He Even Came With Instructions

He Even Came With Instructions

There he was, right in front of you, unmoved, untouched and indifferent to everything surrounding him.
A sight for sore eyes.
What a nice present, you thought to yourself, comfortably spreading your legs across the sofa you were sitting on. Well, to be frank, the man in front of you wasn't exactly a gift that had come without a price entirely, but the handful of information you had slipped to Zemo weren't all that important to you anyway. You had been more than eager to feed Zemo tiny shreds of Intel in exchange for his treasured Winter Soldier. The one you were shamelessly lusting after for years now.
Zemo probably thought that you wanted this Supersoldier to protect you, but that was far from your intentions.
You found yourself surrounded by plenty of loyal mercenaries....well, at least loyal for as long as you paid them enough. You didn't need this man for even more protection, no, he's your new little toy to play with now.
"Oh, look!", you snarled towards one of your protectors, holding an old, used up book in you hand "Zemo didn't lie when he said that his little soldier boy came with instructions!"
Your guard scoffed at that and you locked your gaze with man in front of you. His icy blue stare was unbothered by your snarky comment and you bit your lower lip in anticipation. A "What a good boy you are, huh?" lingering on the tip of your tongue. Words that were yet to be spoken, but not as long as your other obedient pets still watched over you.
You only broke from his eyes to inspect the book in your hands further, turning page after page you hissed: "Longing....rusted....seventeen....but we don't need that right now, do we?"
The soldier didn't even flinch at those words. A good sign? Probably.
Longing....that word reverberated with you. Yeah, you were longing for that man and the tension within you was growing with every page you turned, growing to an almost unbearable pressure that caused you to eventually sign your mercenaries to leave you alone with your newfound boy toy.
Your eyes wandered back to him, shamelessly undressing him from his black leather combat boots to his equally black jacket, one sleeve already torn off to display this beautiful metal arm of his.
Oh, that metal limb, cold and unyielding like the neon colours form the walls lighting it was reflecting. You could almost feel it pleasuring you, relentless and stripped from any kind of human body heat, with its digits buried deep down in your core, just the way you had dreamed about is since you lay your eyes upon it for the very first time.
From his arm on out you continued to eye-fuck every inch of his appearance and with a sly grin playing around your lips you noted that you had always preferred him with longer hair, made him look more unhinged and less put together, but claiming this short haired, seemingly more collected version of him as your property could offer even more sardonic fun. He got your gears grinding already nonetheless.
You couldn't wait any longer, you've done that for way too long by now.
With a sigh you rose from the sofa and made your way towards him.
"Oh, poor little puppy...so lost by being dragged from one war into another.", you purred against his cheek, carefully grazing your fingertips across his beard stubbles "You should be grateful, because I won't let you fight no more. I got better things in store for you, Soldat!"
Almost driven mad by your own desire and with his skin just inches from your hungry lips you allowed all hell to break loose within. It was pure fire pumping through your veins as you grabbed his jawline and forced his face towards yours. Your lustful moan got lost between skin, as you pressed your lips onto his. No resistance as you pulled his mouth open and slipped your tongue towards his, letting it wander and explore all over. You took your time, taking all of him in, your blood coursing in wicked tides towards your core, but before you let yourself get lost entirely you pulled back. An out of breath wine emerged from the soldiers lips as you broke the kiss.
What was that? A human motion?
You rose your eyebrows, but didn't pay it too much attention.
The hand that you had placed at his jaw moved to his strong yet delicate, almost vulnerable throat, enclosing it firmly.
"Listen closely, asset, I don't want you to fight for me. I want you to fuck me. Fuck me good. I want you to fuck me whenever I want you to and I don't want you to ask questions."
You watched his pupils dilate ever so slightly at your words.....or was it because of the restricted air flow? You didn't mind.
"Will you be a good little fucktoy for me then?"
"Yes, Ma'am." It slipped out of his mouth in a husky voice that sent shivers down your spine.
Without further hesitation you released him from your grip only to clutch his shoulders, spinning him around for him to stumble onto the sofa with a thud.
"Rather clumsy for a Supersoldier.", you smirked, going right after him "Not really used to be treated like this by a woman, hm?"
The soldier shrug his head, hestitant to give some sort of verbal answer. For a moment you pondered whether to punish his silence, but you let it slide. You didn't like people to talk all that much in general, especially not if they're supposed to get you off. Even although you loved marking your prey, this face in front of you was way too pretty for that and it probably wouldn't have impressed him that much either.
Impatiently you stepped closed, towering over him. One of your hands resting atop the couch, the other one fumbling with the assets belt, quickly unbuckling it, you looked at him. Beautiful, ethereal.... not only a perfectly deadly war machine, but also an utterly handsome piece of flesh and muscles.
Trapping him underneath, you felt the cold leather of his combat boots grazing along your ankles. Gosh, you loved these shoes. Just one more of those nice, little accessories that made him look powerful and dominant, but you knew better. You knew that he was all yours for the taking now. Finally.
You felt so greedy that you had his pants unbuttoned in mere seconds. You would take your time with all of his body later, but for now you just couldn't restrain yourself from the ache to claim him as yours. You found yourself more than ready to consume him.
"Oh look...", you moaned at the sight of his already fully erected member "Still a man at all.... underneath all the leather and armour."
Thrilled by this sight you placed each knee next to his thighs, straddling his lap.
"You know why I want you so fucking much, boy?", eagerly you shoved the soaked pair of panties underneath your skirt aside and aligned his throbbing cock with your entrance "Because I'm sick of all those idiots, falling in love after I'm done with 'em. Unnecessary banter over even more unnecessary feelings. You don't survive long in this world having feelings. They make you vulnerable."
You smashed your hips down onto his crotch, almost whimpering out in lust as you felt his full length and girth splitting you open. It was more for you to take than ever before and had you cock drunk nearly instantly. With that you heard him grunting from the sensation.
"Oh, you like that too, huh?" You sighed, letting your lips find his once more. He nodded in agreement as you playfully bit his lower lip, suckling at the voluptuous pink flesh.
He made you feel better than anybody before as you started to grind your hips on top of him and you were pretty damn sure that it wouldn't take long for you to get off for the first time. Your fucktoy filled you, stuffed your aching cunt to the brim and that's exactly what you wanted him to do.
The sound of him panting against your burning skin only made it better. Even as a death thread to society he still had his needs too and that just appeared utterly adorable to you.
Sounds of sweaty skin crashing against skin filled the air around you as you chased after your release. After some time of adjusting to his size he stroke your insides without resistance, gliding through your velvet walls all wet and desperate for his spent. Bouncing up and down you thought about putting a neat, little collar around his neck. With a silver tag on it, for everyone to see that he was your property and yours only.
His muffled moans and grunts made you go wild, riding his cock as if you haven't had any in far too long. It was almost unbearable, the coil within your body ready to snap at any second now, but you still craved for one more thing to pleasure you.
You grabbed his metal arm, that was cold to the touch, just the way you imagined it to be and pulled it between the two of you.
"C'mon little soldier boy, make me happy with those fingers!"
Panting under his breath he obliged and ran his digits through your slick until he reached your throbbing clit. The wet metal drew soft circles around your nub and you were oh so close to losing it.
"Oh be a good toy...", you whined into his mouth as the first contractions started to erupt "Don't you dare to stop!"
Obedient just like you wanted him to be, the soldier didn't stop in his movements and you came apart on top of him, your trembling hands painfully tight woven within his hair. You felt pure bliss with every muscle clenching around his girth and his own release followed right after, your contractions milking his cock.
The both of you were gasping for air as you traced the sensation of his cum painting your walls.
"Good little fucktoy..." you wheezed after lifting yourself off of him, letting your satisfied body sink onto the sofa next to him.
With his chest heaving up an down, the soldier tucked himself back in his pants, little droplets of sweat falling from the tip of his nose.
"And that's just the beginning..." you smirked, directing your glare to your glistening tights.
"Oh, I don't think so."
Your head snatched back at the sound of a gun being unlocked.
Cold steel being pressed to the temple of your head.
"I'm not the Winter Soldier anymore. I'm James Bucky Barnes and you will tell me much more about the Supersoldier Serum now."