#sugar daddy!bucky x reader

[nicestgirlonline]

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, I’d 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. 

“Declined.” 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. 

“Um, can you try it again?” 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.  

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 o’clock shadow. It was incredibly handsome. His icy blue eyes flicked from his Rolex to you, making you quickly turn back to the cashier. 

“Declined. Again.” The cashier handed it back this time with a look insisting you take the card from her. Humiliated, your cheeks began to turn red. 

“Sorry.” 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. “Sorry! I’m so sorry! Fuck I’m a mess.” You cried out as you ran past him this time. 

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. 

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. 

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 “Fridge broken. Send more this month.” 

God fucking damn it. 

“Hey! I think you forgot this.” 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 hadn’t left your keys or something. The man held the bar you had left at the counter. He held it out to you. You didn’t go to grab it, you just stared.

“Oh. Um, you didn’t have to…” You began but he squatted down next to you and placed the candy on your lap. 

“We all have bad days. Doesn’t cost me nothing to be nice. You look like you deserve something sweet.” 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. “You ok?”

“I’m…I’m ok. I’m going to be ok. Thank you, really.” You could feel the tears spilling over and you started to wipe your face so he wouldn’t see.

“You must really like candy to be crying over it.” 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.

“It’s just…really really nice of you.” You gasped, the tears finally flowing freely. “I don’t remember the last time anyone has ever given me something…I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, hey, hey, you’ve got nothing to apologize for.” He reached out and placed a hand on your shoulder to comfort you. “I’m James.”

You gave him your name, finally ceasing your tears. You took a deep breath, you couldn’t just fall apart in front of this kind stranger, he was probably running late to some sort of business meeting anyway.

“You have a way to get home?” he asked, he pulled out his phone and began to tap on it. You nodded your head. 

“Yes, yes I do. I have money left on a bus card, really thank you so much James.” 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. 

“Get home safe, alright doll?” 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. 

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. 

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. 

Maybe things were going to be ok, it was a sign that the universe was on your side. 

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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 hadn’t 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. 

“Hiii how are we doing tonight Gentle--” 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. 

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.  

“Ahem, excuse me gentlemen. So what can I start you off with?” 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 wouldn’t recognize you, or maybe just wouldn’t even remember. 

“Hey there sweetheart, hope my good looks didn’t startle you.” His charming grin grew as you bashfully waved your hand at him.

“Oh 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?” 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 James’s hand shot out and he grabbed your wrist. 

You froze and stayed.

“Hold on a minute Doll, you didn’t take my order yet.” 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. “I want a whiskey. Neat. And bring the whole bottle out.”

“Whoa, we’re getting bottles tonight?”

“Sounds like you guys are going to have some fun!” 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 wasn’t 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 wasn’t you who could normally hook in the big spenders like that. 

“Sadly, it seems we’ve got to end it here. Little guy can’t hold his liquor.” James said motioning to the one you learned was named Sam.

“M’fine.” 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. 

“Whenever you’re ready!” you placed down the bill on the table. 

“Hold on Doll, I’m ready now.”  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. 

He had given you a 100% tip.

“Problem?” 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 weren’t mistaken.

“I think you might have mixed up the tip and the total-” 

“No mistake. I’m tipping for the fantastic service.” 

“I really don’t know how comfortable I am with that James. Is this because of this morning?” Your voice was pathetically small. 

“Oh so you do remember me?” He asked flatly. You looked up at him. His sudden tone made your stomach clench. 

“I mean…of course I do but that’s not very professional of me. I’m sorry-” You immediately tried to amend the situation. This was somehow your fault, you could tell. 

“You apologize a lot. You don’t have to be sorry for getting something you want.” James’s tone was no longer angry. 

“I don’t need pity.”

“It's not pity, Doll. You gave me a service and now I’m paying you what I think is fair. I know you probably aren’t used to people giving you what you’re worth. You probably don’t even know what your worth is, do you?” 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. 

“I’m not…I’m not worth anything much. Here’s your card sir, have a good night.” 

You ran off, your face hot with humiliation. 

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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 couldn’t 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. 

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. 

“Wanda, he’s here again. Again!” You squealed to your co-worker who was just preparing to start her shift. 

“Who, Mr. Moneybags? Well aren’t you lucky.” She said, giving you a playful glare. 

“I don’t want to deal with him again. Please take my table?” you pleaded. 

“Don’t need to ask me twice, I’ll be getting that nice tip tonight.”  She tossed her coppery hair over her shoulder and smoothed down her dress one final time before strutting out onto the floor. 

He wasn’t 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. 

But you couldn’t 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 didn’t seem to distract him at all. You could see her laughing and chatting but James was a dark cloud.  

Fine, who cares, he was going to give Wanda a ludicrous tip because he was a generous tipper. He wasn’t pitying you, he wasn’t 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. 

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. 

“They were really really insistent that it has to be you tonight. Even just to go over and say hi. ” She said, her tone was dry. Nervous butterflies erupted in your stomach. You bit your lip. What could this possibly mean? 

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You were normally pretty steady in your heels, but the floor was suddenly uneven as you approached James’s table.

“Well hi there, gentlemen. I-I can take your drink orders tonight. Give Wanda a hand.” You babbled, trying not to flub over any words. 

James smirks at you victoriously. He doesn’t need to say anything, his eyes say it all. He had gotten his way.  

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. 

He opened his wallet and laid out the tip, bill by bill. He pushed the fat stack to you, not breaking eye contact once. 

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. 

“Please stop. I can’t…I can’t keep doing this, I don’t know what you expect from me.”  You gasped, allowing your facade to crack as you stared up at him with tears wetting your eyes. 

You weren’t scared. But you were confused. This sort of attention must have meant he wanted something from you and…you were fairly certain of what that was. 

“This is how this business works, you did something for me, and I paid for your services.”

“I -- I--” Your breath was caught in your throat as he leaned closer to you to tuck a lock of hair behind your ear. 

“Poor thing, you’ve never been treated well in your whole life, have you? I know why you’re so nervous. You’re not stupid, you're really smart. I don’t expect anything from you tonight.”

He took a breath and it was like he was stealing the air right from your lungs. “But. I would like to make an offer, if you’d be interested. I just want one hour of your time.” 

“I’m not a whore.” 

He caught your chin in his hand and made you look back at him, his eyes dark and humorless.

“What an ugly word. Nobody’s calling you that doll. Have dinner with me.” His thumb traced over the apple of your cheek.  

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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. It’s not a crime. But it felt so dangerous. Sneaky and dirty. Part of it was terrifying but it was also…exciting. 

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 weren’t 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 candle’s soft light. The walls were all windows, looking over the restaurant the other a breathtaking view of the city. 

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. 

“Oh um, thank you.” You said as he pushed you into your spot once you were seated. 

“No thanks necessary, Doll.” 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. 

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? 

“I trust the ride over was pleasant?”

“Yeah, um, no issues at all. I’ve never been here before, any recommendations?” 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. 

“You can get anything your heart desires. Pick out whatever has the most zeros next to the name.” He grinned. “The seabass is pretty good too.”

You wrinkled your nose a bit. “It's not too…fishy is it?” 

“Well it is fish.”

“But is it fishy fish?” James laughed at that. 

“It's a fishy fish. The steak is good too, but it's a steaky steak. So you know.” 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.  

Your food came, he didn’t 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 “boyfriends” who weren’t really their boyfriends. Men who would pay for the fun that night, but they got paid back in other ways. 

You never had thought of yourself as that girl. But here you were. The anticipation made you nervous but you couldn’t deny the excitement.

He ordered dessert for the two of you, champagne and strawberries with cream and chocolate. 

You glanced at your phone, there was about ten minutes left of “your time” that he had purchased. 

“I hope I’m not so boring that you’re counting down the minutes.” James commented as you put your phone back in your purse. You shake your head.

“No I just…we have some things to discuss right? And an hour is what you asked for…”

“I am willing to pay overtime, if you’re still enjoying yourself. But if we’re down to the minute here, we should talk.” He folded his hands on the table. 

“I 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. I’m 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.”

“So you’ve had…arrangements like this before.” You asked slowly. It didn’t 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? 

“Yes. Does that bother you?” 

“I-I’ve never done anything like this before.” You admitted. You cleared your throat. “What sort of things are you looking for from your…companion.” Your eyes were suddenly very focused on the bowl of strawberries in front of you. You hadn’t had a boyfriend before, but you’d been with men. Your idea of a sugar daddy was always a creepy old man, desperate for a young thing to fuck. But he didn’t seem desperate at all. The way he pinned you with his gaze was making you feel desperate for him. 

James reached out and placed his hand over yours.

“I am looking for everything. I want someone who’ll keep me company at home, someone I can buy gifts for, someone I can take out on dates.” He squeezed your hand, rubbing his thumb in circles over your wrist. “I’d like someone who’s going to stay the night too.”

Your stomach flipped. You knew what he meant. 

“Ah, like, sleepovers?” You giggled nervously. “I was never allowed to have those, as a kid. I always had to watch over my siblings.” 

“I didn’t have any either. Romanian immigrant parents. They didn’t really…get it?” James smiled, it was different from the grin that had been on his lips all night. It almost seemed shy.  “So maybe we should make up for lost time, hm?”

“But what would it be like? Being your…companion?” You were testing the waters. He was being a bit too vague for your liking. The word sugar baby had never been said but that’s what this was going to be wasn’t it? He wasn’t asking you to be his girlfriend. But he wanted you. And you wanted him. 

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. 

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.

“If 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.” 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. 

You took the flute from him. You took a sip of the dry sparkling wine. It tasted expensive. 

“Do you want me to quit my job?” You said plainly. 

“Being CEO means I don't exactly have a 9-5 schedule and neither does a cocktail waitress. I don’t 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?” 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 but…you were nervous to ask just how rich. Did it matter? You wondered to yourself. He was so handsome, you didn’t need specifics. You needed him.

“I don’t think that's an option for me.” You said trying not to roll your eyes. 

“Trying not to seem too pushy Doll, but…I want you to quit your job. I’ll be your job from now on. I can cover any of the expenses you’d need a job for. Being mine means spending late nights at my apartment, weekend trips to Europe, I don’t want you to worry about anything but me. If you agree, of course.”

He held out his hand to you. “Or is my time up?” 

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. 

“You know why I got the strawberries right?” He asked as he pulled away motioning to the nearly forgotten dessert. 

“Yes…I’ve seen Pretty Woman. They bring out the sweetness of the champagne” You replied smartly. He laughed again. You made him laugh a lot, and every time you did your heart would race.

“I got them because I’m pretty sure you have a sweet tooth. And I thought it could be fun.” 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. 

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. 

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. 

“You don’t have to worry about anything tonight. You just have to be mine.”  He murmured, his breath fanning over your face. Your face was burning with embarrassment, you’d 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. 

“James ahh--” 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. 

Your hips moved of their own volition now, faster as the sweet ache between your legs grew. 

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. 

“What do you want?” he gasped. Suddenly stopping you mid thrust, his grip on your ass held you still. 

“Huh?” you whined, wiggling your hips a bit, but he held you firm. 

“Tell me sweetheart, how do I close this deal, what do you want?” James whispered in your ear, letting his breath tickle you. 

“I--” 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. “I want my rent paid.”

“Done.” 

“And I want a new phone.” 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. “I also have student loans and money for savings a-and my sister’s starting high school this year and she’s going to need a laptop, so--” 

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. 

“Deal.” 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.

“Fuck Doll that’s right, use me, ride my thigh, you’re mine now. Show you how good it is to be mine.” 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. 

You take another sip of the champagne. It wasn’t sweet, but you could get used to it.

[navybrat817]

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 “that’s my girl” when you let go.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[ghostlyfleur]

♡ modern!sugar daddy!mob!bucky barnes

[buckrecs]

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 he’s 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 family’s publishing house. A year into the role and working his ass off, he’s 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. Barnes’ 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 that’s been done, or will they find happiness in somebody else’s 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/N’s 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...

[sarahowritesostucky]

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!

Five Daddies Imagines Masterlist

Masterlist

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Is this Sugar Daddy!Bucky or is this Sugar Daddy!Bucky 🤭

I think it’s most definitely Sugar Daddy!Bucky😍

[xoxosimp]

reader is bucky’s sugar baby and the only thing she’s comfortable being spoiled on hair care products.

bucky mentions to his friends how he’s picking up a gift for his baby and they think it’s jewelry and bucky is like no im getting my girl a deep conditioner since wash day is coming up!

[buckysugar]

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑’𝐒 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 🧁

this is my main masterlist, everything i ever write will always be here !!

𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐔’𝐒

♡︎ 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 — this is their story.

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

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.

“Honey,” Steve smiled, “come and sit down with us.” He gestured to the leather chairs across from his desk.

“Us?”

“Afternoon,” Mr Barnes’ now familiar baritone made you jump, he closed the door behind you and pulled one of the chairs out politely. “We need to talk to you about something.”

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.

“Mr Barnes and I -”

“Bucky, please.” From the corner of your eye you could see Bucky’s smile flick upwards.

“Bucky-” Steve said, heavily, “and I have just been finalising the details for White Wolf’s security contract at the new gallery.”

“Well, that’s good news.” You smiled, hoping to mask your nerves behind the batting of your eyelashes and the inviting slick of lipgloss you’d applied before you came in.

“There’s a detail we need to go over first,” Bucky said, half turning in his chair to look at you, “there’s something I’d like before we sign.”

“Bucky here,” Steve spat, “would like to take you on a date.”

[trashmenofmarvel]

Created two new Bucky wips and I haven’t 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 she’s 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 he’s 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).

[freakrenaissance]

Reading the inscription at the end literally gave me goosebumps. This was so hot & sweet & sexy....yasss! dream come true 🤤

property of j.b.barnes

pairing: ex-stepdad!ceo!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're struggling to make rent so you attend your former stepfather's new year's eve party in desperate need of the yearly check he gives you. however, you start to see your ex-stepdad in a new light, and the night takes a turn you don't expect when he learns of the trouble you're in and insists on helping you.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), close enough to stepcest that i'm tagging it, age gap (ages aren't specified but reader was an adult when she first met bucky and he's established as older), sugar daddy vibes, smut, piv sex, unprotected/risky sex, consensual 'just the tip' trope, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), cock worship, fingering (f receiving), begging, teasing, orgasm delay, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (sweet pea, baby), consent checks, aftercare, fluff, possessive behavior, financial angst

word count: 12.3k

a/n: it's finally here!!! i've been working on this fic, off and on, for over a month so i'm excited to finally post it!!! it's been so long i don't even remember where this idea came from, but i know i was toying with making it much darker, but honestly i'm shit at writing dark fics or dark mmcs. i just want to write all my favorite men as soft daddies, so you're getting soft ex-stepdad!daddy bucky. there's quite an emotional ride in this one (it reminds me of my ceo!ari fic always keep my heart safe), but also plenty of smut, so enjoy!! 😅

Bucky Barnes’ New Year’s Eve parties were legendary in New York City—the thing of gossip whispered around New Year’s Day brunches in all the most expensive penthouses and the most upscale restaurants. It was an intimidating event to walk into alone, and you forced yourself to focus on the white marble event hall bedecked in warm lights and classy decorations instead of the wild palpitations of your heart in your chest. 

It was your first time attending one of Bucky’s New Year’s Eve parties on your own and you felt more than a little out of place as you descended the marble staircase into the crowd. The hall was filled with the wealthiest and most important people in New York City, and you were neither. Your hand ran lightly along the marble bannister, your eyes roaming the crowd for the man responsible for the most high-class events you’d ever been invited to attend.

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes was one of New York’s wealthiest and most important people as the CEO of a major company, and he’d been your stepfather for a very short time more than five years prior. Despite how short-lived his marriage to your mother had been, he’d never failed to invite you and a plus one to his New Year’s Eve parties, where he’d say hello, exchange pleasantries, then slip you a generous check before leaving you and your date alone for the rest of the night.

You’d always assumed Bucky subscribed to the Mel Horowitz school of thinking—that he may have divorced your mother in record time, but he still felt some kind of obligation to you. It didn’t seem to matter that you were fully grown when Bucky had met your mother, or that you’d only ever seen him at the wedding and his New Year’s Eve parties, he and his money had become an unexpected fixture in your life. One that you were especially grateful for that year. 

You and your long-term partner—the one who had joined you in attending all of Bucky’s past New Year’s Eve parties that you’d been invited to—had split up in the spring, and in your desperation to get out of your shared apartment, you’d moved into a one-bedroom you couldn’t really afford. All throughout the year, you’d been dipping into the savings account where you’d deposited all of Bucky’s checks, using the money he’d given you for your birthday or the holidays or whatever they were for to pay for the roof over your head. 

But your account was dwindling fast, and you’d signed a two-year lease so you were stuck. Unfortunately, your mother was no help since she was off living a new life with a new husband in California, and rarely bothered to return your calls. To make matters worse, your apartment was too small to take on a roommate, at least not until you were forced to choose between living with some stranger and giving up your home. You didn’t like admitting it to yourself, but you desperately needed Bucky’s check.  

So you’d put on your nicest dress, a little black thing that your previous partner had never appreciated enough, and mustered up the courage to go to Bucky’s New Year’s Eve party on your own. Your plan was to find Bucky, make the requisite chitchat, pretend to look more pleasantly surprised than painfully desperate when he handed you the check, have a glass of champagne and leave as quickly as possible. It occurred to you that it was a little uncouth to rely so much on your ex-stepdad’s generosity, but Bucky seemed like your best option, if not your only option. 

As you went over your plan for the night again in your head, you squared your shoulders and held your chin higher than you felt you deserved as you walked down the white marble staircase, fingers gliding along the bannister as you overlooked the event hall. Your eyes scanned the already large crowd as you descended, the fingers of your other hand gripping your clutch purse tightly as you attempted to hide the ever-thrumming panic and anxiety that curdled in your gut and had your heart beating erratically in your chest. 

For the first time since you’d broken up with your ex, you almost wished they were with you, just so you had someone to lean on, someone to help you feel a little steadier in your heels. Not that your ex had been such a supportive partner at Bucky’s parties. They’d almost always gorged themselves on the expensive food and drinks, often getting too drunk before midnight so you typically spent the ball drop in a cab somewhere between Manhattan and Brooklyn. 

A loud, booming laugh sounded from a group of sharp-dressed men by the bar, drawing your attention out of your thoughts. Your eyes found Bucky in the middle of the crowd, his head tipped back as he made that warm laugh that filled the hall and made something warm bloom deep within your body. You almost missed a step as you got your first look at your ex-stepdad in a year. 

You’d always known Bucky was handsome, but you’d never really seen it before. He’d grown out his brown hair in the last year, and it was slicked back and tied into a low bun at the back of his head, a couple strands of hair tucked neatly behind his ears. His dark stubble that was almost long enough to be a beard drew attention to the strong, angular line of his jaw and the contrasting softness of his lips. He wore a charcoal suit with a lighter dove gray shirt and matching tie that showed off his wealth and piercing blue eyes in equal measure. 

You’d never thought of your ex-stepdad as attractive—he was your ex-stepdad after all—but for a brief moment your mind was flooded with the overwhelming need to have those beautifully intense eyes focused on you. You wanted to see what they’d look like darkening with lust as he prowled toward you in his expensive suit. You imagined what it would feel like to press your naked body up against his hard body in that luxe suit, to lower yourself to your knees and nuzzle your cheek against his bulge. God, you wanted Bucky more in that moment than you wanted your next breath. 

But then the oxygen of your next breath flooded your brain and you snapped yourself out of those thoughts. He had been your stepdad for fuck’s sake. You couldn’t be having such filthy thoughts about the man, no matter how ancient the history between him and your mother was. Still, you couldn’t deny the throbbing, pulsing heat that had bloomed between your thighs, no matter how much you tried to will it away. 

The clicking of your heels on the marble stairs reminded you of where you were and that you shouldn’t be having an internal war over your inappropriate feelings for your ex-stepfather. So you gave yourself a firm shake and smoothed out your expression, locking away your scandalous thoughts as you finally got to the bottom of the stairs and joined the party. 

You’d already checked your coat in the lobby so the warmth of the room was pleasant as you maneuvered through the crowd of New York City’s elite, headed toward where you’d seen Bucky. While you were still quite a few feet away, he looked in your direction and your gazes collided. Your heart gave a treacherous thump and you sucked in a sharp breath, getting slightly lost in the beautiful blue of Bucky’s eyes.

So enraptured by his gaze, you could see the way he reacted to your approach. Instead of glancing at you briefly with polite interest, Bucky’s eyes sharpened on you, taking in your slightly dazed smile before sliding down your body to see the little black dress you were wearing. The garment suddenly felt a little indecent to be wearing around your ex-stepdad, with its plunging neckline and too-short hem, but when Bucky’s gaze returned to yours and he gave you a little smirk of appreciation, your heart soared at the same time that a delicious shiver raced down your spine. 

“There’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled affectionately once you were close enough, his blue eyes sparkling as they held your gaze. 

Caught off guard by the way his words made your heart flutter, warmth curling through your body, you stumbled a little in your heels. For a moment, you thought he might be talking about someone else, despite looking directly at you, but then his arms opened and you were falling against Bucky’s broad chest, your arms wrapping instinctively around his trim waist.

“I’m so glad you could make it, sweet pea,” he murmured in your ear before ducking down and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His scruff rasped deliciously over your soft skin and you trembled slightly in his arms, biting your lip against a pathetic whimper. 

Forcing yourself to pull away and straighten your shoulders, you gave Bucky a shy smile. “Thank you for inviting me,” you said, relying on your manners to make you seem like you weren’t enjoying Bucky’s hug far more than you should. Your heart was racing in your chest and you were trying not to think too hard about the nickname he’d called you, liking it way too much. You tried to keep your expression politely blank as you said, “Happy new year’s, Mr. Barnes.” 

“Please, call me Bucky,” he said good-naturedly, staring down at you fondly. “And happy new year’s to you, too.” His hand not holding his glass of amber liquid had lingered to rest on your hip and he gave you a reassuring squeeze that had the corners of your lips pulling up in a bigger smile. Then Bucky made a show of looking around you before giving you an exaggerated look of confusion. “Where’s your date this year?” he asked, wolfish teasing in his tone. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his antics even if they were a little corny, and shook your head as the reminder of your breakup and the situation you were in dampened your expression. “No date,” you said, dropping your eyes to Bucky’s shoulder, staring at the textured material of his charcoal suit. “We split up in the spring.”

Bucky’s big hand rubbed your hip soothingly, using a finger from his other hand to tip your chin up so he could look you in the eye. His gaze was filled with sympathy and concern, and your heart lurched at the feeling of someone caring for you—it had been so long since someone had cared about your wellbeing and you wanted to hold onto it so desperately. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, sweet pea,” Bucky rumbled, his voice low, just for your ears. His hand squeezed your hip and you swayed into his warmth, wanting to take every bit of comfort he was offering. “But I’m sure you’re better off without them.” 

A scoff lodged in your throat and you dropped your eyes, scared that Bucky would be able to tell just how dire your financial situation had become in the wake of your breakup. Sure, maybe you were better off without the relationship that had no longer made you or your ex happy, but it was much harder to live by yourself in New York City. Still, you didn’t want your ex-stepdad to know about your financial troubles so you just mumbled, “Sure, of course.”

Bucky didn’t seem happy with your response—when you glanced up at him, his eyes were watching you sharply and his expression was shrewd—but he let the subject drop. Turning to the bar, Bucky grabbed a glass of champagne that had materialized seemingly the moment he’d desired it, and handed it to you.

“Well, it’s a party, sweet pea,” he said, clinking your glass with his before taking a sip. His blue eyes were sparkling again, and he looked the part of the life of the party with his wolfish grin and debonair appearance. “Drink up and stick with me,” he said, nodding to your glass before giving you a wink. “I’ll make sure you have fun.”

Obediently, you sipped the champagne, humming in pleasure as the bubbles and tart taste of the drink burst on your tongue. But then the full weight of Bucky’s words sank in and you turned to look up at him, a little frown pulling at the edges of your mouth. 

“Oh no, you don’t need to do that, Mr. B—Bucky,” you said, trying to decline his offer of escorting you around the party. Not only did it fly in the face of your original plan to get in and get out as quickly as possible, but you weren’t sure you trusted yourself to be around your ex-stepdad for so long. Given the way you’d reacted to a simple hug from him, you worried about what you’d do if you stayed longer, especially after a few glasses of champagne. “I’ll be fine on my own, and you have to spend time with your guests.”

“Nonsense,” Bucky said, shaking his head and tucking you into his side. His arm banded around your lower back, holding you pressed to his firm body. “I won’t be able to enjoy myself if I know my girl is all alone.” His big hand rested on your hip and he gave you a squeeze that felt both comforting and possessive. 

You couldn’t help but relax into Bucky’s hold, enjoying the protectiveness in his sentiment and the stability of his big body pressed against yours. You knew it shouldn’t feel so good to be held by your ex-stepdad, but Bucky was insisting and who were you to make a fuss at his party. You told yourself you were only giving in because you still needed his money, but deep down, you knew you let Bucky whisk you through the crowded party simply because you wanted to. 

As the night went on, Bucky proved to be an excellent escort, introducing you to all his friends and colleagues and keeping you engaged in the conversations he struck up with them. He prompted you to talk about your job until you were shyly admitting that you’d been promoted that year, which put a dazzling smile on Bucky’s face. He even got you to open up about the volunteer work you did at an animal rescue on the weekends. The more Bucky encouraged you, the more comfortable you felt—the more natural it felt to be on your ex-stepdad’s arm. 

Bucky also made sure you always had a glass of champagne in your hands, so it wasn’t long before you started to feel a little tipsy, especially since you hadn’t eaten much that day. You’d planned on stuffing yourself with the hors d’oeuvres at the party since the food was always delicious, but instead the whirlwind of faces and conversations mixed with the alcohol and Bucky’s attention started making you feel a little dizzy. 

You had a feeling Bucky would insist on escorting you away from the crowd, so you waited until he was wrapped up in a conversation with some of his old army buddies to excuse yourself to get some fresh air. Just as you’d expected, he was reluctant to let you go alone, concern creasing his brow, but his friends insisted you could take care of yourself and you waved him off with a smile. 

Depositing your nearly empty champagne glass on the tray of a passing server, you wandered away from the party and down a marble hallway, finally finding a door that led to a private study. The room was a stark contrast to the cold marble of the New York City event hall, filled with dark wooden bookshelves that lined the walls from floor to ceiling save for the fireplace that held a crackling fire in its grate. There was a brown leather sofa situated close to the fireplace and a sturdy mahogany desk between the windows that looked out over a snowy courtyard. 

You took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of old books and the burning wood of the fire, and felt a pang of disappointment when you realized you’d left Bucky’s scent behind with him. He’d smelled warm and delicious, like expensive cologne, and you’d wanted to bury your face in his neck to breathe him in deeply. And then you’d wanted to linger there, pressed close to Bucky. 

Shaking the thought from your head, you moved to the window and pressed your forehead to the cool glass. You used the chill wafting in from the cold December night to clear your mind of champagne bubbles and the memory of how Bucky’s eyes sparkled when he looked at you. 

Before you could make much progress on convincing yourself to quash the burgeoning crush you were developing on your ex-stepdad, you heard the door to the room open and turned in time to see the man himself slip inside. Bucky’s gaze landed on you, his eyes lighting up, and he strode across the room, a concerned frown etched into his handsome face. 

Your treacherous heart lept in your chest and your fingers actually tingled with the desire to reach for him. Instead, you kept your arms crossed over your chest, your fingers trapped against your body, and offered a shy smile to your ex-stepdad. But Bucky didn’t seem to have any qualms about touching you and once he was within reach, his hands settled on your hips, squeezing you gently before he brushed the backs of his fingers along your cool cheek.

“How’re you feeling, sweet pea?” he asked in a low rumble, his brows pulled low over his eyes in concern. He cupped your face in his hand, his thumb sweeping softly over your cheek while he stared deep into your eyes.

Without thinking, you nuzzled into Bucky’s palm, your lashes fluttering with contentment as you basked in the obvious care he was taking with you. There was something about the way Bucky treated you, the affection in his voice when he used your nickname, that made you feel so safe and warm in his arms. You wanted to hold onto that feeling as long as you could, even though you knew it was inappropriate to want anything of the kind from your ex-stepdad.

“I’m ok,” you whispered, unable to pull yourself away from Bucky despite knowing you should. Instead, your eyelids felt heavy and you let them slide closed as you leaned more heavily into Bucky’s touch. “Just a little tired is all.”

“Mm, these parties will do that to you,” Bucky murmured, guiding your head to rest against his chest. You went willingly, letting out a grateful sigh as you snuggled into Bucky’s broad chest, inhaling the scent of his cologne, a smile playing around the edges of your lips. “Do you wanna tell me what else has been bothering you tonight?” he asked quietly once he’d lulled you into melting against him, his hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back. “I know we don’t talk very much, but I can tell when something’s not right with my girl.” 

Thoughts of your nearly empty savings and your pitiful bank account returned and all of a sudden you no longer felt like you were about to fall into a peaceful sleep while wrapped in Bucky’s arms. Your heart raced with anxiety and your whole body tensed. You pushed away from the warm, broad chest you’d been using as a pillow and stood on your own two feet. 

Bucky let you push him away, his arms falling to his side, but he didn’t go far, crowding you into the bookshelf beside the window while you turned your shoulder to him. Your eyes focused on the snowy courtyard, noticing that some silvery flakes had begun to fall from the sky. You wrapped your arms tightly around yourself, trying to hold yourself together even as you felt like your life was falling apart.

“Tell me what’s going on, sweet pea,” Bucky urged in a low growl, the steel of an order beneath his warm tone. “Tell me right now what’s going on with my girl or I’ll find out some other way.” He let his words, and those left unsaid, hang heavily in the silence of the study, the sounds of the party muffled by the walls of bookshelves and the heavy wooden door. 

It struck you all over again just how much power Bucky had. He was one of the top CEOs in New York City, and probably the entire country, but you’d never really stopped to consider what that meant. Of course he’d be able to find out what was going on with you. It probably wouldn’t take him more than an hour to acquire what he needed to know about your lease and your salary, and then you knew Bucky would figure out immediately what was wrong.  

Defeat hung heavily around your shoulders as tears sprang to your eyes. You buried your face in your hands as you took deep, gasping breaths trying to get ahold of yourself before you started crying. The weight of everything you’d been shouldering suddenly felt like it was going to break you and you had the surprising desire to pour out everything to your ex-stepdad. It was inevitable he’d find out anyway, so you figured you might as well tell him. 

Still, it was difficult to find the right words to voice your greatest shame. For a long moment, all you could do was gasp for air while you barely held yourself together. When Bucky pressed a reassuring hand to your lower back, his other hand curling gently around your wrist to pry your hands away from your face, something inside you broke and you confessed everything to him.

“I can’t afford my apartment,” you whispered hoarsely, unshed tears clogging your throat. “It’s too expensive for my salary, and I don’t have anyone to help me.” Your voice broke and you pressed a hand to your mouth, holding back a sob as you blinked your eyes furiously, staring out the window as snow softly fell and blanketed the courtyard even further. “I’ve been using the money you’ve given me to keep myself afloat, but it’s running out.” You hung your head in shame, the miserable feeling of failure washing through you as you whispered the last of your confession. “I came tonight because I needed more of your money—I’m sorry, Bucky.” 

“Oh sweet pea,” Bucky murmured on a deep exhale, his voice rumbling and pleasant and much too comforting. Then he was gathering you up in his arms, turning you to face him and tucking your head beneath his chin. He held you tightly for a moment as you struggled weakly in his hold, feeling like you didn’t deserve his comfort. When you settled, too tired of shouldering your responsibilities alone, he brushed a kiss to your forehead. “You should’ve told me you were struggling,” he said in a low voice, a little bit of hurt seeping into his tone. “I’ll always help you in any way I can—you’re my girl.” 

You sniffled softly as a few tears leaked from your eyes and you brushed them away quickly. You didn’t want to admit to yourself how good it felt to hear Bucky call you his girl, especially after what you’d admitted, and you couldn’t help but protest in your own way. “You shouldn’t have to,” you mumbled, a little bitterly. “We’re not even family anymore.” 

You would’ve thought Bucky would tense at your declaration, but instead he squeezed you tighter, like he wanted to reassure you. “You’re right, sweet pea, I’m not your stepfather anymore,” he said, stroking his hand up and down your spine comfortingly. Bucky shifted his head, his scruffy jaw brushing against your temple, his voice dropping lower and his tone turning entreating as he murmured in your ear. “But I’m still a man who wants to take care of you—won’t you let me?”

“Bucky,” you said on a sigh, squirming a little in his arms. Your body was a riot of emotions, shame and guilt warring with joy and hope and the low simmering lust that grew stronger the longer you were pressed against Bucky’s firm chest. Still, you forced yourself to say the words you knew you should. “I can’t—I can only take what you were going to give me this year.”

Bucky cut you off with a sharp, derisive sound. “Nonsense, sweet pea,” he bit out, his tone harsh but not unkind. “You’ll take as much money as I give you,” he said decisively, like it was the end of the conversation. You could hear a little bit of the successful CEO in Bucky’s voice, and you were forced to admit to yourself that you liked the bossy side of him. 

Even still, you pushed back from Bucky’s chest enough to look up at him, taking in the determined expression on his face. You knew from the stubborn look in his blue eyes that you weren’t going to be able to talk your ex-stepdad down from giving you more than you’d expected, so you tried a different tact. 

“How am I supposed to repay you, Bucky?” you asked, your eyes searching his face. “I can’t just take your money.” He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but you cut him off, your expression sharpening with your own stubborn determination. “I don’t want to be that girl,” you whispered fiercely, voicing your insecurities in front of the man who was quickly becoming your safe harbor. “The useless girl who can’t take care of herself.”

Bucky made a low sound of protest, one of his hands cupping your chin and bringing your faces close together so he could stare deeply into your eyes. “You’ll never be that girl,” Bucky vowed, his voice low but vehement, matching your own fierceness. “Accepting my help doesn’t make you that girl.” 

He paused for a moment, making sure you heard what he was saying. More tears pooled in your eyes, but you blinked them away quickly, and nodded your understanding. Bucky made a humming sound of acknowledgement. Then, his expression softened. 

“If it’ll make you feel better, how ‘bout you repay me with your company, sweet pea?” he asked, his mouth spreading across his face in a rakish grin. Your heart thumped in your chest and you were momentarily stunned by the handsomeness of the man who held you—it seemed impossible he was your ex-stepdad. “Keep an old man happy by spending some time with him.” His arm around your waist squeezed you tightly as he waited for a response.

“My company to keep you happy,” you murmured distractedly as your eyes were drawn to Bucky’s mouth and you wondered, not for the first time that evening, what it would feel like to have his soft lips pressed against your own. Though you were certain he hadn’t meant anything scandalous with his offer, you imagined all the things you could do to keep Bucky happy while you were in his company—things that entailed bending over his desk or straddling his lap or lowering yourself to your knees in front of him.

“Sweet pea,” Bucky growled, dragging your attention back to the moment. When you glanced up from his mouth, you found Bucky’s blue eyes darkened and narrowed on you. “I can see your filthy thoughts written all over your pretty face, but let me make myself clear.” His hand on your chin shifted, his palm pressed beneath your jaw and his fingers digging lightly into your cheeks. “I did not mean you should pay me back that way—and you will not do anything you don’t want, d’you hear me?” His expression was stern, making your heart flutter in your chest as something else fluttered deep in your core, desire igniting between your thighs.

“Yes, Bucky,” you answered quickly, your voice breathless with excitement. Your heart was pounding, your thighs squirming beneath your little black dress, wetness gathering between your folds, all because something was going to happen with Bucky. You knew it as surely as you knew midnight would ring in the new year. “I understand.” A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth, your teeth sinking into your lower lip to stop yourself from beaming up at your ex-stepdad.

Bucky had no such reservations and his mouth pulled wide in a grin. Tightening his hand around your jaw, he held you still so he could watch his words wash over you. “Now, baby, why don’t you call me daddy,” he said, his deep, rumbling voice going straight to your core. “I think we both know a girl like you needs a daddy to take care of you.” 

Wetness dripped from your throbbing slit and your hands gripped the lapels of Bucky’s suit jacket as your body blazed in response to what Bucky called himself. There was something so perfectly perverse about your ex-stepdad calling himself your daddy, and you found you loved it. Maybe it was dirty, but if it was, then  Bucky was right there with you. And there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to let your daddy take care of you—and do every filthy thing to you that both of you could imagine.

“Yes, daddy,” you purred, your eyes heavy-lidded and your lips curving in a mischievous smile. Bucky’s eyes darkened even more, his gaze glittering in the light of the fire in the study’s grate. His smirk matched your smile and the two of you hung suspended in the moment, relishing the feeling of taking a step toward something in the realm of taboo. But what mattered most was that you were doing it together. 

“Good girl, sweet pea,” Bucky cooed softly, breaking the moment by pressing a kiss to your nose and making you giggle quietly. His hand on your jaw and his arm around your waist gave you one last squeeze of reassurance before he stepped back, giving you the space to breathe and consider his next words. “Now, tell daddy how you wanna thank me for helping you, baby,” he said, his order softened by the charmingly encouraging smile he wore. 

You took a deep breath, appreciating the moment of reprieve from the overwhelming lust that surged through your body whenever Bucky touched you. With his hands tucked safely in the pockets of his slacks, you were free to think, and think you certainly did. Your mind was flooded with every dirty fantasy you’d had that evening about your ex-stepdad, and a few new ones that would have to wait for another night. Of all the things you wanted to do with Bucky, one stood out in your mind.

With a smirk, you held Bucky’s gaze and slowly lowered yourself to your knees. There was a plush carpet covering the wooden floor of the study and it cushioned your legs as you kneeled before your ex-stepdad, staring up his taut and toned body. “What if I show you how I want to thank you, daddy?” you asked huskily, leaning forward and rubbing your cheek against the textured front of Bucky’s slacks, feeling his cock twitch in response. 

“Christ,” Bucky bit out, closing his eyes for a moment, like he was engraving the sight of you on your knees for him in his memory. He opened them again almost instantly, his blue gaze burning into you as he cupped your face in both hands, his thumbs stroking gently over your cheeks. “If we do this, sweet pea, there’s no going back,” Bucky warned you, his voice rough and tortured, like he was giving you one last chance to get up and walk away but was praying you didn’t. “If we do this, you’re mine—mine alone. You’ll belong to me, baby, you’ll be mine.” 

You waited for hesitance or reluctance to worm into your heart at Bucky’s possessive words, but you felt neither. All you felt was an eager excitement and a certainty that you were safe with Bucky. When you’d walked into his New Year’s Eve party, you’d known he was a powerful man and your former stepfather, but you’d never known he was caring and stubborn and genuinely fun to be around. Though you may not know him wholly, you knew enough that you couldn’t imagine giving yourself to anyone better. So your response came easily to your lips.

“I’m yours, Bucky,” you murmured, turning your head and kissing the inside of his wrist, just over his pulse. It was a promise and when you turned your eyes back to his, you knew he understood. “I want this—please, let me thank you for helping me, daddy,” you whispered softly, a pleading tone slipping into your voice. 

Bucky’s expression was serious for another moment as he searched your eyes. Then he nodded once, decisively, like the matter was settled. The corner of his mouth flickered like he was fighting against a smile. “Alright then,” he said, his voice going deeper and rougher as he moved his hands away from your face to hold both sides of your head, petting you gently. “Take out daddy’s cock and show me just how much of an eager little suck slut my sweet pea can be.”

“Mm, yes sir, daddy,” you murmured distractedly, nuzzling Bucky’s bulge while your fingers worked his belt open, then his button and fly. Impatiently, you reached a hand beneath his black boxer briefs and drew out his cock, pressing your face into the underside and breathing deeply. A helpless little whimper slipped from your lips as you inhaled Bucky’s musk—the raw scent of him going straight to your brain and making you feel fuzzy and warm with desire.

“Fuck, baby, ‘m already leaking for you,” Bucky muttered, his fingers flexing against your head like he wanted to tighten his hold on you but restrained himself. As a reward, you pressed dainty little kisses to Bucky’s balls, sucking on them until he groaned like he was being tortured.

Pulling back, you got your first real good look at Bucky’s cock, and felt drool pool in your mouth at the sight of him. He was long and thick, curved in just the right way that you knew the tip of him would hit that special spot deep inside you. He was perfect, and you wasted no time murmuring as much while you peppered his length in butterfly kisses.

“So perfect, daddy,” you purred, slipping your tongue between your lips to trace the veins of Bucky’s cock. “The biggest, thickest cock I’ve ever seen.” You looked up, catching Bucky’s eye as you smiled in between kisses to his stiff dick. “I don’t know how you’re gonna fit this fat cock in my mouth, daddy, but I can’t wait to taste your come.”

“Lick the tip, baby,” Bucky rasped, a hint of desperation in his voice. His gleaming blue eyes watched you work your soft lips over every aching inch of his cock except the throbbing, leaking head. “Taste daddy’s precum, sweet pea, s’all for you.” His fingers flexed again against your head and you had to bite your lip against a giggle, loving how much you were driving him wild.

Still, you swiped your tongue obediently over the head of Bucky’s cock, moaning at the musky, salty taste of him. “Soo good, daddy,” you murmured before wrapping your lips around the tip and sucking on his cock. Bucky groaned and you felt a little more precum dribble onto your tongue, making you hum happily. “God, I love your cock, daddy,” you confessed, staring up at Bucky with a hazy, happy smile on your face as you rubbed your lips up and down his stiff length. “Wanna spend hours on my knees sucking you off.”

Bucky groaned, closing his eyes briefly like your words were too much for him. “Is that what you want, sweet pea?” he growled, fixing you with a fierce stare. “You wanna worship daddy’s cock while I use your precious little mouth as my own personal cockwarmer?”

Your body thrummed in response, picturing yourself on your knees under Bucky’s desk, your cheek resting on his thigh while you suckled on his cock as he worked. You imagined him leaning back in his chair, fucking your mouth after a stressful call, and you sucking him off eagerly to help him relax. The idea was more appealing than you would’ve thought, and you bounced lightly on your heels in excitement, nodding eagerly up at Bucky. 

“Yes, yes, please use my mouth—make me your cockwarmer, please daddy,” you begged, wrapping one of your hands around Bucky’s cock and pumping him in your fist. “I wanna be your desk slut, daddy,” you whined quietly, squirming on your knees as your desire ratcheted higher, until you had to press your thighs together to stifle the throbbing need.

“Alright, baby,” Bucky said, his eyes sparkling and his mouth pulled up in a charming grin. “But first let’s see how well my eager little slut can take me, huh?” He raised an eyebrow in question and you nodded. With his grip on your head, he guided your mouth to the tip of his hard, twitching length. You opened your lips wide, your tongue sliding out to lick at the underside of his head. “We’ll see if you need any training before you’re ready to keep my big, fat cock nice and warm in your pretty throat.”

With that, Bucky began easing his cock into your mouth, spreading your lips wide and sliding the hard length of him over your tongue. You moaned as more precum leaked onto your tongue, your eyelashes fluttering at the delicious taste of Bucky flooding your senses. Distracted by your own pleasure, it wasn’t long before Bucky pressed against the back of your throat and you gagged a little, your eyes watering. Immediately, he pulled back until only the tip of him remained between your lips.

“If it’s too much, pat my thigh, baby,” Bucky ordered, tilting your head so your eyes met his. He looked stern and concerned at the same time, his bossiness warring with his care for you, making you smile around his cock head. “Got it?” he asked, raising his brows expectantly.

To show him you understood, you nodded and pat his thigh with one of your hands, practicing the safe sign. Bucky’s expression melted into an affectionate grin. 

“Good girl,” he rumbled, then eased his cock back inside your mouth. His eyes fluttered closed as he grunted in pleasure. “Mm, ya feel so good, sweet pea,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly as he praised you. “Your mouth’s so hot and tight, baby, feels fucking amazing.”

Moaning at Bucky’s admiring words, your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed for him. Bucky managed to push deeper into your throat, but no matter how determined you were to take his whole length, he couldn’t press past your gag reflex. He tried fucking you open, but you gagged and coughed, finally patting his thigh as it became too much. Bucky quickly retreated, pulling his cock from your mouth, leaving you with drool coating your chin as you pouted at your failure.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t take all of you, daddy,” you said sullenly, ducking your head in embarrassment. You’d wanted so badly to take all of him, to show him a proper thank you in your mind, but it looked like it might take a lot more practice than you’d thought. 

Bucky gripped your chin and tilted your face up, his thumb swiping through the drool. He pushed the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and you ducked forward, taking him into your mouth, sucking on his finger while your lashes fluttered. Bucky grinned down at you affectionately, using his other hand to stroke your cheek soothingly.

“Don’t be sorry, baby, we’ll get there,” Bucky cooed, shooting you a wink as he went on, “It gives us something to work toward.” You giggled around his thumb, feeling excitement replace all the embarrassment in your heart, and sucked happily on his thumb. “Do you still want me to fuck your mouth, sweet pea?” he asked, checking in with you.

You gave it a moment of thought before pulling off Bucky’s thumb and nodding shyly. “Yes, daddy,” you murmured, wanting to feel his thick cock against your tongue again, wanting to taste him and take him as deep as you could. “Want you to use my mouth, please,” you begged softly, adding the last word as an afterthought as you stared up at Bucky from your position on your knees. 

“So polite,” Bucky rumbled distractedly, guiding his cock back to your lips. You opened for him easily, moaning around him as you licked and sucked on his length. You braced your hands against his thighs, feeling the muscles twitch beneath his suit pants as he slid in and out of your mouth, steadily picking up the pace. Bucky fucked your mouth just like you wanted, muttering praises the whole time. “Such a good girl for me, baby,” he groaned out between clenched teeth. “Such a perfect little suck slut for daddy.”

Between Bucky’s cock in your mouth and his words, you were so turned on that you pushed your knees open on the carpet and reached a hand beneath the hem of your dress. Your fingers found your clit through your tights and panties, rubbing little circles on the swollen nub while Bucky held your head and slid his cock in and out of your mouth. You moaned louder around his stiff length, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to your release.

When Bucky saw what you were doing, your hand pressed greedily between your thighs and taking pleasure from your rubbing fingers while he fucked your mouth, he pulled free from your lips. “Oh no, sweet pea, that’s daddy’s job,” he rumbled, gripping your arm and pulling your hand from between your thighs, then hauling you up off your knees.

You wobbled a little on your heels, dazed from pleasure and the change in position, and leaned heavily on Bucky. Your body buzzed with unslaked need and you whimpered belatedly, realizing Bucky wasn’t going to let you come yet, and that he was clearly done using your mouth so you wouldn’t be able to swallow his come.

His hand slid down your arm to your wrist, bringing your fingers to his mouth and licking at the faint taste of your cunt. “Taste so good, sweet pea,” he groaned, staring you in the eye as his tongue licked the arousal from your fingertips.

“Daddy,” you whined, squirming and pressing your thighs together against the throbbing, insistent ache in your core. You’d been close to coming, and your panties were soaked through with your wetness. You desperately needed relief and you pouted up at him, wordlessly begging for what you needed.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Bucky murmured in a low voice, his head bent close to yours—close enough you could taste the whiskey he’d had at the party and your own wetness on his breath. You thought he might kiss you, but instead he brushed his lips over your cheek so he could whisper in your ear. “Daddy’s gonna take good care of your needy little cunt.” 

You barely had a moment to comprehend Bucky’s words before he was leading you over to the sofa and laying you down on the soft brown leather. His big hands kneaded your thighs through your tights, while he stared at your legs with a possessive gleam in his eye. Slowly, Bucky worked your dress up and over your hips, then pushed his hands further up until he could hook his fingers around the hem of your tights. 

Bucky’s gaze seared into yours as he waited a beat. After a dazed second you nodded, realizing he was waiting for your permission. Then, with a grin, he dragged your tights down over your belly and hips, fingers catching your panties and pulling everything off your legs along with your heels. Bucky moved to kneel on the couch, spreading your thighs open to make room for himself and looking down at your bare pussy.

“Fuck, sweet pea, your cunt’s so fucking pretty,” he said after sucking in a sharp breath. His fingers teased through your folds, finding you soaking wet, and grunted in approval. “You got this wet sucking daddy’s cock, baby?” he asked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief as they flicked up to yours. A positively sinful smirk spread across his face while he waited for your answer.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, nodding and squirming, feeling shy beneath Bucky’s intense attention. He brushed his fingers over your clit and your back arched up off the sofa as a pitiful cry slipped from your mouth. Pleasure pulsed through your body like a live wire. “Need you, daddy, please,” you begged, gasping breathlessly against the onslaught of sensation from Bucky’s fingers teasing your hole. 

Bucky grinned down at you, his free hand reaching up to tug down the front of your dress, letting your tits spill free. Your body trembled as the cool air of the study ghosted over the heated skin of your chest, your nipples tightening into stiff peaks. You moved to play with your tits and give yourself some relief, but Bucky beat you to it, batting your hands out of the way.

“Such pretty tits, sweet pea,” Bucky rumbled almost distractedly, his eyes fixed on his hand groping your soft flesh and tweaking your nipples. After a moment he seemed to shake himself, his gaze returning to your pussy. “Need ta get ya ready for my cock,” he mumbled, before pressing two fingers into your tight hole, making you cry out. You were plenty wet enough to take him, and your cry devolved into a helpless moan as he fucked you slowly with his fingers, stretching you open.

You lay docilely on the sofa, staring up at your ex-stepdad’s handsome face, marveling over the intensity of his gaze as he worked your pussy with his fingers, his other hand lightly stroking his thick cock. It struck you all over again that the situation should feel dirty and wrong, but you realized that you didn’t think of Bucky as your former stepfather anymore. He was your daddy—a man who’d promised to take care of you and, with no small amount of surprise, you realized you trusted him to do exactly that. 

Bucky looked up, catching your eye and distracting you from your thoughts with his next statement. “I’ve been tested recently, it was all clear—what about you, sweet pea?” he asked, his tone patient but edged with barely leashed arousal. 

It seemed a cruel joke that Bucky asked you a question because at the same moment, he curled his fingers and pressed against a spot inside you that had your eyes rolling back in your head. Reaching above your head, you pushed against the arm of the sofa so you could bear down harder on his fingers, mumbling, “Yuh huh, ‘m clear, too.” Pleasure washed over you and it took a moment for the implication behind Bucky’s words to really sink in. You shook your head to clear it a little. “Wait, wait, do you have a condom?”

His fingers paused inside you, and you panted at the stretch of them as he caught your eye. Bucky was breathing heavily as he stared down at you almost like he didn’t understand your question, but then he blinked some of the glassiness from his eyes. “No, no condom,” he said slowly, his expression strained and mournful. “I wasn’t exactly expecting something like this to happen.” A crooked grin pulled at the corner of Bucky’s mouth, but it was weak. 

It almost hurt you to say what you had to say next, but you knew Bucky deserved the truth. You trusted him and you wanted him to know he could trust you too, so you forced the words past your lips. “I’m not on birth control,” you whispered sadly, your face crumpling as the feeling of failure overwhelmed you for a moment. “I couldn’t afford it,” you explained in an even quieter voice.

Bucky’s face darkened like a storm cloud and for a moment you were afraid he was angry with you, but then he opened his mouth. “Sweet pea,” he said in a tortured voice that conveyed how much he worried about you. Leaning down over you, Bucky’s head hovered above where yours lay on the sofa. His soft mouth was pulled down in an unhappy frown, but his eyes were filled with more concern than frustration. “You should have come to me for help sooner,” he said, each of his words punctuated by his jaw popping as he ground his teeth. “You need to learn to ask for help when you need it.”

You felt yourself tearing up and covered your face with your hands to hide your emotional reaction to his words. “I’m sorry, Bucky,” you whispered, tears slipping free and rolling down your temples into your hair. “I didn’t think you’d want to help me,” you admitted, feeling silly for underestimating how much Bucky cared about you.

Bucky eased his fingers from inside you and gently grasped your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and pinning them to the sofa on either side of your head. He hovered so close to your face, you had no choice but to look him in the eye. Though he was blurry through your tears, you could still see the intensity of his gaze as he spoke.

“Even when you were nothing more than my ex-stepdaughter, I would have helped you,” Bucky said, his voice low and ardent. He ducked down, kissing the apples of your cheeks and working to dry the tears that still slipped from your eyes. “I know it can be hard to ask for help, but we’ll work on it.” He moved back, capturing your gaze with his own like he wanted to make sure you heard his next words. “You’re mine now, sweet pea, so if you need anything, you come to me. That’s the only way this works, do you hear me?”

“Yes, Bucky, I hear you—I understand,” you said quickly, wanting to assure him that you finally knew you could count on him. It felt so good to know that Bucky would be there for you, that he not only wanted to help you, but demanded you allow him to help you. With a trembling smile, you stared up at him and murmured, “Thank you.”

Bucky gave you a smile, his sharp gaze searching your eyes before he ducked down and brushed kisses to your cheeks until you were giggling beneath him, the scrape of his scruff tickling your skin. “Remember, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do,” he murmured when he pulled away, giving you another long look. 

“I know, daddy,” you said a little petulantly, your smile growing stronger even as your body thrummed with a reminder of your arousal. Your hips squirmed beneath Bucky, his cock brushing against your inner thigh and you moaned softly, your eyes fluttering closed as a reprehensible idea came to mind. Before you could think better of it, your lips were forming the words. “What if you only put the tip in?” 

Bucky froze and you opened your eyes to see him staring at you sharply. You bit your lip against a smirk when you felt his cock twitch against your bare thigh, the tip of him leaking precum against your soft skin. Your heart pounded excitedly in your chest and you felt certain you’d get exactly what you wanted when his expression softened into a wolfish grin, his blue eyes glittering in the light of the fire.

“Ya want my cock that bad, sweet pea?” Bucky cooed, one of his hands finally leaving your wrists to push between your bodies and stroke through your soaked folds. He grinned wider when you arched your back and moaned for him. “Mm, you are all wet and ready for me, baby,” he rumbled, his fingers playing with your dripping pussy. “Would be a waste not to even feel this sweet cunt sucking on my cock head.”

“Yes, daddy, please,” you begged breathlessly, your hips bucking up against Bucky’s fingers, trying to take them inside you. He slipped three into your tight heat, making you moan loudly, the sound filling the study. “So wet for you, daddy—need you, please.”

“Mm, you do, baby?” Bucky rumbled, a chuckle in his tone that caught your attention. You opened your glassy, dazed eyes and stared up at him. “Need daddy to take care of you, sweet pea? Need daddy’s help?” Bucky was still grinning but he raised an eyebrow pointedly, and you felt your face heat with a little bit of embarrassment at being called out, though you were surprised to find you gushed even harder around his fingers at the tiny sting of humiliation.

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered, closing your eyes for a moment against the sensations coursing through you before opening them and fixing Bucky with your pleading stare. You didn’t know if it was because you felt safe with Bucky or you were just so riled up, but you found it was a lot easier to ask for exactly what you needed—with plenty of filthy words meant to provoke the man who was teasing you. “I need your help with my drippy little hole, daddy, I’m so empty,” you whined, your eyes wide and your lips pouting as you asked Bucky for help. “Please fill me up, daddy, need you to help me, please!”

“Good girl,” Bucky rasped, looking a little dazed himself as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured against your skin before sitting back and watching as he pulled his fingers from your sopping cunt. He used them to grip the base of his hard length and smacked his cock on your clit, making you twitch and cry out, your pussy clenching pathetically around nothing while he groaned at the sight. “So fucking pretty, sweet pea—you’re daddy’s perfect little slut.”

“Daddy,” you whined, pushing your hands against the arm of the sofa and writhing your hips. “Please, daddy!” Your lips were pushed out in a pout as you stared up at Bucky, who seemed to enjoy teasing you far too much. 

“I know, baby, I know,” he grunted, giving your clit a few more slaps with his cock before he finally relented and pressed the head against your tight entrance. “Just the tip, right, sweet pea?” he rasped, his blue eyes sparkling as he stared at you, waiting for your acquiescence.

“Just the tip,” you said breathlessly, nodding at Bucky and knowing the both of you were lying through your teeth. You knew that if Bucky pushed inside you a little bit, it wouldn’t be long before you were begging for more, and then he’d be fucking you bare. It was a risk, but you couldn’t help yourself from taking it. “Please, daddy!”

At your begging words, Bucky pushed the swollen head of his leaking cock past the grasping entrance of your cunt, groaning and throwing his head back as he felt your tight heat envelop him. You were moaning and arching your back, tossing your head side to side on the sofa as you felt him stretch you with just the tip of his hard length. It made even more wetness gush from your cunt and your body squirmed as pleasure pulsed through your body.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” you babbled, sucking in gasps of air. “So big, feel so good.” Your hips writhed beneath Bucky, your ankles hooking around the backs of his thighs as your body moved on instinct, trying to impale yourself further on his cock. You desperately needed more of his stiff length filling your tight hole. 

“Stay still, sweet pea,” Bucky growled, pressing the hand not wrapped around his cock down on your lower belly, pinning you to the sofa so you couldn’t squirm. You whined pitifully, bucking against his hand, but relishing the fact that he was strong enough to keep you still. “Baby, ya gotta stop squirming or you’re gonna be taking more than just the tip of my cock,” Bucky gritted out through his teeth, the muscle in his jaw jumping frantically.

You blinked the haze of desire from your eyes and focused on Bucky, who was hunched over your body, his chest heaving in his expensive suit and some of his brown hair falling forward to frame his handsome face. His expression was strained, barely leashed desire making him look half feral. You knew he was trying to hold himself back for your own good, but you wanted him to snap and give you what you both wanted, so you whined again, begging, “Please, daddy, I need your cock—I need more of you.” 

“So fucking desperate, huh?” he growled, pushing another inch inside your grasping cunt and making you cry out at the stretch. “I thought you wanted just the tip, baby,” he muttered ruthlessly, pulling out until the head of his cock was only barely nudging at your entrance. “Now you want daddy to bury his bare cock balls deep in your unprotected pussy, is that it?” Bucky’s eyes were wild, his mouth twisted in a grimace as he fucked you with just the tip of his cock, driving you wild. “Wanna risk getting knocked up with daddy’s baby, sweet pea?” 

“Oh fuck,” you groaned, eyes rolling back as your head and shoulders thrashed against the sofa, your body a riot of sensation from Bucky’s filthy words and his cock just teasing your pussy. “Fuck, fuck, daddy, please, yes, I want you to fuck me raw,” you cried, your voice close to a sob as Bucky kept torturing you by fucking only the tip of his cock into your pussy. “Please, god, fuck me with your big daddy cock, I need it!”

Bucky let out a raspy chuckle as he gripped your thighs and pushed them up to your chest, leaning over you so his face hovered above you. When you managed to focus on him again, you found a wicked grin on his face. “No need to call me god, sweet pea,” he teased, giving you a wink even as the strain of holding himself back was evident in the lines of his face. “But if you wanna worship me like one, I won’t stop ya.” 

His teasing words had your eyelashes fluttering and your pussy squeezing down around the tip of his cock. You were so desperate for him that even his ridiculous humor couldn’t put a dent in your arousal. Thankfully, your clutching hole seemed to bring Bucky back to the moment.

“Fuck, I can’t hold back, baby,” he warned. He was gritting his teeth again and you stared, mesmerized, at the muscle jumping in his jaw. You smoothed your fingers over it, and Bucky turned his head to quickly kiss your palm before fixing you again with his stare. “Need to bury my cock in this sweet cunt.”

“Do it, daddy,” you whined, your hands curling around the back of Bucky’s neck, holding onto him while you bucked your hips for him. “Please, please, please.” Your final plea cut off in a cry as Bucky shoved himself deep inside your pussy, sheathing himself fully in your tight heat with one thrust. 

It was a good thing Bucky had prepared you with his fingers because he was big and thick, and the stretch burned just as much as it sent pleasure spiraling through your body. He tried to pause to give you time to adjust to his size, but you whimpered and squirmed beneath him, urging him on. With a low chuckle, Bucky pulled out of your clenching pussy and pushed in again, fucking a moan free from your lips. 

“That’s it, sweet pea, let daddy hear all your pretty sounds while he’s fucking you with his bare cock,” he rumbled, ducking down to press sweet kisses to your cheeks. 

You couldn’t have controlled yourself even if you’d wanted to. The feeling of Bucky pounding into your cunt was too good, and you wailed for him, moaning loudly and gasping for air as your mind and body were overwhelmed with pleasure. All the while, Bucky kept up a steady stream of filthy praise in your ear. 

“Good girl—fuck, you’re my good girl, baby,” he growled in your ear, his cock stretching you and filling you so perfectly. The tip of him pounding against that special spot inside you with every thrust. “You’re taking daddy so well, sweet pea, my perfect little slut—my girl, mine.”

Outside the study door, you heard a loud cheer from the party you’d completely forgotten about. Then, the sounds of everyone counting down from 30 began and you realized it must’ve been close to midnight. It felt surreal to think the rest of the party and the night had gone on while your relationship with Bucky, your entire world, had changed in the cozy little study with the roaring fire and comfy leather sofa. 

Catching your eye, Bucky smirked down at you while he huffed a grunt, feeling your pussy sucking his cock deeper inside you with every thrust. “You’re gonna come with me at midnight, sweet pea,” he said, using his bossy CEO voice that left no room for argument. 

Not that you had any desire to ignore this particular order. You nodded eagerly, a dazed smile pulling up the edges of your mouth. Pleasure was curling through you faster and faster, and you knew you were going to come soon anyway.

Bucky shoved his hand between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing furiously, making your cunt clench down hard around his cock. He grunted and pushed through the pleasure, fucking you harder and growling, “Count down for me, baby.” 

It took you a moment to decipher the chanting from the party, but when you did, you joined in. “Eighteen, seventeen, sixteen,” you counted in between gasps. 

Leaning down over you, pinning your body to the sofa with his pounding hips, Bucky pressed his forehead to yours and counted with you. “Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen.” His hips moved faster, fucking you harder and harder, his fingers rubbing your clit ruthlessly until you were moaning too hard to count. 

Pleasure was coiling tighter and tighter in your core and you knew you were close to the edge but you held off. You forced your heavy-lidded eyes to stay open, staring deep into Bucky’s warm, blue gaze as you counted down the final seconds together.  

“Three, two, one.” 

Right as the clock struck midnight and a raucous cheer went up from the party, the tension in your core snapped and your release hit you, sending you careening over the edge into a nearly overwhelming abyss of ecstasy. A scream worked its way up your thought, but Bucky silenced you with a kiss. Your first kiss with Bucky was at midnight on New Year’s Eve while you came around his cock. 

Fireworks exploded behind your eyelids so brilliantly you had no hope of knowing if they were all inside your head or mixing with those that went off above the event hall. Bucky’s lips moved against your own, his tongue licking into your mouth and taking possession of your entire being with his kiss. Your hands cupped Bucky’s face, holding him close as you devoured each other while wave after wave of pleasure pulsed through your body.

All the while, Bucky rutted into you, dragging out your release with the ferocity with which he chased his own. His thrusts turned wild and a moment later he groaned into your mouth, pressing his cock inside you, the tip kissing your cervix as he came deep in your pussy. You were trembling beneath him, moaning when you felt his stiff length throb and spill his load in your bare cunt.

Still, you held Bucky close, your lips fused together as you kissed fervently, the sounds of fireworks and people celebrating the new year a distant cacophony. Bucky’s hips worked lazily, pumping into you until you whimpered at the overstimulation and he grunted, pressing one last kiss to your lips before he stopped thrusting inside you. Rolling onto his side and tucking you between his big body and the back of the couch, Bucky held your limp body in his strong arms. 

You could feel his cock beginning to soften in your channel, his come leaking out of you and reminding you of what you’d just done. Oddly, you couldn’t find any unease in your heart. You knew you should feel dirty and shameful for fucking your ex-stepdad or, at the very least, worried about letting him come inside you when you weren’t on birth control, but none of those emotions were present. Instead, you felt more content and happy than you had in years.

“Feeling ok, sweet pea?” Bucky asked, his voice low and deliciously rumbly. His hand was rubbing up and down your spine in a soothing caress. You snuggled deep into his chest, hiding a smile against the soft, textured fabric of his suit jacket.

“Yeah,” you whispered, breathing deeply to inhale Bucky’s scent. You were already relaxed and loose from your orgasm, but the smell of him calmed you further.

“Any regrets about fucking your ex-stepdad?” Bucky asked bluntly, startling a laugh out of you. Leaning back, your cheek resting on Bucky’s arm, you looked up into his handsome face. His expression was a little guarded, but his eyes were vulnerable as he stared back at you, waiting for your response.

“No, not a single regret here,” you said softly, giving him a genuinely happy smile as you cupped his face in your hands. You pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth, smiling through the quiet rumble of appreciation that sounded in his chest at the light brush of your lips.

“Good,” Bucky said firmly, when you pulled away. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist, mirroring what you’d done when you were on your knees in front of him. It was a promise, just like yours had been. “Because I have plans for you,” he rumbled, his blue eyes sparkling when he caught your gaze again. Leaning in, he kissed you fiercely on the mouth. 

Your excited laughter was muffled when Bucky deepened the kiss, both of you getting lost in the slide of your mouths and the playful nipping of your teeth. You lay on the sofa in the study for a little while longer, making out like teenagers, until Bucky finally pulled away and regretfully told you he had to get back to the party and his guests. He gave you the option of going back with him or he’d order you a car to take you home. Wanting to spend more time with Bucky, you opted to stay with him.

After righting your clothes and cleaning yourselves up as well as possible in the bathroom adjoined to the study, Bucky escorted you back to the event hall, where things were a little more debauched than when you’d left. Most of the men had shed their jackets, with some having slung them around the shoulders of the women on their arms. Many of the women had smudged lipstick, if it wasn’t gone entirely, and you wondered what the hall must’ve looked like when the clock struck midnight.

Thankfully, neither Bucky nor you—him without his jacket and his shirtsleeves rolled up his elbows, and you without your tights—didn’t look any worse for wear than anyone else at the party. Though you felt a little naughty since Bucky had pocketed your panties before you could put them back on, promising to keep them safe while he cleaned his come from your thighs. 

The two of you wound through the crowd, Bucky wishing everyone a happy new year, until his old army friends waved you both over. They all looked glassy eyed and had a couple lipstick stains on their cheeks and necks, which made you giggle as they welcomed you and Bucky with friendly greetings. You spent much of the rest of the night tucked into Bucky’s side, chatting with his friends while his hand squeezed your hip possessively. Occasionally, Bucky shot you heated looks that made you remember what you’d gotten up to with your ex-stepdad in that study and you squirmed with renewed desire. 

At the end of the night, instead of taking you back to his place, Bucky sent you home in a car. When you whined in protest, he gave you a stern look and ordered you to get some rest—something you wouldn’t be able to do if you were in his bed. He gave you one last kiss that left your entire body thrumming with need before helping you into the backseat of the car with his jacket draped around your shoulders. At home, you cleaned off your makeup and got into bed wrapped up in Bucky’s jacket, the scent of his cologne making you feel calm and safe as you fell asleep.

You slept until late morning and woke to an alert from your bank. When you opened the app on your phone, you blinked blearily for almost a minute at what you found. There was so much money in both your checking and savings accounts, you thought there must’ve been an error. 

But when you called the bank, the person you spoke to said there was no mistake. A Mr. James Buchanan Barnes had directed them to deposit those amounts into your accounts and wire another large sum to your landlord. When the bank confirmed the amount, you realized Bucky had effectively payed off your apartment for the remainder of your lease. You thanked the person on the phone through numb lips, your eyes staring unseeingly at the ceiling as you realized Bucky had followed through on his promise to help you. In fact, he’d gone above and beyond what you’d expected.

It occurred to you that you had no idea how Bucky had acquired your bank account information, or the details of your lease to pay it off. It was the first time you’d truly seen the power Bucky could wield as one of the country’s most successful CEOs, and he was using it to take care of you. Your heart thumped happily and a smile tugged at the edges of your mouth as you thought about texting Bucky to thank him.

Just then, there was a knock at your door. You pulled the first thing you grabbed over your nightshirt, which turned out to be Bucky’s suit jacket that had been tangled in your blankets. Padding to the front door, you opened it and found a courier, who asked for your signature then gave you a small box. 

Retreating back into your apartment, you had a suspicion of who had sent the box and your heart beat excitedly in your chest. Sitting on your bed, your suspicion was confirmed when you opened the box and found a note. It was from Bucky, and read:

I had a wonderful night, sweet pea, and I can’t wait to see you again. Until then, I’ve enclosed a special gift for you to show you how much I appreciate you letting me help you. Take a picture of you wearing your gift and send it to me when you can. Happy new year. -Daddy

A wide grin was stretched across your face by the time you finished reading the note and you clutched it tight to your chest for a minute, squealing happily while you bounced on your bed. Once you’d gotten your excitement out, you opened the flat, wide square velvet box that had arrived with the note. 

Inside, you found a necklace. The chain was made up of delicate silver links that you knew were real silver, and at the center hung a beautiful, simple heart pendant. When you carefully lifted the necklace from the box to look at it more closely, you caught a glimpse of an inscription on the back of the pendant. 

As you read the words etched into the silver, your heart thumped happily in your chest and you bit your lip against a beaming grin. You felt heat blossoming in your core, making a needy, impatient ache grow between your thighs that you knew only Bucky would be able to help you with.

Remembering what his note had asked you to do, you fastened the necklace around your neck, not bothering to change or put on makeup before you snapped a few pictures until you found one you liked. In the photo, you were fresh-faced and beaming, your nipples poking through the thin fabric of your nightshirt, Bucky’s suit jacket still hangning off your shoulders. The necklace had settled around your neck, the pendant framed perfectly in the hollow of your throat.

It took you a moment to pull up Bucky’s contact and start a text thread since you’d never messaged him before. You sent him the photo with a simple, “Thank you, daddy.” Happiness settled around your shoulders, and a giddy excitement bubbled in your chest as you thought about the future that lay ahead of you with Bucky. It may be unconventional, but it was already precious to you.

Laying back in your bed, you enjoyed the weight of the necklace around your throat, a naughty smile stealing across your lips when you thought about the inscription on the back of the pendant. It was a reminder of your relationship that was only for you and Bucky, it was a promise between the two of you. You felt his comfort and his care as the words of the inscription flitted across your mind:

Property of J.B.Barnes

[navybrat817]

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. ❤️‍🔥

I mentioned the possibility of a sugar daddy alpha, so why not make him a silver fox? 😏

The type to see you at a gala and knows you feel a bit out of place. Doesn’t 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! ❤️

[bucks-babe]

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 oblivion 

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 didn’t 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.

“Hey, sugar. I’ve been missing you all day. You’ll never fucking believe the video Sam sent me of Tony trying out his new thrusters! He flew rig- What’s wrong?” He perked up at the sound of the door opening, truly missing his girl. Whenever you’re 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.

“Long day, baby. Just wanna be with you.” 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.

“What 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.” 

“Please, be mean to me, Bucky.” 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 can’t. What he can do is follow your request and make you forget.

“How mean do you want me, sugar?” Bucky has done this for you a few times. He always asks how you want him to treat you. It’s 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.

“Mean.” 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.

“Remember your colors, sugar?” You nob, excitement bubbling up inside of you. “Remember, daddy will only be upset with you if you don’t use them. If you need to say yellow or red, you will.” His tone is final. This is the only way he would ever agree to treating you like a slut.

“Yes, daddy.” And just like that, Bucky’s entire demeanor changes. He goes from your sweet, cuddly boyfriend to a cold and callous body of muscle. 

“Then take your clothes off, slut.” 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. 

“On your knees.” He’s 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. It’s 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.

“What? You think at the first signs of some tits I’m gonna get hard? I knew you were a dumb slut but I didn’t realize just how thick you were.” 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, Bucky’s 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. 

His metal hand wraps around your chin, much cooler than it’s 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. “Did daddy say you could suck his cock?” He uses his hand to shake your head from side to side, answering for you. “Then keep your slutty mouth shut.”

He spreads his legs wider and pulls your face closer to his heavy sack, already full of cum. “Hands behind your back, and suck on daddy’s balls.” 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.

“Oh, fuck, come on, slut, I know you can do better than that. Take ‘em both in your dirty mouth.” 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. “Such a dirty bitch, lapping at your daddy’s nuts, shit.” 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. “What a nasty fucking bitch, drooling all over the place just from sucking some balls.” 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 ‘green,’ 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. “Such a perfect fucking mouth, shit.” He stops you from bobbing your head, “Stop being such a desperate whore and let daddy finish his movie.” You're sure you’re leaking onto the floor at this point.

You are able to see his face and he looks wrecked, mouth hanging open and head back; he’s 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. 

The only sounds filling the room are Bucky’s 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 don’t swallow, letting his taste linger on your tongue. 

This isn’t 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 you’re up to. Flicking your ear with his metal hand he hisses, “Don’t make me punish you, bitch.” 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. “You disobedient little-” he cuts himself short at the small puddle of slick that he finds from your previous position. “Is that what I think it is?” You only whine in response, his grip on your neck never faltering. 

With his free hand, he reaches down to your pussy to feel just how wet you are, confirming his suspicions. “What a dirty fucking slut, leaking all over my floor.” He pulls you in closer to him just to whisper, “Lick it the fuck up, bitch,” before pushing you to the ground. 

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. “Messy bitch, you are? Cunt is pulsing, waiting for my dick. Too bad I have to punish you, isn’t it, slut?” He leans down to the floor, eyes lined up with yours. “Daddy is going to give you ten spanks and I want you to count them.” You don’t respond immediately, stuck in a sort of limbo, drawn in further at the softness in his eyes.

No matter how hard he tries, Bucky can’t hide his devotion to you, that’s why he doesn’t let you look at him when he needs to play this role. His whole face softens at your silence, fearing he’s gone too far. “Color, sugar.” Stroking your cheek, he leans in closer, breathing you in.

“Green, daddy, so green.” The sigh Bucky lets out is audible and he feels ten times lighter.

“Good girl, you want to keep going the way we were?” Even though you said green, he wants to be certain.

“Yes please, daddy, want you to be mean.” 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 isn’t soft by any means, you know there will be a handprint left. Your body jolts and Bucky groans at the jiggle of your ass. “One.” The second is on your other cheek and makes you clench around nothing. “Two.” 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 you’ve 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. “Shit! Seven, daddy.” 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.

“These last two are going to be harder, slut, since you forgot to count.” Even with his warning, you aren’t 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. “Don’t run away from me, you know better.” 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. 

You wail, body shooting up, legs fighting to close to soothe the sting left. Before you can, Bucky’s 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. “That’s it, fuck. Such a good pussy. Dirty fucking bitch.” You can’t breathe, his cock is knocking all of the air out of your lungs. The only sounds in the room are Bucky’s moans and the wet slapping of skin, his heavy balls banging against your sore clit. With each thrust you’re sure he’s 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. “Daddy, fuck, s-so g-good, please!” You don’t know what you’re 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. “Fuuuck, look at the ass bouncing on daddy’s cock, shit! Love the way this fat fucking ass looks when its all red and sore.” He’s in heaven, with the tight clench of your cunt wrapping around his cock, making him feel crazy.

“Daddy! I can’t, f-fuck, please, too much!” You’re 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.

“You can and you will take this dick, bitch. I don’t care if it makes you fucking bleed.” The pressure in your core builds tighter and tighter, all the while, Bucky’s 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 Bucky’s 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. “Fuck, sugar! That was so fucking hot! You squirted all over, shit! I fucking love you so goddamn much.” 

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. “You’re so fucking wet now I bet I could slide right into that tight ass, what do you think, slut?” Your core pulses at the thought of his fat cock in your ass, the two of you don’t usually do anal, given how big he is, but you can’t think straight, especially after cumming so hard.

“Yes, daddy. I want your big cock in my ass, want you to fill me up.” 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. “You gotta loosen the fuck up, bitch or else I’ll really fucking hurt you. Want this fucking ass so bad, better let daddy in. Cock is too big for this little ass, isn’t it, gonna split you in half, leave you leaking for days.” 

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, “Shhhh, stop being so dramatic.” 

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. “What the fuck?! Your ass is so fu-fucking tight, shit! Fucking milking my cock, wanna pound this little hole, wanna fucking ruin you.”

Burying his face in the back of your neck, Bucky was taking deep breaths, completely out of it. He wasn’t 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 didn’t want to stop, but you needed a break, before Bucky could move his hips you muttered, “Yellow, daddy, yellow.” 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. 

“Good girl, daddy’s so proud of you for using your safe word. Shhh, it’s okay, sugar. Do you just need a second to breathe? Take your time, if you need to stop I will.” 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 didn’t want to, more than willing to sit with his cock inside of you until you’re ready or decide to stop.

You don’t 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. “Green, daddy. I’m ready, just needed to get used to your fat cock, want you to pound into me.” 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. “Daddy, faster, please, harder, feels so good!” 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. “This fucking ass feels incredible. Taking me so well, knew you could do it, fuck. Splitting your tiny ass in half. Oh God!” 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, “Show daddy how much of a fucking slut you are and bounce that fat ass on his cock.”

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 Bucky’s 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, “Look at that, give me that ass, yes! Don’t you dare fucking stop, bitch, want you to milk this cock. Love the way it fucking bounces, never seen anything like it, oh fuck!” He was getting whiny, high pitched moans falling from his lips. He couldn’t help it, his cock was too fucking sensitive and you felt too good. 

“M Gonna cum, daddy! Can I cum?” 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.

“Not until I do. Fucking hold it, bitch.” 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. “Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. I’m gonna fucking nut. You want daddy to fill your ass up, huh? God! Fuck, I’m splitting you in two. Uhhh. Balls are so heavy, so much cum. Fuuuuuuck. Daddy’s gonna fill you up, have you leaking.”

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, “Shiiit, daddy’s gonna cum, gonna flood your ass, you ready, cum with your daddy. Right. Fucking. Now.” 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. Bucky’s hips jerk involuntarily, prolonging both of your orgasms. 

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. “You were so good for me, sugar. I’m so proud of you.” 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 you’re crying isn’t 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, “Such a good girl for me, you made me feel so fucking good. Can’t even begin to explain how good you felt. There you go, let it out. I’m right here.”

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. “I gotta draw us a bath, sugar. You know you have to pee, I’ll be right here when you’re done.” 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 aren’t close enough to him, wanting to be surrounded completely by him. Tears are still leaking down your face and even with Bucky’s consuming presence, you can’t seem to pull yourself up to the surface. Bucky’s arms are wrapped around you, making sure that you are as close as possible without him being inside of you.

“Sweets, can you look at me? Want to see those pretty eyes.” You can hear the concern in Bucky’s voice, but you can’t bring yourself to move away. He’s your safe space and you just want to bask in his warmth. “Sweets, please. Can you tell me how you feel? I need to know you’re okay.” You don’t know why that set you off, but all of a sudden more tears escape you, sobs fighting to make their way out.

Bucky’s entire world stops, fear shoots up his spine. He doesn’t know if he could live with himself if he hurt you, if he did something that you didn’t want. He knows that you asked him to treat you like a whore, but what if you didn’t 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. “Sweetheart, did I hurt you? Did I go too far? Please talk to me.”

Even though you didn’t want to talk, you could hear that he was about to cry. “I’m okay. Just love you so much.” You could feel Bucky relax under you.

“You sure, sweets? I’ve never seen you like this before.” 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. “I 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.” 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 didn’t know was possible. 

Before the water gets cold you’ve 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 don’t 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 don’t 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. 

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.

[justiceiswater]

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 doesn’t really pay the bills. One of the regulars has grown fond of you and wants to help you monetarily. He’s 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 Reader 

Warnings:  sMUT, FINALLY (18+), oral sex, sex

LMLY masterlist

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 couldn’t 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 don’t 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. Sebastian’s 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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[bucksangel]

more than a mid day amusement

pairing: sugar daddy/silver fox!bucky x reader

word count: 5k

summary: 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 y’all go! Thank you molly for unintentionally giving me inspiration🤍

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 there’s 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 D’oeuvres, 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 children’s charity that you can’t 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 you’re not here to talk business, so he doesn’t let the talks dip any further than surface level – always mindful of your time. While you never mind, after all you know why you’re here, you are thankful because you’re pretty sure your brain can’t hold any more information on Stark’s stock prices.

These parties – galas, charities, call it whatever you want – 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 isn’t conventional, it never has been. You met through one of those stereotypical romantic comedies “we walked into each other and spilled our coffees on each other” meet-cute situations outside of the coffee shop. Except, you weren’t 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. You’ll admit that you were a little rude to him, especially since even then you knew it was an honest mistake, but one flash of Bucky’s pearly white teeth and the low tenor of his voice asking if he can buy you a new one – a shirt and coffee – 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 don’t 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 “please treat yourself.” 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.

You’re still not sure how he got you to agree to it, even now Bucky says he’s not sure either, but you chalk it up to the fact that he’s a dangerous sweet talker. The fact that he’s 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 wasn’t 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 you’re easily twenty years younger than him, and that’s 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 hadn’t 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 he’d 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, he’s 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 doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though. But, Bucky doesn’t 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 he’s a provider by nature. He’d want you to accompany him to the events he has to attend as part of work, and in return he’d 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. You’ve never done this before, so it felt a little weird to be talking about it, but by the time you’d finished dessert, you were free of any hesitation.

You went home that night with Bucky’s number in your phone, five hundred dollars in your wallet, and a pending payment to your apartment complex for that month’s rent.

Tonight is similar to other charity events, boring small talk with even more boring people that’s only made better by Bucky’s arm around your waist. Also the new necklace he’d given you when he picked you up earlier that evening.

The necklace – 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. It’s smooth silk, and Bucky laughed when you asked to marry him because he made sure to tell the designer to add pockets. It’s beautiful, something Bucky has taken note of multiple times tonight.

“You’re stunning, you know that?” Bucky asks softly, his lips pressed to your ear and his hand warm on your lower back. You’re 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. “The most beautiful princess ever.”

Giggling, you can feel your cheeks heating up at the same time as your eyes roll a little.

“You’ve said that like five times tonight,” You tease, reaching up with your free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind Bucky’s ear.

“Well, how rude of me,” He says with a mischievous smile. “It should be triple by now.”

“You know you don’t need to sweet talk me, I’m already going home with you.” Again, you giggle, shaking your head teasingly.

“It’s not about that,” Bucky says seriously, his voice turning stern. “I don’t care if you sleep with me tonight or not, you’re beautiful, and you should know that.”

Butterflies fill your tummy, and your face grows warmer. Your heart bursts with affection at the same time feeling like it’s been stabbed. Lately, Bucky’s 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 you’re not falling in love alone.

Because, as much as you tried not to, you fell for your sugar daddy.

It’s probably a bad idea to let yourself sink into the delusion that you’re actually a couple, that you’re both in love without the monetary incentive. In fact, you know it’s dangerous.

That’s not going to stop you tonight.

Leaning up, you place a soft and lingering kiss on Bucky’s lips, both of you sighing into the kiss. “Thank you, daddy,” You whisper when you pull away, looking into his eyes and seeing a twinkle in them. You’re not sure what it means, and you want so desperately to ask why he’s looking at you like you’re his whole world, but the words die on your tongue. You don’t want to ruin the moment by revealing your feelings.

After a pause, Bucky smirks. “You’re welcome, princess.” He leans down this time and kisses you again, this time it’s 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 you’d 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, it’s always intense, whether he’s plowing into you from behind and calling you degrading names or you’re in missionary, whining and whimpering because Bucky won’t 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. You’ve sucked his dick under the tables of various restaurants. You’ve let him convince you to wear dresses without panties on your dates. Whatever it is you do, you know you’ll have fun.

Hours pass by with Bucky guiding you around the ballroom, making small talk with people you don’t know the names of, playing the part of his doting date expertly. It’s when he leaves your side to go to the bar that things heat up.

“Oh my god,” A deep voice says behind you, and for a split second you have a sense of nostalgia, like you’ve 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 wouldn’t you know it, it’s Aaron, your best friend from childhood. Happiness immediately floods your body. You haven’t seen or heard from him in so long, not that there was a bad falling out, you two just grew apart. But it’s still good to see him, he was a part of so many happy memories when you were a kid.

“Oh my god!” 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. “Aaron, it’s so good to see you! We haven’t talked in so long.”

“I know,” He says remorsefully, sporting a sheepish grin that you match. “I’m sorry about that. You were my best friend.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault, okay? It was both of us.” 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.

“Remember when Anthony tripped you for saying no to his marriage proposal?” Aaron asks with a chuckle, and you let out a laugh at the memory.

“Well, we were seven and at that time all boys had cooties, so I’m not sure why he thought I’d say yes.”

“Princess.” Bucky says from behind you, and you turn around to see him holding a glass of bourbon with slightly furrowed brows.

“Oh, Bucky!” You exclaim, reaching out for him and tugging him closer. “This is Aaron, we used to be the best of friends when we were kids.”

“I know Aaron,” Bucky says cooly, wrapping his arm around your waist possessively. When you look back at your friend, you completely miss the anger in Bucky’s eyes. “We went to the same college. I was a TA for a few of his first year classes.”

Your eyebrows shoot up, and you look between Bucky and Aaron with a quizzical look.

“Really? Wow, the world is small.” 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 you’ve drank has gotten to your system and the need to pee hits you straight in the gut. Extracting yourself from Bucky’s hold, you tell the men that you’re going to the bathroom, and kiss Bucky’s cheek before turning and walking towards the hallway that leads to it.

And while you’re in the bathroom, you’re 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 Bucky’s grip would tighten with each one. But you saw his wedding ring, so you’re sure he doesn’t 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 Bucky’s back as he faces your friend. Aaron has a smug smirk on his face, his hands in his pockets, and his posture relaxed. He doesn’t seem phased by whatever Bucky is saying, making you curious as to what they’re talking about. When you get a few feet behind them, you start to hear it.

“…So leave her alone, okay? She’s taken.” Bucky’s voice is deep, using what you’ve deemed his Important CEO voice.

“I don’t know about that,” Aaron says, and the unpleasant feeling grows. “She didn’t seem to mind that I was flirting with her. Plus, what are you, like, seventy? You’re way too old for her, grandpa. She’s going to leave you eventually.”

Anger flares up in your body, your eyes filling with fire and your heart filling with rage at his degrading comments. Bucky is perfect. He’s kind, respectful, funny, the whole nine yards. So someone insulting him, especially about your age gap which you know he’s already a little self-conscious about.

“She’s my girl,” Bucky reiterates sharply, and you can see his hand tighten around the now empty glass he’s holding. Quite frankly, you’re surprised it hasn’t shattered. With the short pause in their conversation, you decide now is a time to butt in.

“Bucky,” 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 wouldn’t be a good look. You decide it’s safer to play dumb. “I’m not really feeling good.” Bucky’s eyebrows furrow with worry, his free hand coming up to cup your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, he’s always taken your well-being seriously, and the affection settles you a little.

“Nothing, I just think I drank a little too much. Do you think we could leave?” You briefly glance over at Aaron, seeing that he’s now looking pissed off.

Good.

“Of course we can, princess,” Bucky says softly, leaning forward and kissing your forehead tenderly. “Come.”

You don’t bother saying goodbye to Aaron, you don’t even glance at him as you let Bucky tug you along to the car. You’re starting to get worried with each step you take because you can see that he’s tense while at the same time despondent. He’s never said anything about your age gap bothering him, but you can be observant. You’ve noticed that lately he’s been a little timid when telling anyone how old he is when you’re around, almost like it just drives home the point that you’re 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 Bucky’s penthouse, he’s 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 he’s feeling, to tell him that it’s okay because you genuinely do care for him and that Aaron was out of line for saying the things he did.

Again, you can’t seem to find the words.

You still don’t 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. It’s not until you get into his kitchen that he says anything.

“Are you happy with our arrangement?” He asks as he hands you a glass of water, and the question physically hurts you.

“Of course I am,” You say, even though it’s a complete lie. In reality you want to actually be with him, but you’re still deciding on if you want to tell him. “Are you not?”

Bucky doesn’t 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.

“So you wouldn’t prefer to actually be in a relationship?” He asks tentatively, putting his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground as though it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “There are plenty of men out there that would love to have you as theirs.”

That stabs at your heart, and you have to force the tears from forming in your eyes. That ‘plenty of men’ comment crushes you, because it just proves to you that he doesn’t see himself actually being in a relationship with you.

“No,” 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. You’ve never felt this way about anyone else, never felt this type of all consuming love for another person, and you don’t want to lose it.

It seems like you might, tonight.

“Um,” Bucky says after a while, clearing his throat. “I can, uh, take you home if you’re still not feeling good.” This time tears do form in your eyes. You don’t want to leave, but it seems like he’s pushing you out as politely as he can.

You know what you need to do.

“If you want to end our arrangement, I understand.” Your voice is soft but thick with how hard you’re trying not to cry. “If you want to be with someone else, it’s okay.” It’s not, not really. But you know it’s not your right to demand that he stay with you if he doesn’t want to.

“I don’t want to be with anyone else,” 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. “But I’m too old for you. You need someone younger, someone better suited for you than I am.”

“You’re perfect for me,” You blurt out despite your better judgment. “You’re not ‘too old’, and there’s no one better suited for me than you. We get along, don’t we? Don’t you at least like my company?”

“I love your company.” Both of you pause, and this time a spark of hope ignites in your heart. “I love you.”

His soft admission causes you to gasp, and your anxiety completely fades away.  Now that you know his feelings, you’re not going to let him push you away.

“But- “

“But nothing,” You say, standing up on wobbly legs due to your heels. Bucky immediately reaches for your waist to steady you, and they don’t drop when you’re upright. “Even if it’s difficult, if we love each other, it’ll be worth it.”

“You love me?” Bucky sounds shocked, his eyes widening almost comically, though hopefully.

“I do,” You whisper, tucking a stray strand of hair behind his ear and then cupping his cheek in your palms. “I love you, Bucky. You. Not anyone else. I don’t care how old you are because we connect. We understand each other like I know no one else can.”

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. It’s not all tongues and teeth and clashing and intensity, it’s warm and passionate and loving, it’s 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.

“You really love me, princess?” 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.

“I really love you, daddy.” 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. You’re 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.

“Fuck, you smell so good,” He groans, his tongue darting out and forcing its way through your folds to tease your clit. And you’re extremely thankful you went without panties tonight.

“Daddy,” You whine, shifting forward into Bucky’s mouth, but he retreats as soon as you do. “Please.”

“Don’t worry, princess,” He murmurs, standing back on his feet. And, even though you want to tear his clothes off, you also don’t want to ruin the serenity of the moment. So you’re slow when taking Bucky’s clothes off, also kissing him and relishing in his pleased sighs and quiet moans.

“Da-“

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 you’re breathless and only vaguely aware of Bucky’s hand creeping up your inner thigh until you’re gasping into his mouth due to his thumb settling right against your clit.

“Say it again,” He demands, and you know what he wants to hear.

“I love you.” 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 Bucky’s chest.

He doesn’t 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 you’ll wear proudly.

He continues his gentle movements, only speeding up slightly when he notices your pleasure is growing.

“Fuck, princess, need you to cum so I can be inside you.” His begging only gets you more worked up and you’re so close you can taste your release. “Please, cum.”

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.

“Daddy,” You say, though you’re not sure exactly what you want to say.

“What do you need, princess?”

“You.” Your response is immediate, and you see Bucky’s features soften. “Always you. Only you.”

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, “I love you.”

And that’s all the preamble needed for Bucky to push in, slowly stretching you and splitting you open until you’re fully speared on his cock. You can’t 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 other’s eyes as though you can’t get enough of it.

“Please move, daddy.”

He does, pulling his hips back and then thrusting forward, forcing a moan from your mouth. He does it again and again until he’s worked up a steady rhythm, making love to you and worshipping you with his mouth, his hands, and his words. He’s 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 don’t realize you’re crying until Bucky’s lips ghost over your cheek and catch a tear, shushing and cooing at you.

“Princess, fuck princess, I love you so much. You feel so fucking good around me, you’re fucking perfect, you know that? The only one for me for this life and any others I live.” Bucky doesn’t stop there, he keeps telling you sweet things and thrusting his hips and nailing your special spot with each one.

“I’m gonna cum, daddy!”

“Hold it,” He says, fucking you a little faster. “Cum with me.”

You whine, and you desperately want to cum, but if Bucky doesn’t want you to then you won’t. 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 you’re vaguely aware of Bucky’s 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.

“What’s so funny?” He asks, teasing.

“Nothing,” You assure, now rubbing up and down his back. “I’m just happy.”

Bucky sighs, smiling softly before leaning down to kiss you chastely. Carefully, he rolls you both over so you’re now lying on top of him with his cock still lodged deep in your pussy, keeping his release in place.

“I’m happy too,” Bucky confesses, smiling wider when you do. You both go quiet for a long while, you’re resting your head on his chest and he’s rubbing your back and sides, reveling in the love you share. When you yawn, Bucky chuckles, kissing the top of your head.

“Go to bed, princess. I’ll make us breakfast in the morning.”

“M’kay,” You mumble, nuzzling his chest and kissing over his heart. “I love you.”

“I love you too, princess,” Bucky murmurs, kissing you again. “I love you too.”

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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