Oops, I am trash that starts filling her own prompt.
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They keep their voices soft, but not so soft that Bucky can't hear them through the wall. "Please," the girl whimpers. "Oh, please let me." Steve's weight shifts on the bed, changing position, and she chokes back a sob.
"Good toys don't come," Steve says. "You know that." Another wrecked, despairing sound from the girl. "Now, beg me not to let you."
"Please—please, Steve!" Bucky can hear the air punched from her chest as he fucks her. "Please don't—oh god, please—please don't let me come."
"You worthless piece of shit whore," Steve says tenderly. "You're not going to come tonight. Or tomorrow, or next week, or the week after. You're just a hole for me to fuck."
Bucky strokes himself quietly to the sound of her moans. There'd been a skinny blond recruit once who sounded just like that when STRIKE made him the barracks slave. Please don't, please. The Soldier fucked him hard when it was his turn.
*
Steve is insatiable. "I want your ass tonight," Bucky hears him whisper through the wall. "You're allowed to come, if you can do it from just my cock in your ass. Nothing else." A muffled protest from the girl, followed by the sharp crack of flesh on flesh. His hand across her cheek, Bucky thinks. "Quiet, or you'll be punished while you take it."
He barely stifles his own hoarse sound as he palms the leaking head of his cock. There'd been a dark-haired girl recruit who begged them not to fuck her ass, and sobbed uncontrollably when they did it anyway. The Soldier had his choice of her holes, and took her ass because he knew the panic would make her tight, and because it was good when the person suffering wasn't him.
*
"Steve, I can't, please, I'm sorry, it hurts." Through the wall, the girl's whining is louder than usual.
"The next time you ask me to stop," Steve says, "I'm going to take it out, and use a larger one instead."
At that, she begins to cry in earnest. Bucky's cock twitches and strains in his fist. Steve guards his fuck toy jealously, the prerogative of rank, but Bucky knows it's only a matter of time before he catches her alone. Soon, he thinks. He's getting tired of his own hand.
"Maybe I should anyway," Steve says. "What do you think? I think you can take more."
"No," she says quickly. "Don't, I'm sorry, please don't—"
Bucky knows what a girl's scream sounds like with a hand clamped over her mouth. He never liked the loud ones.
The House Wins (1/?)
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They keep their voices soft, but not so soft that Bucky can't hear them through the wall. "Please," the girl whimpers. "Oh, please let me." Steve's weight shifts on the bed, changing position, and she chokes back a sob.
"Good toys don't come," Steve says. "You know that." Another wrecked, despairing sound from the girl. "Now, beg me not to let you."
"Please—please, Steve!" Bucky can hear the air punched from her chest as he fucks her. "Please don't—oh god, please—please don't let me come."
"You worthless piece of shit whore," Steve says tenderly. "You're not going to come tonight. Or tomorrow, or next week, or the week after. You're just a hole for me to fuck."
Bucky strokes himself quietly to the sound of her moans. There'd been a skinny blond recruit once who sounded just like that when STRIKE made him the barracks slave. Please don't, please. The Soldier fucked him hard when it was his turn.
*
Steve is insatiable. "I want your ass tonight," Bucky hears him whisper through the wall. "You're allowed to come, if you can do it from just my cock in your ass. Nothing else." A muffled protest from the girl, followed by the sharp crack of flesh on flesh. His hand across her cheek, Bucky thinks. "Quiet, or you'll be punished while you take it."
He barely stifles his own hoarse sound as he palms the leaking head of his cock. There'd been a dark-haired girl recruit who begged them not to fuck her ass, and sobbed uncontrollably when they did it anyway. The Soldier had his choice of her holes, and took her ass because he knew the panic would make her tight, and because it was good when the person suffering wasn't him.
*
"Steve, I can't, please, I'm sorry, it hurts." Through the wall, the girl's whining is louder than usual.
"The next time you ask me to stop," Steve says, "I'm going to take it out, and use a larger one instead."
At that, she begins to cry in earnest. Bucky's cock twitches and strains in his fist. Steve guards his fuck toy jealously, the prerogative of rank, but Bucky knows it's only a matter of time before he catches her alone. Soon, he thinks. He's getting tired of his own hand.
"Maybe I should anyway," Steve says. "What do you think? I think you can take more."
"No," she says quickly. "Don't, I'm sorry, please don't—"
Bucky knows what a girl's scream sounds like with a hand clamped over her mouth. He never liked the loud ones.