Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader Summary: A/B/O!AU. Female!Reader is an Omega. Alphas and Omegas are rare, and Reader’s been able to avoid alphas through sheer force of will and luck in equal parts. Warnings: a/b/o dynamics, violence, knotting, vaginal sex, unprotected sex Word Count: ~9k A/N: I’m legitimately pissed this got deleted in the great Tumblr Purge 2k18. This was my most popular singular fic. Fuck the new Community Guidelines. In I wasn’t clear, this is a repost of my original work that got deleted in December 2018.
Bucky’s POV
The first time he smelled her was when he was on a mission. Vanilla and Wildflower. The single-minded focus that had been drilled into him by the Hydra brainwashing and training was severed in an instant and his head whipped around to search for the source. He tore his mask off and dropped it onto the ground unceremoniously, sniffing the air frantically as he tried to pinpoint the scent. His blood sang in his veins.
The scents of the city made it hard to pinpoint her, but he wouldn’t give up. He left the spot he’d been staking out for hours, rifle forgotten on the ledge as he jumped off of the roof, dropping two stories onto the ground and rolled to diffuse the worst of the impact. His knees protested in agony anyway, but he ignored them along with the shocked cries of bystanders as he followed her scent.
He’d smelled other Omegas before. Most of them had been claimed, just a passing flicker of recognition in the back of his mind while he was out on mission. Rarely, he’d catch the scent of an unclaimed Omega, but even then it was only a brief, fleeting distraction, his Hydra programming overriding his biological programming.
Something about this Omega broke the control Hydra had over his mind, cutting through the fog with ease. He realized distantly that he’d started remembering things about himself; the feeling of chasing after an omega was familiar, linking him back to a life that had long been erased from his memory.
He had to find her. He wove between pedestrians, most of them avoiding him, likely in fear. They didn’t know who he was- the deadly assassin The Winter Soldier-, but between the way he was dressed, his metal arm, and the pheromones he was surely exerting, they couldn’t get out of his way fast enough.
The scent was growing stronger and there was something else there, now. Fear? Yes, it was fear. She was afraid. Had she caught wind of him? Omegas were sometimes known to have a greater sense of smell than even Alphas. Still, it seemed unlikely; he should have been upwind from her.
He picked up his pace. He knew he was getting closer; her scent was getting stronger with each step he took. He could nearly taste it. She wasn’t in heat yet but she was close- oh so close.
His search led him to a sleek skyscraper in the middle of the city. People in expensive suits came and went but Bucky paid them little to no mind, threw open the doors, and made a beeline for the security gate. The moment he’d entered the building her scent had nearly overwhelmed him. She clearly came here often. The guards tried to stop him from going further into the building, but he quickly incapacitated them, a feral snarl on his lips; he was still in enough of his right mind to leave them breathing, but every second he spent inhaling her scent whittled away at his patience. He wrecked the alarm system and destroyed the computers at the front desk for good measure.
He took the stairs, feet eating up the levels faster than any normal man could dream of imitating. He paused at each new floor long enough to open the door and see if her scent originated there, but each new level was a bust and the scent only got stronger as he got closer to the top. He growled when he reached the end of the stairs, glaring at the sign on the wall signaling that the only other thing above him now was the roof. He yanked on the door handle but it only creaked in its frame. He gripped it instead with his metal hand and pulled hard, bracing one foot against the door frame for leverage. The gears in his arm whirred against the strain he was putting on it, but after a moment the door gave a pitiful squeal as he wrenched it off of its hinges and threw it behind him. It clattered loudly down the stairwell but Bucky barely heard it. Her scent washed over him like a tidal wave. It seemed the Omega worked on the top floor. He stepped through the door and took in his surroundings quickly. The top floor appeared to be a lavish office and waiting room. The door to the office was closed, thick wooden doors hiding whatever lied beyond. His enhanced hearing picked up on something hiding behind the receptionist’s desk and he stalked forward slowly, not making a sound.
Whoever was behind it was breathing heavily, obviously terrified. The scent he’d followed here was completely overriding his sense of smell. He could tell there were usually multiple people on this floor, but he couldn’t pinpoint how many or where they were at that moment. He lunged over the desk suddenly, pinning the person on the other side to the ground.
The receptionist shrieked in fear, staring up at him, wide-eyed. He leaned down next to her neck and inhaled deeply. He nearly recoiled in disgust. Just a Beta. Not the scent he followed here.
“Who else is on this level?” he asked, voice rough with disuse.
Speaking only seemed to scare her more; she let out a squeak and closed her eyes tightly as though he’d disappear if she couldn’t see him anymore.
“Answer me,” he growled, pheromones rolling off his body in waves. Betas couldn’t smell them like Alphas and Omegas could, but they still influenced them subconsciously.
“My boss. Ms. (Y/L/N),” she whimpered, breathless.
“Run,” he commanded, standing a half second later to let her up. She bolted to her feet and sprinted for the door to the stairs, her high heels flying off her feet as she went. She disappeared into the stairwell in a flurry of curled blond hair and Bucky shifted his attention to the doors of the office.
He walked up and yanked on the doors. They didn’t open, but he hadn’t expected them to. The door to this floor had been reinforced and every other door he’d tried hadn’t been. This floor, this ‘Ms. (Y/L/N),’ had special protection.
“Open the door,” he demanded, his nostrils flaring in anger. He could try and be civil, but his blood was boiling.
“Not gonna happen,” came a muffled response from the other side. “I know what you are, and this isn’t the first time one of you has come after me,” she said, sounding determined.
Defiance? From an Omega? That was a new one. He grinned wolfishly. It seemed like this might actually be a little bit of fun.
“I tried bein’ nice. Stand back, little Omega,” he warned. He waited a second before he reeled his arm back and let his fist fly towards the door. To his surprise, a loud resounding metal clang rang throughout the room. His fist had breached a layer of wood only to be met with a layer of steel. He snarled his anger, slamming his flesh fist against the door in annoyance.
“This won’t keep me out,” he said, bringing his fist back for another blow.
“That’s what they all say,” she said, sounding breathless. He tasted her fear and arousal in the air and he groaned. Why did she smell so damn amazing?
“Well, Doll, those others ain’t nothin’ like me,” he said as he let another devastating punch fly at the door.
“It’s reinforced with steel, so unless you brought a battering ram-” she was cut off when he landed another blow which dented the metal and caused the doors to squeak on their hinges.
“Like I said, stand back,” he said, smirking, as he threw more punches at the door. Two more blows and they flew open, one barely staying on its hinges. The other flew a foot or so until it crashed to the ground, shaking the floor with its weight. His eyes locked onto her immediately and he groaned with desire at the sight in front of him.
Your POV
In somewhat detached horror, you watched from your spot on the floor on the other side of the room as your expensive reinforced doors were effectively destroyed. Never in all your years had an alpha actually managed to break through them. Hell, none of them had ever made it past the stairwell door. You knew this was the alpha that had been following you from the center of town. His scent had come flooding in the moment he made it to the top floor; a rainy forest and gunpowder. It affected you worse than any alpha ever had, as evidenced by your sopping underwear. You were panting and you were so hot if felt like your body was on fire. You rubbed your thighs together, needing to relieve some of the tension that had built up there. It didn’t help; in fact, it only seemed to make it worse. His blue eyes locked onto yours and you trembled, hand slipping down between your legs to rub yourself through your clothing.
He was huge, this alpha, and armed to the teeth. You spotted at least two guns, a few grenades, and a knife. It only took a quick glance at his left arm to understand how he’d made it through your door. His pupils dilated until the steel blue of his irises was but a thin line around the endless black.
“Please go,” you whined, desperate, unable to look away from him.
“I can’t do that, little Omega,” he said, stepping towards you. “You’re effecting me as much as I’m effecting you,” he said, closing the distance between you in a few measured steps. You glanced down at the bulge in his pants, confirming his words. Even though he was wearing tight leather it was obvious he was well endowed.
He used every ounce of his patience and newly regained compassion as he knelt down in front of you, eyes roaming every inch of you. She’s gorgeous, this Omega, he thought to himself. He had to have you; how you’d stay unclaimed was slightly beyond him. You could have any man you wanted, Alpha or no.
“You won’t relieve that need by yourself,” he whispered, running a hand up your thigh slowly. You whimpered at the touch, eyes hazy with want. He leaned in, nuzzling your cheek as his metal hand snuck under your shirt, making you shiver. It felt downright frigid compared to your blazing skin. “I know you want me, Omega. I smelled it before I even entered the building. Accept me. I’ll make everything better,” he murmured, breath tickling your ear. His voice was a low, hoarse growl, as though he wasn’t used to speaking.
His words fried what was left of your brain, and your primal Omega urges kicked in. You nodded, arms wrapping around his neck as you planted kisses onto his neck and jaw. “Please, Alpha. Help me,” you murmured.
“Good girl. I’m going to make you feel so good,” he purred, lifting you up from the ground as he stood. He pushed you up against your desk, hands roving your body greedily. You wrapped a leg around his waist, grinding your core against his strained leather pants. He growled, pulling your hips into his as he crushed himself against your core. You moaned, the friction feeling amazing against your touch-starved pussy. He grabbed your leg and pulled it off of his hip. You only had a second to wonder at his actions before he ripped open the button on your pants and peeled them down your legs, nearly taking your underwear with them. Your heels came off with them, clattering to the ground beside your desk.
His fingers ran along the lace of your underwear slowly. You looked up at him and he stared down at you as though you were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He relished the way the lace felt against his fingers and the way you looked at him. Your gaze made him feel once again like the powerful Alpha he was.
His fingers slowly snuck between your legs and he captured your lips in his. His kiss was hungry and messy and he groaned into it when he felt how wet you were.
He broke the kiss, smirking down at you. “All this for me?” he asked, running his fingers up and down your slit over the lace. His fingers lingered over your clit, gently teasing it. The touches wrenched a lewd moan from you and you nodded as you bit your lip to try and stop more from spilling forth.
“Yes, Alpha,” you whimpered, hand reaching forward to palm at the bulge in his pants.
“Do you want my knot, Omega?” he growled as he ripped your underwear from your body, the lacy cloth quickly forgotten as it fell to the floor.
“Yes, Alpha. Please, take me. I want your knot,” you moaned as his flesh fingers found their way into your soaking cunt. He pumped them in and out of you mercilessly and you arched into his touch, needing more. Your nipples strained against your shirt and bra, begging for his touch. He removed his fingers and put them in his mouth, sucking your slick off of them.
“You taste so sweet, little Omega,” he groaned, holding you against himself with one arm while he undid his pants with the other. “I bet you’ll taste even better when you’re in heat,” he growled into your ear. With one final button he tugged his pants down enough for his cock to spring free. You moaned at the sight, the thought of having him fuck you while you were in heat sent a new wave of heat straight to your core.
Suddenly, his attention snapped towards the door, a vicious snarl on his lips. The sound was enough to terrify you, even if it wasn’t directed at you. You’d heard the noise, too, but you were too enthralled by the Alpha in front of you to pay too much attention to it. You’d let the entire city watch if it meant you’d get this Alpha’s knot.
To your dismay he let you go and did his pants back up. Your hands ran up and down his arms, worried you’d done something wrong. “Alpha?” you asked tentatively. You didn’t want to make him angrier.
“Stay here,” he growled, turning back to give you a passionate kiss that stole your breath. He looked you up and down, as if memorizing every inch of you, before he stepped out of your embrace and through the doorway.
His orders were clear, so you stayed put, even when you heard glass break outside. Your Alpha was strong. He’d take care of whatever the noise was.
Your Alpha? You were shocked at how quickly you’d begun thinking of him that way. He wasn’t your Alpha yet. He hadn’t marked you. You rubbed your neck at the junction of your neck and shoulder where the mark would be located and sighed. Soon, you promised yourself. You’d finally have your mate. No more having to try and fill the void with betas. You’d finally have an alpha; an Alpha stronger than any others you’d found.
When you heard the telltale thud of a body hitting the floor you were scared. When he didn’t come back in the room you were terrified. Orders be damned. If your Alpha was in trouble you’d go and help him. You weren’t helpless.
You threw your pants on, ignoring your destroyed underwear nearby. You peeked carefully around the precariously hanging door into the waiting room and your eyes widened in shock. The room was empty and foreign smells lingered in the air. One of the thick glass panes of the building’s windows was destroyed and wind gusted in from the outside. Most worrying, though, was that your alpha was missing, as was whoever was just there. You couldn’t smell blood in the air, so whatever had happened hadn’t ended in bloodshed.
You searched for more clues, but couldn’t find anything. Eventually your receptionist, Lisa, returned, a SWAT team at her heels.
“Where is he?” one of the masked men asked, as the others fanned out, canvasing the area.
You stared at him for a moment. It was finally sinking in that he was gone, and you had no idea where. You didn’t even know his name.
“I… don’t know,” you said, sinking to the floor in despair.
Years Later, Your POV
You threw another book onto your already impressive pile with a huff. You took a break to stretch, standing and lacing your fingers together as you extended your arms towards the ceiling. You were so close to a breakthrough.
You picked up the small bottle on your desk and stared at the small light green pills inside. They were your greatest creation to date; pills that lessened your heats to almost nothing. They made them bearable, allowing you to scrape by with one night stands with betas in lieu of an Alpha. You made and distributed them to any Omegas that happened the find their way to you, but most Omegas thought you a fool for not just finding an Alpha.
The problem was you had. You’d found the man you wanted to be your Alpha but he’d vanished, and any other after him just felt like a pale imitation. You’d searched for him for months after, but he was a ghost. The footage from your building had been scrubbed and you couldn’t very well go and google brown-haired blue-eyed Adonis badass Alpha. …Well, you could. In fact, you’d tried that after a few weeks of fruitless searching. It hadn’t helped.
Instead, you focused on protecting yourself and your sanity in his absence. He hadn’t marked you which made you a target for any alpha whose eye you caught. You kept yourself busy with your work: you were a bio engineer who specialized in revolutionary cybernetic tech that could be integrated with human physiology. During your free time you focused on improving the formula for your pills. Your unique background in bio engineering had made it possible to create them in the first place.
Today was the last day you’d be able to use your private library for a while. You had a job in New York for a week or so; a special case that you’d been paid handsomely for. Most of the thick leather bound books in your library were rare tomes on Alpha and Omega physiology. A lot of the information in them wasn’t public knowledge. Alphas and Omegas were so uncommon that some people didn’t even think you existed.
You put the bottle of pills back down on your desk and groaned.
“Time to finish packing,” you grumbled to yourself, resigned to the fact that you wouldn’t learn anything new today. You were just starting your heat and, as usual, your mind was a jumbled mess. Your new client demanded you go out as soon as you could, paying you a king’s ransom for a timely arrival. The private plane was set to pick you up in three hours at a small airport just outside the city.
You threw a few pieces of clothing into the suitcase, followed by a choice few books, then threw the bottle of pills into your purse. It took you an entire hour to find everything else you needed, and with the traffic that your phone told you had popped up suddenly, you knew you’d barely make it to the airport on time.
An hour and a half later you were boarding the small plane. You raised an eyebrow at the name on the outside.
Stark Industries? As in Tony Stark the Iron Man, Tony Stark?
Once you were settled on board a woman who said she worked for the person who hired you handed you a tablet.
“It has all the information we have on your patient’s condition,” she explained as she turned it on. Holograms popped up, showing you 3D renderings of what you had to work with. It seemed like the prosthetic had been torn off just past the shoulder. They’d patched it closed, but whoever had made the original was beyond their reach so they’d found you, the leading expert on cutting edge prostheses.
You spent the entire flight studying and planning, using the high tech tablet to make blueprints. You were surprised when they said they’d provide you with Vibranium. You’d read about the stuff in your research before, but it was too expensive to warrant putting effort into incorporating it into your projects. You wanted your ideas to applicable to the general populace, and Vibranium was definitely beyond the average person’s financial reach. Still, you were excited for the chance to work with it.
By the time the plane landed you had several schematics and ideas ready. A large man met you at baggage claim and led you to a beautiful silver Porsche.
You gawked at it while he loaded your bag. He opened the door for you and you slid inside. You were well off, but never spent your money on anything so extravagant. Nearly all the money you made went back into your research.
“It’ll be about a half hour. I’m Happy, by the way. Happy Hogan,” the driver informed you, and you nodded.
“(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you said, offering him a courteous smile. You decided to enjoy the sights while you had the chance. It seemed like you were headed north out of the city.
Like Happy promised, you arrived at your destination a half hour later.
“I’m working for the Avengers?” you asked, dumbfounded, as you stared at the large Avengers’ logo on the side of the building.
“Did the Stark plane not give it away?” he asked, grinning.
“Tony Stark isn’t the Avengers,” you argued, gawking open-mouthed at the compound as Happy drove further into the grounds.
“True, I suppose. But what use does Tony have for a bio engineer?” Happy asked, raising an eyebrow at you as he drove the Porsche into the underground garage.
“Well there was that thing with his heart and the metal bits a while ago,” you said, ogling the various vehicles in the garage. A person could sell half the things in there and live like a king for the rest of their life.
“You have a point,” he conceded. “But no, you’re not here for Tony,” Happy said, pulling into an empty parking spot. “Now, Friday will show you to your room. You’re welcome to start whenever you want tomorrow. It’s…” -he checked the watch on his wrist- “4:12 am and there’s a bed with your name on it,” he said, turning the car off.
“I’d actually like to get started as soon as possible, if that’s alright with my patient,” you said, all business as you gathered your things.
“Alright. Got that, Friday?” Happy asked, looking at his watch.
“Understood, Mr. Hogan,” came an accented AI voice from his watch.
“I’ll take your bag to your room and Friday’ll direct you to the lab,” Happy said, opening his door.
You were about to speak when it hit you. You wrenched your door open, nearly stumbling over yourself in your haste to get out of the car. You sniffed the air experimentally. No, your nose wasn’t fooling you. You threw your bag over your shoulder as you searched for the door into the compound. You spotted it and sprinted for it, running on pure instinct.
“You’re welcome,” Happy said grumpily behind you. You barely registered his voice as you yanked the door open and practically threw yourself through the doorway.
The smell washed over you, nearly overpowering you then and there. You focused your efforts, zeroing in on the freshest trail and followed your nose, weaving through the halls. You vaguely heard the AI chirping at you in its Irish brogue but you didn’t pay it any mind as you let your instincts take over. In the back of your mind you worried a little at how easily your Omega side was taking over, but that voice was quickly quashed. Slowly, the sleek, professional interior gave way to homey hallways. You thought you spotted a giant flat screen and a huge modern kitchen, but ignored them and any other living soul you came across.
You walked for a few minutes before your surroundings changed again. The rooms on either side appeared to be labs. You heard the AI chirping ahead of you. At this point, the scent you’d been following was strong enough to make you dizzy and you barely registered the doors a little ahead and to the right of you opening.
He stepped through the doorway and your eyes instantly met his. You both stood there, frozen, moment suspended in time as you both took each other in. You almost didn’t believe your eyes. If your other senses weren’t telling you that your eyes were telling the truth you would have thought him an illusion.
“Omega,” he whispered, half smile appearing on his lips. Only your enhanced hearing allowed you to pick up his voice. Just like that, the illusion of stillness was shattered and you launched yourself at him. He caught you with one arm and wrapped it around you and buried his face in your hair, peppering the top of your head with kisses. Your arms snaked around his waist and you planted kisses on his chest. He smelled even better than you remembered.
“You’re really here,” you mumbled into his chest, inhaling his scent deeply. The action sent a powerful ache to your core. Him being in your arms seemed to completely destroy the effects your pills usually had over your heat.
“What are you doing here, little Omega?” he murmured into your hair, trying his best to control his urges. You smelled divine. You were definitely in heat, but something was inhibiting the full effects.
You looked up, finally realizing what felt off. He was only holding you with one arm. You looked at what was left of his left arm and frowned, thoughtful. “You’re my patient,” you said, brows furrowed. Seeing your Alpha at anything but his best sent your Omega instincts into hyper drive. Your fingers trailed lightly over the metal stump that was currently covered by a tight form-fitting sleeve.
“You’re-” he began, and you nodded, not needing him to finish the question.
“(Y/N) (Y/L/N), bio-engineer and leading authority on technologically advanced prosthesis,” you said proudly.
His smile was blinding and you felt heat creep up your neck in embarrassment. “You’re amazing,” he said, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss. You kissed back eagerly, savoring the way he tasted. He licked your bottom lip and you happily let him in. Your tongues tangled together before he truly claimed your lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss and he shuddered at the sound, pulling you close. He broke the kiss after a minute and you stared at each other, both panting.
His fingers came up and stroked a line up your neck, lingering at the spot a mark would normally be. “After all this time? Still no mark?” he whispered, admiring how you leaned into his touch.
“No. I want yours, Alpha. I’ve wanted your mark and yours alone since the day I met you,” you said, gazing into his eyes as you said the words.
He bit his lip, biting back a groan. “C’mere, Doll,” he said, taking your hand as he led you into the lab room he’d come from. “Black out the windows, Friday,” he told the AI. You placed your bag on the table by the door as you passed it.
“Yes, Sargent Barnes,” the AI responded. You glanced behind you in time to see the windows turn an opaque black. The door had barely shut behind you when he turned and stared at you seriously.
Something the AI said sparked something in the back of your mind.
“Barnes?”
He frowned, suddenly looking hesitant. “Yeah. My name’s James Buchanan Barnes. Most people call me Bucky. Most people nowadays know me as the Winter Soldier, though,” he said grimly. He didn’t want to lose you to his past, but he also wanted to tell you the truth. He needed you to accept him for who he was.
Your eyes widened in surprise and Bucky grit his teeth, ready for you to run screaming. To his surprise, you didn’t seem to be afraid; at least, he couldn’t smell it on you. You simply stared at him, studying his face closely.
“Last chance to back out, little Omega. Run away if you don’t want this… if you can,” he added wickedly, sending a shiver down your spine. You stood on your toes, kissing him from his neck to his jaw to, finally, his mouth.
“I want this, Alpha. Please,” you said, desperation creeping into your voice.
He groaned, arm going around to pull you flush against him. “Say it again,” he demanded, lips trailing kisses down your neck.
“I want you, Alpha. I want your mark and your knot,” you sighed, eyes closing in the ecstasy of him touching you.
He hummed his approval. “Such a good girl,” he cooed, yanking your shirt over your head. You returned the favor, peeling his shirt off of his muscled torso.
You threw it to the side and ran your hands over his well defined muscles. He planted kisses all over your shoulders and on your collar bone, but stiffened when he felt your fingers lightly trace over the scarring that ran along the metal fused to his shoulder.
He felt you shift in his arm and he let out the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding when you ghosted your lips over the taught, marred skin.
“Every inch of you is beautiful to me, Bucky,” you whispered, turning his head gently with your hand so you could look him in the eyes.
A shiver ran up his spine at the sound of his name on your lips and he groaned. “Little Omega, I hope you’re well rested because you’re not getting sleep any time soon,” he warned, eyes flashing dangerously.
You giggled and flashed him a filthy grin. “Promises, promises, Alpha,” you said devilishly.
His lips were back on yours in a flash and a practiced hand made quick work of the button and zipper on your pants which pooled at your feet a second later. You kissed back hungrily and quickly stepped out of them, kicking them out of the way as your fingers danced under the waistband of his sweats.
He growled against your lips at your teasing, tangled his fingers in the back of your underwear and tugged them up sharply. You let out a startled gasp; the mingled pain and pleasure on your sensitive core sent slick dripping down your thighs.
His message came in loud and clear: stop teasing. You obliged, tearing your lips from his to trail kisses and nibbles down his neck and chest. As you went you tugged down his pants, taking his boxers down with them. His cock sprung free swinging heavily between his legs and you nearly started salivating at the sight.
“Like what you see?” he purred as he gazed down at you, pupils blown wide with lust.
“Yes, Alpha,” you murmured as you stood. You reached between your heated bodies and wrapped your hand loosely around his length and stroked slowly. He groaned and, in a move that brought on a strong sense of deja vu, tore them clean away from your body. You yelped in surprise and your hands flew to his shoulders as he picked you up, supporting you with an arm around your waist as he lowered you gently onto your back on the ground. The cool marble floor against your burning skin made you shiver. He placed himself firmly between your legs, single arm keeping him from crashing down on top of you.
He kissed you passionately on the lips and you mewled into his mouth when he ground his hips against yours tantalizingly slowly, his hard cock rubbing against your clit. He trailed kisses down your body until he reached your breasts. He took a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He sucked lewdly at it and ran his teeth lightly over it before taking the hard bud between his teeth. Your back arched with pleasure, fingers tangling into his hair. After a moment he switched to the other, giving it the same care and attention as the first.
You tried to hold back your moans, but a few whimpers were forced out of your lips at his ministrations. “Let me hear you, babydoll,” he ordered, moving backwards, kissing his way down your stomach as he went.
As it turned out, you didn’t need to think twice about following his command. In fact, you didn’t have the luxury of thinking at all. As soon as his tongue licked a thick stripe through your folds and swirled around your swollen clit you moaned loudly. Your fingernails scraped against his scalp as your fingers ran through his hair, earning a deep groan that you felt all the way in your core and you whimpered at the sound.
“So wet for me, Omega,” he hummed, before his tongue slid into your sopping hole, nose nudging your clit lightly as he swirled his tongue inside of you. You bucked your hips, unable to keep still against the pleasure he was giving you. His arm moved up to hold you in place and you threw your head back, moaning out your pleasure.
“Alpha, it feels so good, please don’t stop!” you begged, relishing the way his tongue sped up. He hummed against your skin, causing that coil in your stomach to wind even tighter. Your tugged gently at his hair, pulling a moan from his lips, and apparently he couldn’t take it anymore.
You whimpered at the loss of his mouth and tongue, but didn’t have time to dwell on it. He was kissing you an instant later, and you moaned into the kiss as his tongue invaded your mouth, the taste of yourself on his lips. He ground his hips against yours, his cock sliding through your wet folds.
“Need you, Alpha,” you murmured, reaching down to line his cock up with your entrance.
“I know, Omega,” he whispered, claiming your lips once again as he slowly entered you. He slid inside of you easily, your dripping wet cunt making it easy.
A second later he bottomed out inside of you, hips flush with yours. His tip nudged at your cervix, the mingled pain and pleasure sending a new wave of arousal through your system. Your walls clenched around him and he groaned. It was obvious it took everything he had to keep from pounding into you wildly right then and there.
His gaze locked with yours; you helped ground him. Once you were sure you’d adjusted to his size you brought his lips to yours and kissed him deeply. “Please, Alpha. Fuck me. I need your knot,” you begged.
Like that, the control he had crumbled and he dragged his hips back slowly before snapping back into you again. He set a fast pace, hips pounding yours into the floor with every thrust. You let out a strangled cry of pleasure. Being filled by your Alpha was everything you wanted it to be and more. You felt so full and… complete with him in you like this. Every thrust from him earned a moan from your lips, which he greedily swallowed with passionate, heated kisses. Every second he was inside of you sent you closer to your release. He soothed the ache and cramps of your heat in a way only an Alpha could.
“A-alpha, I’m going to-” you moaned, eyes locked onto his.
“Come for me, Omega,” he ordered, kissing along your jaw and neck, lingering over the spot on your neck a mark would be. The sensations he was causing and the thought of him marking you sent you over the edge for the first time, screaming his name as that coil in your belly finally snapped. The pleasure of your orgasm licked its way through your body like flames and your walls spasmed around Bucky’s cock, earning deep moans from him. He fucked you relentlessly through it. Every time you started to come down another thrust would continue the pleasure. Eventually, though, you came down and there was only one thing you wanted then.
“Need your knot, Alpha,” you begged, raking your fingernails down his back. He moaned, hips momentarily stuttering before he pulled out. You didn’t have time to bemoan his absence. He sat up, leaning his back against one of the lab stations, and pulled you onto his lap.
He guided you above his cock with his hand, staring deeply into your eyes. His irises were barely visible rings around his pupils. “Make your Alpha feel good, Omega, and you’ll get what you want,” he purred, order clear under the seductive tone he used.
You nodded eagerly, sinking down onto his throbbing cock without a second thought. You writhed in pleasure at the feeling of him filling you up completely, but your idleness earned you a swift slap on the ass. “Move, baby. I want to fill you up,” he growled, hand grabbing your hip with a nearly bruising force.
You didn’t have to be told twice, raising your hips again and again, each time moving so far up he threatened to come out of you before you slammed them back down onto him, all the way to the hilt. His hand helped you move but once he realized you didn’t need the help it moved to your breasts, toying with and pinching your nipples.
You soon felt the tight coil forming in your lower stomach again. As if his body could sense it, he began to snap his hips up to meet you. You placed your hands on his shoulders, using the leverage to keep your pace even as your hips began to move sloppily as your second orgasm approached.
“Omega, baby, I’m getting close,” he warned. You already knew, though. You could feel his knot beginning to swell at the base of his cock. It was starting to catch inside of you with each thrust.
“Me too, Alpha,” you murmured, breathless. He leaned forward slightly, causing your clit to rub against his stomach as you moved and suddenly you were coming undone all over again.
Your walls fluttered around him, and he made up for your erratic pace by thrusting up into you. Your orgasm sent him over the edge and, a few thrusts later, his knot locked inside of you. If the feeling of his knot filling you up with his hot seed wasn’t enough to keep your orgasm going, him breaking the skin of your neck with his teeth as he bit into the mark spot definitely was. You let out a blissed-out sigh, completely content as he buried his face in your neck, deeply inhaling your scent.
“Omega mine,” he murmured, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you flush against his chest.
“My Alpha,” you agreed, nuzzling his neck, panting slightly from all the work the both of you had just done. He placed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, earning a contented hum from your lips.
You wrapped your arms around him and murmured, “That really just happened, didn’t it?”
“Havin’ seconds thoughts?” he asked teasingly, but you knew there was a real fear behind it.
“Never,” you said, looking up at his steel blue eyes, smile on your face. “I’ve been waiting years for this,” you whispered, brushing a lock of dark brown hair out of his face.
He beamed down at you and leaned down to give you a surprisingly chaste kiss considering his cock was locked inside of you at that moment. “Me too, Doll,” he said, stroking your cheek gently with the back of his knuckles. “Sorry that this isn’t exactly the ideal place to have done this,” he said mischievously, motioning to the lab around them.
You chuckled, resting your head on his shoulder. “I don’t mind so much, but a bed might be nice next time,” you joked, rubbing small circles into his lower back with your thumbs.
“Deal,” he agreed, smiling down at you.
You two sat like that for a few minutes, with him rubbing your back gently with his hand before he spoke up again. “Is there any chance that…?”
“Hmm?” you asked, looking up at him, content smile still on your face. It slipped slightly at the expression he was wearing. “What is it, Alpha?” You could tell something was bothering him, but you couldn’t tell what.
He seemed to think about his question for a minute before he blurted out “Are you on birth control?”
“Not the traditional kind, no. But I’m on heat-blocking pills right now,” you said sheepishly.
“That would explain why your scent is a little off,” he said, running his fingers through your hair.
“My scent is off? How so?” you asked, tilting your head in curiosity. You didn’t get feedback from Alphas often, much less Alphas who’d smelled you before.
“Your scent is muted. I can tell you’re in heat and you still smell like you, but… I should have gone crazy from being in the same room as you, but I was able to keep it together,” he whispered, planting a tender kiss to your forehead.
You chuckled at that. “The second I smelled you it was like I hadn’t even taken the pills. At least, that’s what it felt like to me,” you said, leaning your forehead against his. “So thanks for that,” you teased.
He smiled cockily, but he quickly sobered, gaze a million miles away.
“What are you thinking, baby?” you asked, running a thumb gently over his stubble.
“What do I smell like to you?” he asked, gaze focusing back in on you.
Your heart beat faster in your chest. “You smell it too, don’t you?” you asked, barely daring to hope.
A wide smile broke out on his face. “I always thought-”
“-they were myths,” you finished, identical smile lighting up your face. “And to answer your question, when I first met you, it was a rainy forest and gunpowder. The rainy forest is the same, but now it’s accompanied by…” you paused, inhaling his scent, which sent a thrill down your spine. “I think it’s… plum?” you asked, curious smile sneaking its way onto your face.
His eyes darkened a little at the mention of the first time you met him, but it was gone again by the time you’d finished speaking. “You smell like Vanilla and Wildflowers. That hasn’t changed,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your temple.
You grinned like a fool. True Mates were… well, a fairy tale. Something Alpha and Omega parents told their kids as a bedtime story. Their people’s version of soul mates. It was always said you could pick out your true mate’s unique smell, while everyone else was a general jumbled, uninteresting mix of Alpha, Beta, or Omega.
You didn’t realize how tired you were, but Bucky must have sensed it, because he grabbed the jacket he’d brought with him (which had been unceremoniously knocked onto the floor during your escapade) and draped it over your shoulders. You fell asleep, head on his chest, to the steady sound of his breathing and unwavering beating of his heart.
You were awoken a short time later with gentle kisses to your neck and your name murmured like a prayer from his lips.
“C’mon, Doll, we should move,” he whispered, gently coaxing you from the realm of dreams.
You blinked blearily up at him, smile on your lips. “You only want to move because your ass fell asleep,” you joked, kissing him lazily on the lips.
He smiled into the kiss, his chuckle a deep rumble in his chest. “Well that is definitely part of it,” he conceded. “But it’s mostly because we’ll have an audience soon if we don’t,” he teased, motioning to a clock on the wall with his head.
6 am. Yup, people would be up and about soon if they weren’t already. It seemed like he’d carefully pulled out of you while you were asleep so you stood without having to worry, picking up your clothes and yanking them on (though you were considerably slowed by Bucky’s constantly wandering hands). You gave your underwear a sad look before throwing them into your purse (wouldn’t want to leave them and scar a poor lab tech for life).
When you were ready and both of you were modest, he took your hand in his, leading you out of the lab. You grabbed your bag on the way out, knowing you’d need it sooner rather than later.
He weaved his way through the halls with practiced ease. You tried to make a mental map but after the eighth turn you’d given up. A few minutes later he reached his room and opened the door with a fingerprint scan.
His room was sparsely furnished. It had the basics; a bathroom, bed, desk, chair, wardrobe, closet, dresser. But it didn’t have much in the way of personal effects. You spotted a few drawings pinned up on the wall above his desk, but a quick peek at them revealed the artist to be none other than Steve Rogers. A few pictures that looked to be a hundred years old pictured a younger, smiling Bucky.
“Omega,” he murmured. You tore your gaze away from the desk guiltily, but he only smiled at you.
“That’s my family. And drawings from Steve,” he said, obviously aware of the questions you didn’t want to ask.
You squeezed his hand and gave him a small smile, not knowing exactly what to say. Instead, you talked about something you knew.
“I, uh, have some plans for your new arm,” you said hesitantly. “But your input would be fantastic.”
He smiled at your shyness. “Alright, c’mere,” he said, pulling you onto his bed. You snuggled up against his side as you pulled the tablet computer out of your purse and turned it on.
“So, about the old design. I think that is can be improved upon by-” you began, pulling up the schematics. You paused when you saw him expression and felt your cheeks heat under the intensity of his gaze. “What?” you asked, suddenly self-conscious.
“You’re absolutely stunning is all, Doll,” he said, throwing his arm around you to pull you closer to his side. You smiled happily and continued your explanation of your ideas.
By the time you had a model that both Bucky and yourself were happy with, two days had passed. During that time you’d had sex on multiple occasions, continuing to talk about arm schematics in lieu of pillow talk. Happy had come by after he’d been informed by FRIDAY where you’d gone and graciously brought you your luggage when you told him you’d be staying in Bucky’s room during your stay at the compound (though he had threatened to tell Tony about that particular arrangement).
Apparently Steve had gotten that specific memo, too, because he showed up later that day, pounding on the door.
“Bucky, what on earth are you thinking?” he demanded.
Bucky went rigid next to you. If he had hackles you knew they’d be raised. A second later you realized why.
Steve was an Alpha, too.
But that didn’t make any sense. Alphas almost never got along. To stay friends for as long as Steve and Bucky had was unheard of.
“Go away Steve,” Bucky growled, warning clear in his voice.
“Buck, I can smell her. I know you marked her. Just what in the hell-”
Steve’s tirade was interrupted by Bucky yanking the door open, looking like murder.
You shrunk back in the bed, hiding from the wrath of your Alpha, even if it wasn’t directed at you.
“You shouldn’t be here right now and you know it, Steve. She’s in heat and-”
“I’m aware, Bucky! That’s why I’m here! How could you just go and mark your-”
“True Mate,“ Bucky said forcefully.
Whatever Steve had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “What?” he asked dumbly, looking at Bucky in confusion. “Bucky, that’s just some fairy tale-”
“No, it’s not. She’s my true mate,” he said stubbornly.
Steve sighed and tried to glimpse you around Bucky’s form, but Bucky firmly pushed him back a foot or two. “Mine,” he growled.
Steve groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. “I’m coming back as soon as her heat is over and we’re talking about this,” Steve warned, throwing one last concerned glance at the room before he walked, mumbling something ironic about unreasonable Alphas.
Bucky shut the door a little too forcefully, making you jump at the sound. He gave you an apologetic look and quickly took his place back beside you, soothing your frayed nerves by touch alone.
“I had no idea Steve was an Alpha, too,” you mumbled.
“Really? How could you not smell him?” Bucky asked. “He’s lived here even longer than I have.”
“I only smelled you when I got here,” you said sheepishly. He merely smiled at that, brought your hand to his lips, and placed a feather-light kiss to your knuckles.
“The True Mate thing is gonna be a hard sell,” you told him, smile on your lips.
“Don’t care. He’ll come around eventually once he sees us together,” Bucky said, rolling onto his back. You admired once again how big he was.
“I have to start constructing the arm tomorrow. Will you be keeping me company in the lab?” you asked, unable to keep the eagerness out of your voice.
“Of course, Doll,” he said, pulling you down so you were laying next to him, head on his chest. “But first, sleep.”
“On that, Sargent Barnes, we can agree,” you said, giving him a gentle goodnight kiss before you tucked yourself up against him. His arm wrapped around your waist, insuring you wouldn’t move away from him while you slept.
You loved this side of Bucky.
Three days later, your heat was over and Bucky’s new arm was mostly built. He let Steve talk to you, which was nice. The tension between them was higher than it had likely ever been, but the mark on your neck seemed to ease Bucky’s nerves every time he saw it.
You talked about your lives while you worked on removing the remnants of the old tech from his shoulder. Some of it would have to stay, but a majority would just get in the way of the new one; it was outdated, anyway.
You wished people saw him for who he really was, not the weapon Hydra made him. Bucky Barnes had a heart of gold. Not to mention he was smart and funny to boot. According to various Avengers you met over your time there, in the few days since you’d arrived he’d been smiling more than they’d seen in the years they’d known him. You’d been embarrassed but proud over that fact (Bucky had been just plain embarrassed, turning a lovely shade of red each time someone made a comment about it… except when Sam said so; he had to dodge a punch and a wrench).
You loved this side of Bucky, too.
A week and a half after you’d first arrived, Bucky’s new arm was attached and fully functional. You still had tests to run, but it seemed to be working perfectly. Bucky was admiring it in the mirror. You saw him run his flesh fingers over where the red star had been on his old arm and you saw his eyes swim with unshed tears. You stood and walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind. You held him as his shoulders shook with silent sobs. You felt tears drip onto your hands but you held him like that until he finally turned and held you in his arms.
You loved this side of Bucky, too, even if it would probably take a while for him to believe it.
Two days later, you’d run all of the tests you possibly could. Bucky’s new arm worked perfectly and he’d seamlessly transitioned into the new prosthetic.
He made you sleep on his right side, though. He didn’t want to hurt you if the nightmares came.
You’d already gotten used to the occasional nightmares that plagued him. Every time they happened you woke him gently, calming him down with your pheromones and words. He’d clutch you tightly to his chest as though you were the only thing keeping him grounded and you’d talk to him, reassure him, until he calmed down.
He always apologized for these episodes but you told him not to worry. You liked being able to help him through them.
You loved this part of Bucky, too.
In fact, a few months after you’d first arrived at the compound, you told him as much. It was after a particularly bad episode that had left him frozen in the bed you shared.
“I love you, baby. You’re safe. Please come back to me,” you murmured, running your fingers through his hair. He seemed to resurface from his mind at your words, eyes filling with life again as his gaze met yours.
“What did you say?” he whispered, voice failing him.
“I love you, Bucky,” you said, smiling at him.
He scooped you up into his arms suddenly and practically vaulted off the bed. He leaned down and kissed you deeply as he walked towards the bathroom.
“I love you too, (Y/N),” he said, smitten.
You giggled, smiling happily. “Babe, why are you carrying me to the bathroom?” you asked curiously.
“(Y/N), I wanna try for pups,” he said seriously, staring down at you.
You were shocked. You’d brought it up before but he’d been evasive and reluctantly explained how he didn’t have the confidence in his ability to be able to care for children. He didn’t think he deserved something as good as a family and doubted he even had the ability, considering his past; being frozen and unfrozen and experimented on couldn’t have helped anything.
“I do, too, Bucky,” you said, throwing your arms around his neck. His deep chuckle rumbled through his chest and you relished the sound. “But, Buck, I’m not in heat…” you said, leaning back to raise an eyebrow at him in confusion.
“I know. But I’m sweaty from my nightmares and need a shower… and we need to practice. So, I’m multitasking,” he said, winking lasciviously at you.
You laughed at his antics, leaning up to kiss him as he turned the water on. “Lots of practice?” you asked salaciously.
It wasn’t an unusual sight for the inhabitants of the compound…
Y/N was sitting on Bucky’s lap, enjoying her breakfast ; which the situation they were in forced her to hold onto her cereal bowl to sit straight as possible.
All while Bucky has his face buried in her neck, sniffing, kissing, nibbling, only looking up to comment on a conversation or whisper some sweet words in Y/N’s ear.
His muscley arms wrapped securely around his little omega’s middle, maintaining her against him.
Y/N, be careful there’s some kind of parasite glued to your back » Tony chimed him as he settled in the chair on the opposite side of the table to take his morning coffee.
Bucky let out a growl, which made you giggle at the sensation, it created against your skin. His face was visible for the first time in the last 10 minutes and that came to the use of glaring at Tony.
But almsot instantly, he dived back to nuzzled his face where YN’s scent was the strongest, right in the crook of her neck.
« What’s gotten his panties in a twist, this time ? »
You put your bowl down in a chuckled and twisted your arm to reach Bucky’s head, earning yourself a purr from your alpha.
« He ‘s just a bit more affectionate than usual ».
You turned your head to the side to press a kiss to his hair. Barely an instant later, he left his comfort spot, smiling lazily and nudged your cheek with his nose, with the goal of grabbing your attention.
At the gesture, you turned back to him, mirroring his grin and gave him a quick peck on the lips , then another and another, until Bucky moved one of his hands from your waist to the back of your head, holding you gently so you’d have no way out of his love. This gave him the opportunity to give you one of those kisses that make your whole world spin. Moans and whimpers echoed though Bucky’s mouth while his chest rumbled with growls.
When he pulled away, his eyelids were half closed, the small lazy smile he’s had all morning , his eyes looking at you in utter adoration.
The remaining arm around your waist moved so he could bring his hand to your face, where his thumb stroked your still wet lower lip.
« My lovely omega, so adorable »
You grinned and turned more onto his lap, facing him as best as you could and dove your face right in his neck sniffing his scent gland all while peppering kissed on his skin, causing him to chuckle at the sensation.
« Seems like I’m not the only one who’s affectionate ? »
He was craddling the back of your neck making sure your face was secured in place, much to his enjoyment, scratching your scalp softly in the process.
He let his head rest against hers, closing his eyes to enjoy the feeling of his mate against him, occasionally pressing kisses to her hair.
« I love you so much, Alpha » you whispered against his skin, the breath you exhale while pronouncing those sweet words tickling his skin, while the words in themselves tickles his very heart.
Hi slips curved into a full happy grin
« I love you too, my love, more than anything »
« URHHHHH »
Bucky’s head whipped so fast toward Tony he almost gave him whisplash, throwing a glare at his teammate who just interrupted their romantic moment. Unfortunately, it didn’t stop him…
« Can’t you two tone done your disgustingly cute PDA, I’m gonna throw my breakfast back up »
His killer eyes didn’t waver from Tony, getting some murderous pulses.
« Then why don’t you see yourself out and let us be »
Tony joined in the death glare contest.
And in the middle of wondering if he was going to throw himself at Tony, Bucky felt you squeeze him in your embrace and he totally teared his attention from Tony to set his now softened eyes on you.
« Bucky, please take me to bed so we can cuddle in peace »
« Of course my love »
He gave one last murderous glance toward Tony and set on manoeuvering you so you’d be straddling him, with your legs on either side of his thights.
« Hold on tight »
You pressed your thighs against him and he stood up, allowing you to wrap your legs completely around him, tightening your hold around his neck, while his hands came to the underside of your thighs to secure you in his arms.
And with your new found position, the two of you made your way back to your shared bedroom, which you only left a few minutes ago, but what can you do against the call of love ?
For the sake of politics and to get rid of you, their omega daughter, the King and Queen of England marry you off to the King of France. Settling into an unfamiliar monarchy is a tedious process all by itself, but a new problem arises soon after your arrival at your new home.
One of the Knights turns out to be your true mate. Your Alpha. The one you are meant to be with. But you’re mated to someone else. And that someone else is the King of France.
Summary:Your father always said that if it weren’t for your presentation, he’d think you were an Alpha. There’s a reason for that. Growing up in a world where Omegas are treated like garbage, you’ve fought for the respect that you have. Until you’re sold off to an old King desperate for a bride. But you will not lay down and present for your new husband. No, you will fight back.
Summary: A decision made by Bucky has some unexpected repercussions, but thankfully his Omega is there to take care of him. Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader Word Count: 4407 Warnings: Steve is stressed because Bucky is being Bucky, very minor angst, casual mention of throwing up (nothing graphic), fluff, ABO dynamics and the things that come with it, smut, rough-ish sex, knotting, Bucky is full-on Alpha mode, fluff A/N:This story was originally an SPN fic I wrote ages ago of the same name, but I’ve changed it to the MCU and rewritten about 95% of it to improve on a lot of things the original story was lacking. I’m experiencing a lot of writers block and stress and I stayed up until 5am on a weeknight to write this. I’m dead inside, but hey! I can still write dirty, filthy porn. Yay! It’s also my first ABO fic set in the MCU, so double yay! This was beta’d by the lovelies @abbessolute and @idjitmonkey who both thoroughly enjoyed the ride.
“A smart man learns from his mistakes. A wise man learns from everyone else’s.”
The disapproval in Steve’s voice had your eyes sliding from Bucky to meet the gaze of the Captain’s. He only stared at you helplessly, silently begging you to stop what was about to happen. The tension in the air was so thick, you kept having to remind yourself to breathe through your mouth as the plethora of scents in the air continued to assault your sensitive nose. When Steve glanced back at Bucky, you could only watch from the sidelines as the two super soldiers had a silent conversation through minute facial expressions.
“I gotta do this, Steve,” Bucky said, tightening his metal fingers around the hilt of the knife he had fisted in his hand.
“Come on, man. Think about your past, you know you’re gonna regret it,” Steve warned, crossing his arms across his chest and giving Bucky his best “disapproving Cap” face.
Bucky had made up his mind long before Steve interjected—you’ve known him long enough to tell—so when he tilted his head back and let out an odd warrior cry of a shout to psych himself up, you pressed your lips together to try and hide your smile. With enthusiasm rivaling the nights he got lucky, Bucky dug into the plate of extra spicy ghost pepper chicken tenders. He cut one of the two pieces in half before stabbing it with his fork and quickly shoving it into his mouth.
At least he was using utensils this time and wouldn’t need you to help him remove gobs of hot sauce from between the plates in his metal hand like you ended up having to do six months ago. Bucky’s shout of pain when he tried to jerk off in the bathroom that night without properly cleaning his metal hand after eating hot wings wasn’t something you’d soon forget… or soon let himforget.
Steve rolled his eyes before rubbing his forehead, and you glanced at the dozen or so photos scattered across the wall above his head which showed the customers that had completed the restaurant’s Ghost Pepper Challenge. Almost every single photo on the wall had captured challenge winners in varying stages of pain and discomfort, and you wondered if they actually felt like they won anything at all. Their sweat-drenched red faces were worrisome since at least half of them appeared to be seconds from passing out when the photo was taken.
Steve was right, Bucky definitely could have learned from the obviously painful mistakes made by those in the photos, but it appeared stubbornness was the one personality trait that had remained constant ever since the thirties when he was a teenager and boxing above his weight for extra cash on Friday nights. Hydra may have tried to brainwash the stubbornness out of him, but they only succeeded in redirecting it to his mission directives… until another stubborn asshole named Steve Rogers helped him remember by letting Bucky beat his face in.
A soft whimper of concern bubbled in your throat when you caught sight of the trembling in Bucky’s flesh hand as he picked up the second half of the first chicken tender and stuffed it into his mouth. He was absolutely headed for the same result as the people in those pictures, but he was halfway done and wouldn’t throw in the towel now.
Bucky coughed, dry-heaved, and then wheezed, gratefully accepting the napkin you passed him when his nose started to run. “One down,” he gasped, slamming his right fist down on the table soft enough to not break it, “one to… go.”
“Yeah, I can’t watch this. I’m gonna go back to the hotel and look over the files on our target’s known associates that Hill dropped off earlier,” Steve said, pushing his empty plate toward the middle of the table before he stood from his chair and grabbed his jacket. As he slipped his arms through the sleeves, he looked down at you. “Buck’s gonna be messed up for a while, spicy foods never sat well with him when we were growing up, and since the serum doesn’t change your taste buds…” Steve shook his head at Bucky’s splotchy and sweaty face before he shot you a look. “I hope you know what you’re getting yourself into.”
“Punk,” Bucky rasped before placing another piece of chicken in his mouth, which immediately made him start coughing and gasping for breath as he chewed. Despite the fire in his mouth, he still managed to raise a metal middle finger at Steve.
“Bucky,” you admonished in a sigh as you patted him on the back before smiling up at Steve. “I knew that when I bonded with him, Steve. Whether it’s a bad rut or spicy chicken, I’ll always be there.”
Steve exhaled quickly out of his nose in amusement, watching his best friend writhe in pain, and tapped the end of the table with two fingers. “You two are perfect for each other. Good luck.”
“See yah later, Steve,” you laughed, and once the door closed behind him as he disappeared out of the front of the restaurant, you turned to face Bucky. “So, how are you feeling?”
Bucky looked at you as lovingly as he could through watering eyes and a face as red as the first time you talked dirty to him during a heat. He smiled at you through the pain. “Almost…”
There was only one piece of chicken left, the final half of the second tender, and you could see employees and customers alike watching with expressions ranging from amused to horrified as Bucky scooped it up and shoved it into his mouth with a grunt. He chewed fast, swallowing with a soft whimper, before raising his hands above his head in triumph.
“Victory!”
You squeezed his thigh as the restaurant staff started heading toward your table with a camera and flimsy paper certificate, and tried to keep the amusement from your voice. “You are so gonna regret this.”
***
“I regret everything,” Bucky whined from behind the bathroom door. “It burned more coming up than it did going down.”
“Well, yeah, of course it did. Instead of just the ghost pepper sauce, you also have your stomach acid joining the regurgitation party.” You locked your phone and tossed it on the bed next to you before tucking your hands behind your head. “Make sure you brush your teeth, baby.”
“I know, ‘mega,” Bucky cooed, and you heard the toilet flush before the water turned on. You heard him wash his hands before the low buzz of his electric toothbrush filled the air.
According to Steve, Bucky has always been clingy and grumpy when he didn’t feel well, so the Captain had quickly gathered his laptop and mission files the moment you returned with a whiny Bucky in tow, telling you he would be back in a few hours. You didn’t blame him for fleeing, though, since Bucky’s stomach pain was causing his normal musky Alpha scent to have a bitterly sour bite to it due to his distress, and the change in his best friend’s scent made Steve distressed, as well.
After flipping over to lay on your stomach with your head pillowed on your folded arms, you were just getting comfortable when the bathroom door opened and Bucky emerged, rubbing his stomach through the thin t-shirt he was wearing.
“That sucked,” he murmured.
You frowned in sympathy and waved him over to you. “Well, at least you waited to puke until we got back. Apparently if you upchuck while you’re still at the restaurant, it doesn’t count as completing the challenge because you didn’t keep it down.”
Bucky grimaced, shuffling across the hotel room towards you. “I don’t wanna know how many people finished ‘em but ended up being disqualified for puking.” He burped, winced, and shivered. “Ugh, those tenders were no joke.”
There was something making your nose twitch, aside from the bitterness of distress in Bucky’s scent, and you sniffed the air around him delicately a few seconds after he plopped down on the end of the bed. “Y’know, your scent… it’s got this weird spicy undertone now.”
“Yeah?” Bucky looked at you over his shoulder and smiled, taking his time to admire the curve of your ass and how soft you looked nestled in his bed. “Do ya like it?”
A soft hum of thought rumbled from your chest as you inhaled. “It’s… not offensive, but it’s a strange accompaniment to the normal spicy undertone of cinnamon in your scent. It’s almost like… too much spice.” You shrugged and rolled over onto your back, smirking when you found him staring at you hungrily. “My guess is that it’s similar to how eating a lot of garlic makes your sweat smell like garlic because of the intensity of the aroma. It’ll probably go away after you shower.”
“So you’re saying I’m,” Bucky’s lip curled into a wicked smirk, “extra spicy?”
Whatever sarcastic reply you were about to quip back at him was replaced by a squeal when Bucky twisted his body, leapt forward, and pounced on you, pinning you to the bed as he nibbled and kissed along the smooth skin of your neck. Bucky would sometimes get into these intense yet playful moods during and after your missions when he needed to make sure you were safe, and you were more than happy to play along, squirming and giggling as he let his more dominant and wild Alpha side out to play.
“Mmm, Omega,” Bucky rumbled into the skin of your neck before lightly nipping at the scar from your mating bite. “Want you.”
The softness of Bucky’s hair tickled your skin as you ran your fingers through his locks, stopping to scratch his scalp once in a while and enjoying the rumbled purr of complete bliss you received from him in response. “You have me, Buck.”
Bucky smiled against your collarbone before leaning back to trail his hands down to the bottom hem of your shirt. He looked up at you through his lashes as he tugged on your shirt like a playful puppy trying to get your attention, and you smiled as you leaned up to assist him in pulling it up and over your head. Bucky’s shirt and pants as well as your jeans and your bra are quickly added to the pile of discarded clothing on the floor next to the bed, leaving both of you in just your underwear.
In a move that would be impossible for someone without fight and stealth training, Bucky had you pinned down so he was hovering over you, his feet positioned on the inside of your knees to hold your legs open. Based on where his legs were, it seemed to be some kind of modified version of a leg lock, but instead of keeping your legs together to stop someone from kicking out like the normal move does, he was keeping your legs open while still pinning them down so you couldn’t move. The cool of his metal hand made you shiver as he began pawing at your breast, while the other wiggled into your panties to stroke your slick folds.
All of your senses were being overwhelmed by everything Bucky, but when you took a deep breath, you realized the extra spice you’d smelled earlier had shifted from overbearing to more of a sweet kind of heat, complementing the mix of your scents in the air. Bucky’s warm fingertip slid up between the lips of your pussy and gently circled your clit, making you whimper and moan as goosebumps cascaded over your skin. As the sensations caused by his touch grew in intensity, your body went limp under his and your legs fell further open on their own accord, the sight of you spread open drawing a deep animalistic growl of satisfaction from Bucky.
“You’re practically dripping, doll, so slick and warm,” he whispered between affectionate yet possessive kisses to your lips, jaw, and neck. “Gonna knot you, baby. Need ta feel this tight pussy around my cock.”
“Bucky!” you gasped as he increased the pressure against your clit, rubbing and flicking your hard bud with dexterous fingers. The pleasure rocketing through your body made your hands shake, causing you to fumble slightly when you reached up to slide your hands past the elastic of Bucky’s boxer briefs and wrapped your fingers around the hard, thick warmth of his shaft. He hissed at the contact and growled when you gave him a long, slow stroke from the sensitive ridge at the base of his cock all the way up to the leaking tip.
“Fuck, Omega!” Bucky jerked his hips forward, chasing your touch when you pulled your hand away. “Doll, I… need… gotta see… nghhh.”
Sometimes, when Bucky reached the point of pleasure where his eyes were permanently half-lidded and his hands were constantly touching or caressing you, his words didn’t flow as eloquently as they usually did. It was almost as if his brain reverted back to a primal Alpha state, where he could only communicate with grunted noises and gestures. Luckily, you and Bucky had been mated for well over a year, so you knew exactly what he wanted.
Shimmying out of your panties took some extra effort on your part since Bucky didn’t seem to want to break contact with your skin long enough to help. Instead, he appeared to be perfectly content to sit back on his haunches to watch you slide the cotton fabric down your legs. Once they were dangling from your foot, you bent your knees and spread your legs, the obscene display exposing your slick-glistening folds to his gaze.
Bucky’s nostrils flared and his eyes fluttered shut as the intoxicating scent of your slick sent fire surging through his veins to pool in his loins. His cock twitched in anticipation and he grunted his approval, pushing down the front of his underwear just enough to expose himself, leaving the rest of the fabric bunched around the top of his thighs. Bucky’s cock was rock hard, long and thick like always, and he gave himself a slow stroke from root to tip, causing you to whimper and him to puff his chest out at your reaction to his cock. The dark red ridge of his knot at the base of his cock was slightly swollen, and the bead of precome at the tip twinkled at you in invitation. As much as you wanted to lean forward and lick it off to savor the taste of him, you relaxed back on the pillow, waiting for Bucky to make the first move so you could follow.
When he didn’t immediately pin you down and slam himself inside you like usual, you tilted your head, raising a questioning brow as his lust-darkened cobalt eyes danced over every inch of your exposed skin. Bucky’s jaw clenched and he narrowed his eyes, and you nodded when it finally hit you.
“Yes, Alpha,” you mewled, waiting until he moved back just far enough to give you room to lift yourself up and turn over. Once you settled, you were on your stomach, ass high in the air, with your hands folded under your head, the slick dripping from your pussy on full display for him. Bucky’s growl of approval made your inner Omega preen and you teasingly wiggled your hips in invitation.
Bucky shuffled closer on his knees until he was right behind you, and you shivered when the cool metal of his palm gently traced the curve of your back down to your ass, giving your flesh a firm squeeze before he spread your slick cunt open with two fingers. Despite the warm scent of spice in the air, the hotel room was somewhat chilly, so you whined quietly as it cooled the exposed slick between your legs and made goosebumps appear all over your body.
Fortunately, the cold sensation was quickly replaced by the familiar heat of Bucky’s cock sliding between your folds to gather your slick, and you nearly wept in pleasure when the thick head of his cock pushed forward and slipped inside your entrance. The amount of slick dripping from your hole allowed him to slide all the way in, the stretch only causing you mild discomfort. The wanton moan that spilled from your lips echoed in the hotel room when his hips finally rested flush against your ass, leaving his cock practically throbbing with need when he was buried to the hilt inside you.
“Take me… so damn well, doll,” Bucky murmured through a throaty growl, his brain struggling to form coherent sentences. “So tight… all… for me.” He grunted a choked off noise when the temperature difference between his metal and flesh hand as they gripped your hips made your pussy clench around him in excitement.
Bucky inhaled sharply when the warmth of your sheath disappeared as he guided your hips away until just the tip of his cock was resting inside you. The metal plates in his arm whirred, the only warning you got before his fingers tightened again and he pushed forward, slowly feeding your greedy pussy every inch of his slick shined cock, no doubt savoring the sight of it disappearing inside you.
“Need…” Bucky rumbled out a deep half-growl, half-moan as the movement of his hips leveled off into a steady rhythm. Well, steady until the downright filthy slapping sound of skin meeting skin seemed to drive him wild with lust, making him increase his speed to take you at a nearly unhuman pace. “Mine,” he snarled, his breath coming out in a harsh staccato that matched each thrust of his hips.
“Yours,” you answered, even though it wasn’t a question. Bucky belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him despite the raw, possessive Alpha currently in the driver’s seat of his brain. “So good, Alpha, so big!”
Bucky’s fingers twitch and tighten around your hips, and you moan at the mental image of those ten long bruises on your skin, each one reminding you of this moment for days. Finally losing the battle to keep your eyes open through pleasure-heavy eyelids, you stretched your arms out in front of you and fisted your hands in the soft satin sheets to ground yourself as Bucky slammed into you with rough, deliberate movements. When his cock twitched and throbbed inside you, the thick vein along the top of his shaft rubbed deliciously against your sweet spot, making you see stars. All of the muscles in your body tensed for a moment before relaxing entirely when your orgasm slammed into you. The waves of mind-numbing sexual euphoria crashing over you had you screaming Bucky’s name and title as trembled. A low, triumphant rumble vibrated through Bucky’s chest, his skill as your mate evident by your moans of satisfaction, his slick orgasm-soaked balls, and your body’s submission to him. It greatly pleased the Alpha deep inside him that had risen to the surface.
The moans, whimpers, and gasps tumbling from your lips as you tumbled from one climax into another seemed to spur him on, and you let out a shocked “oh!” when Bucky’s metal arm wrapped around your chest and you were jerked upright and held in place, your back pressed firmly to his chest. His pace never faltered, and you could feel his breath coming out in animalistic pants against the back of your neck where his nose was pressed, allowing the hidden fire of your delectably alluring scent to surround him.
“Gon’ come,” Bucky warned through gritted teeth, the punishing rhythm of his hips beginning to falter. He flicked his tongue out and licked the sweat from your skin, moaning at the taste.
“Fuck! Need your knot, baby! Please… James.” Drunk on pleasure, you were mindlessly babbling and the use of his first name caught him off guard. A particularly hard thrust of his hips served as a reprimand and reminder of who was in charge, sending you reeling as you corrected yourself. “Alpha, please! Knot me!”
The light scraping of Bucky’s teeth over the scar that remained from when you had first bonded together sent you sobbing in pleasure and spiraling into another orgasm, one which had you slumping forward to press your face into the mattress. The hoarse shout of a scream that tore from your lips had you bucking your hips against him wildly, trying to draw out every last bit of pleasure possible. Bucky gasped, struck completely still, his knot beginning to swell at the sight of his cock disappearing inside your spasming pussy as you frantically slammed yourself back onto him. With his orgasm swiftly approaching, his enthusiasm matched yours when he firmly grabbed both of your hips and pulled hard, spearing you on his cock and forcing the entire girth of his knot into your pussy with a feral shout, one you echoed with equal fervor.
“Fuuuuuck!” Bucky shakily dragged out the word with a moan as his cock continued to pulse and fill you over and over, the little jerks of his hips heightening his pleasure when his knot tugged at your entrance.
At this point you were nearly delirious with the ecstasy you were feeling, but the warmth of his seed in your belly made your entire being clench, sending another small—but in no way less gratifying—orgasm searing through your pleasure-ravaged body. Bucky nearly doubled over at the unexpected sensation of your pussy squeezing his knot, and he bent down to press himself against your back as he continued to kiss, nibble, and lick your mating scar as if it was as fresh as the day he put it there.
“Wow,” you sighed when you finally floated back down to your body, turning your head to the left so you could speak. “I am one-hundred percent certain I now know why the French call an orgasm ‘la petite mort’. Pretty sure I transcended into another plane of existence with those orgasms.”
Bucky rumbled out a soft chuckle as he nodded against your skin, trying to clear the post-orgasmic haze from his mind so he could regain control of his human limbs; his metal arm was rock solid where it was wrapped around your front to support your hips. “Yeah, that was pretty intense. I don’t think I’ve let myself go like that since the night I claimed you.” Using his flesh hand, he brushed the hair out of your face to make sure you were okay, then gently stroked his thumb along your cheek. “You ready to shift positions?”
Even though you felt like a boneless lethargic sloth, you nodded and smiled when Bucky leaned down to press a kiss to your temple. With the strength of a super soldier honed by practiced ease, Bucky scooped you close to him and moved so he was laying flat on his back before arranging so you ended up splayed out on his chest, your head tucked just below his chin, while you waited for his knot to go down.
When you felt his muscles tense under you, you opened a bleary eye and tilted your head to look up at him. “What?”
“Steve… he said he’d be back in a few hours. It’s been almost two and a half since we got back from the restaurant.” Bucky leaned up and frantically looked around before his eyes zeroed in on the bunched up comforter partially hanging off the bottom corner of the bed, likely pushed there during the course of your lovemaking. “Can you grab that?” he asked you, pointing a metal finger at the comforter. “I don’t think Steve’ll appreciate seeing us all… au naturale when he gets back,” a growl of residual possessiveness rumbled through Bucky’s chest as he tightened his hold on you, “and I definitely don’t want that fathead to see my girl naked. You’re all mine.”
“Well, seeing as how your knot is currently buried inside your mate, I think you can rest assured I’m not going anywhere, Buck,” you teased, flashing him a cheeky smile before nuzzling back into his chest to breathe in his comforting scent. The spicy smell had faded quite a bit, but you could still feel it tickle at your nose if you focused. When Bucky didn’t relax, you sighed. “When you called me ‘Mega’ while you were still in the bathroom, I could tell you were in a playful mood. I already told Steve you were probably gonna jump my bones and to wait until I gave him the all clear to come back.”
Bucky’s hand froze on your lower back where he’d been absentmindedly tracing random shapes on your skin with his fingertips. You were about to ask if he was okay when hysterical, full-body laughter burst from his lips, making your head bounce around on his chest. “Damn, am I that predictable?”
“Only when… you’re horny,” you said through a yawn and smile.
“Naughty girl.” Bucky lightly and playfully swatted your ass, then lifted his head to kiss your forehead before wiggling you a little bit when he saw your eyes flutter closed. “Don’t fall asleep yet, doll. I… uhhh, I came a lot, so we gotta get to the bathroom before my knot goes down or we’ll end up ruining the sheets.” You snorted a laugh at the hilarious picture your mind painted, and you could feel the peaceful smile on Bucky’s lips when he kissed your forehead. “I’m gonna carry you to the bathroom, alright?”
“‘Kay,” you agreed sleepily, wrapping your arms around his neck and locking your ankles behind his back when he sat up and began to shuffle over to the side of the bed.
Bucky’s metal hand curled under your bottom as he stood up, your limbs wrapped securely around him despite your exhausted state. When you hissed and flinched at the cold metal pressed against your skin, he easily switched to supporting you with his flesh hand and made a mental note to contact the Wakandans to inquire about some kind of temperature regulation feature for his arm. “I love you, dollface. Let’s get cleaned up.”
“Love you too, Buck,” you murmured, nuzzling your face into his neck to savor the last vestiges of the extra spice in his scent as he carried you into the bathroom and shut the door behind you.
