What to do when assignments are kicking your ass? Write whatever the hell this is š
"Steve, if you don't want this...", He swallows, pupils wide. Breath coming out in harsh pants. "... you gotta leave. Leave, baby, "Steve stands frozen on the doorway. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated. He looks so fucking good, being swallowed by Bucky's favorite sweater. "Leave. Leave before...before I do something you will regret",
Steve overwhelmed by the potent smell of Bucky's pheromones, whimpers, whines when Bucky growls at the decadent sound. Bucky's hands are twitching. His voice is an octave lower, if he stands up, Steve won't have a chance to go. If Steve runs, Bucky will chase. And he will take. God, Steve's gotta leave. All that slick smelling so good in Bucky's room.
"Bucky...", He whispers, voice lost and confused. God, if Bucky was a bad man, he would play the sympathy card. He would try to reach for Steve's nurturing side. God, he really shouldn't. He shouldn't manipulate his boy like this. But it's just so hard. His knot is large and hurting. "Let me then. Let me go", Bucky realizes it then, Steve's not frozen because he doesn't know what to do. He's just overwhelmed and Bucky's staring deep in his eyes. Bucky's the one that's holding him there. Alphas do that, in fact dominat Alphas do that to trap omegas in their space. They stare deep, in their omega's eyes, they don't break the stare. The omega will stand frozen, overwhelmed and soft. And Steve looks pretty like this. Lost and confused. It's a good look on him.
Bucky doesn't break the stare. He stands up, Steve's body shakes. Bucky is slow as he walks up to Steve. Bucky then gives him a chance to make a run for it. He blinks, and Steve scared, turns and runs.
The boy doesn't get far. Bucky chases him and catches him in the kitchen. Loud voices ring around the room.
Steve's standing on the other wide of the counter. He's shaking so hard, lips trembling but Bucky can smell it, his boy's slick is potent. God, he smells ready. Ready to be had.
Bucky is already tired of the chase. If he wasn't so far into his rut. He would do it the whole fucking day. Just chase his boy's to his heart's content. But not today. Not today.
He softens his demeanor because apparently he is a bad man. He let's his body be soft, his eyes softening around the edges. He tilts his head a little. "Baby, Stevie. My Stevie, don't you want a hug, sweetheart?"He asks, voice laden with sweetness. Steve's not moving, though. He's not convinced.
"Come on, Barnes. Dont fucking do this to him"
"Honey, I'm hurting. It hurts so fucking bad, Stevie", Steve's pretty face scrunches up in pain. Eyes darting all over the place.
He walks around and comes closer. Bucky let's him, come closer keeps his body open. It's a lot. His blood his roaring in his body and he just wants Steve in his arms.
Steve steps into his arms and Bucky immediately envelops him in his hold. Steve smells so good. God, the things he would to this hot little body. He tightens his hold. Steve whimpers, head falling in the crook of Buckys neck.
"Good boy", He murmurs in Steve's ear.
"Barnes, you bastard! You'll regret this, you asshole. Come on, man". He won't ever regret this. Steve's his. Who could regret such a pretty boy.
He sweeps Steve off his feet, carries him bridal style to his bedroom. Steve gasps. He's not used to it. Being carried like this. He's Captain America, and no one should be able to carry him. But Bucky is a dominant alpha in rut. Anything's possible.
"You smell so good, sweetheart. Gonna make you smell even better, aren't I? I'm gonna pump you so full of my kids, Stevie-", Steve lets out a broken whimper as Bucky lays him down in his bed. Their bed. He's not letting Steve go. Not again.
"Buck...", He whispers, eyes falling shut, as Bucky gropes him all over. He takes takes off Steve's shorts, and palms his sweet ass. Steve, turns, presenting his ass for Bucky to take. It's a pretty sight.
