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There were very few clients who would claim that you weren’t exceptional at the services you offered.
Being a mutant was supposed to be glamorous from what the school had taught you. You know, gifted and all of that nonsense. That was only said by mutants who had cool powers like telepathy, telekinesis, healing factors and teleporting. There was a small section of mutants though, like you, that didn’t see it that way. Mostly because their powers were seen as useless or just downright inconvenient.
You didn’t get those powers that people preached about being gifts. It’s one of the reasons you walked around covered from head to toe in a special outfit that kept all of your skin covered. People often mistook it for a burka but it wasn’t like that. No, it was more like a hazmat suit to keep your powers in.
Basically, your sweat and scent made people horny.
It wasn’t glamorous. It wasn’t fancy or impressive. It was just fucking annoying. You were the kind of mutant no one talked about because it was deemed...inappropriate. You definitely weren’t the kind of mutant that the X-Men chose to have on their team.
So, you had to adapt and figure out a way to utilize your abilities in a sensible way that you could monetize. It’s not like you could get a job in an office or anywhere normal. There was no 9-5 job for someone with your...condition.
Instead, you came up with your own job and created a business called, Helping Hands. It was actually what you were on your way to do now.
You were a personal rut and heat assistant who made house calls. It had taken you quite a bit of time to realize that your abilities weren’t just fucking annoying but could actually be used to help unbonded, single alphas and omegas who didn’t want to torture themselves through their ruts and heats. Your powers cut down the time of a rut or heat by nearly half, if not more.
Technically, you were considered a sex worker but you were rarely asked to be intimate with a client. The whole point was to help an unbonded alpha or omega through their most vulnerable time without them having to resort to taking on whoever they could, which was obviously dangerous. Mostly, you sat in the same room with them reading a book while they took care of themselves with toys or hands.
This job was different, however.
You walked up to the front of the tower with your bag slung over your shoulders, staring up at the huge building. You had helped plenty of people in the past who were considered famous but you had never been here before. It was kind of intimidating as you stepped into the lobby where a tall, blond man was pacing.
He looked over the instant you stepped through the door and you recognized him as Captain America immediately. “You’re with Helping Hands?” he asked, walking up to you with big strides. He smelt oppressively of worried alpha, which made you glad for the filter in your mask.
“Yes, I’m here for…” you looked at your phone with the information on your client. “James Barnes?”
“Right, he’s upstairs. I’ll take you up,” he said, turning to walk over to the elevator on the wall.
“Are you the one who put the request in for him?” you question, stepping into the small room with the hero. His hulking mass and intense scent made the room seem even smaller as he hit the button.
“Yes, but he agreed to it so he’s not going to be surprised when you show up,” he assured you, understanding your worry. “You were filled in with his...information?”
You gave a curt nod. “This is his first rut in a very long time due to chemical rut-castration,” you explained, running over the document in your head. It was a policy to memorize every detail of the request before showing up so that you never made a mistake. “He is a super soldier with a metal arm; he has nightmares; he is prone to violent outbursts; and is touch starved. He has given consent for me to assist in his rut by any means necessary.”
Steve worried his hands a bit but nodded. “Right, that sounds about right. Are you sure you can-”
You hold up a hand to stop him. “I am certain you read my qualifications on my website so I’m going to stop you right there. I have been trained in several different martial arts and am a lot tougher than I look. I can handle Mr. Barnes just fine, Captain.”
The huge man deflated as the doors opened onto a hallway. It almost looked like all of the tension he had been carrying since making the request had flooded out of him. “You have my number if you need anything. There are several panic buttons that have been added to his suite so use them if you feel uncomfortable or need a break,” he explains, stopping in front of a door.
You could smell the telltale sign of rutting alpha leaking from under the door and it was potent. It was very obvious that this was no ordinary alpha and though you had never encountered a super soldier before...you weren’t afraid. Ruts made alphas incoherent and prone to mistakes. It was relatively easy to take down a rutting alpha as long as you didn’t let them grapple you.
“I assume his room has been fully stocked with everything we will need?” you ask before placing a hand on the doorknob.
“Yeah, if you need anything else-”
“I’ll call you,” you finish for him, opening the door to go into the room.
Immediately, you are hit with a wave of rut pheromones that tingle across your skin even under all of the layers. You had taken care of rut-repressed alphas before but this...this was a new level of repressed. The desperation and need were almost enough to drown out the guilt.
“Mr. Barnes, I’m from Helping Hands. I’m here to help you through your rut,” you call out into the suite, taking your shoes off to set them by the door.
You were standing in a living area with a few couches, tables and TV but the room wasn’t decorated other than that. It looked like no one lived here if it weren’t for the jacket hanging on the wall hook just by the door. There was another pair of boots next to the door too.
You couldn’t hear anything as you took off the top layer of your outfit, revealing a full body suit underneath that was skin tight. It covered everything, including your face in a dark tan color. It was a neutral color that didn’t offend omegas or alphas.
There was a small noise from further into the house, almost too soft to hear. You followed the sound through the kitchen, checking the fridge and cabinets quickly for supplies. You decided to take a couple bottles of water and granola bars just in case he hadn’t eaten yet.
There was a small bathroom with a shower just down the hall, which you quickly stashed your bag in for later. Toiletries and other things would need to be set out once you got Mr. Barnes into a comfortable state. He was sure to be agitated so getting him to a more balanced level was a primary concern. Then, afterwards, you could worry about settling yourself into the suite.
The final room’s door was closed and you could hear heavy footfalls beyond. He must be pacing because there was a steady stream of alpha pheromones coming from under the door, which meant he wasn’t staying still. You knock lightly on the door to announce your presence, not shocked when the pacing halts.
“Mr. Barnes, may I come in? I have water and snacks if you’re hungry,” you mention with a calm, neutral tone. It was best to set the alpha at ease.
There is an unnerving silence as you wait patiently. It takes about a minute before the doorknob clicks and opens just a bit. You gently push the door open, glad when you didn’t flinch at the absolute wall of pheromones that hit you. It was desperation, guilt, uncertainty, fear and arousal that made your knees a little weak. It was definitely more potent than any normal alpha.
You finally lay eyes on the alpha. He looks exactly like his picture in the client description but it seemed he had gotten a haircut recently. Instead of the wavy brown hair you had been expecting, it was cut close to his head except for the top, which looked messy and tousled. You were willing to bed he had tried sleeping recently but ended up tossing and turning.
“I’m going to leave the door open, Mr. Barnes,” you say with a smile even though he can’t see it through your mask. “What can I call you during our time together?”
His Adam's apple bobs as his steely eyes look down your form in an almost tangible way. “Bucky...is fine,” he manages to get out though it sounded strained. He must be using a lot of self-restraint to keep himself at bay. “What do I call you?”
“Y/n, is fine,” you answer, taking one glove off slowly. “Once I take my clothing off, Bucky, you’re going to feel the effects of my ability immediately. It may feel odd at first but I promise that it will help you get through this rut as easily as possible, okay?”
He looked a little frightened but gave a nod. “What if I hurt you?”
You laugh softly, setting your gloves to the dresser beside you. “Don’t worry about me, Bucky. If I didn’t think I could take care of myself...I wouldn’t be here,” you explain softly, pulling the tight bonnet off of your head. You quickly ran a hand through your hair to tame it.
Bucky watched you with intense eyes, staring as you started to strip your shirt off, revealing a simple white bra. Next came your leggings until you were standing in your white underwear, completely exposed to the alpha. His nostrils flared as your scent completely overtook the room, mixing into an intoxicating fusion that had his pupils dilating until they almost took over all of the blue.
It happened almost immediately, as you expected. One minute he was nearly four feet away from you, the next, he had both arms wrapped around your waist. You were crushed against his hard body, pressed until your back hit the wall of the hallway. His mouth was hot as it found yours, kissing without much tact or skill.
You placed a gentle hand on the side of his face, rubbing your thumb across his cheekbone. His erection was hard against your pelvis, hips rutting against you desperately as a growl vibrated through his chest. His tongue invaded your mouth and his cloying scent, pine needles and sandalwood, completely enveloping you.
It was easy to get lost in the primal act. You were so used to this sort of thing that it almost felt business-as-usual until a cold, metal hand slipped past the band of your underwear. A gasp of shock escaped you when metal fingers pressed against your clit, sending an electric current of pleasure from your toes to the top of your head. This was something new. Rutting alphas, especially alphas who had been touched starved, didn’t usually initiate this sort of foreplay.
You were expecting to just be shoved against the wall and fucked until he came. You definitely weren’t expecting to get any sort of attention this early in the game. Sure, some alphas enjoyed foreplay but during a rut...it usually took a backseat to their pleasure. Bucky didn’t seem to realize this as he drew abstract patterns across your clit until you were involuntarily bucking into his hand.
“Good girl,” he rumbled against your neck, sending tingles down your right side. You felt the orgasm building as he bucked his hips against your thigh, too fast and too much all at once. Your breathless moan left your mouth in a frantic rush of air.
Legs shaking, you clung to his shoulders to keep from crumpling in a heap on the floor. It had been a long time since someone had made you orgasm. It was usually just you and your toys. You hadn’t expected to get the royal treatment based on the information in Bucky’s description.
“Bed, present yourself,” he said, tone clipped and dark as he took a step back to give you room.
You quickly moved away from his intoxicating heat so that your head could clear a bit. He wasn’t acting like a normal touch-starved alpha. Actually, he was acting more controlled than any alpha you had ever met and that included those who weren’t in rut. It made the uncertainty well inside of your chest to think that you might actually...enjoy this client.
Clearing your head, you crawled up onto the bed on your hands and knees. It was daunting, waiting for the alpha to come back into the room. For such a big, muscular guy, he walked on surprisingly quiet feet. You didn’t even hear him come up behind you until the bed was dipping under his weight.
His hands slowly peeled your underwear down and off of you until they were at your knees. He left them there. You waited as patiently as you could. It seemed like a long time before the bed moved again.
You nearly yelped when, instead of his dick, you felt warm, soft lips kiss the back of your thigh. The stubble on his chin made your skin prickle with goosebumps as he nipped a trail from your thigh to your ass then moved to the opposite thigh to do the same thing. You could feel yourself leaking slick from the attention but stayed perfectly still other than the delicate tremble that had started.
“B-Bucky,” you whimpered, unable to hold in the desperation from your voice. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. You had expected violence from the alpha the way the Captain had described him; you had expected to have to put him in his place and ride him the first time to get it out of his system. Instead, here you were, weak under his hands as he gently spread you with his thumbs.
Hot breath caressed your core just before a tongue ran from your clit to your entrance. Your sound was equal parts embarrassing and frantic as it ripped from your throat without your permission. His tongue pressed into your entrance, teasing the sensitive walls before dragging back down to your clit. Stars lit up your vision as another orgasm built so quickly, you were left dizzy.
“Oh fuck,” you moan, long and drawn out as your body ripples with the climax. You can feel the slick gush but he doesn’t seem deterred.
“Good girl,” he praises, hot breath sending another shiver through your body. “You cum so pretty.”
You hadn’t expected such encouraging praise and it went straight to your core. This isn't how this encounter was supposed to happen. He wasn’t supposed to make you so...needy. It had been a long time since an alpha had made you so wet. You couldn’t even remember a time when you had trembled like this from just oral sex.
He didn’t stop there either. He kept going until you couldn’t see straight and your legs were shaking from too many orgasms. You got so overstimulated that you were begging to be fucked like you were in your own heat. “Please, fuck, Bucky!” you sobbed, burying your face in the sheets to hide the sounds. “‘S too much! Fuck me!”
“One more, doll, you can give me one more,” he said for the hundredth time, two fingers thrusting deep inside your pussy. You could hear how wet you were just as much as you could feel the slick dripping down your inner thighs as they shook from the ordeal.
“I-I can’t!” you cry out even as another orgasm is sending you forward onto your stomach. You just can’t hold yourself up but find that was all it took for him to straddle your thighs, squeezing your legs together.
“Gonna fuck you so hard…” he starts, leaning down to brush his lips against the outside shell of your ear. “You'll feel me for days.”
How was he coherent enough to dirty talk?!
You would contemplate the implications of such a thing but his head brushes against the soaked folds of your sex, silencing every thought in your mind. The only thing you could think about...was how he pressed forward, stretching you with the most satisfying burn you had ever felt. It was as if something snapped inside of you as just the first push of his cock had you whimpering from another orgasm.
“Fuck,” he moaned, bottoming out and pausing. “Feels so good.”
His first thrust rocks you forward just a bit with the force. It felt like pure heaven as his cock raked across that spot. You always liked this position because it didn’t matter how good the man’s aim was, he was going to hit your spot. But it almost seemed like Bucky was trying to abuse that spot on purpose. You were in no condition to decide.
“Gonna knot you, doll,” he growled, leaning down to frame your head with his large forearms. “Gonna fill you up.”
“God,” you sobbed, relenting to your omega side. You loved how he was talking to you. It made some deep, primal part of you purr even though you knew nothing would come of this. You had taken a heavy duty suppressant and birth control shot. “Yes, please, cum inside me, alpha!”
It seemed to do the trick as his thrusts became jerky and uncoordinated, more of a rutting kind of motion, before you felt the knot teasing your entrance. The more he thrust, the bigger it got until finally it popped into place, locking the two of you together. The both of you moaned, long and loud, as he gave shallow thrusts to finish himself.
You could feel the way his cock pulsed and came. It made you shudder as another weak orgasm flitted across your exhausted nerve endings. He didn’t move for what felt like a long time, covering you with his body but not crushing you under his weight. He kissed your neck, murmuring things that your sex-idled brain couldn’t quite comprehend or understand.
He wrapped an arm under your belly so that he could turn you both over on your sides. You whimpered a little at the pulling of his knot but once you were both settled, sleep seemed to taunt you. This was unprecedented. You were not one to fall asleep after sex during a job. You were usually encouraging your charge to drink some water, go take a shower or eat a snack.
Instead, your eyelids were so heavy and his cold metal hand was gently running up and down your side that you just let sleep come.