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interrogation room - winter soldier

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Winter Soldier NSFW

⚠️WARNINGS⚠️ dub-con, spit, blood, knife, choking

"Down. On your knees. Now." You shook my head slightly, not daring to look up and make eye contact. You whimpered quietly as he roughly shoved your shoulder down, forcing your knees to bend. He kept pushing your shoulder down until you were eye level with his waist, sitting on the cold cement floor. "Listen to me, I will not repeat myself. You're going to suck my cock and take whatever I give you. If you don't, you'll be killed by Hydra. Understood?"

You shook your head up and down violently. You knew that it was wrong, but hearing him say those words in his rough, scratchy voice made heat pool in my lower stomach as you came to a revelation; you kind of wanted it. You wanted to be held down and fucked ruthlessly by the Winter Soldier.

Almost as if he could hear your fantasy playing out, he grunted quietly and grabbed the hair on the back of your head and knotted it between his metal fingers, forcing you so close to his groin that your nose was almost touching it.

"Well? This cock isn't going to suck itself." You gulped at his words as you brought a shaky hand up to the zipper, preparing yourself for what was going to happen.

He relaxed his grip on your hair, confident you wouldn't try to move away. After all, he could tell that you wanted this just as bad as he did, even if you would never admit it.
Your fingers curled around the zipper and slowly pulled down, revealing black boxers with a noticeable bulge. You gaped, he had the largest dick you had ever seen and even then it still suppressed by the clothing.

You reached up towards the band of his underwear, feeling his v-line and abs. You grab the sides of his boxes and pull them down until his erection comes out, hard and ready. He was even bigger once out of the boxers, you didn't think that you could fit all of him in your mouth.
It seemed he got impatient, as he gripped your hair tighter than before and forced you towards him, lining up your closed mouth with his leaking tip. It seems he's not the only one who enjoyed that demand he set out there, it got him aroused that you were willing to do anything for him, even having him being the enemy.

You opened your mouth slowly and slid out your tongue, leaning closer to the point of contact. You swirled the tip of your tongue against the tip of his cock and you could feel yourself getting more turning on as you heard his short inhale. As you leaned down and licked a small strip up from his balls to his tip you could feel him getting more tense until he was completely hard and his cock was standing straight towards you.

You rested more of your weight on your knees and lifted up a hand to place at the base of his cock. You heard his small moan and could see his abs tense under the fitted t-shirt. You decided he was ready enough and opened your mouth wider, just enough so you could fit the tip in. You glided your tongue over his slit and sucked gently, hollowing your cheeks.

"Ah, fuck baby. You're doing so good. But, I want you to take more. I want you to be at your limit. I want you to suck and choke on my dick until you can't handle it." You moaned louder at his words, the vibrations from your moan making him gasp softly. He gripped the back of your head tighter to the point where it was painful, then he pulled your head forward.

You choked and spit as you tried to breath with the tip of his cock touching the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex. You felt spit falling out of your forced open mouth, falling onto the floor. He reached down with his flesh hand to remove yours that was still wrapped around his base, pushing your wrist onto the floor.

"You look so beautiful with your mouth wrapped around me. Choking and gagging when you haven't even got all of it down. C'mon baby, you can fit the rest." He seemed out of breath and like he was restraining himself from being too rough, you could tell he wanted to fuck you, hard and fast.

You tried to relax your throat, finally able to breath shallow breaths through your nose. Very slowly, you inched forward and got a little bit more. You gagged against it and your throat got tighter, closing around him. He moaned, close to losing control. You evened your breath and leaned forward even more, now balancing on your knees. You slid your mouth to the base, choking a spluttering on your spit. There was now a small pool of your spit on the floor below you, the result of it sliding down your chin. It seemed you fitting him all the way inside your mouth was the last straw as he snapped and lost control. He gripped your head and pushed you closer, holding you there. You gagged, trying to push away to breath. You used your hand to grab his thigh and try to push yourself off, you started twisting and trying to get out of his grip. He growled, out of arousal or anger you couldn't tell, and held tighter with his hand, not letting you breath. Your nose was tickled by the small amount of hair he had and you felt yourself stop struggling. You sat on your knees, one of your hand on your lap, the other one still grabbing at his thigh. You could feel yourself starting to pass out, your vision blurry with tears. As a tear ran down your cheek quickly, he grunted, turned on by your display of submission to him.
This is how I'm going to die? Being choked to death by the Winter Soldiers cock. Jesus. The edges of your vision were starting to darken and you could feel your eyelids started to droop, your breathing shortening and slowing. Just as your breathing was about to stop entirely, he released your hair and pulled out of your mouth.

You spluttered against your spit and weakly coughed, your hand leaving his thigh. Both your wrists bend and you fell to the ground, now your hands and shins supporting you. Your head dropped down as you tried to catch your breath, uneven and ragged.

"What the hell?! Are you trying to fucking kill me?!" It came out raspy, the back of your throat sore from him. You lifted your gaze to meet his eyes, finding him staring down at you with an unreadable expression.

"If I wanted you dead, you would be dead." He smirked slightly at seeing the anger in your eyes, you wanted to attack him but you both knew he would kill you and you had no interest in dying in this cell.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself, looking down slightly to come in contact with his metal arm. I wonder how he got it. Or it's uses. Or maybe he uses it to kill people? Did it hurt to get?

He could tell you were thinking about it, and he slowly moved his arm towards your face. You kept still, afraid of setting him off again. It seemed he was calm after his tantrum, yet you were still apprehensive. His fingers reached your face and lightly traced down your cheek. He wiped underneath your eye, getting rid of the wetness from your tears. Okay, this was oddly intimate compared to him just trying to kill you, but you didn't hate it. Your lips quivered as his hand traced lower, moving to below your ear. You sucked in a long and slow breath as his fingers traced along your jaw, stopping at your chin. He moved his hand up, tracing around your lips with the pad of his finger. You gasped softly at the feeling, your lips parting for him.

You looked back up into his eyes, seeing him focusing in on your lips. His eyes looked surprisingly soft and gentle, and you almost forgot what he had done. He moved his thumb to prod at the opening and slipped in, brushing against your tongue. You silently opened your mouth wider, allowing the rest of his finger in your mouth. He inhaled deeply, rubbing against the walls of your mouth. You wanted this to last, it felt surprisingly intimate and romantic. His eyes went back up to yours and hardened. You shut yours and winced, why was he upset again? He glared at you and you could feel his anger even without your sight. You opened your eyes and looked down at his lips, seeing them chapped and shut, his jaw clenched. Looking at hem, you wanted them against yours. You wanted him to kiss you even though you knew that would never happen.

While you were staring at his mouth, fantasizing, he abruptly pulled out of your mouth and put his hand back to his side, clenching his fist tightly. your lip pulled forward from the force, you snapped your neck to look up at him, your eyebrows scrunched and your mouth still open.

"Get up. You look pathetic on the floor." He stared down at you, disgust clear on his face. You staggered to your feet