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Steve stirred from his restless sleep, his body already humming with need. The moonlight casting shadows in the room only heightened the feeling, sharpening every sensation. He felt Bucky’s familiar warmth beside him, his breathing slow and deep, signaling that he was still fast asleep.
Steve ground his erection into the mattress, the friction sending a wave of pleasure through him. His eyes drifted to Bucky’s peaceful form, soft snores escaping his lips.
He couldn’t help himself.
The weight of his desire was too much to ignore, and the sight of Bucky, so relaxed from their earlier activities, only made Steve’s mind race with ideas.
Carefully, Steve pulled down Bucky’s sweatpants, exposing him to the cool air of the room. He swallowed hard, his mouth watering in anticipation.
Bucky didn’t stir, his body was pliant and inviting. Steve lined himself up, pushing in slowly, savoring the way Bucky’s body instinctively opened up to him, still relaxed from their evening sex.
“God, you feel so good,” Steve whispered into the quiet room, his voice thick with lust as he buried himself fully inside his sleeping boyfriend. His hips moved slowly, his movements measured and careful, not wanting to wake Bucky just yet.
The heat of Bucky’s body around him was intoxicating, every inch of him responding to the friction in ways that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up Steve’s spine.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to the back of Bucky’s neck, breathing in his scent. “Fuck,” he murmured, rolling his hips again, his cock sliding deeper, pushing himself to his limit.
A soft moan escaped Bucky’s lips, his body beginning to stir beneath Steve’s weight. “Hey, sugar,” Steve panted softly, his movements becoming more deliberate, more forceful. He could feel Bucky’s breathing shift, his body tensing as he woke.
“Steve!” Bucky cried out, the sound slurred with sleep. “I was sleepin’," Bucky mumbled weakly, his eyes fluttering open as he tried to understand what was happening. But Steve didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. The need was overwhelming, driving him forward.
“Your Captain woke up horny in the middle of the night, baby boy,” Steve growled against Bucky’s ear, his voice low and dangerous. “It’s your duty to serve me.”
Bucky whimpered, his body caught between pleasure and exhaustion, his muscles sore from earlier. “Cap,” he groaned, his voice thick with lust. “I’m tired, c’mon. Go get off in the bathroom or somethin’.”
But Steve wasn’t having it. “You know that’s not how this works, babydoll,” Steve said, a dark edge creeping into his voice. His teeth grazed the back of Bucky’s neck, biting down not only to leave a mark, hard enough to draw blood.
Bucky hissed in pain, his mind still foggy from sleep, but Steve’s words cut through the haze. “You know full well that when I want to fuck this pussy, I can and I will. You don’t get to say no to me. You can only use your special words.”
The words sent a shiver down Bucky’s spine, his body reacting immediately. His hole clenched around Steve’s cock, and a moan escaped his lips.
“Steve – ” Bucky moaned, but Steve cut him off, his hand wrapping tightly around Bucky’s throat, choking him just enough to remind him who was in control.
“You call me what you’re supposed to, boy,” Steve growled in his ear, his voice dripping with dominance. “Or you’ll get me angry with you. You don’t wanna make me angry, do you?”
Bucky’s breath hitched, his heart racing. He whimpered, his body betraying him as pleasure was evident, his mind torn between resistance and submission. His cock was leaking onto the mattress, the sensation overwhelming as Steve continued to thrust into him. “Captain, oh, fuck, stop,” Bucky moaned, his words losing their conviction.
But Steve wasn’t stopping. “Good boys like you don’t say no to their Captain,” he said, his voice low and threatening, each thrust punctuating his words.
Bucky’s body trembled, his thoughts swirling in a mess of desire.
Sometimes, Bucky couldn’t help but wonder how years of trauma had twisted his desires, leaving him with a dark, painful need for something as destructive as a rape fantasy. But despite the conflicted feelings that gnawed at him, he and Steve had learned to navigate it. Steve knew exactly how to push those buttons and how to turn the pain into pleasure.
“Hands above your head,” Steve ordered, his grip tightening around Bucky’s throat.
Bucky hesitated, his hands twitching at his sides. “Please, stop!” he begged, his voice small, a whimper of protest. But even as he spoke, his hands slowly moved, obeying the command, resting above his head.
Steve growled in approval, his thrusts becoming rougher, deeper. “Keep them there,” he warned. “Piss me off one more fuckin’ time, and I’m gonna show you what happens to ungrateful bad boys.”
Bucky’s mind reeled. “No,” he moaned, his voice barely a whisper, but Steve didn’t stop. He would keep going unless Bucky safeworded out.
As Steve's pace grew more frantic, his thrusts becoming harder and more relentless, Bucky’s breath came in ragged gasps, the hand around his throat cutting off just enough air to leave him dizzy.
His body was responding to every touch, every command. His cock twitched with arousal, leaking a steadily below him.
Steve bit down on Bucky’s shoulder, the sharp sting sending another jolt of sensation through him. “You feel that, baby boy?” Steve growled, his voice low. “That’s your Captain owning you. Your body, your mind—everything belongs to me.”
Bucky whimpered, the words lighting up a fire in his groin.
“Say it,” Steve demanded, his thrusts unrelenting. “Tell me who you belong to.”
Bucky whimpered, his body trembling beneath the weight of Steve’s command.
His mind spun with the awareness that, despite the illusion of powerlessness in this moment, he held the ultimate control. At any second, he could stop Steve with just one word—their safeword—a reminder that no matter how far they pushed, his boundaries were always respected.
“You, Captain,” Bucky whispered, his voice barely audible, laced with resignation. “I belong to you.”
Steve grinned, his hips snapping harder, his cock plunging deeper into Bucky with every thrust. “That’s right,” he growled, his grip on Bucky’s throat tightening for just a moment before releasing. “Good boy. You’re mine, and you’ll always be mine.”
Bucky’s breath came in short, shallow gasps as he struggled to catch his breath. His hands remained above his head, obediently placed where Steve had ordered them.
His mind was foggy, lost in the haze of submission and the pleasure that flickered within him.
Steve reached down, his hand wrapping around Bucky’s leaking cock, stroking him roughly in time with his thrusts. Bucky’s hips bucked forward into Steve’s hand, seeking the release he needed.
“Come for me, baby boy,” Steve commanded, his voice low and insistent. “You don’t get to say no, remember?”
Bucky’s body tensed. The orgasm ripped through him, his cock spilling over Steve’s hand as his body convulsed with the force of it. His moans were muffled by the pillow beneath him, but Steve heard them, and it only spurred him on.
With a few brutal thrusts, Steve followed Bucky over the edge, spilling himself deep inside him. He groaned, his grip on Bucky tightening as he rode out his climax, his body shuddering with the intensity of it.
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the sounds of their heavy breathing. Steve slowly pulled out, his hand lazily stroking Bucky’s back as he caught his breath.
Bucky lay still, his body aching.
Steve kissed the top of Bucky's head, his voice softening into a tender tone. “Good boy, baby. You did so well. How are you feeling?”
Bucky turned to him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. “Good. I don’t know why, but the more we do these rape scenes, the more they turn me on.”
Steve’s brow furrowed slightly with concern, but he kept his voice steady. “Good to hear, but are you sure there’s no real physical damage? I didn’t prep you.”
“I’m gonna be a little sore,” Bucky admitted, his gaze bright with the afterglow of their intense experience. “But it felt so fucking good.” He leaned in for a kiss, savoring the taste of Steve’s lips.
“Okay, but any flashbacks? Any words that didn’t sit well with you?” Steve asked, searching Bucky’s eyes for any signs of discomfort.
Bucky shook his head, a reassuring smile gracing his features. “Everything was good. I liked the praise. It made me feel wanted.”
Steve’s heart swelled at that, a gentle smile breaking through the remnants of his earlier intensity. “You deserve it, Bucky. You’re so fucking good,” he said, his tone almost reverent.
“Sap,” Bucky laughed, the sound lightening the mood even further.
“Is there anything you want to point out?” Steve asked, wanting to ensure everything was okay.
Bucky shook his head again, his eyes bright with sincerity. “No, it was all good. I knew I could safeword out or use my signal at any moment if I needed to. Everything felt right.”
Steve nodded, a sense of relief washing over him. He leaned in, capturing Bucky’s lips in a sweet kiss.