People think that Bucky has poor impulse control, by virtue of being a vet, by virtue of being an alpha shifter, and honestly they may be right. Usually. This, however, where he is standing in a darkened office, waiting for it's usual occupant to return from an evening of difficult group therapy sessions, is not a case of poor impulse control.
Not when Bucky has been planning it for over a month.
He knew, when he first saw Sam across the room at a group session of his own, the first and last time he attempted group therapy at the VA, that two things were true. First of all, he could not continue to see Sam in any professional capacity. The boner he immediately pops is uncomfortable and ill-timed. They're talking about feelings and terror and the difficulty of assimilation in a non-military setting and all Bucky can think of is whether Sam will whimper or groan underneath him.
(He leaves the session early. Let them think whatever they will of that.)
Secondly? Sam will be his mate. It is merely a matter of time.
So he sets out to learn about Sam. Asks around about him, specifically to Natasha, who immediately clocks what it's all about, and to Steve, who doesn't (as per usual). Follows him home. Learns his routine. Learns that he's being courted, by Tony Stark no less, who is predictably phoning it in the whole thing and does not appear to understand just what a catch Sam would be.
Now. Bucky owes Stark a lot. But he's a subpar alpha at best. On the evenings like tonight when Sam would be traveling home solo, a responsible alpha should accompany him once it gets dark. Just in case.
If Tony had a lick of sense, he would come to see Sam home himself. Or send a beta to act as a guard. But Tony has more money than sense, in Bucky's opinion.
Which is why he brings Sam trinkets and flowers and other gifts but doesn't make sure he's safe when he works late.
Bucky is leaning against the desk when Sam opens the door to the darkened office. Smiles in a way that's fully predatory when the omega stalls in the doorway.
It's Sam's first thought, and honestly, it's not wrong. He's dealt with cocky always encroaching on his space all his life. Not always been able to fend them off, but he's done well for himself all things considered. Avoided having to mate to protect himself at any rate. So when he walks into his office after a long, harrowing group session, when the light of the hallway barely illuminates the shape leaning against the desk, Sam isn't scared.
He's just... tired.
Wary, too, of course. And too smart to step into the room.
"Office hours are over."
The door says S. Wilson. Not Sam. But then, Sam is well known here, and there's something familiar about the guy's looks. He might have shown his face around these parts before, or else perhaps he's just in a group Sam doesn't handle. At any rate... That smile is sharp in ways that put Sam on edge.
"No offense, but I suggest you leave. I'm being courted and will be picked up in a hot second."
That? A lie of course. But floating the possibility of confrontation rather than an easy knotting deters many an alpha.
"Here's the thing." Bucky uncrosses his arms. "You and I both know Tony has no intentions of seeing you in the next, what, ninety minutes? At the soonest. And he'll go over to your place, instead of coming here, and you're not home he'll just call you. Long before he thinks to check your office. Which means, reasonably, we have two hours to play."
He gestures towards the door with his chin. "Or you could call him. I have your phone." Plucking it out of his pocket and flipping it in the air. "But will he answer? Ehhhn. Seems dubious to me. So my suggestion is we shut the door."
And there go all of Sam's alarm bells.His eyes are wide as he reaches for his pocket, and... yeah, no, his phone's gone. It's not a bluff. And those words chill him to the bone.
"How do you know any of that?"
If Bucky was bluffing, Sam just tipped his hand, but he has a sickening suspicion that he could bet on Bucky knowing, not pretending to know.
And the worst thing is he's right.
Sam snarls. Bares his teeth - not just a meek omega. He's long since learned he can rock up with alpha attitude like the best (or worst) of them.
"We ain't playing. Get the fuck out of my office."
His foot shifts - and then he freezes. He realizes that he cannot back away. Cannot give even the slightest hint that he's running - because any wolf worth his damn would just love to give chase.
"I like you. So I've been paying attention." An easy shrug, in part because he knows that Sam knows that running is not the ideal move here.
Unless he wants to be chased down. Which... Bucky is wholly not against.
"It is a game, but I'm not playing for sport... mostly." Another shrug. "I play for keeps, Sam. This is not a one and done. You really should close the door," is all the warning Sam gets before Bucky more or less leaps from where he's standing against the desk, pinning Sam's back to the doorjamb. "Someone might hear if you don't, sweetheart."
Sam makes the choice to risk it a split second to late. His muscles tense, he's about to run and then he's trapped by the stranger's body - only to realize the man isn't a stranger after all.
"Youve been here. You're... you were in my group." Triesnto cast for a name, even as he struggles, even knowing it's futile. Can't not put up a fight. And to his credit, Sam is strong - but he's also an omega pinned by an insistent alpha. "... James?"
"Yes. You remembered," Bucky growls, presses his hips against Sam's. He's going to fight back, Bucky can tell and is excited by the prospect, but he will have Sam bent over that lovely desk when it's over.
It's really just a matter of time.
He shifts his weight away a little, a clear opening and invitation. Do your worst, Sam. Bucky is unconcerned and very hard.
The lack of concern burns. Not that Sam is surprised. Why would an alpha ever worry about an omega struggling against them? An alpha who managed to steal Sam's phone. Who's been stalking him like prey, who knows so mich about him. Including the fact that Tony isn't the over protective type.
Or the protective type.
Having some random alpha fuck Sam isn't gonna ruin the courtship, but Sam doesn't intend to just be had because someone else has decided to want him. He doesn't want to be someone's chase until he gets bored. All he needs is a secure match to keep others off of him, and to be left alone with his work and his own life goals. Sam Wilson isn't anyone's little fucktoy.
So he lunges, immediately trying to knee the man in the knot, and hit him in the throat. Just tries to make himself more trouble than a quick fuck is worth.
Bucky grins as he dodges, a lifetime of fighting dirty and several years in the army means he anticipated that move in particular. Plus he likes that Sam defends himself, will fight back instead of passively taking it. It means the success will be sweeter once he achieves it.
Bucky is careful not to injure Sam — he dodges and he redirects, moves much faster than a man his size has any right to, but eventually... Eventually he's gotten the door mostly shut and Sam is more or less trapped between him and the desk.
"You only put up with Tony because you're tired of dumbass alphas bothering you all the time. Problem is Tony is also a dumbass alpha in the opposite direction, and is waiting to mate, for some reason. Chivalry, maybe? Maybe he wants to get you a new phone first, I dunno."
Sam tries to dart past him as he speaks and Bucky gets his arms around the omega for his trouble, pulling them both toward the floor. He's got his hand up Sam's shirt pretty fast, and twists the first nipple he can reach. "I'm not here to waste your time, Sam. I want you as mine forever."
Sam is panting by the time he hits the floor and is pinned. He's been out of active duty for years, and while he keeps himself in more than excellent shape, he would be hard pressed to match an alpha even in the best conditions. It doesn't surprise him that he's unable to fight James off - but it vexes him all the same to be faced with that brazen audacity. The entitlement to Sam, like he's a thing you can just take and claim as your own.
"Screw you, man", he presses, hissing as his nipple is found and twisted, bucking under the alpha. Still trying to fight him off even now. "You don't know me. Or what I want."
He might not be so wrong about Tony, but that's besides the point. Sam doesn't owe justifications for his life choices to a stranger.
"My courtship situation is none of you damn business. Fuck off."
"That is the goal, here, Sam." Screwing anyway. "I'm formally challenging your courtship with Stark, like it or not; I would say that makes it very much my business."
Bucky had hoped to fuck Sam on the desk and there's still a chance it will happen, but he's got the omega pinned on the floor now; there's no reason to hesitate. he's got one leg between Sam's thighs and an ass wiggling underneath him and he is going to work hard at getting Sam's ass out of these pants while keeping an arm across his upper back.
Sam does slap him but Bucky just grins, teeth a little bloodied from where he bit his cheek before he kisses Sam with more force and teeth that anything, hand still working on Sam's zipper and managing to get it open at the same time.
Alarm flickers across Sam's features at the formal challenge. Because an alpha wanting to fuck him a few times despite an ongoing courtship is one thing. But a formal challenge is another. Someone can fuck him all they want and Sam can walk away every time.
Courtships are a different beast of a social contract. Formal challenges are rarely issued. They're a bit of an old school thing. Popular trope in Regency movies for sure. They are binding though in ways declaring you wanna have someone and play for keeps isn't.
It also means while Sam is under no obligation to make things easy for James, he has to five him some form of a chance in this. And it might also mean Tony could absolutely lose the claim a courtship implies.
He rewards the declaration by biting Bucky's lower lip hard, and biting a second time when the man tries to deepen the kiss regardless.
It doesn't deter the alpha, and just makes their kiss sting sharply and taste of blood. Sam whimpers his protest around the feeling of a tongue sliding into him - and full on whines, startled, when he hears the sound of ripping fabric as his jeans give way to Bucky's intentions.
Bucky curses gently, blood on his mouth and against his tongue. "I'll replace these," is not said with any false bravado but in the intonation of someone prepared to pay a cost for their actions. Not that he's displeased that Sam's pants are no longer a barrier between the two of them.
Much the opposite. His cock is already free of Buckys jeans and very interested in the developments. Knot and all.
Just gonna shove that torn material down towards Sam's knees and grab a handful of ass before grinding up against it, the tip of his cock rubbing between Sam's asscheeks. "Can't let you go home alone in the dark with torn pants and a well-fucked hole all by your lonesome, now, can I?"
"You really gonna pretend now you're concerned about decency?" Sam fires back, voice a growl. He tries to kick back when he feels that heavy cock against his ass, smearing precum between his cheeks. Grimaces when he feels himself get just a little wet for it. What can he say - Sam does like big dicks when he has to take one to begin with.
Tony's fine. Tony is a completely sensible choice for a mate and knows how to fuck well. So what if his size doesn't feel like a threat.
"Fuck my mouth. I promise I won't bite your dick clean off."
Oh, but he would, if his glare is anything to go by.
Bucky chuckles instead of answering that first bit directly. Sam is making really good noises when he's not trying to threaten Bucky into backing down from this, and while Bucky knows most alphas in his position would only be interested in getting that knot down, he would much rather fuck Sam until he comes really hard first.
That actually is more the goal than just getting off and using Sam as the primary means by which to do that.
"Nah," he says, casually, like he's not rubbing the tip of his cock against Sam's slick hole. "How will I get you off if I'm so busy keeping your teeth outta my flesh, huh? That can wait —" and now, growling in Sam's ear, Bucky gets one of his knees between Sam's to force his thighs apart and give him a little more access to press onward, "until you like me a little better, sweetheart. Mmm. Fuck, though, you're wet and tight."
Bucky does not do what he knows a lot of alphas prefer from a somewhat unwilling omega, to just start thrusting in and out as soon as they get a little bit of their dick wet. He gets the tip of his cock inside of Sam and then it's just one long but slow push inside of him, wiggling his hips a little to work the knot inside. One hand is between Sam's shoulder blades and the other has reached around to take Sam's cock in hand, metal fingers pressing along the underside.
Hilarious to Bucky that he's gonna use Stark's tech to get Stark's boyfriend off, actually.
"Two hours, give or take," he reminds Sam, as he begins thrusting in earnest. "You're gonna be so wet for me, baby, aren't you?"
The sound Sam makes is feral, a high pitched mewl that comes from deep in his throat as Bucky forced his legs apart and pushes inside. Sam expects immediate harsh thrusts, isn't quite prepared for a long, intense push all the way inside.
Can't help the gasp when he feels Bucky force the bulge of his knot past Sam's rim already, just to make him feel it. He can tell he will feel this for days.
The metal on his cock makes him flinch, in surprise more than discomfort. Sam reaches between his legs, tries to push that hand away from him. Remembers, faintly, the prosthetic from Bucky's first.time here. Is annoyed that the thrill of unknown sensation gets to him. That his hole is opening so sweetly to the unwanted intrusion, that he's getting so wet already. Smart of Bucky to push his knot in before it's big enough to catch inside. It's like a signal to Sam's body to expect something big, and gets him wetter as a result.
Fuck. He can't even move Mich at all, not with how Bucky has him pinned face down.
"Ain't your baby," Sam grunts, trying to bear the sharp thrusts when they start. "And you're too young to be my daddy."
And yet the office fills with the scent of Sam's slick, sweet and cloying, a lure to any alpha - those with sensitive noses especially. Sam's body begging to be bred well, no matter what his mouth says.
"Daddy is a state of mind, baby." Bucky's cock is growing harder and larger inside of Sam from the scent of Sam's slick and the way his hole opens up despite Sam's protests. "If I fuck you good enough, don't you think I've earned at least the consideration?"
The angle of his arm across Sam's lower body means the Omega's thighs are splayed; the noise of Bucky's hips smacking into Sam's asa combined with the fragrant wetness is a better aphrodisiac than Bucky expected.
He's definitely gonna pop a bigger knot than expected.
He starts stroking Sam's dick, a firmer grip around the base, but also a way of keeping Sam's hips in place while he fucks him.
"Gonna bounce your perfect ass on my knot and make you come hard, sweetheart, but first I'm gonna stroke you a while. Let you feel how big I'm gonna get inside you. And then I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
"Daddy is a privilege," Sam shoots back. Confirming without so many words that he's maybe not opposed to being daddy's sugar baby in general. "And one you ain't earning."
He squirms then, tries tonget away from the relentless assault on his ass, the hand on his dick. Feels himself growing harder in response. Whimpers at the size he can feel inside of him - at the realization that Bucky isn't fully there yet. That he will get bigger yet. It hurts - and unfortunately for Sam, it hurts good.
Tears of frustration and shame sting in his eyes. Anger gets him nowhere.
"Please just let me go, after. Just leave when you're done. Please."
"No." Another gyration of his hips against Sam's ass accompanied by a first upward stroke on his cock. "This ain't just about me. It's about taking care of you. You're just mad because you had a plan and now it's gone to shit."
Which, honestly, plans that hinge on Tony Stark having any semblance of his shit together often fail.
"You think you don't like it, that you don't like me, and that's alright. We got time. Your ass likes me." Pulling back enough so that Sam can feel that knot swell and catch inside of him, just to slam deep again. "Your wet perfect fuck hole likes me. The rest of you will come around."
He rests his chin on Sam's shoulder as he begins thrusting again. "Gonna be so good for you ya get wet just seeing me. Never gonna let that go to waste, either."
The worst part is that it feels good to be touched, to be used, to be claimed and bred. Sam's body is fully on board, every word making him drip slick. He cries out at that first upward stroke. Sobs "Don't" and "Stop".
Bucky does neither.
The worst part, worse than being fucked hard on the floor of his office, is that Bucky is not wrong per se. Sam had a plan, and now everything he lined up is in jeopardy just because some alpha wants to get his dick wet and pretend it's for a greater purpose than knotting.
Sam whimpers on every stroke, every snap of hips against his ass. His thighs tremble. And he begs for Bucky to stop even as his whimpers turn to whines, even as his cries become quiet, desperate gasps, even as his body tries to grip that knot tight and keep it. The metal on his dick a bigger turn on than it has a right to be, because Sam doesn't actually like stable and predictable, gets off on risk and thrill.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, hole clenching hard on Bucky's huge length while his entire bodynahudders with his release, with his sobs and screams and please.
Bucky utters a low growl that turns into a curse at the way Sam tightens around him. He's taken more than a little pleasure out of fucking Sam through all of his pleas and begging, of rubbing his knot in that place inside Sam that will overstimulate him. He's a shifter, a predator; he enjoys being overwhelming, of taking more than what the other believes they can offer.
He likes proving to his partners that they can handle whatever he gives them, with the promise of their own enjoyment.
Usually he has pretty good control over shifting, when it happens, the emotional triggers. But Sam's orgasm tips him over the edge, Bucky's body shifting from well built human to full on werewolf. His metal arm shifts in tandem with the rest of his body, but those metal fingers come up to Bucky's snout where he sniffs and then licks them clean.
Lifting Sam off the floor without slipping his knot free is easier in this shape. He just cradles Sam close and stands, bouncing the omega on his dick a little as he walks around to the other side of Sam's desk, and arranges the both of them in Sam's chair, encouraging Sam to lean forward and put his arms on the desk.
The size of Bucky in general, in this state, means that Sam's feet don't quite reach the floor. Every time he tries to rebalance, he ends up driving his body into Bucky's lap, or pulling away from it.
Bucky is pretty pleased by this, if the laugh growl he exhales into Sam's neck is any indication.
A desperate whine, a broken whimper. Sam sobs, tries to pull himself off that knot that feels like it must have tripled in size. Sam could feel that cock growing inside of him with the shift. And for a moment, he is genuinely afraid. It hurts, and he's too in his head to relax properly on it.
"Please, don't. I can't. I never.... I can't..."
He's never taken a shifter, and it's a lot. It's too much. Sam can't find purchase on the desk, just cries at the way the knot tugs without slipping free, the way his own movements milk more cum out of it that spurts wet into him until he's leaking.
Even having to accept he had to take a knot didn't prepare him for having to take a shifted alpha like this. Bucky is too big. Too deep. Too much.
Sam shudders through a second orgasm, helpless to it and in tears, clenching harder and whimpering in desperation.
Bucky stops moving, when he realizes that Sam isn't calming down. Leans forward to press Sam's back to his chest and settles into the chair. Very little movement. Just... Being there. Holding him. Giving Sam a chance to catch his breath and relax. It does mean that Bucky's cum comingling with Sam's slick drips around the base of his cock, leaking from Sam's body, but.
Not like Bucky minds that at all.
He sniffs Sam's skin while this happens and finds something strange. Bruises that he didn't see earlier, on Sam's shoulders and his hips. Handprint bruises, from an alpha who held Sam in place and didn't allow him movement.
A slight growl at this realization, deep in his chest, before Bucky licks along the bruise at Sam's shoulder.
It helps. It helps a lot. As Bucky settles, Sam's initial shock is given room to wash over him and fade, allows him to breathe through the impossible stretch and adapt to the girth and the length he now has to handle. Feels surprisingly soft fur against his sweat slick skin, and feels the way cum and slick drip from where they're joined together.
With the moment of near panic fading, Sam realizes that the pain isn't so much that - discomfort, yes, because he's not used to this. Just needs to be able to breathe through it and relax into it so it doesn't feel brutal - just overwhelming.
At Bucky's growl, at the feel of a deadly muzzle against his shoulder, a long (long...) tongue lapping at Sam where he knows Tony held him to be fucked, Sam rolls his eyes.
"Man, don't start. You know I'm in a courtship. You know I'm fucking an alpha. Don't growl like you're pissed about it."
And perhaps he reaches up, finds the fur along Bucky's muzzle. Tugs - not harshly, just enough to get his attention.
"You could've warned me 'bout this. You know damn well not everyone's into furballs."
A tease more so than an insult. And Sam doesn't include himself in that group. He just hasn't had occasion before and got caught off guard is all. That Bucky's not supposed to fuck him is besides the point on that end.
Bucky harrumphs through his snout. The problem isn't that Sam is getting fucked it's the bruising. The where, and the what it indicates. Being used and not in the fun way.
There's another huff in response to Sam's comment. He'd have warned him if he knew Sam would feel that good, and... well. Maybe he would've warned him.
He's not sorry.
Large claws run down Sam's chest, towards his thighs, keeping them spread, keeping Sam pressed against him. His long tongue licks the hand nearest his muzzle as he gives Sam an experimental bounce on his lap, lifting his hips upward. Not too sharp a thrust, but definitely an inquiry. Can we get to fucking, then?
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Date: 2022-12-20 01:21 am (UTC)Not when Bucky has been planning it for over a month.
He knew, when he first saw Sam across the room at a group session of his own, the first and last time he attempted group therapy at the VA, that two things were true. First of all, he could not continue to see Sam in any professional capacity. The boner he immediately pops is uncomfortable and ill-timed. They're talking about feelings and terror and the difficulty of assimilation in a non-military setting and all Bucky can think of is whether Sam will whimper or groan underneath him.
(He leaves the session early. Let them think whatever they will of that.)
Secondly? Sam will be his mate. It is merely a matter of time.
So he sets out to learn about Sam. Asks around about him, specifically to Natasha, who immediately clocks what it's all about, and to Steve, who doesn't (as per usual). Follows him home. Learns his routine. Learns that he's being courted, by Tony Stark no less, who is predictably phoning it in the whole thing and does not appear to understand just what a catch Sam would be.
Now. Bucky owes Stark a lot. But he's a subpar alpha at best. On the evenings like tonight when Sam would be traveling home solo, a responsible alpha should accompany him once it gets dark. Just in case.
If Tony had a lick of sense, he would come to see Sam home himself. Or send a beta to act as a guard. But Tony has more money than sense, in Bucky's opinion.
Which is why he brings Sam trinkets and flowers and other gifts but doesn't make sure he's safe when he works late.
Bucky is leaning against the desk when Sam opens the door to the darkened office. Smiles in a way that's fully predatory when the omega stalls in the doorway.
"Hello, Sam."
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Date: 2022-12-20 02:17 am (UTC)It's Sam's first thought, and honestly, it's not wrong. He's dealt with cocky always encroaching on his space all his life. Not always been able to fend them off, but he's done well for himself all things considered. Avoided having to mate to protect himself at any rate. So when he walks into his office after a long, harrowing group session, when the light of the hallway barely illuminates the shape leaning against the desk, Sam isn't scared.
He's just... tired.
Wary, too, of course. And too smart to step into the room.
"Office hours are over."
The door says S. Wilson. Not Sam. But then, Sam is well known here, and there's something familiar about the guy's looks. He might have shown his face around these parts before, or else perhaps he's just in a group Sam doesn't handle. At any rate... That smile is sharp in ways that put Sam on edge.
"No offense, but I suggest you leave. I'm being courted and will be picked up in a hot second."
That? A lie of course. But floating the possibility of confrontation rather than an easy knotting deters many an alpha.
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Date: 2022-12-20 03:13 am (UTC)He gestures towards the door with his chin. "Or you could call him. I have your phone." Plucking it out of his pocket and flipping it in the air. "But will he answer? Ehhhn. Seems dubious to me. So my suggestion is we shut the door."
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Date: 2022-12-20 03:47 am (UTC)"How do you know any of that?"
If Bucky was bluffing, Sam just tipped his hand, but he has a sickening suspicion that he could bet on Bucky knowing, not pretending to know.
And the worst thing is he's right.
Sam snarls. Bares his teeth - not just a meek omega. He's long since learned he can rock up with alpha attitude like the best (or worst) of them.
"We ain't playing. Get the fuck out of my office."
His foot shifts - and then he freezes. He realizes that he cannot back away. Cannot give even the slightest hint that he's running - because any wolf worth his damn would just love to give chase.
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Date: 2022-12-20 04:58 am (UTC)Unless he wants to be chased down. Which... Bucky is wholly not against.
"It is a game, but I'm not playing for sport... mostly." Another shrug. "I play for keeps, Sam. This is not a one and done. You really should close the door," is all the warning Sam gets before Bucky more or less leaps from where he's standing against the desk, pinning Sam's back to the doorjamb. "Someone might hear if you don't, sweetheart."
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Date: 2022-12-20 06:35 pm (UTC)"Youve been here. You're... you were in my group." Triesnto cast for a name, even as he struggles, even knowing it's futile. Can't not put up a fight. And to his credit, Sam is strong - but he's also an omega pinned by an insistent alpha. "... James?"
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Date: 2022-12-20 07:47 pm (UTC)It's really just a matter of time.
He shifts his weight away a little, a clear opening and invitation. Do your worst, Sam. Bucky is unconcerned and very hard.
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Date: 2022-12-20 11:33 pm (UTC)Or the protective type.
Having some random alpha fuck Sam isn't gonna ruin the courtship, but Sam doesn't intend to just be had because someone else has decided to want him. He doesn't want to be someone's chase until he gets bored. All he needs is a secure match to keep others off of him, and to be left alone with his work and his own life goals. Sam Wilson isn't anyone's little fucktoy.
So he lunges, immediately trying to knee the man in the knot, and hit him in the throat. Just tries to make himself more trouble than a quick fuck is worth.
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Date: 2022-12-21 04:26 am (UTC)Bucky is careful not to injure Sam — he dodges and he redirects, moves much faster than a man his size has any right to, but eventually... Eventually he's gotten the door mostly shut and Sam is more or less trapped between him and the desk.
"You only put up with Tony because you're tired of dumbass alphas bothering you all the time. Problem is Tony is also a dumbass alpha in the opposite direction,
and is waiting to mate, for some reason. Chivalry, maybe? Maybe he wants to get you a new phone first, I dunno."
Sam tries to dart past him as he speaks and Bucky gets his arms around the omega for his trouble, pulling them both toward the floor. He's got his hand up Sam's shirt pretty fast, and twists the first nipple he can reach. "I'm not here to waste your time, Sam. I want you as mine forever."
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Date: 2022-12-21 04:35 am (UTC)"Screw you, man", he presses, hissing as his nipple is found and twisted, bucking under the alpha. Still trying to fight him off even now. "You don't know me. Or what I want."
He might not be so wrong about Tony, but that's besides the point. Sam doesn't owe justifications for his life choices to a stranger.
"My courtship situation is none of you damn business. Fuck off."
And for good measure he tries to slap Bucky, too.
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Date: 2022-12-21 04:43 am (UTC)Bucky had hoped to fuck Sam on the desk and there's still a chance it will happen, but he's got the omega pinned on the floor now; there's no reason to hesitate. he's got one leg between Sam's thighs and an ass wiggling underneath him and he is going to work hard at getting Sam's ass out of these pants while keeping an arm across his upper back.
Sam does slap him but Bucky just grins, teeth a little bloodied from where he bit his cheek before he kisses Sam with more force and teeth that anything, hand still working on Sam's zipper and managing to get it open at the same time.
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Date: 2022-12-21 04:59 am (UTC)Courtships are a different beast of a social contract. Formal challenges are rarely issued. They're a bit of an old school thing. Popular trope in Regency movies for sure. They are binding though in ways declaring you wanna have someone and play for keeps isn't.
It also means while Sam is under no obligation to make things easy for James, he has to five him some form of a chance in this. And it might also mean Tony could absolutely lose the claim a courtship implies.
He rewards the declaration by biting Bucky's lower lip hard, and biting a second time when the man tries to deepen the kiss regardless.
It doesn't deter the alpha, and just makes their kiss sting sharply and taste of blood. Sam whimpers his protest around the feeling of a tongue sliding into him - and full on whines, startled, when he hears the sound of ripping fabric as his jeans give way to Bucky's intentions.
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Date: 2022-12-21 05:52 am (UTC)Much the opposite. His cock is already free of Buckys jeans and very interested in the developments. Knot and all.
Just gonna shove that torn material down towards Sam's knees and grab a handful of ass before grinding up against it, the tip of his cock rubbing between Sam's asscheeks. "Can't let you go home alone in the dark with torn pants and a well-fucked hole all by your lonesome, now, can I?"
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Date: 2022-12-21 06:01 am (UTC)Tony's fine. Tony is a completely sensible choice for a mate and knows how to fuck well. So what if his size doesn't feel like a threat.
"Fuck my mouth. I promise I won't bite your dick clean off."
Oh, but he would, if his glare is anything to go by.
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Date: 2022-12-21 02:19 pm (UTC)That actually is more the goal than just getting off and using Sam as the primary means by which to do that.
"Nah," he says, casually, like he's not rubbing the tip of his cock against Sam's slick hole. "How will I get you off if I'm so busy keeping your teeth outta my flesh, huh? That can wait —" and now, growling in Sam's ear, Bucky gets one of his knees between Sam's to force his thighs apart and give him a little more access to press onward, "until you like me a little better, sweetheart. Mmm. Fuck, though, you're wet and tight."
Bucky does not do what he knows a lot of alphas prefer from a somewhat unwilling omega, to just start thrusting in and out as soon as they get a little bit of their dick wet. He gets the tip of his cock inside of Sam and then it's just one long but slow push inside of him, wiggling his hips a little to work the knot inside. One hand is between Sam's shoulder blades and the other has reached around to take Sam's cock in hand, metal fingers pressing along the underside.
Hilarious to Bucky that he's gonna use Stark's tech to get Stark's boyfriend off, actually.
"Two hours, give or take," he reminds Sam, as he begins thrusting in earnest. "You're gonna be so wet for me, baby, aren't you?"
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Date: 2022-12-21 02:46 pm (UTC)Can't help the gasp when he feels Bucky force the bulge of his knot past Sam's rim already, just to make him feel it. He can tell he will feel this for days.
The metal on his cock makes him flinch, in surprise more than discomfort. Sam reaches between his legs, tries to push that hand away from him. Remembers, faintly, the prosthetic from Bucky's first.time here. Is annoyed that the thrill of unknown sensation gets to him. That his hole is opening so sweetly to the unwanted intrusion, that he's getting so wet already. Smart of Bucky to push his knot in before it's big enough to catch inside. It's like a signal to Sam's body to expect something big, and gets him wetter as a result.
Fuck. He can't even move Mich at all, not with how Bucky has him pinned face down.
"Ain't your baby," Sam grunts, trying to bear the sharp thrusts when they start. "And you're too young to be my daddy."
And yet the office fills with the scent of Sam's slick, sweet and cloying, a lure to any alpha - those with sensitive noses especially. Sam's body begging to be bred well, no matter what his mouth says.
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:03 pm (UTC)The angle of his arm across Sam's lower body means the Omega's thighs are splayed; the noise of Bucky's hips smacking into Sam's asa combined with the fragrant wetness is a better aphrodisiac than Bucky expected.
He's definitely gonna pop a bigger knot than expected.
He starts stroking Sam's dick, a firmer grip around the base, but also a way of keeping Sam's hips in place while he fucks him.
"Gonna bounce your perfect ass on my knot and make you come hard, sweetheart, but first I'm gonna stroke you a while. Let you feel how big I'm gonna get inside you. And then I'm gonna fuck you senseless."
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:12 pm (UTC)He squirms then, tries tonget away from the relentless assault on his ass, the hand on his dick. Feels himself growing harder in response. Whimpers at the size he can feel inside of him - at the realization that Bucky isn't fully there yet. That he will get bigger yet. It hurts - and unfortunately for Sam, it hurts good.
Tears of frustration and shame sting in his eyes. Anger gets him nowhere.
"Please just let me go, after. Just leave when you're done. Please."
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:20 pm (UTC)Which, honestly, plans that hinge on Tony Stark having any semblance of his shit together often fail.
"You think you don't like it, that you don't like me, and that's alright. We got time. Your ass likes me." Pulling back enough so that Sam can feel that knot swell and catch inside of him, just to slam deep again. "Your wet perfect fuck hole likes me. The rest of you will come around."
He rests his chin on Sam's shoulder as he begins thrusting again. "Gonna be so good for you ya get wet just seeing me. Never gonna let that go to waste, either."
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Date: 2022-12-21 03:38 pm (UTC)Bucky does neither.
The worst part, worse than being fucked hard on the floor of his office, is that Bucky is not wrong per se. Sam had a plan, and now everything he lined up is in jeopardy just because some alpha wants to get his dick wet and pretend it's for a greater purpose than knotting.
Sam whimpers on every stroke, every snap of hips against his ass. His thighs tremble. And he begs for Bucky to stop even as his whimpers turn to whines, even as his cries become quiet, desperate gasps, even as his body tries to grip that knot tight and keep it. The metal on his dick a bigger turn on than it has a right to be, because Sam doesn't actually like stable and predictable, gets off on risk and thrill.
His orgasm takes him by surprise, hole clenching hard on Bucky's huge length while his entire bodynahudders with his release, with his sobs and screams and please.
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Date: 2022-12-21 06:15 pm (UTC)He likes proving to his partners that they can handle whatever he gives them, with the promise of their own enjoyment.
Usually he has pretty good control over shifting, when it happens, the emotional triggers. But Sam's orgasm tips him over the edge, Bucky's body shifting from well built human to full on werewolf. His metal arm shifts in tandem with the rest of his body, but those metal fingers come up to Bucky's snout where he sniffs and then licks them clean.
Lifting Sam off the floor without slipping his knot free is easier in this shape. He just cradles Sam close and stands, bouncing the omega on his dick a little as he walks around to the other side of Sam's desk, and arranges the both of them in Sam's chair, encouraging Sam to lean forward and put his arms on the desk.
The size of Bucky in general, in this state, means that Sam's feet don't quite reach the floor. Every time he tries to rebalance, he ends up driving his body into Bucky's lap, or pulling away from it.
Bucky is pretty pleased by this, if the laugh growl he exhales into Sam's neck is any indication.
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Date: 2022-12-21 06:47 pm (UTC)A desperate whine, a broken whimper. Sam sobs, tries to pull himself off that knot that feels like it must have tripled in size. Sam could feel that cock growing inside of him with the shift. And for a moment, he is genuinely afraid. It hurts, and he's too in his head to relax properly on it.
"Please, don't. I can't. I never.... I can't..."
He's never taken a shifter, and it's a lot. It's too much. Sam can't find purchase on the desk, just cries at the way the knot tugs without slipping free, the way his own movements milk more cum out of it that spurts wet into him until he's leaking.
Even having to accept he had to take a knot didn't prepare him for having to take a shifted alpha like this. Bucky is too big. Too deep. Too much.
Sam shudders through a second orgasm, helpless to it and in tears, clenching harder and whimpering in desperation.
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Date: 2022-12-21 07:29 pm (UTC)Not like Bucky minds that at all.
He sniffs Sam's skin while this happens and finds something strange. Bruises that he didn't see earlier, on Sam's shoulders and his hips. Handprint bruises, from an alpha who held Sam in place and didn't allow him movement.
A slight growl at this realization, deep in his chest, before Bucky licks along the bruise at Sam's shoulder.
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Date: 2022-12-21 09:27 pm (UTC)With the moment of near panic fading, Sam realizes that the pain isn't so much that - discomfort, yes, because he's not used to this. Just needs to be able to breathe through it and relax into it so it doesn't feel brutal - just overwhelming.
At Bucky's growl, at the feel of a deadly muzzle against his shoulder, a long (long...) tongue lapping at Sam where he knows Tony held him to be fucked, Sam rolls his eyes.
"Man, don't start. You know I'm in a courtship. You know I'm fucking an alpha. Don't growl like you're pissed about it."
And perhaps he reaches up, finds the fur along Bucky's muzzle. Tugs - not harshly, just enough to get his attention.
"You could've warned me 'bout this. You know damn well not everyone's into furballs."
A tease more so than an insult. And Sam doesn't include himself in that group. He just hasn't had occasion before and got caught off guard is all. That Bucky's not supposed to fuck him is besides the point on that end.
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Date: 2022-12-21 11:22 pm (UTC)There's another huff in response to Sam's comment. He'd have warned him if he knew Sam would feel that good, and... well. Maybe he would've warned him.
He's not sorry.
Large claws run down Sam's chest, towards his thighs, keeping them spread, keeping Sam pressed against him. His long tongue licks the hand nearest his muzzle as he gives Sam an experimental bounce on his lap, lifting his hips upward. Not too sharp a thrust, but definitely an inquiry. Can we get to fucking, then?
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