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Something Sweet
Pairing: Sugar Daddy! Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: 18+ smut ahead!!! Thigh riding, public stuff, dirty talk, sugar relationships, power dynamics, dom/sub undertones
Word Count: 4.9K
Summary : A chance run in with a handsome stranger turns out to be the opportunity of a lifetime
a/n: for @the-slumberparty September Bingo Challenge! No bingo for me this round, I got it in JUST UNDER THE WIRE! Takes me waaaaayyy to long to write lol. Thanks for reading, Iâd love your feedback! Reblogs and comments are love <3
You placed the candy bar on the counter in front of the very bored cashier. You dug through your purse and pulled out your debit card and handed it over. A queue had started to form behind you as you tapped your hand in anticipation.Â
âDeclined.â The cashier said, holding out the card for you. Your stomach dropped. You were afraid this was going to happen. You were so sure that you had enough in your account for at least a candy bar. You had paid the overdraft fees from last month, so you should have been set. Your stomach gurgled a bit. You were so hungry.Â
âUm, can you try it again?â You asked, hoping it was some sort of mistake, that the bank was just a little slow to catch up with your account. She let out a sigh and placed it in the machine again. Â
You could feel the stares behind you. You looked back at the line; directly behind you was a tall man dressed in a suit, checking his watch. He looked like he must be very important. He had dark brown hair that was neatly styled and just a touch of a five oâclock shadow. It was incredibly handsome. His icy blue eyes flicked from his Rolex to you, making you quickly turn back to the cashier.Â
âDeclined. Again.â The cashier handed it back this time with a look insisting you take the card from her. Humiliated, your cheeks began to turn red.Â
âSorry.â You mumbled as you shoved your card back into your purse so you could clear the shop as quickly as possible. In your haste, you accidentally ran into Mr. BusinessMan. You collided with his body like a brick wall. âSorry! Iâm so sorry! Fuck Iâm a mess.â You cried out as you ran past him this time.Â
You ran directly out onto the street, the cool air filling your lungs. You dropped down onto the curb to spend a minute catching your breath. You could feel your heart still racing, your body going into fight or flight mode.Â
Money, money, money. It all always came back to money. If you didn't have the money for a god damn candy, how were you going to make rent in less than two weeks? Tears threatened to escape your eyes and you squeezed them shut.Â
Here you were, no food in your stomach and soon to be no roof over your head. You looked at your phone, a flip phone from 2013 that miraculously still worked. The last text you had gotten was from your mom âFridge broken. Send more this month.âÂ
God fucking damn it.Â
âHey! I think you forgot this.â A deep voice called out behind you. You turned to see the business man from the shop! Confused, you grabbed your purse and checked to make sure you hadnât left your keys or something. The man held the bar you had left at the counter. He held it out to you. You didnât go to grab it, you just stared.
âOh. Um, you didnât have toâŚâ You began but he squatted down next to you and placed the candy on your lap.Â
âWe all have bad days. Doesnât cost me nothing to be nice. You look like you deserve something sweet.â He had a very kind smile on his face. It did cost him something though, it cost him more than what was currently in your bank account. âYou ok?â
âIâmâŚIâm ok. Iâm going to be ok. Thank you, really.â You could feel the tears spilling over and you started to wipe your face so he wouldnât see.
âYou must really like candy to be crying over it.â He lightly joked, which only made you want to cry more. You let out a little laugh that sounded more like a strangled gasp. It was so overwhelming, the simple act of charity.
âItâs justâŚreally really nice of you.â You gasped, the tears finally flowing freely. âI donât remember the last time anyone has ever given me somethingâŚIâm sorry. Iâm sorry.â
âHey, hey, hey, youâve got nothing to apologize for.â He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. âIâm James.â
You gave him your name, finally ceasing your tears. You took a deep breath, you couldnât just fall apart in front of this kind stranger, he was probably running late to some sort of business meeting anyway.
âYou have a way to get home?â he asked, he pulled out his phone and began to tap on it. You nodded your head.Â
âYes, yes I do. I have money left on a bus card, really thank you so much James.â He smiled at you when you said his name. He placed his phone back into his suit jacket. He took your hand and helped you up. With your spiral into darkness slightly stalled, you took in your savior. He was so classically handsome. When you looked into his blue, blue eyes you felt like you were drowning in them. He tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear, your heart raced.Â
âGet home safe, alright doll?â You nodded, clutching the candy bar to your chest. You took off down the street after giving a soft goodbye. The kindness of strangers had given you more hope than you had in a long time.Â
You idly wondered about James as you ate on the bus. Your money problems were still lingering in the back of your mind but your thoughts were clear.Â
You tore open the candy bar, taking a bite of the delicious treat. The chocolate melting on your tongue, the sugary sweetness coated your mouth. You got a rush from the sugar and let out a sigh.Â
Maybe things were going to be ok, it was a sign that the universe was on your side.Â
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You put on your waitress face and did your best to keep up the highest energy tonight. You were all bubbles and giggles throughout the shift. You would smile and laugh at every lame joke a customer would tell you.
Half way through your shift the place was packed. You should be grateful it was busy, you were getting good tips but hadnât had a moment to breathe since you walked out onto the floor. You carefully balanced a tray of shots and an order of bacon-wrapped dates to drop off before you made it to the party that just sat down in your section. The hostess had put them back in the booth that was partially tucked away with velvet curtains. Big spenders for sure. You smoothed down your dress and tossed your hair over your shoulders as you made your way over.Â
âHiii how are we doing tonight Gentle--â You began your usually bubbly opener, voice high pitched and energetic but as you took in who was sitting in front of you, you stumbled.Â
James. Your candy savior. The bodega hero. Him and three other men were waiting to be served. He was wearing a new suit, this one with no tie and a few buttons undone from his shirt. Damn he could really rock a suit, he filled this one out perfectly too. FUCK. Â
âAhem, excuse me gentlemen. So what can I start you off with?â You quickly recovered, grabbing your pad and pen and focusing your eyes on the paper. You prayed that with your heavy makeup and fluffed up hair that maybe he wouldnât recognize you, or maybe just wouldnât even remember.Â
âHey there sweetheart, hope my good looks didnât startle you.â His charming grin grew as you bashfully waved your hand at him.
âOh I'm used to handsome, it's just a little busy in here tonight. Are we just starting out the night? Maybe with some shots?â You offered with a grin of your own. He seemed pretty pleased with your flattery. James was silent as the other two ordered a round of shots, his gaze was fixed on you. You went to turn to put the order in but as you went Jamesâs hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist.Â
You froze and stayed.
âHold on a minute Doll, you didnât take my order yet.â His voice was low and easy. You lightly moved your hand out of his grasp to put pen to paper. You nodded to him hoping to get his order. âI want a whiskey. Neat. And bring the whole bottle out.â
âWhoa, weâre getting bottles tonight?â
âSounds like you guys are going to have some fun!â You said quickly writing down the order with a flourish. This time you managed to escape to put the orders in. As you waited by the bar for the orders you felt your heart racing. It wasnât just the adrenaline of the fast paced night. Seeing James again had put you completely off kilter. It was humiliating, the last time he saw you, you were crying in the street. He must find you so pathetic. If he even recognized you?
James and his party stayed practically til closing, ordering more and more. The bill they were racking up was so notable that Jeremy himself came out to thank them for their patronage. The other girls were all playfully jealous, it wasnât you who could normally hook in the big spenders like that.Â
âSadly, it seems weâve got to end it here. Little guy canât hold his liquor.â James said motioning to the one you learned was named Sam.
âMâfine.â He slurred. The blonde man who was called Steve laughed and threw an arm around him as he swayed. The two made their way to the exit leaving you alone at the table with James. He smiled at you expectantly. You just wanted the night to be done with.Â
âWhenever youâre ready!â you placed down the bill on the table.Â
âHold on Doll, Iâm ready now.â He pulled out a shiny black card from his wallet, and quickly scribbled down on the receipt. You took the card with a smile, ready to go charge it. You glanced down on the tip and your eyes nearly fell out of your head.Â
He had given you a 100% tip.
âProblem?â He asked, innocently cocking his head to the side. You glanced at the bill again, rereading it as slowly as you could to try to make sure you werenât mistaken.
âI think you might have mixed up the tip and the total-âÂ
âNo mistake. Iâm tipping for the fantastic service.âÂ
âI really donât know how comfortable I am with that James. Is this because of this morning?â Your voice was pathetically small.Â
âOh so you do remember me?â He asked flatly. You looked up at him. His sudden tone made your stomach clench.Â
âI meanâŚof course I do but thatâs not very professional of me. Iâm sorry-â You immediately tried to amend the situation. This was somehow your fault, you could tell.Â
âYou apologize a lot. You donât have to be sorry for getting something you want.â Jamesâs tone was no longer angry.Â
âI donât need pity.â
âIt's not pity, Doll. You gave me a service and now Iâm paying you what I think is fair. I know you probably arenât used to people giving you what youâre worth. You probably donât even know what your worth is, do you?â When his icy blue eyes met yours it was like you were really being seen for the first time. You loved it as much as you hated it.Â
âIâm notâŚIâm not worth anything much. Hereâs your card sir, have a good night.âÂ
You ran off, your face hot with humiliation.Â
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You had hoped that would be the end of it. Even with the insane tip from James you were still on the outs with your money. Now that rent could be made there was the electricity, gas, and water. Then the money you would send back to your family, oh and food for yourself. You couldnât forget that. You kept all ten shifts that you had managed to beg Jeremy for. The big night with James made him much more amenable to your requests.Â
It was only for a split second but you saw him at the hostess table. With two different men at his side, there stood James for the second night in a row. You whipped your head around and scurried to the back.Â
âWanda, heâs here again. Again!â You squealed to your co-worker who was just preparing to start her shift.Â
âWho, Mr. Moneybags? Well arenât you lucky.â She said, giving you a playful glare.Â
âI donât want to deal with him again. Please take my table?â you pleaded.Â
âDonât need to ask me twice, Iâll be getting that nice tip tonight.â She tossed her coppery hair over her shoulder and smoothed down her dress one final time before strutting out onto the floor.Â
He wasnât here for you, you told yourself. You were just being paranoid. Wanda was going to have all of them eating out of her hands by the end of the night, you told yourself as you started out towards your first table. You pushed it from your mind.Â
But you couldnât help but glance over to his table, and the glance was more than enough to see that James was not happy. Wanda and her incredible curves didnât seem to distract him at all. You could see her laughing and chatting but James was a dark cloud. Â
Fine, who cares, he was going to give Wanda a ludicrous tip because he was a generous tipper. He wasnât pitying you, he wasnât trying to give you charity, that's just who he is. You scamper towards the kitchen to put in your orders and hopefully hide out a while.Â
Wanda came back towards the kitchen, placing her orders and grabbing the food that was ready. Her beautiful smile fading into a line when she made eye contact with you.Â
âThey were really really insistent that it has to be you tonight. Even just to go over and say hi. â She said, her tone was dry. Nervous butterflies erupted in your stomach. You bit your lip. What could this possibly mean?Â
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You were normally pretty steady in your heels, but the floor was suddenly uneven as you approached Jamesâs table.
âWell hi there, gentlemen. I-I can take your drink orders tonight. Give Wanda a hand.â You babbled, trying not to flub over any words.Â
James smirks at you victoriously. He doesnât need to say anything, his eyes say it all. He had gotten his way. Â
The party once again racked up a ridiculous tab. Nothing was stopping him. The rest of the table had cleared out quickly, leaving just you and James.Â
He opened his wallet and laid out the tip, bill by bill. He pushed the fat stack to you, not breaking eye contact once.Â
It was multiple hundred dollar bills, but you were too stunned to count. The anxiety that had been building since you first caught a glimpse of James again finally came bursting out of you in a tidal wave. You tossed the cash back on to the table.Â
âPlease stop. I canâtâŚI canât keep doing this, I donât know what you expect from me.â You gasped, allowing your facade to crack as you stared up at him with tears wetting your eyes.Â
You werenât scared. But you were confused. This sort of attention must have meant he wanted something from you andâŚyou were fairly certain of what that was.Â
âThis is how this business works, you did something for me, and I paid for your services.â
âI -- I--â Your breath was caught in your throat as he leaned closer to you to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.Â
âPoor thing, youâve never been treated well in your whole life, have you? I know why youâre so nervous. Youâre not stupid, you're really smart. I donât expect anything from you tonight.â
He took a breath and it was like he was stealing the air right from your lungs. âBut. I would like to make an offer, if youâd be interested. I just want one hour of your time.âÂ
âIâm not a whore.âÂ
He caught your chin in his hand and made you look back at him, his eyes dark and humorless.
âWhat an ugly word. Nobodyâs calling you that doll. Have dinner with me.â His thumb traced over the apple of your cheek. Â
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One hour of your time. You kept thinking about it over and over again. It was just one hour. This ostentatiously wealthy man was paying you to have dinner with him. Itâs not a crime. But it felt so dangerous. Sneaky and dirty. Part of it was terrifying but it was alsoâŚexciting.Â
This restaurant was leaps and bounds above your place of work. It was all very classy. You tugged on your skirt just a bit, hoping you werenât going to stick out. You were brought through the restaurant, up some stairs to a private party room. It was a huge table, with only two places set, a glow with dozens of candleâs soft light. The walls were all windows, looking over the restaurant the other a breathtaking view of the city.Â
James was waiting for you when you arrived. He looked you up and down appreciatively, his eyes lingering. He stood up like a gentleman when you got to the table. He pulled the chair out for you.Â
âOh um, thank you.â You said as he pushed you into your spot once you were seated.Â
âNo thanks necessary, Doll.â He placed the napkin from the plate on your lap before returning to the seat across from you. The waiter who brought you up took your drink orders before leaving you alone.Â
The door clicked closed and suddenly there was a tense silence between you two. What was next? Were you supposed to say something? Or should you wait for him?Â
âI trust the ride over was pleasant?â
âYeah, um, no issues at all. Iâve never been here before, any recommendations?â Why were you so awkward? Should you be seductive? Should you be professional? Was this a business transaction or a date? Every time your eyes met his he looked hungry. For you. It made you flush.Â
âYou can get anything your heart desires. Pick out whatever has the most zeros next to the name.â He grinned. âThe seabass is pretty good too.â
You wrinkled your nose a bit. âIt's not tooâŚfishy is it?âÂ
âWell it is fish.â
âBut is it fishy fish?â James laughed at that.Â
âIt's a fishy fish. The steak is good too, but it's a steaky steak. So you know.â He joked. It made you laugh a bit too. It was like a spell was cast over you, the tension was released and your nerves vanished. The conversation flowed between the two of you easily. Â
Your food came, he didnât bring up anything. He had asked for an hour of your time, because he was going to propose something to you. You had friends who had âboyfriendsâ who werenât really their boyfriends. Men who would pay for the fun that night, but they got paid back in other ways.Â
You never had thought of yourself as that girl. But here you were. The anticipation made you nervous but you couldnât deny the excitement.
He ordered dessert for the two of you, champagne and strawberries with cream and chocolate.Â
You glanced at your phone, there was about ten minutes left of âyour timeâ that he had purchased.Â
âI hope Iâm not so boring that youâre counting down the minutes.â James commented as you put your phone back in your purse. You shake your head.
âNo I justâŚwe have some things to discuss right? And an hour is what you asked forâŚâ
âI am willing to pay overtime, if youâre still enjoying yourself. But if weâre down to the minute here, we should talk.â He folded his hands on the table.Â
âI like you, I think that we can make something together. You seem like you need some help and call me old fashioned but I just can't resist a damsel in distress. Iâm a busy man, with a lot of work and a full schedule, not really much time for dating. Not a fan of the apps either. What I am looking for is an arrangement. I want a companion and can keep you very well compensated for it.â
âSo youâve hadâŚarrangements like this before.â You asked slowly. It didnât make much sense to you. He was so unbelievably handsome. How could he have trouble finding anyone to be with?. He filled out his clothes so well, his strong square jaw made you want to swoon. How could it be you that he wanted?Â
âYes. Does that bother you?âÂ
âI-Iâve never done anything like this before.â You admitted. You cleared your throat. âWhat sort of things are you looking for from yourâŚcompanion.â Your eyes were suddenly very focused on the bowl of strawberries in front of you. You hadnât had a boyfriend before, but youâd been with men. Your idea of a sugar daddy was always a creepy old man, desperate for a young thing to fuck. But he didnât seem desperate at all. The way he pinned you with his gaze was making you feel desperate for him.Â
James reached out and placed his hand over yours.
âI am looking for everything. I want someone whoâll keep me company at home, someone I can buy gifts for, someone I can take out on dates.â He squeezed your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over your wrist. âIâd like someone whoâs going to stay the night too.â
Your stomach flipped. You knew what he meant.Â
âAh, like, sleepovers?â You giggled nervously. âI was never allowed to have those, as a kid. I always had to watch over my siblings.âÂ
âI didnât have any either. Romanian immigrant parents. They didnât reallyâŚget it?â James smiled, it was different from the grin that had been on his lips all night. It almost seemed shy. âSo maybe we should make up for lost time, hm?â
âBut what would it be like? Being yourâŚcompanion?â You were testing the waters. He was being a bit too vague for your liking. The word sugar baby had never been said but thatâs what this was going to be wasnât it? He wasnât asking you to be his girlfriend. But he wanted you. And you wanted him.Â
Should you get a contract? Or was that only something that happened in trashy romance novels?
He picked the bottle of champagne, his veins bulged in his strong grip. He easily flicked the cork off, popped the champagne with a loud bang that made you jolt. He smirked at your reaction. He poured himself a glass effortlessly then stood, walking to your side of the table. He was completely relaxed, in total control the whole time.Â
He towered above you as he poured the bubbling liquor into the champagne flute in front of you. You could smell the rich musk of his cologne. He picked it up to offer it to you.
âIf you agree to be mine, I would take you out to nice places like this, buy you whatever you like and then we would keep having fun all night.â His eyes sparkled. Your heart began to flutter, his eyes making you feel like you were the only person on earth. And you could get anything you wanted.Â
You took the flute from him. You took a sip of the dry sparkling wine. It tasted expensive.Â
âDo you want me to quit my job?â You said plainly.Â
âBeing CEO means I don't exactly have a 9-5 schedule and neither does a cocktail waitress. I donât want to have to deal with scheduling around each other. Part of this is about you being available to me. You can take a leave of absence?â He was still standing, but had leaned against the table facing you. The CEO drop gave you a slight pause. You knew he was rich butâŚyou were nervous to ask just how rich. Did it matter? You wondered to yourself. He was so handsome, you didnât need specifics. You needed him.
âI donât think that's an option for me.â You said trying not to roll your eyes.Â
âTrying not to seem too pushy Doll, butâŚI want you to quit your job. Iâll be your job from now on. I can cover any of the expenses youâd need a job for. Being mine means spending late nights at my apartment, weekend trips to Europe, I donât want you to worry about anything but me. If you agree, of course.â
He held out his hand to you. âOr is my time up?âÂ
You grabbed his hand. Your fingers interlocked. You nodded your head. James smiled and pulled you out of your seat. You quickly stood, eyes looking up into the icy blue pools that captivated you. His lips lightly pressed against yours. It was so soft and romantic, you surrendered to him easily. Your lips moved against him, assuring him, assuring yourself, you could do this.Â
âYou know why I got the strawberries right?â He asked as he pulled away motioning to the nearly forgotten dessert.Â
âYesâŚIâve seen Pretty Woman. They bring out the sweetness of the champagneâ You replied smartly. He laughed again. You made him laugh a lot, and every time you did your heart would race.
âI got them because Iâm pretty sure you have a sweet tooth. And I thought it could be fun.â He scooped a dollop of cream onto a berry and brought it up to your lips. You obediently opened your mouth, taking a bite of the fruit. The bright, sharpness of the berry was contrasted by the fluffy sweetness of the cream. It was so decadent you needed a minute before you could take another bite.Â
He pressed his hands against the small of your back and guided you slowly towards him.
He eased down onto the chair, planting his feet on the floor.Â
He gripped your hips and pulled you to straddle his thigh. He guided you down and you followed his lead. You slowly lowered onto him.Your crotch rubbed against his thigh, you grabbed onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself. His fingers went to your dress and hiked it up to your waist.
You let out a gasp, your eyes quickly darting to the door. He grabbed your chin and pulled your focus back to him.Â
âYou donât have to worry about anything tonight. You just have to be mine.â He murmured, his breath fanning over your face. Your face was burning with embarrassment, youâd never been so intimate in public before.
He began to tap his heel making you bounce up and down. His hands went to your ass. The delicious friction made you bite down hard on your lip as your arousal started to mount.Â
âJames ahh--â You tried to ask but pleasure started to rocket up your core. Your eyes rolled back as he continued to rock you on his thighs. He shushed you, burying his face in your neck. His hands finally left your hips and grasped your breasts. You moaned at the sensation. You wrapped your arms around his neck, arching your back bringing his face to your cleavage.Â
Your hips moved of their own volition now, faster as the sweet ache between your legs grew.Â
They glided over and over his thick thighs, building in speed as you chased after your high. Bouncing up and down, no longer concerned with anyone who might see.Â
âWhat do you want?â he gasped. Suddenly stopping you mid thrust, his grip on your ass held you still.Â
âHuh?â you whined, wiggling your hips a bit, but he held you firm.Â
âTell me sweetheart, how do I close this deal, what do you want?â James whispered in your ear, letting his breath tickle you.Â
âI--â You took a moment. Your panties were soaked through, you could feel your slickness on his pants. You felt so wanton, but this was what you wanted. âI want my rent paid.â
âDone.âÂ
âAnd I want a new phone.â He just nodded as his lips connected with your neck. You moaned as he lightly bit down on your neck alternating between pain and sweet kisses. You suddenly felt powerful, more powerful than you ever had in your life. âI also have student loans and money for savings a-and my sisterâs starting high school this year and sheâs going to need a laptop, so--âÂ
His lips had finally worked your neck enough and collided with your lips. He kissed you so fiercely, so overwhelmingly hot that you completely lost your train of thought and surrendered to it.Â
âDeal.â he panted as he pulled away from your lips, his forehead resting against yours. You started to ride his thigh again, desperate for a release as the coils inside you wind together tighter and tighter.
âFuck Doll thatâs right, use me, ride my thigh, youâre mine now. Show you how good it is to be mine.â James grunted as you chased your high.
Waves of pleasure came crashing over you. You writhed on his thigh, your panties sticking to the sides of your walls as you collapsed forward. Pressing your head to his shoulder, you could feel him chuckling.
You liked being his. You felt small in his lap as he smoothed down your dress. He wiped some of the sweat off your brows.Â
You take another sip of the champagne. It wasnât sweet, but you could get used to it.
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I know you haven't written sugar daddy Bucky yet, but is he into somno? Please say yes.
Is sugar daddy!Bucky into somnophilia, nonnie? That's a given.
Maybe you're in bed and a light breeze rolls in from the balcony or maybe you're sunbathing on his yacht and you dozed off. Doesn't matter. He wants you. And maybe part of the arrangement is that he can use you while you sleep. Mutually agreed upon because consent is sexy.
Except he doesn't like to think of it as using you. He wants you to enjoy it. Doesn't mean anything if you don't feel good.
And whether or not you wake up, you can still make out his deep groan of satisfaction and rumble of âthatâs my girlâ when you let go.
Love and thanks! â¤ď¸
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do you have a ceo bucky list ?
CEO!Bucky
masterlist | req masterlist
ONESHOT
With Love by @jobean12-blog
Bucky might be the most powerful, successful, smartest, sexiest, most perfect CEO in all of New York but heâs your sweet and soft husband first and knows just how to show it.
Cuffing Season by @lunarbuck
Happy birthday, Mr. Barnes
SERIES
The Bienville by @indyluckycharlie
Bucky is the young CEO of his familyâs publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, heâs finally taking a much needed vacation (upon the advice of his well-meaning family and friends). Solo and feeling a little lost, Bucky finds himself getting a little attached to the front desk receptionist, a local who grew up on the islands and dreams of bigger things.
Monster-In-Law by @holylulusworld
Your mother-in-law is the worst. She will try anything to ruin your loving relationship with Bucky. Will she succeed?
Beneath The Milky Twilight by @bucksangel
Being Mr. Barnesâ personal assistant has been tough, balancing a full time job while taking care of your younger brothers has you running yourself thin. Then, things take a sharp turn after a dinner with your boss when you disclose your financial situation.
Not Me by @simsadventures
Billionaire/entrepreneur Bucky is married to seemingly timid and meek wife, the reader. While he hates her with all he has, she tried to act her part as the wife of the big CEO. And while their relationship falls apart more and more, they both realised there might be more to the story than they previously believed. Will they be able to repair the damage thatâs been done, or will they find happiness in somebody elseâs arms?
Eye For An Eye by @sinner-as-saint
Battered and bruising, Y/N is out to seek sweet revenge from a man, James Buchanan Barnes, who tore her family apart 10 years ago. Y/Nâs plan was simple; infiltrate his life, mess with his head, toy with his heart and leave him broken. Headstrong, she will stop at nothing, not even when it comes down to her being the villain in her own story...
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Sexuality Profile: Andy
The main thing about Andy is that he likes power and control.
Not in a hardcore BDSM way, mind you. Oh no. He's a true Daddydom.
Mature Content below the break. Consume Responsibly.
He really loves to just have you be his good girl who's always going to listen to him and be sweet and needy for him. His wife is frigid, so he loves having a woman who is always ready and willing. He likes feeling wanted for a change.
So he's definitely the most "Daddy" of all your five guys, and he knows it because you tell him all the time. You call him Daddy waaay more than you do Ari, Lloyd, Kemp, or Bucky.
When you're with him, he's in complete control - and that's how you like it! He takes over so you don't have to worry about anything. Gone is the usually calculating, business savvy sex worker. In her place? A vulnerable, sweet girl.
You wouldn't characterize it as "age play," what you two do. It's more so just focused on a power imbalance dynamic: He's the smart, in charge, capable one; and you're the innocent, helpless, dumb(ish) one. It's a persona you fall into for him, and yet it doesn't feel like 'acting' at all. You love the escape of getting to be a sweet dumb thing for him.
Andy and Kemp are the only ones of your five who are married (Ari's divorced). Now, Kemp is just completely disengaged from his wife, but you don't get the sense that he minds her.
Andy minds Laurie. He is very unhappily married and would prefer to be divorced, but the stakes are too high (finances, custody of his son). There is ... something else, though.
You don't know what, but there is something dark in his past that Laurie knows about and holds over him. Andy once did something to protect his son Jacob, and you have your suspicions, but he shuts down whenever you ask (so you don't ask).
Whatever is is, you know he's stuck living in a house with a woman he hates.
So for Andy in particular, you really do serve as an escape. You're everything his wife Laurie isn't: submissive, kind, caring, young and sweet, accommodating, and sensual.
He's been diminished and emasculated by his wife for so long, you're like a breath of fresh air to him. You're a place he can come to relax, indulge ...
... and even vent. Out of all your daddies, Andy is the most into spanking.
And for him it's not just a spur of the moment kind of thing. Sure, he'll give you a playful swat during sex, but he also has rules and discipline set in place for you and will calmly punish you with spankings when you fall short.
One of your favorite places to be is over his lap on the bed, his steady voice asking if you're comfortable "before we get started," his hands caressing lightly all over your bum before that first, dedicated smack comes down.
Andy knows how to spank, and his big, masculine hands can pack a wallop. He'll usually let you grind, or situate a vibrating toy under you while he spanks. It's only if you've really done bad that he'll spank you without any stimulation at all.
Now, you like smacks during sex just fine, but you never imagined that you could get so wet from grinding your clit against your daddy's thigh while he punishes you.
You've discovered a lot of things about yourself, thanks to your five daddies, and with Andy the biggest realization you've come to is that you crave having a big, strong, kind and bossy man in control of you. In fact you thrive on it. After so many years of hustling and being "that boss bitch," you're tired of the grind and of having to constantly look out for yourself because no one else will. Andy is a relief to you, in that way.
You call him Daddy a lot, and sometimes "Mr. Barber," when you're being saucy or playful (and it's an instant boner from him when you do).
Andy's favored pet names for you are "babygirl," "sweetheart," and "little one/little miss."
He thrives on making you feel safe and cared for. He loves that protector and provider role. Whenever something upsets you with one of the other guys, he can always tell (and he'll spank, tickle, or edge you until he finally gets the answers out of you.)
Andy and you have a game you play. You'll snuggle together on the couch and you'll both let your hands roam as you watch the movie, teasing and touching and rubbing each other until the end credits roll. It's it's own weird little sort of tantra: playful, teasing, and guaranteed to have you dripping wet by the end of the movie.
Like Ari, Andy is a big fan of morning sex. He almost always wakes up hard, and he loves to just roll you over and press you down into the bedding, plastered to your back with the lube bottle in hand and coaxing you to just close your eyes and "Let Daddy put it in."
Of all your guys, Andy spends the most time at your apartment. He has a desk there because he works so much, and you have a semi-regular routine of sitting beneath his desk and cockwarming/playing with him. It's a favorite activity of yours (especially during his teleconferences).
Andy loves your womanly body, and he's always grabbing and groping you--even parts that you get squirmy and whiny about when he does (he doesn't care he does it anyway).
He loves to see you in lacy, girlish, innocent things--again, not so much an ageplay thing as it is a sweetness and power imbalance thing. Andy's wife refuses to dress up in "silly things" for him, but you are more than happy to accommodate him.
Since the two of you spend so much time just being snuggly together in the apartment, you always either wear cute and tempting loungewear/pajamas, or else very short skirts/dresses with flirtatious thigh high stockings.
Andy was the first of the Daddies that you met. And he's very typical of the sort of "unhappily married and seeking affection"-type clients you used to get a lot of.
He was much more unhappy then and was more controlling and slightly rougher with you for those first few months, but he's mellowed out the longer he's had you and gotten his needs met.
Fun fact: when you first met him, you were considering getting a labiaplasty, but he absolutely put his foot down and forbid it, because he loves that you're "an outie" as he calls it. He told Ari this information, and now the two of them both make a habit of paying extensive attention to playing with your lips when they go down on you, making their point that you'd better never even think about it.
He likes having anal with you. But since you actively dislike it, he only asks for it on very special occasions, and when he can't have that he still likes to rim you and finger you as part of foreplay. When you do let him, he spends an obscene amount of time getting you ready and making sure you've cum at least once before he puts it in.
His favorite position is you on top to start (because he knows you cum fast that way), and him on top to finish.
And his one fantasy that he hasn't yet confided/fulfilled? He wants to have a threesome with you and Ari. (He'd really love to DP, but he knows that's not likely to happen, because you've told him about Ari's ... size.)
And a secondary fantasy: he wouldn't mind cucking Lloyd - he hates that guy.
If there's something you want to know about Sugar Baby and any of the five daddies, feel free to shoot me an ask!
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⥠modern!sugar daddy!mob!bucky barnes
#fleur museumâ˘#moodboards#mob!bucky barnes#mob!bucky#bucky barnes#sugar daddy!bucky#dilf!bucky barnes#bucky barnes aesthetic#bucky barnes moodboard#mob au#bucky barnes au#sebastian stan#james buchanan barnes#james bucky barnes#mcu au#marvel moodboard#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x oc
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Is this Sugar Daddy!Bucky or is this Sugar Daddy!Bucky đ¤
I think itâs most definitely Sugar Daddy!Buckyđ
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reader is buckyâs sugar baby and the only thing sheâs comfortable being spoiled on hair care products.
bucky mentions to his friends how heâs picking up a gift for his baby and they think itâs jewelry and bucky is like no im getting my girl a deep conditioner since wash day is coming up!
#sugar daddy bucky barnes x reader#sugar daddy bucky Barnes#bucky Barnes x Latina! reader#bucky barnes x black!reader
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this is my main masterlist, everything i ever write will always be here !!
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âĄď¸ the spider kid's best friend | b. barnes
peter befriends a lonely little girl who becomes the light of the avengers' life; especially the one with the metal arm â this is their story.
#sugar's candy shop#daddy!bucky x little!reader#daddy!bucky#daddy bucky barnes#daddy bucky#peter parker x little!reader#daddy!winter solder x little!reader#daddy!winter soldier#daddy winter soldier
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Little snippet of Sugar Daddy love triangle rivals Steve and Bucky to keep @late-to-the-party-81 going until I actually post it!
I'd forgotten how much I'd already written! Just need to get it finished.
âHoney,â Steve smiled, âcome and sit down with us.â He gestured to the leather chairs across from his desk.
âUs?â
âAfternoon,â Mr Barnesâ now familiar baritone made you jump, he closed the door behind you and pulled one of the chairs out politely. âWe need to talk to you about something.â
Steve and Mr Barnes settled into their chairs too, the intensity of their gaze felt like a flame, licking up from your feet and making you feel far too hot in your t-shirt and leggings. You fiddled with your bag, a gift from Steve right at the start of your relationship, it was your go to now, always on the hall table next to whatever beautiful bouquet Steve had sent you on a Monday. Now it felt like a weight, making your knees feel wobbly.
âMr Barnes and I -â
âBucky, please.â From the corner of your eye you could see Buckyâs smile flick upwards.
âBucky-â Steve said, heavily, âand I have just been finalising the details for White Wolfâs security contract at the new gallery.â
âWell, thatâs good news.â You smiled, hoping to mask your nerves behind the batting of your eyelashes and the inviting slick of lipgloss youâd applied before you came in.
âThereâs a detail we need to go over first,â Bucky said, half turning in his chair to look at you, âthereâs something Iâd like before we sign.â
âBucky here,â Steve spat, âwould like to take you on a date.â
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Created two new Bucky wips and I havenât done that in years. Feels good.
First one is a werewolf!Bucky one shot. Tony convinces reader to babysit Bucky during his change (called full moon sitting, because werewolves get lonely and sad rather than vicious on full moons). Instead, Bucky ends up dicking her down in full werewolf mode. Feels guilty about it when he wakes up, but sheâs 100% into it. Happy ending.
Second is a longer fic with sugar daddy!Bucky. When Bucky realizes that reader has never been a sugar baby before and she panics at the sex aspect, he changes the terms. Instead of gifts/money for sex, he just wants her company at events (and then later at his home because heâs incredibly lonely despite his playboy reputation).
Cue accidentally falling-in-love-sugar-baby style. Possible sugar daddy rivals in the form of Prince Loki and Baron Zemo. Eventual happy ending (after much angst and pining).
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would you rather Silverfox sugar daddy Bucky or Alpha Bucky with a biting kink?
Why I would I choose when I can combine?
Silver Fox Sugar Daddy Alpha. â¤ď¸âđĽ
I mentioned the possibility of a sugar daddy alpha, so why not make him a silver fox? đ
The type to see you at a gala and knows you feel a bit out of place. Doesnât even need to say anything. Just watches you until you come over and he decides then and there he needs to bite your neck and claim you.
He'll convince you to quit your job if you have one and move in with him.
He just needs to tell the alpha you arrived with that you're leaving with him.
And you better believe he's going to mark you every chance you get.
Love and thanks! â¤ď¸
#navybrat answers#bucky barnes#alpha!bucky barnes#sugar daddy!bucky barnes#silver fox!bucky barnes#possible future fic#queenoftheworldisdead#bucky barnes x female reader
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I'm starting up taglists AGAIN! Let me know if you want to be added.
#chris evans#steve rogers#steve rogers x reader#marvel#sebastian stan#Andy Barber#Henry Cavill#Sheriff Lee Bodecker#Sugar Daddy Chris Evans#Sugar Daddy Sebastian Stan#Ransom Drysdale#Robert Pronge#Lloyd Hansen#Bucky Barnes#Clark Kent#Taglist#Ari Levinson
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Be Mean To Me
Pairing: Bucky x f!reader
Summary: After a long day at work, you just want to lose all control and have your boyfriend fuck you into oblivionÂ
Warnings: Established relationship, slight angst, fluff, smut, mean!dom!bucky, reader asks for it, they are so in love, rough sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (male receiving), ball sucking, slapping, spit kink?, degradation, humiliation, name calling (slut, whore, bitch, sugar, good girl), daddy kink, some praise, spanking, pussy slapping (like once), safe word (yellow), vaginal sex, no prep anal, Bucky has a huge dick, choking, aftercare, check-ins, crying during sex, crying after sex, soft!Bucky, no mention of Y/N, no description of reader other than being female
Word Count: 4.9k of mostly smut
A/N: This was very self indulgent. Work has been kicking my ass and I want to be taken care of. Any mistakes are my own. If I missed any warnings please let me know. @bucknastysbabe it's done! I think I should go back to therapy. But hey, smut
You feel your throat tighten as you walk up to the apartment you share with Bucky. It was one of those days that left you beaten down and wanting to curl up under your blankets and cry. You didnât even want to go into work this morning, having to force yourself to get ready. Too many rude customers, incompetent coworkers giving you more work than you get paid to do, everything leaving you overstimulated and wanting your boyfriend.
It left a craving deep down inside of you, a want that you knew only he could quell. You just wanted to shut your brain off, have Bucky take care of you, ruin you, treat you like a whore, break you down, just to put you back together again.
You swallow the lump in your throat and unlock the front door, finding Bucky on the couch watching some random action movie that he claimed to hate. At the sight of him your body naturally relaxes and the urge to crawl onto his lap is too much to bear.
âHey, sugar. Iâve been missing you all day. Youâll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- Whatâs wrong?â He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever youâre around him his entire day gets better, a lightness filling his chest, but when he sees how run down you are, his heart literally hurts for you. Bucky wants to protect you from everything, from supervillains all the way to spiders in the house.
âLong day, baby. Just wanna be with you.â He opens his arms and you instantly crawl into his lap, eyes burning with tears you refuse to shed. He runs his metal hand up and down your back, pulling you as close to him as possible, while his flesh hand rests on your head, holding you to his neck, letting you breathe him in.
âWhat can I do for you, sugar? Want to talk about it? I can order from your favorite place. Can run you a bath. Whatever you want, sweet girl.âÂ
âPlease, be mean to me, Bucky.â Bucky feels his heart clench in his chest. He wants to keep your heart safe from whatever it is that is plaguing you, but he knows he canât. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.
âHow mean do you want me, sugar?â Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. Itâs in his nature to be sweet to you, fill you with praise, but that's not what you want right now. You want to be degraded and treated like a fucktoy.
âMean.â You keep your eyes trained on him. This is the only part where you need to keep your head on, make sure that he knows you want this.
âRemember your colors, sugar?â You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. âRemember, daddy will only be upset with you if you donât use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.â His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.
âYes, daddy.â And just like that, Buckyâs entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle.Â
âThen take your clothes off, slut.â He pushes you off his lap, just hard enough to give the illusion of indifference. As you strip, Bucky keeps his eyes trained on the TV, not paying you any mind. Your core throbs at the fact that you are completely exposed while he is still fully dressed.Â
âOn your knees.â Heâs still not looking at you, but you obey without thought, willing to do whatever he wants. Grabbing the back of your neck, he forces you in between his spread legs, and you whine at the fact that his cock is still soft inside his sweats. Any other day, Bucky would make sure that your knees were never on the hardwood floor without a pillow or something soft underneath, but not today.
On days like these, when you want to feel completely submissive, it takes Bucky a while to get aroused. Itâs in his nature to love up on you, make you drunk with pleasure in the sweetest way possible. He feeds off of your energy. When he is sure that you are having fun, his body lets himself fall into his role.
âWhat? You think at the first signs of some tits Iâm gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didnât realize just how thick you were.â Your pussy was absolutely pulsing with need. With his hand still on the back of your neck, he rubs your face against his crotch, feeling his cock begin to harden at the smell of your arousal.
He pulls you back far enough to slide his pants down, foregoing boxers, and you immediately try to take his half hard length in your mouth. Before you can process it, Buckyâs right hand lands a slap to your cheek - hard enough to make a welt that will take a few hours to disappear. You gasp and your cunt pulses even harder than before at the sting left on your cheek.Â
His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than itâs supposed to be, and forces you to look him in the eye. In the back of your mind you realize that he turned on the cooling function in his arm to sooth your cheek; the arm was built to keep him cool in the Wakandan sun and heat. âDid daddy say you could suck his cock?â He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. âThen keep your slutty mouth shut.â
He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. âHands behind your back, and suck on daddyâs balls.â You join your hands together behind your back without question and nuzzle his balls. Wasting no time, you take one into your mouth, sucking feverishly, enjoying the light dusting of hair tickling your face.
âOh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take âem both in your dirty mouth.â He pushes you further into him, cutting off your oxygen, and you swear you hear your slick drip onto the floor. Your jaw aches as you try to get them both in your mouth, but you can't; his balls are too big. Bucky ruts against your face, squishing his balls, precum leaking from his tip, dripping onto his stomach after he takes his shirt off.
With your limited amount of movement, you alternate between each ball, licking at the seam. Every time you switch balls, you feel the other drag wetly across your face and you have to clench your legs in an attempt to quell the ache between them while fighting with your need for air. âSuch a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddyâs nuts, shit.â He pulls you back just as your head starts to go fuzzy from the lack of oxygen, and you gasp for air, spit is covering the lower half of your face and is dripping down your neck and chest; Bucky feels his cock throb at the sight.
Reaching out, Bucky smears your spit around your face and leaves another, weaker smack to your cheek before he grabs his cock and uses his weeping tip to tease you, dragging it on your face. âWhat a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.â He slaps your cheeks with it a few times before forcing your head down all the way, making you gag and you immediately pull off, coughing.
He stares into your eyes, cold and calculating, waiting for you to speak. When your coughing subsides you manage to get out a hoarse âgreen,â giving him the all clear. He takes your head and once again makes you take his cock, this time much slower and not as deep, the first time he wanted to fuck with you. âSuch a perfect fucking mouth, shit.â He stops you from bobbing your head, âStop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.â You're sure youâre leaking onto the floor at this point.
You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; heâs not watching shit. Nonetheless, you rest your head on his thigh, getting comfortable, spreading your legs out to get closer to the floor so your head won't be bent at an awkward angle, ignoring the pain in your knees and the ache in your jaw.Â
The only sounds filling the room are Buckyâs ragged breathing and the movie playing in the background. There is saliva everywhere, his cock, all over his balls, down to his ass and on the couch. His cock is constantly leaking precum into your mouth but you donât swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue.Â
This isnât what you wanted, you wanted him to demolish you. Sitting with his cock in your mouth is giving you too much time to think, so you do what any sane person would do - be a brat. At the first suckle, Bucky lets out a broken moan, at the second, he knows what youâre up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, âDonât make me punish you, bitch.â At the third, he yanks you off of his dick, a trail of drool and precum keeping the two of you connected, as slaps you once again with his flesh hand, this time not soothing the marred flesh with his metal hand.
He stands and kicks the couch out of the way and pulls you with him by the neck. âYou disobedient little-â he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. âIs that what I think it is?â You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering.Â
With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. âWhat a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.â He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, âLick it the fuck up, bitch,â before pushing you to the ground.Â
Your knees hit the wood hard and pain runs up your spine. You ignore the ache and brainlessly lap at your juices on the floor before Bucky smushes your cheek against the puddle and you moan. âMessy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isnât it, slut?â He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. âDaddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.â You donât respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.
No matter how hard he tries, Bucky canât hide his devotion to you, thatâs why he doesnât let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing heâs gone too far. âColor, sugar.â Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.
âGreen, daddy, so green.â The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.
âGood girl, you want to keep going the way we were?â Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.
âYes please, daddy, want you to be mean.â You look so small and soft. Bucky struggles to put his facade back up, but he knows you need this.
Bucky positions himself behind you, staring at your ass and glistening pussy, and feels his cock bounce. The first slap isnât soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. âOne.â The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. âTwo.â He lands the next two much harder on the same cheek and you feel tears form in your eyes, yet continue to count, digging your nails into your palm.
He repeats the two spanks to your left cheek and takes a break to sooth your heated and raised skin with his metal hand after youâve counted. The ground beneath your cheek is hard and unforgiving, leaving you neck bent at an odd angle. Spank seven lands on the back of your right thigh and somehow feels much stronger. âShit! Seven, daddy.â Eight is on your left, and is just as hard. Your entire lower body aches: cunt pulsing and throbbing for his cock, thighs burning, and ass red and raw, sobbing with every impact.
âThese last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.â Even with his warning, you arenât prepared. They are hard and fast, hearing them before you feel them, knocking the breath out of you, and you try to scramble up, but Bucky holds you down. âDonât run away from me, you know better.â All of a sudden, the sharpest and most excruciating pain blooms from your cunt, and then you hear the wet smack of his metal hand hitting your core.Â
You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Buckyâs hand on the back of your head keeps you to the ground, while he slams his cock into your cunt, not stopping to let you adjust. âThatâs it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.â You canât breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Buckyâs moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust youâre sure heâs hitting your cervix.
The hand on the back of your head leaves to grab your hip, letting him fuck you even faster, the both of you sliding further and further on the floor. You try to brace yourself with your hands, but the brutality of his fucking is no match. âDaddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!â You donât know what youâre begging for, but your cunt is pulling him in, barely letting him pull out.
Bucky is practically chasing you on the floor, hips never slowing down, eyes trained on your pussy, loving the creamy white mess on his dick. âFuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddyâs cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.â Heâs in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.
âDaddy! I canât, f-fuck, please, too much!â Youâre fucking delirious with pleasure, feeling something twisting inside of you. You searched for something to hold on to, only finding smooth surface, legs locking, body seizing up.
âYou can and you will take this dick, bitch. I donât care if it makes you fucking bleed.â The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Buckyâs hips never falter, sack still ramming against your clit.The breath is knocked out of you when you feel the most intense orgasm of your life pass through you.
Keening and wailing, you squirt on Buckyâs cock, the sounds of your fucking somehow getting even more wet until the force of your orgasm pushes his cock out. Your body is left twitching. There is a much larger puddle on the floor now - your cum. Bucky could fucking cum at the sight of your pathetic body laying on the ground, body wrought with pleasure. âFuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.âÂ
The entire lower half of his body is covered with your cum and Bucky swears he can feel his heartbeat in his cock. Nonetheless, he wraps his arms around your waist and hulls you over to where he kicked the couch, placing your upper half on the cushions. âYouâre so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?â Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you donât usually do anal, given how big he is, but you canât think straight, especially after cumming so hard.
âYes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.â Bucky groans at the thought of his excessive load running out of your ass. Leaning back, he ruts against your pussy, gathering more of your slick, before spreading your cheeks with his hands, staring at your puckered hole. He lines his cock up and watches as precum leaks from his tip.
His cock is huge, much longer and thicker than average, and he knows it. Grabbing himself near his tip, he pushes, grunting at the resistance, knowing that this would be much easier if he takes the time to prep you, but you want to be treated like a whore. âYou gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else Iâll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isnât it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.âÂ
He pushes harder, tip finally popping in, causing searing pain to shoot through you. Crying out, you try to pull forward to escape the burning pain, wiggling further into the couch. Bucky leans over, careful not to push in any further, he knows you need a moment, any other time you would have been fully prepped and he would have slid right in, and wraps his metal hand around your neck, shushing you, âShhhh, stop being so dramatic.âÂ
After a few minutes, the pain begins to subside and your breathing calms down. Keeping his hand around your throat, he pushes in, inch by inch, and the pain comes back. You whine into the cushion, every new inch burning more than the last until his hips are flush with your ass. âWhat the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.â
Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasnât thinking straight, not when your tight hole was hugging every inch of his cock. You on the other hand, were struggling, it was too much too fast. It fucking hurt, there were tears in your eyes, but your pussy was aching like it wanted more. Your clit throbbed with need, even when your ass was stretched to the brim.
You didnât want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, âYellow, daddy, yellow.â The hand on your neck left and Bucky maneuvered his upper body so that he could look you in the eye without moving his cock. His entire demeanor was different, back was your sweet, caring boyfriend.Â
âGood girl, daddyâs so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, itâs okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.â Bucky caresses your face as he soothes you, bringing you back down. His cock is still buried to the hilt in your ass, driving him insane. He wants to rail you so fucking bad, tip of his cock probably purple by now, but he would never do anything you didnât want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until youâre ready or decide to stop.
You donât know how much time passes, but eventually, you loosen up and your mind goes fuzzy once again, desperate for him to move. You wiggle your hips, rocking back and forth, instead of pain, blinding pleasure courses through you. âGreen, daddy. Iâm ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.â Bucky lets out the most sinful groan and stills your hips with his hands.
He starts out slow, easing you into his motions, gradually gaining speed and force the louder your moans get. âDaddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!â You were practically sobbing, loving the way he was splitting you open. His hips and thighs were wet from when you squirted on him, slapping against your ass, everytime he pulled back a vulgar shlick sound could be heard.
He fucked you faster and harder, staring at where you were connected. âThis fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!â He could feel his orgasm building up, fighting it off everytime his cum filled sack slapped against your pussy. Letting go of your hips he snarled, âShow daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.â
You whined, but complied anyway, digging your toes into the floor to get more leverage to keep slamming back on his cock. The sounds of skin slapping and both of your moans completely drowned out the ending of Buckyâs movie, not that either of you cared. Panting and moaning, you kept working yourself on him, feeling another orgasm bubbling up.
Meeting your thrusts, Bucky was rambling, not having one coherent thought in his head, âLook at that, give me that ass, yes! Donât you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!â He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldnât help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good.Â
âM Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?â Bucky practically growls, getting up to his feet to squat, not missing a beat while still trusting in you. Every time his pelvis met your ass he whined and whimpered, loving the way it jiggled. He could feel you clenching around him, drawing his own orgasm closer.
âNot until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.â It seemed impossible, but Bucky fucked you even faster, his hips moving at a ferocious speed. He wanted to cum so fucking bad and your high pitched moans were about to make him bust. âOh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Iâm gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, Iâm splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddyâs gonna fill you up, have you leaking.â
His hand wraps around your throat and chokes you, hips still smashing against yours, your orgasm barely being held in. You try to talk, get him to let you cum, but no words come out. Bucky felt his orgasm approach, balls pulling up, âShiiit, daddyâs gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.â Bucky cums with a long, drawn out moan. The feeling of his endless load pouring into your ass sends you over the edge and you cum so hard your vision goes black for a second. Waves upon waves of pleasure coursing through you. Buckyâs hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms.Â
As you both catch your breaths, you feel Bucky begin to soften inside of you, still plugging your hole, stopping his cum from leaking back out. âYou were so good for me, sugar. Iâm so proud of you.â At those words you feel your bottom lip begin to tremble. Burying your face into the cushions, a sob escapes your throat, all of your emotions finally bubbling over.
Running his hands up and down your back, Bucky soothes you. This was always his least favorite part, seeing you cry. He knows that youâre crying isnât because of him, but there is always a twinge of fear that shoots through his body, scared that he went too far with you. Bucky pulls out as gently as he can, hissing when the air touches his spent dick, and moves to rest his back against the couch, pulling you into his lap.
Neither of you care that his cum is leaking all over. Bucky will clean the room later, after he takes care of his sweet girl. You cling to him as you sob into his neck, his hands massage your sore cheeks as he whispers in your ear, âSuch a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Canât even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. Iâm right here.â
Carefully, he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. When he tries to set you down you just cling on harder to him, not wanting to leave his embrace. âI gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, Iâll be right here when youâre done.â You hesitantly let him go while he draws the bath, putting in your favorite oils. After you pee and wipe, he helps you up so you can wash your hands before sitting you both in the tub.
Bucky sits against the wall of the tub and you curl further into his lap, not wanting any space in between you. Somehow you still arenât close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Buckyâs consuming presence, you canât seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Buckyâs arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.
âSweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.â You can hear the concern in Buckyâs voice, but you canât bring yourself to move away. Heâs your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. âSweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know youâre okay.â You donât know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.
Buckyâs entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesnât know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didnât want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didnât want him to go as far as he did? You used your safe word when it got to be too much, but what if you really wanted to say red, not yellow, but wanted to please him, or felt like you had to please him. âSweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.â
Even though you didnât want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. âIâm okay. Just love you so much.â You could feel Bucky relax under you.
âYou sure, sweets? Iâve never seen you like this before.â While some of his fears subsided, Bucky was still worried about you.
Picking your head up so you could look him in the eye, you saw just how scared Bucky truly was. âI promise, Buck, I loved every second of it. You made me feel so good and cared for. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.â Bucky closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the wall. At that moment, Bucky understood why aftercare was so important. Of course he knew you needed to be taken care of so that you knew how much he loved you, but hearing those words come out of your mouth made him feel loved in a way he didnât know was possible.Â
Before the water gets cold youâve stopped crying, making Bucky feel much better and he washes the sweat and spit off of your face and body, being extra careful with your sensitive pussy and ass. All the while whispering sweet nothings into your ear while you take turns kissing each other all over.
Bucky feels ten times lighter when he gets a giggle out of you. He knows that there will be days when you need him to treat you like a slut, but you know how much he loves and respects you. He lays you on the bed before grabbing your favorite lotion to put on, being extra careful when it comes to your sore ass, placing kisses in each spot after he's rubbed in the lotion.
 The marks on your face are gone by now, but Bucky still fusses over your skin care routine, knowing you donât have the energy to complete it. After taking care of you, he climbs into bed and covers the both of you up, still naked but you donât care. Bucky reaches into the bedside drawer and grabs some chocolate while you feed it to each other. Neither of you say much, but nothing needs said.Â
You place kisses on his chest and arms, anywhere that you can reach, trying to let him know how much you appreciate him - Bucky knows. You fall asleep first, not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, Bucky moves you to his chest, cocooning you into him before he falls asleep, your head tucked carefully under his chin, legs tangled together, completely protected by him.
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more than a mid day amusement
pairing: sugar daddy/silver fox!bucky x reader
word count: 5k
summary:Â being in a relationship with an older man comes with challenges, all that come to a head one night when an old friend digs up some insecurities and threatens to break everything you have with the man you love.
warnings: 18+ ONLY, sugardaddy!au, age gap, angst, fluff, jealousy, love-making, fingering, unprotected p in v, bucky is a silver fox, pet names (princess), daddy kink, love confessions, happy ending
a/n: i read this fic by @witchywithwhiskey and decided I wanted to write a sugar daddy!bucky fic, so here yâall go! Thank you molly for unintentionally giving me inspirationđ¤
masterlist | tip jar | ao3
Upon walking through the doors, you have to fight to not let your mouth drop open. The ballroom is, to put it simply, utterly gorgeous. Several chandeliers hang from the tall ceiling, the tile floors are pearly and pristine, and the artwork adorning the walls is almost too beautiful to look at. There was a large Angel fountain in front of the property, and thereâs a matching one inside in the middle of the room. Dozens of butlers walk by every minute, all holding a tray of champagne or an array of Hors Dâoeuvres, and maids linger on the outskirts ready to clean up any messes. There are easily over two hundred people here to raise money for some childrenâs charity that you canât remember the name of, and all are ready to spend more money on a single sculpture than you spend on rent for an entire year.
The people that you engage with upon first entering are dull, so much so that you grab a flute of champagne from a passing waiter and sip on it while staring at the art, letting Bucky do all the talking. He does his best to involve you in the conversations whenever he can, but he understands youâre not here to talk business, so he doesnât let the talks dip any further than surface level â always mindful of your time. While you never mind, after all you know why youâre here, you are thankful because youâre pretty sure your brain canât hold any more information on Starkâs stock prices.
These parties â galas, charities, call it whatever you want â are always boring, too many rich people with fake laughs and ulterior motives and side eyes. Your first was about six months ago, and you were pretty sure your anxiety had never been so bad, obsessing over the dress Bucky chose for you and if it would be appropriate, if people would think you looked nice, if your hair was in place because you would be damned if you made Bucky look bad by looking bad yourself. And, maybe you wanted to look good for him too.
Your relationship isnât conventional, it never has been. You met through one of those stereotypical romantic comedies âwe walked into each other and spilled our coffees on each otherâ meet-cute situations outside of the coffee shop. Except, you werenât all that cute about it. It was your favorite shirt, and you were going to be at work on time except now you had to go to the store to get a new one because your apartment was too far away to simply go back. Youâll admit that you were a little rude to him, especially since even then you knew it was an honest mistake, but one flash of Buckyâs pearly white teeth and the low tenor of his voice asking if he can buy you a new one â a shirt and coffee â had you crumbling.
He understood your reservations about you letting him drive you to a nearby store, you were strangers after all, but he had absolutely no trouble pulling out his wallet and flipping it open, and you will also admit that the sound you made when he did so was not dignified. The stack of one-hundred-dollar bills was obscene and the sleek black card on the side was taunting you, prompting you to wonder what in the hell this man did for work. He was older, maybe later forties or early fifties, dressed in a sharp black on black suit with matching loafers, his hair was perfectly slicked back, and you still donât know much about cologne, but you were pretty sure that his easily cost hundreds of dollars.
He handed you three hundred dollars for the new shirt, waving off your balking expression by saying that he feels really bad because he can see how upset you are so âplease treat yourself.â You were a little apprehensive about taking it, but Bucky was so sincere and kind and, truthfully, you needed the money. So, you took it.
And his invitation for a date.
Youâre still not sure how he got you to agree to it, even now Bucky says heâs not sure either, but you chalk it up to the fact that heâs a dangerous sweet talker. The fact that heâs a walking God among men just sweetened the deal. The silver in his beard and the grays at his temples made him look refined, dignified, like he was confident and knew what he wanted, and would do anything to get it.
Apparently, you were what he wanted.
The date was nothing short of lovely, a beautiful dinner at some fancy high-rise restaurant in Manhattan overlooking the city as the sun was setting. It wasnât packed, so there was only the quiet murmur of conversation mingled in with the Orchestral strings from the band in the corner while you ate better than you have in your entire life. Surprisingly, you both had a lot in common, you have similar music tastes, book recommendations, food palettes, almost everything really. The connection came as a shock considering youâre easily twenty years younger than him, and thatâs when you really understood that age was just a number.
Given your age gap and his obvious wealth, you had a feeling you knew where this date was headed, but Bucky hadnât made you feel awkward or made any inappropriate advances or comments, so you pushed it aside and sat through the date with a wide smile and a full belly. By three glasses of wine in, you were giggly, and Bucky was a little flushed from the bourbon heâd been nursing, and when the waiter took your plates and went to get the dessert, he broke the news.
Bucky, as you can see, is older, heâs not married, has no kids, living in a too-big house. Being one of the top CEOs in the country, all the women he meets are after his money, always with an ulterior motive, and to an extent he understands why. That doesnât mean it doesnât hurt though. But, Bucky doesnât have a lot of time to go out and find the perfect woman right now, so all he wants is some companionship, someone to take on trips and dates when he gets bored, someone to spoil and dote on because heâs a provider by nature. Heâd want you to accompany him to the events he has to attend as part of work, and in return heâd give you an allowance on top of paying for your apartment.
He laid everything out, asking you questions and answering anything that you had, talking in depth and easing any worries you had over an older man asking you to be his sugar baby. Youâve never done this before, so it felt a little weird to be talking about it, but by the time youâd finished dessert, you were free of any hesitation.
You went home that night with Buckyâs number in your phone, five hundred dollars in your wallet, and a pending payment to your apartment complex for that monthâs rent.
Tonight is similar to other charity events, boring small talk with even more boring people thatâs only made better by Buckyâs arm around your waist. Also the new necklace heâd given you when he picked you up earlier that evening.
The necklace â a simple pearl on a gold chain, matches your light peach dress. The dress cups your breasts and hugs your waist, then flows around your hips to form a small train behind you as you walk. Itâs smooth silk, and Bucky laughed when you asked to marry him because he made sure to tell the designer to add pockets. Itâs beautiful, something Bucky has taken note of multiple times tonight.
âYouâre stunning, you know that?â Bucky asks softly, his lips pressed to your ear and his hand warm on your lower back. Youâre standing off to the side with drinks in your hands, facing each other in your own little bubble as you talk and joke about the people walking by. âThe most beautiful princess ever.â
Giggling, you can feel your cheeks heating up at the same time as your eyes roll a little.
âYouâve said that like five times tonight,â You tease, reaching up with your free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Buckyâs ear.
âWell, how rude of me,â He says with a mischievous smile. âIt should be triple by now.â
âYou know you donât need to sweet talk me, Iâm already going home with you.â Again, you giggle, shaking your head teasingly.
âItâs not about that,â Bucky says seriously, his voice turning stern. âI donât care if you sleep with me tonight or not, youâre beautiful, and you should know that.â
Butterflies fill your tummy, and your face grows warmer. Your heart bursts with affection at the same time feeling like itâs been stabbed. Lately, Buckyâs been getting a little more affectionate with his words and actions, which is saying something considering he already doted on you quite a bit. Part of you wonder if your feelings for him are reciprocated, if youâre not falling in love alone.
Because, as much as you tried not to, you fell for your sugar daddy.
Itâs probably a bad idea to let yourself sink into the delusion that youâre actually a couple, that youâre both in love without the monetary incentive. In fact, you know itâs dangerous.
Thatâs not going to stop you tonight.
Leaning up, you place a soft and lingering kiss on Buckyâs lips, both of you sighing into the kiss. âThank you, daddy,â You whisper when you pull away, looking into his eyes and seeing a twinkle in them. Youâre not sure what it means, and you want so desperately to ask why heâs looking at you like youâre his whole world, but the words die on your tongue. You donât want to ruin the moment by revealing your feelings.
After a pause, Bucky smirks. âYouâre welcome, princess.â He leans down this time and kisses you again, this time itâs a little more passionate. His tongue invades your mouth, his hand drifting to your waist and gripping it tight, pulling you flush against your body. The kiss feels different somehow, the sparks are flying higher than usual, and something deep in your bones knows that things are going to change tonight.
You pull away only when your lungs are screaming for air, even though youâd love nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening kissing him, touching him, worshipping him and letting him worship you. Intimacy is never boring with you two, itâs always intense, whether heâs plowing into you from behind and calling you degrading names or youâre in missionary, whining and whimpering because Bucky wonât speed up his hips. He could, and has, spent hours eating you out, making you cum over and over until you black out, only for him to fuck you awake. Youâve sucked his dick under the tables of various restaurants. Youâve let him convince you to wear dresses without panties on your dates. Whatever it is you do, you know youâll have fun.
Hours pass by with Bucky guiding you around the ballroom, making small talk with people you donât know the names of, playing the part of his doting date expertly. Itâs when he leaves your side to go to the bar that things heat up.
âOh my god,â A deep voice says behind you, and for a split second you have a sense of nostalgia, like youâve heard that voice before. A hand touches your arm, prompting you turn around and come face to face with the man that approached you.
And wouldnât you know it, itâs Aaron, your best friend from childhood. Happiness immediately floods your body. You havenât seen or heard from him in so long, not that there was a bad falling out, you two just grew apart. But itâs still good to see him, he was a part of so many happy memories when you were a kid.
âOh my god!â You repeat, your eyes widen. Both of you outstretch your arms at the same time, going in for a hug with smiles on your faces. âAaron, itâs so good to see you! We havenât talked in so long.â
âI know,â He says remorsefully, sporting a sheepish grin that you match. âIâm sorry about that. You were my best friend.â
âHey, itâs not your fault, okay? It was both of us.â Your reassurance seems to put him at ease, and you fall into an easy conversation, catching up on your lives and reminiscing on your younger years and the trouble you both got into.
âRemember when Anthony tripped you for saying no to his marriage proposal?â Aaron asks with a chuckle, and you let out a laugh at the memory.
âWell, we were seven and at that time all boys had cooties, so Iâm not sure why he thought Iâd say yes.â
âPrincess.â Bucky says from behind you, and you turn around to see him holding a glass of bourbon with slightly furrowed brows.
âOh, Bucky!â You exclaim, reaching out for him and tugging him closer. âThis is Aaron, we used to be the best of friends when we were kids.â
âI know Aaron,â Bucky says cooly, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. When you look back at your friend, you completely miss the anger in Buckyâs eyes. âWe went to the same college. I was a TA for a few of his first year classes.â
Your eyebrows shoot up, and you look between Bucky and Aaron with a quizzical look.
âReally? Wow, the world is small.â You laugh softly, as does Aaron.
Bucky stays silent. In fact, he stays relatively quiet for the entire interaction, letting you and your friend reconnect for what feels like hours. Eventually, though, all the champagne youâve drank has gotten to your system and the need to pee hits you straight in the gut. Extracting yourself from Buckyâs hold, you tell the men that youâre going to the bathroom, and kiss Buckyâs cheek before turning and walking towards the hallway that leads to it.
And while youâre in the bathroom, youâre ruminating a little on your conversation, and an unpleasant feeling settles in your stomach when you finally register all the compliments Aaron was throwing your way and how Buckyâs grip would tighten with each one. But you saw his wedding ring, so youâre sure he doesnât have an ulterior motive. Maybe he just genuinely wants you to know you look nice.
However, when you get back to the ballroom and scan the crowd, you see Buckyâs back as he faces your friend. Aaron has a smug smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets, and his posture relaxed. He doesnât seem phased by whatever Bucky is saying, making you curious as to what theyâre talking about. When you get a few feet behind them, you start to hear it.
ââŚSo leave her alone, okay? Sheâs taken.â Buckyâs voice is deep, using what youâve deemed his Important CEO voice.
âI donât know about that,â Aaron says, and the unpleasant feeling grows. âShe didnât seem to mind that I was flirting with her. Plus, what are you, like, seventy? Youâre way too old for her, grandpa. Sheâs going to leave you eventually.â
Anger flares up in your body, your eyes filling with fire and your heart filling with rage at his degrading comments. Bucky is perfect. Heâs kind, respectful, funny, the whole nine yards. So someone insulting him, especially about your age gap which you know heâs already a little self-conscious about.
âSheâs my girl,â Bucky reiterates sharply, and you can see his hand tighten around the now empty glass heâs holding. Quite frankly, youâre surprised it hasnât shattered. With the short pause in their conversation, you decide now is a time to butt in.
âBucky,â You say, walking up to him further and placing your hand on his back. You want to yell at Aaron for being so rude, maybe even punch him, but you know causing a scene wouldnât be a good look. You decide itâs safer to play dumb. âIâm not really feeling good.â Buckyâs eyebrows furrow with worry, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asks, heâs always taken your well-being seriously, and the affection settles you a little.
âNothing, I just think I drank a little too much. Do you think we could leave?â You briefly glance over at Aaron, seeing that heâs now looking pissed off.
Good.
âOf course we can, princess,â Bucky says softly, leaning forward and kissing your forehead tenderly. âCome.â
You donât bother saying goodbye to Aaron, you donât even glance at him as you let Bucky tug you along to the car. Youâre starting to get worried with each step you take because you can see that heâs tense while at the same time despondent. Heâs never said anything about your age gap bothering him, but you can be observant. Youâve noticed that lately heâs been a little timid when telling anyone how old he is when youâre around, almost like it just drives home the point that youâre so far apart in age and causing others to judge and sneer at both of you. He gets a little shifty when someone comments on it or makes a passing joke, and you always try to reassure him without outright saying that you know.
When you get to the car, he opens your door for you, going about the usual routine of buckling you in and kissing your cheek before shutting the door and going around to his side. Things are quiet and tense the whole drive to Buckyâs penthouse, heâs not even holding your hand or resting his on your thigh like he usually would. It upsets you, and you want so badly to ask what heâs feeling, to tell him that itâs okay because you genuinely do care for him and that Aaron was out of line for saying the things he did.
Again, you canât seem to find the words.
You still donât speak when you get to his place. Getting out of the car, the walk into the building, and the elevator ride up to his floor all go about in silence. Itâs not until you get into his kitchen that he says anything.
âAre you happy with our arrangement?â He asks as he hands you a glass of water, and the question physically hurts you.
âOf course I am,â You say, even though itâs a complete lie. In reality you want to actually be with him, but youâre still deciding on if you want to tell him. âAre you not?â
Bucky doesnât say anything, and a pit forms in your stomach. Is he really not happy with you? He told Aaron you were his girl, but his silence to your question is deafening.
âSo you wouldnât prefer to actually be in a relationship?â He asks tentatively, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground as though itâs the most fascinating thing in the world. âThere are plenty of men out there that would love to have you as theirs.â
That stabs at your heart, and you have to force the tears from forming in your eyes. That âplenty of menâ comment crushes you, because it just proves to you that he doesnât see himself actually being in a relationship with you.
âNo,â You say after a moment, now looking down at your hands to hide your sad eyes in case he looks at you again.
Everything is quiet for a long while, anxiety bubbling up and threatening to spill. Youâve never felt this way about anyone else, never felt this type of all consuming love for another person, and you donât want to lose it.
It seems like you might, tonight.
âUm,â Bucky says after a while, clearing his throat. âI can, uh, take you home if youâre still not feeling good.â This time tears do form in your eyes. You donât want to leave, but it seems like heâs pushing you out as politely as he can.
You know what you need to do.
âIf you want to end our arrangement, I understand.â Your voice is soft but thick with how hard youâre trying not to cry. âIf you want to be with someone else, itâs okay.â Itâs not, not really. But you know itâs not your right to demand that he stay with you if he doesnât want to.
âI donât want to be with anyone else,â He confesses hesitantly, and you can feel his gaze boring holes into you. You hear his shoes pad along the carpet until they appear in your line of sight. His hand rests on the back of your neck, guiding your head up to look at him through tears. âBut Iâm too old for you. You need someone younger, someone better suited for you than I am.â
âYouâre perfect for me,â You blurt out despite your better judgment. âYouâre not âtoo oldâ, and thereâs no one better suited for me than you. We get along, donât we? Donât you at least like my company?â
âI love your company.â Both of you pause, and this time a spark of hope ignites in your heart. âI love you.â
His soft admission causes you to gasp, and your anxiety completely fades away. Now that you know his feelings, youâre not going to let him push you away.
âBut- â
âBut nothing,â You say, standing up on wobbly legs due to your heels. Bucky immediately reaches for your waist to steady you, and they donât drop when youâre upright. âEven if itâs difficult, if we love each other, itâll be worth it.â
âYou love me?â Bucky sounds shocked, his eyes widening almost comically, though hopefully.
âI do,â You whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear and then cupping his cheek in your palms. âI love you, Bucky. You. Not anyone else. I donât care how old you are because we connect. We understand each other like I know no one else can.â
Bucky sighs, relieved, and leans forward to rest his forehead on yours. Slowly, he leans down further until his lips are hovering right over yours, but not taking the plunge. Only when you whine does he actually kiss you. Itâs not all tongues and teeth and clashing and intensity, itâs warm and passionate and loving, itâs perfect. You kiss for what feels like forever, your lips gliding against each other as you soak each other in. After a while, Bucky pulls away, though only enough to once again hover over his mouth over yours.
âYou really love me, princess?â The tenor in his voice shifts the mood, the way he pulls you flush against his body so you can feel the hard outline of his bulge.
âI really love you, daddy.â You smile, as does Bucky, before he suddenly leans down and grabs the back of your thighs so he can lift you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist.
He stares into your eyes the entire walk to his bedroom, and you almost want to cry with how happy you are. The brief angst of almost losing what you have is gone, replaced now with love and lust. He gently sets you down on the floor, wasting no time yet at the same time taking great care of undressing you, sliding your dress off as he presses kisses wherever he can reach. Youâre whimpering, your need bubbling up and threatening to make you cry with frustration. You always get a little dumb with Bucky in the bedroom, easily going under until all you can think of and focus on is Bucky.
You look at Bucky while he lowers himself to his knees, putting your hands on his shoulders to steady you as he takes off your heels. He places kisses on your thighs, spreading your legs a little so he can brush his nose along your pubic bone and inhale your scent.
âFuck, you smell so good,â He groans, his tongue darting out and forcing its way through your folds to tease your clit. And youâre extremely thankful you went without panties tonight.
âDaddy,â You whine, shifting forward into Buckyâs mouth, but he retreats as soon as you do. âPlease.â
âDonât worry, princess,â He murmurs, standing back on his feet. And, even though you want to tear his clothes off, you also donât want to ruin the serenity of the moment. So youâre slow when taking Buckyâs clothes off, also kissing him and relishing in his pleased sighs and quiet moans.
âDa-â
Bucky cuts you off with a kiss, once again taking you into his arms so he can lay you gently on the bed. He climbs on top of you, continuing to kiss you until youâre breathless and only vaguely aware of Buckyâs hand creeping up your inner thigh until youâre gasping into his mouth due to his thumb settling right against your clit.
âSay it again,â He demands, and you know what he wants to hear.
âI love you.â At that, he rubs his thumb in slow circles, dipping one finger into your aching hole in one fluid motion. You moan loudly, arching your back slightly and pressing your breasts against Buckyâs chest.
He doesnât speed up his movements, is methodical in how he takes you apart just with his hands. While he fits a second finger in your pussy he starts massaging your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple as he kisses and sucks and nibbles at your jaw and neck, no doubt leaving marks of ownership that youâll wear proudly.
He continues his gentle movements, only speeding up slightly when he notices your pleasure is growing.
âFuck, princess, need you to cum so I can be inside you.â His begging only gets you more worked up and youâre so close you can taste your release. âPlease, cum.â
And you do, letting go with a wail that Bucky swallows with his mouth. He fingers you through your orgasm, only stopping when you start whining at the sensitivity.
âDaddy,â You say, though youâre not sure exactly what you want to say.
âWhat do you need, princess?â
âYou.â Your response is immediate, and you see Buckyâs features soften. âAlways you. Only you.â
Bucky groans and hurriedly situates himself between your spread legs. He reaches between his legs and grasps his cock, hissing at the pleasure before he guides himself to your entrance. With a loving look into your eyes, he smiles and says, âI love you.â
And thatâs all the preamble needed for Bucky to push in, slowly stretching you and splitting you open until youâre fully speared on his cock. You canât do much more than grasp his shoulders, pulling him flush against you so all you can feel, smell, and see is Bucky, your love. He stays still for a moment, letting both of you adjust, simply staring into each otherâs eyes as though you canât get enough of it.
âPlease move, daddy.â
He does, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward, forcing a moan from your mouth. He does it again and again until heâs worked up a steady rhythm, making love to you and worshipping you with his mouth, his hands, and his words. Heâs praising you endlessly, telling you how beautiful you are, how much he loves you, how lucky he is that you want to be his.
You donât realize youâre crying until Buckyâs lips ghost over your cheek and catch a tear, shushing and cooing at you.
âPrincess, fuck princess, I love you so much. You feel so fucking good around me, youâre fucking perfect, you know that? The only one for me for this life and any others I live.â Bucky doesnât stop there, he keeps telling you sweet things and thrusting his hips and nailing your special spot with each one.
âIâm gonna cum, daddy!â
âHold it,â He says, fucking you a little faster. âCum with me.â
You whine, and you desperately want to cum, but if Bucky doesnât want you to then you wonât. So, you hold off as best as you can, resigning yourself to simply feeling, sinking into the pleasure and your head going fuzzier and fuzzier until youâre vaguely aware of Buckyâs desperate and husky voice ordering you to cum.
Through tears, you cry out as your orgasm washes over you, gripping Bucky like a lifeline as he spills inside of you. It lasts eons, flames igniting your skin as both of you share such a special moment. When you finally come down from your high, Bucky is clearly trying not to collapse on top of you, causing you to giggle.
âWhatâs so funny?â He asks, teasing.
âNothing,â You assure, now rubbing up and down his back. âIâm just happy.â
Bucky sighs, smiling softly before leaning down to kiss you chastely. Carefully, he rolls you both over so youâre now lying on top of him with his cock still lodged deep in your pussy, keeping his release in place.
âIâm happy too,â Bucky confesses, smiling wider when you do. You both go quiet for a long while, youâre resting your head on his chest and heâs rubbing your back and sides, reveling in the love you share. When you yawn, Bucky chuckles, kissing the top of your head.
âGo to bed, princess. Iâll make us breakfast in the morning.â
âMâkay,â You mumble, nuzzling his chest and kissing over his heart. âI love you.â
âI love you too, princess,â Bucky murmurs, kissing you again. âI love you too.â
You sleep better than you ever have, happier than ever knowing that no matter how hard things get, you have Bucky by your side, and that alone will make things easier.
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im so happy they found their way to each other! it was a slow burn but the pay off is still so nice!
Let Me Love You | Part 10
Summary: Working as a waitress in New York doesnât really pay the bills. One of the regulars has grown fond of you and wants to help you monetarily. Heâs not from that side of town, more of the upper east side, and more importantly, he wants to be your sugar daddy.
Pairing: SugarDaddy!Sebastian Stan x ReaderÂ
Warnings:Â sMUT, FINALLY (18+), oral sex, sex
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You stood in the hallway, amazed at what was clearly going on in the bedroom. You shook your head before letting your imagination run loose. You couldnât invade his privacy. You turned your heel and walked towards the door. Your mind came up with a million excuses. Maybe you could stay somewhere else. No, dumbass. You donât have any other place. You thought.
You reached for your purse on the table and picked it up. Something must have fallen out of it and hit the glass table. You froze and the noises coming from the bedroom stopped. On instinct, you reached for the door and opened it. Sebastianâs footsteps became louder and your hand slowly pushed the door shut. It was now your time to put your acting skills to the test.
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Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPS.
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