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HII!! could you do a perv!teacher!wanda for when the reader started talking to someone but being the oblivious person they are not know that the persons flirting with them and wanda gets jealous??

After School Special | Wanda Maximoff x Reader

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2,575

Warnings: Pervy!Teacher!Wanda, Fingering, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Praise, Infidelity, Unspecified Age Gap, Mommy Kink, Possessiveness, Jealousy, Darcy is the best bro ever and no one can tell me otherwise even if she is a slight dumbass | Minors DNI

Summary: In the midst of your exhaustion you fail to see the flirtatious manner in which a classmate speaks to you, but alas Wanda has to prove who your real owner is.

It all started out with a shared gaze which awoke you almost immediately. You’d been closing your eyes all through class. Darcy was to blame for having shown up at your house late on the previous night manipulating your mom with her special charms to let her stay the night. Of course it truly ended up with you two jumping out the window, your friend’s idea of course, and running to the nearby gas station to try newly found energy drinks along with spicy chips. Given that it was a school night, that was perhaps the worst decision you had made to date.

You’d been too sluggish to dare drive that morning, instead dealing with the aftermath of an extensive caffeine high. After dragging a half-asleep Darcy to the bus, you two spent the majority of the drive to campus alternating between sleep and consciousness, snoring as the young freshmen threw balled up paper your way.

When you thought it couldn’t get any worse, you had a full day of classes ahead of you to deal with. You spend most of it wearing matching sunglasses Darcy, of course, had hidden away in her locker. Most of the time you were called on by teachers who pointed out your exhausted nature as you dropped your head against your desk, but you couldn’t care less.

Even when arriving at your favorite class, having gotten through the loud lunch period with the help of your earbuds and a ringing head, you didn’t have it in you to even dare wave at the teacher. Wanda frowned, lips forming into a thin line as she studied both you and, as she referred to her, Ms. Lewis’ appearances. The baggy hoodies and loose sweatpants accented by unmatching shoes clearly gave away the rough night you had faced. That along with not texting her in the mornings and throughout the day as you typically did made her curious to what your state was.

“Listen we just got one more class, walking dead. We got this,” Darcy grumbled as she took her head in front of you, head immediately going to lay between her crossed arms on the desk. As possessive and deeply jealous as Wanda was, it had taken a lot of reassurance to her that Darcy was just a friend. Typically Ms. Lewis got on Wanda’s bad side, but after a rather lengthy and emotional conversation, she was treated as just another typical student.

You couldn’t remember when your relationship with Wanda began. All you knew is that after having assisted her for years during your free periods, spending lunch with her from time to time, you began growing more infatuated with your English teacher. She asked you to stay after class with her once the building had been empty as the final bell of the day rang. She admitted to everything, to her growing attraction for you as well as the rather lewd actions she took before allowing herself to confess her feelings. Admittedly so, hearing how Wanda took pictures of you through the cracks of the bathroom stalls and got off to them made the area between your legs throb with need.

As the class went by, you noticed more looks which Mrs. Maximoff threw your way. You were far too out of it to even notice. Even when the person beside you spoke in your general direction, Kate if you remember correctly, you huffed and turned with your head falling on the hardwood desk.

“Can I help you?” you whispered low enough for Wanda not to hear you. She wanted all her students to pay attention to her lectures, including you even if your relationship was quite special.

“I was just asking if you were going to Yelena’s party on Friday. She said her sister is away and she’s got a whole cabinet of alcohol to share before Nat comes back. It’ll be fun,” Kate shrugged as she twirled a few strands of hair with her finger. “We could go together if you want. I mean, with Darcy and all.”

“I don’t think I’ll live ‘till Friday,” came your reply. Each second that passed you slowly drifted further into sleep. “Darcy can go with you. She’d be happy to.”

“Fuck you,” Darcy huffed from in front of you.

Kate laughed at the interaction, the sound not being missed by Wanda who quickly turned to stare at the back of the room. Her viridescent hawk eyes stared you down. On any normal day you’d squirm in your seat knowing what the look meant, but you were far too groggy to even notice how hard she gazed at you.

“Well, maybe we can hang out sometime. Just the two of us,” Kate, hope dripping from her tone, mentioned. Part of you was too oblivious to notice the obvious advances while the other part was drunk with exhaustion. You shrugged, eyes closing, as Kate merely bit down on her lip waiting for a response. “There’s this really good burger place by my house. We could even walk there if you want. Nothing fancy.”

“I’m really sorry, Bishop, but I’m about two seconds away from dying. Talk to my secretary.” you patted Darcy’s back who, at that point, was completely out cold. “See you in space, cowboy.”

The rest of the class you alternated between nearly passing out and trying to complete your assignment. As hard as you tried to draft an essay, all that came out on your screen were nonsensical jumbled up words. Meanwhile Kate eyed you with concern, but kept her mouth shut for the time being.

When the final bell rang each student rushed out of the room, Kate included. She waved at you shyly, only receiving finger guns in return and a thumbs-up from Darcy. Your best friend was a zombie as she packed up her belongings, waiting for you to clean up before you were the last two to try and leave the room, but of course Wanda wouldn’t let that happen.

“Y/N, please stay back for a few minutes. I think we have something to discuss,” Mrs. Maximoff’s voice rang through the room. She didn’t care if she was late home to see her husband and children, knowing he could care for the two-year-olds for an extra hour for her sake.

“I love you, babe, but I don’t love you this much. I’m dipping, ‘kay? You text me later when you get home or die trying. Love you, Y/N,” Darcy mumbled as she went to give you a hug. She always got affectionate when tired. If it wasn’t for your previous reassurances, Wanda would already have had her head. Nodding her head at her English teacher, Darcy spoke. “Have a good day, sugartits.”

It made you giggle when Darcy attempted to leave the room only to walk right into a wall, groaning before she escaped the grasps of Wanda before pulling the door close. In a matter of seconds, you were left alone with your elusive teacher. Already knowing what was to come, you dropped your bag to the ground and turned to her.

“Sit down.” Wanda’s voice was rough as she pointed towards her desk. Your slow steps made her growl, causing her to grab your arm out of frustration and force you onto the hardwood furniture. “Are you drunk?” She tilted her head. “Or high? Probably both, right?”

“I’m just really tired, Wanda,” you quickly admitted knowing that it was best to get to the point with her. “Darcy came over last night and we got energy drinks. Stayed up all night until we crashed. We haven’t gotten to rest since then.”

“You dumb little thing. How many times has mommy asked you to take care of yourself? Do you want me to punish you? Is that what my baby needs to finally behave?” Wanda asked with raised eyebrows. She leaned in, cupping your face, to allow her lips to softly touch down upon your own. Her thumb caressed your flushed skin, mouth moving lazily along with yours. “Spread your legs open for me, honey. Let mommy inspect your puppy parts.”

You quickly did as you were told. Your exhaustion got to the point where you had to drop your head against Wanda’s shoulder, mumbling a soft ‘yes, Mrs. Maximoff’. The familiar feeling of a hand drifting beneath the waistline of your pants was your favorite.

“Hmm you’re dripping wet, sweetheart. Is this all for me?” Wanda’s feigned innocent voice came out. Tilting her head, her eyes went dark. “Or did that Bishop bitch make you feel like this? I see the way she looks at you. Tell me, puppy, what exactly did she say to you today?”

“Kate?” You were confused, you’d barely even talked to her since first meeting months into your senior year. “She just asked me to go to a party Yelena is throwing this Friday. I’m not going. Mommy says I’m not allowed to,” you whispered as slick fingers went up your slit, parting your folds in the process before pressing against your clit. One of Wanda’s many rules for you was no alcohol. She didn’t want her pretty toy to hurt themselves. “Mommy, please make it better.” You bucked your hips against her hand and moaned. “It feels icky. I’m too sleepy to do it myself. Please, mommy, I’ve been good! I wanna cum.”

“Apparently you haven’t been good enough, have you? Mommy says you bedtime it at 10 and yet here you are telling me you didn’t get a wink of sleep. That’s not what a good puppy does.” Wanda slapped her hand over your pussy hard enough to get you to wail. “Is it?” She pressed her lips against your forehead, her free hand spreading your legs to give her more space as the other one kept its teasing nature. “I think someone deserves a punishment. You should’ve told Ms. Bishop where you’d be this weekend. You and mommy are going to have so much fun as I abuse this pretty pussy I own. I just know she can’t pump your cunt full of cum like I can. You dumb whore.”

Wanda didn’t wait to slide her fingers inside you. She hummed, eyes glinting as you took not one, but two digits swiftly in your pussy. The two of you shared a moan, hers out of sheer need of feeling your tight insides as you loved the way she rammed herself in your cunt. You only wished she were filming as she tended to do, always keeping copies for herself and sending you some which you could enjoy when apart. A lot of times you got off to them with mommy’s permission. It didn’t feel as good as when Wanda did it, but it was something.

“Tell me who owns your cunt, baby,” she grunted as she eased her digits until they were knuckle-deep stretching you out. You cried, face nuzzling against your partner as she fucked you with might. “Use your words, slutty puppy. Do it for mommy.”

“You own my pussy, mommy. You own all of me,” you replied loud enough for the entire vacant school to hear. “All of me.” You were stuck in that mantra with your exhaustion. “Mommy owns me.”

“That’s right, honey.” She spanked your pussy once again, the sudden emptiness her fingers left behind getting you to sob before they were plugged back inside. “You’re so cute when you're a messy baby. Your pussy is all messy too. So tight and for what? Hasn’t mommy’s cock stretched you out enough? Maybe it’s time to try again when you visit me this weekend, Y/N.”

The mere idea of having Wanda use her strap to fuck you once again made you shudder. She always preferred larger toys, those which she could push inside you deep enough so that your insides were all nice and full. There were more adventurous ones from time to time, your favorite being the colorful unicorn horn dildo whose ridges slid up and down your inner walls in a delectable manner.

“You have such a greedy pussy, angel. Just look at how excited it is to take me,” Wanda laughed as she tugged at the waistline of your pants to see her fingers sliding in and out of you. The lewd, sloshing sounds, all wet with juices dripping down your thighs and onto your underwear, made her drool. “It feels good, baby, right? Tell mommy how good it feels. Let me hear how much of a needy whore you are for me.”

“I love it, mommy. You always make my puppy parts feel so good and full. I want another finger, please. I promise I can take it,” you moaned as your hips, with a mind of their own, began grinding down on her hand. “Please mommy.”

“Hmmm, anything for my cum slut.”

Wanda slipped a third finger inside you. For the next few minutes all she did was pump them to your depths, curling them up until the tips of her fingers pressed against your sweet spot. She moaned only the most degrading things against your ear along with sweet praises about how well you were doing taking her all.

“You cum for mommy now, honey. Come on. Let me see how bad you want me,” she breathed out, her free hand gripping your thigh harshly. “Come on, baby, cum!”

It was enough of a reason for you to let out a loud scream, your back arching as your velvety walls hugged Wanda’s fingers which violently fucked you. Even with all the exhaustion in the world taking over you, you’d still do as you were told. Either way, cumming for your mommy always puts a wide smile of pride upon her gorgeous features.

Wanda held you soothingly as you came down from your orgasm. She pressed various kisses upon your teary face, loving how dumb and sleepy you were just for her. “You did so well, puppy. Mommy is very proud of you.” Her fingers pumped in you a few more times before leaving your pussy awfully empty – they dripped all coated with your slick juices, a sight which Wanda hungrily eyed.

“Open up,” she ordered when dragging her wet digits to your mouth. You obliged, lips parting as the fingers were shoved down your throat. “Good baby.” She tried fucking your throat for a bit, just sliding herself back and forth and hearing you gag while sucking her clean. “Now I want you to take off your panties, honey. Give them to mommy.”

It was another piece for her collection which you sloppily tugged off with the help of your mommy. You had seen the drawer of your underwear, lewd polaroids of you, and dirty notes you’d sometimes slip to one another when visiting her house as Vision and the kids were away. Adding a used pair to the shrine she had for you would fill Wanda with happiness.

As you pulled off your pants, your underwear came after. Wanda held it up proudly and brought it to her face, sniffing the wet fabric before her. It was a stench of sex and arousal she wouldn’t easily forget.

“Now get dressed, honey. Mommy will give you a ride home,” she explained as your eyes nearly closed. “We can then discuss what you’ll give me in return for making your hungry pussy feel less icky. Maybe another cute picture for my collection.

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mommysbabygirls-world · 2 years

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When the person your making out with finally unbuttons your pants and slides their hand in and says “fuck you’re so wet”

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mommysbabygirls-world · 2 years

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when you press a finger to their lips, and they give you that look and lightly part them, so you press it in and their tongue meets your fingers? And then you slide another in, and their eyes close and their lips tighten, and you know you’ve got them?

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mommysbabygirls-world · 2 years

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okay but could you write a fic with based on what she’s saying here 😳 maybe if it’s dark wanda too because of the blood and i can really imagine dark!mommy!wanda saying that to you. she would play all nice but then still fuck you senseless and no matter what she says mommy will always come out 🫠🫠🫠🫠

Swan Song | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,340

Warnings: Dark!Stepmom!Queen!Wanda, Princess!Reader, Dub-Con, Mommy Kink, Face Sitting, Cunnilingus, Drugging, Knife Play, Blood Play, Pussy Spankings, Bondage, Degradation, Praise, Manipulation, Magic Use, Forced Orgasms, Jealousy, Possessiveness, Fingering, Squirting Strap-Ons, Forced Breeding, Belly Bulges | Minors DNI

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I combined this with two other requests and an idea I had in the past. Enjoy!

Summary: Your queen doesn’t like seeing her pet whoring herself out to anyone, much less a peasant girl. In order to remind you of your place, Wanda is sure to give you a night you won’t easily forget.

Being a princess was much more than sitting around on a throne waiting for the hours to go by as the king and queen ruled over the empire. It was tedious work. Having various dress fittings, keeping up with bumbling fools who visited from other kingdoms with the hopes of having their sons betrothed to you, and overall dealing with a royal life which was as dull as the rocks you splashed on the river along with your friend.

At times you wished to have Kate’s life. Ever since you were a child you had known each other. She was the daughter of the stable boy who was eager to follow in his footsteps and claim her loyalty to your family. Kate had been there when your mother passed, listening each day to your teenaged ramblings about the suspiciousness of her death. She was poisoned, you were sure, but unbeknownst to you the witch who would soon claim the empty spot as your second caretaker had done so as a means to set her plan in motion. While the woman aimed to rule over the kingdom in the shadows behind her recently wedded husband, your father, you were far too busy prancing around even when adulthood arrived acting out as the wild princess who spit on the royal name just to be free.

Well, at least that was until Wanda had taken matters into her own hands. She wouldn’t let an insolent, brat of a princess tarnish the family name which was not even hers to begin with. That was the first time she had dare take you, take your chastity, as a means to keep you tamed and dumbed down — to control your wild mannerisms and teach you to be a well-behaved toy for your owner to use as she pleased.

Even then you found time to sneak around and visit your friend at the stables. She was the only one who didn’t see you as anything other than Y/N. Not a princess, not a willing fucktoy to be corrupted. Just you. She lived in peace working at the stables only needing to worry about tending for horses which were tame as hay.

At times you couldn’t help but spend hours talking with Kate or even setting off to the village via horse and with a disguise. Your stepmother did not allow for such misdemeanors. You were a princess, not a peasant, and yet you felt at peace among the commoners.

On a rather particular day you drifted off from the market to the forest, gnawing on a recently acquired apple as your horse had already downed his own. You were far too distracted by the orchestral chirping of the birds and the wind whooshing through the leaves of the enormous trees to realize it was time to leave. Only when the sun set low enough to disallow you to even make out your own hands from the darkness did you become filled with fear and rush back to the castle. Although your father was away, the queen would not be pleased in his place.

Rushing into the castle drew various eyes of the staff. You were known to be hectic and fortuitous, but each of them felt great fear as they knew you headed to the belly of the beast. You counted your luck for having decided to wear a simple attire for horse-riding, tight pants and a loose blouse along with your boots rather than a pristine dress suited for a princess. It’s not like you could get into town without going unnoticed with the latter.

Breathlessly reaching the dining hall where you knew the queen was to have her dinner at a sharp hour, you eyed your surroundings. The dimly lit room was adorned by a woman who brought a glass of wine to her lips which showed a perfect line. She didn’t dare spare you even a glance, eyeing her food with animosity while holding her knife with deep ardor. A pair of guards were at each of her sides. Even with only the light of the candles making her presence clear and ominous, Wanda was beautiful.

“My queen, it’s a pleasure to see you again,” you greeted as the ends of your mouth reached your ears. Eyes dripped with wonder as the older woman waltzed across the dining hall, her head held up high as her hands went to clasp together in front of her. “How was your day? I see father has yet to come back from his trip, I’m sorry to say. Perhaps the two of us can-”

“I don’t think it’ll be necessary for you to speak again while I’m here,” was all Wanda said as she took another bite of her food. “Guards, please leave myself and the princess alone. There are rather sensitive matters we must discuss.” You knew that tone which invited trouble.

Each guard that surrounded the dining room nodded before moving away. Everyone knew not to question anything she said, even your father. The dominance she had over the entirety of the castle, the kingdom at that, was truly remarkable. At the spoken words, you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together before taking a seat adjacent to the queen’s who sat at the head of the table.

Once only the two of you were in the room, with Wanda sitting by your side, the woman hummed. Your fear was ever-increasing, holding you frozen in place as you did not allow yourself to take even a sip of your water.

“I was told you were seen with the stable girl today,” Wanda muttered, her voice filled with antipathy. “That the two of you were getting…close.”

“My queen, I-”

“Did I give you permission to speak?” She asked with bewildered eyes. When you looked down and shook your head, Wanda’s lips remained thin before she carried on. “You dumb little slut. I give you everything and you throw it away for a stupid, lowly peasant? You disgust me,” she spat with green eyes soon glowing red. Shaking her head at your apparent fright, Wanda sighed. “I suppose I must teach you once again who you belong to.”

Nothing happened between you and Kate — you were merely friends, that’s all. Wanda knew that. Still, the idea of her green jealousy slipping through the cracks made your mouth water. For her to once again show you who owned your body and soul filled you with giddiness.

Wanda remained silent for a moment. She grabbed her own cup of wine before shaking her head with disbelief. If you wanted to misbehave and prance around a lowly peasant without her permission, you would be treated as such. Her fingers danced over the blood red drink, the tips glowing in a mad hue.

“Drink this,” she ordered, offering you the cup which you were only recently old enough to down.

“What is it?”

“I didn’t tell you to question it. I will not repeat myself again, pet. Drink. This. Now.” There was a darkness deeper within her eyes that you couldn’t put a finger on. It reminded you of the first time she made you bleed underneath her palms for daring to get too close to one of the suitors your father wished for you to wed. Wanda did not approve of her slutty mutt being touched by anyone other than her. The faint scars underneath your breasts, stomach, and inner thighs proved so much. “There you go.” She shoved the drink to you again.

“Wanda I-”

“Hush, detka. You know that’s not my name,” the offered softly. “Be a good girl for me and drink it. Don’t you want to make me happy, sweetheart? Do as I say and maybe I won’t hurt that stupid Bishop girl.”

That was enough for you to give in. You knew better than to challenge Wanda on that front. She could and would take the life of another if it kept those she ruled over in line whether she had to send one of her guards or take matters into her own hands.

You took a swing of the wine, humming at how good it felt running down your throat. It was a toe-curling burning sensation which overtook you. All your senses were heightened for a moment, the area between your legs desperately throbbing as the smell of Wanda’s vanilla-scented perfume filled your nostrils which you became drunk with. As soon as you went high, you came right down, leaving you a brainless little mess who could barely put together a handful of words.

“Mommy,” you tried again, “I don’t feel so good.”

“I know, sweetheart, but don’t you like the yummy juice mommy got for you. It’s making your head all nice and fussy just for me. You don’t have to worry about anything from now on. Just let mommy take care of it all.” She leaned in and breathed deeply. “And once I’m done with you, you’ll wish you never so much as met that stupid stable bitch. I can’t wait to see you bleed for me,” Wanda mumbled as she ran fingers down from your jaw to your exposed chest, ripping the buttons from your blouse, “My princess.”

The honorific had much deeper connotations than anyone could know. She was your queen to the naked eye, but behind closed doors, Wanda put it upon herself to completely dominate you. She wanted you to beg, to squirm each time she so much as dragged one of her fingernails down your frail, bruised and abused body she loved to hurt. And yet she was tender once in a blue moon. Your mommy knew best, she knew you, and of course she wouldn’t let anyone take that, take you, away from her.

“Close your eyes, malyshka. Don’t fight it,” Wanda guided you as she cupped your face with both hands. “Don’t worry. You won’t even remember a thing.”

Striking bloodshot eyes were the last thing you saw before everything went black. With a body sagged and your face falling against the table, Wanda simply stood by watching with a devilish smile on her face. It would be the last time you dared willingly defy your queen.

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“It’s time to wake up, sleeping beauty. Mommy’s waiting for you.”

The sweet caramel voice that made an orchestra in your ears was the first thing you hear when you awoke. Your eyelids felt heavy which made it difficult for you to take sight of your surroundings. All you knew is that a sudden dry taste occupied your mouth and when you tried to move, your limbs remained in place.

“There’s my pretty princess. I underestimated the strength of that funny drink. Next time I’ll be sure to get it to wake you up sooner,” Wanda laughed as she hovered above you. When flicking your hazy, barely-open, drugged eyes upon her, you noticed the state of nakedness she was in, one which mirrored your own. A hand went to your cheek before tenderly slapping it to bring you to a better state of consciousness. “Seeing you like this has made mommy feel so warm down there, sweetheart. Would you be a dear and take care of it? Your cute little tongue always makes my pussy feel so…fucking…good.”

She didn’t need to wait for an answer. Ever since her guards had dragged you to her chambers, dropping you over the bed before being sent off, Wanda’s cunt throbbed with need. She desperately needed to use you. Binding your wrists to the headboard with her magic had been easy, but cutting off your clothes with a trusty blade, a handle which had a vial of your blood ingrained to it, made it difficult for her to control herself. For a moment she allowed herself to slip a pair of fingers inside your cunt just to feel how wet you were. The silence in you, only small whimpers thrown at her from your unconscious body, made her snarl. She wanted to hear you scream, to hear every single little sound you let out as she rained hellfire upon you.

Wanda crawled her way up your body, dropping a variety of kisses upon your lips before setting a last one on your mouth. “Be a good girl and make mommy cum with your mouth. Only then will you get a reward,” she whispered by your ear, nipping down on your earlobe before moving forth.

Her thighs were at each of your sides as your eyes were met by the sight of Wanda’s cunt. She was more than drenched, juices practically oozing from between her legs down her skin, all slick and glistening under the moonlight.

Wanda eased herself down on your lap. At the first taste of her, one which you knew so well, you groaned. Still drugged, you could barely do anything but be driven by animalistic instincts. Your tongue lazily stuck out before sliding up her slit. You were humming, eyes content while licking her luscious pussy clean.

“There’s a good fucking slut. You’re always amazing at making mommy feel good,” Wanda let out a deep breath as she rode your face. Her hips rhythmically moved so that she was grinding over your mouth, her folds being spread before your tongue found her clit. She always moans and arches her back when you swirl your way around her erect bud. “Keep going, little whore. Fuck me with your mouth. Go ahead and give me exactly what I fucking want.”

Wanda tugged at your hair while remaining in position. She moved desperately, her peak coming in a matter of seconds. It was intensified by the way your tongue teased her tight entrance, but when she squeezed her thighs around your face enough to prevent you from breathing, you knew to give up any mischief and instead give your queen what she desired.

When Wanda came, she was a loud, dripping mess. She sat over your face with a body which shook tremendously, instantly being filled with the loving embrace of relief. “That was so good, princess. So fucking good,” she praised while grazing her pussy over your face a few times for added affect. “You did so well for mommy. Now I do think it’s time for you to feel good, huh?” She raised her eyebrows, but you were far too much of a mess to know what she alluded to. “Come on, honey. I can practically smell how badly you want me to fuck you. I just need to do one thing first.”

The witch moved off your body with her hunger only partially sated. It took a few moments for her legs to stop shaking. When they did, she flicked her wrist so that a pair of straps were tightly wrapped around her waist, holding a rather large and thick dildo which was filled with the special treat she loved giving you. Standing between your legs, she grabbed her knife.

“What are you going to do?” You groggily questioned as alarms went off in your head. Still, the warmth overtaking your body as the dull side of the blade was inched up your skin made it give you an embarrassing flush over your features. “Mommy?”

“Darling, you know that your queen needs an heir, right? That’s exactly what my pretty princess is going to give me. You and I both know I won’t stop until I get what I want.” She tilted her head and stared at you with softness. “Now sit tight, honey. This will hurt so, so much.”

The blade of the knife was driven down your stiff, breathless body — you were far too afraid to let out a peep knowing the repercussions would be unfavorable. Although the first scratch was merely superficial and not strong enough to ever draw a drop of blood, the following were shallower and stronger.

Wanda drove her blade from your chest down to your belly, leaving beautiful red marks along the way. Each second that passed made the previously white cuts turn scarlet before drops of blood began falling from them. Only did she get artistic when reaching your thighs were the initials “WM” were carved on the area where they met your waist.

“It hurts so much!” You cried and yet such pain shot a jolt down between your legs. You were sticky and drenched with your own juices, your pussy practically pleading for Wanda to slide her fingers inside. “Mommy make it stop, please. I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on. Please!”

“What is it, puppy? This is exactly what you asked for.” It wasn’t, but neither of you minded pretending. Once she was done filling your skin with cuts, Wanda dropped the knife on the bed. “You can hold out a little longer for mommy. It’s not that bad. Stop exaggerating, baby girl.”

“Sorry, your highness,” you mumbled sadly.

The redhead merely raised her eyebrows before leaning down. It was time for her own tongue to stick out and glide its way along your skin. It was soft under her touch, blood trickling into her mouth. She tasted every last drop, humming at the metallic and familiar taste of it. Wanda was drunk with the gorey state of your body, cleaning every bit, only truly making it sloppier, with her mouth.

“You taste delicious, Y/N,” Wanda said as she sat back and licked her blood-stained lips. She allowed one of her fingers to inch closer to your pussy, teasing you before cupping it entirely. “What a wet little bitch you are for mommy. This is all for me, right?”

“Yes, mommy. All yours,” you were quick to respond, chest heaving up and down as your eyes flickered over your bloody body. There was something awfully terrifying and macabre about it which aroused you to no end. “Can I cum now, please? I was good for you, mommy. Please let me have my reward.”

“Of course, my little angel. You can have mommy’s special treat too while you’re at it.”

Wanda did not hesitate to align her thick cock at your entrance. She spread your legs apart whether you liked it or not. Slowly easing the dildo, she stretched out your tight, wet velvety walls that would forever welcome her, and her only – she would make sure of it.

You tried holding back a moan only to let it out loudly. Wanda did not stop whatsoever, instead inching herself deeper without letting you get used to the large toy inside you. She tilted her head to get a better look at you. Your body was writhing beneath her, clearly enjoying the feeling of having her shoved herself in your pussy until the tip of her strap-on rammed against your belly. When a small bulge appeared on your tummy, Wanda, filled with amusement, used both hands to press against it which only heightened your lust.

“You’re so big, mommy.”

“I know, sweetie. It’s bigger than anything your pretty pussy has ever taken,” Wanda agreed as she thrust her hips forth. Although she couldn’t feel the warm, tightness around her cock, she watched intently as she slid herself in and out of your cunt. “Do you remember the first time you took mommy’s cock? It was right after you came back from that trip with your father. You practically threw yourself at me that night. It had been weeks since I last saw my beautiful princess. I just knew you needed something more than my fingers then.” She grabbed your hips tightly, nails digging into your skin, while forcing her toy inside you over and over again. “Your pussy was so tight. It was only a few months after I took your chastity, huh? You were begging for me to stop but it made your cute cunt feel so good. Mommy had so much fun, she couldn’t even get herself to stop.”

“Then I came all over your cock, mommy. I remember,” you replied with a satisfied smirk over your features. You didn’t know if it was the drug or your arousal, maybe both, that left you sobbing for more at the idea of Wanda forcing herself inside you whether you liked it or not. “Mommy I don’t want your pups. Not right now, please.”

“I know honey, I know, but you have to. I really need you to do this for me. You can either say yes to me now and I promise not to make it hurt, or you can say no and I’ll make you either way.”

“But mommy-”

“No buts, missy. You take the gift mommy gives you and say thank you. I didn’t train you to be such an ungrateful little whore,” she growled before beginning to pound her thick cock inside you. “You’re my property, Y/N. Mine. Mine. mine!”

Wanda was not soft by any means. She kept pumping herself in your needy pussy, groaning as she listened clearly to the sloshing sounds of your insides being fucked along with your lustful noises. Her eyes went back and forth between looking at the bulge on your belly and your face which was contorted, all scrunched up, with deep pleasure stricken. As you came undone, the knot on your lower stomach finally loosening, your lover kept going without any sign of stopping.

She squirted her white seed inside you without warning. Her cock was squeezed by her hand, only the tip inside you as cum began filling you up. You felt hot all over, crying out of pleasure while taking every single drop that she gave you. With her eyes over your own, Wanda’s dark, macabre being which hid deep within the facade of the righteous queen began showing.

“Look at you, a useless cumrag that’s just supposed to be used for my own pleasure. I bet no one’s going to want to touch this slutty pussy now that your mommy has used and ruined it,” Wanda laughed maniacally as she pumped her cock in you a few more times before beginning to pull out. “Did you cum, baby?”

“Yes, mommy,” you whimpered. Tears dripped down your flushed features as Wanda cock left your cunt. As disappointed as you were to no longer be filled to the brim, it was quickly substituted by fingers which shoved themselves as deep as they could. “Wha- Wanda! I can’t take it anymore, please. I’m too tired. Let me close my eyes for a second and then we can try again. Please, mommy.”

“Shhh quiet down, little one. I promise it’ll feel good,” Wanda cooed as she thrust her two digits quickly. She fucked the cum back into your pussy, her fingers all white as they plunged themselves far enough to touch your sweet spot. “Come on, baby, cum.”

“I can’t take more.” It was a lie and you knew it, but you also realized that while your arousal was at its high once again, you would only grow even more exhausted than carrying heavy eyelids around.

Wanda huffed before pulling her fingers out swiftly. She didn’t allow you to speak, only instead slapping her hand over your pussy. The smacks seemed never-ending, your lover hitting you with much more strength by the second. It went on until you were begging for her to stop, but she only kept being rougher before plunging her finger inside your cunt all over again and fucking you with might.

“Cum now, Y/N.” It wasn’t a request, but an order.

“Mommy, I can’t! It’s too much, I can’t do it.”

“Oh you stupid little whore. I have to do everything myself,” she grumbled angrily. Flicking the wrist of her free hand, Wanda eyed you with mischief. She kept pumping her digits deep inside you, curling them up at your depths until it all became too much. You couldn’t take more and yet your queen urged you to cum. No, she forced you.

A scream broke out through the entirety of the castle as Wanda’s magic made it so that you couldn't hold yourself back any longer. You came for the second time, tears stinging as they traveled down your messy face. Your entire body crashed and burned with your partner taking possession over what was hers.

“Now was that so hard, baby?” She asked with unamused raised eyebrows. “I have to say that I’m impressed. You did really well, darling. Mommy is so proud of her cute little puppy.”

“Thanks,” you muttered back, eyes droopy and fucked up, but you still faced the woman who you loved so much. Relief came in as your hands dropped to your sides, Wanda finally having released your wrists from the magical bindings. You were the only one who knew of her secret, which was being a witch. Never would you dare spill your heart out to potentially get her laced in danger. “Hold me?”

“After being such a good pet, you deserve it,” Wanda hummed. She positioned herself behind you, hugging your body close to her own with a pleased smile. “You are always such a perfect princess. I know it hurt so bad,” she commented when ghosting her fingertips over your dried up cuts, “but I needed to teach you a lesson. You are to tell mommy whenever you want to leave the castle. You can’t go running away like that in secret. I never want my little one to be hurt. You’re far too dumb to take care of yourself, Y/N, so let me.”

“You promise to always love me?” you asked with a hint of hope.

Wanda smiled tenderly at that, moving slightly and accidentally sliding her strap-on against you. The mewl that you let out made her cunt throb with need once again. Squeezing your maimed body, she spoke again. “I promise, sweetheart. Mommy will always be there to love and care for you. No one gets to hurt my little princess.” She paused. “Well, except for me.”

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thinking absolutely depraved mommy wanda innocence kink pool day thoughts right now (nsfw 18+)

cw: innocence kink, mommy kink, strap on (r receiving), dirty talk, d/s

you're wearing the bikini she bought for you, pink and with far too many bows than necessary, and you're splashing around in the pool and having a good time as she sits on the side in a pool chair and reads her book. she's staring at you through her sunglasses, wading through the pool, giggling to yourself, and she can't help but bite her lip and let her eyes roam your cute little body in that cute little bikini. she lets you have your fun, but she gets wetter by the second as she thinks about all the ways she's going to make you fall into your mommy's girl headspace by the end of the day. as soon as your teeth start chattering and she can't rip her eyes away from your pebbled nipples under the bikini she takes you inside.

you're standing there shivering as she leads you into the bedroom, and you have no idea wanda's so turned on she can barely speak as she runs her hands up and down your body, "you looked so cute today playing, you know," she muses, untying your bikini and letting it fall, cooing at your hardened nipples. you're blushing under her gaze, and she smiles, cupping your cheek, "it was so hard for mommy to not take you out of the pool and stuff you full of my cock, my cute girl."

you gasp, tightening your legs together. she clucks her tongue, lowering herself to her knees to take your bikini bottoms off, gasping at your shining pussy. "sweetheart! were you thinking about mommy making you all tingly down there, too, honey?"

you shake your head, embarrassed at how wet you were. you really hadn't been thinking about it, but she just turns you on so fast. "n-no, mommy."

she tsks, "but, baby, you're so sticky. you promise you weren't thinking about it?"

you nod quickly, crossing your arms over your chest in embarrassment. she pushes them away just as fast, smiling as she stands up, "okay, honey, i believe you. i should've known, my little girl is far too innocent to be thinking such naughty things as mommy, isn't that right?"

you nod again as she guides you to the bed, pushing you down so sweet and gently on it, "mommy's been thinking about you all day, baby, i need you so bad." she's stripping, her movements slow but restrained as she opens the nightstand and grabs her strap, putting it on while looking at you directly in the eyes. you still looked so cute, laying on the bed with your hair all messed up from the chlorine, still chilly and legs clamped shut tightly. when she's ready, wanda gets on top of you, kissing your cheek gently, spreading your legs apart with zero resistance as you gazed up at her with big eyes.

you whimper, jutting your hips into the air as you try to keep quiet. she kisses you so gently, all of her touches soft, not reverently but as if you were delicate, about to break. she caresses your breast, rolling a nipple firmly between her fingers, soft but heavy. you moan, kicking your feet, and she slides her hand up your thigh, stilling you. you keep trying to roll your hips, and she puts a hand on them to fully still you. you look up at her with an adorable pout, your cheeks blushy as you try to swallow your arousal.

"did mommy make my sweet girl feel all icky down there, hm?" you nod and she mirrors it, mocking you with a little smile. she follows your eyes as they meet the strap, and she laughs, "ohhh, do you want this?" you nod again, and she does as well, bringing a hand to dip in your pussy and get two fingers wet, pulling out before you can even register the feeling. she rubs it along the tip of the strap and hums to herself, and you watch her chest and cheeks abruptly flush red. when she speaks, her voice is just a bit deeper, "do you think this will make the icky feelings go away, honey?"

you whimper and she can't help but groan, a little taken aback by how badly she needed you, how aroused she was. every whine you made, every cute little attempt to close your legs, every shaky breath, it spurred her on even more.

she moves swiftly, positioning herself between your legs, heady with desire and starting to lose herself a bit. "mommy needs to fill you up, sweetheart, it's a little big but i know my pretty girl can take it. i just need to be inside you, darling, shhh." you nod dumbly, spreading your legs.

she pushes into you, so slow and soft that your breath catches in your throat. you whine, limbs still limp from swimming, and she's so big you feel the stretch as you whimper and grip onto her arms. you feel so caged in, so full, as she slides deeper into you, bottoming out with a loud moan as she feels you tremble around her. her voice is so breathy, and her hips are shaking with how badly she's turned on. she wants to fuck you so hard, make you scream, but you're so adorable and cute today, she just wants to stretch you open and fuck you gently, fill you up and make you go brainless. it's hard to hold back, though, as she fucks into you softly but so, so deep, her movements slow but firm.

you're squeaking with every thrust, fully gone, mumbling "mommy, mommy, mommy" under your breath in a way that has her cooing at you, stroking your face as she gently thrusted in and out.

your jaw is hanging open and she puts two fingers in your mouth, sliding on your tongue and gathering spit to paint your lips. "my messy baby, you need mommy to take care of you don't you? you had no idea mommy wanted to touch you, my naive little love. what a good girl you are for me." she's fucking you so slowly, filling you so deeply, it's making you dizzy. you feel like the room is spinning around you as your pussy stretches even further with every thrust, burning and making you feel incredible, and so, so owned.

she sees you, fucked out and needy and your hands weakly grabbing for her, and she whimpers as she's almost overtaken by the need to take you. she reminds herself she wants to fuck you gently, and she slows down. but you were being so cute, mumbling mommy, eyes fluttering open to focus on her with such adoration and need, she couldn't help it. she lets another moan slip out as she pushes into you a bit harder than before. you yelp and start to grab at her arms, lifelessly falling to the side as the pleasure became too much.

"there's my sweet girl," wanda murmurs in your ear, licking alongside your neck to feel you shiver. "taking my cock so well, you drive mommy crazy, baby--" she breaks out in a moan as she feels you tighten around her, and something inside her snaps at your desperation. for a moment she loses herself, fucking into you desperately to hear your moans turn to unrestrained yelps as she slammed her hips into you. "fuck, sweetheart, mommy's sorry, i know it's so big, honey, you just look so cute for me, baby, fuck, just keep going."

you're sobbing, laying limp as she fucks into you, nodding helplessly along with her as she takes a few minutes to let out the energy she had been keeping in all day, staring at you in those pink bows and thinking about this, stretching you around her cock as your whole body grows red and she can see herself get deeper the longer she went, could hear your pussy as she snaps her hips up into you and traces her finger just alongside your clit to hear you scream. her cute little girl, sinking onto her cock and taking a strap that's just a bit too big.

wanda finally slows down, returning to the gentle pace from before as you hiccup and come back to your mind, only by a fraction as her heavy but soft thrusts into you start to make you heat up. "oh--"

"mhm, will you tell mommy you love me, honeybear?" wanda's eyes light up as she watches you whine, the strap hitting deep inside you and making you whine.

"i-i-" you stutter over your words as you suddenly feel your orgasm come up, and you mewl, slapping her arms as you try to grab her. "i-i love y-you, m-mommy." you stumble the words out through thrusts.

she awes loudly, "what a good girl, using your big girl words. do you think you can let your tummy get tight and let go for me, princess? mommy needs to see her cute girl let go all over her cock, i need you to see you be mommy's girl, please, baby, please."

she's moaning, her clit throbbing under the strap as she tries to keep the gentle pace that has your eyes rolling under her. you're kicking your feet, sliding them up and down her legs as you feel yourself start to come with every deep thrust. wanda brings her hand to your tummy, pressing down on your lower abdomen, the heel of her hand brushing against the strap every time she thrust it in. you practically scream at the pressure. "'m-'m gettin' t-tight--mom-"

"shhh, sweetheart, let go for mommy." she doesn't slow down, just keeps fucking you as your back arches, coming hard on her strap as she holds you with one hand and presses down with the other, lowering her head to kiss your neck and jaw and lips as you whine. you're shaking like mad around her as she slows down, pulling out of you and slipping out of the harness.

she immediately gathers you in her arms, kissing the crown of your head. "my good girl, my sweet, sweet, precious girl." she's so adoring, doting on you like crazy. she just loves you so much, needed you so bad and is so happy she got to take you. "i love you so much."

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only thinking about this from now on

His Most Prized Possession

Pairing || Dark!Mob!Bucky x Wife!Reader

Summary || You’re the wife of the most feared man in all of New York City, James Buchanan Barnes, the mob boss of the biggest mafia in town. Your his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property, his most prized possession. He will torture and kill anyone who dares to make any advances on his woman, and he won’t hesitate to show them who you belong to in the most sinful way possible before their end…

Word Count || 8876

Contents & Warnings || Fluff, Smut, Angst, Dark Themes — NSFW, 18+ Only, Minors DNI, slight dub-con, Dark!Jealous!Possessive!Bucky, angry/vicious!Bucky, soft!Bucky, mob/mafia business, mention of drugs/alcohol, violence, implied use of weapons, implied torture, blood, murder, crying, use of force, graphic/explicit content/language, pet names (doll, baby, babe, princess + others), unprotected vaginal sex, exhibition kink, forced voyeurism, daddy kink, spit kink, degradation & praise kink, use of the word whore, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m & f receiving), teasing, begging, face/throat fucking, gagging, fingering, spanking, choking, rough fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cum swallowing, creampie, mention of bodily fluids, aftercare.

Authors Note || After a lot of work it’s finally done! I’m so proud of this! Please enjoy this twisted and sinful journey! Feedback would be so much appreciated on this piece <3 I want to know what you think!

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

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The Underground Lounge

It was the most high-profile club in all of New York City. A place for criminals, the filthy rich, politicians and like-minded people to converge in secrecy for whatever they desire with no repercussions, whether that be alcohol, drugs, women, sex or just a fun time. Everything and anything went down here.

The club was nestled deep below The Blend nightclub, which acted as a cover for the underworld of crime below.

They were both owned by James Buchanan Barnes—Bucky amongst friends and loved ones. The most feared man in all of the city and the mob boss of the biggest and baddest mafia in town. He was also your husband. Your dangerous, vicious and sexy husband.

You and Bucky would usually be at the club on the weekends for some party and fun, which you were right now.

The VIP area that was only reserved for Bucky and company was slightly elevated over the rest of the club—giving Bucky the best view to look over his domain. It also showed the guests that they were nothing compared to the boss sitting on the high throne. The VIP area had an abundance of seating places—fitting several people. All compacted in a sizeable curved couch with a low circular table in the middle to put drinks on or other substances, for that matter. There was also enough space for Bucky’s security to keep a lookout over the club and its activities.

Today it was only you and Bucky attending. No friends, no other company, except for your security detail.

With a good percentage of alcohol in your system, you and he were all over each other—lips sloppily crashing into one another as you moaned and groaned into each other's mouths and hands roamed both your bodies.

You'd unbuttoned a few buttons of his white long-sleeved shirt—wanting to feel his collarbone and chest underneath your fingertips as you made out. His dark blue velvet dress jacket was tossed to the side long ago. Your other hand rested delicately on top of his covered bulge—palming him ever so often.

Bucky’s hand kept a tight grip on your naked upper thigh; the short little dress you wore barely covered anything, giving him easy access to your skin. His other held your throat gently in his grasp, making it impossible to move away from him not that you wanted to.

Ever so slightly, he inches his way higher up your thigh, hicking your dress up with his moves, as he caressed your delicate skin with his rough hands, making you moan and whimper into his mouth. His end goal was to get into your panties—wanting to force his fingers knuckle-deep into you and have you make a mess all over them.

It wasn't unusual for him and you to get a little naughty together in the club. On multiple occasions, you'd have his fingers deep inside your pussy or straddle his lap to grind yourself on his clothed cock. And occasionally giving him a handjob here and there.

You'd think he would be against having you so exposed to everyone’s prying eyes since he was always so protective and possessive over you in day-to-day life. But on the contrary, he loved showing you off here. It gave him the power to assert his dominance over you and make everyone know that you're his—his girl, his beauty, his love, his property and his most prized possession.

This was his club—his rules—his everything. Everyone knew not to mess with the mob boss's precious wife. Not unless they had a death wish.

Your body tingled in anticipation of having his digits buried deep inside you. You were so ready for it. So needy for it, but… God, did you really have to pee now, urgently.

“Bucky.”

His name came out in a moan rather than a plea for him to stop with his touches, making him think you wanted more. He swiped your damp panties with his thumb while his lips assaulted your neck with licks, kisses and bites, making you whine even more.

“Bucky!”

You placed your hands on his chest, shoving him lightly off you, making him stop with his kisses and retract his hand from under your dress.

“What!”

An annoyed tone was laced in his voice, but that quickly turned into concern as he thought something was wrong.

“What is it, baby?”

His thumb caressed your cheek lovingly as he tried to search your face for any discomfort. There was none, so he didn’t understand why you'd make him stop.

“I just really need to go pee.”

He nodded his head in understanding and was about to call for one of the security to accompany you, but you stopped him before he could.

“No! I can go on my own.”

“Doll…”

He cocked his head to the side. He didn’t like that. He didn’t want you going on your own.

Although the club was a safe space for you to wander around due to everyone knowing who you were and not daring to approach you under any circumstances, Bucky still wanted you looked after due to the reason that occasionally a rouge and unwanted person managed to get into the club, despite the tight security, and cause chaos and bothering the other club patrons. But that rarely happened, and right now, you just wanted to go on your own without having anyone on your tail all the time.

“Please, Bucky,” you pleaded with those puppy-dog eyes you knew he couldn't resist, “if I'm not back in 15 minutes, you can come and find me.”

“Alright, princess,” he pecked your lips, “but hurry back to me, baby,” and once more, “because I need to bury my fingers in your tight little pussy….”

He cupped your core harsh, making you moan out at the roughness. Bucky groaned out as he touched what belonged to him.

“... my tight little pussy.”

He growled in your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand and your core pulsate at his filthy words.

“I’ll be right back, babe.”

You gave him one last peck before you got up and fixed your dress—the material had bundled up your hips entirely. Bucky gave you a light tap on your ass before you walked away in search of the bathroom.

You did your business in the bathroom and freshened up before walking out to the club’s main area.

Bucky hadn't left his positing from the VIP area. His leg was crossed over the other, and his arms rested on the back of the couch while he looked calm and relaxed. You wanted to take advantage of your freedom and decided to get a quick drink at the bar before returning to him.

You made your way to the bar that was settled in the middle of the club while swaying your hips to the music playing. Luckily, the bar wasn't packed, so it should be a quick deal.

You order the drink and make yourself comfortable with your elbows on the bar counter, squeezing your breasts together, almost exposing them entirely. Your ass poked out behind you—the dress so tiny and short that it almost showed your entire ass.

You knew everyone had their eyes on you, thirsting and yearning for you—for something they knew they could never have, and that's what you loved so much about it. In this club, you loved being a little cock-tease to everyone—it made you feel powerful.

While waiting for your drink, you scanned and observed the club’s guests. Most of them you'd seen before and recognised—politicians with their mistresses, criminals making shady deals with each other, and some new faces you'd never seen before. Everyone looked to be in great spirit and having fun tonight.

“My, my… don't you look pretty tonight.”

A deep, smooth voice murmured in your ear, making you jump out of your skin a little at the roughness of it. You thought it was Bucky for a second, but the voice didn’t match quite right. When you spun around, you found yourself caught in an intense gaze by a man. Usually, you'd back away and decline any stranger like that, but something about him just made your whole being scream in need.

The man oozed danger, sex and confidence—all things you loved and had gotten so used to with Bucky. So you couldn't help yourself when you got ensnared in this stranger's trap. You knew you shouldn't talk to this man. Bucky would be pissed if he found out. But Bucky wasn't here right now, and the drink should be done any second, so you decided to play along and then would politely decline once it was time. Bucky would never know.

“Well, hello to you, stranger.”

You batted your eyelashes at him and gave him your most appetising smile and gestures you could muster up, popping your hip out and tilting your head to the side, wanting to play a bit dirty and rile him up.

“My, you're the prettiest little thing in this whole club.”

He came closer, almost pinning you against the bar with his massive frame. He licked his lips as his eyes travelled across your whole body. This man was playing a dangerous game in approaching you like that—intentions clearly sexual.

He presented his hand, and you took it gladly, shaking it.

“The names Roman,” he brought your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it while maintaining eye contact, “it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Roman?

You'd heard that name before, but you couldn't quite put your finger on who he was. It was such an unusual name that you would think with such a name, you'd remember who it belonged to, but your mind was completely blank. It must be the alcohol and the intense surge of sexual energy you were experiencing.

“The pleasure is all mine, Roman,” you gave him your name, which made him smirk when he heard it.

“That's a beautiful name, princess. What brings you to this club, sweet thing?”

“Oh, I-”

The conversation was cut abruptly by someone grabbing Roman’s shoulder and pulling him away from you, turning him to face whoever it was.

You gasped.

Shit. It was Bucky.

His face was stone cold as he stared Roman down with absolute dark rage in his eyes. His fists clenched by his side—knuckles turning white.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Roman?” Bucky spat out while getting all up in his face.

Wait?

Bucky knew him?

Oh…

Oh!

Oh, no…

He was that Roman.

Shit. Now you remember.

He's the man that betrayed Bucky about a year ago and went to be with Bucky’s number one rivals instead. You remember at the time what kind of a toll it had taken on Bucky to be so gruesomely crossed.

This was not good. You felt so horrible and guilty now with the later knowledge of know this man was. How could you have forgotten him? Forgotten what he's done? You should have brushed him off instead of instigating his actions further.

You couldn't hear what they were saying because they were so up in each other's faces, but you could tell that it was a heated argument. You wondered what was being said. What kind of complications and events this would all lead to.

Suddenly, Bucky shoved him hard, and it looked like he would fight him right then and there. But he didn’t…

“You’re fucking dead, Roman,” Bucky uttered through gritted teeth.

Bucky came to your side and grabbed your arm hard. So hard that it hurt, and you winced and tossed to try and get out of his harsh grip, but he wouldn't budge. He pulled you back to the VIP area and ordered you to sit on the couch.

“Don't fucking move.”

His words were like poison, making you flinch at the absolute anger in his voice. Your eyes were becoming glossy—tears threatening to spill at any moment. You wrapped your arms around yourself for comfort.

How could you be so stupid? You should have just said no to Roman instead of acting like a fucking brat and whore—wanting to be a little cock tease for a man that wasn't even your man. You should have just been an obedient little wife and returned to your husband like you were supposed to.

Bucky was furiously talking to one of his men for several minutes. You saw how stressed, angry and fearful his demeanour was. His hand ran through his short hair multiple times. It was rare to see Bucky in this state. He was usually tough and determined, not bothered by what people said and did, and always in control of things. But it looked like Roman had really struck a sensitive nerve—said something that had put Bucky out of check.

When he was done conversing, he came back to you and took your hand, gently this time, and pulled you with him out of the main club area, not saying a thing. It looks like you were leaving. You went through the backdoor that was only used for you and Bucky and a selected few other people.

Once in the elevator, Bucky wrapped a protective arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his torso, still not saying anything. You wanted to say something. To plead for his forgiveness, but you felt awkward doing it in this tight place when you weren't alone. You would try and talk to him in the car when it was just the two of you.

Bucky ushered you into the backseat of the black luxury car, him getting in behind you. You weren't sure where you were going—home, most likely. The screen divider that separated the backseats and driver seat was up, so you were all alone, and you could finally try to talk to him.

“Bucky?”

You tried in a sweet and calm voice.

Nothing.

He pulled his phone out when it pinged with a message. His mouth remained in a thin line, eyebrows furrowed, with no emotions in his eyes as he typed on his phone before placing it inside his jacket.

“Bu-Bucky?”

Your weak voice cracked as his name came out in a sob this time.

“I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I shou-” You sobbed even more, unable to finish your sentence. You were about to cry any second, knowing that Bucky was mad and disappointed in you for being so stupid and reckless. You turned your head away from him, unable to look at his stern face.

“Doll…”

His voice was sweet compared to the poisonous one he used with you in the Underground. You thought he would yell at you once in the car. But it was the opposite. His loving and caring side surfaced—your wonderful husband that loved you beyond words.

“Baby…”

He grabbed your chin with his fingers and turned your head towards his. His eyes held nothing but love and adoration for you—his wife. His heart broke when he saw a few tears roll down your cheeks, your lips quivering.

“P-please d-don't be mad a-at me, Bucky.”

“Oh, baby… come here.”

He pulled you onto his lap and wrapped his strong arms around your waist. His head nuzzled in your neck as he laid tender kisses on the soft skin to try and soothe you,

“Mad at you? No, doll. I could never be mad at you, and I’m sorry it came across that way. I didn’t mean to raise my voice at you like that, my sweet love.”

“Bu-but, you seemed s-so angry at me. Angry for what I’d done and who I was talking to. I swear, Bucky, I forgot who he was, and I-I just-”

“Doll.” He made you rest your forehead on his. His piercing blue eyes focused deep into yours—showing you that he spoke the truth. “I’m not mad at you at all. Please don’t beat yourself up over it. It’s not your fault. Not even the slightest, ok? I love you, babydoll.”

“O-ok. I-I love you t-too, Bucky.”

He dried your tears while giving you a warm smile. “My precious girl.” He cradled your face in his hands and laid a light, comforting kiss on your lips. The kiss slowly progressed to a more passionate one—neediness and love poured into it.

The moment was quickly interrupted by Bucky’s phone pinging with a message in his jacket. He groaned as he fished it out to read it. You caught a glimpse and gasped when you saw what it said.

It's done.

You knew what it meant. It was the worst possible outcome following the events that unfolded in the club.

“Is, is he d-dead?”

“No, no, doll. They only questioned him, that's all.” Bucky tried to reassure you.

You knew what questioned meant. It meant that they had beaten the shit out of him, almost to the point of death. And although Bucky spoke the truth that Roman wasn't dead, he would be soon. Bucky never let something like what happened at the club go unpunished—people trying to cross his line. Certainly not when it comes to you. He would torture and kill anyone who made any advances on you, especially when they were fully aware of who you were and belonged to. And Roman most certainly knew what he was doing when he approached you. He wanted to provoke Bucky and test his limits. And now he would pay for it.

Maybe he didn’t think it through enough? Perhaps he thought he was safe because he was under the protection of Bucky’s rivals?

But one should never underestimate Bucky. He didn’t give a fuck who anyone belonged to, enemies or friends. If provoked, he would have you severely punished or, in the worst case, killed.

You shook your head—not wanting to think about it anymore. Instead, you lay your head on Bucky’s shoulder and close your eyes for the remaining car ride. His fingertips delicately caressing your arm lulled you to a relaxed and sleepy state…

———

“Doll,” his soothing voice murmured in your ear, pulling you out from the light sleep, “baby, we’re here.”

You softly moaned as you lifted your head and saw that you’d pulled into the garage of your penthouse—you were indeed home now. Luckily, because you were ready to cuddle up with your husband in bed and go to sleep in his loving and protective embrace.

“You want me to carry you?”

“N-no, I can go on my own.”

Once in the elevator, Bucky pressed the button for the roof terrace, not the apartment like you thought we would. You looked up at him. A confused expression on your face—eyebrows furrowed.

“Are we not going to bed yet?”

“Not yet,” he wrapped his arms around your shoulder, pulling you close to him, and kissed your head, “I have something I want to show you.”

What did he have to show you on the rooftop?

When the elevator arrived, Bucky took your hand and led you to the patio overlooking the light-filled city. Nothing looked unusual. Everything looked as it always did. There was no thing to show. So why did he bring you here?

“Bucky, what are we doing here?”

“Come.”

He led you to the very edge of the fence and wrapped his arms around you from behind. His head rested on your shoulder, and you leaned yours on his.

“Do you see, doll?”

“See what, Bucky?”

“The city!”

“Your city, babe.”

“Our city, baby girl. All of this is for you. Everything I do is for you. You and my undying love for you influence every decision I make in life.”

“James… you know I don't need any of this. I appreciate it, baby, you know that, but… I just need you.”

“I know, I only need you as well, but I just wanted you to know that we’re in this together. We can always count on each other. We will always have one another. Our love is powerful and unbreakable.”

“You know it, Bucky.”

You stood for a while longer. Staring out over your city as you swayed to imaginary music. Bucky’s lips graced your cheek as he whispered sweet nothings that had your heart burst with warmth, love and security.

Words can’t describe how much you loved this man. This vicious, menacing, murderous, but also affectionate, warm and joyous man. One would think such words couldn’t be combined to describe a man—that it doesn't fit. But Bucky was all those, and you wouldn’t change him for the world.

Your sweet bubble was interrupted by another notification on Bucky’s phone, making him groan in annoyance. He held one arm around your waist while the other retrieved his phone.

You couldn't see what it said this time, but he let out a groan of approval and then pulled you with him back to the elevator once he read it.

“Where are we going now? More surprises?”

“We’re just going to our room.”

Ah, finally. As much as you loved Bucky for bringing you up here and expressing his undying love for you, you really just wanted to snuggle up to him in bed now.

But once you arrived at your room, one of Bucky’s men was waiting by the door, which was highly unusual. You wondered what was going on. It probably had something to do about Bucky’s recent text message. Probably an update on Roman and his current… situation. But no matter what it was, you hoped it would be able to wait till the morning. You just wanted Bucky all to yourself now.

“Wait here, doll.”

You stood in place while Bucky approached his man. He whispered something to Bucky, and Bucky nodded before he called you over. The man bid you good night, and then it was finally just you and your husband.

“What was that all about, babe?”

“My love…”

He lay his hands on your shoulders, staring deep into your eyes with seriousness written all over his face.

What was going on?

Why was he acting so… strange?

“Yes, my dear?”

“Do you trust me?”

“I do, Bucky, with my life.”

“Would you do anything I ask of you?”

You didn’t like to admit it, but you would kill for this man if the situation ever occurred.

“I-I… yes.”

“Then come with me,” he presented his hand, and you took it without hesitation, “don't be alarmed.”

Alarmed?

He opened the door to your shared master bedroom. Your heart was pounding in your chest. Although you trusted Bucky, his behaviour was more abnormal than usual, which scared you slightly.

You expected to be met with something significant while walking into the room, but there was nothing in the dim-lit room. It was a little hard to see with the lights out, so you scanned the entire space to try and find the abnormality—from the huge windows lining the outer wall, to the bed, and finally, the other side of the room. And that's when you saw it.

You gasped out loud in horror, eyes wide like saucers when you saw a person in the darkened corner of your room. It was a man—beaten, bloodied and bruised, tied up in a chair. His scream was muffled by something shoved into his mouth.

Oh my god… it was Roman…

“B-Bucky, wha-”

What was happening? This was wrong. This was so wrong on so many levels. Bucky never brought any of his mob business into your home. He always tried to shield you from that gruesome aspect of his world as best as possible. So what was he doing?

You backed away slowly but were stopped by colliding into Bucky’s chest. He grabbed your upper arms to keep your shaking form in place. His breath fanned your face while he whispered in your ear.

“Don’t be scared, my love.”

You were very much horrified by the sight of a bloodied and bruised man bound tight in your room. I mean, who wouldn't be?

“Wh-what i-is going o-on?”

You contemplated screaming and running away. If that's what you wanted, Bucky would have let you go—he would never force you into doing something you absolutely didn’t want. But you didn’t move a muscle. This situation intrigued you. Bucky’s vicious and twisted mind fascinated you.

Although you were the innocent and sweet one in the relationship, you had a slight devious nature to you as well. So you wanted to see what kind of plans Bucky had in store for bringing Roman into your privacy. What kind of things does he want to do. So you let go of all your worries and went with the flow.

With Bucky’s hand secured around your neck, craning your chin up to make you look at Roman. Bucky spoke, loud enough for Roman to hear as well, the most sinful, possessive and immoral words he's ever uttered—making you shamelessly aroused and almost crumble to the floor.

“He’s gonna watch us, doll, all powerless tied up in that chair as I do with you as I please. He’s gonna watch as I undress you and expose your beautiful flesh to his eyes. He’s gonna watch as I kiss, lick, suck and bite all over your skin. He’s gonna watch and hear as I make you moan, whimper and scream. He’s gonna watch as I fuck you hard, my wife. Claiming your body and soul as mine, and mine only.”

Fuck.

You were all in.

Bucky circled his arms around your waist and brought you closer to his firm chest. Very delicately, he started leaving kisses on your exposed shoulder, making you purr in delight. His feather-light kisses made goosebumps erupt on your skin. You craned your neck to the side, giving his lips more space to continue their journey further up. A loud moan of satisfaction escaped you as he became rougher with it—licking and sucking on your tender sweet spot.

In a swift motion, he removed your little dress—leaving you in your pretty underwear. His hands started roaming all over your exposed body, paying close attention to all your curves with his fingers—hips, waist and breasts—especially your breasts. He palmed them in his grasp and pinched your nipple through the material of your bra, making you wince out at the slight pain.

While one of his hands palmed your breast, the other ran down your stomach and found its way into your panties, making you gasp once his expert fingers found your aching core. He ran his fingers through your slick folds, groaning deeply in your ear, making the hairs at the back of your neck stand.

“Fuck, baby, already so wet and messy for me, huh? Did that turn you on, princess? My little speech about fucking you and claiming you as mine while he watches all helpless?”

“U-uh, huh.”

You were revelling in the pleasure your twisted and loving husband provided you that there was no way to form any coherent words, let alone sentences. It made Bucky chuckle in a sinister way at how absolute speechless he could make you with such simple touches.

Then it all stopped—his touches and kisses. You whined out in protest and were starting to turn around to see what was going on, but he stopped you by grabbing your upper arms and turning you towards Roman again.

“Stay still, baby.”

Thankfully, his delicate touches returned to your skin. His fingers ran from your shoulder and down until they met the clasp of your bra—unclasping it with no difficulty. The bra straps ran down your arms and hit the floor with a soft thud. Your breasts fully exposed to the two men.

With Bucky’s hands caressing your waist, he descended to the floor behind you. His fingers hooked into your panties and pulled them down your legs. Now, you were fully exposed; your parts that Bucky was so protective and possessive over came to light.

He left a wet kiss on each of your ass cheeks before travelling the kisses upward your naked back—until he stood straight up and wrapped his hand around your throat again, making you yelp and pay full attention to the man tied to the chair. Bucky spoke loud again for him to hear as well.

“This here is all mine. My body—my tits, my ass, my pussy,” he groped your wet and naked core, making you gasp out, “Only I will get to touch and take all of her as I please. Isn’t that right, baby girl?”

“I-it’s yours, B-Bucky, I-I belong to y-you.”

He turned you around and pulled your naked body flush into his clothed one. His hand grasped the back of your neck and brought your lips to his—hungrily kissing you, tongues caressing one another as you moaned and groaned into the heated and needy kiss. His other hand took hold of your ass cheek—altering between squeezing hard and delivering slaps to the plump flesh, which made you whimper into his mouth each time he did.

While still keeping your lips connected, Bucky manoeuvred you to the foot of the bed and removed his jacket while you helped with unbuttoning his white shirt—tearing it off his muscular body.

You roamed your hands all over his hard chest and stomach, moaning as you felt every curve and dip of his delicious muscles. While you touched him, Bucky went to work on getting his pants off.

“Let me.”

You descended to your knees, finding a comfortable place on the marble floor, and helped him tug his pants and underwear down. A satisfied gasp slips from your mouth as his hard cock springs to life—slapping against his belly.

“This cock belongs to me, doesn't it, daddy?” You mutter as you take a firm grasp on his base, and kitten lick his tip while looking up at him.

Bucky chuckled at your possessive nature, licking his lips. You could be just as possessive over Bucky as he was over you, and he loved it. He belonged to you as much as you belonged to him.

“You know it does, baby,” his hand cradled your face, “all of me belongs to you, body and soul.”

You pushed him down to sit on the foot of the bed, his hands on the mattress keeping his weight up. His eyes were fixated on your kneeling form as you nestled between his spread legs. The palm of your hands caressed his thighs up and down as you stared at his entire cock—your mouth watering at how delicious it looked.

“I’m so hungry for your cock, daddy.”

“Yeah? You gonna show him what a little cock-whore you are, baby?”

“Yes,” a glob of your spit fell on him, making him groan as your hand jerked him and spread the saliva all over his length, “I’m a little cock-whore that wants your cock in my mouth.”

He twitched at your lewd words.

“Take all of me then.”

With his hand at the back of your head, he guided and encouraged you to take him whole. With no hesitation, you engulfed his length immediately—too cock-hungry to tease and toy with him until he begged for you. You desperately needed his length deep in your throat.

You gagged around him as he tickled the back of your throat. The vibrations made him shudder where he sat. With each hand cradling your face, he forced your head up and down on him, thrusting his hips upwards to meet your moves.

Tears pooled in your eyes, and saliva dribbled out of your mouth as he forced his way down your throat. It was so messy and erotic—sloppy sounds filled the room.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head back as he concentrated on how your warm and wet mouth felt on his throbbing cock. Guttural groans rumbled in his throat.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

He removed you from him, which made you whine in protest—missing the feel of him choking you with it. Your hand wrapped around him and jerked his length in long strokes as you presented your tongue—showing him how absolute needy you were for his cock shoved deep in your cavity.

With his fingers holding your jaw, he leaned down till he was level with your face and gifted you a glob of his spit on your awaiting tongue. “Fucking whore, you know that?” You nod your head. The degrading action and words had your pussy flutter. You rolled your tongue into your mouth and leaned down to retake him, bobbing your head while Bucky supported his weight on his hands, allowing you to take control of his cock as he sat and enjoyed the lewd performance.

“I bet you’re fucking jealous now.” Bucky sneered at Roman as the corner of his mouth turned up in a sinister smirk.

Your hand accompanied your mouth—stroking his base while your mouth paid attention to his sensitive head—finding a perfect rhythm to bring Bucky over the edge. The other hand cupped his balls to fondle them.

“Look at me….”

You peered up at him through your thick lashes while you had your mouth and hands full of his cock and balls. Drool and tears covering all of you.

“...fucking shit, doll, you’re gonna make me come.” A few seconds later, he grunted as he reached his climax. His hand gripping your shoulder hard to brace himself.

Watching his face contour in pure pleasure, moaning, groaning and grunting while his thick load shoots down your throat must be one of the most pornographic scenes you’d ever witnessed. Your pussy fluttered at the sight and vocalisation of him—slickness running down your inner thighs.

Holy fucking shit.

You worked him thoroughly through his intense orgasm to make him feel as good as possible. Not letting a single drop of him go to waste—all of it trickled down your throat.

Once he had come down from his high, you pulled him out from your mouth, making his head leave with a pop. Bucky hisses as his sensitive cock is freed from your expert hold.

You were a mess—drool covering your face, hands and tits, but to Bucky, it was the most stunning you’d ever looked.

“Oh, baby. So beautiful and messy for me.”

With his hand holding your throat, he leaned down to give you a sloppy kiss which you whimpered into.

“Get on the bed.”

All giddy, you switched places with him. Your elbows supported your weight as you spread your legs for him, showing him your glistening and needy pussy.

“Fucking gorgeous.”

“Are you gonna fuck me, daddy?”

Bucky tugged your legs, pulling you further towards him—till your ass was right by the edge of your bed.

“Not yet, babydoll. I need to taste that pussy first.”

He finds a comfortable place on his knees between your spread legs so he can go to work in worshipping all of you, like the Goddess you are. His face is inches from where you so desperately need him, feeling his breath on you, making your pussy ache for him. You arch into his face, your hand running over his short hair, begging for him to taste you, touch you, do anything to you. To eat you out until he shatters your existence.

“Please, Bucky,” you pathetically plead.

“You want it, baby?”

The tip of his tongue flickers your nub. That simple touch has your whole body convulse on the bed and a soft whimper escaping you.

God, you were so needy.

“P-please.”

“I’ll make you feel so fucking good, princess,” he laid a simple kiss on your wet folds, making you convulse once more, “but first, I need to clean up this mess you’ve made, baby.” He was referring to the slickness that had spilt from you, running down your inner thighs.

While his hands caressed the side of your waist, making delicious tingles erupt on your skin, he went to work on cleaning you up with his tongue—licking up the mess you’ve made, moaning at your taste. “Your taste is outstanding, baby.” Your whimper in pain and pleasure as he nips the skin of your inner thigh with his teeth—his tongue soothing the sting after.

“You have the prettiest pussy; you know that, baby? I’m so lucky that I’m the only man who will ever get to see it, to taste it,” he licks your outer lips, which has you arch into him for more, “and to fuck this needy little cunt.”

Finally, he places his mouth where you desperately need it to be. He drags his broad tongue through your folds and flicks the tip of it on your clit. The action has you arch your back, and your eyes flutter shut.

“O-oh…”

A glob of his saliva hits your clit, trickling down your folds. He groans as he watches his mess mix with your own—making your pussy look like the most delicious five-star meal he’s ever seen.

“Look at him, baby. Look at him while I eat your pussy.”

You turned your head to look at the man bound in his chair. It’s fucked up to admit it, but it turned you on to have Bucky between your thighs while a beaten-down man watched. You could see him shaking in his chair, shock overloading his system while his bloodied face pleaded for mercy—for his hurt and misery to end.

Fuck, this was hot.

You moaned loudly as Bucky went to work on devouring your pussy like a starved man that hasn’t had a decent meal in forever. He drags his tongue through your slit multiple times to get all of your flavours. His groan against your pussy at the taste has you quiver on the mattress and a loud cry emitting from you.

He lewdly spits on your pussy to claim ownership over it before his lips wrap around your raw nub—altering between sucking and licking the sensitive nerve. You try to keep your focus on Roman, but your eyes flutter at the pleasure, your mind and vision becoming blurry.

Two fingers penetrate your velvet walls, stretching you out and reaching knuckle deep, making you wail out. Their tips brush against the spot that has you absolutely lose it, making you writhe on the bed. The other works your breast—palming the supple flesh in his grasp, pinching and pulling on your sensitive nipple. You're nothing but cries of pleasure—moaning, groaning and whimpering as Bucky works you to perfection.

You feel kind of embarrassed at how noisy and pathetic you sound, so you bite your bottom lip hard to try and keep yourself down. Bucky didn’t like that at all.

“No, no,” he releases your clit from his hold, “let him hear. Let him hear all your pretty noises, baby.”

He quickly returned his assaults on your swollen clit that throbbed in need. His fingers moved in and out of you at an expert pace, and his other hand worked your breast.

Upon his wishes, you let your cries of satisfaction flow freely—filling up the bedroom. Your breathing hitched in your throat as the buildup was nearing its breaking point, so close to shattering your whole existence—body and soul.

Both your hands are placed at the back of his head, keeping him there so that he cannot move away and deny you your pleasure under no circumstances. Your hips rock into his vicious mouth as you chase your orgasm—it’s right there, so close.

“Bucky,” you cry as you come hard, your toes curling and your whole body convulsing on the bed. You try keeping your gaze on Roman as the coil in your stomach snaps, but your eyes cross. The surge of intense pleasure on your mind and body is almost indescribable—you’ve never come so hard in your entire life. As stars blur your vision, you feel like you're floating on a cloud.

Bucky groans as he works through your orgasm, your clit throbbing in his mouth and your tight walls fluttering around his digits. He’s in awe as he watches you fall apart like you’ve never done before, and he doesn't stop pleasuring you until you are all but satisfied.

You sob from sensitivity as his mouth and fingers leave your used and abused pussy. You’re a panting and heaving mess as you try and come back to your senses.

“You have no idea how sexy and breathtaking you are when you come like that, baby,” he says before kissing your mound, making you twitch. He proceeds with his kisses up your stomach and gives each of your nipples a lick; each touch has you spasm on the bed at how overly sensitive your whole body feels. He comes to face you—gently laying a kiss on your lips so you can taste yourself.

“I really fucked you up, didn’t I? I’m the only one that can make you come like that, huh?”

All you can do is nod while babbling unfinished words as you still haven’t recovered from your high.

Bucky chuckled at your distant and fucked out state.

“I’ll fuck you up some more, doll. He’s gonna watch as I absolutely wreck you.”

He pulls you further up the bed until you’re both in the middle of it.

With his hard cock in hand, he taps the head on your swollen clit, making you twitch and sob; a weak no falls from your lips as you place your hand on his hip to try and push him off.

You can’t. You’re so overly sensitive that it hurts. You can’t take anymore. But Bucky didn’t seem to give a fuck. He wasn’t done with you.

“I-I c-can’t.”

“Yes, you can, baby.” He speaks through gritted teeth.

He takes your hand off him and pins it down on the mattress.

Again he taps your clit, pulling out the same reaction from you as before. He glides his leaking tip through your wet folds. Gradually, his cock gliding on your tingling nub feels fucking incredible, and you’re ready for him to wreck you with his length.

“Please, daddy, fuck me.”

He groaned out at your neediness for him and lined his tip with your quivering entrance. Slowly, inch by inch, he penetrates your tight velvet walls with his cock, making you whimper at the slight ache. His hands grasp the back of your thighs as he forces his way inside you, guttural groans rumbling in his throat as your warm and tight walls engulf him. The last bit of him he forcefully pushes inside you, slamming into your pelvis, making you sob a cry, and your eyes roll back—showing white. The feeling of fullness has you blabbering pleas for him to destroy and fuck you senseless.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so fucking tight.”

His voice is so deep and husky, making your walls flutter around his length, pulling out a heavy moan from him.

“I’ll fuck you so good, doll.”

He pulls out and then forces himself hard into you again, making you jolt and cry on the mattress. He does it a few times, being rough and abusive with it, before he starts fucking your tightness in deep and powerful strokes, slapping his skin against yours.

He hoists your legs on his shoulder, pinning them against his front, as he thrusts into you, his tip brushing your sweet spot each time he reaches deep inside you. You’re nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess as you take it all. Your hands grip the sheets to brace yourself, your eyes cross as he fucks you into oblivion, and your breasts bounce with each abusive thrust he delivers.

“My pussy. Mine, mine, mine, mine,” he grunts between each hard thrust, watching his length disappear through your walls.

There's nothing on your brain other than his cock—nothing but earth-shattering pleasure that it's giving.

You convey that you want him closer with grabby hands as you’re entirely speechless with how he’s fucking you.

Answering your pleas, he drops your legs on each side before lowering his body till his naked chest meets yours, holding his weight up so he won’t completely crush your sensitive body. His forehead rests on yours as his warm breath hits your face.

“So needy for my cock, huh? So needy for all of me?”

You can only let out a sound of approval.

“Good fucking girl.”

With the rolls of his hips, he manages to reach even deeper inside you, making you wail in pleasure. You wrap your legs around his hips and your arms around his neck, clinging to him with your weak strength. The buildup was fast due to your last orgasm, and you were ready to explode with pleasure once more.

“I-I-I’m go….”

You couldn't even form a coherent sentence, making Bucky chuckle at how good he was fucking your brains.

“You gonna come, baby?”

“U-uh, huh.”

“Look at him, baby,” with his fingers on your jaw; he turned your head to look at Roman, “look at him as you cream and make a mess all over my cock, you fucking whore. Look at him while I stuff your little cunt.”

You try to keep your focus on him, but it was near impossible with the way Bucky was fucking you, clouding your every sense.

A few more brutal thrusts, and you come hard, toes curling, almost blacking out at the intensity. Silent noises escape your open mouth, and your eyes roll as you explode around his cock—your walls viciously pulsating around his length and making a mess all over him. Tears streamed down your face as it became too much, too hard, but you wanted more; you wanted his cum to fill you so badly, so you pulled him in tighter with your weak legs, wanting him to spill his warm seed inside you.

With a heavy grunt, he spurts ropes after ropes of his cum inside you, decorating your walls. His hips snapped rapidly against you as he filled you up to the brim, emptying himself entirely and not stopping until you were both fucked out and satisfied.

“Good girl. Good fucking girl taking all of me.”

He stilled inside once he was done, making a breath of relief and satisfaction escape you, and a deep groan came from him at the aftershocks. He peppers kisses on your clammy neck and collarbone, whispering sweet praises and affirmation after being so dominant and rough with you. You hold him close, nuzzling your face into his short hair as you hum and sigh in contentment at being stuffed full of his cum.

A whimper falls from you as his body leaves yours, leaving you cold, followed by a sob as his cock leaves your used and abused hole, leaving you unfulfilled.

“Look at that, baby,” Bucky was fascinated with his cum trickling out of your quivering hole, ”such a pretty sight.” He collected all of the cum with his tip and pushed himself hard into you again, making you squeal. After giving you a few more strokes, he pulled out, making the cum flow out once more. He gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek, followed by some words that made your breath hitch.

“Stay still, baby. I need to show him.”

He what?

You were still and spread out like he requested, your body too sensitive and sore to move anyways. With hooded eyes, you watch Bucky’s naked behind as he walks away from you and over to the man bound tight in the corner.

Bucky removes the gag from Roman’s mouth, and you can hear him coughing blood and saliva as his voice is freed. He tries to say something, but it comes out as a gurgling sound.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you go unpunished from my club, you fucking filth?”

Bucky’s fist connects with Roman’s bloodied and bruised face—the noise of skin punching skin and the crackling of Roman’s teeth at the force of it is the most uncomfortable sound you’ve ever heard. You shut your eyes tight as Bucky hits him again, and then a last time.

“Did you really fucking think I would let you speak about my wife like that without me having your head for it?”

You still didn’t know what Roman had said to Bucky in the club, but it was obviously triggering. So Bucky had gone to this extent in showing him, and others for that matter, what happens when someone spoke about his possessions.

Bucky removed his restraints and pulled Roman by his hair over to you on the bed—propping him up so he rested on his knees, his bruised face close to your pussy.

You were lost for words at what was happening, at what Bucky was doing. You just closed your eyes tight and hoped that whatever was going to happen would be over soon.

“Look at that, huh. Look at it. Isn’t it so fucking beautiful?”

Bucky was referring to his cum seeping out of your quivering hole—making a beautiful mess.

Roman looked with hooded eyes and tried to say something, but his words came out strained and unclear.

“Fucking LOOK AT IT!”

Bucky yelled in his face. It startled you and made tears roll down your cheek. This feels so degrading… but my God, also so fucking hot at the same time—to have someone being forced to look at your most intimate part that’s just been used and abused and stuffed full of cum.

Roman looks with wide eyes now, well, one at least; the other one is too bruised to open fully. He makes a painful noise as Bucky pulls his head up by his hair.

“This is mine. My pussy,” Bucky spreads your lips, “this is my girl, my fucking wife, and that’s my fucking cum that’s claimed her. You will never ever get to touch her. Touch what rightfully belongs to me. How dare you come into my club and use your filthy disgusting words on my wife, especially after betraying me like that, you worthless piece of shit.”

Bucky tosses him to the ground, his body hitting the hard floor in a loud thud while he groans in pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” Bucky spat at him.

Bucky retrieves his phone from his jacket, and you hear his thumbs moving across the keyboard—typing a message. You’re unsure what’s happening and too tired and slightly traumatised to ask questions.

A few seconds later, there’s a knock on the bedroom door, and Bucky stands with his back, all tall and broad, to you, blocking your body so whoever is on the other end can’t see you fully exposed. Bucky doesn’t care about his own nudity in the slightest.

Whoever entered the room didn’t say anything, but you could hear them come closer and stop by Roman, waiting for Bucky to give them instructions.

“Dispose of him,” Bucky utters in a deep and sinister voice.

“Yes, Sir.”

You hear Roman getting pulled away, never to be seen again, and then a door closes, leaving only you and Bucky in your bedroom.

“Baby.”

His sweet and caring voice was back; his protective and warm touches were back—your loving husband. He cleans you off with his shirt and then cradles your body, making you sit on his lap as he wraps his tender, soft arms around your frame. You nuzzle your face into his sweaty neck, a tired sigh leaving you as his fingers run delicately on your clammy skin, soothing your aching flesh and lulling you to sleep.

“Are you ok, doll?” He takes your tired face in his hands, making you look at his concerned one, searching yours for any sign of stress or discomfort. “Was that too much? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry, doll, you had to see that, to hear that. That I had to put you through that.”

You honestly didn’t know what to say at what just unfolded—too tired and sore to process the whole event properly, but you were ok, for now. You were just happy to finally have your husband to yourself after such a pleasurable and vicious evening. All you wanted now was to fall asleep in his protective embrace.

All worries and questions about tonight could wait until the morning.

“I-I’m o-ok, James, just tired,” you yawn.

“Oh, baby…”

He scoots you up the bed—until you both rest your heads on the fluffy pillows, facing each other.

“... come here.”

You make yourself small and vulnerable as you nuzzle and cling to the embrace of your vicious lover and protector—his arms and legs holding you close. A content sigh breathes through you as your head tucks into his chest; listening to the calming beats of his heart—this was your home, where you wanted to be forever; despite Bucky’s brutal nature at times, you never ever wanted to leave his side.

Bucky’s murderous hands treat your skin like it's the most delicate thing in the world—softly stroking your back, making you shudder and purr in delight. Sweet words of affirmation are whispered against your hair, followed by a hum of a pleasant tune that slowly lulls you to sleep.

The last thing you hear are words that solidify your love and trust for your husband.

“You’re mine, mine only, my everything, and I love you beyond words, my sweet love….”

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