor, or else you're fired!"
"Oh, Cap, you know what you've gotta do," Landon says, patting his shoulder. "Take Agent Y/L/N and go dance!"
"Excuse me?" You ask incredulously. It's one thing attending a work party, but it's a whole other thing dancing at it. You don't want to completely lose all the fear and respect you've spent all year building up. "I don't dance."
"C'mon, sweetheart," Steve says, taking your hand. "Let's go."
His tone makes you think you don't have a choice, so you begrudgingly allow him to take you to the dancefloor. A few other couples are already swaying along as the band sings their rendition of A Little Less Conversation.
"Was Elvis around in your time?" You ask him as you rest your arms on his shoulders, not exactly clued up on Elvis or the 40s.
"Nah, he was popular after the war," Steve tells you, placing his hands on your hips as the two of you sway to the beat.
"I still can't believe you were around back then," You say, shaking your head. "It blows my mind."
"How do you think I feel?" He asks with a chuckle.
"You know what?" You begin with a smirk as you look around at all the stares you're getting. "I'm with the most eligible bachelor here. Every woman here wishes she was me. That feels good."
"You know what feels better?" Steve counters with a glint in his eye before he leans in closer and lowers his voice. "Every man here wishes he was me."
Laughing at his claim, you shrug. "I guess that makes us the hottest couple here," You say before frowning. "Wasn't there... weren't you and Agent Carter...?"
His cheeks flush pink and he looks down. "Uh, we decided to just be friends," He says, stealing a glance at Sharon who's dancing with Carol. "We tried, but... it was a little too weird, with her being related to... it was weird."
You nod slowly. "That's understandable."
As another song begins, you look across the floor to see Bucky dancing with Emma. His eyes are already on you as he gazes at you over her shoulder. His look tells you what he's thinking without you needing to ask - he's thinking about Russia. You can see it in the way his eyes have darkened, the lack of smile on his lips. Emma lifts her head and his eyes rip away from yours, and after she mumbles something to him, he gives her a soft kiss.
Maybe Jenn was right. Even though you refuse to admit it to her face, she may be right about Bucky feeling guilty because of what went down in Russia. That would explain why he's been avoiding you - but it doesn't make you feel any better about it.
Sick of how you're feeling, you decide to have a little fun with the man who isn't avoiding you. You spin around so your back is against Steve's front, the two of you continuing to dance. His hands grasp your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder.
"Now everyone is definitely staring at us," He whispers with a chuckle.
"Good," You say, turning your head to the side towards him. "Think they're jealous?" Think he's jealous? Tell me he's jealous.
"I'd bet on it," Steve mumbles, stroking your hips. "I'm sure you're the subject of most of the other agents' fantasies. And maybe a couple Avengers, too."
"You think so?" You ask, perking up at his words.
"I can guarantee it," He says, squeezing your hip as your ass brushes against his crotch.
Turning back around to face him, you place your hands on his shoulders. "I thought you heavily disapprove of workplace relationships?" You wonder, recalling the HR meeting earlier on in the year.
Steve shrugs with an innocent smile and brings his lips to your ear before saying, "How am I supposed to stop myself from getting hard over you?"
You gasp and hit his chest. "Captain Rogers-"
"I'm kidding," He claims, looking you up and down. "It's the dress. Not you."
"Ah, sure," You tease with a grin, happily taking on the ego boost.
"Listen up, beautiful people!" The singer suddenly announces. "It's almost time for the countdown - y'all ready to bring on the new year?"
Everyone bursts into cheers and the dancefloors fills up.
"I want y'all to grab a partner and give them a nice, big kiss to welcome this new beginning, alright?" The singer orders, causing everyone to break off into pairs.
"Alright if I smooch you, Agent?" Steve asks you lowly.
"I guess," You say casually. "Seeing as I don't have any other options."
"Come on, now," He says with a smirk as he wraps his arms around you. "I'm the most eligible bachelor here, aren't I?"
"Y'all ready?" The singer asks before the lighting in the room dims. "Ten!.. Nine!"
The crowd chants along with him, you and Steve included. You look around at all your colleagues, the trainees, the agents you started with, the seniors who taught you everything you know.
And him.
Your eyes lock with Bucky's again, like moths to a flame. Emma's moving closer to him, preparing to kiss him. You look away. Back to Steve.
"Don't do anything stupid like fall in love with me, okay?" He warns you teasingly as he pulls you flush against his body.
"Impossible," You retort lightly as you squeeze his shoulders. "I have no heart."
"Two!.. One! Happy New Year!"
Steve kisses you deeply, a much more intense kiss than you were expecting. But it's New Year's, and everyone around you is making out, so why the fuck not?
By the time you both pull away, everyone else is back to drinking and dancing. Confetti continues to float from the ceiling and you pull a few pieces out of your hair and cleavage.
"Good kiss," Steve says simply, patting your ass lightly. "Happy New Year, baby."
"Happy New Year, Cap," You reply, unable to deny the flutter you feel in your pussy at his casual use of the nickname.
Stop. One super soldier at a time.
"Drinks," You say, reaching up to remove the stray confetti from his hair. "C'mon, Rogers."
The two of you have a couple of shots at the bar before you feel the alcohol get to your head. Slightly tipsy, you decide to escape to the hallway for a reprieve from the loud music.
While you're fluffing up a fake rose bush by the elevator, you hear footsteps approaching behind you. You think nothing of it, assuming someone else is also pathetic enough to leave a New Year party at ten minutes past midnight, and continue mumbling to yourself while running your fingers through the plastic plant.
"Hey, rookie," His unmistakably gruff voice calls out seconds before his hands are on your hips.
"What do you want, Sergeant Barnes?" You ask, turning your head to the side.
He rests his chin on your shoulder. "Don't call me that," He whispers, slightly whining. "You know what it does."
Ignoring the way your stomach flips, you nudge him with your shoulders. "Get off me, you prick," You mumble, not really trying very hard to get him off you.
"What's wrong?" He asks lowly.
You roll your eyes. "Don't play all coy with me, Barnes," You spit. "You're the one who's been avoiding me. Feeling guilty about what you did?"
"Rookie-"
"Whatever," You utter bitterly. "I don't care what excuse you have. It felt really shitty when you stopped talking to me. We were friends at one point, you know? We had a mutual respect, or at least I thought- what are you doing?"
His hands have slipped under the hem of your dress and are trailing up your thighs. "What else?" He asks you with a mumble. "What else you mad at me for?"
You almost lose your train of thought as he pulls your panties to the side. "Bucky..."
"Tell me," He whispers into your ear.
"You didn't pretend like Russia never happened," You say, your breath hitching in your throat as he begins to rub your clit with his vibranium fingers. "It... things were supposed to go back to normal."
"What's normal?" He asks while plunging a cold, hard finger inside you.
A whimper leaves your mouth as you wrap your hand tightly around his wrist. "Flirting," You breathe out, trying to keep calm. "Talking to me. Touching me... inappropriately."
"Yeah, you miss that?" He utters smugly.
"You're a bastard and I hate you," You spit, your words mostly fueled by the alcohol in your bloodstream. "I hate that you just left me alone after Russia. Dropped me like I'm nothing."
He adds another finger, fucking them in and out of you, curling his digits inside you.
"Fuck, Bucky," You moan, swallowing thickly. "I hate that you're still with her. She's so... boring."
"We have fun," He claims casually.
"Bullshit," You sputter. "And I hate that she doesn't suspect you at all. You should have slipped up - she should have realized what you did."
"Isn't it a good thing that she didn't?" Bucky wonders as he speeds up.
"No," You whine. "It- it shouldn't be that easy for you to stop thinking about me. To stop fantasizing about me - I'm the best you ever had, and you know it. She should know it."
"Cum for me, rookie," He mutters in your ear.
"I hate that you still call me that," You let out between heavy breaths. "I am a Special Agent."
"Cum for me."
"I hate that you're only doing this because you saw me kiss Steve," You spill as the pitch of your voice heightens. "Jealous. Trying to mark your fuckin' territory, you prick."
"Cum."
With a strangled cry, you keel over, cumming hard over his fingers as they curl and scissor in your throbbing pussy.
"That's a good girl," He purrs while you let out weak moans, your heart racing. "Just like that."
You pull his hand out from between your legs and take a few steps forwards before turning to face him. "You're insane," You breathe out. "Someone could've walked out and seen us."
His lip curls up into a smirk and he grabs your hand, pulling you closer. "Well, they didn't."
When he kisses you, you taste Asgardian ale on his tongue. You've only ever had a sip of it before, and all you remember is waking up eighteen hours later with a raging headache.
"You're drunk," You mumble against his lips. "That's the only reason you're here with me right now."
"Not true," He mutters.
"I don't give a fuck, by the way," You state firmly. "I don't care that you've been ignoring me. I'm just annoyed."
He raises a brow. "Doesn't that mean-"
"I'm just bored," You reiterate pointedly. "We used to have fun, y'know? Used to... you'd be all flirty, and fucking..."
"I'm sorry," Bucky says, seemingly sincerely as he places his hands on your hips. His boner presses against your stomach. "I, uh, I guess I've been a pussy recently. I was... scared."
You can tell how difficult it is for him to admit it, so you appreciate his vulnerability. "Scared of me?" You ask him with a frown.
"I meant it when I said I'd never slept with other girls before," He tells you. "I mean, never cheated on Em before. I'm new to this whole sneaking around thing. I didn't know how you'd react."
"For what it's worth, I'm new to it too," You point out. "If you're uncomfortable, it doesn't ever have to happen again, I just want us to go back to how we were before."
"Who said I don't want it to happen again?" He asks, resting his forehead against yours.
Your stomach flips. "Bucky..."
"C'mon, rookie," He utters. "We're good at it. Making each other feel better, I mean. It's just sex; it's not a big deal."
"Not sure Em would feel that way," You say with a raised brow.
"What she doesn't know, won't kill her," He replies casually. "Sometimes, this job can be fucking tough. Sometimes, I need a reprieve, and she isn't always here."
Your heart skips a beat and you shake your head, suddenly aware of what you're doing. "We're bad people."
"We're real people," He returns.
A thump sounds out behind him, signifying that the door to the bar has opened. You take a step back from him and he lets go of your hips. Casually, you rest against the wall, waiting for the person to walk by.
Turning to see who it is, you grit your teeth. Of course.
"Having fun out here?" She asks with a raised brow.
Fucking Jenn.
"Hey, Agent Curson," Bucky calls out to her with a nod. "Just chatting. You know what Y/N's like; she might die if she doesn't get any special attention for too long."
Her eyebrow flicks up. She's surprised he's back to how he was - back to teasingly you relentlessly. Back to flirting with you unabashedly, back to overstepping boundaries.
"Uh-huh," She replies as she continues walking over.
"I like your dress," You say, lying through your teeth.
"Thanks," She says with a nod, looking you up and down before turning her attention to Bucky. "Sergeant Barnes, I believe Miss Green's looking for you."
"She is?" He returns before nodding. "Thanks for letting me know. I'm just in the middle of a conversation with Y/N right now."
Jenn almost looks slightly nervous - as though Emma sent her out to get Bucky and told her not to return unless he was with her. "But, Sergeant, she-"
"I'm busy right now, Agent," Bucky cuts her off curtly. "I'll get back to the party once we're done here. You can go, now."
Your heart races and you do everything you can not to smirk right in Jenn's face. She clenches her jaw before turning and leaving with a half-assed, mumbled apology. Once she's gone, you grab Bucky by the collars and pull him closer to you.
"That was so hot," You utter against his lips. "I can't stand that bitch."
Bucky chuckles, stroking your ass and squeezing it. "I figured that would cheer you up. Still hate me?" He asks with a cheeky grin.
You narrow your eyes before giving him a kiss. "Put Jenn in her place a couple more times and I'm putty in your hands, Sergeant," You admit, as terrible a person as that makes you.
He kisses you again, the two of you making out wildly against the wall. Any second, someone else could walk out from the bar - Emma herself, even - but that only adds fuel to the fire.
"So fucking hard for you," He grumbles as he grinds his boner against your belly. "When you gonna let me fuck your face again, huh?"
You pull back, letting out a soft laugh. "I guess you'll have to wait until our next mission together, Sergeant," You say slyly, raising a brow. "Seeing as I'm just a reprieve for when she's not around."
Bucky grabs a fistful of hair and pulls your head back, making you cry out. "Don't act smart," He grumbles, making your stomach flip. "What are you, huh? Tell me."
You let out a shaky breath before replying, "I'm your fucktoy, Sergeant Barnes."
"That's right," He says with a smirk, thrusting gently against your stomach. "Mine. My little cumdump for when I want you. You bend over when I say so. You suck my cock when I say so. You cum when I say so."
Your eyes burn into his. You don't think you've ever been so turned on in your life.
"That means no playing with yourself when you're alone, unless I say you can," He iterates lowly, before his eyes darken. "And no letting other men fuck you. This cunt," He grabs your mound, making you whimper. "Is mine to fill. This ass," He spanks you hard. "Is mine to play with. These perfect fucking tits," He pulls your dress down suddenly along with your bra, and slaps one of your boobs before pulling on your nipple. "Are mine to suck on. Open your mouth."
You do as he says, never once looking away from him.
He puts his four flesh fingers into your mouth, stretching it out. "This pretty face is mine to fuck," He whispers, sliding his fingers in and out, making you gag. "All mine. Do you understand me, rookie? Say it."
You let out a gargled version of the words I understand around his fingers, making him smirk cruelly. He's got you right where he wants you, and the power rush he gets from having such a strong person broken down like this is beyond anything else he's ever felt.
"That's my girl," He says before pulling out of your mouth and pulling your bra and dress back up. "Now, give me your panties."
Your eyes widen. You can feel how wet they are, not only from your orgasm but from the past five minutes of Bucky's torture - surely he's not being serious.
"Are you-"
"Don't make me ask twice," He cuts in curtly, looking down at you with a firm look.
He watches as you pull them down, struggling slightly to get them over your heels, before you timidly hand them to him. Bucky takes them from you and brings them to his face for a few seconds as he inhales.
"Fuck, you always smell so good," He groans, making your breath hitch in your throat. With a wink, he stuffs them into his trouser pocket, before tapping your hip. "Let's head back in."
Unbelievably horny and unable to snap out of your daze, you shake your head. "I can't."
He knows the effect he has on you, and he relishes in it. "C'mon, Special Agent Y/N. They're waiting for us."
"I probably look a mess," You mumble, still feeling shell-shocked.
Bucky rolls his eyes and grabs your arm. "You look as gorgeous as ever, dumbass, come on. Let's go," He says, beginning to drag you back to the bar before stopping to turn to you. "Oh - and if Steve asks you to dance with him again, do me a favor and kick him in the balls."
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as the newly appointed ceo, you're desperate for your employees to like you. but you're young, dumb, and out of your depth - at least according to bucky barnes, who hates you more than anyone.
content warning: bucky x ceo!f!reader, reader is a nepo baby and bucky despises her for it, age gap (bucky's like 20 yrs older), enemies to fuckers, sexual tension, hate fucking, penetrative sex, cream pie, rough sex, man-handling, bucky takes all his anger out on you and doesn't care if he leaves bruises while doing so, dubcon, DEGRADATIONNNNNNNNN, mean mean mean bucky, no fluff!
You timidly sip on the Pornstar Martini in your hand, scanning everyone as your eyes dart from left to right. Are they having fun? Are they glad you planned this? Is this the best team day they've ever had?
"This is the best team day we've ever had, ma'am," Peter says eagerly as he smiles up at you, his big brown eyes wide and desperate.
With an eye-roll, you sigh. "Go somewhere else," You order, which he quickly obeys.
If only they could all be as infatuated with you as Peter is. But ever since you were appointed as CEO of one of your mom's companies, you've felt a little out of place. You need them to love you, but with little experience as a boss, you have no idea how to win them over.
"What's Jerry talking about?" Your most outspoken employee, Bucky Barnes, suddenly calls out from beside you.
Looking up at him, you frown, pushing your sunglasses up onto your head. "Excuse me?"
Bucky hates you. It's no secret. Before you were given this job on a silver platter, the board was close to giving him CEO. The fact that he lost out to someone as young and stupid and inexperienced as you has left him bitter, and he doesn't bother hiding that from you. The nepotism dripping from your every move makes him seethe, but you do your best to pretend you don't notice.
"Jerry just said he's off the second week of December," Bucky iterates with a glare.
You tilt your head. "Yeah, so what?"
"So, what?" He repeats with disbelief, rage dripping from his tone. "That's three people in senior positions you've allowed to take time off just weeks before Christmas - are you insane, or just absolutely fucking stupid?"
Appalled by his words, you gasp. Nobody has ever dared to speak to you like that in your whole life. You let out a shaky breath, but before you can respond to him, he storms off inside the resort. With a huff, you stand up and race after him, preparing yourself to rip him a new one before firing him.
"Don't you dare walk away from me!" You yell as he turns into the changing rooms.
"Fuck off," He huffs, taking you aback.
"Stop taking to me like that!" You exclaim as he turns to face you.
"Or what, sweetheart?" Bucky asks you condescendingly. "You'll fire me?"
"Fuck yeah, I'll fire you!" You shoot.
"Too late. I quit," He spits.
"Are you forgetting who I am?" You ask with a dry laugh. "Who my mom is?"
He clenches his jaw and storms over to you before grabbing your arm. "I think about it every fucking minute," He reveals lowly. "I think about the fact that you're only in this job because your mom got fucked raw twenty years ago and didn't know how to raise a decent human being. You're only here because you didn't have enough brain cells to get a job your damn self. You were in college for all of six months and you spent that time getting spit-roasted by frat cock, trying your best to feel some kind of self-worth, to bring some kind of value to society - newsflash, honey, being a whore doesn't disguise the fact that you have next to zero worth. You are nothing more than a pretty face in high heels, and you're gonna run this company to the ground - but Mommy won't give a fuck because she's got a hundred others just waiting for you to bulldoze over."
Stunned, you say nothing. Your bottom lip quivers as you shake.
He lets out a scoff. "Fuck's sake. You gonna cry now? You can't tell me you've only just realized what a dipshit you are?" He asks you with a raised brow, before tightening his grip on your arm and pulling you closer and pulling at your bikini top. "Look at you. Just fucking look at yourself. Parading around in this tiny bikini, trying to make them like you. The only reason those guys show you any kind of respect is because they wanna fuck you. They wanna use your body because your mind sure as fuck ain't worth shit. No, don't cry about it, dummy. It's just the truth- and deep down, you know that. You know you're only worth anything when your holes are being used."
A whimper escapes your mouth.
Bucky brings his face closer to yours as he looks your body up and down. His eyes darken. "Mmm. You might have fucked up my career, but maybe I'll still get some use oughta ya," He grumbles, making your legs quake. "Yeah. Stupid little girls like you are only good for one thing; taking cock."
"James, what-"
"Shut the fuck up," He cuts you off coldly, before spinning you around and bending you over one of the benches. "Here. You should be grateful; I'm putting you to use. Giving you a sense of self-worth, huh?"
"You can't do this!" You exclaim, though you can't deny the notion of getting fucked by him excites you.
"Sure I can," He replies casually while pulling down your bikini bottoms and running his fingers through your folds. "Look at how fuckin' wet you are and I've barely touched you yet. Does it turn you on when someone reminds you what a worthless whore you are?"
He pins your hands behind your back and soon slips his cock into you with no warning. You let out a cry as it slightly pains you to be filled without preparation, but he doesn't let up.
"Fits perfectly," Bucky mutters to himself as he starts sliding in and out of you.
"Bucky," You cry out, half in pain and half in pleasure, as much as you hate to admit.
"That's it, you stupid little girl," He says gruffly. "Take my fucking cock like the dumb slut you are. I deserve this - you know how much fuckin' money I could be making if it wasn't for you, you cunt?"
Loud moans and yelps leave your mouth as he rails you, fucking in and out of you hard. He doesn't care that it probably hurts you to be pushed against the wooden bench, he's too far gone. Pure rage has taken over and the only way he can let it out is on you.
He spanks your ass repeatedly, not satisfied until he leaves a mark. "Look at how fucking pathetic you are," He says, snapping his hips as he fucks you harder. Wrapping a hand around your throat, he pulls you up so you're standing up against his body. "That's it, take it, take it. That's a good little fucktoy."
The praise makes you preen as you let out a singing moan, making him smirk while he rips apart your bikini.
"You like that, huh?" He asks you smugly. "Like it when you fulfil your role as a fucktoy? Like making men like me happy? Being nothing but a human sexdoll for dirty old men like me, you slut?"
"Yes, Sir."
"That's it," He says with a grin, pawing at your tits as he continues fucking you. "There she is. That's a good little dummy, just like that. This is what you were made for, ain't it?"
"Yes, Sir," You reply obediently, officially cock drunk. "Made for you, Sir."
"That's it, dummy, such a good girl for me," He says between grunts while bringing his fingers down to your clit. "Don't you fuckin' dare cum. Got it?"
"I won't," You promise as bursts of electric pleasure coarse through you.
Suddenly, you hear a thump from the left. You turn with a gasp to the doorway to see Peter standing there wide-eyed as he watches the scene before him.
"Hey, Parker," Bucky says with a smirk, not stopping his thrusts. "Come to watch me fuck this dumb bitch's brains out?"
Peter's speechless. Between your naked body and Bucky's utterly disrespectful words, he's thrown for a loop.
"Don't be so scared," Bucky coos teasingly as he squeezes one of your boobs. "Wanna come and suck on her tits while I fuck her brains out, huh?"
Terrified, and incredibly turned on, Peter quickly spins on his heel and rushes away.
"Not that you have any fuckin' brains, anyway," Bucky adds bitterly, slapping your tit. "You're just an airheaded bimbo, absolutely nothing going on up there, huh?"
Incoherent moans are all you can let out, proving his point. He chuckles smugly, pulling on your nipples while fucking you harder. Slowly, he lowers one of his hands down to your stomach.
"Feel me right there, dummy?" Bucky asks you. "Feel my big cock filling you up? Say it, you dumb slut."
"I- I can feel your-"
"Louder," He booms.
"I can feel your cock filling me up, Mr. Barnes," You say as clearly as you can.
"That's right," He says as his thrusts become sloppier. "Fuck. You're such a good little fuckdoll, gonna make me cum so quickly. You ready for it?"
You suck in a sharp breath as your core tightens. "Can I-"
He grabs your chin harshly, shutting you up. "Don't be stupid, dummy," He utters lowly. "Fuckdolls don't need to cum. All you need to do is shut the fuck up and take my seed. Got it?"
"Yes, Sir," You let out with a sob, desperate to reach your orgasm. "Please."
Bucky tuts. "Aw, poor thing," He chuckles cruelly. "Tell me how badly you wanna cum right now."
"Please, Sir, I need to cum so badly," You cry as he continues driving his cock into your cunt. "I'm so close, so close."
"Fuck," He utters gruffly. "Take my cum, dummy. That's it, take it all."
With a loud groan, he spills into you, filling you with his cum as he continues to pump in and out. You fall forward and he lets you fall onto the bench with a soft thump.
"Oh, fuck," Bucky mumbles between heavy breaths, rubbing his face. "Shit. Came so fucking hard."
You're left a frustrated, whimpering mess, letting out weak begs for him to let you cum.
Bucky simply pulls his trunks up and slaps your ass one last time before turning and walking towards the exit. "Finish yourself off, slut," He says lowly before leaving you alone.
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My Strange Affliction - And They Called it Young Love
Summary: Tasked with acting as Bucky’s fake girlfriend, you two are sent on your first public date with one another. It’d be a lot easier to get through, though, if Bucky wasn’t such a flirt.
Pairing: rockstar!bucky x actress!reader
Warnings: : 6’4 tattoo covered possessive!bucky, fake dating au, brief mention of group sex, and swearing
Word Count: 2.5k
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The sickly sweet smell of freshly baked pastries bobbed throughout the air as you seated yourself across from Bucky. It wrapped you in a blanket of comfort and made your mouth water with its variety, a soft summer breeze accompanying the romantic atmosphere. Legs neatly folded, you pressed down your skirt once more to wring out your nerves. It was quite the lovely location for a first date.
Well, it would’ve been if this was a real date.
Bucky spared you a one off glance, eyes floating up and down your silhouette before dryly remarking, “You clean up nice, princess.” You caught a glimpse of that dreamy smile of his, picking up your water to take a distracted sip.
“You don’t have to use pet names when we’re alone,” you responded, legs shuffling under the table.
“How else am I supposed to let you know who’s in charge?” he flirted back. Surely if his eyes weren’t covered in sunglasses, you would’ve caught the mischievous wink he sent your way.
Jaw slightly tensing in agitation, you rolled your eyes before smoothing down your skirt once more. Not even ten minutes into this thing and he was already finding ways to get under your skin, sly remarks and flirtatious teases. He was in control, he knew it, and he loved to make sure you were well aware. Your career was at the mercy of his will.
As you waited for the paparazzi to show up, your fingers mindlessly played with the rim of your water glass. Nat had one of her teams pick out an outfit for you, dressing you up in a pale pink dress accompanied with a neat white cardigan decorated with small flowers to match. You acted as a stark contrast to Bucky’s image. He donned all black, his one tattooed arm swimming with black ink, his other metallic arm reflecting the midday sun. A cigarette always lingered around his lips, a tinted red gloss present on yours.
You two acted as polar opposites, an odd pair, and, ideally, the next big couple.
As a waiter swang by to take your order, Nat’s words of encouragement played throughout your mind on a broken loop. She hasn’t led me wrong yet.
“And for you?” the waiter inquired for a second time, breaking you from your train of thought.
“She’ll take the raspberry tea,” Bucky answered, handing the menus back to the waiter before you could speak. You just offered a polite smile to the worker, before shifting your eyes back to Bucky.
He read your silent gaze as a question to be answered. “You seemed nervous.” Your mind was trying hard to gauge if he did that out of kindness or if it was another way to show he was in control. Before you had time to further interrogate, you could hear the nearby chatter of teenage girls. Like ducks in a row, they followed each other one by one and lined up right next to Bucky.
Although you were in a modest cafe, you were still in L.A. Fans were bound to spot him and quickly dash to his location to take a picture with their celebrity crush. They all chattered a mile a minute, each one desperately trying to claim his attention over the others.
As they spoke, you sat in silence, spectating the scene in awe. Bucky remained cool and collected, nodding and smiling along to their comments.
“Can we please get a picture?” one girl pleaded, eyes wide with hope and excitement.
“Well, I’d love to, but I’m with the missus right now,” he explained, looping his hand with yours across the table. After giving your palm a soft squeeze, he continued, “She’s a bit camera shy, but I can sign something for you ladies.”
As he finished his remark, his fans all snapped their heads in your direction expectantly. Coming out, you knew there was a strong chance you’d encounter some fans, but you didn’t think they’d pay much mind to you. You knew you had to be quick on your feet, smart with your response.
“Oh, it’s alright, Bucky. I don’t mind sharing you for a minute,” you smiled back, leaning over to place a soft kiss on his forehead before moving away.
This earned joyous squeals and yelps of excitement from around him. Just on time, the waiter awkwardly delivered your tea and Bucky’s coffee, dodging the small group of elated fans while trying to set your drinks down. You sipped quietly at your tea as Bucky took a few photos. He was natural in front of the camera, exchanging jokes that made them all giggle and swoon with delight. It was clear he was built for this.
After a few more minutes, they departed from your table, waving a bittersweet goodbye to Bucky. A weight lifted off your chest and you let out a deep sigh as you saw the last one leave from sight. You only had a few more minutes before the paps would show up as planned. Nat called and gave an anonymous “tip” about Bucky’s whereabouts. You knew it was going to happen, but you couldn’t help but worry about what would go down once they showed up.
“You good?”
You looked up from your sweet tea, having studied the red hue for the past few minutes to fill the silence. When Bucky and you weren’t bantering back and forth, it appeared you had little conversation to indulge in with one another.
“Yeah,” you replied nonchalantly, “I just want to get this over with.” You took a prolonged sip from your cup, hoping to avoid a mocking gaze from Bucky.
“It must be your lucky day then. Don’t look, but they’re here.”
Although you couldn’t see them, you could hear their collective footsteps approach your direction. Maybe, two or three were coming from behind, a few scattered in other areas, across the street, near the corner, all trying to get a good angle of your date.
“Just ignore them,” he spoke softly, removing the shades off his face to reveal bright blue eyes. The mockery that was normally present in his tone had slipped away and was replaced with something much meeker. If you hadn’t known better, you would say it was kindness.
“I am,” you affirmed.
“Then why is your leg bouncing so much?” He slipped a cool hand onto your kneecap, gently stopping your leg in its rhythmic bouncing. His hand remained there, steadying your leg, his eyes demanding some form of response from you.
“I just thought I’d be somewhere. . . different at this point in my life, that’s all.”
“Ouch.” There was that teasing tone from before. His hand remained constant on your leg, tracing small shapes around your kneecap, looping up to your inner thigh, and back down. He leaned in, his bionic hand going to caress your face lovingly.
It was becoming progressively harder to not give into his advances. His body was now touching yours from two points of contact. You cursed that warm feeling that floated in your stomach, a heated sensation tingeing your cheeks.
He looked borderline enamored, a quiet grin on his face, a slight tilt of his head as he gazed back into your eyes. “Don’t worry, princess,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to your lips. He lingered there gently for a moment before pulling back with the same smitten smile. “We’ll be over before you have time to miss me.”
His honesty starkly juxtaposed the sweet gestures he was delivering, enough to make you internally flinch in regret. It was the reality check you needed, but not one you wanted.
“No one’s going to be convinced we’re in love until you stop shaking like a leaf, bunny.”
He placed another kiss on your lips, this one more prolonged than the last. It gave you time to get lost in the smokey smell of his cologne mixed with the fresh cigarette he just smoked. The stubble on his face perfectly tickled at your skin, sending sparks flying from your lips. You couldn’t help but lean in, wanting to get as much as you can out of this brief kiss.
It was silly, maybe even stupid, but you couldn’t help but relish in how familiar his body felt. Soft and slow in his pursuit of pleasure, you felt yourself melting in your chair. Pulling back, he slightly gnawed at your bottom lip before releasing from the kiss.
The cameramen were much closer now, their flashes and buttons going wild at such a spectacle before them. The cameras continued to go off, photographers becoming more bold in their pursuit as they quietly approached you.
Before you had time to react, they had circled around your date like vultures around its prey. It was enough to give you whiplash, still coming down from the high of your kiss as they began to call out Bucky’s name. One moment you were lost in your own world of ecstasy, the next you were about to be stampeded by a group of strangers.
Who is she?
Is it official?
Bucky, is this your new girl?
Isn’t that the second one this month?
You were caught in a swarm, cornered on all sides. Bucky noticed your panicked gaze, jumping around to the many paparazzi that were demanding answers from the both of you. He could feel the tremor of your body once again, his hand having never parted from your soft leg. It agitated him to see you in such a state, looking lost and scared as ever.
Calmly, Bucky slipped his hand from your knee and instead locked your hands together. You two stood up, Bucky huddling you to his chest as he pushed through the crowd. The manifold of flashes were causing your sight to go scattered, but Bucky was well used to this by now. It was as if they had created a small path for him, in awe of his image. He moved swiftly through the cameramen before opening the door of a black car for you to enter into, just as planned.
He walked around to the other side and slid in. You remained dazed, staring out the window as they began pounding against the car door and windows to get your attention once more. It was a terribly claustrophobic feeling, patiently waiting for the driver to take off when the coast was clear.
As you both became situated, Nat turned to face you from the passenger seat. She was absolutely beaming at the sight. “That was amazing,” she congratulated. “They’re going to eat up that little make out session for the next week.”
You offered Nat a shy smile, delighted to see your friend so happy. The rest of the ride was spent with Nat’s voice filling the silence, detailing what the next step for you two was. Though Bucky didn’t speak for the rest of the ride, you could feel your lips buzzing from the sensation of his.
-
The next time you spoke with Bucky was a whole week later. Seven days without any sort of interaction with one another, not even as much as a text message. You had his number as he had yours, but neither of you felt the urge to call the other. You weren’t dating and you were barely even friends, it was just easier to just interact when required.
So there you sat at Nat’s dinner table, waiting for Bucky to arrive. Nat had checked on you a million times the past week, asking if you wanted to go through with the plan. You would give her a confident smile and affirm yes a million times over, but as the days passed and you got closer and closer to seeing Bucky, knots twisted in your chest.
It wasn’t like you to have someone have this much power of your thoughts. You’d wake up in the middle of the night, sweating, feeling the ghost of Bucky’s hands squeezing your hips. You’d remember the rhythmic touch of his fingers and the soft skin of his lips. His toned body up against yours, his-
“Earth to princess, you there?” Nat asked, waving a slow hand in front of your face.
“Please don’t tell me you’re calling me princess too?” you grimaced playfully, earning a laugh from your friend.
“You’re getting in your head. Don’t worry, you’re doing great.”
“It was one date.” As you protested, an impatient knock came from her front door.
“It was one great date,” she corrected, going to answer.
Bucky sauntered into her house, taking a seat right next to you at the dinner table, despite there being several other perfectly fine seats.
“Hi, Bucky,” you greeted casually, mindlessly moving your hands down to smooth your skirt. You couldn’t gather the nerve to look up at him.
“Princess,” he winked back before turning to Nat.
You all feasted over a dinner of takeout Chinese, generously provided by Nat, as she gave you a debriefing of the last week.
“Good news! Every tabloid seems to be buzzing about Bucky and his mystery girl. The fan reaction is still mixed, but that’s expected because they don’t know you yet. The few fans that did see you at lunch liked you, though, so that’s promising.” Nat spoke quickly, running down all the main points. Her skills as a businesswomen were admirable to say the least, even if her cooking skills weren’t up to par.
As you ate your rice, attentively hanging on to Nat’s every word, Bucky sat in a concentrated silence, not bothering to even touch his food. When she finished giving her play by play for the last few days, he finally spoke up.
“How many shows is she coming to?”
“Shows?” you interrupted.
“Yeah, I’m finishing up the last leg of my tour in a few weeks.”
“I didn’t plan on going on tour-”
“It’s in the contract,” Bucky lightly corrected. Once he registered the confusion on your face, he added, “All major public events we’re required to go to together after a month in. That would include my shows.”
“Slow your roll,” Nat interjected, sensing the tension in the room. “Y/N, you only have to go to a couple of shows. You’re not physically touring with his band, so we’ll be sure to get you to the ones close to L.A.”
“Oh, you’re going to love the band,” Bucky smirked, “Just beware, though, they’re all flirts.”
“Bucky, you’re not getting her into a fivesome,” Nat hissed, sending Bucky a scolding look.
You could feel your eyes open tenfold as you struggled to finish your drink without choking. “Do you do that with all your girlfriends?” you interrogated, half shocked, half impressed. Bucky was known for his more scandalous pursuits, but you never heard much about his ex girlfriends becoming involved with them.
“Only the fun ones,” he replied with a wink sending butterflies to your stomach.
This was going to be a very long and very eventful few months.
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a/n: we did it besties, we are now finally done with exposition chapters <3
I love your story The Fuckboy Committee😭😭 Steve and Bucky being fuck boys and teaching reader about boys and sex?😩 it's fucking fantastic. And the flow of the story and their feelings
Just perfect😋❤️
Could I please get a snippet of the next part of the fuckboy committee? I love these boys so so much❤️❤️❤️
hi lovely!!
thank you so so much, that's so sweet!
and I LOVE giving you guys snippets/teasers so of course I'm happy to!!!
18+ | warning: smut
"Color?" Bucky asks between heavy breaths, cupping your face in his hands.
You raise a brow weakly. "If I say red, will you let me cum?"
His face drops and he glares down at you. "Tell me the truth, newbie."
You sigh, bucking your hips up in frustration. "Green."
"Atta girl," Bucky mumbles before gently kissing your neck.
Steve returns the vibrator to where it's spent the last hour, making you whimper. "You're lucky we're even taking the time to correct your behavior, twinkie," He mutters. "You've been a really bad girl."
"Stevie, please," You whine as the cuffs around your wrists begin to feel tighter somehow.
"Don't cry," Bucky whispers in your ear with a hint of warning to his tone. "It'll just make him meaner."
