Now Showing (Steve, Bucky, Thor)
Popcorn kernels tink against the glass cage as they burst from their metal container. Their buttery scent permeates the large theater lobby, making your mouth water as you wait patiently for the family of six to finish their order. The mom barking at her kids to stop touching everything as she shoves the purchased boxes of candy into her purse and grabs the two barrel-sized drinks.
“Come on, let’s go watch some singing animals, or whatever,” she says and the kids cheer as they run off down the hall.
You laugh and she rolls her eyes comically with a smile as she chases after the exuberant horde. Thankfully, you won’t be sharing a theater with all of that. You take a step forward, only one more person in front of you. You gasp as you feel a light graze across your ass and you turn to give them a sharp look.
A man with short brown hair in a tight pink polo has his back to you as he chats with his friend, entirely unaware of your outrage. Must have just been an accident. You put a little extra space between you and forget it.
With a grunt you open the heavy door and enter the dimly lit theater. You round the corner and look up at the gridded seats, to your delight, they’re completely empty. You sit near the front of the elevated rows, you always like to put your feet up on the hand railing, it limits the risk of someone sitting in front of you.
You settle in with your popcorn and enjoy one whole trailer before someone else rounds the corner. You spare the two guys a quick glance before the next trailer snags your attention. Oh well, at least there is plenty of space for them to sit far away from you.
They mutter quietly to themselves and find their seats directly behind, only two rows back. You grit your teeth and groan internally as you consider moving, giving yourself a bit more distance, but you don’t want to seem rude. You will be trapped in here with them all movie, so it’s not worth the trouble.
With a click of a button you silence your phone and drop it in your purse, setting it on the seat beside you. The sparse light darkens and that little rush of excitement makes you sink into your seat a little further. The theater has always been your escape, a quiet haven where you get lost in a world different than your own.
You get sucked in, oblivious to everything around you until a shadow passes by your peripherals. You track the man skipping quickly down the steps to your right before he disappears around the corner. Though it’s only a brief distraction it’s enough to blind you to his friend jumping the empty row behind you. Suddenly, an arm swings out from the darkness, pinning your head to the chair.
“Hey, princess,” he coos in your ear, muffling your startled scream with his cool palm. “I have to admit, I’m a little insulted that you didn’t recognize me. A little haircut and a pink polo, and suddenly I’m invisible, huh?”
The voice causes your blood to freeze in fear as the other man reappears only seconds later. How did you not see it before? That triangular torso, is a dead give away even before he removes the baseball cap and smirks as he sees you.
“Doors are locked and the calls been made,” Steve asserts as he stops just on the other side of the railing. “Princess,” he greets you, his expression difficult to read with the bright screen at his back.
You huff through your nose and shake your head, tears heating your eyes as you scratch at Bucky’s unyielding metal hand around your jaw. Bucky chuckles into your ear, his soda-sweet breath hot on your skin. You kick out, trying to slip out of his grasp by sliding down your chair.
“Shit,” Bucky curses as you escape and scramble across the sticky floor.
You panic as they cut off the only two exits, one on either side of you, and close in fast.
“Hey, you’re only going to get yourself hurt,” Steve placates as he stalks down the aisle.
“Fuck you, Steve,” you bark and jump the metal railing, only to get caught embarrassingly quick by Bucky’s hand twisted in your hair.
Your feet slip and you crash against the pole with a pitchy grunt. Steve catches your wrists as you try to bat him away and they guide you to the closest seat. The chair creaks as they slam you down, Bucky pinning you with a cocky smirk while Steve kneels to tie your arms to the padded armrests.
A loud buzz has Steve checking his pocket before announcing, “ETA seven minutes.”
You struggle, the sharp plastic biting your wrists, “please, don’t do this. He told me I could leave if I wanted to. He said it was my choice!”
“Oh come on Princess, you really can’t be that naïve,” Bucky chuckles. “It was a test, and you failed. I’m surprised he gave you so long to change your mind. Must be love, huh Steve?”
Steve nods, “sure seems like it.”
“It’s not love. He’s crazy. And so are both of you,” you snarl, choking back tears.
Bucky tuts as he reaches over to grab your drink, popping the lid and setting it next to you, “that attitude could get you hurt, Princess. Don’t want to be talking like that when he gets here.”
You cringe as he reaches in and pulls out a handful of ice from the cup and nods at Steve, who reaches for your lap. Steve hooks his fingers in the hem of your leggings and pulls them harshly, your ass slipping down the chair as he tugs your underwear with them. Your arms ache at the awkward angle, and your pants twist awkwardly around your ankles.
“Knees,” Bucky orders. Steve grips your knees and keeps them spread wide, exposing you to their dark gaze.
“Still as perfect as ever,” Steve praises, staring at your cunt through the flashing blue lights of the forgotten movie.
Bucky plucks a single cube with his flesh hand and trails it across your cleavage. You whimper and flinch away from the cold, the air conditioned room and your sudden nudity exacerbating your discomfort.
“I think six minutes of this should cool you down,” Bucky snickers as he brings it down between your legs.
You hiss as the ice glides along your slit, your heat melting it quickly so that it trickles down and stains the chair. He hums as he shoves it in, your cunt sucking it in easily as his thick hot finger pushes it deeper. You cry out at the discomfort, your walls clamping around it to try to push it out. But before you can feel that relief Bucky plunges another into you, his hot finger providing a tiny bit of relief from the cold, but not for long.
He manages to get five ice cubes into you, the cold turning into a sharp pain, and then numbing before the pain returns even more than before. The sensation is intense, your hips wiggling as you try to expel them.
“Stop, please! It hurts,” you whine through your teeth, your nails digging into the armrests.
“He’ll be here soon, Princess. And I want you to think long and hard about what you want to say to him. If you’re nice, he might go easy on you,” Steve intones as Bucky loudly sucks the moisture from his cold wet fingers.
“Yeah, which means there might be something left over for us when he’s finished,” Bucky hums in delight.
You groan as your hot cunt burns with ice, the melting water dripping from your core and puddling on the velvet cushion. The shrinking cubes shift within you making you clench in surprise. A gush of water escapes and you moan at the feeling. You aren’t sure if the slickness is entirely from the ice anymore, almost as if the water tricks you into arousal. Your body responds quickly even as you pray for it to end.
“You weren’t always so resistant,” Bucky coos as he admires your twisted expressions. He runs his metal fingers down your cheek, across your lip and slides a knuckle between your teeth for you to bite on. “Just tell him what he wants to hear and we can all be together again,” Bucky urges softly.
“He’s here,” Steve announces, as he turns and heads for the emergency exit.
He pushes open the door and the bright sunlight from the unknowing world beyond reveals a familiar silhouette. His massive frame as wide as the door itself as he steps into the theater and spots you in the sea of red seats. A wide grin grows as he takes in your messy display and strolls toward you.
“Now the real show begins,” Bucky chuckles as he backs away from you, he and Steve silently returning to their seats a few rows back.
Heavy footsteps stop before you as you tremble in the shadow of his hulking frame, so large you can barely see the screen behind him. His face is darkened by the shadows and flickering screen but you can feel his eyes on you. His head tilts as he watches your hips squirm slightly, the last of the ice cubes vacating your hole with one last horrifying squelch.
Your eye lids flutter but you manage to bite back the moan. The relief of the cubes making you sag though the uncomfortable coolness remains.
“Miss me?” He growls, making you shudder in fear.
You swallow thickly and press yourself into the seat, cowering at the trace of malice in his deep voice. You don’t know what to say, you thought you had escaped him. But you should have known he’d never really let you go. A man like this doesn’t just let his property walk off after everything.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he chuckles darkly.
His long blond strands tickle your neck as he leans down to capture your lips. He nips at your jaw and whispers in your ear, “vacations over, Princess. Time to come home.”
You whimper as a tear rolls down your cheek, all hope fading as the movie reaches its climax, the sweeping orchestral music capturing Thors attention. His brow quirks as he peeks at the screen over his shoulder.
“I suppose it would be rude of me not to let you finish your movie,” he smirks, turning back he rips the zip ties off the armrests in one effortless motion and hauls you to your feet.
The leggings around your ankles cause you to stumble as he forces you across the small carpeted pathway and shoves you over the back of the a chair. The clink of a belt buckle and zipper sound as you hang over the arched back of the seat. Your hands find the armrests and you keep your head up as he grips your hips and prods at your entrance.
“Watch the screen baby, this is the good part,” he orders as he shoves himself in, moaning at the feel of your cool tight channel.
“Fuck,” you mutter, the heat and stretch of his cock is delicious after the cold torment of the ice. It feels larger, somehow, though it could just be that it’s been a month without him around to keep you properly used.
“Yes, Princess. God. Your so fucking perfect. You’re never leaving me again. Do you hear me?” He grunts angrily, picking up speed.
His cocks hammers into you as you hang on for dear life, hips bruising as they beat into the hard plastic back of the chair.
“Say it, Princess.” He demands, smacking your ass. “I want to hear you say you’re mine.”
You squeak at the sting of his palm on your ass and stutter, “I-I’m yours.”
“Good, the boys and I have missed you. They’ve been begging me to let them drag you back home. But I know you just needed some time to… adjust,” he intones as he leisurely slides in and out of your swollen cunt. “Now there will be no more doubts, right?”
He thrusts hard and you shake your head with a sob, “no sir.”
“Good, girl. You know your place,” he chuckles as you near your peak.
You come with a pathetic mewl, clamping around his girth making him moan in delight and spill inside of you. He lets you sag to the floor, curling in on yourself as you give up, stewing in your own mess and humiliation.
“Boys, why don’t you help get our Princess to the car? We have a lot of time to make up for,” Thor purrs as he fixes his clothes and watches his two lapdogs carry you out the theater.