#professor bucky barnes

[freakrenaissance]

Aaaaaand I'd have an A+ 🤤 yes, professor!

You have an appointment bc of a uni struggle. So you enter the room and see Profssor Steve and Professor Bucky, both look at you like they want to eat you till you cry..who would you let fuck you relentlessly? 👀

PWP, people. PWP. Not my best, but I'm feral for Professor Bucky so I couldn't help myself.

Pairing: Professor!Bucky Barnes x 18+F!Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Professor/18+Student relations, dubcon if you squint, anal play, anal sex, spit play, dirty talk. 18+.

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You sit across from him, wringing your hands nervously in your lap as he looks over your essay; a deep sigh escaping his mouth and rippling the paper in his hand. 

You’re nervous. With only six months of college left, you need a good grade on this assignment. And by the look on his face, the crinkle in his brow, and the way he grunts disapprovingly at one particular section - a good grade was a far distant dream right now. 

Your name slips from his lips and you lift your gaze to meet his. You can’t pinpoint the meaning behind his stare, but you shuffle in your seat when he shakes his head. 

“I know you can do better than this,” he tells you, elbows settling on his desk as he leans forward, his bright, cerulean eyes staring a hole right through you. He’d always had the ability to do this. To reduce you to a nervous, twitchy wreck with just the sweeping of a gentle stare, from your eyes to your lips, and then back again. “I can’t help you if you don’t help yourself, you know that right?” 

“Professor Barnes, Sir, I don’t know what’s going on with me lately. I’m really struggling to focus and I don’t know how to snap out of it,” you sigh, feeling the tears well up in your eyes as you sniff solemnly. 

“Hey,” he soothes, standing up and rounding his desk, leaning back against it in front of you with his arms folded across his chest, “this isn’t an easy class to pass. I’m a fuckin’ hardass and I expect the best. M’not easy to please.” 

You can’t help but notice the way his tongue swipes across his bottom lip, the little smirk that curls at the corner of his mouth, the way his jaw clenches just a little when you clench your thighs together in your seat. 

“Can you-- can you maybe give me some tips on how to make it better? Let me have a redo? I promise, I’m just off my game. I can do better,” you plead, sitting forward in your chair, the woodsy scent of his cologne flooding your nostrils and causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach. 

“I could,” he hums, shifting his weight from his left foot to his right, “but I think I got a better idea than that.” 

“Fuck, would’ya look at that? Knew you’d look fuckin’ gorgeous with my cock stuffed in that tight, little asshole,” he praises, fucking into you languidly; slow, sensual rolls of his hips causing the sweetest of mewls and cries to fall from your kiss-swollen lips. 

Turns out all he wanted was you. You, naked and at his mercy for one night. 

Bucky took his time opening you up with his fingers before he fucked you, the globes of your ass shiny and slick with the copious amounts of lube that he’d smothered your tight hole with. The feel of his digits stroking against your fleshy walls had you shaking, shuddering in anticipation of his cock. 

It felt good. There was no doubt of that. You couldn’t shake the sickness you felt in your stomach, however. He was your professor. He could get fired, and you? You’d simply be ‘the girl that fucked Mr Barnes. And got him fired.’ 

“Oh god,” you whimpered, gripping the sheets between your fingers and arching your back to take him deeper - his balls slapping against your cunt with each thrust of his hips.

“Oh baby, that’s it. Push that ass back against my dick. Take it all inside that perfect hole,” he grunts, his hand curling beneath your chin and tugging your head back, hooking his fingers inside your cheek and prying your lips open. “Stick your tongue out for me.” 

You can’t help the shameless, wanton moan that rumbles low in your throat when he spits in your mouth; the pressure in your stomach building with each jab of his cock into your asshole. Bucky leans forward, your body collapsing against the mattress and the weight of him following you down. The sloppy, open mouthed kiss he plants against your temple and his hot breath against your cheek has you spinning.

“Been wantin’ you for a while. See the way you look at me in class,” he teases, the sound of flesh colliding bouncing off the walls, “bet you fill that cunt up with your fingers in bed at night and think of me, don’t you?” 

“Yes,” you pant, “fuck yes, s’never enough though. Not as good as this,” you confess, not caring that you sound utterly desperate and pathetic. He chuckles against your cheek in response, his cock throbbing in your ass as he reaches beneath you to toy with your aching clit. 

“Maybe I’ll keep you, huh? Turn you into a perfect, little cock slut,” his thrusts quicken, feral as his teeth graze the delicate column of your throat, “bet you’d fuck Professor Rogers for a good grade, too, wouldn’t you?” 

The mere thought of it had your cunt clenching around nothing, begging to be filled and fucked. The image of being sandwiched between their sweaty, sculpted bodies at the forefront of your mind, Bucky nips at the shell of your ear, sensing the desire blooming inside you. 

“Want me to invite him next time, baby?” He asks, goading you, “you want him to fuck that pussy while I fill this ass up? Or maybe you want him in that sweet mouth, hmm?” 

You can’t bear it any longer, you’ve tried to stave it off, tried to suppress the intensity building inside your core. Bliss ripples through your veins, your eyes rolling back at the intensity of the pleasure crashing over you. You stop breathing, head swimming and all coherent thought blacks out as you ride the wave. 

Bucky doesn’t stop. You lose count of the amount of positions he folds you into that night, stopped counting the orgasms at 7.

He's relentless in his blissful assault on your body, hands everywhere, his lips never too far from your ear, "you just keep takin' that dick like a good girl, and I'll take care of those grades."

A/N: I no longer have a tag list, but if you want to keep up to date with what I post follow my sideblog, @sweetersficlibrary, and turn on alerts to be notified whenever I post something new 💕

[dreamwhisprrr]

gay people can't just kiss and say I love you they always gotta do some shit like this

Hey, since this is getting attention, me and my friend have a discord server

[huffelpuff210]

My new list for the dark

Biker Bucky Barnes x abused reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Dark alpha Steve Rogers x dark alpha Bucky Barnes x dark alpha Tony stark x omega reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Dark professor Steve Rogers x innocent reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Soft dark Stucky x reader

Part 1

Part2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Dark professor Tony Stark x shy reader

Part 1

Dark shifter Bucky Barnes x shifter reader

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Dark mafia Bucky Barnes x reader

Part 1

Part 2

Mob boss Steve Rogers x innocent reader

Part 1

Part 2

[jawnlockblog]

happy boyfriend day? happy boyfriend day to the boyfriends

[annikityk]

I present to you: gay people flirting by pointing a gun at each other

Exhibit a: Charles and Erik

Exhibit b: Bucky and Zemo

Exhibit c: Will and Hannibal

Exhibit d: Sherlock and Moriarty

And last but not least: Deadpool and Wolverine

[lokigodofmyheart]

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Day 1 - Sex Pollen (Tony Stark)

Day 2 - Restraining/ shadow play (Loki)

Day 3 - Threesome (Loki and Bucky)

Day 4 - Temperature play (Loki)

Day 5 - none

Day 6 - Roleplay (Severus Snape)

Day 7 - Toys/Public vibrator (Tony Stark)

Day 8 - Edging/orgasm denial (Bucky Barnes)

Day 9 - Pegging (Loki x Reader)

Day 10 - Blow job (Loki x Reader)

Day 11- 20 - none

Day 21 - Sex Pollen (Severus Snape x Reader)

Day 22 -

[iheartbadguys]

🥵🔥🖤💙

like a daisy in darkness

pairing: professor!bucky barnes x student!reader

summary: when your professor keeps you after class to discuss an inappropriate game your classmates have been playing, the conversation takes a turn and hidden desires are revealed.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), age gap (bucky's early 30s, reader's early 20s), inappropriate relationship/abuse of power/some manipulation (can't emphasize this enough even though reader reciprocates bucky's feelings), referenced sexual harassment (directed at bucky), smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, pet names (doll, baby), a lot of dirty talk, light ddlg, implied corruption, aftercare and fluff

word count: 5K

a/n: day 12 of my 30 day writing trope challenge was professor x student and i'll be honest, it took me a while to get on board with this prompt. i'm really wary of actual relationships where there's a power imbalance, so it took me a while to get into the fantasy of it—but i get it!! it's hot! and i did have fun writing hot professor bucky barnes. just please please please heed the warnings and, if this is your thing, please enjoy!!

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It was a warm spring day, close to the end of your final semester of college, when the professor leading your short story writing class asked you to stay after. Your professor—James “Call me Bucky” Barnes—packed up his books and papers, tucking them into his satchel, while you stood awkwardly by the door, ignoring all the pointed looks and jealous whispers from your classmates as they filed out. 

They were jealous, of course, because it was Bucky. The young professor was not only the hottest faculty member in the writing department, he was in the running for the hottest professor on the entire campus. With short brown hair, piercing blue eyes and a permanent stubble gracing his sharp jaw, he was dangerously handsome. It was no surprise then that every straight girl in the department, and a good chunk of women on campus, were half in love with Professor Bucky Barnes. And you were no exception. You’d harbored a crush on him since he’d arrived at the university the previous year, though you refused to admit it to any of your friends.

When the classroom was finally, blessedly empty, Bucky looked up from the desk at the front of the room, grabbed his things and began walking toward you with a friendly smile on his face. “Let’s talk in my office,” he said, leaving no room for discussion. He gestured for you to precede him out into the hall and you felt his hand hover near your lower back, like he wanted to touch you and guide you, but knew it wasn’t exactly appropriate.

The heat from his hovering palm brushed against your lower back the entire way to his office on the third floor of the writing building. It was deserted, since it was the end of the day on a Friday—everyone else had already cleared out to enjoy the nice day. You were glad, though, because it felt more intimate to be alone with Bucky and you were enjoying it too much. Your professor wasn’t even touching you and it was enough to get your heart fluttering wildly in your chest and a warmth to settle deep in your core, making you squirmy. It sent a shock through your system to realize you were getting wet just from being close to him.

As Bucky unlocked his office door, you mentally shook yourself and reminded yourself that he was your professor and, though he was attractive, you could not act on your crush on him. Especially since you were pretty sure you were in trouble, since he’d asked you to stay after class, though you couldn’t imagine what you’d done wrong. Unless he wanted to know about the game…

Bucky deposited his things on his desk and invited you to sit in one of the chairs clearly meant for students. You put your bag on the floor and sank into a seat, glancing around the small room. You’d never been in Bucky’s office before. Though he kept generous office hours and was known to always be willing to help a student if they were struggling with a writing assignment, you’d never sought out his help before. As the door shut with a thud that sounded loud in the quiet of the office, you felt nervous about being alone in a room with your hot professor that you had a serious crush on.

To distract yourself, you took in your surroundings. The room was modest, like all the faculty offices in the writing building, and even though there was a window allowing sunshine to stream into the space, it still felt small and dark. You suspected it was because of the large, dark wooden shelves that took up most of the available wall space, all of them crammed full of books. Though Bucky’s office should’ve felt depressing and cluttered, you instead felt safe and cozy; his space felt like a private corner of a library.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked to speak with you,” Bucky said, breaking the silence that had fallen since you’d followed him into his office. Your professor was standing behind his desk, his hands tucked into the pockets of his slacks. The glasses he sometimes wore to read to your class were folded neatly on the desk, so there was nothing shielding you from the piercing stare of his blue eyes, making you feel like you should want to run. 

“Uh, y-yes, sir,” you responded when he paused like he was waiting for you to say something. Your fingers twisted nervously in the hem of your sundress, the soft blue cotton covered in tiny little flowers wrinkling in your grip. The dress had seemed like the perfect thing to wear on such a nice spring day, but you felt out of place in the dim, academic setting of Bucky’s office. Like a daisy in darkness. 

When you glanced up at Bucky’s face, he was giving you a contemplative look, his head slightly tilted to the side as if he was considering his next words carefully. He was wearing a dark blue patterned sweater that buttoned up the front over a shirt and tie, paired with navy blue slacks. He looked the picture of a college professor and you couldn’t help but be a little bit intimidated by him. Your heart beat wildy against your ribcage and you prayed to whatever god would listen that he wasn’t going to ask you what you thought he was going to ask you. 

Your prayers went unanswered.

“Something…strange…has been happening in class, as of late,” Bucky began, pacing behind his desk, his long stride eating up the distance in just a few steps before he was forced to turn. “Some of your classmates are…behaving inappropriately,” he said, then stopped and stared at you, his gaze unreadable. “Toward me.”

Though you tried not to react to your professor’s words, you knew exactly what he was talking about, and you could feel your shoulders hunching in shame. You dropped your gaze, eyes on your fingers twisted in your dress. 

“They’ve been…” Bucky trailed off and when you looked up, his jaw was working, his eyes wide and staring into the distance unseeingly like he couldn’t believe what he was about to say. “Well, they’ve been flashing me—trying to get me to look up their skirts.” His bright blue eyes landed on yours and you quickly looked back down at your lap. “Do you know anything about why they might be doing this?”

You wondered if spontaneous combustion was real and, if you desperately wished hard enough, whether you could make it happen in that moment. Or if you could get struck by lightning. Or if you thought about Medusa, maybe you could suddenly turn to stone. Anything to save you from answering your professor’s question. You didn’t want to have to explain the game to him—it was so stupid.

“I know you’re a good girl,” Bucky said, his voice gentler. And closer. He came to stand in front of you, leaning back on the edge of his desk. To look up at him, you had to tilt your head all the way back. Your eyes widened when you saw the way he was looking at you, something like fondness in his gaze. “You are a good girl, aren’t you, doll?”

Your heart and body and mind were all in chaos at your professor’s words, his question, what he’d called you. Your heart was fluttering in your chest and your body was warming all over, especially in the place between your thighs, and your mind was going a little fuzzy around the edges. You didn’t know what was worse or better, the fact that your professor was calling you a pet name—one that made you feel so cute, like a precious little doll—or that something inside you bloomed at being called a good girl. 

Your tongue poked out from your mouth, sliding along your suddenly very dry lower lip, trying to buy yourself a moment before you had to respond. But Bucky’s intense gaze zeroed in on the small movement, following the path of your tongue like he wanted to learn for himself exactly what it felt like to trace your lower lip.

“Y-yes, sir,” you said shakily on a gasping inhale, hoping that sucking in more oxygen would help to clear the fog from your brain. But with Bucky so close, you only succeeded in breathing in the scent of him—and it was deliriously decadent. He smelled like fresh trees and something warm like old books. You found yourself wanting to press closer, to inhale him like a drug, but you managed to hold yourself back.

Your professor didn’t seem to have any idea what kind of war was being waged in your body and mind, as he simply continued to stare down at you. He let you sit for a moment with your answer, before asking again, “What are your classmates up to?” He tried another tact, going on before giving you a proper chance to answer. “I’d hate to have to report them and get them in trouble right before they graduate—what they’re doing is sexual harassment,5 doll, which is a serious violation of the school’s honor code. But if you tell me, I can handle it myself.” 

You looked back down at your lap, not letting your eyes linger over the way his shirt and sweater clung to the muscles of his chest or the way his slacks framed his thighs so nicely. “Um,” you whispered, fingers twisting together and no doubt creating so many wrinkles in your dress. 

With gentle hands, Bucky untwisted your fingers from the cotton of your skirt and held your hands between his palms. He stood from his desk and guided you up to your feet, leading you over to the dark brown leather couch that was tucked into the corner by the door. Too distracted by your racing heart and stumbling feet, it took you a moment to recognize the sound of Bucky locking the door as he passed it. Though that struck you as odd, you were soon too focused on your professor drawing you down to sit next to him on the sofa to think much more about it.

“Please tell me, doll,” Bucky murmured in a low voice. “I promise, they’re not in trouble—you’re not in trouble—just be a good girl and tell me what’s going on in my classroom.”

You’d never know if it was the comforting rumble of your professor’s voice, the sweet way he stroked your hands as he held them on his thigh or the way he called you his good girl, but you ended up confessing everything to Bucky. You told him about how the game had started as a dare—your friends trying to make your professor look up their skirts to see if anyone could get a reaction out of him—and how it escalated until almost every girl in the class was in on it.

When you were done, you heaved a great sigh of relief and blinked a few tears from your eyelashes. None had fallen, thankfully. You didn’t know if you could bear to add crying in front of your professor to the list of humiliations you’d suffered that day. Bucky wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side for a soothing hug that helped soften some of your frayed nerves. 

With his face buried in your hair, your professor asked in a voice that was huskier than before, “And you never considered joining in?”

For a moment, you froze, not sure if you’d heard him correctly. But you knew that you did. Pressing your hands against Bucky’s chest, you pushed yourself back from him, looking up at his face his shock. “No!” you cried, looking your professor directly in the eye as you protested. “Of course not, professor!” 

Bucky’s expression was carefully blank as his eyes seemed to take your measure, but then his features morphed and your professor looked at you in a way he’d never looked at you before—he looked at you like he ravenous for you. “That’s a shame,” he said, his eyes raking hungrily down your body. “But you are a good girl, so it’s not altogether unexpected,” he went on, his voice slightly distant like he was talking more to himself than to you, and he continued to look at you like he was trying to undress you with his gaze.

Confused denial and hungry need were warring viciously in your mind and body as you tried to process what was happening, what your professor was saying and, most importantly, what his words meant. But all you could get out past your lips, frozen and parted in shock, was, “Wh-what?”

Bucky grinned, and the expression reminded you of a shark—a charming, handsome, entirely off-limits shark. “I knew you were eager to be a good girl the moment I laid eyes on you, doll,” Bucky confessed, leaning into your personal space, crowding you against the opposite arm of the couch. 

His closeness, the heat emanating from his body and the scent of him swirling around you were all an attack on your senses. All you could do was sit there as he pressed closer, your body yearning to let him while your mind fought to remind you he was your professor. 

“Now be my good girl and show me what panties you’ve got on under this little tease of a dress,” Bucky ordered, the steel of command underlying his words. His hand was on yours, guiding your fingers to curl in the hem of your dress and push it up your thigh, his own rough fingertips dragging along the sensitive skin there. A breath hitched in your throat and you could feel yourself dampening the panties he wanted to badly to see.

Your professor stopped just short of forcing you to reveal yourself to him. He waited, leaving you room to take that one last step on your own. Your eyes were wide as you stared up into the piercing blue gaze of your favorite professor—the man you’d never been able to admit you had a crush on because you wanted him so desperately you were afraid to put that desire into words. You’d held your feelings back from everyone and you’d been the one holdout in your class, the only girl, as far as you knew, not to have flashed Bucky your panties. Maybe it was silly, but you didn’t want to partake in the stupid game because you wanted him to want you back. But you’d never imagined he’d actually try to seduce you on the couch in his office, and you simply couldn’t pass up the chance to get what you wanted—you wanted him so badly. 

With your decision firm in your mind, you drew on every reserve of courage and determination you could find in your heart and you yanked the hem of your dress up until you were bared from the waist down for your professor. 

Bucky sat back, his eyes narrowing in on the juncture of your thighs. “White lace,” he murmured, something like awe in his voice. “So fucking pretty, doll.” With a soft, gentle touch, he trailed his fingers up your thigh before tracing the edges of your panties. “Been dreaming of this for months,” he confessed. “Wanted to know what you hid under your sweet little dresses and skirts.” His fingers traced over your mound, making your hips squirm as your body reacted to his touch. “So much fucking better than I imagined,” he said on an deep exhale, so quiet you almost missed it.

“P-professor,” you said, though you weren’t sure what you were going to follow it up with. A small part of you wanted to ask what he was doing, and an even smaller part wanted to beg him to let you put your dress back down. The way he was staring at you was so overwhelming. But most of you wanted him to touch you more, harder, wanted him to push your panties to the side and touch you properly. 

Your professor seemed to know exactly what you meant with just that one word because he dragged his gaze away from the juncture of your thighs to look at your face. His blue eyes had darkened with the hungry, feral lust that now dominated his gaze, but the smile he gave you was soft. 

“Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s gonna take care of you,” he leaned in, capturing your lips in a searing kiss that left you breathless and panting for more. “Just be my good girl,” he murmured as he wedged his hand between your thighs, pushing them apart so he could stroke your slit through your panties. 

You were getting wetter fast, and you knew he could feel it through the thin lace of your panties. It was all you could do to wriggle your hips and moan softly when he pressed deeper between your lower lips, making you soak through the fabric. When his thumb stroked over the sensitive nub nestled in your folds, you let out a sharp, gasping cry and fisted your hands in his sweater, clinging to him.

Bucky grinned. “D’you like that, baby? Like when daddy plays with your special little button?” He rubbed his thumb over that spot again and you tossed your head back, hips arching up against your professor’s hand. “Answer me, baby—use your words.”

It took a moment for his command to penetrate the thick fog in your mind, but when it finally did, you answered eagerly, in a gasping and desperate voice, “Yes, daddy! Like it!”

“Good girl,” Bucky praised in a voice so low and deep it was almost a purr. He stroked your nub faster in reward and you moaned, burying you face in his shoulder to muffle the sound. “So good for daddy,” he murmured, fingers pushing against your panties, exploring your little hole through the soaked lace. 

The brown leather squeaked as Bucky moved, readjusting himself until he was half laying on the couch. You watched through heavy-lidded eyes as he spread your trembling thighs wide, pushing between them until his face was close enough to your center you could feel his breath gusting out of him in warm little puffs. You squirmed, hands hanging limply at your sides, your fingers curled into little fists since you didn’t know what to do with them. 

“Gotta taste your button, baby,” Bucky rasped in his deep voice, his gaze flicking up to yours and finding you staring down at him. He grinned hungrily. “Need to know if your special little button tastes as sweet as your lips,” he said, like he was explaining himself. 

There was a hint of the tone he used in class, like when he was lecturing the room on his favorite stories, and it reminded you all over again that it was your professor on his knees between your thighs. The thought didn’t give you as much pause as it probably should. Instead, it just made your slit leak even more. “Please, daddy,” you begged, hips rising up off the couch and offering yourself to Bucky.

“I know, baby, I know,” he said soothingly, using your raised hips to slip your panties down over your thighs and off. He shoved them in the pocket of his slacks before turning his full attention back on you. Your professor sucked in a sharp breath, using his big palms to spread your thighs even further, pushing them up toward your chest until you were folded in half, your slit presented to him. “Oh, baby,” he murmured, his blue eyes darkening further, until they were lost in a sea of desire. “Your precious place is so wet, it’s glistening for me—you’re so fucking pretty, baby.” 

His praise had barely fallen from his mouth before Bucky was descending on your pussy, burying his stubbled face in your soft, sodden lips. You cried out, hands threading in his silky brown and your hips bucking wildly. Bucky pinned you hard to the couch with his hands, holding you down as he licked, sucked and thoroughly explored your sensitive flesh. All the while, he avoided your most responsive bud, which was swollen and throbbing with need before long. 

“Daddy, please,” you begged, using your hands in Bucky’s hair to try to guide him to where you wanted him. 

Instead, your professor chuckled against your pussy, his dark blue gaze flicking up to your face as he grinned with your arousal dripping from his chin. “Gotta use your words, baby—tell daddy what you want,” he ordered before giving your slit a long lick with the flat of his tongue, still managing to refrain from touching the little bundle of nerves that was begging for attention.

“Lick my special button, daddy,” you whispered shyly, a blush rising on your already flushed face. You tried to hide in your shoulder, begging a desperate, “Please!”

“Ah, ah, ah,” Bucky tutted, reaching one hand up and gripping your chin firmly, turning your face back toward him. “You keep your eyes on me if you want daddy to lick your button, baby,” he said in a soft command. When you nodded, he gave you a smile and murmured, “Good girl.” 

Bucky wasted no more time with teasing. He attacked your clit with an almost vicious amount of attention, licking and sucking on your bud until you could feel your pulse in the tiny bundle of nerves. You were panting and writhing and moaning on the couch so wildly, Bucky had to adjust his hands on your thighs to more effectively pin you down. But that didn’t stop your body from fighting against his hold, trying to get more of him and shy away from the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you at the same time.

“Fuck, you taste so good, baby,” Bucky muttered against your pussy, flicking his tongue mercilessly over your clit and making you cry with pleasure. “Sweetest little button I’ve ever fucking tasted.” He wrapped his lips around your nub and sucked hard, his tongue bullying the tip of your clit inside his mouth. When he pulled away, he looked up at you, licking his lips and smacking them together like he was savoring the taste of you. 

Your body felt like a livewire about to explode, every muscle pulled taut, and you just wanted more. Even as your professor made a show of how much he enjoyed your body, your entire being was begging for him to put his mouth back on you. You opened your mouth to beg with words, but all that came out was a whine, your hands in Bucky’s hair tugging him back toward your precious place.

“Need more, baby?” Bucky asked teasingly, his mouth curled up in a smirk. “Need to cum all over your professor’s tongue?” 

You moaned at his filthy words, not knowing if you wanted to curse him for reminding you he was your professor and you shouldn’t be letting him eat you out—or thanking him for highlighting the naughtiness of the situation and making it so much hotter. “Please, daddy, wanna cum,” you begged, pouting down at him, letting your need dictate your words and actions.

“Such a good girl,” he praised, sliding a finger easily inside your dripping little hole. “Using your words and telling daddy exactly what you want—for that, I think you’ve certainly earned an orgasm,” he said, his eyes glittering dangerously as he held your gaze while he ducked his head back down to your pussy. “Or two.” 

With that threat hanging in the air, Bucky dove back between your thighs, his tongue lashing at your special button until you were arching off the couch and crying out loudly. His finger pumped in and out of your hole steadily as he devoured your pussy, bullying your swollen, puffy little clit. When he wrapped his lips around your nub and sucked hard enough your eyes rolled back until you thought you could see stars, you came apart, cumming all over your professor’s mouth and finger.

Bucky fucked and licked you through your release, extending your orgasm and guiding you through wave after wave of pleasure until it was almost too much. You let out a keening whine, feebly pushing against your professor’s head and he finally let up. Pulling his finger from your hole, Bucky sat up, popping the digit in his mouth to lick it clean. He stared down at you, your spent body collapsed in the corner of the couch. 

Your professor’s eyes raked over your face like he was looking for something in your expression, though you weren’t sure what. All you felt was happy, a soft smile on your lips. When he seemed to be satisfied by what he saw, he gathered you up in his arms and pulled you into his lap, holding you close. “You alright, doll?” he asked, nuzzling the side of your face and pressing gentle kisses along your jaw. 

A giggle bubbled up from your chest and tumbled past your lips. You knew Bucky had hear the slightly hysterical edge when he stiffened beneath you. “I just can’t believe you chose me,” you rushed to explain, turning your head to meet his eye. “All those girls flashing their panties at you, and you seduced me,” you said, incredulity coloring your tone.

Bucky gripped your chin and held you so you couldn’t look away. “I never even looked at those other girls, baby—I only had eyes for you,” he said, emotion swirling in the depths of his piercing blue eyes.

You felt like he could see right through you—through your skin and the bones of your ribcage, all the way to your heart, where your feelings for him were laid out plain as day. His eyes were nothing but soft and sweet as you let him see you, truly see you for the first time. He smiled and let you see him too, every emotion he felt floating on the surface of his expressive eyes. It was a moment that transcended time and space, and you couldn’t have been happier than to share it with the man holding you like you were the most precious thing in the world. 

After a time, Bucky looked away, letting his gaze trail down to where your dress was still hiked up around your thighs. “I’d planned on waiting until you graduated to say anything,” he said in a low tone and for a moment you worried he was upset about what you’d done together. He must’ve felt you stiffen and try to pull away because he hugged you tighter, catching your eye again. “Regrettably, I didn’t have as much self-control as I thought I did, but I wouldn’t give you up for anything now that I have you.”

“I’m so glad to hear that, Bucky,” you said, leaning in tentatively to press a shy kiss to his lips. Bucky smiled into the kiss, deepening it until he left you feeling claimed by his mouth.

When he pulled away, his blue eyes were dancing with happiness and a little bit of mischief. “Y’know, I ask my students to call me Bucky, but I prefer the people in my life call me something different,” he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively and making you laugh.

“Okay, daddy,” you shot back, lips curling in a smirk that felt strange on your face. You weren’t the type of girl to tease a guy she liked, especially if that guy was her professor. But something about Bucky made you feel more comfortable and confident. And you couldn’t deny the pleased feeling that bloomed in your chest when Bucky tipped his head back and laughed.

“I meant James,” he explained through his laughter, his eyes shining as he stared at you with so much affection in his gaze it took your breath away. “When I’m not teaching, people call me James.”

You tilted your head to the side and tapped your chin like you were considering it while Bucky waited patiently. “Hmm, I don’t know, what about Jamie?” you asked, letting a smile break across your face. 

Bucky returned it, ducking his head to press his forehead to yours. “I like it,” he declared, kissing the breath from your lungs once again. “Now,” he started when he pulled away. His hands were inching down to your thighs, one slipping between them to find your bare slit still dripping from your release. “If I recall correctly, I promised you two orgasms, and I plan to deliver before letting you leave this office,” he said, using his authoritative professor tone that made you get wetter for him. Your professor stroked softly between your folks, fingers pushing gently inside your leaking hole and making you shiver wildly in his lap.

“Y-yes, daddy, wanna cum again,” you said on a gasping moan, hands fisting in the front of Bucky’s soft sweater, staring up into the blue eyes of the man who was very quickly becoming more than just your professor. “Please touch my button, daddy,” you begged sweetly.

Bucky grinned, ducking his head to giving you a loud, smacking kiss on the lips that made you giggle. Then he was laying you back down on the couch and spreading you out for him. “Get comfortable, baby,” he warned as he shouldered his way between your legs, pushing your thighs up and out of his way. He shot you a heated look, his smirk downright wicked before he returned his focus to the juncture of your thighs. He gave you a promise before he descended on your sensitive flesh, saying, “Daddy’s gonna eat your precious little cunt and lick your special button until you’re screaming for me to stop.”

When you finally left your professor’s office many hours later, your throat was sore from screaming your pleasure, your legs were weak and wobbly from so many orgasms and you wore a dazed, happy smile. Bucky—Jamie—had more than fulfilled his promise.

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Sweet Like Candy 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, power dynamic, age gap and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Thor, Bucky Barnes (Professor AU)

Summary: the new school year proves to be hectic. (short!chubby! reader)

Part of the Bad Professors AU

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“Hey, Oli, hold my seat,” you say into the phone speaker, “I gotta run! The professor’s office hours close in... ten minutes and I desperately need to be signed into this course. I swear, if I’m stuck taking philosophy again I’m gonna cry.” 

“No problem, we can wait,” Olive assures you. She’s always a comfort. She wouldn’t dare mention how you always cry or that you did this to yourself by waiting until the last minute to sort your schedule. 

“Alright, gotta go! You don’t wanna hear me huffing and puffing,” you chuff, “buh-bye!” 

You hang up and clutch your phone, your bag bouncing, your bum too! You hurtle forward between the bodies of students who refuse to part for your passing. You veer towards the history building and nearly trip up the steps. 

You heave as you get to the stop and grunt as you drag open the heavy wooden door. Ugh! Why are you weak? Not just in body, but mind too. If you had a degree of discipline, this wouldn’t be happening. Again. 

You slow as you climb the next set of stairs. Yeah, you can’t do that. You’re dizzied by the endless halls set out like a twisted maze meant to house beasts with human heads and bulls’ bodies. It doesn’t help that those signs are fuzzy. You can make out the letters if you get real close. 

You finally get to the door you need, dragging your feet as your legs burn. You raise your hand to knock on the door but it opens as if it can sense you. That’s silly. Doors don’t open themselves. 

It’s too late to stop yourself from knocking on the man’s upper stomach. You cringe and pull your hand back against your chest. You force your lips into a smile. 

“Sorry, I—are office hours over? I ran here,” you gasp. “I’m sorry.” 

The man looks down at you and you sway nervously. He’s taller than you. Well, most people are. His blue eyes bore into you as his cheek dimples in agitation. 

“Please--” 

“I don’t know,” he grips the mug in his hand tighter. “Odinson, another one.” 

The man doesn’t bother with an excuse me or pardon. He steps forward and you stumble back. You sidle out of his way and he marches down the hall. You peer through the door again. An even bigger man rises from behind a desk and smiles. The blond is a lot more welcoming than the brunette. 

“Ah hello, I suppose you’ve come to be let into my Norse course?” He intones as he crosses the office and extends his large hand. “Professor Odinson.” 

“Cerise,” you accept his hand. It’s like a paw. Maybe there are mythical beasts in here. Though he is more what you imagine a god to be. Large, golden, and those eyes. “Yes, I’m so sorry! I meant to enroll before the deadline but I had it down wrong and then I realised it was two days late and--” 

“Not to worry. It’s an intensive language course. We are bound to have a few withdrawals so I’d be happy to take on a few extra,” he assures you. “Do you have your form?” 

“Oh, yes!” You let the straps of your bright pink purse part on your arm and you dig inside. You take out the paper and a scatter rains over the floor. “Oops!” You bend to collect the wrapped candies and the heart lollipop. “I kinda... hurried here.” 

“Not to worry,” he grins down at you as you hold out the form again.  

His eyes skim to your other hand and you open your fist. “Er, you want some?” 

“If you don’t mind? But don’t mention it. I wouldn’t like anyone to think I can be bribed with sweets. Though it may be true,” he winks and takes one of the strawberry candies and the form. “Cerise, an interesting name.” 

He turns and goes back to his desk. You follow behind him, nervous to enter the office completely. There’s another desk. The office is bigger than you expect. You stand across form him as he sits. He lays out the paper and unwraps the candy.  

He pops the sweet into his mouth and hums, “delicious.” 

You teeter on your toes and clasp and unclasp your purse as he searches for a pen. He sucks loudly on the confection. As you try not to fidget, there’s a clink that makes you jump. You peek over at the other man as he returns with a full cup. He drops into his chair with as little caution. 

His eyes meet yours. The line of his brows of them make you flinch. He looks angry but why? Or you think so. You narrow your eyes as you try to see him clearer. 

You turn back to Odinson and shake off the tension. He scribbles with a pen across the bottom of the form. He makes a wet noise with his mouth and the other man grunts. 

“Do you have to?” The dark-haired man snarls. 

“Forgive my office mate,” Odinson tuts as he hands over the paper. “Barnes is rather crotchety since his own office was flooded. You think he’d be a bit more grateful for my generosity, elsewise he’d be languishing in some basement.” 

“I said ‘thank you’,” the other professor mutters. 

“Mm, yes, but not loud enough to hear,” Odinson chides and gives a laugh. “Don’t fret about him. I tease. We are merely adjusting to each other. You must live in residence? You know how it can be to have to adapt to others.” 

“Oh, yes, my roommate is a night owl. I already know I’m not going to get any sleep,” you take the form, “thank you, sir.” 

“Not at all, but I must warn you. This is a language course, not mythology. We use the stories to learn the language so you will need to be attentive to your studies,” he girds, “I’d hate for this all to be for not.” 

“I understand,” you look down at the form. You can kind of make out his signature.  

It’s fine. They have all sorts of assistive technology these days. First year, you go through one text-to-speech. Everything is only so you’re really not worried. And you would love to be able to speak like a viking. 

“I’ll see you in class, professor,” you give a triumphant smile and bounce on your heel as you turn. 

Barnes huffs heavily as you cross the office. You stop as a crinkle comes from your hand. You only realise then you’re still clutching onto the candies. You glance over and slowly near his desk. 

“Do you want one?” You open your hand and offer the candies.  

He doesn’t even look up, “no.” 

Odinson sucks loudly, “don’t be such a bore. Leave him a chocolate. He does like them. He keeps truffles in his drawer.” 

Barnes inhales sharply but doesn’t say a word. You take one of the chocolate balls and put it on his desk. You dump the rest in your bag then spin away. 

“Have a great day,” you chirp as you get to the door. 

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Pairings: Professor!Bucky Barnes x Student!Reader. Frat!Peter Parker x Student!Reader.

Warnings: Age Gap - Bucky (late 40s) x Reader (early 20s). Smut. Cheating. More will be announced as the story is written.

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Professor!SteveRogers x Student!Female!Reader AU

summary: Professor Rogers was a lot of things, but for you, he was even more. A secret affair? A fun little side thing? You didn’t know yet. But you'd gladly seek out every possible moment with him until you did.

a/n: once upon a time I had a crush on my professor… this is what came out of it (don’t worry it didn’t really happen) but shame on me for keeping this in the drafts for so long

thank you @sebsgirl71479 for finding this gif and also very special thanks to @urcatslitterbox for taking the time and making one herself! you are the greatest!

word count: 3.3k

warnings: age gap (reader is of legal age of course), student/teacher relationship, a little fluff (because apparently I can’t do it without) this is obviously smut (dry humping, praise kink, unprotected p in v - wrap it before you tap it guys, slight overstimulation, voyeurism - if you squint), I don't know what else to tell you !MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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“Do you know why I asked you to stay, Ms. Y/L/N?” His arms crossed before his chest as his gaze followed the last students roaming amongst the rows of the vast lecture hall, a blonde strand of hair falling loose and settling in a soft curve over his eye. Professor Rogers looked intimidating, but so damn sexy as well. His biceps bulged beneath the checkered white and blue button-up, his sleeves halfway rolled up, restrained by his evenly muscular forearms.

“To be perfectly honest, Professor,” Your voice stayed even, a slight mockery undertone by the use of formality when you had called him far more personal things than that before. Steve, Stevie, Daddy... you shook out of it - there were still people here. “I don’t. I was quite confident that my assignment was to your... satisfaction.” A smug grin hid behind the last word, as you remembered the actual satisfaction that assignment had brought you as well.

Steve had to hide his smile, too. His eyes darted with amusement when he tilted his head forward to peer up at you through his thick lashes. Your eyes wandered to his legs. His tan chinos were tight on his muscular thighs and the way he leaned back with his knees spread even wider - holy mother of god.

He knew damn well how hot he was, and the annoying thing was that he also knew how to make it work for him. Steve reveled in the power his body language had over you.

He watched as your tights clenched together behind his desk. The simple movement of his fingers on a desk could make you keen thinking about the places they had done that before. His confidence seeped though every fucking vein in his body, dripping in thick undertones and slight remarks out of his mouth and invading your senses through his touch and smell.

He was to die for. Tall, muscular, charming, and older.

You looked him up and down again and as his head tilted to the side you knew exactly that he could read your every thought. His arms opened when the door closed behind the last student, one hand gliding to his inner thigh while the other motioned for you to step closer.

You did.

It was like an automatic response of your body. Though you leaned forwards on the wooden desk, your arms pushing inward to help the cleavage peeking through the collar of your top, Steve’s eyes pulled down in an instant as well. 

“It certainly was.” He rubbed his beard. “I just thought it would be beneficial to go over it once more, highlight the good parts and make sure you know what made them so... enticing.” He leaned forward now, his fingers brushing yours on the sleek surface of the polished wood, though his eyes remained on your breasts. Steve wet his lips before his eyes flicked up to yours again. “I’m willing to thoroughly talk you through the rougher bits as well.”

“Are you implying they weren’t all good?”

“Oh, they were good, just not as good as other parts.” 

It was a game. You knew that, and Steve knew that too. But the little role-playing brought an excitement to this ordeal that couldn’t be denied by either of you. He was like a magnet and your entire body felt like it was made of metal with the pull he had on you. You stood on your toes, pushing yourself further over the table, where Steve stayed entirely still. He was observing you, though. The slight intrigue in the twig of his brow when your lips came dangerously close to his. A fast glint to the double doors leading to the hallways full of students rushing to their next classes. There was no nervousness in his stare though. Steve actually liked the potential threat of getting caught. It spurred him on, enticed him, and turned him on beyond belief. You had learned that just the other week when he had dragged you behind the open door to the janitor's closet of the history building. He had absolutely no shame in getting his hands dirty while all the students walked past the dark room where Steve had his hand firmly pressed above your mouth as his other relentlessly plunged in and out of your wet cunt. 

“Huh.” You pushed back. And even though the muscular blonde on the other side of the desk tried not to react, you caught his shoulder slouch in disappointment. You liked playing tough, though. While his perfume worked hard to pull you back into him, your feet shuffled a little further back, looking him up and down again. His legs were still manspreading on the chair and damn did those thighs look inviting. You knew they were. 

The clock above the double door clicked louder now that the students outside had passed on to their next classes. You had one, too actually. But the professor was boring as hell and who wouldn’t trade a creepy scarf-wearing weirdo for this specimen of a man in front of you right now? Exactly: no one. But they didn’t have that chance. Steve had chosen you, reserved his glances and touches, and kissed for you and it was exciting. Getting to share his experiences, letting the older man take control of your body in such rough yet gentle ways. 

Your legs strode around the desk as Steve’s eyes followed you through the room. His arms had reached out to you once you were close enough for him to grab and once his index finger looped in the belt loops of your jeans, he pulled you onto his lap. As your hands wandered to his shoulders, his snook around your waist, his thumb gently stroking the skin beneath your top. A shiver ran through you when he leaned back, his icy blue orbs piercing the air as they focused on yours, a small smile twinkling in the corner of his mouth. 

“You look good.” You whispered, a hand smoothing over the collar. Steve’s lips escaped a laugh, and even though the sexual tension you build up with the sneaky conversation still lingered in the air, there was a softer, sweeter sound invading the atmosphere right this moment. 

“I know you like the blue.” He mumbled when he dipped forward, his nose brushed your neck and a trial of goosebumps traveled down your back. The rasp in his voice stirred something in your stomach, a slight tingle shooting up to your brain and telling you ‘hey that’s hot!’ In bright and blaring neon lights. 

Steve’s fingers ran down your legs and began massaging your thighs on each side of him. Another strand of hair came loose and fell forward. It tickled your neck as his mouth began to suck its way up to your sweet spot, your hands frantically cramming his shirt at the sudden attack. His tongue shot forward, soothing the place his teeth just nibbled on and the familiar burn ran over your skin as hisses and moans mixed in your mouth. Your hips jolted forward when he finally reached that spot behind your ear, hot breath blowing over the wet skin and a soft kiss right after. 

“You smell...” A growl broke through his speech when your hips ground a second time. “So sweet...” 

A jolt of confidence placed a grin on your lips. The perfume you wore had turned some heads before, but the only one that mattered was Steve’s. His mouth resumed his caress of your skin as his hand wandered to your ass, slowly pushing you forward and guiding you over the growing bulge beneath his pants. 

“Ah, yes!” It was only a breath out when the seam of your jeans was pushed into your clit by the hardness in his lap, but - God did that feel good! Your back arched when he continuously ripped you over the spot, your hands buried in his hair, pressing him deeper into your skin, encouraging him to keep going. 

“Goddamn...” His head switched to the other side of your neck, the skin on the neglected one already hot and tingly. But your sole focus lay between your legs, where his cock massaged your clit in perfectly firm rocking motions. The roughness of the jeans just added to the pleasure creeping through your body.

You could’ve gone like this forever, with the heat rising in your belly and Steve’s muffled panting lingering in the air, but Steve pulled away. A whine brushed over to him when his lips left your skin. You were burning from his touch but at the same time, a cool brush of goosebumps covered your body. It was crazy how much you craved his touch even when he was sitting right in front of you. His stare alone lit a fire within your stomach, butterflies flying wild patterns through every nerve ending when his light blue eyes found yours in the distance of the lecture hall. It had happened suddenly and spiraled beyond your control within days. And then, when he had finally kissed you, it was pretty clear that there was no going back. Steve was like a drug. Something you shouldn’t play with and something that was definitely illegal to pursue, but so so so freaking good because he made you feel things you could have never imagined. 

His voice pulled you back to reality.

“As much as I like your ass in those jeans...” Steve tugged on your Jeans with dark eyes, the silver button glimmered in the lecture hall light when his rough fingers yanked on the material. “They need to go.” That last part was just a growl in your ear but the tire of it made you eagerly wiggle out of the blue denim.

You stepped out of your jeans once he had finally opened them and when his eyes fell on the underwear covering your heat, he pulled you closer by your hips. His thumbs drove circles over your skin, sending yet another tingle of excitement up your spine. His hands wandered back to your behind, squeezing and needing the flesh all while pressing you into his front. 

Your lips attached to his neck like a magnet, your hand scraping the gruff on his chin with excited circles. A growl traveled past his lips when you reached his sweet spot - the one right beneath his ear, making him melt every time. A deviant smile spread about your face but before you could revel in the control you had over him - even if it was just for a short moment - he had you turned around, facing the rows of desks stretching to the walls.

“You’ve been doing this on purpose, haven’t you?” His hand wandered past your breasts down your front and stopped right by the edges of your panties, the other holding you by the hip, pressing his hard-on right to your back. The excitement shooting through you did nothing to hide, slick pooling between your legs, and your nipples already hard pebbles on your skin. “Putting on these scandalous little lace things thinking about how I’ll be seeing them today...” Warm breath tingled at your ear when he leaned closer, pushing his hand past the hem of the lace. “...taking them off of your perfect body.”

You moaned when his fingers slit past your folds, gathering some slick to smoothly roam about your clit.

“Maybe...” The shivers erupting from his touch interrupted your speech until you could collect yourself. “I’m always thinking of you, Stevie.” He bit your neck before his tongue smoothed over the spot again. It was a perfect interplay of pleasure and pain, the wet warm strokes of his tongue soothing the stinging and adding fuel to a desire only he could evoke in you.

“Say it again,” he growled, adding more pressure to the swollen bundle of nerves between your legs. You squirmed as the muscles in your abdomen tightened, clenching around nothing and reminding you what you had been missing. “What else are you thinking about?”

“Your hands all over my body...” Your hand guided his over to your breasts encouraging him to squeeze the soft flesh and breathing heavily when his thumb brushed over your hardened nipple. “Pushing me to bend over that desk while you fill me up with your big cock.”

“Nothing I’d rather do, doll.” Before you knew it your face was gently pressed against the cold and polished wood. Warm hands wandered to your ass where they pulled down your underwear painfully slow, having you fiddle in place impatiently.

“Now, don’t be so hasty, love. I gotta take my time.” You heard his belt unbuckle.

“Unfortunately, Professor, time is the one thing we do not have a lot of...” His hands stopped moving as you called him ‘Professor’, though you knew it wasn’t a bad thing. If anything, it probably turned him on more, which would hopefully speed up the process of him finally filling you up to the brim. Your pussy clenched at the thought of it again - a frustrating reminder of the emptiness you so wished to disappear. 

“Too bad, I would have loved to play with you a little more.”

“Tick Tock...”

“As you wish, princess-” And before the words had even reached your ears, you felt his swollen tip nudge at your entrance, stroking up and down your slit to cover in your arousal as a sinful sound escaped Steve’s lips.

His hands found their way back to your waist before he finally pushed fully into you, leaving you no time to adjust to his size as he started pounding into you with an unrelenting pace. The burn wasn’t painful though. You knew he was big, and even though you had not believed that he would ever fit inside of you, Steve had managed to not only do that but also ruin you for every other man to ever come. 

“Look at your greedy little cunt begging for my cock, practically sucking me in, doll.”

You couldn’t answer, too focused on holding onto the desk and controlling your body not to melt with his strokes as he pushed into you over and over again.

“Gripping me so tight... perfect little pussy.” A slap landed on your ass cheek to which you responded with another loud moan. If there had been a care for anyone to hear you doing the indescribable in this lecture hall before, Steve had certainly fucked it out of you by now. You turned your head watching as he spit down on his cock before it disappeared in you again, his head falling back with shut eyes while he reveled in every piece of pleasure you gave him.

“Fuck!” He locked eyes with you, a determined smirk painting his face when his hand wandered around your body again, finding your clit and rubbing tight little circles over the nub.

Your vision blurred as the hot pleasure crept up your spine. There was something about Steve’s touch that made you feel as though every nerve in your body fired twice and fast. You clenched around him again, watching with pleasure as his brows furrowed.

He picked up his pace, kicking your legs further apart and hitting an even deeper angle now.

“Oh my god!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head before you closed them, trying to last longer than this. The feeling was just too good to let go of so soon. But with Steve’s hunky body towering over you and his cock stroking just the right spot with every moan he pulled from you, that seemed like an impossible task. You tried your best, though, but right when you thought that you would last a little longer, his fingers changed the direction of the circles on your clit and turned your brain to mush.

“I’m gonna- ah”

“The hell you are.” He pulled away, leaving you to whimper with the empty feeling you had never wanted back. But Steve pulled you up and turned you around in one swift motion, walking forward until you were pressed against the desk again. This time, though, he made you lay on your back with a hazy smile.

“I wanna see your pretty face when you come all over my cock.” He placed your legs on his shoulders and grabbed his dick to line it up with your entrance again. Then, he made sure to keep eye contact while he pushed himself into you once again, but this time, painfully slow.

You gripped him tight when he bottomed out, stroking the flesh on your thigh while he pulled back just to pound back in again.

“I fucking love this pussy,” he growled as his pace picked up much to your delight, “it’s mine. Tell me, baby.”

“Yes. Yes, it’s all yours, Stevie.” You couldn’t even focus on the words leaving your mouth at this point. You would say yes to anything he said just to make the feeling of his cock stroking your walls last forever.

“That’s a what?” He halted, raised eyebrows watching you expectantly.

“Yes, sir,” you smirked.

“Good girl.” The pressure built up again and when his hand found its way back to your clit, you felt like exploding. His pace didn’t falter, determination taking over while he watched himself slip in and out of you with hungry eyes. 

You would be busting in seconds if he kept it up like this, your walls clenching tighter and tighter, your stomach feeling rock solid from the pleasure building up with every circle of his thumb and every stroke of his cock.

“Don’t hold back now, sweetheart. Let go. Give it to me.”

That was all it took for the knot to finally come loose. “Ah!” Your back arched off the table while your hands frantically searched for something to grip, the walls of your pussy fluttering and making your core be on fire with pleasure. It just intensified when Steve slowed his strokes to let you ride on the wave of bliss that made your body tingle.

When you relaxed again, you felt your walls pulsing with lazy delight. A weak smile shining through your hooded eyes when you watched him intensify his strokes again. Shaky whimpers left your throat when his cock brushed over your sensitive parts. He was close, too. You could feel him twitching inside of you, waiting for the perfect moment to let go. And you would give him just that.

“You make me feel so good, sir. Your big cock stretches me out, fills me up. I want you to come inside of me.”

“Fuck, keep going.” He closed his eyes, speeding up his movements and making the pressure build right up for you again.

“You’re so big. I can feel you in my stomach, baby. Make me come by just thinking about you. So sexy and strong and- ah oh!”

Steve’s movements staggered his cock twitching as his face contorted into pleasure while you felt his cum spill inside of you. The scene was erotic, and the sounds coming from the man above of you made you reach another orgasm, milking the last drop from him with every pulse of your walls.

Your chest heaved as you leaned your head back, watching the clock above the door. It was too sad this moment was ending.

Though Steve took his time. He watched his juices drip after he pulled out, whispering a low ‘perfect’ into the room that made your head feel hot. 

How was this man making you flustered after shamelessly rearranging your guts in a public lecture hall?

“Put your jeans back on, doll. I don’t wanna get in trouble today.” He winked at you while he zipped up his pants and secured the buckle on top. You stood, fixing his slightly tossed hair and leaving your hand hovering over his jaw.

“Where’d you put my panties?” He kissed you.

“I think I’m gonna keep these,” Steve smiled while stuffing them into his back pocket.

“For revision, I presume?” You smiled with wicked eyes.

“Exactly.”

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Like a Stone 💛 2 💛 3

Walter Marshall and destroyer!Chris

Know Your Place 💜 2 💜 3

Lloyd Hansen and Nick Fowler

Learn the Hard Way 🖤 2 🖤 3

Andy Barber and Cole Turner

Habits 🧡 2 🧡 3

Lee Bodecker and Ransom Drysdale

Words Like Honey 💛 2

Colin Shea and Rafe Cameron

Smile Like You Mean It ❤️ 2

[buckyalpine]

Student Bucky

Shy Beefy Student Bucky x Professor Reader 

No thots, just 

He’s so smitten with his professor, always mesmerized with anything you say, gazing at you with heart eyes while you deliver your lectures. He could listen to you speak for hours, always finding a seat at the very front of the large hall so he doesn’t miss a word. 

He’s too shy to ever raise his hand and participate which is upsetting considering he’s on of the brightest students in your class. You always toss him a soft smile when you see him, adoring the little blush that follows after; it’s even worse when you compliment his papers. 

Every time he thinks about you, his mind ends up going to less than holy places and his hand finds itself down his pants. He can’t help it, thinking about your pretty body in those suits and skirts, how gorgeous you’d look spread out on your desk. You’re so brilliant and pretty and sweet and he isn’t sure how many times its been but his sheets are messy but he’s still so hard. 

He almost has a heart attack when you ask if he’d like to come on board a research project your doing. Obviously he’d never say no but your doe eyes looking up at him are too much and he can only nod in response. 

A few late nights and not so innocent touches later 

He’s so shy, he’s not even aware of how his size engulfs you under him, all his focus set on making you feel so good, giving you all the pleasure you deserve. 

“Does-does it feel good for you?” He asked timidly, biting down on his bottom lip, keeping his moans down, abs tensed from holding his body back from releasing too quickly. He can feel his cock throbbing, his orgasm already at the base of his length.

“So good baby, so so good”  You moan, your arms and legs wrapped around his body, the both of you in the middle of your large bed, all clothes tossed off, nothing separating you. “Making me feel so good baby”

The pet name makes him feral as he preens, adjusting his hips so he can fuck the very depths of your soul making you see stars. He maneuvers your legs higher up on his waist, loving the way your ankles are locked around his lower back. You let your hands wander around his body, clawing at the muscles on his back, and holding onto his biceps. 

“M’I doing okay?” He pants against your skin, hesitantly bringing his hands to lace with yours, pinning you against the mattress. All you can do is moan and nod, the tip of his cock hitting that sensitive spot just right, your arousal making a creamy mess all along his veiny girthy shaft. “Yeah? M’making you feel good?” 

“You’re-so-thick-oh God” You cry out between thrusts, gasping at the stretch while he blushes, keeping his face hidden from you.

“I am?”

You giggle at his shyness, kissing his temple, finding his soft sweetness endearing.

“So thick baby, cock stretching me so good”

“You like it?”

“So fucking good James”

“M’gonna cum” He whines out, his pace growing sloppy but he doesn’t want to stop, he wants this night to last (not realizing it was the first of many). You gasp when he pulls out and buries his face between your legs. He laps at your arousal, mixed with his precum, your sensitive cunt soaking his scruffy cheeks. 

“Wan you to cum first” He shoves two fingers into your sopping core, thrusting and curling them till your screaming, your thighs trapping him in. 

“JAMES” 

“Say-say my name” He lets out a broken moan, growling when he feels your hand tug at his roots, his eyes rolling back. “You taste so good”

“You like that sweet boy? Like when I moan your name?” Your back arches off the bed as he suckles on your swollen clit, your body convulsing as pleasure consumes you. He laps up every drop you give him, not giving you a second to catch your breath; he flips you over with ease, bringing your ass all the way up and shoves his cock back in.

“F-FUCK JA-MES” you claw at the sheets while his large hands grip your hips, slamming your ass back on him to meet his thrusts, his heavy balls hitting your throbbing clit each time.

“You feel so good, don’t wanna pull out” he moaned, throwing his head back, nearly whimpering when he feels you flutter and clench around his swollen cock, your second orgasm already barrelling towards you.

“Can-can I cum in you?” He’s asking permission but he doesn’t know if he’ll have the willpower to pull out if you said no. He’s never felt so good, his cock harder and more sensitive than ever, your pussy swallowing every Inch he gives.

“Cum in me sweet boy” you slur out, letting him man handle you, getting off on how soft and sweet he is, a stark contrast to the way he fucked like an animal.

“Cum with me” he cries out, snaking his hand around to rub your clit, letting his heavy body collapse on top of you, rutting into you, letting his cock rub against your sweet spot. “M’gonna cum so much for you, fuck”

He gives you a few more harsh thrusts before he moans loudly in the back of your neck, his hands reaching out to grab something, locking with yours.

You both lay panting in a post sex haze, his warm cum making you thighs sticky. It doesn’t take long to feel him get hard inside you again, a low rumble emitting from his chest when you clench around him. He slowly drags his cock out before pushing it back in, letting his cum squirt out onto the sheets.

“Can I?” He asks softly, between gently thrusts, wrapping his arms around you when you nod, taking his time to savour your soft body wrapped around his large one. “Don’t wanna leave, you feel so good”

“We have all night baby, all night”

[kmartkiddieisle]

Saw some absolute diva out there say

“cherik walked so lokius and sambucky could run”

And gabriell.ee22 if you’re out here I love you.

[mkpersephone]

I need a Cherik vs. Stucky fic so badly.

I love it when popular ships go against eachother!!!

Imagine if Bucky hurts Charles under hydra control (don't kill him, just send him to the hospital), then Erik wants to take revenge, and now Steve has to stop Erik and save Bucky.

The fact that Hydra is a Na*y organization and the Winter Soldier was the one who framed Magneto for the assasination of JFK, I think Steve's job will be very difficult.

MCU Stucky and X-men' 97 Cherik. (Becouse i love old Magneto and his gorgeous hair)

Please tell me your thoughts. I like to hear them. What Erik is going to do? What should poor steve do?

[buckrecs]

Hey hey! Do you have any professor!Bucky series and one shot recommendations? Thanks in advance 💖

Professor!Bucky

masterlist | req masterlist

ONESHOT

Office Hours by @gogolucky13

Professor Barnes gives you a bad grade and you visit him during his office hours to find out why.

honeybee by @wndalovebot

Redamancy by @world-of-aus

Bucky Barnes had no idea about your feelings for him, except that he did.

Bad Intentions by @seventven

dr barnes, y/n’s psychology professor and final year thesis supervisor is going through a rough patch in his marriage. following a heated argument at the end of class, dr barnes spots y/n at an on-campus bar. he makes a twisted revelation.

Imagine by @metalbuckaroo

“you’ve got a pretty mouth.” & “this could get me fired.”

Mastery by @urvenicebtch

Your history professor, Mr. Barnes asks you to stay after class for extra help which leads to...*ahem*... other things(;

“You are. Every inch. The fantasy.” by @becca-e-barnes

Buttoned Up by @disturbedbydesign

Even though you were one of the top students in his class, Professor Barnes had always been cold to you. You had tolerated his indifference all semester, but when his end-of-term dinner party invites went out and you weren't on the list, you decided it was the last straw—it was time to confront him about it and find out what the hell his problem was. The answer would surprise you.

Tenure Track by @disturbedbydesign

You and Professor Barnes had been at each other's throats from the moment you met, and when a tenure position opens up in your department, the claws come out.

Like Real People Do by @navybrat817

Bucky decides to stop being professional and take what he wants.

Imagine by @saltiestdemonloves

where you sleep on his couch while he works late so he can keep an eye on you

Professor Bucky by @buckycuddlebuddy

masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

SERIES

Steel Blue by @youlightmeupfinn

When you experience the most intense night of the summer alongside Bucky, who you nickname Steel Blue, you weren't expecting to fall pregnant. When a positive pregnancy test meets your eyes a few days before school starts, you know it belongs to the man who you'd never see again. Until you walk into your Romanian Linguistics class and he's your professor.

ephemeral by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes fell in love with you, but the universe isn’t all that forgiving.

“sup, professor @/bbarnesjames” by @aescapisms

Bucky Barnes is the “most handsomest man” that you have ever laid your eyes on and oh, would you look at that. He’s your professor.

Show Me Love by @lenavonschweetz

Where sex-on-legs Dr. Barnes is your History professor that makes it impossible to pay attention in class.  Perhaps it’s the danger of it all, but god help you - you can’t stay away.

Busted by @mysterioh

Nat asks you about a certain contact by the name of “Bucky Boo Bear 🐻💖💕💗” and gets the surprise of a lifetime.

+ All Yours by @sinner-as-saint

Student!Bucky x Professor!Reader

One of your students confess their feelings for you and things get interesting...

[daliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa]

why does his lap seem so comfortable?