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“Alphaaa,” Steve breathlessly wheedles for what feels like the hundredth time since he woke up. 

He had awoken to being arranged like a ragdoll, well, didn’t actually wake up- he was too tired to fully wake up at that point (gotta love that pre and post heat exhaustion) and had trusted wholeheartedly that his alpha was simply doing as they agreed upon doing; tying him up for the first stage of his heat where he wanted to squirm and still had enough energy to squirm all he wanted. So, yeah, he didn’t wake up all the way up. 

What a mistake.

That was exactly what he was doing. Tying him up. He was just doing it in a way that Steve, stupidly, hadn’t thought he would. He also hadn’t anticipated that it would be so fucking frustrating.

Now, because he let his alpha move him as he slept he can’t move his hands or his feet and he can scarcely move at all anyway. 

His wrists to the headboard; held by reinforced, padded cuffs. And his ankles to a spreader bar which has also been padded and reinforced. He’s stuck. All at his alpha’s mercy- his alpha of this life and a few others who’s immune to most of his trump cards. 

(The whole reason for the tying is that a couple of times that excess energy mixed with the serum had meant some damaged goods and furniture in their house but also quite a few sessions that had begun with Steve streaking around their home while begging for his alpha to chase him and mount him over whatever surface was closest when he finally caught him. Bucky was too enchanted by his scent then to say no. Which, all those chases… they also led to damaged objects. Most notably though was the cracked kitchen counter, broken wooden frame of their sofa, and cracked drywall. So. Yeah.) 

“Omegaaaaa-” Bucky calls back from the edge of the bed, staring openly as he teases him without actually lifting a finger, the bastard. His pale grey-blue eyes sweep up and down his form like fire boring through him. 

Steve whines like a pup through his lip where it’s held between his teeth. His vision is already blurring with an excess of tears. This isn’t exactly what he thought of when Bucky told him he wanted to restrain him to help him with his heat. But also? It’s so hot. He’s just- 

Just laying here. And he can’t do anything. 

The only thing he can do is stew in his need and drip more and more slick, hoping urgently that his alpha will decide soon his smell is too enticing to keep himself away from him and fold under the call of the wild. Succumb to his alpha instincts and take him. 

The frustrating part of it is that Bucky has been around him in heat through his whole life, so he could wait all day. And he’s only in the beginning of his heat anyway, having transitioned into heat in the middle of the early morning; hence Bucky waking up and getting him ready.

Steve is very possibly feeling his heat even more because of his predicament. 

He’s sweating and beginning to overheat just as he lies back. There’s already a haze of arousal crowding him and clouding his judgment too, settling over him like a damn net that’s weighing him down. His skin is damp and prickling, too sensitive and almost too tight. There’s an inch annoyingly pulsing around his bonding scent gland, the sensation seemingly under the scarred bite mark Bucky left behind a damn near century ago and recently opened up again. Slick is drooling out of him consistently, wetting the sheets underneath him. And there’s an undercurrent of primal instincts have wound tight in his gut, demanding that he fight and tear at the restraints until he’s free so he can present for his alpha and show him how much he needs to be bred with his slick, puffy cunt and all. 

So, he’s going out of his fucking mind.

Out of his mind enough to begin babbling. He’s unsure if any of it makes any sense or not. He’s just shifting and tugging at the restraints while he plays dirty, literally speaking to what he knows his alpha wants to hear even though it’s also what he himself wants to hear and therefore is also making him crazy too. He’s one thousand percent making it worse for himself. 

He doesn’t care. 

He wants his alpha’s knot. He wants it in him, splitting him open and making a home inside him. 

Steve keeps rambling on and on about how he can feel his heat getting worse and worse. He’s truly descending into madness. He can feel the heat sinking into him: turning his temperature up, quickening his breathing, hardening his nipples on his flushed chest, making his cock begin to ache and throb, clenching his hole tighter and tighter around nothing, and urging even more slick to spill out of him until their whole bedroom smells candy sweet. He’s hot enough that it feels like he’s burning alive, especially between his legs. 

And through it all Bucky starts touching himself, jerking off to Steve’s whimpers and desperate words. Ripples of pleasure spread out from Bucky’s half of the bond to Steve’s. Agony settles into him and  Steve begins salivating, desperation curling around him and wringing some new words out, “hurts- it hurts, alpha.” He whines against the sudden burst of honesty and arousal brought on by the wet sounds of Bucky touching himself in addition to the obscene sight of his cock. He’s thick, long, angry red, and just the tiniest bit swollen at the base where his knot will pop. 

Fire swims through him. 

His thighs are tensing and untensing as another stream of thick, hot slick drools out of him. He tries to close his legs out of automatic mortification. Bucky hasn’t even touched him yet! The spreader bar doesn’t even fucking bend.  

The muscles in his thighs turn to jelly as he whines pitifully. The muscles of his hole flutter unhappily, needy and empty. “You- you gotta fuck me,” he begs, out of breath from doing nothing and just waiting, “please! Aaalpha,” Steve lifts his head weakly, looking over where Bucky is at the far corner of the bed, offering up his best puppy dog eyes. 

He just needs anything that will get this to work faster. He needs to be fucked. He needs to get bred. 

Bucky finally responds, his voice nothing more than a toe-curling growl around his own pleasure, “you can wait a little longer-” 

“No-!” the word cuts out of him, entrapped in a high whine. A string of drool spills over the side of his mouth as he watches, gaping, as Bucky slllllowly fists himself, paying attention to his shaft, squeezing it and making sure to spread his own pre-cum down himself, slicking the way. His balls are hanging heavy and tight between his thick, muscular thighs. Steve’s breathing speeds up; he wants to feel that cock stretching him out to his limits, in his cunt or in his mouth, he doesn’t fucking care. He wants both. He wants anything-

He wants his alpha to knot him and cum in him and fill him up with all that he’s got. Fuck, Steve thinks dreamily, his heat fully pulling the wool over his eyes and boiling his blood, his balls look so full. They’d fill me up until alpha’s cum is dripping out of me just like my slick… getting me messy. A hysterical, uncontrollable sound bursts out of his lips. 

His alpha’s voice interrupts any further thoughts or sounds though, groaning and reminding him, “gotta wait a little longer, ‘mega,” Steve whines unhappily, unable to help it. Bucky clicks his tongue as he shakes his head, “you can’t be that desperate yet, doll. You’re not even that soaked.” But licks his lips anyway, staring hotly between his forcibly spread legs where the wet patch of his slick is growing. 

Steve whines and the sound comes out as high as it can. Humiliation cuts through him, twisting his gut tighter. He might break. 

He knows Bucky can feel just how desperate it is. He knows. But he can’t say it, his tongue is tied, and he’s not thinking about that logical part- he’s too caught up in the situation at hand. The one swallowing him whole and ripping him to pieces. 

Steve Rogers: cause of death; Bucky fucking Barnes. 

Squeezing his balls like he’s reading his mind and knows just exactly the brand of lust Steve has over them - especially when they’re full and tight - Bucky gruffs out, “so pretty, omega. Lying there and waiting,” Steve may or may not squeal. He’ll never tell. Bucky rolls his balls in his hand and Steve’s own balls tighten with the bond overflow. Just a drop of pleasure on his desert of a tongue. But then his alpha gets back to paying particular attention to the base of his cock where his knot is aching to pop. Steve’s lower lip wobbles. 

The phantom feeling of what Bucky’s hand feels like when it’s around his cock shoots up his spine, twinning with the pleasure that’s overflowing from Bucky’s side of the bond to his. He chokes down a half-sob. He could cum just thinking about being fucked or stroked off if his alpha told him to. He could. He would. 

“Pleasssssse? Alpha-” Steve doesn’t know why his alpha is torturing them both or why the fuck he agreed to this before. He’s fucking aching. His cunt and his cock and his nipples and his whole fucking being. He’s dying he’s so fucking turned on. And he tells Bucky so. Slurring and mewling as prettily as he can, trying, heat drunk, to be enticing. 

He tells Bucky that it isn’t fair that he’s touching himself if he’s not going to touch him, outright whining at him even as he still strains to keep looking. Even though seeing the attention he’s giving himself makes a whole ‘nother type of fire sweep through him, burning him down to ash. He’s biting a hole through his lip.  

Bucky obeys his whining and stops touching himself and-

“Oh-” Steve gasps, suddenly choking on air, “oh, nonononnngh- alpha!” he pants, eyes squeezed shut tight. Face up at the ceiling his flushed chest heaves. “No- no,” he sobs for real. Hot, fresh tears roll down his cheeks. Not having any semblance of pleasure, even the weak tugs of it from Bucky through the bond is so much fucking worse. It’s down right gutting. It has nonsensical words spilling from his lips, “need you t’ fuck me, alpha!” he whimpers, “‘m in heat- ‘m gonna fuckin’- fuckin’ die if you don’t fuck me. Ngh, I need it. Need you. Pl-please? Need your knot. Your pups. Wanna be bred - fuck - alpha. Breed me. Wanna be full a’ you. Your knot and cum and, guh-”  

He’s full of desperation first and foremost and only secondary is his arousal. It’s making his head and body feel like they’re spinning. Like he’s weightless but also so heavy that he might be laying on the ocean floor, all that water pressing down onto him. 

Bucky just chuckles meanly, taking back up the languid strokes over his cock and spreading his legs more, allowing for his cock to smack back against his taut stomach. The feeling of the head of Bucky’s cock against his abs feels like someone’s flicked the tip of his dick to Steve. 

Bless and fuck bonded sex. 

Steve can’t fucking take it. He also can’t take just staring and not feeling or not tasting, so he throws his head back between his restrained, outstretched arms, beginning to just endlessly ramble, “alphaalpaalphaalpha please, pluh-please, please? Alpha, alpha alphaalpaalphaaa-” 

He’s never wanted his cock so fucking bad. 

His thighs quake with the need to feel his knot inside of him. The feeling of immense slick, wetness between his cheeks and sliding over his own skin is embarrassing and intoxicating. His abs ripple as his internal muscles clench and release around nothing, searching for anything. Sweat rolls down his face, neck, and sides. He’s a hot fucking mess, melting apart. 

The brunette only sighs, “I’ve seen you wetter-” he clicks his tongue, the sound bouncing around in Steve’s empty head and he can barely process the denial “-yet you’re still begging for it, huh?” His words are bored yet the last of them tell of the impatience brewing in his veins. 

Steve weakly mewls, unashamed and making the most of the blooming emotions in his alpha, “yes. Al-alpha. Yes, ‘m begging,” he bites his lip, the pain stinging through him, “p-please?” Writhing as much as he can to feel the cuffs dig a little into his wrists and the spreader bar into his ankles does nothing to tamper down his excitement. 

Bucky chuckles, “at least you-you’re honest,” and begins to crawl over to him, apparently too impatient to wait any longer. 

The sight of his alpha, powerful and bulky with muscle and coiled control, crawling on his hands and knees, bound straight towards him renders him completely useless. Steve sags back against the restraints and waits, panting.

The serene, silent waiting for his alpha lasts about five more seconds. 

After five seconds the relief turns sour and he’s back to sobbing and whining because even though his alpha- his big, strong alpha, is within touching distance and sitting between his thighs he’s. Not. Fucking. Touching. Him. 

Bucky is sitting on his haunches with his legs close enough together that he’s not touching his spread legs at all. None of their skin is touching. Bucky’s sitting up and not lying on top of him. Yet he’s close enough that Steve can smell every little part of his scent: the smoky, musky tone of his general arousal that’s just beginning to tip into his rut on top of the heavier, darker scent of his pre-cum and sweat. Steve’s mouth fills with saliva. The smell seeps into his pores and becomes a part of him, stamped onto his hindbrain and making his instincts yowl even louder, begging to be mounted and bred. His callused, rough but oh-so gentle hands are outstretched but they’re hovering over his skin. Not really touching him. Just feigning it. 

Illogically Steve tries to move up into it with a sob, finally processing that it’s not that time is just moving slow for him all of the sudden but his alpha’s doing. He arches his back, muscles shaking and sweat rolling down his shoulders to pool in the small of his back as he rounds his chest forward, trying to get him to actually fucking touch him. 

Yet. 

Bucky’s hands evade him, pulling yet another pathetic sound from him, “alpha-” he weakly cries. He’s melted, nothing but a pool of slick and pure lust. His alpha only growls and smirks dangerously, completely taking his hands away. 

Steve crumples. Defeat and reluctant understanding comes crashing down around him. Listen to me or you don’t get anything- Steve’s heard and “understood” the lesson a million times. It doesn’t ever stick. At least not for longer and a few hours. He’s too greedy and needy and, fuck. Another sob cuts out of him. 

The air that his alpha is displacing as he waves his hand just above his skin - still not fucking touching him - causes him to whine pathetically, raising chills all over him. 

More tears roll down his cheeks but he relaxes back down against the bed against all his instincts. Dropping onto his back and blushing and moaning when his ass collides with the bed. A filthy wet sound becomes the loudest sound in the room. His ass cheeks slide wetly, hotly against each other. He can feel how swollen and puffy his cunt is.

Bucky looks at him like a lion about to tear into a gazelle, “I can’t decide if next time ‘round if I’ll do just this again… make you ruin the bed with your slick and my cum-” Steve can’t help the high, needy keen that bursts out of him, he’s dizzy he wants his cock so fucking bad. Bucky only chuckles and goes on, talking over his pitiful noises, “or if I’ll plug you so you don’t get so whiny,” Steve moans. Tears spring to his eyes at the idea of having anything inside of him. 

Oh god. Please. 

He needs to be filled. He needs it. He’s wet enough. He’s loose enough- his heat makes sure of that. He needs to be fucked. He needs to be bred. 

“Yeah,” Bucky laughs darkly, just this side of a growl and the other side of hysterical, “could fill you up again and again, plugging you up between every round until you’re actually begging me to take it out, ‘mega.” Steve shivers as much as he can in the restraints. Bucky pitches his voice a little higher as he fucks his fist again now that he’s comfortable between his thighs, mocking him over the wet sounds, “Alpha- alpha, ALPHA! I want it out! I don’t want to hold all of your cum in my pretty little, tight fucking cunt anymore! It’s too much! I’m too full! Take it out of me! Please!”  

Steve whimpers, desperate heat flaring between his legs and stabbing him in the gut. Another wave of slick gushes out of him. He’s fucking losing it.  

And at that exact moment is when Bucky decides, unceremoniously, to drop his hands onto his thighs. Steve all but screams. His skin is hypersensitive after not being touched on top of being hypersensitive in general from heat. 

Bucky’s hands are so hot (even his metal hand has been warmed by the sex-thick air), so big, and moving so heavily over his feverish skin. It’s driving him even further out of his mind. It’s so much sensation so suddenly after having none. But his alpha pays him no mind, swamping him in sensation that’s too much but also not enough. Not at all. It’s not pleasure, it’s just-

Just fluff. Just filler. Steve doesn’t want filler, he wants- he needs the real thing. 

Steve’s throat constricts and his lungs stop working but he gets out a tiny little sob of, “Buck-” 

Bucky rumbles and lets his fingers find his waist, moving up from his thighs after purposefully skirting around his deprived dick, but he doesn't otherwise respond. His fingers squeeze his hips like they do when he’s fucking him. It makes him that much more hungry for his cock, feeling something that he’s come to expect as a secondary sensation to the huge stretch of him sliding into him. Fuck. It’s like he’s missing a part of himself. But it’s his alpha’s cock. God- alpha has me wrapped around his finger, doesn’t he? 

Next Bucky’s fingers trace the Adonis lines of his hips and feather his ribs- he’s on too much fire to be ticklish though. The flames have burned through his skin and are lapping at his muscles and nerves. He’s saved from one torture only to be fully submerged in another. Bucky’s fingers trace circles around his nipples. Not really touching him there either. Steve whines, high and sharp to his own ears. 

“Lookit how flushed your tits are, ‘mega,” his alpha sighs. Steve trembles, sobbing brokenly as pleasure cuts him down to size, Bucky’s fingernails scraping over the sensitive flush of his nipples. There’s a whole ocean of lava in his stomach, pooling and overflowing. 

His fingers leave his nipples. Relief and agony twin inside of him, melting into just one thing: lust. 

The next part of his flushed, sweaty, and painfully sensitive body under his alpha’s attention is his scent gland. The light, teasing drag of his fingernails over his throat and bonding mark don’t come close to scratching the itch of heat- incentives for enticing mates and being bitten. Trickles of liquid pleasure drip into his veins and just as he’s about to plead for his alpha’s teeth instead of his fingers and nails his alpha leans fully onto him, pressing him down into the mattress and pressing their lips together. 

Steve can’t even moan or gasp or sob in relief. 

He’s frozen. Frozen in place because his whole world has fucking stopped. 

All of his alpha, pressing against all of him. 

The fire under his skin quiets with their bare skin slickly sliding together. It makes no sense. Bucky is more or less just as hot as he is - worked up to a fever from being so turned on - but nothing about the primal, animal need of bonding and mating ever seems to make sense. Especially their bond, decades strong and still going. It feels so good. 

His lips push against his, making Steve open his mouth and let his alpha’s devilish tongue slip in between his lips, allowing and welcoming him to take control of the ravenous embrace. A whine works its way out of him only to be swallowed down Bucky’s throat. 

When Bucky tears away from him a string of their spit stays for a moment before breaking and snapping wetly back onto his lower lip and chin. It shouldn’t make him hotter. But it does. 

“Please,” Steve mewls, angling up for another kiss even as his lungs are still trying to use the break to draw in air, “pluh-” the pads of Bucky’s fingers rub at his scent gland, sending waves and waves of shivers over his skin. His vision is all haze and all he can feel is desperation, wriggling and heavy underneath his skin, “alphaaa,” he whines again, stuck in a loop. A loop of heat and arousal and lust and need and-

“Huh, omega?” Bucky teases, drawing his hand back only to lick his thumb sensually. He places his thumb back against his pulsing scent gland, rubbing his hot, wet thumb against him. 

Steve throws his head back, giving up all of his neck to Bucky’s eyes and hands- if he’s in that kind of mood, “ah, fuck me,” he pleads, sobbing the words out.

“You sure?” Bucky says, being a purposeful dick and talking through Steve’s frantic nodding and whimpered sounds that plead yesyesyesyes. “You sure you wanna start already?” He stares hotly down at him, pupils completely blown, causing him to squirm, “you’re not gonna wait out your pre-heat so you don’t get so tired of taking my knot over the next couple days? I know it’s big-” Steve would currently like to fucking growl back at his alpha. Jesus. Christ. “-and I know you get sore, doll. Don’t wanna make you hurt more than we have to, right?” 

It’s a boldfaced lie. So much of it. Steve has been past pre-heat for some time now. Steve doesn’t give a shit about being sore. Bucky does. Steve doesn’t. He wants it to hurt some, he wants to push the serum and see how long the soreness will last. Steve wouldn’t ever get tired of his fucking knot. His cock. 

Still, none of it stops Bucky from saying it. 

“‘M sssure-” Steve sobs.

“Yeah, you are,” Bucky growls, feasting on him as he looks over his body with hungry eyes. He leans down and their lips meet. 

Steve gasps into the hot, messy kiss but beyond that his mouth won’t work. He can’t make himself kiss back. He just lies there yet again, restrained under the heat throbbing through him, doing nothing but letting Bucky take from him while everything in him chants in agreement. Takemetakemetakeme. The heat of the desire ridden kiss melts down to his bones and insides, it’s so erotic. 

“Yeah,” his alpha gruffs out, pushing the word into his mouth then pulling back. Steve’s muscles are too weak to follow so he just whimpers pathetically, hands jerking against the cuffs as he momentarily forgets where he is. Everything about him is coated in the haze of heat. He has sunk down below the surface and is now unable to fight. 

“You smell like you need it, ‘mega.” 

Steve freezes, eyes watering, tears slipping down his burning hot cheeks like the relief slipping into his veins prematurely now that his alpha is admitting something. Anything. 

“You smell like sex and I haven’t even done anything to you sweetheart-” his muscles tremble, his hole clenches around nothing; ravenous and empty, so, so empty. Bucky lowers his head, coming closer to him and nosing a line up the side of his neck from his collarbone only to growl into his ear, hot and heavy, “you smell like breeding stock,” Steve chokes. He jerks, trying to seize up into the obscene words but also trying to shut his legs. Fuck Bucky for knowing his darkest fantasies.  

Being used to breed. Just to be bred. Not having to think. Just to orgasm and be bred. Used. Just getting filled and fucked and- 

Oh god. 

Steve fucking quakes. He’s leaking so much slick between his trembling thighs that “leaking” isn’t even a good fucking word for it anymore. He’s so wet and hot and- and ready. Fuck. He’s so ready for his alpha. 

His eyes burn with tears as his ears burn with heat from the filth spilling out of his alpha’s mouth, “my omega-” Steve makes a helpless gutted noise at the possessiveness gripping his voice “-dripping slick and begging for it even though you’re barely into your heat. Poor thing.” Bucky pets his hair, voice taking on pretend sympathy that cuts him to the bone. His eyes shut impossibly tight. He might actually cum all over himself without Bucky doing anything to him. “So desperate for me. An’ so wet and ready-” Bucky echoes his thoughts and Steve can’t take it. 

“Alpha-!” He hoarsely whimpers, unravelling. 

“Mmm-hmm, just what I thought. Greedy and ready, well, impatient for me to breed, huh?” Steve is lightheaded and dizzy and unsteady and just generally ready to fucking die at his alpha’s hands. “You want my cock?” Steve chokes on a sob, nodding his head desperately. Bucky grinds down into him. The hot, solid line of his cock has Steve femininely moaning when it would make anyone in their right mind gulp and just feel intimidated by his size. “No,” the dark haired alpha chuckles, continuing on, “no, you want my knot and my cum, don’tcha, baby?” 

Steve, heat crazed, can’t stop himself from babbling, “yesalphayes. Yes, please!”

“Mmm,” Bucky hums against his lips kissing him and filleting him open. Then nips his lower lip. The pain of it stings and sparkles down Steve’s wrecked nervous system, he shudders. As Bucky pulls away, letting his lip hit back against his lower teeth after finally letting it go, their chests peel apart. 

The eye contact is intense, so intense that there’s not a way to describe it that does it justice. Electricity crackles between them. Steve is hyperventilating. 

“Yeah,” the alpha nods once he sits all the way back up, looking more and more undone, “I’m gonna fill your pretty cunt up and give you what you need, ‘mega.” 

Steve sighs and blinks, sending a new rush of tears down his cheeks. Bucky grinds down into him again, sending nonsensical moans flying out of him, “ppplease-” 

The only reason Steve knows Bucky is moving through his wrecked, hazy vision is because there’s an absence of that glorious fucking cock pressing against him and how he can feel his alpha’s weight shifting on the bed. His moving pulls the sheets, dragging them between his cheeks and riling him up impossibly more. He’s so wet and hot that he can’t process it. He gasps brokenly.  

He’s so filled with tension that he’s this close to snapping. His eyes shut tighter, his breathing picks up, anticipation filling his already full body. There’s so much feeling happening. It’s overwhelming. 

It’s overwhelming before his alpha even slides his first finger between his legs, tracing from his hot, tight balls down to his aching, desperately aching, soaked hole; pausing only to massage his perineum and push noise after noise of him. Steve makes a sound like he’s drowning because he is. He is. He’s about ready to howl about needing to cum when his alpha moves on. He sobs again or keeps on sobbing. 

Bucky plays with his entrance only for a second, showing him a glimpse of mercy, circling the fluttering, hungry muscle only to growl and push. 

“Oh- oh!” Steve moans, throwing his head back, rattling the cuffs and spreader bar with his thrashing. 

There was no warning but now there’s just pressure and pleasure. And they’re blooming under his skin, exploding and unfolding. He mewls, the noise fucked out of him as he presses farther into him. His toes curl. There’s just pressure pushing into him and his muscles are yielding like they aren’t even there- Steve is in over his fucking head.

Yesyesyesyesyes his thoughts race, instincts and hindbrain going haywire with a single taste of what he’s been ravenously chasing after for so long. 

The other man’s heavy breaths that sound more like exhaled groans puff humidly over his aching, rock hard dick and balls. It shakes Steve to the core. Just a little huff of pleasure wiping him out. Wiping him out like the finger sliding into him, pushing all the way into the hilt. Bucky growls darkly, twisting his finger and making filthy wet sounds take up the room just before his words do, “fuck, baby, you swallowed that right up, didn’t you?”

Steve finds himself only able to writhe against his restraints, the spreader bar feels particularly cruel now. He wants to wrap his legs around Bucky and make sure he can’t get away, pulling him in and in between his legs until he has all of Bucky inside him. His fingers are so fucking good but they’re not enough. They’re not enough. They’re not enough-

The pleasure under his skin is good but it’s also got barbed wire edges, reminding him that it’s barely a fraction of what he needs. Just like how only one of his fingers isn’t what he wants or needs. 

More. 

He needs more.  

Another keening, whining sob bursts out of him. This one is indescribably desperate, on the edge of being completely hysterical.

Bucky quells him by pushing another finger into him. Steve is choking on his alpha’s ever growing aroused scent, mixing with his own sweet, entrancing scent. Thankfully he barely teases him this time and instead just adds the tip of his second finger against his other without preamble, rumbling, “yeah, you did, you really fucking did- Jesus, Stevie, ‘s like you’ve already taken something, huh? All melted and wet.” Steve can hear his alpha licking his lips. He can hear the wet, pornographic sounds of his own body taking him. He wants to melt through the fucking mattress. 

“You’re so easy for me-” he coos, rough around the edges, pushing his second finger completely into him. Steve moans outrageously, pleasure swamping him, and Bucky has to talk louder over him “-all slick and clinging to my fingers. You’re fucking starved for it, aren’t you?” 

Steve can’t respond. He can hardly fucking swallow or breath or anything because he is. He is. He’s starved for it. 

Knot. Knot. Breed. Bite. Bond. Knot. Knot. Knotknotkn- 

The feeling of his alpha’s third finger has his eyes rolling back under his shut eyelids, interrupting the claws of his hindbrain pushing to the forefront of his mind. A moan comes erupting out of him, his cunt pulses around the new intrusion, muscles cramping he needs it so bad. The tip of his fingers brushes his prostate suddenly and Steve howls. Oh god. Oh god. Oh. Oh- 

Pleasure fucking rockets through him, forcing his back to arch and his eyes to roll again. 

His alpha’s next sound is practically fucking feral because of his reaction. Steve’s head flies that much higher into the clouds, smelling how his alpha’s arousal is turned up to eleven suddenly. His mouth waters, gaping open. Bucky presses harder against his prostate.

Steve weeps, clenching even harder around the three fingers he has inside of him, spreading him open, thrusting in and out of him. He needs his fucking cock, his knot, and he doesn’t get why the fuck his alpha hasn’t just-

“Ready?” Bucky pants, kissing his way up his thigh, moving his fingers inside him. Pulling out and pushing in. All three of them, his pinkie tracing his rim, teasing. 

Steve has no idea what he’s talking about. He can’t fucking think. There’s no room for thoughts inside him when he has all this desperation and heat too. 

Bucky chuckles, breathless, his desperation is feeding into Steve’s now through the bond, tugging and tugging and tugging between them. Tangling them in each other until Steve doesn’t know where he ends and Bucky begins. It’s a fucking mess. Steve whimpers and squirms weakly, cuffs squeaking under his strength. 

“Gotta pull my fingers out so I can fuck you, ‘mega,” Bucky warns. 

“Ngh-” Steve moans, trying to nod around the army of shivers that marches through him, stomping him down. He’s not sure if he succeeds or not. But he bites down on his inner cheek, trying, in vain, to prepare himself. 

Then he nods again, attempting to be brave with tears dripping down his face and into his mouth. 

His alpha pulls his fingers out of his needy cunt and-

Steve’s world bursts into a world of sharp agony, white-hot pain searing behind his squeezed shut eyes as sobs cut out of his lungs, his nose begins to run, his heart hammers through his chest, violently his dick twitches and drools, and his hole clenches desperately. He- he, he needs his alpha. His fingers. His cock. His knot. He needs it. So bad. 

He doesn’t even realize that he’s whining - high and loud in his panic and hurt - for the whole time he’s empty until Bucky thrusts into him. His cock forces its way into his body and Steve chokes on the noise, getting stopped like a switch flicking.

Steve’s legs are shaking but it doesn’t matter, all that matters is the burn of his muscles, twinning with the burn of Bucky’s thick, fucking huge cock sliding into him. Splitting him apart. Filling him burstingly full of cock. The blonde nearly swallows his tongue when his instincts scream knot me knot me knotmeknotmeknotme- 

He somehow momentarily forgot that Bucky gets bigger. His instincts remind him with their screaming and his world blacks out for a second.

Fuck. 

A yowling, instinctive, almost mating-call-like sound cuts out of him from the deepest, most animal parts of him as Bucky finally stops plunging forward, settling all the way inside him. Deep inside him. 

He needs it. His knot. 

More.

With a shudder of his own, the brunette collapses down on top of him, caught between growling with everything he has in him and panting to catch his breath. Steve must be making a noise instead of breathing because he’s dizzy. But he can’t really tell. His ears are ringing. 

His alpha mouths at and drags his teeth over the sensitive skin of his scent gland. Steve arches his neck as much as he can, sweat rolling down him and stars bursting behind his eyelids as he moans, “ah, ah-!” Pleasure tumbles down his spine with the laps of his hot tongue. 

“Steve,” Bucky breathes, shaky and soft. 

“Buck-” Steve whimpers back, his head just the slightest bit clearer with his cock inside him and their chests pressed together. Still- his head is not that clear. He noses Bucky’s temple weakly - nearly failing in holding his own head up - until he lifts his head from his neck and leaning forward, eyes sliding shut as their lips meet. A keen bubbles up out of Steve. His lips are hot and slick and, “a’pha-” he pleads, the air between their mouths hot and charged. 

Bucky’s lips pull back into something between a smile and a snarl. Either way it’s primal and attractive, so much so that it brings a squeak out of Steve. Bucky nips his chin, his jaw, and then their bond mark on his neck. A flare goes off inside him. Bite me. Bite me. Bite me. 

His alpha’s teeth sink into his neck and Steve moans, chest heaving. Arousal curls even tighter in his gut, coiling like a snake, pumping it’s venom into him. 

And then Bucky straightens up with a growl, his lips still pulled into a cocky, dangerous smirk. Having him look at him like that makes Steve feel like a tiny little omega being cornered by the biggest, most perfect and dominant alpha in the pack. Primal and hot like the need thundering through him. 

His alpha settles his hands, flesh and metal, on his hips. Smacking them down heavily because he knows Steve likes the sting and he knows the sting will make his cunt tighten up around him. Steve whines and squirms, clenching down on him. 

“Ple-” Steve begins. 

He doesn’t get to finish. He doesn’t get anything else but a high, squealed moans of, “ah! Ah! Ah!” out after because Bucky starts slamming into him over and over again. Pounding into him and forcing his slick to drip out around the girth of his cock. His alpha cock that has Steve turning into a pile of mush. He’s fucking him so hard so suddenly that Steve’s brain melts out of his ears and his fingers ball into fists. There’s so much of him and so much pleasure and-

Steve thrashes against the assault of pleasure crashing into him like a fucking plane, “oh! Oh- ah! Ngh! Nghhh-ah. Ah. Ah!”  

He can’t close his mouth. He can’t peel his eyes back open to watch the rapture paint itself over his alpha’s face. He can’t stop sobbing and he thought he was crying before but, no, no he was dead fucking wrong. He can’t say anything unless you count the helpless, pathetic noises that are getting fucked out of him and sound feminine and desperate to his own ears- his ears which are pounding with the rushing of his hot blood through his veins. 

All he can do is try and fail to absorb the astronomical amounts of pleasure. He’s more pleasure than man. There’s so much pleasure inside him, fuck, there’s so much inside him. 

Bucky, his alpha, he’s groaning senselessly, watching where their bodies are colliding, the base of the all-consuming pleasure rushing and rushing through them. He’s just running his mouth as his hips take him apart thrust by thrust, panting around promises of breeding him and giving him his knot, plugging him with his knot so he can fill him up with his cum, giving him everything he has- 

Steve is drooling and still crying. 

He’s shaking. 

He’s going to come apart at the seams. 

Steve doesn’t get time to get a warning out before he’s clenching and the heat inside him is too unbearable to deal with any longer. Time melts away. Flames ball together and explode in a wreck of too much heat and pressure. 

And he’s cumming. 

He’s cumming in just a few minutes of his alpha pounding into him like it’s his first fucking time getting fucked through his heat and Steve lets out an aroused and pathetic fucking sound. A cry that makes his own dick twitch it’s so wrecked sounding.

Fucking shit. 

He didn’t even realize he was cresting over until he was and-

Steve’s vision fizzles out to black, his body goes entirely limp as his cum spills over his belly in all consuming pumps, hot and wet like the slick that can escape around Bucky’s thick cock, drooling out, his hole milks his alpha’s cock for all it’s worth, pleasure sky-rocketing past what he thought was his fucking limits. He feels every part of himself unravel seam by seam. 

When Steve floats back down life- life is still hot and wet and fucking insanely good feeling. So good that he feels high, hazy and slow. But the other half of the trade off is how the desperation and need comes back to punch him in the gut along with the goodness. Steve whines. 

Cumming in heat is good. Always so fucking good. But… the blonde swallows around his hurting throat. He needs his alpha knot. 

“A’phaaaa,” he moans softly, head lolled back. 

Bucky is still panting above him, their hips are pressed painfully tightly together so all of his length is inside him. He’s so hard and big and- oh Jesus Christ. 

Steve swallows again, swearing that he can feel him in his throat. He’s fucking speared on cock. He whimpers and finally notes that the brunette is holding his hips still, the same way he was when he was fucking him. Only now his grip is so tight (and Steve doesn’t have a distraction against it) that he can’t help but wince, “s-sorry, doll,” his alpha pants. Shaking himself and loosening his grip as he groans, “god-”  

He completely understands the sentiment of the groaned word. He gasps. One last wave of internal spasms shake Steve’s internal muscles, uncontrollable and eye-rolling. Bucky makes a surprisingly high noise and his fingers dig back into him for just a second. Steve mewls, driven even further out of his mind as his body tries to lock around his alpha’s cock when his knot hasn’t blown yet. Tight, tight, tight- his body chants while his mind tries to fight off the uncontrollable reaction, knowing his alpha still has more to give him. 

Steve slurs, “k-keep goin’.”  

Bucky rumbles low and rough, seemingly gathering himself while he touches him. Buying himself time to also recover from feeling his omega cum around his cock, no doubt. 

Steve sighs, the sound a little on the line of a squeak as his hands explore his stomach and pecs. His fingers are warm and gentle but rough, worn by calluses, as they paint invisible lines over him. Steve tries to keep up with them in his head but then he’s pinching and twisting his nipple and he can’t because there’s pleasure throbbing through him, shooting down from his chest to his groin. 

He pulls at the cuffs, needy, as Bucky roughly drawls, “these tits all for me? All big and sensitive, aren't they, doll?” Steve squeaks, his face heating up as his heart races, pumping boiling blood to his dick and hole too. Embarrassment and pleasure tying together. He grins, looking sex-crazed, “mmm hmm, they are,” as he thumbs his peaked nipples. Steve moans, only proving his point. 

His alpha purposefully drags out the sensation of his shaft against his inner walls, pulling out torturously, unendingly slowly. 

“Oh,” Steve moans, the sound punched out of him. Eyelashes fluttering. Now that he’s cum and his alpha hasn't, his body is impossibly tight around him. He feels so much bigger. Impossibly bigger. 

Bucky chuckles - the sound strangled - indicating that he said some or all of that out loud. Embarrassment curls through his lust even further, becoming inseparable in his body. Heating him further. 

His hips pause with pulling out and the feeling of the ridge between his shaft and head guts Steve, sitting right there at his entrance. With just the head of his mate’s cock is left inside him, he swaps directions, pushing in.  

“Oh,” Steve moans again, unable to stop the embarrassing noise as his toes curl. He’s a broken record. Pleasure and pressure push at his head, ridding him of logic. Making him useless. 

All he’s good for is being used. He shudders. 

“So fuckin’ tight,” Bucky growls, beginning to pull out of the home he’s carved inside of Steve already. He pushes back in again. He pulls out. Pushes in. Pulls out. 

Steve’s eyes are watering, his mouth is dry from panting, his breathing is shallow and fast, and he has no fucking clue how his alpha is holding it together. All he wants is to break the fucking spreader bar and curl his legs around his thick waist and hold onto him for dear life, curling up around him, as he begs to be pounded into again. But… 

Bucky just works him back up methodically, winding him tighter and tighter and tighter. And only starts fucking him again when he’s tight enough to snap with just a touch more pressure. 

Like, he starts really fucking him. 

Their bodies collide hard enough to leave Steve’s skin stinging. He hopes he’ll have marks. He hopes along with the remaining soreness from Bucky’s huge fucking knot that he’ll be too sore to sit down because he was fucked to well. Bred too well. 

Steve gasps and looses his mind all over again at something Bucky’s cock does inside of him, pleasure singeing his nerves and leaving him shaking. 

He needs it. More. He needs Bucky’s knot. He needs him to breed him and fill him up with his cum. He wants it leaking out of him and sitting in his cunt. He wants-

Bucky growls and bites at his collarbone cruelly, indicating that his filthy thoughts are spilling over into his alpha’s head through the bond. Driving him wild. Pushing regular sex into fucking. Into mating.  

Mating; wild, animal, and completely uncontrollable. 

All the blonde can think as his alpha pounds into him then is: it’s true, it’s true, I want it. All of it. It’s fuckin’ true. Need your cum, your, your fuckin’ pups, need to be bred- It only serves to drive his alpha to fuck him impossibly harder, rougher, grabbing at him and digging his fingernails in as he mouths and bites at his neck and chest. Pleasure rises inside of him like a tide. He’s plunged under the surface. Six feet under. 

Then for a second- an agonizing, torturous second Bucky stills his hips. 

Steve hears himself hoarsely sob, “no! I wwant-” as he tries to buck up and get him to keep moving even though he’s pinned. He has no leverage. He can’t do anything and it’s awful. Steve doesn’t even register what’s happening until Bucky hushes him, his voice is a barely audible growl that vibrates through him where their chests are pressed together, bodies slick and hot. 

And Steve then catches up to what his alpha is doing to him.

His cock is fully, fully inside him again instead of moving in or out. In a damn near Pavlovian response Steve swallows, seemingly choking on the length of him in his throat, rearranging his insides in the best way. 

His knot is nearly fully blown - it’ll only take a couple more pumps for it to fully expand - and Bucky is letting him feel that. Letting him feel the girth of his cock as he circles his hips meanly, battering his prostate. Pleasure batters Steve, knocking him flat on his back and cutting him open, filling him up with fire. 

Steve’s hands jerk in the restraints and a high, piercing whine drops out of his gaped mouth, Jesus. Fucking. Christ.  

Bucky makes a noise that’s completely animal before dangerously rumbling out, “oh, I know what you want, honey, it’s okay-” he roughly breaks off into a purr, putting his own shaking hands against his belly. Steve nearly passes out, feeling the pressure of his alpha’s hands pressing on the outside of his tummy while his alpha’s cock presses against the inside. 

He feels paper thin. 

He feels owned. 

He feels used. 

He feels like he could cum again if he would just, just let his knot pop. But, fuck, it already feels like so much. So much that… how’s he supposed to take more? His tears come back, spilling from under his tightly shut eyelids. 

“S’much-” he hears himself slur. 

“Yeah, it’s a lot, huh?” His alpha pants, rubbing his belly and pressing his body back down onto his cock as he tries to arch up, the feelings overwhelming him. Steve keens desperately, mind racing as his floats away from real life and into a world of pure pleasure. “‘S a lot but you were meant to take it, weren’t you?” He growls, pausing to lap at their bonding mark on his neck. Steve might black out again. His dick drips onto his stomach, throbbing and aching as much as he’s ever felt it. 

“Meant to take me. Meant to be bred. My omega. Mine, ” Bucky snarls and pulls back out of him, getting back to fucking him dizzyingly fast. Going from still to moving and pushing Steve from feeling like he’s going to die to actually, possibly dying from a pleasure overdose. 

His skin is hypersensitive, slick with sweat and tingling from pleasure. His eyes are shut as tight as they can be as sparks explode behind his eyes. His mind is wiped from anything but alpha, alpha, alphaalphaalpha- His body is shaking from head to toe. His nerves are all alight with pleasure. His heat is throbbing and tearing him apart into a million, billion tiny pieces with his alpha’s help. 

Fucking shit. 

Steve falls over the edge. Cumming and probably screaming (his ears are ringing too much for him to really tell) as Bucky pushes into him the last time before he can’t. Before he’s too fucking big to. The pressure and the girth of his knot at the base of his cock forces Steve’s second orgasm out of him. 

The omega hits another plane of fucking existence with his peak, going limp in the restraints and under Bucky as his orgasm plows over him. 

There is no way to describe it. It’s so good. So fucking good.

And then- 

Then, Steve finds himself able to cling to consciousness enough that he feels his alpha cum. He definitely screams at that. He has to because almost cums again (and might’ve, actually) even though he’s not done cumming a second time at the feeling of all that pressure increasing inside him. Hot and wet as he gets filled up, his alpha spilling into him. 

It’s so much.  

It’s what he was made for. 

Steve blacks out. Pleasure chews him up unremorsefully and spits him out. Lightning cuts through him. Desire shatters him into too many pieces to count. Heat takes up every nook and cranny inside of him and unravels him into a single string. 

But satisfaction joins all those feelings too. For now. His heat will be back before it’s over…