When you wake up, Rumlow sits on the edge of the bed, already fully dressed as usual. You sit up. Look at him. God, he’s so handsome. It should almost be illegal.

– I let you sleep a bit longer, so we don’t have much time. We’ll take the coffee to go.

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You look at the time. Fuck! Shit! You jump up from the bed. And franticly look for your clothes. Rumlow looks at you. Smiling.

– Where the fuck are my clothes? Seriously, Brock! We have no time!

He continue to look at you. His eyes walks up and down your naked body. Then he picks up a neatly folded pile of clothes from the bed, and gives them to you. You snatch them out of his hands. You’re not angry. But you really don’t have time to waste.

– Stop messing around, Brock. We’ll be late!

He laughs, then he gets up from the bed, takes a hold around your waist and drags you close to him. Looks into your eyes, and smiles again. A teasing smile. Fuck, how this turns you on.

– I’m the boss, remember?

You try to move, to get your clothes, but he holds you tighter. You look up at him.

– I’m not, Brock! I can’t be late.

He kisses you, and continue to kiss you down your neck, and on to your shoulder. You lift your hands, and place them on his hips, gently push him. To let him know that you really don’t want to be late.

– Why do you care about being late for work? I’m not gonna fire you for it..

He gives you a gentle spank on your bottom. Gives you a teasing smile again.

– Might punish you a little though….

– Brock…

He still holds you close, with one arm around you. He lets the other one travel up your thigh, teasing your entrance. A soft moan escapes you.

– But it kinda sounds like you’re enjoying that!

– Brock! We’re going to really be late!

He lets the arm he’s holding you with slide into your hair. Taking a soft hold of it, guiding your head back.

– Shhh…

He plants a kiss on your lips. And you give in. A quick one is fine. His tongue finds yours. And at the same time, he slips a finger inside you.

– Brock…

You moan his name into his mouth. He answers your moan, by entering you with another digit, and softly biting your earlobe. Whispering in your ear.

– I fucking love when you call me that!

He grabs your behind, and lifts you up. And you wrap your legs around his waist. Your back hits the wall. He wastes no time, unbuckling himself, and plunges upwards, entering you.

– Fuck, Brock!

His hands squeezing your behind. His deep thrusts inside you. This is going to be a quick one. His ragged breathing in your ear mixed with the words he says to you.

– Fuck, YN! Say it again!

– Fuck me, Brock!

You’ve never reached climax this fast before. The way his body is pressed against yours, his hands squeezing your bottom. The whole thing is so intense, it almost hurts. But laced with the pain is an indescribable feeling of enormous pleasure.

– Yes! Come for me!

– Fuuuuck, Brock. I’m coming! GOD! Don’t stop!

– I’ll never stop! Fuck, YN. I’ll never get tired of this.

The orgasm hits you, and you scream, lean your head back against the wall, arching your back. His lips finds your neck, greedily kissing it. As he continues to plunge into you, with renewed force.

– Your skin tastes so fucking good.

His tongue glides from your neck, and up to your ear. And when he reaches your earlobe, you can hear on his breath alone, that he’s coming too. He still holds you up against the wall. Not moving away from your ear. He just continues to breathe into it. And Oh God how fucking good it feels.

– I fucking love you, YN! Mine!

Did he just say that he loves you? What du you say to that? Do you answer? You have no idea. Maybe it was just a spur of the moment. You don’t answer. Instead you untangle yourself from him. You give him a quick kiss, before you get dressed.

——-‐—————————–

With your to go coffees in hand, you get to the car. Rumlow is unusually quiet. Did he actually mean what he said? Should you have said it back? Do you love him? You never thought of that. Everything between you happened so fast. And on top of that he’s your boss. Did you hurt him?

Rumlow doesn’t say a word the whole drive. And as usual, you part ways in the garage. Although, Rumlow’s probably right, about people knowing. You don’t feel the need to broadcast it, quite yet. And now that Thomas is fired. You won’t have to worry about him telling anyone.

You reach the office floor, and get to work. Nothing much is happening, so you have a lot of time to think about this morning. And you can’t quite shake the feeling that you should have said something. He did say that didn’t he? Did he mean that he loves YOU, or just the fact that you’re his. You always saw him as a rough guy, dominant, hard, closed off. Does guys like that even do romance? The fact that you might have hurt him, freaks you out. You try to remember every second you’ve had with him.

When he saved you from David. The first time he told you the you were his. When you found out he was your boss. When he protected you, when your apartment was broken into. Do you actually live with him now? When he aimed his rifle at Thomas. And when he asked you out on a date. You have to find out what he meant. And more importantly, you have to find out what you feel, and how you feel about him.

When it’s time for lunch, you can’t do it anymore. So you go and knock on his door. You don’t even bother to wait for your Co-Workers to leave. And you can feel their eyes on you, when you lift your hand, and knock on the door to his office…

You just want to lie there, feeling his body against yours. But the floor is hard, and you’re still tired as hell. With everything that happened at work, all the adrenaline. And now the food, and the sex. You could probably fall asleep right there, on the floor. You yawn again.

– I really need to get some sleep, Brock.

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He kisses you one more time, before he gets up. Offers a hand, and helps you up from the floor.

– Probably take a shower first. To.. get off all of this..

He looks down on your chest, and you look at his. Then he lifts you up, you wrap your legs around his waist, and he carries you into the bathroom.

You shower quickly. You are so tired, you can almost hear the bed screaming your name. When you finish drying off, he follows you into the bedroom, covers you with a blanket and kisses you. He is so sweet and protective. So tender and soft.

– I’ll be right with you, YN. I’m just gonna clean up, and watch one match. Let me know if you need anything.

You don’t answer. You’re already half asleep, and his deep, calm, soothing voice makes your whole body relax.

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You are awaken by your own screams. Your whole body hurts. You feel like you can’t even breathe. The dream was so intense, you don’t know if you’re awake or still sleeping. And you have no idea where you are.

Rumlow is beside you in seconds, wraps his arms around you, holding you close, while he whispers calming words in your ear.

– Shhh… Shhh, YN! I’m here, I’m right here.. It was a nightmare, just a nightmare.

He continues to whisper until you calm down. When you finally realise that you’re awake, and safe. You start to cry. Rumlow pulls you close, and just holds you. Not saying a single word, just holds you close.

When you start to calm down, he places a kiss on your forehead. You lean your head against his body. Get as close to him as you possibly can. You’re still shaking a bit, but he calms you down. His strong arms around you, makes you feel safe.

– Do you want to talk about it?

You sniffle. Do you want to talk about it? You don’t know. He’s protective, and he wants you to feel good and safe. But at the same time, whenever you mention what David did to you.. He talks about killing him. And deep inside, you know he will. And you don’t know how to feel about that. You don’t answer, instead you just shake your head a little.

– Do you need anything? A shower, something to drink. I’m gonna go, and get you a glass of water.

Rumlow moves to get up from the bed, but you stop him. Finally you manage to look at him. You must look terrible. Tears all over your face, hair probably everywhere after the nightmare, and… He looks back at you. There’s that look again. Some form of hurt in his eyes, a look you can’t place. Is he hurt? Can a man like him feel hurt? His job is to kill people, well at least a part of it is. He constantly walks around with guns and knifes. A badass, badass guy. Can they even feel love?

– No, Brock! Please don’t leave me!

He lies back down, pulls you close again. Not saying anything. You nuzzle your face into his neck. His cologne smells so good, and so safe. And his strong arms around you. Protecting you.

– I’m not leaving you, YN! I’ll stay here for as long as you need.

You place a soft kiss on his neck. Just to show how thankful you are. Then you lift your head a little, to look at him.

– For the entire night?

He kisses your forehead again. Smiles at you.

– For the entire night, YN! You go back to sleep. I’ll take care of you.

You close your eyes. You don’t understand why or how, but you go back to sleep. And with him beside you, you sleep like a baby, for the rest of the night.

———————————————-

Rumlow is still sleeping when you wake up, his arms still holding you close. You look at him. Was he awake the whole night. You turn around to look at the time. His arms pulling you back.

– We still have time! It’s only 4am!

You turn towards him. How is he doing this? He’s always aware, even in his sleep. He lets his hand slide down your spine. And you nuzzle close to him. Feel his breath on your neck.

– That’s a good girl. Just relax. Did you sleep well?

You nod your head. It feels so safe lying here next to him. He places a kiss on your neck.

– Do you want to talk about last night?

You look up at him. There’s that look again. That hurtful look, or.. You can’t place it.

– It’s nothing, Brock. Just a nightmare. Like you said.

He looks back at you. Puts his hand under your chin, lifts your face a little, and kisses you.

– You were screaming. It didn’t sound like a regular nightmare. It sounded like a flashback.

You take your eyes away from him for a second. Should you tell him? Maybe he should know. Or… Maybe not. If he knew everything, he would probably kill David without hesitation.

– Let’s just say that he wasn’t a nice guy. But, I got away. That’s what matters. And, I have you to protect me, so I’m safe, right?

– Usually, when girls like you says stuff like that. The guy they’re talking about is a real monster. I saw what he tried to do, remember?

– Just hold me, Brock. That’s what I need right now!

Again he wraps his arms around you, and pulls you even closer when he wraps his leg around yours. You close your eyes, and after a short while you fall asleep again.

The food arrives. And Rumlow didn’t lie about not ordering a pizza. It’s an array of Italian food, like you have never seen before. It smells amazing, and your stomach growls loudly. Rumlow smiles to you.

– Dig in. I’m gonna get a bottle of wine.

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You open a couple of containers and dig into some of the food. Rumlow comes back with a bottle and two glasses. Pours the wine, and gives you the glass. The wine and the food is so unlike him. Who would have known that someone like him could have such class. Probably a side he doesn’t show to everybody.

You eat for a while in silence. Just enjoying the food. After a while Rumlow turns on the TV. A boxing channel. God, he loves fighting, even at home on the couch. You ate more than you needed. And you suddenly feel extremely tired. You get up from the couch.

– I think I have to go to bed. I’m sleepy…

– Want me to join you?

You yawn.

– No.. It’s fine. You can watch the game…

Rumlow smiles at you.

– Match.. It’s called a match.

– Match, then. I’ll just go to bed.

You step over his legs, and he grabs your arm. You stop, turn towards him.

– Come here for a second first!

You look at him for a second, before you strattle him. He puts his hands on your lower back, pulling you close, as he presses his groin up against you.

– Brock!

You say, almost breathless. You’re only wearing his shirt, and no underwear. And his sweatpants isn’t exactly holding anything back.

– I want you!

He almost growls the words in your ear. You arch your back, pushing your lower bodies even closer. His hands travles up your back, underneath your shirt, before he pulls it over your head. Your bodies greedily meet, the tension, the heat and the feeling of his skin against yours makes you moan his name.

– Fuck! Say it again!

– Mmm..Brock..

Your lips finds his. Your tongues collide in a kiss that feels like a volcano erupts. His strong arms pulling your body closer, if that’s even possible.

– I want you, Brock!

You can’t hold back. You don’t think you’ve said that you want him, that way to him before. He is usually the one in charge when it comes to this. But now he complies. Removing his sweatpants. He glides easily into you, you gasp.

– Brock!

– Yes! Moan my name!

His firm grip around you, his breath on your skin, his lips, his teeth placing soft bites on your shoulder, as he buries himself deep inside your core, over and over. You clench your muscles, sucking him in.

– Aaaaaaa.. Fuck, YN! Keep doing that.

Him moaning your name like that makes it all explode inside you. Your fingernails digging into his back. It must hurt, but he just continues to plunge into you, keeping his firm grip around you.

– Aaaaaa.. Yes! That’s it! Take it! Fuck, YN, you’re so fucking tight.

– Come for me, Brock!

You don’t understand how you manage to keep your voice low and steady, when you whisper the words into his ear, and then lets your tongue glide over his earlobe. Your words does the job. One… Two hard thrusts inside, before his whole body tenses, and he leans his head back against the couch. When his neck is exposed like this, you plant a couple of kisses on it.

– Mmmmm… YN, keep going!

You continue to kiss him down his right shoulder. His hands goes up your back. Then he takes a firm hold of your shoulders, and in one swift move, you are down on the floor, between the couch and the coffee table, with him on top of you. His eyes, hungry staring into yours, and you can feel his erection growing inside you. You close your eyes, and take a deep breath.

– Ah ah ah.. Keep those wonderful eyes open. And look at me. Can you feel it?

You open your eyes. His eyes alone, the light hitting them, making every single shade in them twinkle. And that hungry look. And his body pressed against yours. His strong grip of your shoulders. You buck your hips up against him. He calmly shakes his head.

– Stay still. You were in charge up there. Down here…. It’s my turn… Put your leg up on the table!

– Wh.. What?

He sits up. Him pulling himself out of you, makes you buck your hips once more. He doesn’t say anything, just smiles at you. He lets his hand slowly glide down your side, and down to your thigh. Not once leaving your skin. Then he lifts your leg, and places it up on the table.

– Now, the other one!

You look at the couch. Rumlow lets out a small laugh. Then he repeats the action with the other leg. You are exposed to him. Glistening. He lets his hands slide down both your thighs.

– Fuck, Brock…

He doesn’t answer. Instead he takes a grip on your hips, drags your lower body up in his lap, and in one hard thrust he enters you with his whole length. This angle, he is hitting every single nerve in there. He is merciless, fucks you as hard as he possibly can. Your muscles tensing. Your fingernails scraping the floor. You’re going to come hard. He feels it too.

– YES! Come on! Squirt for me!

Just as you’re about to come, he pulls out, wrap one arm around each of your thighs, and continues to finish the job with his fingers. You’re wildly trying to buck your hips. But he’s strong, holds you immobile. You’re hoarse moans, turns into screams of pleasure, when the damn bursts and you come hard. Rumlow doesn’t stop. Your vision is blurry, but you can see that he is looking at you. Marveling your orgasm.

– Again!

His firm determined voice. And his fingers hitting all the right places.

– B…. B…

You can’t make a sound, other than your hoarse moans and the screams of pleasure. As the orgasm hits you for the second time. Stronger this time. Rumlow is even struggling to hold you in place.

He holds his grip, until your body starts to calm down. Then he lets you go, and makes his way up to your face. His chest hitting yours. You open your eyes, and look straight into his. He’s smiling.

– Do you feel that?

You look down on the part of his chest you can see without lifting your head up from the floor. He follows your gaze.

– That’s all you. Squirting all over me! Fucking perfect!

You take a breath. Look at him again. And he places a soft, loving kiss on your lips.

– You are so fucking beautiful, YN!

You let the towel fall down. Rumlow looks down at your body. Then he looks back up at you.

– Perfect!

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You give him a little smile, before you pull the t-shirt he gave you over your head. Rumlow lets his fingers slide down your arms.

– I would’t mind if you were naked. Just so you know.

You laugh a little, before you let your fingers slide over his abs.

– You’ll be naked on top, I’ll be naked under.

He puts his arms around you. Plants a kiss on your forehead.

– You want me to be on top, huh? That can be arranged.

He gives you a teasing smile. You smile back, before your stomach growls again. Rumlow lets you go.

– Food first. What do you want?

– I thought you said Italian… Surprise me..

– Surprise you? You know I’m Italian, right? I’m not just going to order a pizza..

You smile at him. Tilt your head a little.

– Even better, I’ll go and sit down, you order food.

You turn around and walk into the living room. Sit down on his couch. You can hear him ordering food from the other room. After a while he comes into the living room as well. Sits down next to you. Puts his hand on your thigh. You look down on his hand, then you look up at his face.

– About 30 minutes.. You know what we can do while we wait?

– I don’t know, work up our appetite?

He gets closer to your face. Puts a hand on your cheek.

– And I have the perfect way of doing that.

He looks down at your lap. Lets the hand on your thigh, slide up, and rest between your legs. You answer his move, by parting your legs a little. He looks back up at you.

– It does involve a little bit of eating…

He gives you a teasing smile. Moves his hand a little, down there, teasing you. You let out a soft moan, and lean your head back against the couch.

He gently puts you down on the couch, lifts one of your legs up, and puts it on the back of the couch. Lets his hand slide down your inner thigh. You look at him, looking at you.

– Fucking beautiful! And mine, all mine.

He leans down, and instinctively you put your hands in his hair. He is so careful, so tender, so soft. This is a whole new side to him. It’s like he’s suppressing his dominant side. And you like this side, just as much as the dominant one.

He lets his tongue slide gently over you. You gasp. Taking a firmer hold of his hair. Rumlow lets out a small laugh, and then he lets one of his fingers slip inside you, as his tongue hits your clit.

– Shit… Brock….

He stops. Looks up at you!

– What?

You buck your hips. Look at him. Your eyes begging for him to continue. He gets the message, but he doesn’t move.

– Ask nicely!

– Brock… The food…

– Yes… It’s going to be here soon, so if you want me to continue, you better ask quickly!

– Please, Brock!

He starts up again, picking up the pace a little.

– See what you get, when you ask nicely?

He says, before he slips another finger inside, and closes his lips over your clit. Again you grab his hair. The angle he is scissoring his fingers inside you. Fuck. How is he doing this? Your back arches. You’re pretty sure your hold of his hair hurts, but he doesn’t say or do anything, about it. And you can’t let go. Your head tells you to. But you have to hold on to something.

– Do it! Squirt for me!

You’ve almost never heard that word before. Sometimes in porn movies, but never in real life. Is that even a thing? Is it possible? Can you do it? His fingers hits a spot inside you, and the waves of intense pleasure rushes through your entire body. It’s not even moans escaping you now, you’re screaming. You’ve had orgasms before, sure. Actually he’s the one who has given you most of them. But this is… You can’t even describe what this is.

It’s like a balloon popping inside of you. It feels like you’re peeing yourself. Are you? You have no control over anything. Rumlow is still working you. Chuckling a little bit. Before he decreases his pace, lifts his head. You know he is looking at you. But you can’t lift your head up. You just close your eyes and focus on the waves of pleasure hitting your body. Slower and slower, until they eventually dissipates. Rumlow lets out another small laugh. Not a bad one. A small soft laugh, like he’s proud or happy about something.

He slowly makes his way up to your face. Kisses you. You open your eyes, and look into his.

– That…. That… Was… Absolutely…. Amazing..

– I knew I could make you do that!

He presses his groin down on you, and you can feel that he is rock hard against you.

– Do what?

– Squirt! I felt it from the first time my fingers slipped inside you. I just wanted to warm you up a bit first. How did it feel?

– Fuck, that’s what that was? I thought I peed myself..

Rumlow laughs, and you laugh with him. Then he kisses you again.

– Don’t worry.. You’ll get used to it.

He moves to get up from the couch, but you stop him.

– I don’t get to give you anything?

He smiles at you. Puts his forearms down on each side of your head, and rests his upper body on them.

– After everything that happened today. I wanted to take care of you tonight. Only you! In every way I know how.

He kisses you again. One of the longest kisses he’s ever given you. Your whole body just sinks into it. And the safe and at home feeling takes over. When you finally break the kiss, he just looks into your eyes.

Then the doorbell rings…

Your whole body is shaking. Every single moment with David, rushes through your mind. You can almost feel his punches. And it feels like bruises are forming all over your body.

– Hey.. Hey… I’m here! He’s gone. He’ll never touch you again. He won’t even look at you.

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Rumlow brushes your hair away from your face, then he wipes away a few of your tears with his thumb. You look at him. His hazel brown eyes, looking at you with so much compassion and…. Is it hurt you see? Does it hurt him to see you like this? And here you were, thinking that he was dark and mysterious all the time.

– Let’s go home. I’ll order food. We don’t have to go out tonight.

He almost lifts you up. Your whole body hurts. You know it’s not real. But the trauma’s still there. And when stuff like this is happening. It’s like your whole body goes back to the apartment in Chicago, with David.

– I’ve got you. I won’t let you go. Fuck I won’t let you out of my sight. EVER again!

You let him steady you. It feels safe to have his arm around you. He knows his way around guns. That’s for sure. That red dot over Thomas’ heart, didn’t move an inch. Steady hands. Real steady.

Rumlow gets you down to the garage, and helps you into the car. Then he almost runs over to his side of the car. It’s almost like he don’t want you to be alone for one second. When the car drives away from the SHIELD building you sigh relieved. Rumlow doesn’t say anything, but he looks over at you.

– Are you sure you’re OK? Say the word, and I’ll kill him!

You shake your head. Look down on your hands. No bruises, no broken fingers. Nothing. Just the feeling. You sigh again.

– Are you hungry?

You try to figure out if you are. But all you can feel is the imaginary bruises and broken bones. Rumlow lifts his hand and moves it towards you. Then he stops. You look at him. Try to give him a smile, but it feels more like a grimace.

– It’s OK, YN! Everything will be OK! I’m here!

– Thank you….

– No need to thank me. It’s my job to protect my girl!

– I…. I’m your girl?

– I thought I made that part pretty clear. You’re mine! And not in a bad way.

You look over at him. God, he is so beautiful. Even more now than when you first saw him. If that’s even possible. Your stomach growls..

– Ehhe.. Sounds like I am kinda hungry..

– Great me too. How do you feel about Italian?

– As long as it’s food, I’m good.

Before you know it, you’re back home. Rumlow parks the car, and as usual, he comes over to your side, opens the door for you, and helps you out. After he makes sure the car is securely locked. He guides you up to his apartment. Places you on his couch, and hands you a drink. You take the drink, but you don’t drink it. You just look at it.

– Drink it! It’s No funny business! It’ll make you feel better. I’ll change into something a little more comfortable, and then I’ll order food.

You look up at him.

– Are you going to take a shower?

He looks back at you, smiling.

– I wasn’t thinking about it, until just now. You want to join me?

You nod. Then he offers his hand. You take it. His touch is sensual. Not dominant at all. You follow him into the bathroom, and you let him undress you. Carefully, he removes one garment at a time. Taking his time, touching every inch of your body, caressing it. Making all the pain go away. His eyes on yours the whole time. His lips against yours. Soft, slow, warm.

When the warm water hits your bodies, it’s almost like you are one. The whole experience is so intense. That you are unsure where you end and he begins. Even though you don’t have sex. He isn’t even trying. He just caresses your whole body, in a way no man has ever done before. The way he kisses your shoulders. Carefully, tender. How his hand brushes over your hair from time to time. His thumb over your lips. And his eyes looking into yours. THIS is where you want to be. THIS is where you NEED to be right now. It feels right, safe. You feel home, at peace.

When you’re done in the shower, you dry off. And then you go to get some new clothes. You search your bag, but you can’t find anything that says «slow night on the couch with Italian food». Rumlow looks at you. Towel around you. Then he tosses you one of his shirts. You catch it. Look at him.

– Here you go. Put that on! I think you will look amazingly sexy in that particular shirt..

You lift up the shirt. Look at it. The shirt itself is black, like most of his clothes are. Except for a white logo on the front. Something about fighting. Rumlow looks at you.

– Oh. Yeah.. It’s where the agents go to work out. Bad ass place. Wear that outside, and no one will dare to mess with you.

You pull the shirt over your head, and Rumlow makes his way over to you. Wearing his loose grey sweatpants. His bare upper body gets your attention. His abs. The distinct V shape disappearing into his sweatpants. This whole guy is nothing but muscle. How is it possible to look so fucking good?

Rumlow lets his hands rest on your hips. Before he leans down and plants a soft warm kiss on your lips.

– Me on the other hand. I might mess with you a little.

Another kiss, followed by a smile. Then both your stomachs growls at the same time. You look up at him. He isn’t that much taller than you, but he’s tall enough, so that you have to look up, to see into his eyes.

– If it’s fine with you. I’ll take the food before that other part you have in mind. Thanks, Brock.. For everything..

He looks at you again.

– Do you have any idea how sexy you are, when you call me Brock?

When you’re finally done laughing, you look at each other for a while. Before Rumlow gets to his feet, fixes his clothing, and the offers you a hand. You take it, and he helps you up from the floor.

– I think lunchtime is over. I’m sorry for keeping you. But I could maybe take you out for dinner after work?

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You look at him. Is he asking you out on a date? Should you say yes?

– Ehhe… Won’t people see us together then?

He smiles at you, and plants a soft kiss on your lips.

– That is a definite possibility, yes!

You look down at the floor. You don’t know if you want people to see you together. How will your Co-workers react if they find out that you’re having dinner with the boss?

– I’m not sure if I’m ready for that, Brock. I mean…. I’m new, and you…. You are….

– Your boss…. Well, guess I’ll have to fire you then..

He says it in a serious tone, but he is smiling to you, so you know that he is messing with you.

– You heard what Rollins said, YN. This is SHIELD! Everybody knows everything. I’m not embarrassed, and you shouldn’t be either.

You clear your throat.

– Everything?

– Well, not everything, everything. But they know, YN. But they know better than to get up in my business. And if anyone is giving you a hard time for this…

He looks at you. You look back. God, those eyes…

– …..I’ll fire them!

You let out a small laugh.

– Don’t do that. I told you, that I don’t want any special treatment.

He puts his arms around you, pulls you close and starts to kiss your neck. You lean you head back.

– Really? Nothing? Not one single special thing….

You’re already almost incapable of speaking.

– W….Well….. Maybe just…. Just this…

He kisses you. Lets his tongue dance around with yours. Your legs feels like gello under you, so you let his strong arms hold you up. When he breaks the kiss, you are almost out of breath.

– So, Dinner after work then? I know the perfect place.

Oh fuck it. Let him take the lead once again. If he wants to have dinner with you. You’ll go and have dinner.

– It’s a date. Meet at the car?

– Come to my office. I’ll walk you out. And I’ll even give you your new keycard. Now, I think it’s time to go back to work.

He walks over to his door, and opens it for you. When you exit his office, he lets his hand gently brush over yours.

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The rest of the day flies by. When it’s time for you to leave for the day, Thomas comes over to you. Lifting up his keycard.

– Time for operation stealth!

You look down. How the hell are you going to tell him, that you are going to meet Rumlow after office hours. You open your mouth to say something. But then a deep manly voice comes from the office door.

– YN!

You recognise the voice from Rumlows office earlier. What is Rollins doing here, and what does he want with you? You turn around. Thomas looks at Rollins, and then back at you.

– Wow, you just know every agent in this building don’t you?

– Ehhhe.. I don’t know him…

Rollins lifts your new keycard up.

– Rumlow wanted me to give you this! He had to take care of something in Pierce’s office. But he said he’ll be right back.

You walk over to Rollins. Take the new keycard he gives you. And he offers his hand. You take it.

– Jack Rollins!

– YN YLN!

Rollins gives you a sharp nod, glances at Thomas for a second, and then he leaves. You are about to open the door, when Thomas speaks behind you.

– Did you tell them that I helped you?

His voice isn’t the normal nice and friendly tone. Infact he sounds angry, and it makes you nervous.

– I didn’t tell them anything, Thomas. Mr. Rumlow just issued me a new keycard, that’s all.

– He didn’t ask how you got up here without a card?

You swallow. This is getting really uncomfortable. You want to get out from the office floor. You reach for the door handle, but Thomas pushes your hand away.

– NO! You’re not leaving until you tell me what you told them about me!

– I didn’t tell him anything. He just knew. He knew that you helped me.

Thomas looks at you. His eyes reminds you of Davids when he got angry. You swallow again. Again you try and reach for the door handle. But this time Thomas pins your hand to the wall. You try to break free, but Thomas is strong. You can feel tears start to form behind your eyes.

– Do you know how much trouble I can get in for this??!??

You look down on his hand, pinning your arm to the wall. Then you look back up at him. You are so pumped full of adrenaline that you don’t realise it at first. But then you see it. A small red dot, right over his heart. Is someone aiming a gun at him? Then you hear a familiar voice from the other side of the office.

– Do YOU know how much trouble you get in if you assault female colleagues? Let the lady go, or I swear I’ll empty my magazine in you!

Thomas looks down on the red dot over his heart. Then he looks back at you.

– Nice, when you have friends with big guns, huh? You’re fucking him aren’t you? Slut!

Then he lets go of your hand. Rumlow makes his way over to you, with two other agents in tow. Rollins being one of them. Rumlow looks at Thomas.

– Get this fucking loser out of my face… Oh, and yeah. You’re fired! I don’t ever want to fucking see you again!

Rollins and the other agent take Thomas and leaves. You fall to the floor. Rumlow sits down text to you, holds you….

You jump. Fuck, shit. What do you do now? Rumlow gets you up on your feet, and gestures for you to get under his desk. The desk is massive, and easy to hide under. But you feel stupid. Hide under the fucking desk? Why can’t he just say that he had a chat with you? You do work here after all.

Another knock, harder this time.

– Rumlow, are you in there?

A deep, manly voice. Probably one of the other agents. You reluctantly get under the desk. Rumlow sits down in his chair. Not bothering to put his dick back in his pants. He just slides the chair as close to the desk as possible. Oh, so that’s why he wanted you under his desk. He clears his throat.

– Yeah, Rollins. Come on in!

You can hear the door opening and closing. And then footsteps. Yep, definitely another agent. You can hear it on the firm determent footsteps they all have.

– What do you want, Rollins? I’m really busy right now!

You look at his dick. And you wonder how long it will stand up like this. Is he turned on by you sitting under his desk. Him knowing that you study it. Standing proud, a little to the right. Fuck, that Rollins guy. God, how you want to taste him.

– We’re missing the paperwork for last week. Pierce is giving me a hard time and fucking Adwell won’t listen!

– Get Pierce to go to him directly…

You can’t hold the urge to taste him back anymore. You give him a slow lick from base to tip. He clears his throat again.

– …. He will fucking listen then.

Rumlow puts his right hand on his thigh. Points his index finger at you, and moves it back and forth. Telling you to stop. You smile. He wanted you under this fucking desk. What did he think you were going to do?

– It’s not my fucking job to tell Pierce to talk to your subordinates!

Again you let your tongue slide over him, before you close your lips over his tip, swirling your tongue around.

– Aaaa.. Fuck

You hear him say. And you can’t help but smile. Let’s hope Rollins stays for a while, so you can have some more fun. Now you are in total control for a change. As long as you keep it hard as a rock, he won’t get it back in his pants either. The thought makes you smile.

– What the fuck is wrong with you these days Rumlow? Adwell should be fired. He can’t do his job, and you fucking know that.

– Fuck, Rollins. I have a splitting fucking headache. I can’t deal with stupid fucking Adwell today.

You almost let out a laugh. He is so desperate to have Rollins leave his office. Then you once again close your lips around him, but this time, you go as far down as you manage. Rumlow leans back in his chair. Puts his hands on his head.

– Aaaa.. FUCK!

– Wish I had headaches like yours. Sounds like you’re getting one hell of a fucking blow job!

– Get the fuck out of my office, Rollins. Go and do something useful. Go and fire Adwell if you fucking want to.

You can hear Rollins walk towards the door. And him opening it. But then he stops.

– Hey, Rumlow. Beers tonight? The usual place?

Rumlow doesn’t answer. You give him another slow lick from base to tip.

– You can maybe bring that cute new girl that you like so much.. Dixon said you had an elevator ride with her the other day.

You stop! Is he talking about you? He likes you? How many other girls does he take elevator rides with?

– I was taking her down to the garage. She needed a car. She is SHIELD after all.

Ok, so he is talking about you. What? Do you like him? This is getting weird.

– Pfft.. Showing her a car.. Dixon said…

Rumlow shifts in the chair. You close your fist around him, and start to carefully stroke up and down.

– Fucking Dixon couldn’t keep his mouth shut if you fucking duck taped it!

Rollins walks halfway out of the office. Then he turns around.

– Fucking headache my ass!

– I’ll whack my headache up your fucking ass, if you don’t leave my fucking office!

You can almost hear people stopping out in the hall. Then Rollins slams the door shut.

Rumlow pushes his chair away from the desk, and looks down on you. You desperately hold in your laugh.

– So you wanted it that bad, huh?

You can’t hold it in anymore, you laugh until you cry, and both your stomach and your chin hurts.

– You think that this was funny?

He looks at you. Not angry, but definitely dominant. He is going to take back the control you had.

– You think that was funny?

– It was you who put me under there with your dick up in my face.

He once again takes a hold of your hair. Not hard, but hard enough for you to understand that you lost the control you had, when you were under the desk.

– Suck it, then.

– But.. The door?

He looks at you, and smiles. It looks like he is holding in a laugh.

– It could be a little bit hard to suck the door. But, hey. I’m not going to stop you if you want to give it a try.

Then he breaks out in laughter. And you laugh with him. You’ve never seen him laugh before. He is usually his hard self. Very little emotion shows in his face. So this is a welcomed change in him..

You get up on your feet again.

– This isn’t funny, Brock! It’s my second day at work, and I already messed up!

He takes a step towards you. Looks down at you. You can feel the tension in the air. He is planning something.

– I didn’t say it was funny. I offered to look for it. But.. If you don’t want to…

He turns around. You grab his arm to stop him. Surprisingly he stops, and turns towards you again. Smiling at you.

– Oh, so you do want to…

– I… I thought that… You said… That.. At work I was your employee. And at home..

He takes a hold of your neck. It doesn’t hurt, but the grip is firm. His other hand glides up your collar bone and up to your chin. He lifts your face and kisses you.

– Nothing wrong with punishing an employee. Especially when she just lost her Keycard. That goes against company rules, and it’s my job, as your boss, to teach you to follow the rules.

You swallow. He moves his lips down to your neck. A soft moan escapes you.

– Brock.. Did… Did you lock the door?

He looks at you again. Gives you a teasing smile..

– You know. I think I forgot that. Let’s hope no one comes rushing in.

He lets his hand slide up your thigh under your skirt. You’re shivering. The fact that the door isn’t locked turns you on. Then his fingers slide over your underwear, before he pulls it aside and teases your entrance. You lean your head on his shoulder.

– Company rules are there for a reason, you know. At SHIELD we take security very seriously.

– Bro… Brock.. You have to lock the door..

He laughs a little into your ear. His breath on you makes the spot between your legs throb. Of course he feels that. And he lets out another little laugh.

– Feels like it turns you on. Most people knock before they enter…

He slips one finger inside you.

– Fuck.. Mo….Most people?

He looks into your eyes. As he gently moves his finger around inside you.

– Yeah.. It’s just when something serious is happening, or when Alexander decides to pay me a visit… They storm in. So we’re probably safe…

– Probably?

He leans down again, and whisper in your ear..

– Shut up!

Another finger inside. You grab his hips to steady yourself. Your legs are shaking.

– You know, YN. I can’t find your keycard. Maybe I should have a closer look…

He guides you over to his desk. Stops in front of it. Kisses you, as he pushes you against the desk.

– Remember what I told you about this desk?

You nod. Another kiss. His hand takes a hold of your hair.

– What, did I tell you? What would happen, if you didn’t follow the rules?

– You… You said that….

His hold of your hair tightens. Another moan escapes you.

– I said what?

– Please, Brock. Cut the crap. Just do it already.

He tilts his head, looks at you. Another teasing smile.

– Down on your knees.

You don’t move. He keeps his eyes on yours. Before he pushes you down on your knees, maintaining eye contact. You look up at him. He just stands there. Looking down at you. What does he want you to do.

– Yes? Open it. It’s not gonna jump out on it’s own.

He says while gently pushing your head against his bulge to show you what he means. You slowly let your hands slide up his legs. You stop for a second when your hands slide over his guns.

– Keep going. You’re not going to suck my guns are you?

You shake your head a little. Then you continue to let your hands slide upwards. You let them glide over his erection outside his pants before you start to unbuckle him.

– Good girl. Now, look at me as I’m fucking your throat.

Your eyes move towards the door. He takes a hold of your chin, and move your face back towards him.

– I said look at me. I want to look into your beautiful eyes.

He lets his thumb slide over your lips. Parting them. Fuck. What if someone comes in. What the hell do you do then? He guides your face towards his cock. He still has a hold of your hair. You open your mouth.

– No! Not yet! Stay still! Keep those eyes on me!

He rubs the tip of his cock on your lips. As he looks you in the eyes.

– Fucking beautiful! Lick it!

You must look like a question mark. He tightens his grip on your hair.

– Stick out your fucking tongue.. Lick it!

What the fuck is he doing? How long is he going to keep this up? Is he teasing you because of the door? What if someone enters while you sit here on the floor sucking your boss’ dick?

– I. Said. Lick. It!

You do as you´re told. Let your tongue glide over his cock. He groans.

– Fuck! Fucking perfect. You beautiful girl. Keep going. Yes!

All you want to do is grab it, and suck it. But you know that he would probably just yank you away. So you keep doing what he told you to do. And you keep your eyes on him. It looks like he wants the same as you. But he doesn’t move a muscle. He has a willpower unlike anything you have ever seen before.

– Now. Open your mouth. I want to feel your lips around me.

You look up at him relieved. Finally. You open your mouth, ready for him to fill your mouth….

Then there’s a knock on the door….

Thomas gets you both up to your floor and into the office floor without anyone noticing that you don’t have your card. You sit down at your computer, and start to work. You try to concentrate, but it’s almost impossible. You are sure, so sure that you did put the keycard in your purse this morning. But you had your purse with you the entire time, could it be in the car?

When it’s lunchtime, you go and knock on Rumlows door.

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– Come in!

He says from inside. You open the door, and take a deep breath. How is he going to react to you losing your card? What are you going to say? You step inside, and close the door behind you.

– YN! What can I do for you?

Argh.. Perfect, he is in boss mode.

– Why are you still standing over there? Sit down! Something wrong?

You walk over to the chair in front of his desk. You sit down, look at him. How do you address him at work? Brock? Rumlow? Mr. Rumlow? You have no idea.

– Ehhe.. Mr. Rumlow.. I… I…

He smiles. Tilts his head a little.

– Mr. Rumlow? What am I? Your fucking dad?

You look down. Suddenly very aware that you are actually fucking your boss.

– Brock is fine YN! I kinda like that you use my name. Everyone else in this place is so fucking proper!

– Well.. Brock! I… I can’t find my keycard. I’m sure that I put it my purse this morning. But it’s not there. And I….

He looks at you. He doesn’t look angry, but you can never tell with him.

– How did you get up here, without it?

Oh fuck. You really don’t want Thomas to get trouble. He is nice to you, and he did help you this morning. You don’t have to say anything.

– Thomas helped you, didn’t he? I know he’s new. But the rules says that you do not use any other keycards than your own. It’s for security reasons. Why didn’t you come to me?

– I don’t know. He offered to help. Maybe I was scared to tell you..

He gets up. Comes over to you. Puts his hands on your shoulders. Massaging them.

– It’s probably in the car. If you’re sure you brought it with you this morning.

– I’m pretty sure I did. But after last night…

He gets the car keys out of his pocket. Throws them up in the air and then catches them again.

– Well, let’s take a look, shall we?

You walk with him down to the garage. It’s weird to be around him at work. Everyone is looking at you. You can almost feel their eyes burning into your back, when you pass them. Especially the women. Is everybody intoxicated by him?

You both search through the car. Under the seats, the glove compartment, everything. But it’s not there. Your frustration is showing.

– Hey, YN. I’ll get you a new one. And you won’t have to go to Thomas for help. You know what I think about him.

– He is nice, Brock.

– Nice? He just want to get into your pants!

His voice almost angry. Is he jealous?

– Are you jealous, Brock?

He looks at you. His eyes penetrates you. How is it possible to capture you like this, using only his eyes?

– Jealous? Why the fuck would I be jealous? You’re mine!

– It just sounded like you were.

You say it with a little smirk. You can’t help but to play games with him. He isn’t the only one who is testing the limits here. His eyes again, it’s like they swallow your soul. He takes a couple of steps towards you. Once again you look down on his gear. And he smiles as usual.

– I think I’m gonna need a little talk with you in my office!

He let’s his fingers gently brush over yours, before he turns around, and marches back to the elevator. You follow. A little behind him. You studie his back, his behind, the vains in his arms, the gear he is wearing. God, you could take him right here. Fuck, what is wrong with you? You’re at work, and on top of that he’s your boss.

You get back up on your floor. When you reach his door. He turns towards you. Oh, great. Boss Brock!

– YN? Can I have a few words?

You swallow. Ok. Not Brock. Do not call him Brock!

– Sure. Mr.Rumlow!

He gives you a little smile, that only you notice, before he opens the door to his office, and lets you inside. He follows closely behind, and closes the door behind you.

– Sit down!

He commands! You walk over to the same chair you sat in before you went downstairs.

– Not on the fucking chair!

You turn around. Look at him. Is he mad at you? He points at the floor in front of him.

– There! On your knees!

You slowly make your way over to him. You stand in front of him for a split second, before you slowly get down on your knees. He takes a soft hold of your chin, and tilts your head, so you look into his eyes.

– So, you lost your keycard?

– I…I didn’t lose it, Brock. It’s probably home… At your place.

He looks at you, lets his tongue glide over his lips.

– Remember what we did in the car?

You nod, then you swallow. Where is he going with this? You don’t even know if he’s mad at you or not. Is he your boss right now, or something else?

– Maybe it’s inside you! Want me to look for it?

He slowly removes your underwear. Then he lets his face linger between your legs. Not touching you at all. Just breathing into your wet flesh. You desperately buck your hips up against him. He pushes you down.

– If you want me to please you, you do as I fucking say!

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He continues to breath into your pussy or blow, you’re not really sure anymore. Fuck.

– What do you want me to to?

– God, Brock… Please!

He plants a kiss on your lower stomach.

– Tell me what you want me to do!

– Please!

He makes his way up to your face. Leans down and softly bite your ear.

– Want me to taste you? To feel my tongue on your beautiful wet flesh? My fingers inside? Want me to fuck you?

– Yes!

His lips finds yours. His hand brushes over your hair.

– Yes to what? Tell me. I want to hear you say it!

– Taste me, Brock! Please!

You don’t have to ask twice. He moves down on you. Pushes your legs apart. Gives you a slow teasing lick, before he slips two fingers inside you and closes his lips over your clit, sucking on it.

– Ahhh.. Fuck! Brock!

No response, he works you hard. His other arm holds you in place. Your fingernails scraping the floor.

– P…Please. Brock! C…Can I….

He stops. His fingers still inside you. But no movement. He looks up at you.

– What?

You try to move your hips. But he holds you in place.

– Please, make me come!

– And how did we ask again?

– God, stop. Please. Just make me come!

He removes his fingers, and moves his hand up to your face.

– Ask properly.

He puts his fingers in your mouth.

– There you go, suck it off. Taste, savour. Savour what I Taste, every time my tongue is inside you.

You move your hand down to touch yourself. But he roughly removes it.

– No! That’s my job! I decide! Remember!

– Please, Brock! Please make me come!

He moves down on you again. Lets his tongue tease your entrance, before he easily slips his fingers back inside. He starts to work right away. Finds that spot, and mercilessly pumps you, and at the same time he lets his tongue circle around your clit.

– Goooohhd! Please, Brock! Please let me come!

– Not yet! Soon!

Your whole body tenses. You’re wildly bucking your hips. He uses his free arm to hold you in place.

– Please, Brock! Can I please come!

– Yes! Do it! Come on! Come for me!

You desperately try to grab a hold of something, but there is nothing to grab a hold of in the back of the car. You are so inside your own head that you don’t even realise that Rumlow is on top of you before he enters you, and buries himself inside your core again and again. He has already pinned your arms above your head. It’s like your orgasm is never going to end.

– That’s it! Keep coming! Feels good doesn’t it? Look at me. Let me see how much I’m pleasuring you!

You don’t understand how you manage to do it. But you look into his eyes. The rest of the world dissapeares. You don’t know where you are anymore.

– Fuck! You’re so tight. And I can feel your walls gripping around me when you’re coming.

You don’t know what is happening around you anymore. You’ve never had an orgasm like this before. It just goes on and on.

– I’m coming. I’m fucking gonna fill you up!

A couple of rough deep thrusts, and he stops. You can’t even move. It almost hurts. He stays on top of you. Caressing your hair. Plants a couple og soft kisses on your lips.

– You are fucking perfect!

You can’t talk. Your whole body is numb. He gets up, and zips himself up. Checks on his gear, that it’s all in place. Then he offers a hand, and gets you up on your feet. Your legs are still shaking, so he holds you close for a while.

You exit the SUV, and you check your clothes. You take some time to make sure everything looks good. Then you get back into the front seat. This time, Rumlow drives. You look at yourself in the mirror. Shit. You look like hell. Your hair is a big mess, and your make up is all over your face. You get your emergency make up kit up from your purse. And fix your face, before you get to the SHIELD building.

You and Rumlow part ways, no use to let everyone know about you two yet. You enter the elevator, and reach inside your purse to get your keycard. But you can’t find it. You search every single place, but it’s not there. The elevator won’t move without it. Fuck. This is just perfect, second day at work, and you’re already making a fool out of yourself. You curse at yourself. You could swear you put the keycard in your purse before you left this morning. You can’t reach your floor without that. Not even by the stairs, you’ll still need that card.

You exit the elevator, and collide with Thomas.

– Hi, YN! What’s the problem? Something wrong with the elevator?

You look down. Shit, fuck.

– Ehhe.. I can’t find my keycard… I probably left it at home. And, well. I can’t get the elevator to move without it.

– No problem I’ve got mine. I won’t tell. Stay with me today, and no one will know. And you can find your card when you get home.

You enter the elevator with him. You could try to talk to Brock later, and tell him. He would understand. He knew what happened in your appartment last night. He would probably just give you a new one.

– Thank you, Thomas. You’re a lifesaver.

– Don’t mention it! We have to stick together, right?