Summary: (Name) has had a long mission with Steve, and then finally being allowed to sleep, she realized two things. One, the room seemed to be colder than a freezer. Two, it's only one bed.
A\N: I wrote this in the middle of the night, so I hope that it isn't to shaggy. Please write your criticisms in the coments so that i can know how i did.
(I swear to God, finding a good picture on Pinterest for this dude is hell)
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When scalding hot water touched her skin, she declared herself to officially be in heaven. The stale muscles began to slowly soften and the warm water turned dirty of how much grime had been stuck on her body. It was unusual for her to let it get this far without showering, but the mission that she and Steve Rogers had been entrusted had gone completely haywire, ending up postponing their return to the tower by four days.
That was why the shower wasn't her own. It belonged to a small, simple, pallid hotel that Steve had found outside of North Vancouver, Canada. Both her and Steve had agreed to leave for home tomorrow instead since neither of them trusted each other to have the mental strength and stability to drive a car.
(name) knew that some or later she would have to step out of the humid and hot shower, and face the maladroit situation on the other side of the white door. The maladroit situation being the doubled-sized bed that was so efficiently placed on the wall. And a doubled-size bed didn't look so doubled-sized with Captain America laying in it.
Also, the way that the warm water enveloped her raw, chill body comforted her, so naturally she wished to go to sleep in that warmth for the night.
Though it didn't seem like a good plan in case Steve would wake up the next morning to a dead, but warm body in the gray tiled shower. So she turned off the shower and gripped one of the hotel's towels on the other side. Wiping her feat first, she stepped out and began the process of drying herself, brushing her fuzzy-feeling teeth, dressing, and trudging out of the steaming bathroom.
She was unpleasantly taken back when she felt chill air start to creep inside her clothes and realized that it was as cold inside the room as it was outside the old, curtainless window. But it wasn't anything that she could change about it so she only continued to track down in the small, dark hall that the bathroom was connected to. There was a wall that broke the room up in twos, but no door, only a big opening in the wall.
As quietly as possible, she navigated into the sleeping area, where the lights were already of. She saw Steves's suit hanging lazily over a chair with his helmet sitting on the cushion, and she came to remember that her own was thrown on the floor of the bathroom. But the feeling of being too tired to care, and also her toes going numb made her turn to the bed. Only to see Steve already pleasantly asleep with his body covered in the duvets and soft snores coming from his nose.
(Name) didn't have to hold back the adoring smile with Steve already sleeping. She didn't have to obtain the veneer of the profession to hide the love that she held in the most secret place of her heart.
Carefully, she sat down in bed beginning to slip under her part of the duvet.
Her head fell against the headboard, and she let herself bask in the feeling of calm. There was no need to check under the bed for people, no need to search for cameras or hidden windows in the mirror. No anxiety troubled her, making her nauseous and unable to sleep. She was never courageous enough to disturb Steve with her troubles since she was well aware that he needed his rest as much as she did.
But she didn't feel that stress tonight.
She slowly slipped completely under the covers, and let herself get lost in thoughts. It was almost exciting to have such a pretty human being curled up at her side. And it was comforting to know he would always be there to protect her, even if it wasn't because of the romantic love. She hoped that he felt the same comfort with her.
"Goodnight Steve". She whispered, and let her fingertips glide loosely on the side of his face, before closing her own eyes, knowing that Steve was right there with her.
Not knowing about the small shy smile that was present on his face as she let herself fall asleep.
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Cold. That was all she could decipher. Cold, and maybe ice? Her toes surely felt like they'd gone to ice. Never in her life had she been feezing as much as now. She pulled the sheets closer around herself and tried to crawl up into a small ball in an attempt to keep the warmth in and cold out. But her tries were useless and she began to feel jealous of the warmth that Steve was blessed with just because he was a big, strong soldier with super strength.
The big, strong soldier that probably radiated with body heat if you would get close enough.
She felt helpless and therefore decided to test her theory about radiating body heat. Her body was genuinely one millimeter away from ending up on the floor, and her back was against Steve so she had no interpretation of how close he was. But she slowly started to squirm backward, and she didn't get far before she felt two things. One is a faint feeling of warmth. Two, her waist accidentally laying itself over a hand. She froze and held her breath, but Steve seemed to be sleeping as peacefully as he did before. Deciding to take another approach, she turned her body to the other way, making her back face the window instead of Steve. But ended up with her eyes wide open and facing his bare chest.
She dared to look up at his face, and her mouth opened lightly with a breath of air at the angel face that she saw. A dawning realization set itself in the room, a realization that this passion for the captain could become a problem in the future. But not at the moment.
Carefully, she maneuvered his hand closer to his own body so that she could get the space that she needed to wiggle just a little bit closer to the hot man. But to her horror, Steve moved. His head twitched, and then he started to move the arm that she previously pushed around. She couldn't move, so she just laid there in complete horror, with a sound stuck in her throat. And then from nowhere, the arm snaked around her waist and up over her back, sending warmth sizzling over her skin.
He took a steady grip around her, and effectively pulled her into his bare, smooth chest.
She didn't breathe, didn't move, did nothing as she lay there.
"You could've just asked sweetheart," Steve mumbled sleepily, his word coming out in a mush since his face was squeezed into his pillow. (Name) swallowed, hard.
"Just didn't want to wake you up. It was cold." She said, feeling warmth rise her neck.
An amused scoff sounded from Steve, and she felt embarrassment travel up her face.
"Wrap your arms around my waist," Steve said. She felt obliged to as told since she woke him up, and let her hands travel at the expense of Steve's waist. A deep breath left Steve's lips, and she let herself smile. Slowly, Steve unlocked his arm from her waist, and slowly started to gather her in his big arms.
He hugged her closer to him with the new grip that he had, and he felt her melt into his chest, effectively waking up the butterflies in his chest.
"Go to sleep now, you deserve it."
And with that, (name) couldn't physically keep her mind awake anymore, letting go of the need to cry because of physical from Steve.
Description: Living on your own in Brooklyn isn’t an easy thing. Your work life is awful and your ex-boyfriend is a complete mess. When you get caught in the sights of two of the most dangerous men in New York life doesn’t get any easier, but it certainly does get more interesting.
Summary: After attempting to move on with life secrets begin to come out and you're left with a difficult choice to make.
Word Count: 8.3K
Warnings: SMUT, talk of toxic work environment, talk of a toxic previous relationship, talk poly relationship, talk of disappearance, work anxiety and pressure, firing from job, oral sex (m receiving), protected sex, p in v, slow build, slow burn, mafia AU, mob boss Bucky, mob boss Steve, under 18s dni
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It was difficult to believe the trouble you would have with weening yourself away from Bucky and Steve’s interactions. It had almost become second nature to want to call or speak with them, inform them about any good news, be consoled from any heartbreak, just talk with them and feel that close connection. The abject loneliness that came from simply not having their presence had been like having this new void in your life.
It was lucky that you had Wanda to keep you steady when you wanted to feel weak. Wanda had made herself available at all times of day, inviting you over for dinner, celebrating you’re the job offer from Timothy. It was nice to have that distraction, but it never seemed to last long enough. Wanda had her own life and her own love with Vision. It wasn’t fun playing the third wheel to an overly loving couple, especially when it felt like your own love life was going nowhere.
Wanda cut through your thoughts. “Oh, wow. How about this guy?” Then flip your phone to be facing you to reveal another candidate from whatever dating app she had currently signed you up to. “So, he works in a museum and seems cute, right? He has kind eyes.” Wanda mentioned, which made you huff and shrug your shoulders indecisively. “I-I don’t know, Wan… I just… I’m not sure I’m ready for all this again yet.”
The two of you had been arguing if you were ready to fully get back out into the dating world again. It wasn’t like you had really been looking to date when Bucky and Steve had pushed themselves independently into your life. It had just happened in a beautiful whirlwind that left you strangely empty now that they were no longer there. It wasn’t like it could have ever worked out anyway. They were colleagues. How were you supposed to explain that you had been ‘dating’ the other without residual trouble?
A tender sigh slipped from Wanda’s lips. Reluctantly she nodded her head and placed your phone carefully between you both. “I get it. I just want you to be happy and I’m worried that one of them might try and make their way back into your life. After what Detective said, I’m worried-” “There is no need to be worried, Wanda.” You informed her with a careful tone. “I cut them both off and they haven’t tried contacting me any other way. I’m sure… I’m sure they spoke to each other, figured out they were both perusing the same woman and decided to put their friendship before that.” Then shrugging, you didn’t really know that, but that was what your mind had convinced you.
“Maybe.” The redhead hummed in response, shook her head and sat back in her chair. “Why don’t we go out for some dinner tonight? Just you, me and Vis…” Internally you found yourself cringing at sitting in on another of their dates. A voice came from behind you before you could even think of an excuse. “What? Do I not get an invitation?” Then glancing over your shoulder to see Pietro standing with his hand pressed to his chest as if he had been wounded by her words.
Rolling her eyes, Wanda answered. “Of course not, brother. Do you believe it would be something you could be on time for?” Then tilting her head in that very traditionally Wanda way. “Perhaps not for you…” Pietro quipped, then moved to rest his hand on your shoulder. “But for our special friend, I would not miss a second of it…” Again, she rolled her eyes which made you giggle, before patting Pietro’s hand. “It would be great to go out with you guys. Thanks.” “Great, I’ll have a taxi pick you up later, alright?” Wanda announced and sweetly, you nodded in response.
At least if you were going to be dragged along on another of Wanda and Visions' dates, Pietro might act as a good distraction from their lovey-dovey behaviour.
Stepping out through the double doors of his walk-in wardrobe Bucky looked at himself in the mirror, adjusting his collar and then moving to attach the beautiful cufflinks that Steve had got him for his last birthday. From the doorway, Steve watched how he struggled for a moment before crossing the room and taking over the task for him. “You good?” Bucky muttered. “Are you?” Steve responded without missing a beat, quirking a brow.
There was no denying that they had felt that chasm that had just developed suddenly between your separate relationships with them. “Did we do something wrong?” Bucky asked then and Steve sighed quietly, continuing to work on the cufflinks. “Did she find someone else?” Another question came that Steve didn’t honestly know the answer to.
“I’m just not sure, Bucky.” He answered truthfully. “I’m sure… I don’t know, maybe she just… maybe she’s busy, or… shit, I don’t know…” He trailed off, finishing clasping the links and then looking into his eyes. “I’ve had Torres trail her for the last couple of days to make sure she isn’t in any trouble, but it has just been working and then that bakery her friend owns. Nothing new. Nothing special.”
Bucky frowned and shook his head. “What do we do?” He asked quietly and Steve leaned in close to peck his lips. “Nothing.” He responded. “I know that she’ll find her way back to us. If we try to force this more, we’ll spook her and then… then it won’t end well for any of us. Alright?” He kissed him again, sweeter, warmer, tugging him in and breathing against his lips as he tugged away half an inch. “It’ll work out, Buck. I know it.”
“How can you…” Kissing him again was the only suitable way of stopping more worries from spilling from Bucky’s lips. “I just know, punk. Don’t question me on this.” Leaning forward to seal a searing kiss on his lips. The two tangled into a heated kiss, tongues sliding against one another, heavy breaths escaping as Steve pushed him back against the wall, sinking down to his knees and unbuckling his belt.
A hard growl came from Bucky. “Shit.” He whined softly, feeling how Steve tugged down his trousers and slipped his stiff cock from his pants. “Baby…” He ran his fingers through Steve’s hair as he felt his mouth encase his cock. “Stevie.” He whined with heavy pants falling from his lips, fingers gripping his tresses as he continued to bob his head feverishly, knowing what Bucky likes.
Bucky gulped, stroking Steve’s hair lovingly as he tilted his head back and moaned towards the beautiful high ceilings of their townhouse. His beautiful man was taking his cock deep in his throat, expertly sucking his cock. They had been with each other for so long that there was no need for instructions or words outside of adoring pet names. He trusted that Steve could please him just like he could do the same for the blonde.
Steve worked him and pushed every worried thought from his mind, cheeks hollowed and eyes closed in concentration. “Fuck, doll…” He grunted. “I’m gonna cum… Stevie, don’t stop… don’t stop…” He panted, thrusting his hips forward, following that beautiful feeling that was building and letting out a loud shout as he began to shoot his hot load down Steve’s throat. “Good… good boy…” He panted sweetly, stroking his hair back from his face and looking into his eyes. “I-I fucking love you, Steve Rogers.” Removing the slowly softening cock from his throat, Steve laughed and pressed a couple kisses to his lips. “And I fucking love you, James Barnes.” He smirked then.
Raising back up to his feet, Steve carefully tucked Bucky away, helping him to buckle his belt and straighten his suit again. “You’re gonna be late for your dinner, baby.” Steve leaned in to press a sweet kiss to his lips. “Sam and Bruce will be here any minute to watch the soccer.” He pecked his lips. “Go, whoever…” The lacklustre cheer came from Bucky as he smirked and popped his collar. “I’ll catch you later, Stevie.” He kissed his cheek before slipping past him out the room, out to his waiting Range Rover with a skip in his step now.
You took your time primming and prepping yourself once you returned to your apartment, finding a nice outfit and loosening up by listening to some music whilst you got ready. A cab arrived to take you to the restaurant, and you noticed that you were the first to arrive from your group as you headed inside. Instead of dwelling, you decided to order yourself a refreshing cocktail, glancing around the room, then to your phone and finally back to your drive. Time was ticking away and still, your friends didn’t appear.
One fruity cocktail soon turned into another and then a chilled glass of white wine followed not long after that. Before you knew it, 30 minutes had flown past, and the waiter would approach your table, asking if you wanted to order or give up the table. It was honestly a little humiliating. A few times, you tried calling Wanda, then Vision and finally Pietro. Ordering yourself another cocktail and mention that you’d give it another 10 minutes before giving the table up.
Your fingers tapped against the table anxiously before seeing your phone begin to flash. “I got it…” Wanda’s voice came through the speaker, clearly speaking to someone else. Her voice was tight, full of emotion. “Wan?” “I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry. It has been so crazy here since you left… We were just getting ready to go out when we were all this noise downstairs… Someone broke into the bakery…” She explained and you gasped gently at the announcement, covering your mouth.
“What? Are you okay? Oh, Wan… I’m so sorry… I’ll come over-” You began, but quickly she cut you off. “I’m fine. We’re fine. Just shaken up.” Then take a few deep breaths. “We’re okay. Just waiting for the police to arrive to file and report. Don’t… Don’t come over… I think we’re in for a long night…” There was a beat of silence between the two of you. “Jesus, they were right below us whilst we were…” There was so much fear and vulnerability to her voice that it broke your heart into these tiny pieces.
“Wan, I’m so sorry that this has happened to you both.” You whimpered in response. “If you both need a place to stay, you’re always welcome to come to my apartment. It’s small, but we can make it work.” You began; you could give up your bed for your friends and camp out on the couch for a few days until they feel that they can return safely to their apartment. “That is so sweet of you to offer, but Vision’s boss has offered us a place to stay until we feel like going home.” You finished your cocktail and leaned back in your chair. “I’m sorry that we didn’t call earlier. It has just been so… I don’t…”
Quickly you cut her off. “Wan, no… no, you don’t have to explain, honey. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that this has happened. You need to figure out that, alright? I’ll just head home, but if you need anything, like anything, just call me, okay?” Wanda sweetly agreed and the two of you said your goodbyes. You just set your phone down and closed your eyes for a moment. That must be such an awful situation to go through, to feel genuinely violated and vulnerable.
“Doll?” The voice made your head bolt up, looking to see Bucky standing at the opposite side of the table, resting his hands against the chair and looking at you with concern. “Doll, what the hell are you doing here?” You felt like asking him the same question, but you couldn’t find the words. Instead, Bucky rounded the table and took a seat beside you. “Are you okay? Has someone done something? Has something happened?”
You took some time then explaining the situation to Bucky and carefully he rubbed your back, gazing directly into your eyes as you spoke. “That is terrible, sweetheart. I’m sorry that has happened to your friend.” He mentioned, looking over his shoulder and remembering his waiting meeting, a prominent investor had travelled from Europe to meet with him, but could he just let you slip away. “Can I give you a ride home?” He asked suddenly, pushing work and money as far from his mind as possible.
“Are you not… aren’t you here for a reason, Bucky?” You asked then, tilting your head, your mind almost blank from the turmoil around you. “I couldn’t care less about that right now. I just wanna make sure you get home safely. Will you let me do that?” A rational part of your brain reminded you about Carol and her words, but your heart was screaming at you to allow this warm and caring man to look after you the way he wanted. “Okay.” You said softly.
Bucky placed his hand on your lower back as he led you out to his parked car. The valet gave him a confused look, only just arriving to leave already. “C’mon, doll…” Opening the door, he allowed you to climb inside, slipping your seatbelt across your frame and then moving around to climb into the driver’s side. “I feel like I’ve ruined your evening, Bucky…” You mentioned that a small part of your mind wondered if he might have been on a date.
“You don’t need to feel that way.” He responded, reaching over to pat your knee caringly, eyes darting from looking at the road to your concerned features. “You come before business always.” He mentioned and this spark of warmness filled your chest, blooming out to radiate around your entire frame and you were reminded in that exact moment why it had been so hard to believe Carol’s vague words because the Bucky that you knew couldn’t be this dangerous man that she was trying to convince you he was. “Doll, have you been avoiding me?”
Your head whipped in his direction suddenly. “I know… I know it is a selfish question to ask, but… I need to know the truth.” He explained, feeling himself cringe enterally due to how pathetic he thought he sounded. “Do you actually want the truth, or would you rather I lied?” That was all the answer that Bucky needed. Now he just needed to figure out why you were ignoring him.
It wasn’t too long of a drive across town before you arrived at your apartment, slipping from his dazzling vehicle and approaching your apartment with Bucky on your heel. “I’ll just come to check over the place. If your friend has been targeted, they might come after you too…” His tone made concern evident, placing his hand on your lower back and slipping your keys from your hand. “Just stay here whilst I check it over. Please…” He muttered, leaning in your pressing a chaste kiss on your forehead before leaving your apartment alone.
A few short moments passed and you wished for a second that you hadn’t been left alone. It gave your brain too much time to overthink things. It was almost like Carol’s voice was telling you that it wasn’t a good idea; then there was the thought of Steve lingering in the back of your mind too. The thought of Wanda feeling unsafe in her own home was a torrid one. Starting a new job with all these new people you didn’t know and even Oliver still being missing was ever-present. All these things made your heart race uncomfortable. You wanted to push it all away, to just stop caring for one night
The door clicking open made you jolt and Bucky opened it wide. “All clear, doll. Come in…” He held his arms out and instantly you stepped forward, pressing yourself into his open frame. For a moment, he allowed his arms to fold around you, holding you tight to his form, pressing your ear to his chest and listening to the way that his heartbeat, in such a calm and even way, never missing a beat, just a beautifully steady rhythm that soothed your very soul.
“What happened?” The question came from Bucky’s mouth before he could stop himself. “What changed? What did I do?” The questions flowed, slipping endlessly from between his lips before you tilted your head up. “I got scared.” You began and Bucky wanted to press more but knew you needed a moment to collect your thoughts. “I got scared because I heard some things about you, James.”
There was this long string of silence drawn between you both. Bucky’s mind seemed to spin as he wondered what type of things he had been told. Your mind whirled with the possibility that these worries could be confirmed as he didn’t jump to deny anything. “What did you hear?” “I was told that you weren’t who you were pretending to be… I was told that you were dangerous…” Your voice trembled, tilting your head up to be looking into his eyes, wanting to see his reaction to your words.
“I am dangerous.” The words slipped from his lips with ease, but you remained unmoved in his arms. “I am. I won’t deny that. I can’t.” Then shaking his head slowly, feeling the way you trembled against him. “But I know that I would rather die than have anything or anyone harm you.” He decided with a secure nod. “I am dangerous, but I am never the person you need to be afraid of.”
Your mind spun, eyes lazily running across his sharp features before muttering. “What does all that mean, James?” “I wanna tell you. I wanna say more…” It didn’t seem right having these conversations without Steve. “I do, but… not yet… I can’t stand… the thought of you pushing me away, not tonight, not when I just got you back.” A part of you wanted to argue with him, but a more significant amount agreed because you had only just got him back too and you had surprised yourself with how much you had missed him. “I won’t ask you to trust me. I won’t push to stay. Ask me to leave and I will.”
For a moment, your lower lip trembled before shaking your head and replying. “You don’t have to leave.” Carol might have thought that Bucky was dangerous and he openly confirmed that, but there was never a part of you that thought Bucky might hurt you or put you in any danger. He didn’t ask you to trust him, but a deep part of you did without hesitation. “You can stay.”
“I’ll stay, doll.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, washing away any fears he might push you out like you had done to him. “I’m not going anywhere.” His fingers trailed over your jawline, tilting your head up so that you could be gazing into those beautiful blue eyes shining with such mystery and allure. “Beautiful girl…” He muttered and before he had the chance to lean down to connect his lips against your own, you surged forward to find his own.
You connected into a searing kiss, deeper and more passionate than anything you two had shared before. Bucky sunk his tongue into your mouth, dancing and dominating around your own as he moved you backwards against your wall, knocking a piece of art askew as he lifted you to wrap your legs around his waist. Tugging away from the kiss Bucky growled as he slotted his face into the crook of your throat, kissing and suckling against your skin, pressing his frame into your own before lifting his head and gazing into your eyes. “How am I supposed to resist you?”
“You don’t.” You whimpered, leaning forward to kiss his lips again, digging your nails into his shoulders and feeling him groan as he sunk into another deep kiss, pressing his crotch into your own and causing you to whimper into the heated kiss you shared.
In a moment, you were moved away from the wall and both of you collapsed onto the couch. Your body straddled Bucky as you stayed connected in that mind-numbing kiss. It had been a long time since you had last been in this situation with a guy, and you had never really been interested in hooking up. Then there was Oliver, who had been selfish in his lovemaking, only really searching for his own release. It felt terrible to even think about Steve; he had been so reserved, a true gentleman, never really trying anything more than a kiss. “Should we be doing this?” You tugged away from his lips, gazing down into his eyes.
“Doll, I can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing.” Apart from having Steve here to join you both, he would understand; Bucky knew that. “If you wanna stop, then just say the words and we can stop…” Those dazzling blue eyes were gazing up into your own and for a moment, you thought that maybe you should stop, call it all off and listen to that rational side of your brain, but it seemed your body had other ideas.
Leaning down again to connect your lips to Bucky’s, your nimble fingers began to unbutton his dress shirt, revealing the beautifully sculpted torso beneath. You whimpered, keeping up with the kiss as your hands trailed over his taut and tight muscles. “Oh, shit…” You whined, listening to the sound of him chuckling into the kiss. You tugged away and gazed down at his chest; it was clear that Bucky took great pride in his appearance because he was truly gorgeous. “Wow…”
How you reacted to his form made a big grin on Bucky’s face, lifting a brow in your direction and asking. “Can I take off your dress, doll?” His hands were playing with the hem, tugging it between his fingers before finally, he yanked it off over your head. A tender groan caught in his throat when he was greeted by your bare chest, tits sitting heavy right in front of his face, nipples pert and begging for attention. “Fuck.” He groaned lowly, drifting his hands up your sides and cupping your chest in his large hands, twirling his thumbs over the nipples as he shook his head. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” He muttered.
As his fingers caressed your breasts with great care, you couldn’t help but begin to grind down your panty-clad mound against his groin. Gasping and whimpering as you continued to seek pleasure on his body, leaning your head down to connect your lips to his own, tongue tangling as your hips ground into his own. “Fuck, baby. How am I supposed to resist you?” Those words. You felt like recently you had heard such a variation of them said to you.
A timid whimper pulled from your throat as you tugged back away from his lips, pressing your hands into his chest and looking down your form to where you were perched on his bulge, practically throbbing against your slit. “Take me out, baby.” He urged, hands winding down your frame, squeezing your hips. For a moment, you fumbled with his expensive belt, pushing his trousers and briefs down just enough for his cock to spring free, slapping against his taut abs.
Holy shit. Holy shit. He was thick and long, shaft twisting with prominent veins and the most beautiful, angry red tip which leaked with sticky pre-cum. “Touch me, doll.” Again, you followed his words, wrapping your hand around the shaft, squeezing just tight enough as you began to jerk him in your warm hands. “That’s it. That’s it, bunny.” He whimpered huskily, eyes shut as he leaned his head back. “My sweet girl.” He growled out, gritting his teeth as he squeezed your hips again, slipping one hand into the front of your panties and beginning to circle your clit with his nimble fingers.
A sudden moan slipped from your throat, grinding your cunt into his hand as you continued to jerk him enthusiastically. “God…” You whimper, allowing your eyes to slip closed before gazing back up at Bucky, asking in a husky tone. “Do you have a condom?” Reaching into his pocket, he tugged out his wallet and grabbed the latex protection placed inside. “Here, baby.” He put it into your free hand.
Tugging the packaging open, you pulled out the rubber, slipping it over Bucky’s immense length and stroking it a few more times, then gazing into his eyes. “Are you sure you wanna-” “Fuck, doll. You really don’t need to ask that question.” He growled. “You sink my cock into that perfect little cunt and enjoy every fucking second.” He commanded in a gruff tone.
Unable to resist him for a moment longer, you tugged aside your panties, exposing your cunt as you lift your hips, lining up Bucky’s tip with your dripping hole and carefully began to sink yourself down. You swear you had never felt a stretch like this before. It felt like Bucky was pushing you to a limit you’d never felt, fucking yourself down onto his length hungrily and whimpering as you finally hilted him fully inside.
“Ride me, doll.” He spanked your rear then, making a yelp pull from your throat as you raised your hips, bouncing on his lap, head tilted back and tits bouncing freely for him to enjoy. Boy, did he genuinely enjoy every second of it. Bucky swore this was one of the most beautiful things he’d ever witnessed, your truly heavenly frame using his body for pleasure.
The sounds springing from your mouth were sounds that you hadn’t heard yourself make before. They were desperate and needy, hands planted on Bucky’s chest, frantically fucking yourself down onto his fiercely hard cock, whimpering and moaning. “Fuck. James. Fuck…” You whimpered, hearing the way a growl rumbled through his chest, holding your hips and slamming you down harder on his cock. “Good girl. Good girl.” He praised lowly. “C’mon. Fuck me faster.”
Your palms pressed harder into his chest, seeking that pleasure that Bucky was so proud you were found on his body. “Fuck…” You hiccupped, mouth hanging open as you felt yourself drawing nearer and nearer to your orgasm, eyes squeezed closed and practically grinding down, fully seated on his rock-hard cock. “There you go~” Bucky growled, rubbing his thumb so expertly over your clit, watching how your frame suddenly went rigid, the silky walls of your cunt squeezing and rippling around his length whilst your whines came out in short pants. “That’s it, doll. Fuck, that’s it, baby.” He growled, throwing his head back.
A sharp moan pulled from your throat as Bucky began to fuck up into you, planting his feet onto the couch and shifting his hips upwards. All that you could do from there was hold on for the ride, digging your nails into his chest, mouth falling open and looking down at the pleasured, dominant look that stayed present on Bucky’s face the entire time. “C’mon, fuck…” He hissed, fucking harder and faster, chasing the high he desperately wanted to share with you.
His hand spanked your ass suddenly, making you gasp, allowing your body to be overwhelmed by that exquisite pleasure. Just as another orgasm washed over you, Bucky growled, gripping your hips, fucking up into you sloppily before hissing as he began to splash his cum into the protection of the condom. It wasn’t his preferred way to finish, but he hoped he’d get the opportunity to fill you to the brim with his cum one day.
You wheezed before collapsing onto his sweaty chest, breathing deeply as you placed a few stray kisses onto his collar bone. His fingers drifted easily up and down your spine, humming lowly and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Rest now. I’ve got you.” His voice was soothing, your eyes shut as if following his command and soon, rest overtook your tired form.
What had followed that night of passion was the most fantastic night of sleep you had experienced for a while. As you stirred that morning, you found yourself tucked up warmly into your bed. Turning your gaze towards the empty space beside you, a pit of sadness began to grow in the depths of your stomach.
Anxiously you clambered to your feet, tugging a thrown aside shirt over your naked form to hide your modesty and then stepping from your bedroom into the remainder of your apartment. “Yeah… Yeah, I’ll call you right back… Okay, okay…” The sound of Bucky’s low timbre carried through the apartment, following the sound until you found him standing in the kitchen, speaking on his phone and wearing only his boxer briefs. “Hey…” He greeted you sweetly, turning his attention back to his phone conversation. “Yeah, I promise. Alright, bye…” Then he hung up.
“Hey…” You said sweetly, rubbing the back of your throat in a way that screamed anxiety. “I, uh… I thought you were gone…” You tried to keep your tone light, but there was such vulnerability in your voice which made Bucky frown as he took a few steps toward you. “I had to take a call and didn’t wanna wake you.” Leaning down to press a slow and sensual kiss to your lips. “How are you feeling, doll?”
There was no denying the dull ache between your thighs, body littered with little bruises from Bucky’s grabby hands the night before. “I’m great.” Even with all these little memories of Bucky’s love-making littering your form, the answer was truthful. “We should probably talk about this, right?” You crease your brow then, gazing up at him again.
“I know.” He responded lowly, pressing a quaint kiss to your forehead. “I know we should.” His lips rested against your forehead, almost as if he was attempting to buy time before pulling away and looking down into your eyes. “How about tonight?” He began and a crease caught your features. “We can talk. Tonight. There is a bar called Essence; have you heard of it?” “That place is like impossible to get into.” You responded and Bucky chuckled, shaking his head. “You don’t have to worry about that. What do you think? Can we talk there?”
A tender sigh came from your lips before nodding your head. “Sure.” Bucky smiled, leaning down to peck your lips. “Thanks, doll.” He answered soothingly, nipping at your lower lip. “I know you had lots of questions and… and I’ve got a lot I wanna tell you… but tonight, I won’t hold back.” He promised quietly. “Now, can I get some food into your belly, sweet girl? You must be hungry.”
Shortly after ensuring that you were happily fed and comfortable for the remainder of the day, Bucky left your little Brooklyn apartment. He climbed into his car and did the drive across the city back to his townhouse in Manhattan that he shared with Steve. Bucky shed his blazer and threw his keys into the little dish by the door just as he wandered inside.
From the soft grunts coming from the gym, Bucky was reminded that Steve liked to begin his day with a workout. Entering the room, he found the blonde doing bench presses, muscles rippling and strained with each push, headphones placed over his ears and blasting music that Bucky didn’t recognise.
The brunette found himself waiting patiently until finally, Steve had finished his reps before approaching and gaining his attention. Sitting upright, his boyfriend removed his headphones quickly and began to check him over with a look of concern pressed onto his face. “Where the hell were you, James?” By using his given name, Bucky knew he was in a little hot water. “The last we spoke, you were going to some meeting and then you just don’t come home.” There was apparent nervousness in his tone. “Fuck, I thought…” Steve dared not to say his worries aloud, but Bucky could assume what they could have been. “I thought something terrible happened to you.”
“I’m sorry, Stevie.” His voice was low and calming, cupping his sweaty features and brushing away stray droplets. “I’m sorry. I never made it to that meeting, and I never expected to run into our girl there.” That frown that pressed into Steve’s features turned into surprise. After that great distance that felt had been driven between you and them, to have the luck to see you whilst at that same restaurant was more like a miracle than anything else. “How was she?”
Bucky answered honestly. “Not great.” The blonde looked greatly concerned by that. “Just as I got there, she’d been given some bad news from her friend. I wanted to make sure that she got home safely. I wanted to give her comfort.” He explained in a low tone, closing the distance and rubbing his hands over Steve’s hips. “We slept together.” He admitted, looking up to try and gage his boyfriend’s reaction. “I know we said we were gonna wait until she knows, but… I don’t know, Stevie. It just felt right. It felt like she needed that distraction.”
For a moment, Steve wondered if he should have been pissed off that Bucky went against their agreement, but he was reminded that he hadn’t made him agree to anything. Steve trusted the two of you, but more than anything, he just felt disappointed that he wasn’t part of that first intimate moment. “I get it, Buck.” He said, nodding his head and watching the relief spread across the brunette’s face. “You never agreed to wait like I wanted to, and I trust your judgement.” Then leaning forward to peck his lips, unsure if he imagined it but feeling like he could taste your cherry lip balm on his plump lips. “What does this mean now?”
“I’ve arranged to meet her at Essence tonight.” Bucky began with a gentle nod. “I figured we could both go together, meet with her at our booth and just talk to her about us. Just lay it all out there and eave the decision with her about whether she would wanna be with us or not.” A tiny tinge of sadness enveloped Bucky’s timbre at that final comment. It all seemed logical to Steve. It didn’t feel right for them to have these different relationships with you any longer. He wanted to share you. He wanted to hold you at night, snuggled firmly between their bodies. He didn’t want to waste another second pretending to be someone they weren’t. “That sounds like a good idea, Buck.”
As they broke apart, Steve was about to return to his workout when Bucky said. “Someone told her I was dangerous.” The statement hung between them as the blonde almost crushed his headphones in his grip. “Who?” He pressed, but Bucky remained deathly silent. “You’re thinking it was Danvers or Fury?” They must have been insane to attempt to interfere like that, wouldn’t they?”
“I just don’t know anymore, Stevie.” He responded arms crossed over his chest as he contemplated for a moment. “We have a lot of enemies. We all know how Loki likes to fuck with things. It wouldn’t surprise me if his grubby hands were involved in this somewhere.” “I don’t know. Thor and Jane have him on a tighter leash now, especially with the new deal we’re trying to agree on. It wouldn’t be worth it to them.” Another pause before Steve suggested. “I mean, how about Hydra?”
At the mention of the name, Bucky found himself practically paling. “They only operate in Europe. This type of shit is beneath them.” He explained, shaking his head a little too quickly. “No, no… not them…” He cleared his throat. “We can have Natasha tail our girl for a week and see if she recognises anyone approaching her.” He decided with a heavy nod of his head.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, Steve asked. “Buck…” The brunette gazed over his shoulder at him. “How much are we going to tell her?” The question hung in the air, neither of them unsure about how much you’d be able to handle. “We’re gonna give her enough information to decide whether she wants to be with us or not… Okay? We’ll deal with everything else later.”
That entire afternoon you spent in complete turmoil. The amount of time you spent internally arguing with yourself whether you should good meet with Bucky at Essence or just call off the entire thing. Even though you had this inner conflict, you still decided to prepare yourself, choosing a gorgeous outfit and styling yourself in a way that you knew you had Bucky’s jaw hitting the floor.
You wondered if maybe you should call Wanda for some advice, wondering if she might just talk you out of going entirely. The last thing that Wanda needed now was for you to be rambling on about ‘dating’ issues. No, she would be dealing with the aftermath of the break-in and it would just be selfish of you to interrupt her whilst she was still trying to heal from this vulnerability.
The buzzer to your apartment interrupted your thoughts. Wandering over to the intercom, you pressed the button. “Hello?” “Hey there, my name is Sam Wilson.” He introduced himself and still, you were confused as to why this stranger was contacting you at your apartment. “I was sent by Bucky to give you a ride to Essence.” You hadn’t been expecting to send someone to collect you.
“I’ll be right out.” Then hastily rushed to grab your purse and phone, tucking them into your side before exiting your apartment building to find a familiar-looking handsome, dark-skin man standing at the bottom of the stoop. “Have we met before, Sam?” You quizzed, wandering down the steps towards him with a look of curiosity on your features. “I think we might have bumped into each other in the office building that I work in.” It was then that it clicked, the day that you had met Bucky after you had accidentally collided with Sam in the foyer of the office building.
“Oh right…” Then laughing gently as you nodded. “Did I ever apologise for that?” Tilting your head as you followed him over to the beautiful Mercedes AMG parked alongside your beat-up little car. Opening the door, Sam gestured you inside before replying smoothly. “There’s no need to.” Then chuckling as you slipped inside and slammed the door closed behind you.
The drive through the city was smooth, your eyes focused on the passing buildings and people, whilst your mind was muddled with everything that was about to happen. You wished you had someone that you could confide in about this whole problem, but this seemed like something you’d have to face alone.
As you arrived outside the bustling bar, Sam pulled into an empty spot, jogging around and helping you from the luxurious car. “Follow me.” He said softly, escorting you into the building, past the grumbling queue of waiting for people. It was just as busy inside. The room was dimly lit; people sat in small groups all around the open space, choosing little tucked away nooks to sneak away to and others attempting to gain the attention of the overly busy bartenders.
Leading you through the crowd, you were surprised as you were led to a quiet corner of the bar. “Go on…” Sam ushered you gently through a red velvet curtain. As you stepped through, it was like your stomach dropped as on a plush leather couch, both Steve and Bucky were sitting nursing a couple of whiskeys and murmuring. When you came into the frame, they both stood up and instantly sensed your discomfort. “Oh, shit…” This sense of panic was bubbling in your chest, blurting out. “I can explain-”
“Sweetheart, believe me that you have nothing to explain here,” Steve responded with a gentle smile. “Why don’t you come and take a seat, let me pour you a drink and let us explain everything….” He offered, gesturing to the couch opposite them both. For a moment, you didn’t move a muscle before finally taking a few steps and sinking onto the comfort of the giving leather. “I-I think I’ll pass on the drink.” Holding your hand up as Steve held a glass of bubbly in your direction. “I wanna keep a clear head.”
Sitting forward, Bucky gifted you a warm smile. “I’m glad you came. I thought you might back out…” “Maybe I should have…” You muttered, making them both chuckle, sharing a look and then back towards you. “What… what the hell is going on here?”
“I wanna start by saying that this hasn’t been easy for either of us, bunny.” Steve began, shifting forward too as if poised to pounce if you were to leap and attempt to run. “We haven’t liked lying to you. The more time we spent with you, the more difficult it became to be truthful, but… this is us being truthful with you now.” He decided, then reaching over to rest his hand over Bucky’s and squeezing his fingers. Your eyes lingered there for a moment before flickering up between their faces. “We’re in a relationship. We have been for longer than we’d both care to remember.” They both chuckled.
It clearly wasn’t funny to you. The look of shock stayed present on your face, almost betrayal bubbling in your eyes. “Y-you’re in… you’re together?” You blinked at them. “That’s right, doll,” Bucky responded with ease. “I’ve been in love with Stevie for as long as I can remember. He was my everything. He’s been my rock my entire life. He was all I ever wanted forever… and then you came along.” “Then you came along.” Steve mirrored and they both smirked.
“Fuck, you came into our lives and completely turned everything around. It wasn’t like we hadn’t shared someone in the bedroom before.” Steve said with such open confidence, watching the way you averted your gaze for a moment and then back towards them both. “We thought… we thought that might be what you would be for us too… just a fun night of relentless fucking.” The words made you subconsciously squeeze your thighs together. “But the more time we spent with you, the more we discovered that… it might just be something more than that. These feelings we have might go deeper than those carnal ones.”
It was like a script because the moment that Steve stopped talking, Bucky would start, picking up perfectly where he had left off. “We should have been clear from the start and we’re sorry about that, but we didn’t wanna scare you away.” A shaky breath escaped you as you leaned back on the couch. “We know that this is gonna be a lot for you to take in and we don’t want a decision tonight, but we just felt like we had to tell you the truth about our intentions,” Bucky said. “We want you.” You gulped. “All of you. Every little bit. We wanna bring you into our relationship and love you equally and wholly.”
There was a long bout of silence. They both waited for you to fully take in their words and requests before looking back up between them. “Does… do you know that we slept together?” You looked at Steve then as he nodded slowly; you couldn’t help but feel like you had betrayed Steve slightly with your actions only the night before. “I’m sorry… I… it’s a lot…” Bucky nodded in understanding. “You know, I… I’ve gone from playing the field with a couple guys to… to a potential thruple.”
The blonde nodded slowly and replied. “We get it. It’s a lot to take in, and you probably need some time and we’re willing to give us as much as you need.” There was absolute honesty to his voice, looking over at him with so much care. It had been a while since you genuinely looked at Steve, and you’d just missed him. “We just think… we think you got this big heart that is so full of love and understanding and care and… and we believe that you could have enough room in your heart for both of us…” A gentle nod came from you in response.
“I need time.” You said softly. “I just… need some time to think…” You said, raising up and brushing down your outfit. “I…” You looked between them both, watching as those both raised to their feet too. “I’m sorry I can’t give you the answer you want right now.” Closing the distance towards you, Bucky took your hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a caring kiss to your knuckles. “You take your time, doll. Days, weeks, months. The second you’re ready, we’ll come running.”
A small gulp came from you. “Okay.” You said softly, feeling almost woozy as you looked between them both. This was the last thing you were expecting when Bucky had asked to meet at Essence. “We’ll get Sam to give you a ride home, and I want him to check over your apartment before he leaves too…” Bucky commented and you wanted to assure him that didn’t need to happen, but after everything that happened with Wanda, maybe it was better to be safe. “Okay.”
Allowing you to step back through the curtain, Bucky turned back to Steve and allowed a tight breath to escape his throat. “Shit…” He muttered. “How do you think that went?” Steve just shook his head in response. “I’m not sure…” He then collapsed back onto the couch and stared at the ceiling with a dazed look. “God, I hope she comes back to us, Buck.”
After returning from Essence, you wasted no time climbing into bed. It wasn’t until well into the early morning that you drifted into a restless sleep. Your mind was ultimately plagued with all this new information. You wondered if there were things that you had missed that would have made it evident that they were involved with each other much more intimately than you assumed. Of course, they worked together and there were times you had seen them together outside of work. Still, you hadn’t witnessed anything that made you wonder for a second and indeed no inclination that they were interested in a polyamorous relationship with you.
You thought that a day of work might allow you to drown yourself in something other than limitless questions that were mingling around in your mind. During your break, you found yourself doing research into polyamory. Many debates and articles were written about it, but none seemed to give you the specific answer you had been attempting to search for. That question was if polyamory was the right choice for you.
“We need to talk.” The stern voice of your boss came from beside you. Glancing up to see Rupert standing there, eyes burning with anger. “My office. Now.” He commanded in a hushed tone.
A look of concern pulled across your features as you raised up and followed him through to his office. “Do you wanna tell me what the fuck this is?” Then holding up the letter of resignation that you had placed on his desk last week. “It’s my letter of resignation…” “I know, I’m not fucking stupid.” He slams it down against his desk and you take a shocking step backwards. “Do you have no fucking respect for me? Do you have no loyalty to this company that hired you when you were nothing?!”
“Rupert, I-” “No, no… Do you know what? I’m fucking glad you’ve done this because honestly… honestly, you’ve been slacking since the moment I fucking hired you.” He hollered and you felt tears beginning to skim the bottom of your eyes, lower lip trembling as you attempted to stay strong. “We’re gonna be better off without you… and that fucking novel…” He scoffed. “You can fucking forget about me even looking at its title. It's laughable that you want to be an author. Seriously, just give up.” He spat out.
A tear ran down your cheek and quickly, you brushed it away with your nimble fingers. “You’re being completely unreasonable, Rupert.” “Clear your desk. I want you to leave today. Don’t bother working your notice period. I don’t want to see you around here again.” He bit back; you could feel this anger silently bubbling beneath you before suddenly spitting out. “You are a petty little man.” You hissed at him; you could feel his cheeks beginning to flame in humiliation and anger. “I feel sorry for whoever takes over my job. God, to have to work for you for even a second is like torture!”
He pointed his finger hard towards the door. “Get out before I call security. I’ll have someone box your things and drop them at your home.” “Gladly.” You hissed, turning on your heel and stalking from the office with just your phone and purse, tears tumbling down your cheeks as you stood in the alleyway allowing your emotions to finally take over you. It didn’t have to end like that, but Rupert had pushed your buttons far too much and speaking badly about your writing skills was the last straw for you.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He wouldn’t need to supply a reference for your new job because Timothy had agreed to employ you, and now you could perhaps start at your new position sooner. Of course, maybe you’d take a little time to yourself before that; you had earned some time to rest and truly focus your attention on this new proposition with Steve and Bucky. There was certainly a lot to think about.
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You trained alone in the base training room. You hit a punching bag trying to relax but it didn't work. Today you missed the opportunity to go on a mission with Thor, Captain America and Tony. You wanted to go on a mission for a very long time, you wanted to prove to them that you are a talented fighter just like Natasha, but Nick Fury refused, on the grounds that you are not ready yet. You kept hitting this bag until a familiar voice caught your eye.
"Hmm, I wonder what that bag did to you to deserve such blows," Natasha said from behind you.
"Nothing," he said quickly, continuing to strike. Why are you here ? You shouldn't be with the them in Japan, saving who knows what city.
"I turned down the mission," Nat said.
- Why would you do this ? , you stopped abruptly and turned to her.
"Because I know how important this mission was to you, and how you were turned down, I thought I'd stay here with you and train you a little ." So, what do you say ? If I win you wash the dishes for a week, and if you win you get a surprise prize.
"Are you challenge me, Romanoff?" , you smiled as you approached her.
- Maybe, so you accept?
- Be ready to lose.
The fight was intense, you tried countless times to bring it down, but it always blocked your movements or avoided them. Her fighting style was different from yours, but after a few minutes you adapted the same way she did when you used your own fighting style. You were on the same level, none of you wanted to give up, but you decided to use the secret movement that Yelena had taught you a few weeks ago. Movement that caught Natasha. Now you were sitting on the floor, smiling.
"I won," you said happily
- That was Yelena's move, nice fight.
- Thank you, your moves are amazing . Now what is my prize ?
With a single movement Nat was now above you, and you couldn't say anything because your lips had met hers forming a kiss full of passion and desire. You both fought for a while , for supremacy but in the end she win . Now Nat is whispering something in your ear, something that made you very happy.
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A/N: hey guys! So this is my first ever crossover fic and I’ve haven’t ever found a teen wolf x avengers which I thought would be cool so I did it myself. Sorry if it’s bad hahaha💙
“I’m sorry y/n but we have no time we need to head off straight away those fancy planes won’t get here fast enough”
“Come on Scott I can help. Shits gonna go down, like your meeting Deucalion and I won’t be there to save your asses”
“Don’t come y/n stay at the tower have a day off. I’ll talk later bye n/n”
I sigh and put my phone on my bed flopping down on my back, my head bouncing on my pillow. My door creaks open and my cute brown headed friend stands at the door with a smile.
“Hey Pete! What’s up?”
“Are you busy today? I was thinking we could hang out, Mr Stark said that they don’t need me for today’s mission”
“Yeah my friends from Beacon Hills are busy too”
“Oh? What are they doing without you?”
“Uhhmm... just um, they’re just helping a friend with a um.. wild dog problem”
This is my problem. Living at the avengers tower is fun and all until you have a secret. In my years at Beacon Hills I was part of a pack. The famous Mcall pack. When Lydia Martin discovered I was a banshee she trained me to use my powers and Scott welcomed me to his supernatural pack. I became super close with everyone and we fought side by side and stuck it through the ups and downs. And then my parents decided to move to New York and I was devestated. And long story short I joined the avengers and helped the pack whenever I could, and kept a long distance relationship with my werewolf boyfriend Isaac Layhee. And kept all this from the avengers.
It was hard but I managed. Until today. Peter and I were sitting outside having a makeshift picnic, Wanda joining us and we were having a grand time laughing about the prank war that occurred last year. We hear the low rumble of the quinjet landing and we all watch as the avengers emerged but strangely a hoard of shield agents meet them and we see multiple prisoners marched out of the quinjet. We all watch curiously and decide to check it out. I was not ready for the shock I received walking into the holding cell area. The avengers we’re there and Wanda and Peter walked over to converse with them but I stopped short in the doorway and I just stared at the guilty faces of my old pack. Scott, Isaac, Lydia, Stiles, Malia, Derek, Liam and even Deucalion was there. I rush quietly to the nearest cell holding Scott.
“What the fuck Scott! You said you could handle it and what do you do? Get caught by the bloody avengers. They obviously saw you wolf out didn’t they? Oh I’m so fucked” I whispered furiously
“Hey babe...” I hear from the other cell holding my boyfriend. He gives me an innocent smile as I glare at him.
“Uhhhh guys?” That was Liam’s voice as Bucky stands in front of his cell flexing his metal arm, Clint standing next to him.
“I think he’s the youngest he’ll be easiest to get info from him” Bucky muses to Clint as he plucks his bows string intimidatingly. I walk over pushing them away saving my packs asses once again.
“We’re not interrogating anyone. Not today”
The avengers all turn to look at me in confusion.
“Y/n. These kids are werewolves for god sakes” “werecoyote” Malia interjects “ I didn’t even know they existed!” Steve exclaimed. “We need answers!”
I look at Malia in disapproval.
“Hey! I’m not a werewolf! I’m human you can let me go or I’ll call the sheriff who happens to be my father and his superfuckingnatural deputy” Stiles calls out.
“Shut up Stiles!” Lydia and I yell at the same time.
“Okay hold on. Y/n how do you know these kids?” Tony asks
“I lived in Beacon Hills and went to school with them....?”
“She’s part of our pack. We have a true alpha, his two betas, two banshees, werecoyote, an ex-alpha and Stiles so don’t mess with us”
“Shut up Liam” I mutter and put my head in my hands.
I look to Derek who was just sitting in his cell quietly watching the commotion with a sour look on his face.
“Derek. Tell me this isn’t real please for the love of god tell me this isn’t real”
He just gives me a small smile.
And I slump to the ground dramatically. Peter walks to me and goes to help me up when Isaac growls, his eyes glowing yellow and fangs out and Peter stops in his tracks. His growl makes Malia join in her eyes bright blue growling as well. It’s a domino effect of dominance as the avengers jump into a defensive position as Scott growls as well his red eyes glowing brightly, in turn Liam starts growling then Derek, Lydia and Stiles fall into battle stance, even Deucalion starts growling.
Bucky grabs my arms and pushes me behind him but I’d had enough. I scream. Making the avengers and the pack cower and hold their ears. Lydia is unaffected as her banshee powers are stronger than mine and she’s used to hearing me scream since she was the one who trained me after all.
They all stand back up once I’d finished all with guilty looks on their faces.
“Stop it. Just stop. My pack are just a younger version of you guys! Yeah they have different powers but they help people! Just please let them go”
The avengers look at me their faces slightly guilty but understanding.
“Okay okay FRIDAY unlock the holding cells” Tony commands as he walks out of the room his hand patting my shoulder the rest of the avengers following him.
The cells doors swing open and Scott is the first to take a cautious step out. When nothing happens the rest all walk out in relief. Lydia comes straight to me and engulfs me in a hug.
“That was amazing” she whispers in my hair.
I giggle thanking her. Isaac then runs over and picks me up in a bear hug my feet dangling off the ground.
“M’sorry babe, I may have been a tad jealous”
“A tad?” Stiles questions and I feel Isaacs chest rumble with a laugh.
“Hmmm how are you gonna make it up to me?”
He pulls back placing you on the ground and leans his forehead on yours looking straight into your eyes.
Description: You’re on holiday with your Mafia boyfriends Bucky and Steve, but the weather leads to you all having a miserable time. Bucky and Steve come up with a great idea to pass the time whilst they wait for the sun to come out.
Word Count: 3.6K
Warnings: Smut, use of nicknames (Princess, Doll, Baby, Daddy, Good Girl, Sweetness, Sir, Kitten), swearing, F/M/M, Mafia AU, Mob AU, Dom Bucky, Dom Steve, cockwarming, BDSM elements, making out, lots of teasing, hair pulling, dirty talk, edging, oral (f receiving), under 18s dni
Notes: Every decision made during this fanfiction is made using snakes and ladder board, random number generator and coin flipping generator. I wanted to try and make every option as random as possible to see where the story is going to lead. I have already generated all the numbers for the entire snakes and ladders game, so now I’m just filling in the space around it.
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Even with Steve just kissing you with such ferocity, there was this little piece of hope that was building in your stomach. You couldn’t help but gnaw softly on your lower lip as you thought back to all the ups and downs of the game. It was a wonder that both men had been able to deprive themselves of cumming for so long whilst it felt like your cunt had been pummelled and fucked to a state of sensitivity that you’d never felt before.
The game had spun back around to be your turn. From the previous rounds, your breasts were still firmly on display for both the men to devour and you were still in the punishment for receiving no rewards should your game piece fall on a ladder, or a space with a ladder lazily shooting through it.
The recent events of Steve’s lead taking a significant loss had filled both yourself and Bucky with a new sense of hope. It appeared that this game was willing to gift and punish whomever and didn’t hold any favourites between you three – much like how you all saw each other, all so eager to love and punish so equally and without prejudice.
Without needing to be reminded or prompted, you leaned towards the table and snatched the die up into your palm. You squeezed your fingers around it and wished silently for some good luck. It felt like you’d gone too long and been put through far too much punishment. Another second passed and you flung the die from your palm, watching it scroll across the game board before coming to an end with the number 4 facing upright.
The look that covered your face was nothing short of shock. A muttering of you’re kidding me… came from where the blonde was sitting as Bucky chortled lowly from where he was placed behind you, still firmly seated within the warmth of your cunt, the movement made his girthy cock jostle inside of your walls. “Now, that’s some good luck…” The brunette mentioned as you moved your game piece in surprise to space 28, which had the base ladder planted into it.
It was a ladder! It wasn’t just any ladder; it appeared to be an excellent ladder to get! It travelled up a very good portion of the board to be sat very firmly in the top quarter on space 77, now in front of Bucky and very close to where Steve had been sent down.
There was a gleeful look in your eyes as you went to reach forward to the die again, only for your hand to be snapped away by a very frustrated looking Steve. It seemed like with his lead being threatened, it was bringing our that horribly competitive side of him. You found yourself having to stifle a giggle as you nursed your hand against your chest. “No rewards for two turns, remember?” His voice had venom.
In your excitement from your mighty good roll, you had forgotten your lingering punishments, but it appeared that Steve had been all too eager to remind you. It felt like he was hungry to punish you after both of his lovers had dominated him in a kiss. Steve was feeling ganged up on, but he was strong enough to overcome this feeling and get a few licks in himself in the meantime.
“Sorry, Daddy…” You muttered gently in response, lifting your struck hand to brush against his cheek and then sink down to his throat. “I suppose I forgot…” You brushed your thumb against the column of his throat, a gentle reminder of the kiss that had just happened moments ago. He took your hand in the next moment, holding it in his own and pulling forward before snarling. “Don’t forget again…”
It was a pleasant sight for Bucky to witness, the two of you challenging one another, pushing until one of you was to snap. His calloused hand soothed up your back as you reclined back against him, accepted by his arms as you relaxed against him before stating. “It’s your turn, Buck~” You informed him with sweetness spilling from your tone.
“Thanks for the reminder, doll.” Bucky retorted with a smirk, leaning forward and bending you in unison so that he could grab hold of the die and curl his fist around it with such strength you were sure it might be crushed in his palm. Bucky took a moment to compose himself before launching the die from his hand and the three of you watched in interest as it tipped across the table, halting on 3.
His game piece shifted a few spaces until it stopped on space 56, which had a ladder flinging through it – the same ladder you had just sprinted up to be in second place. “Unlike you, I get my reward…” Bucky informed you with smugness evident in his voice. Politely you plucked the die from the table and planted it into his open palm before he placed a few gentle kisses against your shoulder and muttered thank you against your throat, making you shudder.
A second passed before Bucky threw the die again, a dark smile pulled across his lips as it came to a stop on 5. There wasn’t any need to check the sheet to find out what reward this was – it was one of Bucky’s favourites. There were little things more arousing in the world to him than edging you. “Let’s see how many times I get to watch you almost fall apart…” Eagerly he took the die one final time and threw it to receive the number 4.
Four times. You would be edged four times. This was going to be torture, the only thing that you could hope for was that Bucky would make you share them with Steve, but from the look on the blondes face, it told you that they weren’t planning that. “I’ll let you handle this one, Stevie…”
In a sudden movement, you were lifted from Bucky and dropped onto the couch flat on your back; Steve took hold of your legs, spreading you and sinking to his knees on the ground. “You’re so perfect…” He muttered towards your cunt, licking his lips. “I don’t like to punish you, baby…” He licked a stripe up your slit making you shudder. “But if you insist on acting like a brat, then I’m going to treat you like a brat.”
Before you could brace yourself, Steve suckled your clit between his lips, making you arch and yelp in surprise. Bucky made himself busy collecting your hands and holding them firmly in your own so that you were unable to push him away. The way the blonde sucked and slurped at your cunt made you tremble on the couch. “St-Steve… Mmn! Please… Please…” The words tumbled from your mouth with little knowledge of precisely what you were calling for.
“Be a good girl…” Bucky commanded lowly as he kissed your forehead a few times. “Look down at your Daddy and appreciate that beautiful sight…” You couldn’t. You couldn’t look down at Steve because you knew it would be too much for you. Instead, you tilted your head back into the comfort of the couch and panted towards the ceiling, squeaking and squealing as three thick fingers shunted into your cunt, wasting no time in finding your special spot and massaging it with a crook of his fingers.
“St-Stevie!” You whined, attempting to close your thighs around him, but his broad shoulders made that impossible for you. “You gettin’ close? If you wanna cum, go ahead…” Steve huffed in a disgruntled way from where he lapped and abused your clit. “It just means we get to punish you more for it.” Your back arched as that familiar and intoxicating heat began to build in your lower back, wanting to spread so desperately.
Just as your walls began to tighten around Steve’s long fingers, he yanked them out and made you whine in disbelief, panting with your mouth hung up and eyes squeezed shut. “Three more…” Steve smirked as he pressed a couple kisses to your clit. “You’re doing beautifully.” Bucky complimented, but you could hear that smug smirk that he had pressed to his lips.
You wanted to win. You needed to win. You wanted to fuck them until they couldn’t cum anymore until you were full of their cum and they were exhausted. You just needed to focus, take whatever Steve was going to throw at you. Being edged three more times was no joke. There were so many times that you just wanted to let go and enjoy your orgasms, but Steve knew your body too well. Each time you climbed, he abruptly stopped all his actions.
By the time Steve had reached the fourth time of edging your poor cunt you were utterly exhausted, melted into the couch, huffing and puffing as your muscles twitched and spasmed in an unruly way. Steve drifted his hands up and down your trembling thighs whilst Bucky rubbed his hand over your lower tummy. “I gotta say… you did good, baby.” The blonde muttered, leaning down to peck your engorged clit, causing you to whine and shift your hips.
“Give her a moment…” Bucky hummed, running his hands through Steve’s dark blonde tresses whilst gazing down at your face, lips popped open, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth with your brow furrowed. “I’ll never get enough of looking at you when you’re all fucked out.” He hummed lovingly. “You were close, weren’t you? You wanted to cum around Stevie’s long fingers, huh?” He tickled your lower tummy, making you squirm and shake your head. “Did you see the mess you made? Look at Stevie’s chin…” Steve’s head appeared beside Bucky, his chin slick with your juices and eyes only a thin slither of blue as his pupils had dilated.
Bucky hummed softly as he brushed his thumb against the swell of your cheek, smiling to himself before stating. “C’mon, doll…” Carefully he rose you back upright and manoeuvred you to be sat back on his lap, sinking his cock into your walls whilst feeling you shudder as he sank every fat inch inside until he reached the hilt. “Does that feel good? Being stretched out by my big cock?” He massaged your hips lovingly.
“Yes, B-Bucky~” You whined breathlessly, gnawing on your lower lip before your gaze slinked over to Steve, who was perched back on the couch now, smiling to himself as he was proud of the fucked mess he had made of your precious form. “Your turn, Stevie…” You whimpered, attempted to get back on his good side and seeing that little smirk as he leaned in and grabbed hold of the die. “Thanks for the reminder, sweetness.”
The blonde was rubbing the die between his hands, looking with scorn at the game board before allowing it to spring from his open palms. The die rolled haphazardly across the board before skidding to a stop on 3. He slid his game piece across before growling as once again, his game piece sat at the head of a snake on space 89. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The anger in his voice made you jolt but caused Bucky to smile into the back of your throat.
Neither of you made a noise as Steve moved his game piece down the board until it finally slithered to an end on space 68. By some miracle, you were firmly in the lead now, with Steve in second and Bucky very close behind in third. Unfortunate. Bucky hummed, causing Steve to look in his direction with danger in his blue orbs. “I’m just saying, pal.”
“Well don’t.” Steve muttered in response before seizing the die one more time and throwing it hastily. It toppled to a stop on 2. A look of confusion pressed to your face; you couldn’t recall having this punishment for either Steve or Bucky yet. Carefully, you leaned forward to take hold of the crumpled sheet of rules and eyed it carefully before having to stifle a smile of joy. “I guess that no rewards thing is over, huh?” Bucky mentioned and you beamed a smile as you read the punishment over and over: no punishments for two turns!
The game had come full circle to be your turn again. About to reach forward to take the die when Bucky’s hand soothed up your arm. “I hate reminding you, but the girls have to go away.” He commented, as part of the rules, it had been at least two turns since either Steve or Bucky had got their reward of viewing your breasts. It took some effort to tug your bikini top back on, but Bucky was gracious enough to help you tie the strings expertly to hold the material in place.
Once that had been dealt with, you secured the die into your palm, closing your fingers around the piece of plastic and then allowing it to slip from your hand. It rolled around the table before coming to a stop on 5. It was hard to hide that smile as you slid your game piece along and came to a halt on space 82, which had the rung of a ladder just creeping into the corner of it.
“Hasn’t your luck turned around…” Bucky muttered coldly into your shoulder, watching as you reached forward to grab the die enthusiastically. You jostled it in your hands a few times before allowing it to leap from your palms and roll onto the table before you. The result was 2.
You had such few rewards this game indeed showed as you were confused about which reward you were even going to receive. However, when the long fingers of Bucky massaged your scalp, you were reminded exactly what the reward was. Those fingers flexed and tightened before yanking your head back into his shoulder and grinning against the side of your hair, causing a moan to slip from your lips at the feeling.
“That’s right~” The brunette hummed lowly, relaxing his fingers before flexing them one final time and yanking your hair again. “That’s a good girl~” He complimented before allowing the grip of your tresses to be released; your head fell forward again with a couple tiny squeaks pulling from your throat as you forced yourself to relax your tense form.
A moment passed before Bucky held out his hand for the die; Steve was kind enough to grab it and drop it into his palm, accidentally it rolled from his hand and fell onto the table, stopping on 2. “I’ll take it…” Bucky shrugged in indifference to the quality of the roll, then moving his game piece to those two places and ending up on space 58. A space where the top of a ladder stopped. “Thanks, Stevie~” He winked playfully and the blonde glared.
Picking up the die this time, Bucky shook it in his hand before watching it slip through his fingers, toppling across the tabletop and then coming to a halt on 6. A chortle fell from Bucky’s lips. “Honey, we’d might as well just throw this thing in the ocean…” Those rough hands tugged at your bikini top until you were exposed to them again. His hands wound around your form and then cupped your breasts from behind. “This is a much better look for you…”
“Need I remind you to look…” Then snapping his hands away from where they were skilfully covering your breasts. “Don’t touch.” You skimmed your hands over your breasts, ghosting nimble fingers over your nipples and responding. “Only I can do that~” You teased, biting your tongue between your teeth before Bucky gathered your hands up to cease your movements and he growled, don’t be a tease.
Just beside you, Steve had been admiring the entire situation, adoring how both of you played with your breasts in such different ways. Bucky was heavy-handed, almost covering you entirely in his large palms, fingers clutching to your skin whilst your own touch was much more delicate, fingers drifting across your soft skin, adorning yourself with these feather-light touches, always so kind to yourself.
Steve smirked and plucked the idle die up into his hand, throwing and watching it topple around. His efforts received him a result of 4 and he shifted his game piece across the board until reaching space 72, which was devoid of any snakes or ladders – a quiet round for the blonde who was pleased as after a round of bad luck, it felt nice just to advance the board.
It was your turn again. It was amazing how quickly your luck had turned around, going from the last place to first in just a few turns. It was a remarkable turn of fate, one that left Steve suffering just as you were not that long ago. You leant forward and gathered the die from the table, capturing it in your clammy hand and jostling it a few times before allowing it to spring free and topple over the table. The result was 5.
You carefully moved your game piece those several places before a massive grin spread across your face as you had halted at space 87, which was the base of a ladder. You travelled higher up the board to the top ten spaces, finishing on space 93. “Again?!” Steve hollered with frustration evident on his sculpted face. “I can’t believe how fuckin’ lucky you are.” He muttered coldly, forcing you to have to hide the smirk that wanted to break across your lips.
“Here, doll.” It appeared that Bucky enjoyed seeing this sinfully competitive side of Steve that was seeping from his pores. He plucked the die up and placed it into your hand and added. “You never have been a good loser, Stevie.” “The fuckin’ game ain’t over yet, pal.” The response came back too swiftly for the blonde to hide the venomous edge from his voice.
After their little moment, you allowed the die to fall from your hand, earning you a result of 5. The lack of rewards you had received lead you to have to look at the crumpled rules sheet to find out your reward. Over your shoulder, Bucky saw this too and smirked to himself before drifting his hands up your sides. “I can’t wait until I’m allowed to fuck you, doll. Just lay you down on this couch and rail you…” You gasped softly at his comment. “I’m gonna fuck this precious little pussy full… I wanna hear the way you sing for me… I wanna feel you cum…”
Those sinful lips ghosted against your throat, making you shudder. “Don’t you want that too, doll?” He growled. “You wanna cum, right? You just wanna gush all over my cock, don’t you…” It was a statement and still, you nodded your head eagerly at his words. “I know you do…” He laughed then before sinking his teeth into your throat, making you yelp at the action. “I can’t wait to watch you make a mess all over our cocks. I wasn’t kidding when I said you look beautiful when you’re all fucked out… drunk on our cocks, thinking about nothing but us fucking you.”
A smirk stayed firmly on Steve’s lips as he leant forward, pinching your chin to pull you closer. “You love that too, don’t you?” You nodded gently. “You’re a little slut for our cocks, aren’t you? You always want more, always begging for more…” He smiled as your eyes appeared to glaze with lust. “Can’t wait to fuck you, baby.” Leaning forward, he smashed a kiss to your lips, making you hiccup in surprise before he tugged himself back and flopped onto the couch.
“How was that?” Bucky hummed into your throat, earning an obscene moan from you in response before chortling himself and leaning you both forward to grab the die from the table. “That good, huh?” He teased before shaking the cube of plastic in his hand and then watching it spring forward onto the table, falling over until finally halting on 6. His game piece slid across the board, then stopping on space 64, which had a ladder just peeking into the corner.
“Why is it when I lose all my luck you both seem to gain it?” Steve asked and Bucky only seemed to shrug in response before gathering up the die and rolling it one final time to find out which reward he would receive. You prayed for no more edging. You wondered how much longer you’d be able to take that kind of punishment without the dam breaking. “As much as I love having these girls out, I was kinda hoping for something different…” It was then that you realised that Bucky had been rewarded 6 meaning your breasts would be exposed for another couple of turns.
A soft sigh of relief slipped from your lips before taking his hands and slowly trailing them up your form, over your ribs and then climbing your breasts. “You sure you don’t like this reward?” You squeaked as he squeezed his hands, cupping your breasts before pulling back and playfully slapping your nipple, causing you to jolt as the bud swell in response to the strike. “I never said I didn’t like it~”
A noise of effort came from Steve as he rose and grabbed the die. He rolled and a soft groan of dismay came from the blonde as he rolled a 3. He slipped his game piece down the board and landed on space 75. It was empty of any rewards or punishments. Another very quiet round for Steve. He had to remind himself that he was making slow progression over the game board and silently hoped all this good luck would change for both you and Bucky.
Description: Day five and Kinktober is still being posted a little late, but here it is for your reading pleasure! The request was for Pietro with ABO.
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Smut, use of nicknames (Love), swearing, F/M, dirty talk, breeding kink, ABO, knotting, no protection used, under 18s dni
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The moment that Pietro returned from his mission a familiar scent filled his nose, tilting his head and his eyes scanned through the entire apartment. “Love?” He called out, forcing himself to walk at the pace you enforced inside the house, too many vases and picture frames had been broken from Pietro speeding through the home you shared.
He entered the bedroom to find you sprawled across the sheets, writhing and wriggling before looking at him with an immeasurable amount of lust and desire swirling in your eyes. Pietro stopped in the doorway, holding onto the wood to keep himself balanced as a wall of your scent wafted directly into him.
From just standing there Pietro understood what had happened, whilst he was away on his missions your heat had hit leaving you alone to try and qualm that desire for him and his knot burned deeply, but not your fingers and no toy would ever compare to something as perfect as your mates’ thick knot filling you up and fucking you full of his cum.
Even at just your scent alone Pietro was already rock hard, approaching you and grabbing your ankles to pull you down the bed. “Alpha, please…” Your voice was nothing more than a lusty whimper, arching your back from the bed and spreading your legs wide to reveal your sopping entrance, your juices seeping from your hole, staining the sheets beneath lewdly. “What is it you want, Omega… use your words.” He pressed with a devilish grin playing on his lips.
“I want your cock. I want your knot.” The words came out desperately and before you could even comprehend Pietro had his shorts pushed down to his ankles and thick cock exposed, bobbing between your legs. “You want my cock?” He brushed the tip against your wet whole, applying just enough pressure to that the head popped inside causing you to yelp in exasperation at his treatment of your poor cunt, wanting to feel him filling you entirely but instead Pietro just taunted to you. “Please… please… please, fill me… fuck me…” Your voice was strained and breathless, gripping at those sheets beneath you.
Pietro grinned. “That is exactly what I want to hear.” At the end of his sentence, Pietro sank deep into your walls, his cock spreading you wide and making you mewl as your arch your back from the bed to press your chest up against his own. “That feels better, doesn’t it, love? Tell your Alpha how much you love his cock…” He pressed beginning to slowly thrust into your sweet cunt.
For a moment you were completely lost in the pleasure, his cock was hitting those parts that only he could seem to find, after two days of trying to seek them out yourself it left you practically speechless when Pietro was suddenly stroking them with expertise. “Speak to me, Omega. Tell me.” He commanded again in a low growl as those thrusts slowed to try and coax some words from you.
A sharp growl pulled from your lips, challenging your Alpha before whining and tilting your head back. “Nothing else compares to your cock.” You cried out, eyes squeezed shut and head tilted back into the mattress. “Feels so good, Alpha. So fat. So long. So perfect.” You praised him causing a rumbling sound to emit through his chest. There was nothing that an Alpha enjoyed more than listening to them going dumb around their knots.
With that Pietro increased the speed of his thrusts, hooking his arms under your knees and beginning to slam into your cunt. You whined at the new ferocity. “Yes, yes, yes!” You cried, mouth falling open as a spill of obscenities pulled from your throat. Pietro kept his eyes firmly locked on your features, smiling to himself at how beautiful you looked falling apart on his cock, huffing and puffing at the exertion but knowing it was all worth it as he watched that pleasure that was etched across your features.
It was a pleasure to watch the way that you were falling apart, it only drove Pietro to want to please you more and more. His hips drove harder, quicker, he worried for a moment he might break you, but soon remembered that you were made to take him, it was your destiny to be his mate and he was going to give you exactly what you wanted because you were his perfect Omega and your spasming cunt belonged to him.
“Knot… knot… I need your knot, please… please…” You cried out, arching your back from the bed, walls tightening around his cock as the swell of his knot caught within your walls, making thrusting a lot harder so instead he just ground inside of you, each part of his cock was stroking and itching your walls in a way that made you curl your toes and sink your nails into any part of his skin that you could reach.
Pietro growled as he felt your walls beginning to spasm and clench around his beautiful cock. Your orgasm washed over every inch of you, the noises spilling from your lips were like music to his ears. This was what he lived for, making you so out of your mind with pleasure you lost all control and just handed it over to him. “That’s it… That’s it, love…” He praised softly, burying his face into your throat and feeling himself drawing closer and closer to the edge in the swells of your pulsing walls.
“Cum… cum, Alpha.” You prayed, cupping his face and drawing him down in a deep kiss. “Please, please… fill me up… fill me…” You prayed and Pietro couldn’t hold back for a moment longer before growling loudly, shunting as deep inside of your cunt and crying out as he began to paint walls with thick ropes of his cum. “Yes, yes… yes, Alpha… gimme everything…” You whimpered, pecking his lips over and over, he furrowed a brow and growled as he continued to fill you deeply.
The two of you lay there, breathing deeply, trying to recover as you both stayed firmly connected from Pietro’s knot that swell and locked you both in place. “Come here…” He whispered, rolling you both with care so that you were resting on top of him, his hands running up and down your back as you both began to come back to your right minds. “Next time your heat starts and I’m not here, call me and I’ll run home.”
Description: Day four and Kinktober is being posted a little later today, but at least it's posted right?! The request was for Tony in a Mafia AU and breeding kink.
Word Count: 1K
Warnings: Smut, use of nicknames (Cum Slut), swearing, F/M, dirty talk, filthy language rough play, breeding kink, no protection used, slight oral (f receiving), quickie, slight hair pulling, Mafia AU, under 18s dni
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“You think you’re real funny, huh?” There was fury that was evident in Tony’s voice as he dragged you into his home office. Throwing you towards his desk and watching as you stumbled before slamming the door closed behind him. “You think that flirting with Rogers at the bar I know is a good idea?” He rose those thick brows in your direction and all you could manage was stifling a smirk before replying. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
That was a mistake. Tony was seething with anger now. He stalked across the room and took hold of your form, gripping his hand onto the back of your neck and pulling you forward into a fierce kiss, wasting no time in sinking his tongue between your lips, dominating you from the moment the kiss began. “You know, I have a lot more pressing things to do than fuck you into submission, right?” His voice was deathly low as Tony tugged away and allow you a gasp of air.
Without a moment of hesitation, Tony spun you around and bent you over his desk, shoving your dress up and over your hips and humming as he pressed himself behind you, rubbing his clothed pants against your pantie-clad crotch. “You’re gonna wish you never looked twice at Rogers.” He commented, tugging himself away from where his erection was pressing into your panties and huffing as he pulled the lacy material down your thighs.
A soft yelp erupted from your lips as Tony squatted down behind you, pulling open your cheeks and lapping his tongue against your entrance, growling at the taste of your arousal on his lips and huffing as he stood upright again, slapping your clit a few times making you yelp at the sting. Even without being able to see him, you could hear the clinking of his belt, the pull of his zipper and then finally feeling the press of his swollen cock head against your sopping entrance.
“You’ve left me no choice.” Tony’s voice was thick. “I’m gonna fill you up and watch you get all round with my kid, then everyone is gonna damn well know who you belong to…” A gasp finds your throat as Tony shunts his length inside of you. He fucks you with short quick thrusts, knotting his hand into your hair and yanking your head back for leverage as he fucks you with ferocity. “Tell me who you fuckin’ belong to…”
Your mind was a mess from the pleasure that was coursing through your form. There was this dark enjoyment that you got from Tony treating you so rough. That was half the reason why you were flirting with Steve. “Tell me…” He yanked hard on your hair and you yelped before responding. “You… I belong to you, Tony!” With each thrust, your voice bounced and shook from the sheer power alone.
“That’s fucking right…” Tony’s voice was nothing more than a sinful growl. From behind you could hear him huffing and puffing heavily, without even needing to look at him you’d know his hair would have fallen in front of his eyes, cheeks pink from exertion, lower lip pulled between his teeth as his eyes focused on where his cock was sliding into your sopping entrance over and over. “God, so fuckin’ beautiful… I can’t wait to see myself drippin’ out of this slutty little pussy.” With each statement the thrusts grew shallower, rolling over that wonderful little spot inside.
A sharp couple of gasps pulled from your lips, slamming your hands against the table as you bucked your hips back against his thrusts, fighting for more friction. “Show some fuckin’ respect…” His ringed fingers slapped your fleshy rear causing you to call out from the rush of heat against your bottom. “That table is mahogany.” He informed you, if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life right now, you’d probably have laughed. “I’m gonna check after I’m done filling you up and if there is even one tiny scratch…” The threat loomed unended.
The deeper Tony fucked you the closer and closer you got to your end. Mouth falling open and head leaning down against that precious desk, drool seeping from the corner of your mouth. “Dumb little cum slut. You love this, don’t you?” His words were filthy and direction into your ear as he leaned over your frame to fuck himself as deep as possible, unable to see through the pleasure can you manage nodding in response to his words. You did love this. You loved him being rough, his filthy words. “Cum now. Don’t hold back. Never hold back. Come on…” Tony’s words were laced with a commanding tone; you didn’t know what was going to happen if you didn’t follow his orders.
Your body was well trained, the moment that Tony utters those commanding words your entire body locked up, white-hot pleasure coursing through your entire frame, making you shudder and tremble on top of that desk. Watching you toppling over the edge in such a visceral way mixed with the feeling of your cunt milking his cock with little mercy was what finally sent Tony rushing over the edge too.
A loud hiss came from him, holding your hips tight in hand and pressing himself as deep as possible as he shot thick ropes of cum into your pulsing walls. “That’s it. That’s it. Stay still. Don’t move now…” He commanded roughly, squeezing his eyes fully closed and breathing deeply through his nose as he made sure to sink every rope of his cum as deep into your walls as he could manage. “You feel that…” He circled his hips slowly causing you to moan and mewl against the wood of his desk. “That’s my filling you up to the brim, sweetheart…” He huffed out lowly and chuckled as he took hold of your hips, lifting you and moving you around the desk for you to be seated on his lap in his office chair. The whole time neither of you were disconnected.
“You sit here with me for a little while, sweetheart. I wasn’t kidding about getting you all round with my kid.” Tony smiles into your throat and you giggle as he leans back into his comforting touch. “No one is gonna ever look at you twice again.”
