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natasharswifey · 5 months ago

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Happy birthday, by the way 🎂

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Requests open <3

Summary: After a few months of dating, you realise you don't know when Nat's birthday is. She isn't interested in celebrating, and when you ask, she refuses to tell you. But you are very determined.

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A/N: This is just a little fluff, also my first x reader fic. Love reading em so I thought I'd give it a go :3. Also I find it hard to read Y/N as my name so I'm using [...] instead!

Tags: Just fluff <3

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"Oh, come on, why won't you just admit it?"

"Because I can't deal with you inviting half of the United States to the tower for a party."

"Exaggeration."

Natasha raises a brow at you. "Oh really? And what about he time you put flyers around about Wanda's party?"

"She was turning 21!"

She gives you a 'really?' look and you know you aren't getting anything out of her. It just didn't make any sense, birthdays were the one day a year where it was all about you. Well that's everyday if you're Tony Stark, but for well functioning members of society it should count as the best day of the year.

"I will not be disclosing that information until I can trust you not to make a huge deal."

"What if I pinky promise?"

"You always overdo it, detka, it's just how you are." She plants a small kiss on your forehead and leaves you on the couch to begin plotting.

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"And then she said 'you always overdo it', give me a break!"

Wanda looks up from the pot she's stirring and chuckles, "I didn't know half the people the showed up at the tower on my 21st, [.....]"

"I knew I should've gone to Tony, he would get this."

"I don't think asking the most flamboyant Avenger would be very helpful in this situation."

"Right."

"I think you should just leave it, she'll probably tell you eventually." She gently taps a bit of salt into the pot.

"Or..."

"No."

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"I can read minds. It's a terrible idea."

"Firstly, reading Nat's mind to figure out her birthday is literally a flawless plan, and secondly, you're good reading my mind and not hers?"

"Natasha already set her boundaries with me, and plus I don't feel like getting my ass kicked for aiding and abetting."

"Thanks a lot Wands."

"Any time."

If Wanda wasn't going to cooperate then you were simply going to have to enlist the help of a certain blonde assassin.

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You hear Lucky and Fanny barking hysterically after you ring the doorbell, followed by fast paced footsteps and a small "One minute" from the other side of the door.

Usually a simple question would only warrant a text or phone call, but for some reason Yelena NEVER answers her phone. Unless it's from Kate of course, you're half convinced that she has a special ringtone and notification for her.

It's none other than the archer that answers the door, "Hey, [.....]! I didn't know you were coming over."

"I've actually dropped in unannounced, but I won't stay too long." You reassure her. Kate has a habit of forgetting things, including scheduled hang outs and honestly everything else that isn't attached to her body.

"Come on in!" She steps out of the way and shuts the door behind both of you.

You're immediately greeted by the two large dogs, fighting over your attention in a confusion of wagging tails and paws. Kate tries to get them under control and ultimately fails until they're distracted by Yelena calling them.

"That's totally not fair, they only listen to you." Kate complains and Yelena laughs.

"Because they love me more."

"Lies and deception!" Kate is soon distracted by the golden retriever pulling at her sleeve and gives Yelena a smug look before pouring all of her attention to him.

"Hey, Yelena."

"Hello, [......]. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Uh, I actually had a quick question. When's Natasha’s birthday?"

"Ah. I do not know."

"What?? But you're sisters!"

She shrugs, "She does not want me to know. Birthdays are not really Natasha’s thing, surely you must know that."

"Yeah, I know, it just doesn't make any sense."

"That's Natasha for you."

You sigh in defeat and sit down on one of the armchairs, your lap immediately occupied by Fanny who still wholeheartedly believes she's the size of a puppy.

"Well, there is someone else you could ask."

Your ears perk up, "Who?"

"Melina."

Ah. Melina. It wouldn't be fair to say that she hated you, but it also would be lying to say that she was fond of you. Perhaps you could ask Alexei instead.

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"Hello? Can you hear me?" You ask over the phone to your future father in law.

"HELLO? ARE YOU THERE, [......]?"

"Yeah, I'm-"

"I THINK MY WHATISUP IS BROKEN- MELINA!"

"No, no, Alexei there's really no need."

You hear the sound of footsteps and Melina scolding Alexei for always forgetting to turn up the volume before she picks up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello Melina."

"[........]. Do you need something?"

"When's Natasha’s birthday?"

"December third. Is that all?"

"But- that's today."

"I'm aware."

"Well, thank yo-" The phone cuts off before you finish your sentence and you're left with about two hours to plan a surprise party for a spy.

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"I did it, Wanda!"

"Only took you half the day."

"Okay, hater, I need you to help me surprise her."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"One hundered percent." You reply confidently. For most of the day you'd been discouraged, but now it was time for you to trust your gut.

Soon enough you've formed a team of Kate, Yelena and Wanda gathered in one of the common rooms of the tower.

"Alright, Wanda you can be in charge of snacks, Kate you can do decorations, and Yelena you can find us the cake."

"Can-"

"No it may not have profanities on it."

The blonde sighs but jumps into action with the other two. Now all you have to do is buy them some time.

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You greet Natasha at the tower's entrance with a huge smile plastered on your face.

"Hi, Nat!"

"Hey, [.......]. How was your day?"

"A little hectic. Wanna go for a walk?"

"I would love to but I need to sleep for at least ten hours straight."

You step in front of Natasha as she starts to head inside, "Wait- Uh, did you know walking actually improves energy levels?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow, "What's up with you?"

"Nothing."

"For some strange reason I do not believe that." She holds you in place by your shoulders and steps around you, but you take her arm and try to steer her to the kitchen, your plans are foiled by Lucky and Fanny who bound up to Natasha happily.

"What are Yelena and Kate's kids doing here? Seriously, what is going on?"

"Uhh."

"Insightful."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She stares you down for a few seconds before suddenly moving towards your shared quarters and only speeds up once she realises you're trying to stop her.

The red head clears the stairs in a few seconds and opens the door, only to be met with pitch black. When she steps through and flicks on the light Wanda, Yelena and Kate jump out from behind the couch and yell "Surprise!".

The look on her face is priceless when she turns to you, "How- when did you-"

"I have my ways."

Natasha pulls you into a tight hug and you hug her back even tighter when you feel a small damp patch forming on your shoulder.

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"Okay, now make a wish!" Yelena says excitedly, the three of you are crowded around the table where the birthday girl sits in front of her cake.

"Alright, alright." She closes her eyes and blows out the candles, which prompts a cheer from everyone in the room.

The five of you all squish onto the couch to watch a movie and eat snacks and cake, with Natasha curled into your side.

"So, did I 'overdo' it?" You ask playfully.

You hear her chuckle, "It was perfect."

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Tysm for readinggg, If you liked it I have more stuff in my masterlist :)). Reqs are open!!

Also, if you saw the unfinished version of this when I posted it by accident, no you did not.

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buckets-and-trees · 1 month ago

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Entanglement

Characters/Pairings: mean Alpha!Bucky x curvy Female!Omega!Reader Word Count: 4.9k Summary: After spending the night with Alpha Bucky, the two of you address the shape of things moving forward. (not a stand-alone read)

Content/Warnings: omegaverse; reluctant attraction; power dynamics; manipulation; threats; dirty talk; explicit smut: somnophilia (mentioned/off-screen), knotting, vaginal fingering, edging, orgasm denial, unprotected vaginal intercourse and insemination; beefy Bucky; size kink; semi-public sexual situation

Author Notes: Surprise! It's been almost three months, but TA DA I STILL WRITE BUCKKY FICS! Excited to finally get back to this specific AU, too... It didn't start as a series, but now that it's transformed into that in my head, I have so much in store for you!!! This is the fourth fic for my Birthday Jubilee.

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You moan as you come into consciousness. You’re naked in bed with your naked alpha, and he already has your leg hitched up over his hip, cock sunk into your cunt. Your body responds immediately, rocking against him as he lazily thrusts into you. Bucky's stubble scratches against your neck as he nuzzles insistently against one of the bonding marks.

"Good morning, Omega," he murmurs, his voice still rough with sleep.

"Alpha," you breathe, tilting your head to give him better access. Your body is rested but you feel the aches of having been thoroughly used - even through your sleep.

He picks up the pace slightly, grinding his hips more forcefully against yours. One of his hands slides down to grip your ass, pulling you tighter against him. You moan as the new angle allows him to hit deeper inside you.

"Always so wet for me," Bucky growls approvingly. "My perfect Omega, always ready for her Alpha's cock."

You whimper at his words, feeling yourself grow even slicker around him. He rolls onto to his back, and pulls you over the top of him.

You gasp as you sink down fully onto Bucky's thick cock, the new position allowing him to penetrate even deeper. His hands grip your hips tightly as he guides you into a slow, rolling rhythm.

"That's it, ride your Alpha's cock," he growls, his eyes dark with lust as they roam over your body.

You brace your hands on his broad chest and begin to move more forcefully, lifting yourself up until just the tip remains inside before sinking back down. Bucky groans in approval, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to bruise.

"Such a good omega," he praises. "Taking me so well."

His words send a fresh wave of arousal through you. You increase your pace, chasing your pleasure as you bounce on his cock. Bucky's hips begin to thrust up to meet yours, driving himself even deeper.

Your movements grow more frantic as you chase your release. Bucky's hands roam over your body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. You can feel a knot starting to form at the base of his cock - your knot, for you. The sensations of his cock filling you and his hands on your sensitive flesh have your omega side keening and spiraling quickly towards orgasm.

"Yes, cum for me," Bucky growls. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock."

His words push you over the edge and you cry out as your orgasm crashes over you. Your inner walls clamp down on Bucky's thick length as waves of pleasure course through your body.

Bucky groans at the sensation of your clenching pussy. He grips your hips tightly and begins to thrust up into you hard and fast, chasing his own release. The overstimulation has you whimpering and clutching at his chest.

"Take it," he growls, and you feel his knot swell and lock inside you. You whimper but throw your head back as his hips stutter and then he spills his hot seed inside you, continuing to thrust as much as he can. Your walls clench to milk him.

“So deep inside you,” he snarls, “every drop is yours, every shudder is mine.”

You collapse onto Bucky's chest, panting heavily as aftershocks of pleasure ripple through you. His arms wrap around you, holding you close as his knot continues to pulse inside you. You nuzzle into his neck, inhaling his musky alpha scent.

"Such a good omega," Bucky murmurs, stroking your back. "Taking your alpha's knot so well."

You hum contentedly, basking in the praise and the feeling of being filled and claimed. Your body feels languid and sated. This is why he so dangerous to you. Bucky shifts slightly, causing his knot to tug at your sensitive flesh. You whimper at the sensation.

"Shh, I've got you," he soothes, continuing to stroke up and down your spine. For a moment, you allow yourself to forget about the complexities of your situation and simply enjoy the intimacy, the physical connection, tapping into the primal part of you he awakened the first instant he touched you.

After several minutes, Bucky speaks. “So you want a more traditional alpha and omega co-habitation. You want the physical connection – the sex, my knot. But what else do you want?”

Reality crashes back in and you tense slightly. Bucky notices immediately.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

There’s a rumble of a laugh in his chest. It’s not mirthful, it’s still cold, but it’s not heated or angry.

“Omega, let’s acknowledge the reality of what exists here. I wanted to annex your lands, to take over your people and your pack, and to have you as my bonded mate to unequivocally consolidate my power in this region. You’ve had a week to sit with that. I know you didn’t want to see me only to get my cock in your cunt, but while I have you here, knotted and unable to move, I want you to be honest with me. What do you want from our situation?”

You let out a trepidatious chirp - a sound you have never made before.

“I’m open to hearing what you want.”

You study his eyes, his expression is guarded but closed off, reflecting his claim to openly hear you.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. "I want to be involved in the governance of our territory. Not just as a figurehead or trophy omega, but to have real input and influence. I was raised for this. I know my people, our needs and challenges. I can help you rule more effectively."

Your father had already been having discussions with you about the possibility and timing of stepping down from his position as governor to ensure a smooth transfer of power rather than risk the danger of anyone challenging your claim to take his place when he died, female and omega that you were.

Bucky's eyes narrow slightly as he considers your words. "Go on."

"It's in both our interests," you reply carefully. "Happy, well-governed subjects are less likely to rebel. And as your bonded omega, my fate is tied to yours now. I have no incentive to work against you."

He's silent for a long moment, his piercing gaze searching your face. Finally, he gives a small nod. "I'll consider it. Coming into this, I knew the potential that could be forged with having you as the omega by my side. But make no mistake - I know you will have your own agenda, and I will be watching you closely. Do not work against me. Where we align, there will not be a problem. One hint of betrayal, and I’ll make good on my threat to make this apartment your isolated prison.”

You nod, accepting his terms. "I understand. I'm not looking to undermine you.” That may not be fully true, but you knew you needed to commit to the cause and do what you could for the greater good. “I want the people to be safe and prosper and I want to have a voice in decisions that affect them."

Bucky studies you for another long moment before speaking. "We'll start small. You can attend council meetings as an observer. If you prove yourself trustworthy and valuable, we can discuss expanding your role."

Relief - even a small, reserved amount of excitement - courses through you. It's more than you'd dared hope for so soon. "Thank you."

He shifts his hips, causing his still-swollen knot to tug at your sensitive flesh. You gasp at the sensation.

“I won't betray you, Alpha."

His hands slide up to cup your face, tilting your head to meet his gaze directly. "See that you don't. I can be a generous alpha when pleased, but cross me and you'll regret it deeply."

The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down your spine. You know he means every word.

“Now, let’s seal it with a kiss again,” he says, closing the gap between your lips.

You melt into the kiss, your body responding instinctively to your alpha's touch. It’s heady and possessive, but slow. You wonder how much of this kiss is for him and how much is for you. Through the bond, you can feel a hunger and a satisfaction for his part. For you, you’re under no illusion of how much the physical interactions with your alpha continually draw you more into him, tapping into psychology, biology, and chemistry.

As the kiss deepens, you feel a renewed stirring of arousal. Bucky's hands roam your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touch. His knot has begun to subside, allowing him to rock his hips slightly. You moan into his mouth at the sensation.

"Ready for another round, Omega?" he murmurs against your lips.

You whimper as he begins to move more purposefully, his cock sliding in and out of your sensitive channel. The overstimulation borders on too much, but you can't help but push back against him, chasing the pleasure.

"So eager," he growls approvingly. "My insatiable omega."

He rolls you both over, pressing you into the mattress with his weight. His cock, still hard, slides deeper inside you. You moan at the sensation, arching your back to take him even further.

Bucky sets a slow, deliberate pace, each thrust deep and purposeful. His eyes lock onto yours, intense and penetrating. You feel pinned by his gaze as much as by his body.

"Mine," he growls, punctuating the word with a particularly forceful thrust. "My omega."

The possessiveness in his voice sends a shiver through you. Your omega instincts revel in his claim, even as part of you remains wary.

"Yours, Alpha," you breathe, your body responding to his every move.

Bucky's pace increases, his hips snapping against yours with growing urgency. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. Your nails rake down his back as the pleasure builds, leaving red trails in their wake.

"That's it," he growls. "Mark me."

His words surprise you, but you don't have time to dwell on them as he shifts enough to slide his hand between your bodies to manipulate your clit.

You cry out as his fingers expertly circle your sensitive bud, pleasure building rapidly. Bucky's thrusts grow more forceful, driving you towards the edge.

"Cum for me," he commands, his voice low and rough. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my cock again."

His words, combined with the relentless stimulation, push you over the edge. You arch against him, crying out as waves of pleasure crash over you. Your inner walls clamp down on his length, pulsing rhythmically.

Bucky groans at the sensation, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you and you feel his cock pulse as he spills his seed, but blessedly there is no knot this time.

You both pant heavily, coming down from your shared high. Bucky's weight presses into you before he rolls off, pulling out his softening cock. You whimper at the loss of fullness and his seed trickles out of you as he pulls you up to stand on shaky legs.

"Go shower," he orders with a smack to your ass. "The escort team will be here in forty-five minutes. All of your personal effects will be moved after our departure.”

You nod, still dazed from the intense mating, and make your way to the adjoining bathroom on unsteady legs. The hot water feels heavenly on your skin, soothing aching muscles and washing away the evidence of your activities. As you lather your body, your mind races with thoughts of what's to come, reflecting on the unexpected turn your conversation with Bucky had taken.

Attending council meetings is a start, but you know you'll have to tread carefully. Bucky's warning echoes in your mind. You can't afford to make any missteps, not when you're just beginning to gain a foothold. It's more than you'd dared hope for when you first thought to speak with Bucky - he was right, you had wanted more than just a night of sex. But you're also wary. Bucky is cunning and ruthless - you can't afford to let your guard down or mistake this concession for weakness.

You're so lost in thought that you don't hear the bathroom door open. Suddenly, the glass shower door is pulled open and Bucky steps in behind you.

You gasp as Bucky's large frame fills the spacious shower, steam swirling around his muscular body. The multiple shower heads spray warm water from various angles, creating a misty cocoon around you both. Droplets cascade down his chiseled chest and abs, following the defined lines of his physique. Your eyes are drawn to the trail of dark hair leading down to his impressive manhood, which hangs thick and heavy between his legs even in its flaccid state.

Your body tenses in anticipation, expecting his hands to roam your wet skin or for him to press you against the cool tile wall. But Bucky simply reaches past you for the soap, his arm brushing tantalizingly against your breast as he does so. The brief contact sends a shiver through you, your nipples hardening despite the warm water.

He begins to lather himself methodically, starting with his broad shoulders and working his way down his sculpted chest. Your eyes follow his movements, mesmerized by the play of muscles under his skin as he moves. Soap suds trail down the planes of his abdomen, outlining each defined ridge.

You expect him to turn his attention to you at any moment, to pull you against his slick body and claim your mouth in a hungry kiss. But he remains focused on his task, seemingly oblivious to your presence.

Bucky turns to rinse, giving you a tantalizing view of his muscular back and firm ass. Water cascades down the curve of his spine, and you have to physically restrain yourself from reaching out to trace its path with your fingers.

He turns back around, and your eyes jump up to look at his face. He’s smirking. “Show’s over, Omega.”

He steps past you and grabs a towel as he exits the shower.

“Hurry up. Professional dress today - your timing lands you a chance to prove yourself at a council meeting this morning.”

The shower door closes behind Bucky, you're left alone again with your thoughts as you resume your shower routine, and those thoughts fixate on the alpha who just left.

Bucky's presence had filled the shower completely, dwarfing you with his sheer size. You recall how his broad shoulders nearly spanned the width of the stall, how his head nearly brushed the ceiling. Even among alphas, Bucky is exceptionally large - a mountain of a man, all hard muscle and raw power.

A shiver runs through you that has nothing to do with the water temperature. Bucky could crush you without breaking a sweat if he wanted to. The thought should terrify you, but as you are no small woman, you’ve never felt so small, so delicate, as you do when he's looming over you or manhandling your body. You have been with betas before - some of them almost as large in stature as your alpha - yet none of them had come close to his strength.

As you lather your body, your hands glide over your curves and you're struck by a realization. With Bucky, you haven't once felt self-conscious about your body. In the past, with other partners, you'd always been hyper-aware of your perceived flaws - the softness of your stomach, the stretch marks on your thighs, the way your breasts weren't perfectly symmetrical. You'd strategically angled yourself during sex, tried to keep certain parts covered, worried about how you looked in various positions.

But with Bucky, all those insecurities had vanished. From the moment he first laid hands on you, he'd appreciated every inch of your body with a fervor that left no room for doubt. His large hands had roamed your curves with hunger, desire, squeezing and kneading appreciatively. He'd kissed and licked every stretch mark, every dimple. When his hands roamed your skin, they didn't shy away from the areas you usually tried to hide. He’s not soft or reverent for you like a lover, but he seems to revel in satisfaction over your body and that you’re his omega.

You finish your shower quickly, mindful of Bucky's warning about time. As you step out and begin to dry off, you catch sight of yourself in the large mirror. Your skin is flushed from the hot water and recent activities, and you can see faint marks where Bucky's stubble had scraped against your neck and chest. Your fingers trace over one of the bonding marks, still tender and slightly raised.

Once you’ve dried off, you wrap up in a silk dressing robe, and set to brushing your teeth, finishing up your skincare, fixing your hair, and applying some makeup.

You choose a sleek, professional outfit from your wardrobe - a tailored blazer and pencil skirt in a deep navy, paired with a crisp white blouse.

You're applying one last finishing touch to your makeup when there's a knock at the door. "Time to go, Omega," Bucky's voice barks through the door.

“Yes, Alpha,” you respond.

You exit the bathroom to find Bucky already dressed in a sharp dark suit. He's adjusting his tie in the mirror when he catches your eye in the reflection.

Bucky's eyes rake over your form appreciatively, appraising you from top to bottom. "Ready to play politics, Omega?"

You nod, smoothing your skirt. "Of course."

Bucky turns to face you, closing the distance between you in two long strides. His large hands settle on your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"Remember," he says, his voice low and intense, "you're there to observe. Don't speak unless spoken to. If you have any insights, you share them with me privately first. Understood?"

You swallow hard and nod. "Yes, Alpha."

He studies your face for a moment, then leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss. It's brief but passionate, leaving you breathless when he pulls away.

He’s doing this on purpose - plying you with the physical connections he must be able to sense have your omega bending to him as your alpha.

"Time to go,” he commands and strides out of the room.

You follow after him down the hall and to the small entryway to the apartment he’s kept you in.

You stop short when you recognize the escort team to be members of the infamous STRIKE team.

Their expressions are impassive, but you can feel the weight of their scrutiny. These are the same ruthless operatives who helped Bucky seize control of your territory. The memory of their efficiency and brutality during the takeover is still fresh in your mind. None of these men and women were people you had ever wanted to see again.

Their presence is intimidating, a stark reminder of your new reality, but you force yourself to keep your chin up and your gait steady as you follow and take up a position next to Bucky as he speaks with the one you remembered went by Rumlow.

One of the other men near you, the name Rawlins emblazoned over his chest, sneers at you. “I’m surprised you’re able to stand.”

Your eyes widen, and your gut roils with humiliation, but before you can even respond, Bucky turns, and the room goes silent. You notice his hand clenched into a fist at his side.

His voice is low and laced with warning as he addresses the team. “If any of you ever lay a hand on my omega, you’ll lose that hand. Glance at her with a look of anything other than protection, and I’ll take your eyes out. Now that my expectations have been communicated, I do not expect any problems.”

There’s a collective murmurs of assent from the team.

Bucky's hand settles on the small of your back, a possessive gesture that both steadies and unsettles you. "Let's move," he orders, and the team falls into formation around you both.

“Oh, and Rawlins? You’re being reassigned to security in Jacksonville. You can leave once we’ve departed from here.”

As you exit the apartment, you're immediately encircled by the STRIKE team's tight formation. At the end of the long corridor, the elevator arrives with a soft chime, its polished doors sliding open to reveal a spacious interior lined with rich mahogany paneling and gleaming brass fixtures.

Bucky guides you inside with a firm hand on your lower back. The STRIKE team files in around you, their bulky tactical gear a stark contrast to the elevator's luxurious ambiance. As the doors close, you catch a glimpse of Rawlins' scowling face before he disappears from view.

The descent is smooth and silent, the only sound the soft hum of the elevator's mechanisms. You can feel the tension radiating from the STRIKE team, their bodies coiled and ready for action at any moment. It’s unnerving, but Bucky seems completely used to this atmosphere.

After descending ten floors, the elevator doors slide open with another soft chime, revealing a vast underground parking garage. The cool, damp air hits you as you step out, a stark contrast to the climate-controlled building above.

The STRIKE team moves in perfect formation around you and Bucky, their boots making barely a whisper on the ground. You can't help but wonder at their efficiency and silent communication - a well-oiled machine of lethal precision.

Approaching a line of identical black SUVs, you notice the subtle differences that mark them as military-grade vehicles. The windows are thicker, clearly bulletproof, and the body seems reinforced. You wonder briefly what kind of firepower these are designed to take.

Bucky guides you towards the middle SUV, his hand still firmly on your lower back. One of the STRIKE team members steps forward to open the rear passenger door. Bucky ushers you inside first. The interior is plush leather, but you notice the reinforced paneling and what looks like hidden compartments - likely for weapons.

Bucky settles in beside you, his large frame taking up most of the backseat. Two STRIKE members climb into the front, while the rest disperse to the other vehicles. As the convoy pulls out of the garage, you feel a mixture of anticipation and trepidation about what's to come. The council meeting represents your first opportunity to observe the inner workings of Bucky's administration and potentially begin to carve out a role and strategy for yourself.

The ride is silent save for the low hum of the engine. Bucky seems lost in thought, his gaze fixed out the window. You take the opportunity to study his profile - the sharp line of his jaw, the slight furrow between his brows.

His hair is neatly styled, but you can see a few strands threatening to escape, curling slightly at the nape of his neck. You remember how those strands felt between your fingers when you gripped his hair in the throes of passion.

His brow is furrowed slightly, creating a small crease between his eyebrows that you have an inexplicable urge to smooth with your thumb. His eyes, a stormy blue-gray, are focused intently on something outside the window, when he says, “Like what you see with the clothing on in the light of day?”

You feel a flush creep up your neck at being caught staring. "I was just..." you trail off.

Bucky doesn’t turn to face you, but his lips quirk into a small smirk. "Just admiring the view?" he finishes for you, his voice low and teasing.

You swallow hard, suddenly very aware of how close he is in the confines of the SUV. "I was thinking about the council meeting," you lie, trying to regain your composure. Though it wasn’t a total lie.

"Is that so?" He asks skeptically. His hand slides onto your thigh, the heat of his palm searing through the thin fabric of your skirt. "I shouldn’t have let you shower before we left. Having my cum leaking out of you would serve as a good reminder of who you belong to. "

Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers begin to trace slow circles on your inner thigh. "Alpha," you breathe, your voice barely above a whisper. Your thighs clench involuntarily at his touch.

Bucky's hand slides higher, pushing your skirt up as he goes. "You're mine, Omega," he growls softly, his fingers brushing against the edge of your panties. "Don't forget that when we're in that meeting room."

You bite your lip to stifle a moan as his fingers press against your clothed center. Even through the fabric, you can feel how wet you've become.

"I won't forget," you manage to say, your voice breathy and unsteady.

You glance nervously at the STRIKE team members in the front seat, but they seem studiously focused on the road ahead, giving no indication that they're aware of what's happening in the backseat.

Bucky's fingers hook under the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. You gasp as he slides a finger along your slick folds.

"We shouldn't..." you start to protest weakly, but your body betrays you as you unconsciously part your legs slightly.

"Shouldn't what?" he asks, feigning nonchalance though there's a predatory gleam in his eyes when he finally turns to look though there's a predatory gleam in his eyes when he finally turns to look at you. His finger continues to tease along your folds, gathering your slickness. "Shouldn't remind you of your place? Shouldn't make sure you're properly prepared for the meeting?"

You bite back a moan as he slowly pushes a thick finger inside you. Your hips buck involuntarily, seeking more friction.

"That's it," he murmurs approvingly. "Take what your alpha gives you."

He begins to pump his finger in and out at an agonizingly slow pace. You clutch at the leather seat, torn between the need for more and the awareness of your surroundings.

"Alpha," you whimper, your voice barely audible. "Please."

"Please what?"

"Please..." you breathe, struggling to find words as his finger continues its torturous pace. "We're almost there."

Indeed, through the tinted windows you can see you're approaching the majestic capitol building for the territory.

You bite your lip hard to stifle a moan as he adds a second finger, but maintains the same slow pace. The wet sounds of his ministrations seem obscenely loud in the quiet car, and you pray the STRIKE team members can't hear.

Bucky leans in close, his lips brushing your ear as he whispers, "I want you to remember this feeling when we're in that meeting room. Remember how easily I can reduce you to a quivering mess, how your body responds to my touch. Remember you’re mine."

His fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. Your hips buck involuntarily as pleasure courses through you. You're teetering on the edge, so close to release.

But then Bucky abruptly withdraws his hand, leaving you aching and empty. You whimper at the loss, your body still thrumming with unfulfilled need.

"Alpha," you plead softly, your eyes wide and desperate.

Bucky smirks, bringing his glistening fingers to his lips. He maintains eye contact as he slowly licks your arousal from his digits. "And I’ll have this pretty cunt begging for me whenever it suits me.”

You open your mouth to respond, but at that moment, the SUV comes to a stop. You glance out the window to see you've arrived at the capitol building. The neoclassical architecture looms over you, its white marble facade gleaming in the morning sun.

"Fix yourself," he says.

You quickly smooth down your skirt and adjust your panties, trying to compose yourself as the STRIKE team begins to exit the vehicles. Your heart is racing, a mixture of arousal and anxiety coursing through you.

Bucky gives you a predatory smirk before his face settles into a neutral expression. As the door opens, he steps out first, then turns to offer you his hand. You take it, grateful for the support as you exit on slightly shaky legs.

The cool morning air helps clear your head a bit as you follow Bucky up the grand steps of the capitol building. The STRIKE team forms a protective perimeter around you, their eyes constantly scanning for threats.

Inside, your heels click against the polished marble floors as you make your way through ornate hallways. Portraits of past leaders line the walls, their stern faces seeming to judge you as you pass. You wonder how long it will be before you feel confident in these halls again instead of conquered.

You try to focus on your surroundings, taking in the grandeur of the building you once knew so well. But your body is still humming with unfulfilled desire, making it difficult to concentrate. You can feel your arousal dampening your panties with each step.

Approach the council chamber, you see a group of men in suits waiting outside. They straighten up as Bucky approaches, a mixture of fear and respect in their eyes. You recognize some of them as former advisors to your father, now serving under Bucky's regime.

"Gentlemen," Bucky greets them, his voice carrying authority.

“Everyone is assembled and waiting, sir,” one man steps forward to report.

“And no excuses or absences?”

“No,” he answers.

"Wise of them," Bucky says with a nod. “Let’s not keep them waiting any longer.”