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Shaking your head quickly, you tried to snap out of whatever daze you seemed to be in.
All day, you’d been stuck in this limbo, eyes zoning in and out, and you couldn’t listen to those around you.
The only issue was that you didn’t know why.
Usually, you would feel a little empty, similar to your current predicament when you were starting to float into subspace but usually, that was triggered by an intense fuck session and you needed some aftercare to come back.
Still, your last few days had been nothing but beautiful lovemaking. Maybe you could have spent more time with Steve, but he was only a few meters away, frowning as he typed furiously on his laptop. He had been checking in regularly with you, stopping to have food with you, or listening to any information you had managed to find.
And yet, your body was low on energy to do anything that would use any brainpower.
Steves second in command and your trusty bodyguard, Bucky, had noticed that you seemed off today, sat at the main table in the room watching you on the small coach you claimed as your own, feet tucked underneath you, laptop in your lap but fingers hovering over the keys, eyes staring off into space.
Squinting his eyes at you, he stood from his chair as Steve answered the phone, something you usually take note of but seem to ignore.
Halfway across the room, Bucky asked, “Hey, sweet mama, what’s up?”
Still, there was no response that you heard him. He finally reached you, squatting down next to you, boots squeaking as he dropped. Frowning, he turned back to Steve, who was still on the phone but now focused on his best friend and girlfriend.
Returning his gaze to you, Bucky reached forward, gently taking one of your hovering hands into his own. He was shocked to feel how cold your hands were. He pulled it towards his chest, holding it there, hoping it would snap you out of whatever trance you were in, but it didn’t.
Sighing deeply, Bucky pulled the laptop off your laptop, closed the lid and placed it off to the side, and finally, your eyes snapped to Bucky.
“What?”
Blinking a few times, your eyes snapped to his hand, confused about when it had moved from your laptop. Closing your eyes and shaking your head again to try and snap out of it, you sat up fully, feet moving between where Bucky was squatting.
Taking a deep breath, you smiled up at Bucky, glanced at Steve, and saw he was still on his phone, staring at you with a worried expression. “Everything OK, Buckaroo?”
Smiling at the nickname, Bucky responded, “You’re a bit spacey, mama, what’s going on?”.
“I’m here, I’m with you both, I'm not anywhere else, I promise.” Your heartbeat started to beat harder in your chest.
Bucky’s smile dropped slightly, concern graced his eyes as he looked down at both of your hands. Following his gaze, you didn’t even realise that you were playing with his fingers, finding comfort in how his hand dwarfed your own, usually one of the signs you were in subspace, resorting back to your need to be protected, comforted, and held.
You had planned to respond to Bucky, but once again lost your train of thought, staring at your joined hands, concentrating solely on the warmth he gave you. Reaching his other hand up, Bucky moved a piece of your hair behind your ear with his gloved metal hand, leaving his palm against your cheek, which you snuggled into unconsciously.
Readjusting on the balls of his feet, Bucky didn’t let go with his hands, offering you the comfort you needed, but his movement broke you from your trance again.
Taking a nervous breath, you whispered, “I am here with you, but I don’t know what's wrong with me today, I feel off.”
Bucky reassured you, moving his palm from your cheek down your arm and holding your other hand. You leaned forward so your forehead rested on his shoulder, and your arms moved around it. Bucky also moved his arms around you, pulling you into his lap. Both legs pulled over one of his, and your knee-length dress floated around you.
Steve had been listening to the exchange closely, cursing whatever asshole was on the other end of the phone, half tempting to hang up but knowing Bucky had the situation under control, he watched as Bucky pulled you into his arms and this was all you needed to cut the guy off and said you would call him back, throwing the phone onto the desk, he stood from his chair, walking over to you.
Bucky had moved you both back onto the couch, swaying slightly as you kept your eyes closed, not listening, thinking or seeing anything that was happening, just relishing in the warmth and comfort being given to you. Not knowing how much time had passed, you felt a warmer pressure touch the middle of your back, stroking slowly and a whisper that sounded as if it was miles away.
“Come back to me, baby girl, can you do that for me?”
Eyes opening slowly, you turned your head towards the sound, finding your boyfriend sitting next to you, smiling down at you, one of his hands on your back, the source of heat that had found you.
Seeing him so close, you moved from Bucky’s lap and into the arms of Steve, whose body dwarfed you even more than your bodyguards, running at an unnaturally high temperature that made you sigh and relax, head resting against his chest. “There you are, where’ve you been?”
Looking up at him, he stroked your hair, leaning down to kiss your forehead, his blonde beard scratching you lightly. “I promise I'm here, sir, I just don’t feel right today, I don’t know why. I’m tired but I can’t sleep, I feel heavy and light at the same time, it’s like I’ve got an itch I can’t scratch, but I can’t concentrate to figure out what it is.”
Your eyes closed as you talked, finding even speaking too tiring, your chest rising and falling harshly like you’d run up the stairs.
“Shall we go home? I can have Bucky sit through the rest of my emails and replace me in that meeting?” Steve suggested, lips brushing against your forehead as you spoke, knowing that it would be calming you down to feel the vibrations of his voice.
Shaking your head once more, you gripped his white shirt, frowning at his offer, knowing he had a meeting coming up that he had been trying to arrange for months that he couldn’t miss.
“No, sir, we can stay, can I just stay with you? I’ll be a good girl. I promise I won’t ruin your meetings.”
“You’re always my good girl, no matter what, ok? You can stay with me for as long as you like, you know you can.”
Smiling and relaxing against his chest, you felt Steve shift and start walking back towards his desk chair, carrying you in his arms like you weighed nothing. As he sat, you adjusted on his lap, head still on his chest, your arms wrapped around his torso, feeling his muscles ripple under your fingertips, your legs going either side of him hips, stretching your thighs so you could reach, thankful to be wearing a loose-fitting dress today so it could keep you decent. A soft sigh left your lips as you settled onto his lap, relaxing into the feeling of your lace-covered centre connecting with his lap.
You drifted in and out of sleep for the next half an hour, shifting around in his lap, feeling completely at ease but not feeling right in some way. Steve was patient with you as you moved around in his lap, continuing in his emails until, you nearly fell off of his lap, his hand moving quickly to grab you, his large hand engulfing your rear, pulling you flush against him, his crotch rubbing hard again your centre that had increasingly been becoming wetter just from being in his arms. With the contact of his lap against you and his hand grasping you, you moaned in a sultry way, rolling your hips against him before stopping, trying to settle down and be a good girl. Your mind started to buzz, the thought of his flaccid cock beneath you, separated by only a few layers of material, you felt that need spread through you, feeling empty, needing more.
Settling down, worried about annoying Steve, you rested your head back onto his chest, the leather of his gun holster strapped to his muscular chest rubbing against your delicate cheek. Steve's hand remained on your backside as the other clicked on the laptop.
Now your mind was going into overdrive, your eyes were closed, and your whole body was aware and deadly still. All you could think about was how empty you felt, your walls clenching repeatedly over nothing, causing your panties to become soaked through, but your anxieties were stopping you from helping this feeling.
Steve would always be up for fucking you raw, particularly in front of others but this meeting was with that outside of the US, he needed to be in his full professional manner, you couldn’t ruin this for him.
Your thoughts were working in overdrive, which made the body exaggerate its efforts to keep you calm by doing the opposite; you were starting to have a panic attack. Your breathing quickened to short gasps for breath, almost to the point of hyperventilating, your heart was pounding against your ribs, causing you to feel nauseous and light-headed, and a tremor rippled through your body, so you were now shivering against Steve. As you tried to stop your body's reaction, it just caused everything to be worse.
Steve stopped clicking and looked down at you. He’d never seen you react like this, as small tears started to escape your closed eyes, and a slight hiccup left your mouth. Glancing at Bucky, who had moved his chair to the side of the desk, Steve leaned back, using his large hands to move you away from him, watching as your head dropped and you let out a small sob.
“Baby girl, talk to me, what’s going on? I can’t help you if you don’t use your words.” His large thumbs brushed against your cheeks, wiping the tears that were falling freely now, he waited patiently as you concentrated on your breathing, trying to slow it down until finally, you felt comfortable enough to not lean on his support, resting on his knees, hands now in your lap that you stared at, not wanting to look up at Steve's worried expression.
You opened your mouth to tell him it was nothing, but he quickly cut you off, “Don’t say it’s nothing. Whatever it is, whatever is wrong, I'll do anything you want, you know I will, baby, even if you want me to kill old Bucky over there, I'd do it if you ask me to.”
Your eyes drifted to Bucky quickly, a small smile on your face. Knowing Steve was joking, you saw Bucky rolling his eyes and throwing his arms into the air. Risking a glance, your eyes travelled up Steve's torso, landing on his face. Your thighs quivering as the sincere worry was written all over his face.
“I just feel so empty, like something is missing. And I ache, so deeply my head keeps going fuzzy.” You moved your hands to your crotch, shifting to show where the ache was.
Steve moved his upper body closer to you, his hand cradling your face, thumb grazing over your bottom lip. “If you wanted to cum, you know I could do that in a heartbeat, anything to hear those sweet little moans leaving your lips.”
Shivering at his words, you responded, “Could I try something first? Can I just sit with you… Inside me, I just don’t want to feel empty.”
You got heated over your words. You're not usually the one to talk about these sorts of things; Steve usually takes the lead.
“Of course you can, do whatever you want to me.” Steve leaned back in his chair, hands lightly resting on your hips, watching you with dark eyes. Not looking at his face, you reached forward with your small, delicate fingers that were still shaking and started to unzip him, reaching in, finding the hole in his boxers, and lightly grasping the now hardening thick member of your boyfriend, pulling it free.
Shifting up, you moved your hands to your underwear, starting to shift it to the side, but Steve reached forward and easily tore through the lace material, pulling it from your hips and holding it in his hands, moaning about how wet they were, making your cheeks burn brighter. Moving forward, so you were flush against his chest, looking down, you used one hand to line him up with your entrance. You sank slowly onto him, finding it a bit difficult as he wasn’t fully hard, but your hole still needed to stretch around him, the slight burn and pressure as you lowered causing you to gasp harshly, never having felt more relieved before.
Finally sitting fully on him, your eyes closed as the feeling of him finally filling that space took over your senses. “Is that what you wanted, baby?” Steve asked huskily, his fingers clenching around your hips as he kept you in place, trying not to thrust against you.
“M’feels so good, sir, can we just stay like this please?”
“Of course we can, I’ll do anything you want me to. Relax into me, that's it.” You leaned forward so your head was once again led across his chest and pulled your knees closer to the back of his chair so you were now cradled around him, his arms wrapping around the back of you.
A smile graced your lips as Steve returned to work, all your senses now zoning in on the sensitive part of your body, stuffed to the brim with your boyfriend. You could feel his member growing in size, reaching its full potential, throbbing as your walls were stretched to their maximum, the burn causing you unimaginable amounts of satisfaction.
The minutes drifted by and Steve stayed rock hard inside of you the entire time, his libido being one you’d never heard of before, he could go for hours without cuming, keeping his cock hard and pounding in and out of you at intense paces. You clenched harshly around him at the thought, making him shift in his seat, the movement causing your hips to roll lightly against him, your juices now starting to seep out of you and into his lap.
Your thoughts now kept wandering to all those hundreds of times that he had made you cum, using his mouth, fingers, objects he had found in his desk, even just his words being able to bring you to climax once and without notice, your hand lowered on his chest and reached under your dress.
You sighed heavily as your fingers found your sensitive bundle of nerves, finding it smothered in your juices that you used as lube as you moved your fingers back and forth slowly.
Eyes staying closed, you kept your hips still, just teasing your clit slowly, feeling the tension slowly easing through your body. Your movements changed to circling your favourite spot, applying a slight bit more pressure, causing you to gasp loudly, your free hand gripping tightly onto his shirt. In all the years that you’d been with Steve, you’d never once touched yourself without being instructed to by him; you’d never felt so desperate before, needing more, needing him, needing everything.
Moaning louder, you weren’t holding back your noises now, not caring how pathetic you looked as your fingers moved back and forth quickly, pressing hard, enjoying the sharp pain that came with your movements as the overwhelming feeling burst over you, pleasure rolled through you from head to toe, your walls clenching firmly around his shaft that throbbed inside of you.
Steve held you against him as you came down from your orgasm, wanting nothing more than to shove you over his desk and fuck you hard but trying to let you go at your own pace.
Relaxing into his body, your hand dropped to the seat below as your walls stopped clenching, and you calmed down. You’d hoped that release would help the hazy feeling that you seemed to be trapped in, and it did whilst you were at the peak of your orgasm, but now you were back to square one, feeling your anxieties picking up again as something was missing.
Frowning, you moved from one side of his chest to the other, grunting as you moved, “need more”.
“Take what you need,” Steve's voice was raspy as he spoke, kissing the top of your head as you ground down harder onto him, a throaty groan leaving you both.
The desperation took over your body once more as you whimpered as you raised your hips slightly before lowering them quickly again, Steve’s cock bumping into your cervix as his entire length slammed back into you.
Repeating the motion, you started a quick pace, rolling your hips as you lifted up and down his shaft, your chest rubbing harshly against his as you used this to push off, giving you momentum as you were now slumped on him, fucking yourself on his length, thankful that he wasn’t meeting your thrusts, needing complete control of the moment as you slowly spiraled.
The recognisable curling sensation was building once more, driving you crazy and making you feel whole once more, your hand flew up landing on the side of Steve's face, he quickly turned and sucked your fingers that had previously been on your clit, moaning around your digits. The sensation of his warm wet tongue sucking on your fingers spurred you on, your hips slapping harshly onto his, your walls clinging hopelessly onto him as the pleasure crashed down onto you. Toes curling, thighs clenching around the strong hairy ones underneath, your orgasm took your breath away.
Steve once again held you as your body stopped spasming. He forgot about responding to his emails or answering his phone; he only kept an eye on the time for his meeting. Breathing in your sweet scents, he asked, “Talk to me. How are you feeling? Use your words, my love.”
You’d hope this time that you’d feel more relaxed, especially now you were more sensitive as you continued to spasm around Steve's cock but as your toes uncurled, you could feel the pit at the bottom of your stomach, as you started to feel empty once again.
You couldn’t hold back the tears as you became frustrated. Feeling your ragged intakes of breaths as a sob left your lips, Steve started to worry once more, trying to coax you into speaking to him and you managed to say “I’m sorry sir, I don’t know what's wrong with me, I need more, I can’t get enough, I need you to fill me up. Please don’t hold back, Daddy!”
Something shifted in Steve as he heard you utter the last word, knowing how much it drove his ego over the edge, his cock straining at the sound of you begging for his cock, he moved quickly off the seat, holding you with one arm and motioning for Bucky to come forward. He passed you to your bodyguard, your back hitting his solid chest, your shoulder resting on his as his hands gripped the back of your thighs and pulled them up so your knees hit your shoulders, holding you to him as Steve pulled out of you, making you moan.
Briefly opening your eyes to see what he was doing, you saw him quickly removing his clothes from the bottom half of his body, rolling his sleeves. Still, keeping his shirt on, your eyes lingered on his red, veiny cock, not understanding how that was able to fit inside of you.
You were so distracted you nearly screamed when Steves's mouth latched onto your clit, sucking harshly, pulling all of the nerve endings into his mouth before lightly biting with his sharp teeth, making you buck your hips into his face, hands flapping around trying to grasp onto anything and one landed on Steve's hair, tugging him closer to your cunt, and the other hand on the back of Bucky's neck behind you.
Steve released your clit for a second before moving his hot mouth down, sucking on all the juices, the noises of him slurping echoing in your ears, and without any warning, his fingers were inside of you, pumping in and out, curling to hit that sweet spot that made you moan his name with pure ecstasy. His movements weren’t slow, as every tug of his fingers caused a rush of pleasure to run through you, and the orgasm built quickly. He latched onto your clit once more as you melted into your peak, back arching as Bucky's hold on your thighs tightened so you didn’t drop, the pain from his pressure also helping you along.
You looked down at Steve, who was licking his fingers clean, his facial hair glistening in the office light. “You always taste so good.” Moaning at his words, he quickly stood to his full height. Bucky dropped you lower on his body, lining you up with Steve who now held onto your hips and pulled you both towards him until he was slotted fully inside of you, making you moan at the relief of being filled again, enjoying not having to come down from your orgasm before you were being stimulated again.
His hands held you in a strong grip as he thrust powerfully into you, rocking you back into the solid wall of muscles behind you. His cock brushing against your cervix once more, he pulled all the way out before slamming back into you, making your eyes roll to the back of your head and he continued these slow, strong thrusts for a few moments, enjoying the whimpers escaping your mouth as he did so. Letting go of your hips, one hand moved to your clit and started rubbing on it harshly, making you squirm at how sensitive it was already, nearly being too much for you from all your previous orgasms. He didn’t stop his teasing, however, as he started to push quicker into you, his other hand moved to your neck, grasping it with a little pressure.
“Look at me”, your eyes snapped open at his command, “don’t you dare take your eyes off me, do you understand, I want you watching me as you cum on my cock again like a good girl.”
You couldn’t nod quickly enough as he ploughed into you, his hand alternating between rubbing on your sensitive spot and hitting it with light slaps, the pain causing your walls to clench in pleasure.
Your breath caught in your throat as your orgasm built, and Steve noticed the change in you as you moaned louder, hips bucking against you both as your free hand gripped onto his forearm, the hand gripping your neck. He applied more pressure to this area, cutting off your airways slightly, causing your head to become dizzy as the overwhelming feeling of his cock in your sensitive pussy, every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, your insides close to exploding as he released the pressure on your neck.
Taking a deep breath in that’s all it took for you to cum, hard, all over his cock, squirting slightly as he pounded into your throughout your orgasm. You didn’t take your eyes off of him; his eyes bore into yours and didn't allow you to relax until a tear slipped down your cheeks.
Pulling out of you, Steve leaned forward and wiped the tears as you mumbled incoherently. “Where are you, baby? Are you here with us?”
Your voice was gruff from the screaming as you responded, “I’m here with you, daddy.” Steve nodded at your answer and took you from Bucky, not quite finished with you yet, knowing he could get one more orgasm from you, he moved you to the main table in the room, placing your back onto the table, your legs flopped down, not having control over them anymore. You still kept your eyes on him as he stroked his hands from your cheek, down your slightly red neck, over your clothes breasts, squeezing slightly, before pushing your dress up and over your hips, exposing your centre to him once more.
Lightly, he trailed his fingertips from your hips, down both of your thighs that clenched at the ticklish feeling, down your calves, to your feet, which he picked up and placed them both on his pecs, as this was the highest your legs could reach. He wrapped his arms around both of your thighs, bringing them together and pulling you to the edge of the table, his cock brushing between your folds, teasing your over-sensitive pussy, making you whimper more, tears still falling from your eyes at how good you felt.
Inching in, Steve eased himself in, the new angle allowing him to go even deeper, his balls brushing against your backside as he settled fully inside of you, grunting as he went, enjoying the warm, pulsing, wet cavity.
He didn’t waste any time going slow this time, his hips snapping into you, holding you still on the table with your thighs, pushing brutally into you, hitting up and into that sweet spot as he went, the table groaning under the force of you both.
Your hands were all over the table, trying to grab onto something, but Steve reached forward with one hand and held your wrists together by your thighs, using this to tug on with his thrusts. Both maintained eye contact, both having never been so turned on before, making animalistic noises as you both reached your final climax.
“You going to cum one more time for me baby? You’re such a good girl, are you going to take my cum in your swollen little cunt?”
You shouted yes as loudly as you could as Steve moved the hand that wasn’t holding your hands and thighs together and started giving your harsh slaps to your rear that was hanging off the edge of the table.
The sting sent pleasure through to your clit, making your eyes automatically roll to the back of your head as your muscles relaxed, seeming to hit your limit as Steve relentlessly pounded you, spanking you repeatedly, your head lolling to one side as the stimulation nearly caused you to blackout.
“Please, daddy”, you whispered. Steve dropped his hips slightly. He aimed upwards, hitting directly over your spot a few times before you screamed in pleasure, your eyes clenched shut, back arching off the table, and walls clenching harder than they ever had before, causing Steve to swear and release his seed deep into you.
Stopping his movements, he pulled out and released your arms and legs, easing them down slowly.
The only movement he could see you doing was the fast rise and fall of your chest as you tried to catch your breath. Bucky arrived next to you with a warm cloth that Steve used to clean your extra-sensitive, swollen, red area down, and even this sensation didn’t scare you.
Pulling his boxers on, Steve moved his hand to your cheek and moved your head in his direction. “Come back to me, sweetheart. You were such a good girl for me. Come on, baby girl.”
Your eyelids fluttered open, looking dazed, much like you had earlier in the day, but now the pupils were fully dilated, not fully looking at anything around you. “Can you hear my voice?” Steve cooed to you as your hand reached for the one touching your face, and you pulled it tighter to you, rubbing your cheek against it and playing with his fingers. It took a few more minutes of coaxing from Steve before your eyes finally moved from the spot on the wall to his face that was hovering over yours as you still lay on the tabletop.
“Was I a good girl, Daddy?” you murmured, finally feeling comfortable. Steve leaned down and kissed you softly.
“You were the best girl, you always are.” You smiled tiredly at him as he moved his arms under you, picking you up so you were chest to chest again, and moved back to his office seat. Once sitting comfortably, Bucky placed a blanket around your shoulders as you began sleeping peacefully.
“I’ve just got that meeting now, and then we’ll get you home. How does that sound?” He waited for your answer as he moved closer to the desk, but when you didn’t answer, he looked down, seeing you were already asleep, smiling at your restful expression.