Heart-Shaped Box 💟 5
Warnings: noncon/dubcon sex, obsession, possessive, breeding, sex pollen, spanking, fingering, oral.
This is dark!Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.
Summary: You accept a job as an au pair, but not all is as it seems.
Note: I may have lied about it being a miniseries but here we go. Love you all. <3
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The night stretched on before you. You were trapped between painful wakefulness and a torturous daze. You would writhe on the bed, try to get some friction between your legs until eventually you were out of breath. You would be still for a time and slip into a shallow sleep only to awake with a start. A prick in your core; a vicious pinch; the desperate need for release. But you were as trapped in your own body as you were in this basement.
You were mumbling deliriously to yourself as the door opened. You didn’t bother looking at James as he entered and flicked the lights on. It would take too much strength to turn over. You moaned and buried your face in the blanket. His footsteps hammered in your head as they neared. Your nerves at a pinpoint so that every noise, the brush of fabric against your skin, the glow of the lights, was amplified.
The mattress shifted and your ankle was jostled as the cuff fell loose. A clink as he shut it and dropped it behind the headboard. His hand glided up the length of your leg and you twitched. He leaned over you as he held your hip, his chest just against your back. You shook your head and squeezed your eyes shut.
“Sleep well?” He asked and you whimpered. He chuckled and his hand slipped further. He cupped your tit as he pushed himself to you. “I can help you but only if you help me.”
You tried to shrug him away and his rough palm tickled your nipple. You bit your tongue and nodded. “W-what? What do you want?”
“Well,” He slowly walked his fingers along your shoulder. He picked at the zip tie cloyingly. “I need you to call your mother… She’s worried.”
“My mom?” You blinked. “What?”
“You gave her quite a scare yesterday,” He said. “I assured her you were fine; that you were sleeping it off but I promised you’d give her a call when you were awake.”
“You… spoke to my mom?” You rolled onto your hands and stared up at him.
“She was calling you all night. I couldn’t just let her worry.” He smirked. “So I answered and I assured her you were just having a hard time adjusting.”
“What the--”
You squeaked as he shoved his hand between your legs. He pressed his middle fingers against your pussy and you winced. “Do you wanna cum? Or should I leave you like this?”
“I… I need to--”
“So get up,” He ripped his hand away, “And we’ll call your mom. Then you can cum.”
“I--I--” You gasped and whined helplessly. “Fine. I’ll...call her.”
“Good,” He smiled and pulled you up in a single motion.
He led you to the table on your weak legs and sat you across from him. He pulled out your phone and unlocked it as you watched. He paused before he hit your mother’s number.
“Look, you gotta think about this. If you think of pulling anything, well, there’s only one way to keep your mother in line and it won’t be pretty. So why don’t you do her a favour and play along?” He growled. “I like her, she’s a nice woman, but I gotta worry about us. About my family first.”
You blanched. Your lips trembled as you gulped down your fear. You nodded and licked your dry lips. “Y-yes, sir.”
He gave you a long look before he pressed his finger to the phone. He flipped the speaker on and turned the phone towards you. The line rang and you waited. Your mother picked up on the other end; her voice shrill as she greeted you by name.
“Hey, mom,” You tried to sound more happy than terrified. James’ metal fingers were just above the cell. “I’m sorry I couldn’t call you earlier but… I was just sleeping.”
“Oh, sweety, I was so worried. You sounded so--”
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” You assured her before she could start to spiral. “I was just having a panic attack and… you know how I get.”
“You know you’re supposed to take your meds when you get like that to calm you down.” She said.
“I know, I know,” You assured her. “I did… that’s why I was sleeping.” James nodded as his lips curved in approval. “I feel better today.”
“Just, don’t stress yourself, sweety,” Your mother intoned. “If you need, I’m sure James will let you take a break for a while. He’s such a nice man.”
“Uh, yeah,” You fidgeted in your chair. “Yeah, I’ll ask for sure.”
“You sure you’re okay?” She asked and a silence floated between you.
“Yeah, yeah, no I gotta start working on breakfast,” You lied. “I just wanted to let you know that I was fine… Love you, mom.”
“Love you, too,” She sang, “And don’t you forget about me, alright?”
“Never, mom,” You promised as you glanced up at James. “Bye.”
He waited for your mom to echo you before he killed the line. He pulled the phone away and tucked it in his pocket. He tilted his head at you as he grinned. You rubbed your legs together without thinking and groaned. He stood and rounded the table to you. He lifted you to your feet easily.
“You really earned it,” He turned you as he nudged you back towards the bed. “Very convincing.”
Your knees hit the mattress and he pushed you down until your ass was in the air and your face against the blanket. He dragged his hands across your sore ass and you flinched. He kneaded it and you let out a pathetic whine. You shook as you feared he would spank you again.
His metal fingers crept down and tickled along your folds. You leaned against him eagerly and he dipped between your lips as he flicked over your clit. You gasped and wiggled your ass without thinking. You were still slick with the arousal that never quite relented. He played with you and circled your entrance, his other hand stretched across your ass.
He pushed his fingers inside and you keened. He pressed his thumb to your clit and squeeze as he moved in and out of you. The pressure built quickly between his fingertips. You hissed as you turned your face away from him and your thighs quivered around his hand. He sped up with each tilt of his hand and your breath hitched.
You mewled loudly as you quickly approached your climax. His nails dug into the sensitive skin along your ass. Your pussy squelched around his fingers as he coaxed your body easily. You cried out against the bed as you came, your entire body shook as the sheer pleasure washed over you. You were lost in a delirium as your head spun and your flesh tingled with delicious heat.
He pulled his fingers from you and your legs slipped out from under you as you slumped over the mattress. He chuckled and wiped his wet fingers on your thigh. He slowly walked around the side of the bed and grabbed your chin. He turned you to face him. Your lashes fluttered as you panted.
“If you want more, you have to behave,” He said. “I need you to do something else for me.”
“Yes, sir,” You croaked. “Yes…”
“Alright,” He ran his thumb over your cheekbone. “I’m going to untie you and you’re going to go get washed up. I’ll bring you something nice to wear too.”
“Yes, sir,” You repeated as you leaned into his hand. His touch burned your flesh. It was irresistible.
“Good girl,” He grinned. “And when you’re all ready, we can eat.” He drew his hand away and stood. You could see his own desire through his pants though he barely seemed bothered. “We have a guest for breakfast so don’t forget your manners.”
“Wha--” You struggled to sit up but he caught you and held you down. He grabbed the zip tie as you squirmed.
“After,” He assured you as he snapped the plastic. “You have to be good first.”
💟
You showered first and the hot water stung your skin. James waited just outside the open door; you knew because when you dared to touch yourself, he barked at you to stop. Ashamed, you washed yourself and stepped out from the intoxicating steam. He handed you a towel and bid you to wait for him as he left.
He wasn’t gone long. He returned with a blush coloured dress. It wasn’t yours; presumably a new purchase. You pulled it on quickly; no undergarments to accompany it. You felt naked as the light fabric did little to conceal your hardened nipples and barely fell past mid-thigh. He gave you a pair of pink heels to go with it.
“Alright, finish up,” He waved you on with his hand. “He’ll be here soon.”
You lifted a brow curiously but his glare brooked no argument. You finished readying yourself and returned to him as he paced around the door. You watched him nervously.
“Are we going somewhere?” You asked.
“Just upstairs.” He stopped and shoved his hand into his pocket. “One last thing.”
He revealed a thin golden necklace. He reached out and secured it around your neck lithely. It rested just above your collarbone; small enough that you couldn’t fit it past your chin. He traced the edge of it with his fingers and tugged on it sharply. A jolt when through you and you yelped.
“Tamper with it or try to run,” He said as he yanked on it again as another zap shocked you. “We’ll see how far you get this time.”
You shoved his hand away and whimpered. You touched your neck gently as your entire body buzzed. “Yes, sir.” You replied. “I won’t--”
“I know you won’t,” He narrowed his eyes. “Now, my guest wants pancakes.”
He turned to the door and opened it. He waved you through first and followed behind you. He directed you down the hall and you glanced longingly at the door as you passed it. He touched the necklace in warning and you carried on through the dining room and into the kitchen.
“He’ll be down shortly so you better get to work,” He took the same frilly apron as before and handed it to you. “Chop, chop.”
He went back into the dining room, the door open as he sat and his metal fingers tapped impatiently on the table. You looked around and slowly neared the counter. You pulled out a bowl then opened the cupboards as you collected the ingredients you would need. Then you went to the fridge for eggs and milk. You took a pan out and oiled it. You were distracted from your work by a voice.
You glanced up as James stood and greeted his guest. You barely caught the other man’s profile; his golden hair neatly combed and his long nose romanesque. You recognized him as he sat in the chair at James’ shoulder.
You blinked as you thought. Back at the station, he’d worn a cap and held the door for you in your flight. But you’d seen him somewhere else; the aged picture on James’ bookshelf. And you knew him from somewhere else. His voice reminded you more than his face. He was Captain America; the Steve Rogers.
You frowned as you thought. James… Shorter hair, yes, and he didn’t look so sinister in his suburban costume. You’d seen him too. In museums, in the news; how fucking stupid were you? Well, considering you’d been duped into being an au pair for children who didn’t exist, that question was easily answered.
You distracted yourself with your whisk as you stomach danced. You found it hard to focus on anything really. Your cunt was on fire and the cool air that went up the dress didn’t help. You tried not to think of the super soldiers at the table or the necklace at your throat. You stirred and poured and flipped as you fought your fear.
You went to the drawer and took a knife from the tray. You stared at the blade for a moment and looked through to the dining room. James had turned in his chair and his eye glinted as he saw the knife in your hand. He shook his head and you felt the necklace heavier around your neck. You set it down and went to the fridge to grab the fruit.
You found a tray and loaded up the syrup, whipped cream, orange juice, and plate of chopped fruit atop it. You carried it out to the dining room and set it down. As Steve stood, James remained sitting and scoffed. He introduced you by name and the first avenger held out his hand kindly. You peeked over at James and he nodded. You rounded to your guest and he shook your hand as he drew you close to kiss your cheek.
“So nice to meet you at last,” He said as his hand lingered on yours. “And thank you so much for hosting me.”
“Of course,” You smiled through your lips quivered and you drew your hand away. “I have to… get the rest though.”
He nodded and let you pass before he sat back down. You brought out the stack of pancakes and the plates. You set out the utensils too and offered to serve them. James waved you to your seat and assured you they could take care of themselves. You sat and loaded your plate with food you had no desire for.
You fidgeted in your chair. Your ass was barely covered by your skirt and the seat tickled your sensitive pussy. You leaned on the table as you tried to take the pressure off and James shot you a warning look. You sat back and crossed your legs. Worse.
Steve was smiling at you. He swallowed and wiped his mouth as he turned to James.
“You gave her the boosters, didn’t you?” He asked.
“Mmm,” He hummed confirmation. “I think they’re a bit strong for her.”
You looked between them in shock. He knew. He knew and he wasn’t going to rescue you. Well, why would he? He’d put his neck on the line to save this man. He’d risked his own life, his own career, to absolve the former Winter Soldier. You gulped down a mouthful of orange juice and looked down at your plate. Embarrassed.
“And the enhancers?” Steve wondered.
“Yep. More than a week now. She finally stopped bleeding a few days ago.” He said so it so blatantly you cringed.
“Ah. And you’ve…”
“Yeah, but, well, you saw, she ran so we’ve been a bit delayed,” He grumbled.
“They’re strong. Give it another week then switch her to the supplements.” Steve said coolly. “You can start testing a couple days before her cycle ends.”
“What the fuck?” You blurted out. They both looked to you; James visibly agitated and Steve openly amused. “You two are fucking nuts.”
“Manners,” James warned.
“Manners,” You mimicked.
“One more word and you’re back in the basement,” He warned.
Steve chuckled. “I like her,” He mused. “She’ll get along with my girl.”
“Yeah?” James rolled his eyes. “We’ll see.”
“Well, you know I came here because I’m looking to move before the baby shows up. She’s got a little time left at the lab but I don’t want the kid growing up in the city. Not these days.” Steve rubbed his chin as he spoke.
The throbbing became more urgent and you bit down on your knuckle as you could barely hear his words. You leaned on the arm of your chair and shook your leg impatiently. You couldn’t sit here much longer. Once more your eyes met Steves; he grinned again.
“God’s sake, man, she’s gonna go crazy,” Steve snickered. “Couple more minutes and she’ll jump me.”
“She can wait.” James insisted.
“Well, I can’t sit here and watch her like this,” Steve countered. “I mean, I won’t turn her away if she does leap across the table.”
“I’m not--” You gasped and grasped the arms of the chair as a sudden shiver went through you.
“When did you give her it?”
“Last night.” James answered dully.
“And? Did you fuck her at least?”
“Fingered her.” James ran his fingers through his hair. “She had to be punished.”
“I’d say she’s suffering enough,” Steve chided. “Now go on. Take her. I can keep myself busy.” He grabbed his fork. “Besides more for me.”
💟
Your entire being was consumed by flames. Shame, hunger, fear. James dragged you by your arm down the hall as Steve’s fork clinked against his plate. He shoved you back down the stairs as the noise of your guest faded away. The doors opened and closed as he pushed you through them and he locked them with a touch of his thumb.
He shoved you away from him as he cracked his knuckles. “I told you to behave,” He snarled.
“What the fuck is wrong with you two? You’re deranged.” You backed away. “Talking about it like it’s all so… so normal.”
“Maybe I should just leave you down here again, hmm? You got another dose coming and I am certain I’ll hold out longer than you.” He retorted.
You blanched. You stared at him and clutched your hands before you. “Don’t,” Your core stirred as you recalled the endless night, “Don’t, please. It hurts so bad.”
He laughed. “You see, it’s what you want,” He neared and grabbed your throat. “The pills, they just enhance what’s already there. What you can’t admit on your own.”
“Just… just…” You touched his wrist. “I need it.”
“You want it,” He corrected you as he marched you backwards. “Don’t you?” You shook your hand as you clung to him. You trembled as he pushed you against the table. “Say it. You want it.”
“I…” You breathed. “I want it, okay?”
“Mmhmm,” He leaned in and his hot breath clouded around you. “Tell me what you want.”
“I--I--” You sputtered and you clawed at his shirt without thinking.
“You want me to bend you over this table?” He asked. “Tell me.”
“I...want you to bend me over this table,” You whispered. “Please, sir.”
“And what else?” He urged as his thumb rubbed along your jaw.
“I want you to fuck me,” You blurted out desperately and your hands fell lower as you pulled his hem from under his belt. “Please, please, please.”
You were overwhelmed by the pulsing between your legs. With him so close, there was not an ounce of strength left to you. Your eyes threatened to roll back as you grabbed at him hungrily.
“Oh,” He purred. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” You pressed your hand against his bulge. “Please...I can’t.”
He smirked and turned you suddenly. He pushed you down so your chest was against the table. He brushed your skirt up over your ass and smacked it. You cried out and he squeezed it. He rubbed the front of his pants against you and slowly pulled back.
“You’re making a fucking mess,” He growled. “Look at you.”
You murmured and grinded against him. He pinched you sharply.
“Uh uh,” He backed away. “It’s not that easy.” He pulled you from the table and turned you to him. “On your knees.”
You fell easily to the floor. You looked up at him eagerly as your thighs brushed together and made you hum. He unbuckled his belt, the front of his pants wet with your arousal. He shoved his pants down and pulled himself out. He stroked his hard length as his metal fingers stretched across the back of your head.
He forced you close and pressed the head of his cock to your lips. You opened up without thinking and the heat coursed through you. He pushed himself to the back of your throat and you clung to him to keep steady. You couldn’t breathe as he went deeper and you gagged around him. He slid you back and slammed himself inside again.
Your eyes watered as he fucked your face swiftly. His own patience was gone. You whimpered around him as the slobber dripped down your chin. He grasped your head with both hands as he crashed into your mouth over and over. Your vision turned hazy and silver spots floated in your eyes.
He pulled out suddenly and released you. You fell back onto the floor as you struggled to catch your breath. You shuddered as you wiped the spit from your mouth. He nudged you with his toe.
“Stand up,” He ordered.
You shakily rose and he dragged you by the arm back to the table. He turned you against the wood and your hips hit it painfully. He bent you over and kicked your feet apart. You whined as he impaled himself in a single motion. His pelvis slapped into you loudly as he resumed his former pace. You squealed as he sent ripples up your back.
“Now, I can’t waste it on your mouth, can I?” He grabbed your hips as he rutted into you. “Can I?”
“N-no,” You gasped as you smacked the table top.
“No, I can’t,” He affirmed. “So where do I cum?”
“Inside me,” You gulped out. “Inside!”
He thrust harder until your legs were quaking. He snaked his arm around you as he bent over and rubbed your clit roughly. You hissed and pushed back against him. More, more, more.
“Tell me you--” He grunted between breaths. “Tell me you want my baby. You want my baby inside you.”
Your eyes widened and the small voice inside of you protested but your body was louder. The sounds of his flesh and yours were deafening. You curled your fingers into your hair as your climax mounted.
“Yes, yes, y-yes,” You uttered. “I want your...baby. I want your baby--” You gritted your teeth as your orgasm dangled before you. “I want your baby inside me.”
You cried out as you came. He didn’t let up. The table shook as he crashed into you. He grabbed your arms and stood as he pulled them behind you. He hooked his hands under your elbows and arched your back as he lifted you from the table. He jerked into you and his long groans swirled around you.
“Fuck,” He swore as he filled you up.
He slowed and sank to his limit. He let go of you and you fell against the table. You bent your arms under your head as you tried to catch your breath. He rolled his hips and you winced. He eased out of you and a chill went through you. You felt terribly empty. He brought his fingers up and pushed his cum back inside you as it seeped out. He gave a long ‘mmm’ and dragged his wet fingertips along your folds.
“Get on the chair,” He ordered.
You stood shakily and felt your way around to the chair. You climbed up on your knees as he came around in front of you. He held another zip tie and hooked it around the top bar of the chair. He tightened it around your wrists before you could pull away.
“Oh, don’t worry,” He stepped behind you once more. “We’re not done yet.”
