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bbybucky-fics · 3 years ago

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OMG FINALLY!!!! this part was so fucking good like i’m speechless, this was amazing

not always rainbows and butterflies

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1.5k

summary: You and Bucky have always been the most important person in each other’s lives. That doesn’t change when Steve brings you back and you find out he’s moved on.

drabble summary: Bucky does something he's been needing to do for a minute.

warnings: INCEST, swearing, mentioned violence, angst with a happy ending, fluff, smut, past abusive relationship, alcohol, murder

a/n: lmao @ me messaging @sagechanoafterdark like "EVERYONE'S GONNA DIE OVER THIS BUT IT'S GONNA BE FUN"

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James Buchanan Barnes may not be the sharpest knife in the drawer or the… shiniest spoon or whatever they say, and he knew that sometimes he felt a few bricks short of a cart.

But he knew when he had royally fucked up.

He had realized it the second he’d seen the look on your face, heard the way you mixed up your words. You’d said not to let you start him instead of stop him.

You did that when you got flustered, upset. He’d always thought it was cute.

You’d never done it when you’d been talking to him. He’d never upset you like that before.

And god, he’d never do it again if he could help it.

How could he do that? How could he fuck up so badly?

He’d sworn the minute he first held you in his arms that he’d always protect you, love you more than anything else.

And he did.

But he was stupid, and he’d just gotten so frustrated and overwhelmed.

Bucky had stared after you, calling your name desperately, but you hadn’t turned around. You’d just kept walking.

He could only hope that you wouldn’t leave the Tower. FRIDAY would tell him if you did, but he was still worried.

There was only one thing he could do to get the ball rolling for his redemption. The first step of getting back in your good graces.

Ending things with Natasha.

Running his fingers through his hair, he muttered a prayer to whatever omnipotent being there may be watching down on him.

Not that any god or goddess would wanna grant him any favors, with everything he’s done.

“Well, if I’m going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride,” he said with a snort as he headed down the hall for his soon to be ex-girlfriend.

But she found him first.

Natasha Romanoff’s unpainted yet sharp fingers caught in his hair as she pushed him into a storage closet. Her moan was loud, whiny, as she kissed him.

“Na—”

“Shut up,” she said, before kissing him again, leaving him unable to speak. Her hands were yanking at his jeans, unbuttoning them desperately. “Haven’t had you in so long.”

He tried to get a hold of her hands to stop her, tried to turn his face away. “Nat! Would you—”

And then, of course, the fucking door of the storage room had to open.

“Jamie?”

Bucky’s heart sank as he heard your weak little whimper. “Bear Cub,” he said as he finally managed to get Natasha off of him. “B-Bear Cub, I swear, it’s not what you think.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your pretty eyes as you took stumbling steps backwards. “No… No…”

“What the fuck do you mean, it’s ‘not what you think?!’” Natasha snarled as she glared at Bucky, her hands going to her hips. “I’m your girlfriend. We fuck. Just because she’s suddenly around, we have to stop fucking?! Are you kidding me, Buck?!”

If Natasha hadn’t been his friend for so long, and if he didn’t ever believe in putting his hands on someone who didn’t deserve it (read, bad guys)...

He squeezed his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose as he heard you run again. He didn’t blame you. And he didn’t want you around to hear what was about to go down.

His soon-to-be ex-girlfriend was still ranting, but all he heard was a bunch of buzzing.

“Romanoff?” He hissed, but she didn’t stop. She just wouldn’t shut the fuck up. “ROMANOFF.”

That got her.

Her jaw was clenched as she looked at him. “Excuse me? You do not yell at me.”

“No,” he said as he took a step towards her, looming over her. “I do get to yell at you. I do. Because you’re acting like a god damn child, Romanoff. My sister is a twenty-something that’s been thrown into a world she doesn’t understand and has to learn how to belong in because—oh, yeah, I remember—because her future husband fucking murdered her and left her in a house to burn.” Bucky was seething. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he was this furious, except for when he’d learned about your original fate. “How does that make you feel, huh? To realize how much of a fucking cunt you’ve become? Out of what? Jealousy?”

Natasha’s pretty face had gone pale, the subtle crow’s feet around her eyes more prominent. “I…”

“And you know what?” He said, his voice dropping to just a whisper. “Maybe you’re right to be jealous.” Maybe it was a little sick, but he wanted to see the look in her eyes when she realized what he was talking about. He wanted to see her realize that you will always be his first choice forever and always, his Bear Cub. “Because I’ve just been thinking of how I’m going to leave you since the second she got here. And yeah, that’s really fucked up. But I’m okay with that. You wanna know why?”

She swallowed around the lump in her throat, her heart pounding so loud she could hear it in her ears. “W-Why?” The amount of shame she felt was just… horrendous. How could she have been so awful?

Bucky slowly leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. “Because you fucked my best friend for five years and didn’t tell me. And then got right back together with me.” He sighed slowly, leaning back to look down at her like the god of judgement. “It might’ve taken Steve a while, but at least he told me. And you know what? You don’t deserve him or how he looks at you.”

What a sick sort of pleasure he got from that…

It felt like it was a long time coming.

Long time coming as in it had been less than twelve hours since Steve had pulled him aside, almost in tears.

Natasha didn’t deserve Steve, but he understood that his best friend was in love with her.

But now he had to find his Bear Cub.

“Fri? Little help?” He asked, not wanting to spend an extraordinary amount of time searching for you when you had absolutely no fucking idea where anything was.

“Miss Barnes is with Miss Maximoff in her room.”

At least you hadn’t found a way to escape the Tower. He could only imagine the amount of panic attacks you would have being out in modern day New York City for the first time alone.

The sound of a Disney movie playing low reached his ears as he headed up one more floor. He was ninety percent sure it was that Rapunzel one or something.

He knocked softly, waiting until he heard a quiet ‘come in’ before pushing the door open. A soft smile spread on his face when he saw you curled up on Wanda’s bed, the two of you sipping hot cocoa and wrapped up in blankets. “Hey… Hey, Wanda, can I have a moment alone with this one real quick? I promise it’ll be just a moment,” he said, his eyes not leaving your head even though you were refusing to look at him.

“Mmmhmm,” she said with a slow smile before she slipped out of the room silently.

“Hey, Bear Cub,” he said, his voice low and rumbling as he slowly walked closer. “So… I know you’re mad at me, and you have every right to be, okay? It’s okay that you’re mad at me…” When you didn’t speak, he kneeled by the bed, tentatively reaching up to play with your fingers. “But… I’m really hoping… My little Bear Cub will let me explain… and apologize profusely… and let me make it up to you with lots and lots of cuddles.”

Your eyes slowly slid over to look at him, though you didn’t move. “I’m listening,” you said, eyes flickering down to where your fingers were toying together.

He let out a sigh of relief, bringing your hand up to your lips to kiss your knuckles. “One… I didn’t mean what I said about ‘things change…’ I was just overwhelmed and I’m so stupid… And… When you saw me in the closet with Natasha, I had been going to break up with her, but she shoved me in there and wouldn’t let me up for air.”

The look of relief on your face would’ve been a little funny if he wasn’t so desperate to make things better.

“So now I am officially broken up with Natasha, which I should’ve done the second you got back,” he murmured, his eyes flickering down to your lips. “Because you’re my entire world.”

“Yeah?” You asked, your voice cracking as tears welled up in your eyes. “You mean it?” When he nodded, you threw yourself into his arms. “I’m sorry for being such a baby, Jamie…”

“You might be a baby, but you’re my baby,” he teased as he kissed your forehead, moving to sit on the bed with you in his lap. “Now, how about we have a little movie day with your new best friend, Wanda?”

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bbybucky-fics · 3 years ago

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desperation (sub!bucky x reader)

summary: you come home to a very needy bucky who’s broken your number one rule

pairing: sub!bucky barnes x reader

word count: 1,392

warnings: smut, swear words, bucky calls the reader ‘mommy’, reader calls bucky ‘pet’ ‘puppy’ ‘good little boy’ etc, reader has a lil crying kink, degradation kink

a/n: this was meant to be a lil drabble but i got carried away!

Desperation.

You can smell it in the air, lingering in your nostrils as you step through the threshold to your shared apartment. You can’t help the smirk that settles its way onto your lips as your mind wanders to the bitch in the heat in your bedroom. He’s like an animal, your little pet, so desperate and needy and ready to do whatever you want. Whatever.

The moment you close the door behind you, Bucky is on you. He’s trudging out of your bedroom completely naked, his cock red and leaking precum as his metal hand fists over it eliciting whimpers that make you wet instantly. “Well isn’t this a nice sight to come home to,” you remark sarcastically, unimpressed but aroused at the sight before you. The two of you have many rules and the number one rule was simple, one Bucky had yet to break until now: Don’t touch yourself unless mommy tells you to.

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bbybucky-fics · 3 years ago

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this was so flipping cute!!

such a good boy

summary: it’s bucky’s first time without you when he’s little. steve looks after him for the day.

w/c: 1.4k

pairing: little!bucky x mommy!reader

warnings: mdlb dynamics, little!bucky (he’s a warning bc he melts my cold, dead heart), bucky being clingy af, crying, meltdowns, separation anxiety

“Mama, don’t go.” Bucky sobs into your chest as you attempt to pry him off of you before his tears soak through your shirt.

“Baby, I know it’s hard. I have to work today.” Your heart splinters as you take in his wrecked state; his eyes are red and puffy and tears pour down his cheeks as he sobs, clinging to you like his life depends on it.

“M-mama, no. Stay.” A thin whine escapes his lips and you lift his face, wiping the tears from his flushed cheeks. He’s struggling today - he’s feeling extremely little and vulnerable and in this state, he can’t understand why you can’t just stay here with him.

“Baby, you’re going to have a great day. Uncle Stevie’s coming over to play with you and you’re gonna have so much fun with him.” You try to reason with him, hoping to alleviate some of the pain he’s feeling regarding your absence.

“No Steebie. Wan’ you.” His bottom lip juts out and quivers as he desperately tries to hold his tears in, his chest heaving erratically.

“Shh. Breathe, honey.” you coo softly, running your fingers through his hair as his arms tighten around you. After a couple of minutes, his breathing evens out and his sobs quiet down to soft whimpers. “Good boy, you’re alright.”

A quiet knock on the door breaks Bucky out of his trance and he whines; it’s a needy, high pitched sound that makes your heart clench.

“It’s open.”

The door swings open and Steve walks in, sitting next to you on the floor. Bucky’s legs wrap around your waist and he buries his face into your chest, refusing to look in Steve’s direction.

“Baby, it’s Stevie. Say hi.”

“No.” His voice is muffled through your shirt and you sigh softly, trying to pry yourself away from him. “Mama, no!” A strangled shriek erupts from his lips and his sobbing resumes, even harder than before. Tears prick at your eyes but you push them back; Bucky seeing you cry will only send him deeper into hysterics.

“Bubba, I’ll be back before you know it. It’s only for a few hours and you’re gonna have a great day with Steve.”

“Yeah, Buck. What do you want to do today?” Steve asks, reaching a hand out to rub Bucky’s shoulder comfortingly.

“Nuffin.” he grumbles defiantly, turning his back on Steve.

“Baby, I have to go.” You place a kiss to his forehead before sliding out from underneath him and letting Steve take your place. He whimpers, trying to climb off of Steve’s lap and run back into your arms but you stop him with a raise of the eyebrows.

“Bucky.”

“But, Mama-,”

“Baby, I’ll be back in a few hours. Stay here and have a good day with Steve. I’ll see you later, alright?”

“M’kay.” His voice breaks and he doesn’t halt his attempts to run back to you, but Steve holds him tightly. They may have the same amount of strength when Bucky’s in his big headspace, but he just can’t compare when he’s little like this.

“Be good, I love you.” You blow him a kiss as you retrieve your bag from the stairs, sending a grateful look to Steve. “Thanks for this.”

“It’s no problem, Y/N.”

“L-love you too, Mama.” His voice wavers dangerously as he whimpers in defeat and falls limp against Steve. Smiling softly, you step out of the door and close it gently behind you. Bucky’s cries from inside the house feel like shards of glass against your heart, but you force yourself to get into your car and drive away, no matter how much you want to run back into the house and hold him in your arms.

You arrive at the compound a few minutes later, stepping out of the car and rushing into the building hastily. The only people working today are Tony, Nat and Bruce, but they need you to help with a few things in the lab.

Nat spots your tear soaked shirt as you step through the door of the lab, chuckling to herself.

“He didn’t take it well?”

“Don’t even get me started.” you mutter quietly, your heart still aching as you think about Bucky’s meltdown.

“Bless him. He’ll adjust soon enough.”

“Yeah, he just needs a distraction.” You take a seat on the stool next to her, shrugging your jacket off and plopping your bag under the table.

“Right, so what are we doing?”

“Buck, you need to eat.” Steve pleads with him, lifting the fork to his mouth once again.

“Don’ wanna!”

“Bucky, don’t you wanna tell Mama about how good you’ve been when she gets home? She’ll be so proud if you behave for me.” His shoulders sink in defeat and his brows knit together in a frown.

“M’kay.” he grumbles, his voice low and quiet.

“Good.” Steve lifts the fork to his mouth and he reluctantly takes it, humming in pleasant surprise as the flavour of mac and cheese explodes in his mouth.

“Mmm.”

“‘S good, right?” Steve chuckles, wiping some stray sauce from the corner of Bucky’s mouth. Surprisingly, Bucky ends up eating the whole bowl, suddenly in a much better mood than he was at the start of the day.

“What d’ya wanna do now, hmm?”

“Play!” He perks up even further as he leads Steve to the playroom, showing him all of his toys that you’ve bought for him. Steve pulls Bucky into his lap and he settles instantly, resting his head against Steve’s broad chest. He shows Steve all of his favourite toys, including the dinosaurs that he absolutely adores, before growing tired, his eyes heavy as he sinks into Steve further.

“Tired?”

“Mhm.”

“Let’s get you to bed for a nap then, little one.” he coos, lifting him into his arms and carrying him to the bedroom. Steve envelops Bucky in the covers, drawing the curtains closed and Bucky falls into a deep slumber almost instantly, his mouth agape as soft snores escape his lips.

By the time he wakes, it’s only a few minutes before you’re due home. He pads down the stairs in search of Steve, who’s watching tv in the living room.

“Mama back soon?” he asks timidly, fiddling with his fingers as he stands in the doorway.

“Yeah, only a few minutes, bud.”

“‘kay.” He climbs onto the couch next to Steve, huddling his knees into his chest as he worries his bottom lip between his teeth.

After a few minutes of silence, the lock of the door clicks and Bucky throws himself from the couch, bounding into your arms as you step through the door.

“Hey, baby.” you coo, stumbling back slightly as he runs into your chest, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

“Mama…” he breathes, inhaling your scent deeply as though you haven’t seen each other in years.

“Were you good for Stevie today?” He nods fervently as you place your bag down and walk to the living room with him in tow. As soon as you sit down, he latches onto you, climbing straight into your lap and resting his head against your chest.

“He was really good, Y/N. We had a nice day, didn’t we Buck?”

“Yeah. Fanks, Steeb.” he mumbles, his voice muffled through the material of your shirt.

“You’re welcome, bud. We’ll definitely have to hang out more, right?”

“Mhm.” Bucky murmurs enthusiastically, twiddling a piece of your hair between his fingers.

“Thank you for staying with him today, Steve. I really appreciate it.”

“Anytime, Y/N. I enjoyed spending some time with him and I think he liked it too.” he chuckles, ruffling Bucky’s hair before standing up to retrieve his things. He grabs his bag, walking towards you to give Bucky a hug and you a kiss on the cheek before making for the door.

“Bye, Steeb!” Bucky shouts as he steps out of the door, eliciting a hearty laugh from him.

“Bye, Buck.”

Once he’s gone, Bucky sinks into your embrace, clinging to you like a lost puppy as you pepper kisses all over his face.

“I’m proud of you, baby. You’re a good boy, staying with Stevie and being so brave.”

“Fanks, Mama.” he beams from the praise, a layer of pink dusting his cheeks as a bashful expression graces his features.

“Oh, I love you.” you coo, scratching his back lightly just the way that he likes. He practically purrs, smashing his face into your chest as his eyelids flutter in bliss. “That nice, bub?”

“So good, Mama.” His voice is high and needy, his jaw slack and eyes heavy despite being well rested. “Missed you.” he mumbles, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses to your shoulder as you lull him further into a blissed out state.

“I missed you too, my sweet boy.”

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bbybucky-fics · 3 years ago

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CHRISEVANSEDITS 10K CELEBRATION

8.COLIN SHEA (What’s Your Number, 2011) // 5.95%

I might not be your first, but I can be your last.

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bbybucky-fics · 3 years ago

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙮 𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐) || sub!bucky barnes x dominatrix!reader

(𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐) (𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐)

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 || just when you start to settle into a dynamic with him that seems natural, it starts to shift again in a new direction; should you be excited, or worried?

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 || 4.5k

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 || smut but no actual sex (just oral sex f receiving), shoe kink (kinda foot fetish but… shoe? he’s gonna lick the shoe, y'all, idk what to say), degradation, orgasm denial, coming in pants (is that a warning?), a bit of pet play (but it’s just a collar and the nickname ‘puppy’ so it’s overall quite light), leg humping, FEELINGS!!

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You were laying on your couch that night, half-watching a true crime documentary series and indulging in a mug brownie when you got an email alert pinged from your phone. You lifted the device to see it and instantly grinned at the sight.

JAMES

subject: For tomorrow

Pausing your show and setting your dessert down, you quickly unlocked your phone to read the whole thing— he was a man of few words, typically, but the words always made excitement tingle in your belly.

If you do this, and I don’t know that you do… I want to eat you out. Make me really beg for it. Teach me how to do it right, punish me if I do it wrong.

Don’t let me come.

-J

p.s. will pay extra for this if you need

For a minute you considered pretending that you needed to upcharge him for oral, but it seemed a little too cruel. Getting eaten out was bonus enough, really. Is it bad that you were already slightly turned on just thinking about it? Sometimes your job kinda sucked, like any job does, but now this gorgeous man who looked like he could snap you in half was going to beg to eat you out… and you were getting paid?!

You laid back on the couch and set your phone back down, smiling to yourself even though you tried to fight it.

Of course, your smile finally dropped when you realised there was something familiar about this feeling you had. It reminded you of middle school, when you had to fight your brother for the phone (yes, back then families all shared one landline, as distant as that felt now) because you were expected a call from the cutest guy in the whole grade and when it finally rang and it was really him and he asked you to the winter formal your heart soared.

Why were you terrified of this memory, and not enjoying it? Well, because you were realising that you hadn’t felt this way about anyone since the eighth grade.

Oh god, do I have a crush on a client?

But it wasn’t any client, it was James, and he was so different from the rest in basically every way and you just wanted to peel back every layer until you could finally see the real him— every time you were with him you sensed more beneath the surface that he wasn’t ready to let out yet. You wanted him to trust you, and show you. But that was going to take time.

Even more than all that, you wanted to not fall for someone you met at work. Even at a normal job that can backfire completely, but a job like this? It was strictly off-limits. It had never even been a hint of a problem for you before, even with attractive clients or clients you sometimes had nice conversations with before or after scenes.

They say if you love your job, you never work a day in your life. It sure didn’t feel like work, treating James this way. If anything, the real work was keeping yourself at bay… you’d already slipped up that first time by fucking him and letting him sleep on you. You weren’t even sure at this point which one was more intimate, but you decided your new gameplan needed to be minimizing intimacy with him, even if that was what you imagined he was really after this whole time.

So, the next morning, you prepared for your session with James by wearing a new dress (just to intimidate him) with nothing underneath, slipping on your tallest heels (his favorites) and swallowing down your feelings so you could get in the mindset of someone much meaner than you really were. If he wanted to beg, you were gonna make him beg.

You always felt men looked best on their knees. James was certainly no exception, naked as the day he was born with those pretty blue eyes looking up at you while you circled where he was knelt and bound on the floor.

You caught his eyes scanning up your legs and back and it made you smirk proudly to yourself.

He was clearly trying to watch you even as you stood behind him, and you let him watch as you licked your lips and admired his nude body where it was just sitting there and waiting for you. “Nice ass, by the way,” you complimented, sensing that it made him feel a little uncomfortable in the best way.

“Um, thanks, Mistress,” he mumbled awkwardly.

You walked back around to his front again, preparing to gear up and get going, but he stopped you.

“W-wait,” he interjected, and you looked at him with a raised eyebrow. “Before we really start, can I… ask you for, uh, something else? Just a little thing.”

“Sure,” you nodded, kneeling down to speak to him at eye-level.

“Do you happen to own any collars?” he asked, making you smile wide.

“I own quite a few, in fact… would you like to wear one for me?”

“Yes, please,” he whispered.

“Why?” you asked, and the question seemed to throw him off.

“I… I don’t…” he stammered.

“Are you just my dumb little puppy, James?” you pressed, showing a bit of mercy by supplying an answer for him (plus it was fun to watch him writhe needily in response before nodding a bit). “Okay, puppy, I’m gonna get the collar for you…”

His eyes darkened and his Adam’s apple bobbed when you returned from your closet of toys with a black leather collar.

“If you’d told me sooner, I could’ve had it customized to say James on the tag,” you hummed as you knelt down again and fastened it around his neck, tugging to make sure it was just a hair too tight. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” he answered tensely, “it feels good.”

“Yeah, I bet it does,” you winked as you ran his fingers down his chest and over his abs, but you pulled away before you reached his cock and he whimpered slightly as you stood up.

Your head tilted slightly as you stared down at him, your hand running over his face as he leaned his cheek into your palm.

“Pretty little puppy, you’re already so desperate,” you noticed with a smirk; when you ran your thumb over his pouty bottom lip, he opened his mouth and you slid the digit over his tongue. He closed his lips and sucked gently, keeping his eyes open and locked with yours like the good boy that he was, making you smile proudly before you pulled back and sat down on the bed across from him.

You let yourself get comfortable for a moment while staring at him on the floor in front of you, crossing your legs and hoping to look a bit stern.

“Do you wanna eat my pussy, baby?” you finally asked.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered dutifully.

You slowly uncrossed your legs and let your dress ride up slightly, smiling a bit when his eyes dropped and his lip twitched over clenched teeth. “This pussy?” you asked coyly.

“Y-yes, fuck,” he groaned, biting his lip as he stared at it.

“Then beg.”

“Please,” he gasped instantly, “fuck, please, I need it so fucking bad…”

You frowned, unimpressed. “I don’t really care how bad you need it, puppy, I need to know what’s in it for me.”

“M’gonna be good, I swear,” he whined, and you let your gaze drift down to his cock that was bobbing and flexing against his abs, “I’m gonna be your good puppy, Mistress, please just let me taste you… I'll be so good, pleasepleaseplease."

You were ready to give in, honestly, but you remembered that he wanted to do a lot of begging, so you simply crossed your arms and stared down at him with a flat expression. “Is that the best you can do?”

“I’ll do whatever you want, please, anything…”

His eyes, for a moment, glanced down at your heels— black, shiny, frighteningly sharp. You already knew how much they turned him on, though he admitted he’d never had a stiletto fetish until he saw them on you.

Your face twisted into a grin with a sickening idea.

“Show me that you know how to put that mouth to use,” you bargained as you leaned back slightly on the bed, lifting your leg and pushing the heel against his chest until he hissed. “Clean my shoe with your tongue.”

You could see the shock hit his expression all at once before it instantly shifted to desire— he was totally getting off on it, which was a relief because for a second you worried you’d really fucked up and killed the scene. But the look in his eyes… fuck, he was drooling for it, and now, you were too a little bit. “Y-yes, Mistress,” he stammered breathlessly.

Truth was, these shoes were already cleaner than most hospital floors— they’d never left your carpeted apartment, and you had wiped them down with disinfectant since the last time they were put to use (believe me, the way they were put to use meant that was vital). So, it was beyond harmless for him to ‘clean’ them with his mouth. But did he know that? You weren’t sure. He didn’t seem to mind.

There was a hint of hesitance as he stuck his tongue out flat, but when he licked a long stripe over the sole of your shoe, you felt your thighs clench unintentionally. He was starting with the sole… and to think you ever worried he’d think this was too ‘out there.’

“There’s a good boy,” you grinned as you watched him go. "These heels better be spotless if you want a chance to taste my cunt, I wanna see what that tongue can do."

He nodded and panted heavily as he licked, kissed, and sucked on every part of the heel that he could find. You snarled as you dug the sharp stiletto into his cheek, making him hiss in pain.

"You missed a spot," you reminded him coldly, and he surprised even you by taking the pointed heel into his mouth, sucking on it excitedly. He bit down on it and bared his teeth, glaring at you in a way that made you throb between your legs. You just hoped you'd managed to keep your expression neutral when on the inside you were desperate to have his mouth on you, maybe even more desperate than he was.

When you were satisfied with his performance, you pulled your leg away and rested it on the floor… but then lifted the other and rested your heel on his shoulder with a grin. “Aren’t you gonna clean the other one, too?”

You laughed at him, truly, when he grumbled a little ‘goddamnit’ to himself while he got to it, repeating pretty much the same pattern as he laved the whole thing in licks and sloppy kisses.

Finally he completed his work and both of you were trying to hide how desperate you were to get on to the main event, though you gave yourself away slightly by not making him beg very long at all. “You wanna lick Mistress’ cunt?” you asked darkly.

“Please,” he breathed.

All you had to do was give him a little nod and he was instantly leaning in, pressing his face to your knee and kissing it needily while he panted hot breaths that fanned over you. He left open-mouthed kisses on your skin as he made his way up your leg, and he just looked so indescribably good like this.

“You look good like this,” you let yourself say out loud. He raised an eyebrow as he looked up at you. “On your knees, serving me,” you clarified. "Pathetic, but good."

You made a mental note to show him how good he looked some time, by having him get in some degrading position in front of a mirror, before turning your attention back to the present.

Gingerly, he pushed your legs open and realized with a little sparkle in his eye that you couldn't hide your arousal from him anymore— you already knew you were soaked compared to when you’d first shown him your cunt just a half hour ago to tease him— and he grinned at the sight before he looked up at you. "You must've liked the way I licked your shoes."

"Shut up and get to work," you frowned, grabbing his hair and pulling his face into you. He moaned against you and swirled his tongue over every detail of your folds; you mostly just tried not to moan too loud, afraid to give him an ego more than he already had. Instead you gripped and tugged at his hair, loving the way he whimpered whenever you did. “You can do better than that,” you groaned, “come on, suck on my clit harder— and put your tongue inside me.”

He really didn’t need any instruction but it was part of his request; and more than the actual commands, his enthusiasm in response to them improved his performance. When his rough hands grabbed your thighs tightly, you feared it was a little too much control and you swatted one of his wrists with your hand.

“Keep those behind your back,” you ordered firmly. “Don’t make me get the cuffs.”

He nodded and moaned a little against you, grasping his own wrist behind his back and continuing the pattern he’d found of curling his tongue against the spongy spot inside you.

"God yes, just like that— that's my good boy," you sighed, tugging on his hair a little harder.

He whimpered and nodded slightly, apparently a silent ‘yes, I’m your good boy’ as he kept eagerly sucking on your bud— it must’ve been pretty swollen by now, and he surprised you a bit by using the underside of his tongue which was even smoother and made your toes curl inside your heels. It was a good thing he couldn’t see that or he might realise that he was gaining power over you that he wasn’t usually allowed to have.

Normally, giving a client any power made you anxious— not just for the stability of your dynamic, but your safety. With James, you actually were enjoying it; not just because it involved him eating you out like he’d been starving his whole life, but because you trusted him more than even you realised. Still, you weren’t about to say everything that was coming to mind, since so much of it exposed the position of vulnerability you had put yourself in: your tongue feels so good James, I love it, it’s so good, stuff like that. You even felt the word please on your tongue and had to keep your mouth shut to trap it because you most certainly could not say that to him.

"Will you come, Mistress?" he asked, muffled against your skin.

"Yes, baby, just keep going," you groaned, head falling back gently between your shoulders as you felt your hips rocking slightly against his face.

His technique was better than you expected, not that you were expecting anything specific, and you were struggling to keep your moans down as he switched from exploring you to targeting your most sensitive spots and putting you on the fast track to coming all over his tongue.

“It’s good, you’re doing so good,” you praised, feeling him hum happily against you. “Such a good little puppy, oh, yes, suck a little harder.”

Your head fell back when he did, a deep moan echoing around the bedroom.

Much faster than you originally expected, your orgasm was building up and making your insides pulse around the shallow intrusion of his tongue. You considered holding it back, but what’s the point of being the dom if you don’t get to do whatever the fuck you want, right? “I’m close,” you warned him breathlessly, “don’t fucking stop, puppy, Mistress is gonna come all over your pretty little face.”

He nodded slightly against you, keeping his lips latched on tight as he kept his pace and pattern steady, guiding you easily to the edge as you moaned his name and gripped fistfuls of the sheets beneath you.

As reasonable as it would be for you to become too sensitive just after coming, for some reason it hit just right to leave you wanting more, already on the edge of doing it all over again so long as he kept moving his tongue just like that.

“Fuck, don’t stop,” you breathed, “I wanna come again. Keep fucking going, oh fuck…”

Your legs were shaking around his head, and each movement of his lips against you made you moan deeply— more than ever, the whole “not showing how good it felt” plan sort of fell by the wayside.

But it had an unexpected benefit: he was going fucking crazy seeing you like this, moaning against you and rocking his hips into the air in desperate need of some stimulation on his cock.

You nearly fucking screamed as you came the second time, holding his face in place by his hair and rocking your hips against his open mouth as you reached the peak. “Oh fuck, James,” you moaned just before you started to come down from the high, and you ended up having to pull him away from you to get him to stop when it all started to be too much.

He sighed and tried to catch his breath, most of the bottom half of his face soaked in your come and looking gorgeously shiny with it. His chest was heaving with each breath, his eyes staying shut for a moment before he fluttered them open to look back at you.

“Did I… do good, Mistress?” he whispered.

“Yes, you were such a good boy for me,” you cooed, and it seemed to soothe him as he smiled weakly to himself. “I bet you’re feeling a little needy, huh? Your cock looks really lonely.”

“Touch me, please, please, please,” he chanted breathlessly.

“No, I don’t think I’m going to touch you,” you answered plainly, and he whined a little. “But you did so good that maybe I’ll let you touch me.”

He looked up at you as you leaned in with a smile, lifting his chin with one finger.

“If you wanna be a bad little puppy, you can hump Mistress’ leg,” you offered softly, and he looked so wonderfully desperate and ashamed as he met your gaze. You wondered if this was more embarrassing for him than the shoe licking. But he wasn’t in any position to turn you down, and so when you slid your heeled foot closer to him on the floor, he just sighed a little and sat up enough to lean forward and press his body against your leg; you could feel his cock throbbing when it rubbed on your shin, and he had to bite his lip to keep down a moan as soon as he started to move his hips and thrust against you. “Oh, such a naughty little boy, but you can’t help yourself, huh?” you mocked, watching his face turn that lovely shade of pink until he was blushing all the way down to his chest.

“Oh god,” he whispered under his breath as he picked up the pace slightly.

“I bet you’re already close, huh?” you taunted. “You know you can’t come, right?”

“Yes, Mistress,” he answered with a whimper. “I won’t…”

But even he didn’t sound so sure, especially as he pressed harder against you and kissed your knee and thigh while he grinded on you. “You look so pretty acting like a desperate slut,” you chuckled, making him whine louder. “Are you always this needy?”

“No, just for you,” he answered quickly.

His movements were smoother now that pre-cum had slickened his cock and made it easy to slide himself across your skin. You felt him getting faster and more desperate with each thrust, panting weakly and even biting down on your leg at one point to try to calm himself.

“Mistress, please, could you pull your dress down a little bit?” he begged hoarsely. “Please, I just wanna see your tits, I— I won’t touch…”

You knew from the beginning that you had no intention to let him see them, but you had a fun time teasing him by pulling the dress down slightly just to show more cleavage but still keep most everything covered. “You wanna see my tits, James? I don’t know, you’re so worked up I think you might make a mess on my leg right away if I let you see them…”

“N-no, I’m gonna be good, I won’t come without permission, I-I promise,” he stammered.

“I’m sorry but I just don’t believe you,” you shrugged. “But maybe I’ll play with them a little through my dress, since it feels good.”

You pinched your nipples where they’d hardened to almost be visible through the black fabric and he watched you like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “Oh, fuck, Mistress,” he whispered, his thrusts against you getting more stuttered suddenly.

“Stop,” you instructed firmly, and his eyes shot up to you as he slowed down slightly.

“No, wait, please—”

You pulled your leg back away from him and he thrusted a few more times into the air before he stopped completely. "I'm not sure I should let you come," you admitted, “in fact, I think we both know that I’m not going to.”

“No!” he whined, loud enough that you had no choice but to slap him across the face.

"No fucking whining,” you reminded him through your teeth. “You should be thankful I let you make me come."

He rested his head on your knee, looking beyond desperate as well as some odd mixture of exhausted and energized.

"You don't need to come. You just need to make me feel good. Right?"

He nodded a little, though his hips were still barely thrusting up into nothing weakly.

"Orgasms would just be wasted on a stupid little puppy like you," you sneered, making him sob a bit but nod again.

You caressed his face briefly before you dragged your nails down his chest, making him shudder under your touch. "Please," he whispered one more time.

"Oh, I know, baby," you pouted condescendingly, "I know you want it so bad, but you just have to be good and wait, okay?"

"Okay," he sighed, "I'll be good."

"There's my sweet boy," you hummed happily. "I'm gonna go get dressed now."

For a second he seemed surprised that you were really ending the scene without letting him come, but he nodded and you got up, stepping past him and walking to the bathroom.

You found him waiting in the living room for you, dressed in his jeans and button-down again (and sadly lacking the collar), leaning against your kitchen island and looking rather antsy.

"Need anything before you go?"

"I can't do just once a week anymore, I need more…" he blurted out. "Can we do two sessions a week, or three?"

"Let's start with two," you offered, "I have openings on Monday and—"

"Any day. Whenever you can."

His intensity still surprised you, for some reason. It was clear he needed this— you wondered if this was the only release he had, in any sense of the word.

The way he not-so-subtly adjusted his jeans made you bite your lip and imagine that his next chance at release was much too far away for his liking.

"Still hard, huh?" you smirked.

"Yeah, I'm uh… it's gonna be like this for a while. You left me in quite a predicament."

"I figured you were just gonna go to your car and furiously jerk off for a couple seconds," you admitted.

"It… it would take me a little longer than that," he stammered, seemingly a bit embarrassed by your assumption about his stamina, "and I don't have time. I have somewhere to be right after this."

On some level, you knew this was a bad idea, but you ignored that instinct and stepped forward slowly, looking him up and down. "Where?"

"Uh, just… just a work thing," he nodded, scratching the back of his neck. What’s the point of being the dom if you don’t get to do whatever the fuck you want? that pesky, dangerous line of reasoning rang in your head again. So, even though it made your heart race slightly, you did what you wanted: he gasped when you reached forward and cupped him in your hand through his jeans. "Oh, fuck…" he mumbled.

"I like the idea of you coming in your pants for me, right now," you purred, massaging the hard shape of him and feeling his hips buck up towards you. "I like the idea of you going to your ‘work thing’ with a mess in your boxers, sticky and uncomfortable, afraid somebody will see a stain and know what it is."

"God," he groaned, shivering as you started to rub his bulge through the thick material.

“You like that idea too?”

“Yes,” he hissed, “fuck, you’re so… Jesus Christ.”

"You said it would take longer than a few seconds, didn't you? But you're already about to come."

"Oh my god," he sobbed, "fuck, I'm— fuck, baby…"

Just barely, you could feel his cock pulsing; but the real giveaway was a darker patch starting to form on the denim just beside his fly. “Wow,” you whispered, “I didn’t realize it would be so easy.”

You stopped when he jolted slightly, grinning as he started to catch his breath.

The energy was completely different in the living room than in the bedroom; you were very aware that this wasn’t part of a scene, wasn’t a dominatrix sort of thing to do. It felt like the first real sexual interaction between you and him— not the character you played for a living, not the version of him that pretended not to know what was going to happen when he was the one telling you exactly what he wanted. This was spontaneous, and genuine, and shockingly real in a way you hadn’t actually prepared for.

When his eyes met yours, you finally wondered if you’d made a mistake engaging with him like this, because all of a sudden you were sure that you couldn’t hide anything from him anymore. It made you feel exposed and vulnerable, in a way that was much more real than just opening your legs with no panties on, and you knew it was dangerous although you liked it more than you expected to.

There was that feeling again, the warm happy feeling that you had learned to fear. You were already thinking about what you were going to wear to the winter formal, to speak proverbially.

“Enjoy your work thing,” you smirked. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

“Right,” he sighed, “thank you.”

And you weren’t sure what he was thanking you for, exactly, but he scurried out of your apartment too fast for you to ask.

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