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the hotel room

a/n: my period is so hardcore this week... like i've opened the gates of hell....... that's not relevant to the story, or maybe it is, idk, maybe that's why i went kinda nuts with the fantasy. and btw thanks again to everyone who, a few weeks ago, helped me cook up this nastiness, figuring out how logan could slip his way into the story

summary: pressing the button to the elevator, Reed promptly glanced your way, “what? But–, come on, kiddo,” he kept his voice hushed as to not call the attention of the other people in the hotel lobby, “I know that this is all my fault, I was the one who had too many drinks and let it slip to him, but if you don’t do this, then he’ll go to the dean and get me fired,” he uttered before his head dipped down to plant a kiss upon your brow, “please, babygirl. I will pay you double if you just do this for me.”

warnings: professor!sugar daddy!reed richards x innocent!reader x professor!logan howlett, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, polyamory, corruption kink, blackmail, age gap, student/teacher relationship, forbidden romance, cuckolding reed, alcohol consumption, smoking, intox kink, somno, slight daddy kink, kinda light ddlg vibes, erectile dysfunction (but thankfully grandpa logan has got pills for that. let him go all fucking night, yeehaw), kissing, sir kink, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, forced orgasm, impact play, pain kink, choking, crying, dacryphilia, oral, spit kink, scent kink, pussy inspection, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, cumplay

word count: 3636

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“Wait,” you suddenly caught your professor’s hand, “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Pressing the button to the elevator, Reed promptly glanced your way, “what? But–, come on, kiddo,” he kept his voice hushed as to not call the attention of the other people in the hotel lobby, “I know that this is all my fault, I was the one who had too many drinks and let it slip to him, but if you don’t do this, then he’ll go to the dean and get me fired,” he uttered before his head dipped down to plant a kiss upon your brow, “please, babygirl. I will pay you double if you just do this for me.”

“I thought it was already doubled,” you tilted your head slightly as you blinked up at the doctor.

“Well, then now it’s quadrupled,” he stated just as the ding of the elevator’s arrival sounded.

“I just still don’t understand,” you murmured as the doors dragged open before you both stepped on, “if he’s your friend, then why would he do this?”

“Well, that’s just Logan for you…” Reed sighed as he reached over to push the button to the right floor, “it’s a lot more fun when you aren’t on the receiving end of it,” he uttered as the doors slid closed once more.

And as the elevator began to move, you still clutched onto his hand as you muttered, “…I should really tell Steve…” guilt nearly eating you up inside, his possessive warnings playing on a loop in your mind.

“Don’t,” the firm word swiftly slipped from the older man’s lips, “I already told you. Your stepbrother doesn’t need to know everything you get up to.”

“But–”

“No buts,” he shook his head as he dipped down to smother your worries with a kiss, “everything will be okay, alright?”

Blinking up into his gaze as he remained close to you a moment longer, “okay…” you then nervously nodded.

Your fingers only squeezed Reed’s hand tighter as you reached the correct floor and stepped off the elevator.

And when you momentarily entered the hotel room looming at the end of the long corridor, you discovered that the other man was already waiting inside.

Planted in a chair, with broad windowpanes directly behind him, the night’s stars twinkled behind the notoriously alcoholic history professor, who, judging by his age, long ago earned his tenure at Highridge University.

“Logan,” Reed offered a small nod as he spotted his manipulating colleague.

“Richards,” the older man raised up the stout glass in his hand before taking a sip of the dark amber liquid inside, “you want a drink?”

“Sure,” he exhaled, “why the hell not,” before he let go of your hand to wander over towards the little bar area in the corner of the room.

“Just be careful that you don’t spill anymore secrets,” Logan winked before finally turning his attention to you, “what about you?”

“Good evening, Professor Howlett,” you nearly panted as you glanced down at your fidgeting hands, “I–, uhm… no thank you, I’m not old enough.”

“Really?” a shiver ran down your spine at the smirk that promptly blossomed on his weathered features, “well how old might that be if you’re not old enough?”

Eyes only fluttering up grant him a single nervous glance, you uttered, “eighteen…”

“You caught a freshman?” Logan looked to his friend as he fixed himself a cocktail, “damn…” he continued to grin as his gaze reunited with your frame, his eyes lapping up your visage like you were a Michelin meal, “come here, let me have a look at you.”

Shotting Reed a hesitant look, he then offered you an encouraging nod, “go on,” and his hand gestured for you to do as you were told.

Tensely tiptoeing a tad closer to where the history professor was sitting, he took another sip as he stared, “hmm… well, aren’t you pretty…” his eyes lapped up the little black dress and heels you’d been slipped into for the occasion, “did he buy you this?”

“Yeah…” you couldn’t help but tug lightly at the bottom hem.

“Well, isn’t that nice,” he smirked, “some brand new wrapping paper, just for me.”

With a drink now in hand, Reed then crossed the room and sank down into an armchair behind where you stood, placed adjacent to the large bed in the middle of the space.

“So, sweetheart…” Logan’s pointer fingers briefly tapped the rim of his glass, “take it off,” he commanded, though when your body only froze up at his words, he then cocked a brow, “what, do you need a hand? Let me see what you’ve got to work with underneath.”

Reaching back, you apprehensively pulled down the zipper of your dress before letting it fall to the ground, the black fabric pooling around your strappy heels, which remained on. Though you tried not to meet the old man’s eye, you still saw how he grinned at the lingerie you revealed, dark and sheer, and also not your choice, as Reed had simply brought you all of it and told you to wear the entire outfit.

“Beautiful…” Logan uttered before he clapped his thigh lightly, “come here.”

Hesitating a moment, your heels didn’t shift yet as you glanced back over your shoulder at your sugar daddy, and confusion faintly crinkled your brows as you’d assumed that you were going to be alone with the history professor, though Reed didn’t seem to be going anywhere.

Finally forcing your feet to move, when you got close enough and still remained timid, Logan simply grabbed your waist and pulled you into his lap. Landing slightly askew, your legs crossed his thighs as he cradled your spine with a hooked arm.

A sharp intake of air filled your lungs as you felt the hardness beneath you, already throbbing from the little blue pill he had popped only moments before you had arrived.

“Let daddy have a look…” he murmured as he spread apart your legs, “oh, fuck…” the old man wasted no time indulging himself and reaching down to let his fingertips ghost across your covered slit, conjuring gasps from your lungs as he tickled your cunt, “tell me again… how old’s this tiny pussy, huh?”

“E-eighteen…” your eyes shifted slightly as, not only the repeated question, but his tone confused you.

“Yeah? She’s only eighteen?” he cooed before suddenly showing off his impressive old man strength, scooping you up and flipping you on your head till your ass was slotted up under his chin, “you think your little teen pussy can handle someone like me?” he uttered as you tried to tilt your face away from the giant tent in his pants, “someone old enough to be your fucking grandfather…”

“I don’t know…” you murmured, the sheer thought brought heat up to your innocent cheeks.

“You don’t know, huh? You’ve ever been with someone my age before?” he asked as he then buried his nose against your covered core, tickling you as he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling in his skull as your scent filled his nostrils.

“N-no…” you squirmed lightly against his persistent nose.

“You haven’t? Does the thought just make you feel too icky?” his tongue offered the see-through fabric of your panty-clad slit a little lick, “I bet it does…”

His fingers then extended, from where both of his strong hands held your hips up and tugged the gusset of your mesh underwear off to the side, even though the material didn’t leave much up to the imagination.

“Look at that…” he groaned as he inspected your pussy, greedily spreading your puffy petals apart, “you sure she isn’t a virgin?” he briefly lifted his gaze from your tiny holes to glance at Reed.

“No,” the other professor shook his head, “she isn’t,” before taking a sip of his drink.

“Ah, what a shame… could have been so much fun to get some blood on this dick tonight… but who knows, maybe if I try hard enough, I’ll manage to get some anyways…”

Whirling you back around, he planted your dizzy frame on the ground between his legs.

And as he then freed his cock, your eyes couldn’t help but grow at the girth that sprang forth and slapped him in the abdomen. Though he still couldn’t compare to the monstrosity of certain students who often bullied their way inside of you, the professor’s size could still give most of the Kappa Alpha Nu members a run for their money.

“Well, go on,” he uttered expectantly, “this cock isn’t gonna suck itself,” he said, before you first shifted to try and wrap your fingers around him as a gentle beginning for the sake of your own sanity, but Logan promptly swatted your hands away before they could make contact, “na-ah, I said suck, not touch. Come on, give it a real big kiss, little one,” his grasp at the base of himself briefly wagged the intimidating length at you.

Leaning in close, you pressed your lips softly against the very tip of him, making him chuckle darkly. Blinking up into his eyes, you then timidly dragged your soft tongue against the bulbous head, a drop of precum rolling down to meet the silky lick.

Scooping his free hand around to the back of your head, he kept you from fleeing as he then fed you his cock, groaning as the tip of him disappeared inside your mouth, “there you go, kid…”

Reaching over to the small side table by the chair that he lounged in, he caught the bottle of whiskey and refilled his glass, savouring the taste as he let you momentarily retreat to merely make out with the bulbous head of his dick.

But then suddenly, he grabbed your jaw and temporarily plucked you off of his fat cock, “open up,” he commanded before lifting his glass up to his own lips again, though when he sipped, he didn’t let the alcohol flow down his own throat and instead tilted down closer to you and slowly spat it into your mouth, “swallow,” the older man then caught your chin, forcing you obey his orders. The amber liquor burned on its way down, as you weren’t used to drinking something so strong, causing you to cough at the horrible taste, “good girl,” Logan smirked before shutting up your wincing by stuffing your mouth full of his thick dick once more, utilising the brief flash of your guard being down to push your head down even further, ramming his length down deep enough to make you gag a bit.

The blowjob only got rougher after that as he rhythmically went back and forth between fucking your throat so greedily that tears blurred up your vision and pausing to spit more of the strong whiskey into your mouth.

You frankly lost count of the amount of times that he interjected the face fucking to make you drink more, lazily jerking himself off as you swallowed the liquor. All you knew was that the burn didn’t improve in the slightest.

Smacking his fat dick against your tear-stained cheeks and breathless face, he barely waited for you to stick your tongue back out, though also couldn’t resist not tapping the weight of himself against it before burying himself once more. He treated your mouth as if it were just any other hole, ruthlessly using it with no regard to your dignity or whether or not you could breathe.  

Though when he saw Reed’s eyes wander for just a brief second, Logan swiftly raised his voice, “hey! Don’t you look away!” he snapped as he made you suck on his heavy, low hanging balls, “eyes right here, that’s what the deal was,” he stroked himself as his other palm stayed at the back of your head to keep your lips glued, drooling against his sack, “watch your little girl fucking worship me, not you.”

When he finally let you breathe again and pulled your mouth off of him, you noticed just how dizzy you had become as he rose from the chair and yanked you up with him as well. Already tipsy, though you had very little experience with your low tolerance, you still had a chilling feeling that your entire world would be hazy in just a few short moments.

Ripping off your bra and panties, the professor didn’t bend to so much as touch your heels before he tossed you onto the bed. As he moulded you to balance on your hands and knees, he twisted you around to face Reed instead of the headboard.

And though you found a grain of comfort in the doctor’s presence, there was still a look in his eye, as he simply sat on his hands and sipped his cocktail, that caused your stomach to churn.

When Logan suddenly jammed himself inside of you, plunging balls deep already, a screeching gasp escaped your lips as you instinctively tried to crawl away, though the old man’s hands promptly captured your hips in a bruising hold, “where do you think you’re going? Don’t you fucking run!” pants of pleasure seeped through his harsh warning, “Reed, tell your toy to behave.”

Catching your teary eye, Reed then let out a low sigh, “kiddo, please,” tilting his head slightly as he spoke, “be good for Professor Howlett. I know him. Believe it or not, this is him being nice,” he watched the way that your face scrunched up as Logan behind you withdrew just a tad before snapping his hips back against the plush of your ass, making the curve ripple at the selfish impact, “come on, you can take it. If not for me, then for the boys… just think of all the trouble they’d get into if I’m not around anymore to protect them…”

Digging your fingers into the sheets below, you then heard yourself whimper, “I-I’m sorry, sir…”

“Fucking kids…” Logan grumbled before he then extended an arm to pick up a thick cigar resting on the nightstand. Lighting it up, his hips kept on thrusting as he took the first drag, “…but I gotta admit, I get why you hang onto her,” he trapped the cigar in between two of his fingers as he glanced down at where he repeatedly made himself disappear, his free hand drifting down to spread you open more and grant him a better view, “she is so fucking tight, man…” his thumb briefly traced your stretched opening, torn open and gripping crudely around his fat girth, “…might just split you in two, tiny one…”

Raising the cigar back up to his lips, he didn’t exhale yet as he then momentarily bent down over you and twisted your head up towards him. Prying your lips apart, he then blew the thick smoke into your mouth and laughed at the way it made the tears in your eyes well up further as you coughed. Repeating the cruel action one more time, he then spat in your face and rubbed the saliva in with his palm, the same one that clutched the cigar, before his hand smacked your cheek in two swift, stinging blows and he straightened back up behind you.

Glancing down to where he filled you up, a bright grin bloomed on the old man’s features as he noticed the whisper of blood that had tainted your wetness because of how rough he was being, though his arrogance only grew after that, and so did his efforts.

Hissing lightly as something hot suddenly stung your spine, you glanced back over your shoulder to discover the professor tapping some of the ash off the tip of his cigar and onto the dip of your lower back, using the faint valley as an ashtray even though there was already a real one on the bedside table a single meter away from him. A whimper slipped from your lips as the embers were still hot enough to burn you slightly as they drifted down to meet your skin.

Though soon, when your arms gave out and your upper body sank down against the mattress, your face buried in the sheets, the way that his heavy nut sack pounded against your clit, beating it up each time he bottomed out, your cries gradually melted into moans, something Logan naturally picked up on as he soon croaked cockily, “yeah? You like that, kitten?”

“Uh… I-I think I’m close…” you twisted your face against the bedding as you couldn’t believe the sensation that was taking over your body.

“Oh yeah?” he hummed before stating, “well, we can’t have that,” as he then abruptly pulled all the way out.

As you glanced back to protest, you instead watched as Logan’s palm came down upon your pussy, smacking your slick folds brutally till your knees wobbled and you came crashing down against the bed, squirming and wiggling against the sheets as his harsh hand instead moved on to spank your ass till it was sorely bruised and you had forgotten all about your sweet high.

Setting his cigar down in the ashtray nearby, the history professor then lowered himself down over you till his weight squished you into the mattress and made it harder for you to breathe.

Slamming back into you like he was trying to break you, he swiftly found his rhythm once more before his hand scooped up under you, briefly groping your tits on his way to your breathless throat. Squeezing his fingers around your neck and silencing your squeaks, his nose pressed up against your cheek before he let his tongue flicker out to lick up some of the tears that stained it.

“P-please, professor…” you cried as his thrusts drove you further down into the mattress, “it’s too much…”

“I don’t fucking care,” he only tightened his grasp around your throat, “would you rather lose your dear sugar daddy over there?” he tilted your chin slightly, forcing you to meet Reed’s stare, “who knows, maybe I could even convince the dean that you should be expelled as well…”

“No! I–… sir…” your whine morphed into a sob as the threat rattled you to your very core.  

Keeping his face flush up against your own, he then murmured, “I’m gonna count down from ten, and then you’re gonna cum for me,” not finally granting you the permission, but forcing you to, “if you ever wanna graduate, then let me feel it.”

“What? B-but–, I can’t!”

But instead of listening to your pleas, Logan began his countdown, “ten, nine…”

“Sir, please,” you continued to pant beneath him, “I-I–”

“Eight, seven, six…”

His murmured numerals tickled the shell of your ear as he then snaked a hand down to bully your puffy clit, “a-ah!”

“Five, four, three, two–,” but just before he uttered the last number, a white-hot sensation crashed into you like a bus, causing a scream to rip from your lungs as your cunt clamped down around his cock, “oh, there we go… that’s a good little slut…”

Though the professor didn’t stop at that, in fact didn’t even slow down, as his efforts only grew in intensity, overstimulating you till you were fully sobbing and cumming once again in record time.

“That’s right,” he growled as you broke for him, “take it, bitch,” your body jostled beneath his own as he kept on ramming into you, “cream all over that big daddy dick again…”

After your pussy stopped weakly fluttering around him, it became nearly impossible for you to snap back from that agonising high, as the world only kept on being foggy to the point that you nearly blacked out.

You were, in fact, so far gone, half on a different plane of existence, that you only noticed that he himself had finished after his thick cock had slipped back out and he crawled off of you, leaving your sore cunt brimming with his load.

Eyes fluttering shut, you finally lost the battle as exhaustion kicked in, not noticing how long Logan stayed afterwards before the door to the hotel room swung closed behind him, leaving just Professor Richards and your passed out form in there.

Finally getting up from his front row seat, you’d expected Reed to go to you with his arms open wide and sweet words of comfort, but instead, the doctor exhibited no shame at all with just how much the entire event had turned him on, essentially prostituting his sweet little girl just so he could keep his side job.

“Huh?” you stirred, groggily whining when his touch spread you open, first inspecting the still quivering state of your core, before he then gathered up the streaks of cum that had begun to leak out of you and fingered it back inside your poor hole.

“Fucking hell, kiddo…” he quit trying to stuff the load back inside and instead opted to curve his digits inside of you and scooped it all out, “that was so fucking hot…”

“Professor R-Richards?” your murmur was still barely coherent as you couldn’t even lift your head up.

“It’s alright,” he uttered through a groan as he now stroked his cum covered hand up and down his own length, using the sticky load as lube for himself.

“What are you doing?” you tried to ask before he then suddenly grabbed your hips and yanked you back to the corner of the bed, dangling your legs off of the angled edge to where he kept on standing. The move caused your eyes to snap open as a loud gasp expanded your lungs, “Reed?”

“Shh,” he hushed right before he buried himself balls deep inside of your pussy, his fat girth forcing the last bit of cum to gush out, “just go back to sleep…”

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biiiig mean stretch!

spencer reid x fem! reader

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, THIS IS FILTHY. NAAAAASTY, you’ve been warned. mean harsh dom! spencer and bratty sub! reader, nasty make outs, spanking, hair pulling, cursing, degradation and praise (not quite towards you), use of good girl (again, not towards you), dirty talking, oral sex (s! receiving), face fucking, edging, gagging, facial, multiple orgasms and rounds implied, teasing, begging, hickeys, choking, spencer being a little bit of a pervert, piv sex, using cum as lube, unprotected sex (guys don’t do this), scratching, pussy talking, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, slapping, spitting, spencer has crazy stamina…

from this request.

@cherriesinthespring & @brattyspence 💋

you were actually exhausted. whole body aching, the last thing you needed was to talk to him, but as always, there he was. your asshole of a flatmate. with his stupid glasses on as his amber eyes strolled through the pages of his book miles per hour.

“well, look who it is. past midnight. seems like cinderella by how fucked up you look.”

you rolled your eyes at the smirk on his tone, kicking off your heels. “fuck off reid, i’m not in the mood for your bullshit.”

your relationship had been strained from the start… you two were like oil and water. always had been, since the two of you were five and had the sufficient conscience to choose if you liked each other or not. and believe me, if you had had another choice… you wouldn’t have even taken up the offer to live with him. but your mother, diana’s best friend, as soon as she had learnt that you had been given a promotion and needed to move to quantico? had told the blonde, who excitedly told her that spencer was looking for a flatmate. that sealed your destiny. and now there you were. sharing space with the person you loathed most in the entire world.

“hell, okay, you’re not fucked up at all, ‘cause getting some dick wouldn’t have left you like that.”

you groaned, your head throbbing, full body tense. “well at least i get to fuck, not like you, you only get off to letters on paper.”

and he dared to chuckle, fucking chuckle. he closed his book and put it aside, tall frame leaving its seat at the sofa to slowly stroll over you.

“well isn’t your vocabulary a delight?” he crooked his head. “now why don’t you tell me what’s gotten you all bothered, princess. ‘cause i’m sure my incredible presence cannot be it.” he said sarcastically, but he seemed intrigued to know what had happened. “hard day at work? did starbucks ran out of caramel drizzle? or is your rose toy dead?”

“you little…” your hands were reaching for his throat, but he was faster, his tongue clicking as his strong long fingers surrounded your wrists, stopping you centimeters away from his warm skin.

“really, doll? trying to choke an fbi agent? such a bad girl…” you gasped as he pinned you against the wall. “you could get in a lot of trouble for that. maybe i should use my cuffs on you. or maybe not, i’m sure you’d end up enjoying it.” he muttered that last part against your ear, your cheeks reddish in both anger and embarrassment.

“fuck you.” you spat, and he chuckled, dark and teasingly against the skin if your neck. you were not done. he wanted to play dirty? two could do that. “and what do you say about extortion of people by your power, huh? an fbi agent trying to make me kneel under him for his status? i could easily get you fired. you should be ashamed, reid… but… it seems like you are more like… excited, huh?” and with a roll of your hips against him you confirm what you had suspected: he was hard. rock hard at that.

he smirked at you, ignoring your jab as he leaned over you. “are you threatening me?” he muttered against your lips, his tongue wetting his bottom one.

your eyes followed the movement, and your throat dried up. you squinted at him. “are you?”

“you know… all this brattiness of yours is really getting on my nerves.”

“really? by how hard you are… i would believe you’re enjoying it.” you muttered back. your breaths were mingling. there was heat pooling down on your lower stomach. and the tension exuding from your bodies could be cut with a knife.

“you need to learn to keep your mouth shut.” he growled, eyes dangerous.

“but wouldn’t you like it wide open…, reid?”

you could feel the moment he said “fuck it”, his brown eyes now completely pitch black. “yeah? then open the fuck up.”

and next thing you knew? his tongue was deep into your mouth, which had willingly fallen open for him. the two of you groaned, and the tight hold he had on your wrists turned bruising. it was as if he hated the idea that he desired you so much. maybe he did. maybe you did. but right now the only thing you could focus on was on his hard cock pushing against your belly, and how soaked your panties felt stuck against your throbbing clit. when had you gotten so wet?

a moan left you as his plush lips surrounded your tongue and sucked, a hum leaving his chest when he then moved to your neck, sucking some more on the skin there.

“i think i ought to teach you a lesson, don’t you?” you whined as he bit down on your pulse point. “answer me.” a choked gasp left your lips when one of his hands, the one that wasn’t holding now both your wrists up, came down harsh against the side of your thigh on a smack.

“yes.”

“that’s what i thought.” he purred, and your eyes almost rolled back at the sound of his deep voice. “on your knees.” he ordered as he let go of you, and busied his now free hands on unbuttoning his slacks. you got lost for a minute there as you caught sight of the wet patch decorating his boxers, but he was quick to get you back on page. your eyes widened when his hand took harshly your face. “do i need to repeat myself?” he hissed and you shook your head. “then. get. on. your. fucking. knees.” you complied, knees on the hardwood floor, puppy eyes staring right onto his. “that wasn’t so hard, wasn’t it? let’s hope you suck cock better than you follow orders.”

your pussy fluttered. fuck. why was this turning you on so much?

“show me that tongue.” you stuck it out to him. pink. salivating. ready. he hummed and pushed down his boxers and pants down his thighs. your eyes widened at the sight of his thick cock. “let’s keep that dirty mouth of yours busy, yeah?” and before you could even react, you were gagging around him. it hurt. your lips were fully stretched around him, and your jaw was about to give up by the uncomfortable stuffiness. but god… it felt so good… he tasted so good… reid groaned, fingers winding into your hair and tugging as his hips snapped and his cock hit down your throat. “fuck. so that mouth is actually good for something, huh?”

your eyes couldn’t help but water, your nails scratching at his thighs as he didn’t even give you a chance to adjust before starting to fuck your face. you couldn’t help but moan, eyes rolling as the air in your lungs thinned. he was literally fucking you dumb. and you couldn’t love it more.

“such a fucking slut. look at you. you act harsh but as soon as a dick is shoved into your throat you start to act like a good girl, hm?“ you whined, thighs squeezing against the other, throat swallowing around him and making him grunt. “jesus, you’re tight. wonder how your pussy will be. probably will have to stretch it open first, break it in since you haven’t brought anyone home to fuck since you moved in, huh?” he chuckled. “the walls are thin, you know? you think i don’t hear you pumping your fingers into your little cunt every night? poor thing. you’re so desperate for cock you would take anyone’s, huh? even mine. but, actually… i’m starting to believe it’s the one you’ve been wanting the most, isn’t it?” you whimpered. “hm? what’d you think about while fucking your pussy, doll? did you think about me listening to you? that the reason why you’d moan louder? for me to hear? wanted me to come into your room and show you what a good orgasm is supposed to feel like?” you nodded, too lost to actually try and hide how the idea of him listening to you masturbating just a few doors away made you squirt all over your sheets. he chuckled. low. mockingly. “of course you did.” he pushed down your throat even harder. “all that time acting as though you hated me and you just liked me, huh?” you gasped and coughed as he pulled out of your mouth, smacking his wet leaking cock against your flushed cheek.

“i hate you.” you swore and his eyes glinted.

“yeah? well, for someone who hates me, you really love sucking my cock.” he chuckled when, while gliding his tip along your bottom lip, your mouth subconsciously opened. “you want it?”

you kept silent. what could you say? you couldn’t say no. that would be a lie. but you also couldn’t say yes, that’d would make it too easy for him. but before you could catch yourself you were…

“please.”

begging.

his smile was that of the cheshire cat. “atta girl.” you moaned when he fed it back to you, pumping it down your throat over and over again. you relished on the musky scent, on the tuffs of hair of his base kissing your nose, on his tip making you gag over and over again until you became so messy and sloppy that trails of spit dribbled down past your lips and chin onto your thighs. “thaaaat’s it. so messy. can’t help but want to…” and then you’re gasping as hot spurts of cum hit your face, making you even more messier. spencer moans as he strokes every last drop out of his breeding tightening balls. “fuck. look at you. so pretty like this…” your mouth stays open for the dripping of it, the salty release hitting your tongue and making you hum.

when you open your eyes, your cunt throbs. he looks gone. wild in pleasure. and starving.

“get up.” your legs shake and you almost trip by how fast you complied. “i’m not done with you yet.”

not even 10 seconds go by before you’re being thrown onto his bed —his bedroom being the nearest one of the two—, and another 10 is what it takes him to get you bare before his eyes. his eyes appreciatively took the sight of your heaving chest and rosy nipples in, the smoothness of your tummy, the plush of your thighs…

he pumps his still rock hard cock. how does he manage to have that much stamina? it hadn’t even gone down —not in the slightest— after making a mess of your face with his cum.

“it’s not gonna-” you try and say, but his words cut you off quickly enough.

“mouth shut. eyes on me. legs open. i’ll make it fit. even if i have to break apart your pussy for it.” you swallow, and god, if you hadn’t you’d have died of embarrassment by the whimper that tried to leave your throat.

you open your legs for him. pussy lips spread, soaking wet just for him, hole twitching in need of being fucked and clit puffy and sensitive pleading to be touched.

“knew she’d be pretty…” he groans, licking at his lips, hand tightening around his dick. his fingers come to your sticky cheek and gathers ropes of his cum, and before you could inquire him about it, he’s stuffing them into your needy little cunt. “jesus, she’s tight. can’t wait to break her open…” your eyes roll as he sinks them to the knuckle and curls up up up until he hits that spongy spot that makes you sing the prettiest moans late at night when you know he can hear you.

“spencer…!” you whimper, your legs falling further apart, hips twitching for more.

“that’s it. open up for me.” he smirked, pushing a third finger inside that has you choking on a scream, walks tightening down hard around his digits he grunts. “trynna milk me so soon, baby? i haven’t even put it in.”

he fucks you open with harsh strokes, but he’s diligent, he makes sure you’re slicked up and ready, loose enough for his puffy head.

but when he aligns it up with your entrance, his jaw ticks. “it’s gonna be a tight fit. now, say ‘biiiiig stretch’ for me, mh?”

“biiiig—ngh!!!!” you can’t even comply, not when he’s basically splitting you in half. your nails dig on his back as he pants and tries to fit in past the first ring of muscles.

“jesus.fuck.” with a ‘pop!’ his tip presses in, and you two moan in unison. your lungs feel like you’re on fire, and your eyes sting. but fuck if it doesn’t feel good being so full. “good girl…” he praises. and at first you think it’s directed towards you. but no. his thumb sweetly circles your clit and you cry. “taking me so good… you’re doing so good for me… now, open a little bit more for me, hm?”

he’s talking. to your pussy.

but it’s not “little” how much it has to open to accommodate him. every fucking inch is devastating. and by the time his balls hit your ass, his tip —if it could be possible— would have breached your cervix and fucked itself into your womb.

he falls onto you the moment you clench, and groans against your neck. “if only i had known you’d feel this good… i would have fucked you much sooner.” he then looks at your dizzy eyes and faded face. you’re half brain dead on his cock. he can’t help but chuckle. “so this was the fastest way to make you behave and shut up, huh? good to know.” he slaps at your cheek, and you blink, breathing ragged and heavy, his hips grinding deep against your cervix, making you whimper. “don’t you dare tap out on me. i haven’t had my way with you yet.”

and then he’s fucking you. reeeeeally fucking you.

your back arches, your nails draw blood down his back, and your cunt gushes in lewd wet sounds that resonate around his room by how hard and deep he plunges into you.

“fuck. so good… best pussy i’ve ever had. made for me, aren’t you, gorgeous?” he murmurs, and you are so lost… he’s mean. his hands are rough as they grip your hips in a way you know will bruise, and his cock is so harshly fucking you open that you believe he’ll leave the imprint of himself permanently molded to your walls.

you can feel every vein, every ridge.

“spencer, spencer, spencer…!” you cry and he chuckles in between grunts.

“so now it’s ‘spencer’, huh? what happened to ‘reid’? you’re so happy to get dicked down that you’re calling me by my name now?” one of his hands surrounds your neck, and when it tightens… your pussy does as well. “fuck! and here i thought you couldn’t get tighter…”your legs cage him, making your back arch and his dick reach deeper in places no one ever had. “needy little girl… feels good, huh?” you moan, mouth open and he takes the chance to spit on it. and when you quickly and obediently swallow what he gives you? he speeds up. “fucking slut. you love this, don’t you? love the fact that i’m breaking you apart. fuck. you even let me go in raw, bet you’ll even let me breed you if i wanted, huh?” your cunt flutters and his head hangs for a second as a strangled moan leaves him. just for a moment there, he almost lost control and busted. “you want it, honey? want my cum deep into this pretty little womb of yours?” you moan and he lets go of your neck to slap your cheek again, softly, but harsh enough to make your clit twitch. “answer me.”

“yes, yes, plea-“

“not you.” he grunts, going harsher, deeper, faster. “i’m not talking to you. i’m talking to her.” your breath leaves your lungs once two of his fingers meet your puffy clit, rolling it, pinching it. your pussy squelches. and he hums. “yeah? you want it that much?” another squeeeelch!, you’re dripping down to his sheets. “then take it, pretty. it’s all yours.” and you scream, ‘cause the way in which you’re coming when his thick warm ropes of cum fill you is insane. it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt before. your ears ring, your vision darkens at the corners, your brain seems to melt, and your pussy squirts in little unstopping spurts that soak his cock, balls, sheets… your juices are everywhere, and fuck if it doesn’t make spencer come even harder…

by the time his balls are drained and his hips halt, his cock up to the base inside you to keep you plugged in with his cum, you’re basically passed out, eyes crossed as you try to focus back onto the present. you can’t even remember your name. fuck, you can’t even remember how to breath.

and your legs shake like crazy when in a flip he’s got you on all fours —well not all, since one of his hands has your face smudged against one of his pillows—. “again.” he says, breathless as he pushes in his still hard cock into your abused and stuffed cunt. “show me how you squirt again. i wanna see it again.”

you were not getting out of this alive.

[up-in-space-reading]

the last one to know

a/n: hehehehe everyone is so horrible in this one and i love it 😈

summary: the deafening silence drew out as Steve slowly let his glare redirect to his friend, “…you knew this?” the other fratbro offered a faint nod before your stepbrother glanced around at the rest of them, “who else? Everyone fucking knew? Great…” he huffed, fury still wafting off of him like stream, “that’s just perfect…”

warnings: innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, professor!sugar daddy!reed richards, frat!ransom drysdale, miguel o'hara, curtis everett, frank castle, billy russo, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, polyamory, corruption kink, blackmail, violence, possessiveness, age gap, student/teacher relationship, forbidden romance, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, dry humping, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, impact play, pain kink, hair pulling, crying, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, blowjob, masturbation, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, dry humping, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, impact play, pain kink, hair pulling, crying, dacryphilia, blowjob, masturbation

word count: 4410

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With the movie’s credits rolling across the wide screen in the fraternity’s living room, a huff seeped out of your lungs as Miguel carelessly tossed you off of his lap, letting you tumble to the corner of the couch, before he got up as the rest of the guys filtered into the kitchen to grab another round of beers.

Since the film they had picked wasn’t your cup of tea, instead of letting you leave, you’d been planted on Miguel’s thick thigh and instructed to rock yourself down against it, causing your stifled whimpers to mix with the movie’s soundtrack. Although each time you would near that heavenly high, pathetically grinding against the fratbro’s leg at everyone’s command, Miguel’s wide palms would lock around your hips, stopping you, repeatedly, till you lost count and just dizzily whined into his shoulder.

Your desperation drove you to slip out of the living room and up the stairs, barely thinking at all when you slinked into one of the unoccupied rooms. It was the one that belonged to Ransom, one of the few members who hadn’t been in attendance for the movie night. Although, little did you know, as you sank down onto his bed and stuffed your hand down the front of your pants to steal back the denied orgasms, the owner of the room wasn’t across campus as you’d assumed, but instead caused the porch steps to creak beneath his boots as he made his way back home.

“I thought you didn’t know how to do that…” you eventually heard once your entire body was trembling for the high that finally washed over your edged senses.

Eyes snapping back open, you scrambled to sit back up and spot the man who had been standing in the doorway for who knows how long.

“Ransom! I–, I–,” you promptly panicked.

Closing the door behind him, he continued to stare back at you in a mixture of surprise and amazement, “how long have you known how to make yourself cum?” his gaze flickered down to your fingers, still glistening with your juices.

“… a while…”

“Who taught you?” his brows furrowed, “and why didn’t I know? I thought it was all part of the plan, not teaching you how to do that shit on your own.”

“It–… it wasn’t one of you guys…” you revealed, your stomach-churning shame causing your voice to shrink.

“Then who was it?” he crossed his burly arms across his chest, “did you figure it out on your own?”

“No… it was–…” you trailed off, your eyes swiftly fluttering shut.

“Who?” he pressed.

Keeping your eyes squeezed tight, you eventually uttered, “…Professor Richards…”

Ransom’s eyebrows then floated up as his mouth fell open, “Reed did it?”

“Yeah…” you breathed.  

“How? Why? I–…”

“He said that he didn’t think it was healthy for me not to know… so he kind of walked me through it…” you timidly shared, “I mean, he is a doctor, so…”

His gaze then drifted down and over your frame, staring at you for a second as the discovery settled in, before he then murmured, “…I’m guessing by the way you’re trembling like a fucking leaf right now, Steve doesn’t know,” he guessed, “makes sense, he would be fucking pissed.”

“Please don’t tell him!” you promptly jumped up from your seat and scurried towards him, “please, I–…” your shaky palms drifted up to rest against his chest as you pleaded, “…he just stopped being mad at me for that whole thing with Johnny and the other G.S.Z. guys… I don’t know what he would do if he found out that I broke a rule again already …”

Eyeing you a moment, Ransom’s head then faintly began to tilt in a nod as he uttered, “alright… I can keep a secret…” his touch slid up the length of your arms before he said, “but it’s gonna cost you.”

“Would you knock it off? I can’t fucking concentrate when you do that,” Frank muttered as he lifted his nose from the textbook before him to glare at the tennis ball that his friend was tossing against the wall.

Lounging on his pal’s bed with his own homework abandoned to the side, Billy continued to throw the ball as he claimed, “well, it helps me think.”

“Oh, it helps you think now, does it?” Frank mocked, “what does it help you think about, huh? How to best piss me off just enough to earn you a black eye?”

Letting your fist gently tap against the ajar door to Frank’s room, “hey, guys?” the soft sound of your voice swiftly squashed their bickering, “are you busy right now?”

“No, not really,” Frank rested the blue pen in his grasp against the page he paused in reading.

“What is it?” Billy sat up more as you entered the room.

“Well, I–…” your breathing was ragged as you closed the door behind you, “it’s sort of embarrassing…”

“Alright, well, you know you don’t gotta be that around us. You can tell us anything, we won’t judge or anything,” Frank vowed before nudging the other fratbro, “right?”

“Yeah, right,” Billy coughed in a much less empathetic tone, “totally judgment-free zone, so shoot.”

“…it’s just this thing that I don’t really know what means, I don’t even know if you guys know about it, I just don’t know who I should go to in order to learn,” you murmured as you sank down into the empty desk chair.

“Well, we won’t know if we can clear things up if you don’t spit it out,” Billy cocked his head.

Sucking in a deep breath, you averted your gaze to the ground before uttering, “…what’s a sugar daddy?”

“A–…” Frank nearly choked on his own breath, “where did you hear about that?”

“Professor Richards,” you blinked up at the both of them, your innocence glistening in your eyes.

“Why would he–,” Billy began to ask before it all clicked into place, “oh my god… that dirty dog…” he uttered before the two of them shared a knowing look.

Shifting a bit closer, Frank tried to catch your eye, “sweetheart, has he offered you money, gifts, maybe just a better grade, in exchange for something?”

“How did you know that?” your vision grew wide as if he’d just performed a magic trick.

“Because that is what a sugar daddy is,” Billy shrugged, failing miserably at hiding the grin that crept up upon his features.

“What?” you blinked back at them.

“Yeah,” Frank nodded, “someone who showers an individual, their sugar baby, with stuff in exchange for, more often than not, sex.”

“You’ve got yourself a sugar daddy,” Billy couldn’t help but wiggle his eyebrows.

“Was it one of Steve’s ideas? When did he push you into it?” Frank assumed.

“He didn’t,” you swiftly shook your head, “he doesn’t know, I just–”

“You just stumbled your way into it all on your own? Seriously?” Billy chuckled, “and with Reed of all people? Damn, girl…”

“So, you’ve just kept this secret from your big stepbro, huh?” Frank’s tongue flickered out to wet his lip, “he is not gonna like that when he finds out…”

“Please don’t tell Steve,” you gasped, your head hastily twisting in a shake.

“No?” Billy teasingly cocked an eyebrow.

“Please, not yet,” you begged, “at least let me come up with a plan first, figure out how to break the news to him without causing some huge explosion.”

“And what would be in it for us?” Billy shared a look with his friend.

“Yeah…” Frank smirked, “if we keep your little secret, what would we get out of it?”

Teeth sinking into your bottom lip, your gaze shifted between the both of them before you then uttered, “…what do you want?”

“Oh, shit–,” Professor Richards promptly cursed as a knock echoed at the door to his office. With your lips still tightly wrapped around his cock, his palm found the crown of your head before he instinctively shoved you down under the desk, “stay quiet,” he hissed, though his hand stayed at the back of your head, not only keeping your mouth on him, but also shoving his length that much deeper, causing you to choke as he then called out, “come in!”

“Hey, Reed,” your frame stiffened up beneath the table as you recognised the voice of the student who then entered, “you got a second?”

“Yeah, Curtis,” the doctor uttered as his fingers tightened in your hair out of the fratbro’s view, “what do you want?”

“Nothing crazy, Ari just sent me over here to get your signature on a couple of things,” he then handed off a few forms for the fraternity’s faculty advisor to fill out.

“Okay, let me have a look…” Reed let his eyes skim over the permission slips before a scoff then bubbled in his throat, “buddy,” when he read the ridiculous things they are asking for, “the dean would never allow you guys to do any of this, even if I do support you. I mean, funding to hire a tattoo artist for your next party?” he began to read out loud, “setting off fireworks while inebriated? And a competition about who can do the sickest flip, jumping off the roof and into the pool? Seriously? You know better than this.”

“Come on, it would be so dope, though,” Curtis argued.

“I bet it would,” the older man chuckled, his fat dick throbbing against your tongue, “but Fury’s never gotta let you,” he then handed back the unsigned papers, “sorry. Go back to the others, brainstorm a bit. I’m sure you can cook up something fun enough that’s just enough within the rules to be permitted.”

“Yeah, alright…” Curtis sighed before his eyes then drifted to the backpack that rested on the ground against the side of Reed’s desk, a bag that he instantly recognised to belong to you, promptly causing a smug smirk to bloom upon his lips, though he didn’t poke about it before he then uttered, “…well, I better get going then.”

“Mhm,” Professor Richards tried to suppress a moan, “see you later.”

“Yeah,” the fratbro chuckled as he exited the room, knowing exactly what was going on.

And as soon as the door swung back shut, Reed let out the groan he’d been holding in, “fuck… I thought he’d never leave.”

“I–,” you breathlessly began to utter as you freed your mouth of his cock, though your sentence swiftly got muffled as your teacher’s fingers flexed in your hair and brought you right back where you belonged.  

“No, don’t stop!” he panted as he pushed you down so far that your nose tickled his pelvis, burying his length all of the way down your throat, “I’m so fucking close, kiddo,” he grunted as spit bubbled at the corners of your mouth.

Keeping you there, his hips began to buck desperately, fucking your throat and making you gag, till he was right about to explode. Painstakingly, he pulled out and tilted you breathless face back by his grip in your hair, “open your mouth, stick out that pretty tongue,” he grunted as he jerked himself furiously till cum began to fill up your mouth and paint your face, “mmm… good girl…” he stroked your chin a bit as he blinked down at you as your lips continued to stay parted for him, “you can swallow your treat now, go ahead.”

And as you did, you began to crawl out from under his desk, although your wobbly knees nearly buckled and made you stumble as you picked yourself up from the hardwood floor. Raising the back of your palm up to your face in an attempt at wiping it clean of the last remaining drops of his load, your teacher didn’t help you in the slightest as he instead simply zipped his pants back up and asked you out of the blue.

“Do you know how to do a running whip stitch?”

“What?” you cocked a brow, still trying to catch your breath.

“A running whip stitch,” he repeated before his gaze finally met your own, “if you come over tonight, I’ll teach it to you.”

“Really?” a bright grin began to bloom upon your features.

“Yeah,” he nodded as he rose from his desk chair, “already bought you a little kit to practice with. If you’re gonna become some hotshot surgeon, then you might as well learn your sutures already.”

“Oh my goodness, I–… sir, I don’t know what to say,” you excitedly gasped.

“I think a thank you would suffice,” he smirked before letting his stare wander down your form, “well, that and if you finally let me fuck that pretty little cunt of yours…”

Sucking in a breath that never quite managed to escape again, you soon uttered, “…deal,” you then hastily raised yourself up onto your tiptoes and briefly pressed your lips to his own in an innocent peck, before skipping back out of his office, catching your backpack by the strap on your way out.

When the door closed behind you, a discovery swiftly dawned on you.

“You really are a much bigger slut than any of us give you credit for,” Curtis smugly murmured in your ear, and he promptly linked his arm in yours, as he had been waiting right outside of the office, ready for when you tiptoed back out.

Nearly jumping out of your skin, you squealed, “Curtis!” although his grasp on you was too fierce for you to escape, “you–, I–, u-uhm…”

“So, what, are you failing his class?” he began to walk you down the mostly vacant hallway, “did Steve tell you to go bump up your grade?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about…” you stuttered as your eyes only grew wider.

Glancing down at the petrified look on your face, he then pointed out, “you’ve still got a drop of cum, right there,” he tapped a finger against his own cheek to act as a mirror.

Once you’d hastily wiped it clean, your panic only continued to bubble over, “can you not tell him? Please?”

“Wait, he didn’t give you permission to do that shit?” his stride promptly halted in the middle of the hallway, “well, damn…” a breathy chuckle then escaped him, “this day just keeps getting better and better…”

Next thing you knew, his eye had landed on the door to an empty classroom before your stepbrother’s friend then suddenly pushed you inside, “hey–”

“I want something in return,” he cut your squeak short as he slammed the exit closed behind you, “if I’m gonna keep my mouth shut, then I want a little something as payment.”

This couldn’t keep happening…

Curtis was now the very last member, apart from Steve, to sniff out your secret like a mischievous little truffle pig and blackmail you for their own amusement.

Letting out a defeated sigh, you uttered, “seriously?”

Fishing out his phone, you saw him begin to dial up a familiar number, “or I can just go ahead and give your big stepbro a call, fill him in on what a naughty little girl you’ve been behind his back–”

“No!” you quickly grabbed for his cell phone, “no!” though his long arm only extended to bring it out of your reach, “fine,” you finally exhaled, “what is it then? Do you want me to do your homework? I don’t know… come watch your next boxing match?”

“As much as I’d fucking love to catch your eye out in the audience the next time that I knock some dude out, nah…” he faintly shook his head as a smirk began to blossom on his lip, “I’ve got something else in mind…”

“Wait, was your bike always blue?”

Rolling to a stop as you arrived at the fraternity’s front yard, you glanced over to spot Steve in the driveway, fiddling with his motorcycle.

“What?” you called back as you hopped off and dragged it with you up over the grass, your right hand briefly leaving the handlebar to float up and adjust the strap of your backpack.

“Your bicycle,” he continued to squint at it, “am I crazy or did it used to be red?”

“Uhm…” you averted your gaze as you kicked out the stand to place it, “no, yeah–, it–, uh…” your breathing became laboured as alarm washed over you, “…this one is new.”

“You got a new bike?” your stepbrother’s brows furrowed, “why would you need two?” he nearly laughed.

“Well, the other one was stolen, so…”

“Oh…” the puzzlement didn’t melt away from his features completely, “how did you get my dad to pay for a new one?”

“He didn’t…” you admitted, still refusing to meet his eye.

“Okay,” he slowly stretched out the word, “then how did you just up and afford a new bike?” he finally straightened up from his crouched position and abandoned his motorcycle and the tools scattered beside the wheels, “I’ve seen your bank account, sis. So, how did you swing it?”

“It was kind of a gift…”

“A gift? From who?” he asked, though you stayed as quiet as a mouse, “was it one of the guys? I know that most of them come from a similar background as myself, I mean, they’re loaded enough to probably offer something like that without even blinking,” he mentioned before you shook your head, “you know, you should have just come to me. I know you may be too high and mighty to take even a dime from my dad, but I’m sure we could have come up with an arrangement…” he took a step closer to where you stood, “or we could have just taken it as an opportunity for you to no longer wander around all on your own, you know I hate that,” he reached out to tug a stray strand of hair behind your ear, “you’re so young and gullible. You don’t know how the world really is, what’s lurking behind every corner…”

“What, were you gonna get upgraded from stepbrother to my private chauffeur?” you couldn’t help but joke.  

“I’ve got an extra helmet,” he shrugged.  

“Okay, first of all, I will never ever hop on that thing,” you pointed to the motorcycle behind him, “and secondly, you wouldn’t actually do that, you’d just say so to shut me up and then when it came down to it, you wouldn’t feel like driving me and I would become just even more of a bother to you.”

As his features hardened at the words you let slip out, regret swiftly trickled down your spine. Seething for a moment as he scowled down at you, you felt as if you’d shrunk a whole meter by the time he opened his mouth again, “…so who gave it to you?” glaring down at you like a bull ready to pounce.

And before your terrified lips could conjure an answer for him, your fight or flight kicked in and you found yourself running away, up onto the porch and into the house.  

“Nah-ah-ah, where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he swiftly dashed after you, “who the fuck was it if you’d rather run away instead of telling me?” his long legs lent him to catch up to you in a matter of seconds, “fucking tell me!” he growled as he grabbed you by the hair.

“R-Reed!” you cried as your eyes squeezed shut at the sting of his cruel grip, “i-it was Reed!”

“Richards? And why the fuck would he do that?” his furious breath fanned against your features.

“B-because he’s been helping me out sometimes…” you finally admitted, trembling against his hulking frame, “has taught me some things that you wouldn’t let me…”

“What has he done?” he demanded, though when the words didn’t come to you quickly enough, he swiftly barked, “answer me, goddamn it!”

Off to the side, in the cluster of weary students, Billy opened his mouth, “dude, he’s her sugar daddy.”

The deafening silence drew out as Steve slowly let his glare redirect to his friend, “…you knew this?” the other fratbro offered a faint nod before your stepbrother glanced around at the rest of them, “who else? Everyone fucking knew? Great…” he huffed, fury still wafting off of him like stream, “that’s just perfect…”

“Bro,” Thor tried to interject, placing a hand on Steve’s shoulder, “just take a breath, alright–”

But instead of calming down, your stepbrother instead let his fist do the talking as he punched his friend square in the jaw before he then hauled you past them all and dragged you upstairs.

As he stormed into his own room, he tossed you onto the bed before locking the door behind him, “tell me fucking everything…”

And so you did.

You told him about the promise of a prestigious mentorship, the long-awaited lesson he himself had been so adamant against giving you, and all of the other things your professor had offered you if you only spread your legs for him.

“Alright…” he eventually muttered after a long moment of fuming silence, “if you’re suddenly so independent, you can take care of yourself, then fucking prove it.”

“What?”

“Show me,” he spat, his eyes cold, “make yourself cum.”

“Steve, please,” you shifted on the edge of the mattress as you tried to calm him down, “can we just–”

“If you’re so buddy buddy with Professor Richards now,” he snuffed out your sentence as he ripped your bag off of your frame and tore it open, only to pour the contents out onto the floor, “then you probably won’t need your notes for his class, right?” he picked up one of your notebooks. Grabbing the metal trash can nestled beneath his desk, he yanked it over and carelessly tossed the notes into it. Next, he picked up the teddy bear that you had stuffed into your backpack the other day, simply as a comforting item on a day that you had a test, “and Chocolate Milk,” he recalled the name you’d given the brown cow, “you won’t be needing her either since you’re such a big girl now, will you?”

Watching as his fingers swiftly dipped into his pocket, conjuring a lighter, he didn’t even blink before flicking it on.

“No!” you swiftly cried as his brutal intentions sank in, “please, stop!”  

Hovering the teddy bear over the trashcan, the small flame danced in his other hand as he growled, “then fucking do it.”

And with your wide eyes locked with his, you then ultimately stuffed your hand down the front of your pants.

“Come on, sis,” he rolled his eyes as if you were on the verge of giving him an aneurysm, “take off your clothes. I gotta be able to see everything.”

So then, shakily, you stripped for him, horror prickling across your skin when you discovered just how wet you were.

Balanced on the edge of the mattress with your legs spread wide, you held eye contact with him as you fulfilled his demand, your thighs snapping shut around your hand when you eventually tumbled over the edge.

Though when you thought it all was over, when you were curling your fingers back away from your clit after you’d rubbed it raw, you instead heard him mutter coldly, “turn around.”

“W-what?” you blinked up at him in pure shock.

“Bend over the fucking bed and go again,” he commanded, each word hitting you like a slap.

“B-but I did it,” you shakily gestured with your still glistening palm, “I thought–”

“Did I tell you to stop after just one?” he interrupted with a cock of his head, “keep going.”

Dropping down to the ground, you then twisted around till you were bent over the edge of the bed, the curve of your ass sloped up towards where he now sank down into a chair. A hiss expanded your lungs when you once again reached down between your thighs, as the sensitivity made it nearly impossible for you to keep on bullying your puffy pearl.

With the precious items from your backpack, nor the lighter, no longer in his grasp, you heard the jingle of his belt being undone. But just as you assumed that your stepbrother was about to start touching himself to your misery, he instead bent the long strip of leather and cracked it against your arched bottom.

“Keep fucking going,” he growled as you couldn’t help but stop at the startling sting.

A loud yelp escaped your lungs as he whipped you once again, though this time much harder, “o-ouch,” you shakily wept.

“If you stop, then I swear to fuck, I won’t just destroy everything that’s in your little bag,” he threatened, forcing your fingers to pick their pattern back up.

The sun had set, and you were barely conscious by the time that Steve decided that you’d finally orgasmed enough times. Your ass was bruised, your head ached from your silent sobs, and your juices leaked all the way down your legs so fiercely that there was now a small puddle on the floor.   

Sinking down with a low sigh on the floor right next to where you remained frozen in the same position, Steve leaned back against the bedframe.

Sitting there for a moment with his empty gaze anywhere but on you, he eventually exhaled, “…you can keep being his sugar baby, if you want.”

Unsure if you heard him correctly through your agonising fog, you murmured, “w-wha–…”

“But you have to come to me each and every time you wanna see him,” he stated firmly as he twisted his neck to cast you a glance, “nothing, and I mean nothing, is permitted without my approval first, you got it?”  

“Y-yes,” you blinked up at him, your cheek still smooshed against the sheets.

“Good,” he exhaled, then rose back up. Though once he’d crossed the room, he stopped just before unlocking the door to look back over his shoulder and say in a chillingly casual tone, “oh, and by the way, just because you’ve now learned how to take care of business on your own, doesn’t mean you’re suddenly allowed to,” he added as a cherry on top, “if you wanna feel good, then you come to me and I’ll decide whether or not you fucking deserve it.”

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What happens when y/ns on her period? Do the boys only want bjs or do they not give a fuck and like live in the marinara sauce

sdfghjkl LIVE WITH THE MARINARA SAUSEEEEEE!?!?!! what a way to word that, damn.

but yeah, how have we not discussed this yet?

i personally think that they don’t care at all about if you’re bleeding. some of them might even be kinda into it, both the drama of the blood, but also if you’re sore or extra tender so that things feel more intense from all of the blood that’s pumping around while your body’s working hard, or if you’re sore tender that some things like penetrative sex becomes so intense that it borderlines not pleasurable (speaking from personal experience, it is both a blessing and a curse how sensitive i get lol), so that part of it might be fun for some of them

idk, as fun as the cruelty of not wanting to fuck her during that time of the month is, then finding all of the other alternative ways to make you get them off, i think i prefer them being into it.

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toying with her

a/n: this unhinged idea has been haunting my brain for almost a whole year.... (also i edited this late at night, with a headache, so sorry if there are some mistakes)

summary: “oh, come on, don’t you trust me?” your stepbrother flashed you a fiendish smirk.

warnings: innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, frat!bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, frank castle, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, polyamory, corruption kink, kissing, dirty talk, size kink, belly bulge, gaping, manhandling, dry humping, thigh riding, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, sex toys, bondage, impact play, pain kink, crying, dacryphilia, pussyjob, oral, fingering, anal, penetrative sex, double penetration, unprotected sex, creampie

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“Hey, Rogers–, wow!” Miguel immediately exclaimed as he pushed open the door to Steve’s room and peeked his head inside.

With open textbooks abandoned at the foot of the bed, your stepbrother’s burly arms tightened and locked around your form at the interruption, keeping you in his lap as you tried to escape. His lips only faded from yours when your hands scrambled to push your tank top back down, the one he’d so insistently shoved up under your chin after only making out for a short while.

“Okay, hello,” Frank’s shadow swiftly followed Miguel’s, his chuckle seeping into the room, “I see you two are studying incredibly hard, really in the zone there.”

“What do you want?” Steve’s annoyance rumbled in his chest as he tried to ignore his friends and instead only constricted his grip further around your waist to bring you even more down against his thick thigh that you were balanced on, conjuring a stifled whimper as he manhandled you like a ragdoll, shamelessly rocking your clothed core yet again against himself as if you were still the only ones present.

“No, no, we just wanted to remind you that the meeting starts in twenty,” Miguel referred to the weekly assembly that the fraternity members held.

“Ah, fuck… I forgot it was Sunday,” Steve sighed before he uttered, “is Richards coming over?” and you found yourself freezing up further.

“I don’t know, dude,” Miguel shrugged as he let himself eye your flustered state, “ask Ari.”

And as the both of them then stayed their welcome a tad too long, your stepbrother soon cut through the silence with a harsh, “well, I’ll see you down there.”

“Right! Right…” Frank snapped out of the trance he’d fallen into at the clear effort to get them both to fuck off, “well, as you were, you two just go back to your studying,” he winked before they both filtered back out into the hallway and shut the door behind them.

“Now,” your stepbrother exhaled as his gaze once again drifted back to you, still trapped in his lap, “where were we…”

“Steve, I–…” you successfully blocked his kiss before you asked in a hushed tone, “…should I go?”

“What?” his eyebrows promptly knit together, “no, of course not, silly. You can wait up here in the meantime.”

“You sure?”

“Look, I was gracious enough today to let you study here when you complained about both your dorm and the library being too hectic,” he lightly rolled his eyes, “and you’ve only been here for an hour, so stay,” he urged before slowly leaning back in, “you’ll just have to survive without me, the greatest study buddy in the world, for a little while.”

“Okay,” you murmured after he stole a brief peck. Your eyes then drifted off to the side and you spotted the half-empty bottle of water on his bedside table, “hey, can I have a sip of that?” you pointed to it.

“Sure,” he shrugged as he finally let go of your frame.

Crawling off of his lap, you scooted over to sit on the edge of the mattress. However, as you grabbed the bottle and your fingers wrapped around the cap, they never managed to twist it, the flask instead dropping to the floor as your gaze found the nefarious items overflowing in the partly open drawer.

“Oh, shit–,” averting your stare, you swiftly scrambled to pick the bottle back up before it rolled away.

“You good?” he cast you a glance as you cursed.

“Y-yeah, yep, I-I’m–, mhm,” you stumbled over your words

And though your back was turned to him, he still managed to notice the way your vision couldn’t help but drift back to the nightstand’s drawer in a mixture of curiosity and horror.

“Oh, cutie…” he promptly laughed, “they aren’t gonna jump out and bite you, you know.”

“What?” your head whipped back in his direction, “I-I know that, I wasn’t–”

“You weren’t, what? Huh?” his arms crossed as he teased.

Heavy sigh flowing from your lungs, your eyes squeezed shut as you muttered, “god, I hate you…” wishing you had a turtle shell to crawl back into as his laughter echoed on.

“You wanna take a closer look?” the mattress dipped beneath you as he shifted closer.

“What?” your eyes snapped back open.

“Yeah, come on,” his elbow nudged you, “take it as a learning opportunity. You are here to study, aren’t you? So just think of it like that.”

And though an argument was on the tip of your tongue, Steve’s hands moved faster than your speechless mouth could, yanking the drawer all of the way open and plucking out a long item that made it utterly impossible for you to speak at all.

“Alright,” he murmured casually as if you weren’t completely stunned beside him, “do you know what this is?” and as you clearly couldn’t muster a responds, Steve just rolled with it and brashly told you, “this is a fleshlight, or a pocket pussy,” he tilted the tube for you to spot the silicone moulded cunt soft on the one side, “you can’t use it, but I get off with this whenever you or someone else isn’t around to replace it,” he winked, making it sound as if you were also just another toy that belonged in that stuffed drawer of his.

“And then I’ve got this,” he moved on to something different, so swiftly that it nearly gave you whiplash, “this is a ball gag, and it’s for when little girls, such as yourself, need to shut it and quit their whining,” he uttered, his eyes briefly finding your wide ones. Setting down the gag, he then fished out a bundle of rope and smirked, “this one you know,” a shiver trickled down your spine as you recalled the treatment you’d received down in the basement, “these are fun to have on hand. I’ve even learned to tie them in these pretty designs that you could honestly just wear out if you wanted to.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. I have a few books on shibari I could show you, let you flip through till you find the cutest harness,” he said, causing embarrassing heat to rise in your cheeks.

Unsure if it was bravery or simply your stunned state, you found yourself reaching in on your own to pluck out an item, “what’s this?”

“Ah, good choice,” he breathed as he sat down the silky ropes, “that’s a vibrator, but a pretty fucking strong one, not just like one of those little baby bullets.”

Letting your curious pointer finger ghost against the wand’s bulbous head, you uttered cluelessly, “and it’s something that you use?”

“No, I don’t–, or well, I guess I technically could find a way, but it’s really just here for when I’m with someone else, just like most of the other shit in here,” he informed as you kept on staring at the toy, prompting him to utter, “you know,” his deep voice tickled the shell of your ear, “you’ve already tried it before. Don’t you remember?”

“No, I haven’t,” you glanced back at him, your brows furrowed.

“Yeah, you have,” he tilted his head, “down in the basement.”

“Oh…” you averted your eyes, “…I don’t remember that…”

And as he saw your timid gaze soon drift back and reunite with the vibrator in your grasp, he leaned in even closer to whisper in your ear, like a devil on your shoulder, “…you wanna try it again, don’t you?”

“Oh, I don’t think so…” you briefly cast him a hesitant glance before gently shaking your head, “it looks kind of intense… did I like it before?”

“Yeah, you loved it,” he shrugged, though you remained sceptical.

“I don’t know…”

“Oh, come on, don’t you trust me?” your stepbrother flashed you a fiendish smirk.

Blinking back into his eyes, you uttered in a quiet tone, “I guess so…”

“Alright,” he chose to interpret your doubt as a full-blown confirmation, “then get over here,” he swiftly patted the middle of the bed.

Scooting away from the edge and back towards the centre, the dull throbbing that had thumped between your thighs back when you were making out, his greedy hands grinding you down against himself for more, was not only still there, but had managed to amplify and make you dizzy as you shifted across the bed.

“Take your pants off,” he uttered, in no hurry to rush to your side as he didn’t even twist his neck to glance back at you yet.

As you peeled off your jeans, your nerves stopped you from removing any more of your clothing, your simple tank top and white underwear still kept you somewhat covered.

Finally shifting his statuesque form, Steve then scooted right next to you and moulded you to rest back against him, your head drifting to his lap. As you blinked up at him and your knees drew up and bent, one of his palms swept down to part your legs.

Disappearing in his gaze completely, it nearly frightened you when he suddenly turned on the hitachi and pressed it against you. However, it wasn’t initially against your aching core, but instead against one of your nipples that were completely visible through the thin fabric of your shirt. Though his teasing only lasted a second, the innocent gasp you let out still made him chuckle.

But when he did finally press the buzzing apparatus against your covered core, the pressure was so light that it almost made it harder to bear, rendering your pelvis to unconsciously buck beneath the toy and tilt closer, though your desperation only caused him to move it just out of your reach.  

“You gotta be still, baby,” he swiftly warned, shaking his head down at you, “come on, I’m not gonna bother doing this for you if you’re not gonna behave,” he uttered as if this was but a chore for him.

“Sorry,” a pout found your lip before he finally pressed the toy against you once more.

By the time that an orgasm had washed over you, your white panties had become so soaked from your juices that the fabric had gone completely see-through, leaving nothing to the imagination as your stepbrother jammed the overwhelming vibrator against you, keeping it there through all of your bucking and all of your cries, not quitting till you were nearly passed out.

Turning off the toy, Steve seized the haze that had possessed your sluggish body and manhandled it till you were curled up on your side with your knees bent up by your chest. Slipping off both your top and panties in the process, you only really managed to notice the change after he’d conjured the ropes from his drawer of sin and tangled them around your frame.

“W-what are you doing?” your foggy voice found his ears as you noticed the binds along your forearms, “why are you–”

Peeking up from the silky knot he finished tying off around your shins, Steve swiftly cut you off to utter, “don’t worry about it, sis. We’re just having a bit of fun,” his tone tried to diminish the deeds his hands enacted.

“But do you have to–”

“Come on, don’t be a lame little brat,” he snapped in a harsh bark before leaning in a bit closer to your face, “I know you love this, so don’t even try and say otherwise,” his thumb and forefinger found your chin in a pinch as he strained his voice to soften, “just trust me. I’ll untie you in a little bit.”

Blinking up into his dark eyes, you squeaked, “you promise?”

But instead of granting you the reassurance of a genuine response, the fratbro instead just rolled his eyes lightly and exhaled, “oh my god, you’re such a little baby.”

“But–,” your argument swiftly crumbled from your lips as he once again brought the vibrator between your newly bound legs, “a-ah–,” you yelped as he brashly rubbed the turned off toy against your sensitive cunt, “wait,” you tried as you feared how extreme the buzzing must feel after you’d already orgasmed once, “I don’t know if I can handle anymore–”

“Shh,” he simply kept on staring down at the way your wetness swiftly glossed up the bulbous head of the wand as he continued to glide it against your puffy folds, “you can take it. You can take fucking anything,” he croaked, “you always do, for me…”

Broadening his strokes, the tip slid all the way down to slip over your entrance, the little hole winking back at it as it repeatedly nudged against it. But at one point, you noticed how his motions had begun to focus solely on your leaky opening, though you didn’t yet question it as the sensation caused your eyes to flutter closed.

However, when the pressure of his greedy playing suddenly grew, the ecstasy you experienced had such a tight grip on you that his nefarious motifs didn’t yet sink in.

Exuding a rare display of patience, Steve persisted in his attempt at jamming that jarringly fat head of the turned-off toy into your cunt. Though your pussy was drooling pathetically enough at this point to take just about any cock that wished to feel its warm embrace, such a huge girth, as the tip of the wand had, still wasn’t natural for your body to open up for.

But through sheer brute force and stubbornness, the bulb of the vibrator eventually popped inside.

Your eyes instantly snapped back open in horror at the shock of the sudden stretch, though Steve only let out a groan as he nearly drooled watching the way that he’d managed to stuff the impossibly fat tip inside.

“W-what–,” you tried to mumble through an uncontrollable moan as your limbs promptly jerked against the restraints.

“Fucking hell, look at that shit…” his palm on your hip slid down to spread you open further, “I gotta be honest, sis. I didn’t think your tight little pussy would be able to take something like this,” he smirked as the toy split you open and plugged you up entirely, “I mean, you can’t, but that’s why you got me to give you a helping hand.”

Your whole body trembled violently at the staggering sensation, “t-take it out!”

“Now, why would I do that? I know you can’t see it, but your cunnie’s so pretty right now, fucking struggling to take something like this,” he uttered, and your pussy swiftly clenched around the thickness, making you winch at the burn, “oh my god, I can see you’re trying to push it out. Do it, go on, fucking try,” he cockily dared you.

“I-I can’t,” you cried, tears now streaming down your cheeks as your cunt bore down on the fat knot.

“Oh, you can’t? Is it stuck, huh?” he mocked through his wolfish grin, “well that’s because your little pussy just loves it too fucking much to let go,” he claimed, trying to convince you through your hazy state, “she’s fucking made to be wrecked,” he nearly growled, “but you know what she’d love even more? This,” he uttered before tapping the toy’s little button once again and turning it back on.

In that moment, it was impossible for you to decipher whether you went straight up into heaven or plummeted directly into the depths of hell.

The sensation was so white hot and blinding, guttural screams forced their way out of your lungs as your pussy had no other choice but to immediately cum once again, squirting around the buzzing bulb.

“There you fucking go, that’s it,” Steve groaned as your cunt gushed feebly, “christ, that’s hot…”

“P-please–, no more,” you breathlessly begged, your pleas no louder than a whisper as your body continued to shudder violently, “I can’t–”

“Mhm, yeah, sure,” he ignored you coldly before reaching down to press on the buttons. Though the fratbro didn’t turn the toy off, but instead just cranked it down to an agonisingly low hum. Twisting briefly, he grabbed the ball gag that he had shown you earlier before stuffing it carelessly between your teeth and fastening the strap around your head, “anyways, I’ve gotta pop downstairs for that meeting,” he sighed casually as he to shut up your whining, “no idea how long it’ll be, but that’s alright, you already agreed to wait up here for me,” he tilted down to press his lips to your forehead before he got up from the bed, disregarding your horrified eyes and muffled protests, “be a good girl while I’m gone.”

When the door to your stepbrother’s room finally opened once again, it wasn’t him who had returned to your side.

“Y/n, Y/n, Y/n…” none other than Bucky’s dark chuckle found your ears as he spotted you, “whatever kind of mess have you gotten yourself tangled up in now?” he stayed in the doorway a moment longer before entering the room and slamming the door behind him.

God only knows how long you had been left on your own, as you had nearly passed out multiple times. You now laid in a puddle of your own nectar, the ever-buzzing toy that still plugged you up haven caused you to helplessly squirt countless of times.

Weakly blinking up at your stepbrother’s best friend as he neared, you tried to ask for help, to free you from your binds and finally end your torture, but as your words incoherently mumbled against the gag still in your mouth, Bucky only smirked and said, “yeah, hello to you too,” before he planted himself down upon the edge of the mattress and brashly tilted his head to catch a better glimpse of the mess between your trembling thighs, “goddamn…” the long handle of the humming wand stuck out of your poor pussy, which had become all swollen and fat, glistening as it continued to flutter achingly around the vibrator, “the fuck did you do to deserve this?”

Though as you attempted to speak once again, the man didn’t shift to free you from the gag, but instead just put some very different words in your mouth.

“Oh, what’s that? You want me to have a closer look?” he acted as if that was truly what your desperate pleas had been about, “alright, if you insist. But you know you don’t gotta beg when you’re with me,” he winked at you before slinking further down the bed.  

Though the vibrations that still tormented your cunt had caused your puff to go numb, you were somehow still overly sensitive as Bucky leaned in to inspect the mess. His hands were broad on either side of your bottom as his thumbs stretched out to spread you open even more.

And like the true asshole that he was, he then flicked the long handle of the vibrator, making you jump and squirm against your restraints as the toy wiggled crudely inside of you.

“Oh, what’s wrong, baby?” he chuckled at the way his bullying made you cry, “are you sensitive, huh? Does it hurt?” he asked mockingly before you hazily offered him a nod, burying your face in the sheets to endure the torture, “you want me to take it out for you?”

Eyes widening at his request, you promptly twisted your neck to find his own gaze and nodded desperately back at him, hot tears of relief streaming down your cheeks.

“Alright,” he smirked as he grasped the base of the toy, “don’t worry, I’ll help you out.”

Slowly, he began to pull the fat bulb out, though the tight grip your walls had on the knot fought for it to stay inside as your cunt tried to suck it in deeper and keep it stuck in there forever. But just as your hole stretched open around the very tip of the buzzing toy, when you thought rest was finally in sight, Bucky instead plunged it back inside, making you squeal against the gag as his nefarious intentions became clear and he began to ruthlessly fuck it in and out of your poor pussy, making everything so much worse.

Sloppy sounds sloshed and echoed throughout the room each time he plugged you back up, as his actions caused you to somehow become even more leaky than previously. Turning up the agonising vibrations, you then felt his broad thumb begin to trace your asshole.

“How’s this little hole doing, huh?” he tickled the little rosebud, glistening from your juices, before he stuffed one of his long digits inside, “can you feel it all the way back here as well? I bet you can…” he brazenly added another finger before their reach found the bulbous head of the vibrator bulging through your thin walls, “see, there it is,” his touch first brushed up against the shape before he offered a simple rock of his digits, moving the toy a tad and pressing it to a different angle in your pussy with each rude tap.

And though you tried to fight it as he pressed the toy further up against that spot inside of you that made your eyes roll, it was no use as your cunt promptly gushed once again.

“There it is!” Bucky roared as you soaked the sheets even further, “atta girl,” his fingers bullying of your other hole only worsened the way that your pussy wept and fluttered around the toy.

Melted against the mattress, you were but a trembling mess beneath him when he soon ceased his fingering and after a moment longer of torture, fucking the vibrator in and out of you, he finally popped the thick bulb out of you and smirked as your wrecked hole gaped open for him, before achingly winking up at him and your poor walls finally clenched around nothing for the first time in ages.

“Look at you…” his gravelly tone seeped through his exhale as he blindly tossed the toy off to the side, “now this is the way to fucking ruin your little pussy…” he rudely stuffed two of his fingers inside of you, just to feel for himself, making you squirm as he already bullied his way back inside your sore cunt, “I mean, if you managed to fit this whole thing up in you, then what else could you stuff inside?” he pumped his digits within you a few times before withdrawing them, “two cocks finally? Maybe a fist?”

A horrified shake found your head the very second that you heard his suggestions, though that only caused him to laugh.  

“Yeah, alright, maybe not today,” he pursed his lips and tapped his broad hand against your goosebump-ridden ass, before swiftly following the slap up with another one, this time directed down upon your overly puffy cunt, “but some day you won’t be able to simply pout anymore to get out of us finally using you like that,” he let his touch stay glued against your pussy as he began to messily rub his whole palm against you, and his other hand found the zipper of his pants and undid them.

Tugging down his jeans and the black boxers just far enough for them to rest beneath were his massive cock sprung free, he then crawled closer and grabbed your hips to yank you the rest of the way towards where he kneeled.

Your bound hands twitched against your tits as he then let himself tap the hefty weight of himself against your aching core.

“Fucking hell, I didn’t know you could even get this swollen,” he briefly dragged the tip of his thick dick through your folds before his other fingers captured your puffy petals and pinched them against each side of his fat girth, “looks like you had a pussy pump on for hours or something,” he rolled his hips, fucking the seam of your cunt, “she’s just real sensitive, isn’t she? I bet she is… just look at the way she’s crying out for me…” sticky webs coated his length as you couldn’t help but leak against him, “begging for me to give her even more, like the fucking attention whore she is… oh, baby… you think you’re wrecked now? Let’s see how fucked up we can really get you. Make this little cunt even more puffy than she already is, make her feel it for an entire week… don’t worry, sweet girl. I’ve got you. I’ll give you what you really need. I know how you love it when it hurts…” he winked down at you before the bulbous tip of him finally caught your sore entrance and sank inside.

With your frame still curled onto your side, both of your legs bent and bound up beside you, Bucky’s fingers soon found the silky ropes around your calves and began to untangle them, though left the ones around your forearms alone. As he twisted you onto your back, you swiftly grew thankful of the new position after having been locked in the previous arrangement for so long.

Though he didn’t sink down to your level as you weakly wiggled at each of his selfish thrusts, your body instinctively trying to flee from his huge cock, even though it was no use.

“I’m not stopping till this cunt is crying again,” he grunted as he kept on pounding into you ruthlessly, even when he managed to fulfil his own wish, his hips never slowed their rough pace in the slightest as you squirted for him once more.

Small, hiccupping breaths escaped your parted lips each time he buried his enormous length to the hilt, his hefty balls tapping sloppily against the sticky mess between your trembling thighs at each thrust as you didn’t just feel him in your guts, but all the way up in your throat as he couldn’t help himself but to smirk down at the way his monstrous size bulged through your stomach, his touch drifting down to rudely press against it and make you squirm even more.

However, when Bucky had finally pumped your poor pussy full of his cum, when he was catching his breath by your feet, his stare fixated on the way that his load leaked out of your still quivering hole, the door to the room suddenly creaked open once again.  

“Dude, seriously?” Steve’s face dropped as soon as he spotted his best friend sitting next to your exhausted form, his fingers still gently enveloped around the base of his spent cock.

“Thanks for the gift, bro,” Bucky smiled as he caught your stepbrother’s eye, “I really needed that today.”

“Gift?” Steve echoed heatedly, “this wasn’t–, I was saving that for myself,” he slammed the door shut behind him, “I just let her lay here and stew for a while so that she’d be completely stupid when I returned.”

Winching slightly at the revelation of his mistake, Bucky then tried, “well, I mean, to be fair, she does still look pretty dumb to me…” he glanced back at your melted form, “look at that… not a single thought left in that head of hers.”

You briefly tried to mumble weakly through your gag, though neither of the men before you understood nor cared about your opinion.

“See?” Bucky gestured at your muffled protest, “she’s downright begging for her big, bad stepbro to come take advantage of how fucked up she is…”

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a/n: shout out to the booty lovers! this one goes out to you, babes!

summary: “remember, back in the basement, when we came up with that brilliant plan to draw at random who gets the honour of popping this cherry? Well, guess who the winner was.”

warnings: innocent!reader x frat!lloyd hansen, stepbro!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, polyamory, corruption kink, pervy frat bros making y/n clean in a slutty maid outfit, kissing, clothed sex, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, impact play, pain kink, spit kink, crying, dacryphilia, oral, fingering, pussyjob, anal, loss of anal virginity, painal, oops it just “slipped” in, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, just a bunch of unrealistic details about anal (like no prep or anything) but this is just porn so it's okay

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“Hmm… yep… I’ve had this dream before.”

Tearing your gaze away from the dusty shelf, you’d climbed up on a chair in order to wipe clean, you glanced down to spot the guy who’d appeared and promptly leaned back against the doorframe.

“Sorry, Lloyd. I thought I’d be done with your room before you got back,” you sucked in a breath at his presence.

“Not that I’m complaining, but why are you in here cleaning my room?” he then tried to sneak a peek up your skirt, “looking like a fucking pornstar and everything.”

You’d come to learn that there were very few things in life that you despised more than having the guys be mad at you. It had been a few weeks since the incident with the Gamma Sigma Zeta boys and the consequential slap over the wrist that you’d gotten afterwards, but your stepbrother and his friends had still not fully forgiven you yet, and you couldn’t stand it.

So therefore, in your desperation, you found yourself doing anything and everything under the sun to crawl your way back into their good graces.

This time, it had just started as a throwaway comment yesterday about how much the unorganised and messy state of the fraternity stressed you out, to Steve promptly suggesting that if you had such a problem with it, then you were more than welcome to do something about it yourself.

Now, what you hadn’t expected was the tiny maid’s outfit that he handed you as soon as you came to do the deed. It was dangerously short and black, with a little apron and dark stockings to match. He’d even demanded that you hand over your panties, rendering you to roam around the house completely exposed if you so much as shifted an inch.

You wanted to protest and throw it back in his face, you truly did, but if a little humiliation was what it took to get him to smile at you like he used to, then so be it. You could take it.

“I just–… wanted to do something nice for you all…” you ended up saying, instead of the long-winded explanation, in hopes that it would aid your case, “but the get-up wasn’t my idea, that was all Steve.”

“I know. He bought it last month after that beer pong tournament when he found you down in the kitchen, organising the pantry instead of partying like the rest of us.”

“Of course, he did…” you sighed as you finished cleaning the shelves and crawled back down from the chair. Shifting under his stare, your eyes briefly darted back to him as you muttered, “did you wanna be alone? I can come back and finish later, if you want.”

“No, no, you go ahead,” he pushed himself away from the doorframe and slipped further into his room, “do what you gotta do, I’ll just enjoy the show.”

Watching as he settled down into the chair by his desk, whirling it around in order to face you, a sharp breath then filled your lungs as his stare ate you up, “…right…”

And as you then began to strip his bed of the dirty sheets, the slick sounds of his fist shamelessly stroking his fat cock found your ears before you peeked back at him to see.

“You know, I’ve got something you can polish up real nice for me.”

“Oh, I bet you do… but I’m kinda busy right now–”

“Aren’t you losing your fucking mind?” he promptly cut you off, ignoring your words completely as your task made it impossible for him not to stare directly up your skirt at your bareness, “none of us have banged you since that little stunt you pulled and we all know you don’t know how to take care of business by yourself,” he chuckled condescendingly.  

“I’m okay,” you swiftly uttered before a lie rushed out past your lips, “I mean, yeah, I-I can’t do it by myself, I don’t know how yet, but I manage,” you fibbed, even though you hadn’t been able to stop making yourself cum, even since professor Richards gave you that little lesson a week prior.

“Well,” Lloyd then rose from his seat as he decided, “maybe you don’t have to just manage anymore…”

“What are you–,” twisting your neck, you cast a glance over your shoulder at him just before he kneeled down behind you and caught your hips. With your frame already bent over the mattress as you crawled to put on the fresh bedding, the frat boy barely had to do a thing to get his mouth on you, “oh my god…” you gasped as his insistent tongue swiftly parted your petals, though you still stayed cautious and rigid in his hold, “I-I thought you guys didn’t wanna–”

“The ban on not touching you lifted a whole week ago, it’s fine,” he muttered in between sloppy pecks as he began to bully your clit, “so what if the others are stubborn. Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Y-yeah,” your eyes promptly rolled as he suddenly took a detour and began to direct all of his focus on your other little hole, his tongue lapping at the little rosebud as if it was made of candy, “but–”

“No buts, don’t think about it,” his voice tickled your skin as he barely paused in order to talk, “just let me make you feel good, yeah?”

Peeking back at him, your fists curled in the sheets below as you couldn’t deny how fiercely you missed this, “…okay.”

Feeding himself on his obsession, Lloyd continued to eat you out, though mostly focused on that little untouched button of yours, till you were right about to cum.

But just as your thighs began to tremble and your eyes fluttered closed, his lips disappeared with a pop as he instead straightened up behind you, denying you of the ecstasy.

But just as you were about to complain, you glanced back to watch as he propped up a knee to rest on the edge of the mattress, his fingers enveloping the base of his dick before he tilted his hips and buried himself deep in your pussy in one fell stroke, greedily thrusting right past the tightness that had built back up over your brief patch of celibacy, and letting you simply huff and puff to try and take the sudden stretch.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this sweet little pussy of yours…” he groaned in your ear as he savoured the sensation a moment, the tip of his length nuzzling up against your cervix as he gently rolled his hips against your ass, before he reeled on back and snapped back in.

You were quick to scramble back to that sought after high, especially when Lloyd pounded your pussy like a man possessed. Though as you unravelled, the orgasm was so blinding that your cunt clenched down around his girth so severely that he was squeezed out completely. And as your cream now dripped from his thick cock, your body promptly flopped down to lay flat atop the bed.

Like a shadow, he followed you down. As his weight squished you further down into the softness, it also kept you in place as you began to squirm, the manner in which he didn’t hesitate to reach down to part your sensitive petals with his dick being nearly too overstimulating to bear.

But then as his movements grew sloppy, messily sweeping his hardness against you so crudely that he flicked all the way up to tickle against your puckered little asshole as well, soon a sharp stretch stung your senses and snapped you awake.

“Lloyd!” you gasped as the very tip of him breached, splitting open your virginal hole.  

“Sorry, it just slipped in,” he lied as if it had been an accident, “it’s your fault, you’re too fucking wet,” he argued, pointing out the obvious.

“Ow, pull it out!” you panted as the unfamiliar and sudden intrusion made you tremble beneath him, but to your horror, he didn’t so much as move an inch, “Lloyd, stop! Pull it out!” instead the cocky bastard just bullied his way in a tiny bit deeper, “what are you doing? You’re not supposed to–”

“What? Fuck your ass? Actually, I am,” he proudly stated before nipping at the back of your neck, making your poor fuckhole clench around him, “remember, back in the basement, when we came up with that brilliant plan to draw at random who gets the honour of popping this cherry? Well, guess who the winner was.”

“No, no…” you muttered into the bed as your face promptly scrunched up at the dizzying burn.

“Oh, yes,” he only chuckled as he slowly attempted to move, though his unhurried speed had nothing to do with kindness but everything to do with the innocence of your tight little hole, “and I know, I know I should have probably taken my time, prepped and worked you open over the course of an eternity, but you’re just so fucking hot, I couldn’t stop myself…” he drove his fat length in even deeper, making you squeak beneath him in protest. However, as he then murmured, “come on, you’re a good girl, you can take it…” your thoughts couldn’t help but drift to your dream that had pushed you to prance around the fraternity in a ridiculous outfit and clean the entire abode. Perhaps enduring this could do the trick, even though the ache of the unfamiliar stretch was nearly too much to bear, if that was what it took for everything to revert back to normal, then you’d sure as fuck lay there and take it.

Catching your quivering hands, Lloyd trapped them at the small of your back as he then tilted back and sat up a bit to let his glance catch sight of the way he broke you in, “oh my god, your little hole is so tight,” he briefly pulled all of the way out, just to watch how it winked back at him, “it just snaps right back into place,” his thumb drifted down to brush over the quivering rosebud, though only for a moment before he stuffed you full once again, “god… it’ll be fucked up by the time I’m done…”

And with your palms entangled by his grasp just over the curve of your bottom, it not only held you in place, but also kept you from reaching down to tickle your clit, something that might have made the whole process a bit smoother.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he cooed when he noticed the hot tears that soon began to stream down your cheeks, “tell me how it feels…”

“Hurts–,” you blubbered truthfully, though you tried your best to put on a brave face.

“Yeah? It hurts?” a grin lit up his features, “does it hurt?”

“Mhm,” a faint nod found your head.

“Well, that’s okay, baby. You’re doing so great,” his free hand came down to palm at your butt, kneading the cheeks and pulling them apart, “you’ll like it eventually. You just gotta keep taking it till you do.”

And the next thing you knew, before you could blubber another squeak, his broad palm had found the back of your head and shoved your face down into the mattress, muffling your soft whimpers.

Through the soreness, you ceased to notice the way in which your puffy pussy throbbed for attention. In fact, even before Lloyd’s hefty balls began to tap against your neglected cunt from the steadily increase of his pace, it had already begun to drip and leak from the new sensation you were experiencing.

“Hmm… must not hurt that badly, just look at that pussy,” he soon noted as sticky strings kept your bodies connected, the embarrassing webs only worsening with each zealous thrust, “she won’t stop drooling,” he groaned and your cunt clenched around nothing, “she’s just begging for some attention, isn’t she? Asking so nicely for me to stop and go back to her… well, too fucking bad… she can make all the mess she wants, I don’t care.”

When you then unexpectedly tumbled over the edge once again, your lonely cunt cumming so wickedly that a gush of squirt shakily showered the clean and rumpled linens below, nothing but the purest form of confusion possessed your foggy mind.

How could a sensation so strange make you cum so hard? Was it really so excruciating, or did the initial pain of Lloyd’s harshness just mask a whole world of euphoria?

“Fuck… that’s it… that’s a good little anal slut…” he moaned when you gushed around nothing, leaving you a shaky mess beneath him as he selfishly kept up his pace, fucking you into oblivion, “we just gotta keep going till you give in and start craving it… train this little ass, real good…”

Crudely, his wide palm then found your buried features and raised them back up, making your back arch as he made you blink up at him. And just as your hazy eyes locked with his, in the heat of the moment, he first let a drop of saliva collide with your face, before then prying open your lips with his broad thumb and spitting on your soft tongue as well.

“That’s my little hole,” his gravelly grunt vibrated in his chest and buzzed against your spine as he craned down to stare into your foggy eyes, “so fucking pretty…” his grasp stayed locked under your chin to curve you back, “it’s mine, right? Tell me that it’s my hole.”

“It’s your hole–,” you mindlessly mumbled, “I’m your hole–,” before he then ultimately came undone.

Pumping your little ass full of his hot cum, it first began to leak out once he’d caught his breath and rolled off of you.

“Fucking shit…” he briefly reached for your butt, spreading your softness apart to watch for a moment as his load began to drip from your sore little opening. But then, just as you expected his warm palm on you to sweep up and around you in a tender hold, it instead smacked your raw bottom before he got up from the mattress and exhaled, “alright… enough dilly-dallying. You still aren’t done cleaning the house.”

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[up-in-space-reading]

a long-awaited lesson

a/n: oh, how i've longed to summon this demon of a plot point... (oh, and btw i'm posting the next instalment already tomorrow)

summary: “I’ll do it. I’ll teach you.”

warnings: innocent!reader x professor!reed richards, frat!bucky barnes, stepbro!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon, college au, polyamory, corruption kink, sugar daddy!reed richards, student/teacher relationship, forbidden romance, age gap, kissing, semi-public sex, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, sir kink, doctor kink, choking, impact play, pussy inspection, masturbation, fingering, pussyjob, cumplay, overstimulation

word count: 3480

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“Where’s the rest of it?”

“Where’s the rest–,” Bucky repeated after you’d caught the navy dress he’d tossed you, “ha-ha, very funny.”

You couldn’t believe you’d have to endure this kind of treatment for the remainder of the month. As one of the echoes from that dreadful night in the fraternity’s basement, all of the members had been on rotation, each morning since, one of them popping by your dorm room to pick out and decide what you would wear. Although, this morning wasn’t like the rest. When your stepbrother’s best friend had banged on your door, he didn’t immediately tear open your closet, but instead reached within a shopping bag he clutched, finding a loophole to force you to wear something much more inappropriate than what could be found in your own modest wardrobe.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on, dummy,” he scoffed as you continued to gawk down at the tiny scrap of fabric in your grasp, “I thought you were the one complaining about being late for class.”

“Well, you were twenty minutes late!” you pointed out frustratingly, “plus, someone stole my bike the other day,” you muttered as you begrudgingly put on the dark blue dress, “so I can’t cross the campus as fast as usual,” tugging at the ridiculously short hem, a groan vibrated in your chest as it almost looked as if you were merely wearing a shirt, “do I seriously have to wear this thing? I’ll freeze my ass off.”

“Calm your tits,” Bucky murmured with a roll of his eyes, “here,” he chucked you a pair of tall socks.

“Oh, right,” you blinked down at them before uttering sarcastically, “because this is gonna make all of the difference.”

“What, would you rather just go to class stark naked?” Bucky’s features hardened as he took a slow step towards you, “or perhaps just miss it entirely, because that’s what’ll happen if you keep running your mouth like that. I don’t mind, it won’t be my ass that’ll be bruised.”

Not only were you late for your advanced neurobiology class, but you had also been so frazzled that you completely forgot the paper that was due, as you hadn’t just neglected to bring it with you, but had spaced out entirely and hadn’t even written the first sentence.

So naturally, once the lecture was over, Professor Richards waved you down for a word before you could slip out among the crowd.

“Do you know how many students would kill to have your spot in my class?”

“I-I–,” you tried, though his harsh tone swiftly cut you off.

“If you’re gonna be here, then you gotta do better than this,” he leaned against the desk that stood in the sliver of space between your forms, “slacking off? Late to class? Not turning in assignments? I thought you were better than this. I thought you were one of my students who actually had a single grain of potential, but perhaps I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” mortification trickled down your spine as you felt your eyes well up with tears, “I don’t know how this happened, I just–”

“No,” he cut you off with a bark, “if you’re gonna act like this, then you don’t belong in my class.”

“Please! No!” you gasped, taking a desperate step towards him as he began to pack up his bag, “I want to be here, more than anything! I’ll be better, I swear. Just give me a chance.”

A low exhale then flowed out past the doctor’s lips before his eyes slowly drifted up your form, momentarily lingering over the revealing outfit you’d been forced to wear.

“…please?” your bottom lip quivered as his gaze finally met your own.

And as he averted his glare once again, a low murmur found your ears, “fine…” his sigh instantly lit up your gloomy features, “you can do some extra credit to make up for the paper.”

Rain pattered against the window that stood tall behind Doctor Richard’s desk. His office had too succumbed to the darkness of the night that had swallowed the rest of the quiet campus, with only the dusty banker’s lamp on the table providing enough of a glow the both of you.

While you were concentrated, scribbling down the missed assignment he’d luckily given you an extension for, his own gaze was less glued upon the medical notes stacked before him that were supposed to help him brush up on the surgeries that he had scheduled for the remainder of the week when he wasn’t at the university, but instead at the hospital.

“So,” his murmur cut through the thick silence as his gaze once again flickered up to sneak a brash peek down the neckline of the silly excuse for a dress you still wore, “I know that you forgot the paper, but are you gonna tell me why you were late for class today? You’re usually here before even I am.”

Your eyes briefly fluttered up to cast him a glance before they drifted back down to the pencil in between your fingers, “well, it was partly because of a friend of mine, but mostly it was because my bicycle was stolen earlier this week. I always ride it everywhere, and I guess I haven’t gotten used to the amount of time walking takes in comparison…”

“Well, then, you should get a new one.”

“It’s not that simple. I can’t afford a new one, I mean, I can barely afford the crazy expensive textbooks I’m supposed to get for when next semester rolls around, much less a brand new bike,” you exhaled.

“Well, couldn’t your parents help you out?”

“My mom? No, she wouldn’t just give me that much without seriously having to work for it. And my stepfather? Definitely not,” you refused, “no way in hell am I asking him.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he suddenly scoffed, causing you to blink up at him, “you’re one of my best students, by far, and if this is all that it’s about, well then I’ll just give it to you,” he uttered as if it wasn’t a problem at all.

Nearly choking on your own spit, you coughed, “I’m sorry, what?”

“You need a new bike in order to get to class on time, and I can afford one,” he stated plainly.

“You–, what?” you struggled to comprehend the offer that rolled off his tongue.

“And when you need new books, I can get you those as well.”

“I–…” your eyes were as wide as saucers, “why?”

“Well, you’re not only smart, you’re special,” the older man’s low tone caused goosebumps to erupt across your flesh, “hell, perhaps you even have the potential to be more than just one of my students… I mean, if going down the neurosurgeon road is something you’re considering, then maybe I could become your mentor. And none of that can happen if you can’t afford the things you need.”

“But–…” you nearly sounded out if breath as your heart hammered in your chest, “I–… you’d really do that? Just up and give me a new bike?”

“Yeah, of course I would,” he leaned his burly forearms against the tabletop as his stare slowly dipped down your frame, “as long as you give me something else in return… make it a fair trade…”

“Wha–…” your voice was as small as a little mouse, “what do you mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” he exhaled and a faint smile tugged at his lips, “perhaps something along the lines of what you have no problem handing out to an entire fraternity…” his words instantly caused your eyes to widen, “what? You didn’t know I knew? Oh, kid… I’m Kappa Alpha Nu’s faculty advisor. They share everything with me… stories… pictures… videos…”

Mouth agape, you stayed frozen in your seat even though you longed for nothing more than to run and hide.

“Y-you want me t-to–…” the rest of the mortifyingly inappropriate sentence fell from your lips, “I–I can’t…”

“Can’t or won’t?” Reed cocked his head as the storm outside bustled against the window.

“I–…” your chest rose and fell rapidly as your cunt clenched around nothing, “…y-you’re my teacher…”

“What, you’ve never slept with one before? Don’t lie to me, I already told you, the boys tell me everything…” he then leaned back in, close enough for his hot breath his kiss your cheeks, “come on, don’t you want my help? I know you wanna be a doctor, and sure, on your own, you could become an alright one, but if you say yes, if you let me mould you, well… kiddo…” his dark eyes briefly dipped to your parted lips, “I could make you a great one… perhaps one day, you could even be better than me.”

Blinking back at him, your teeth then caught your bottom lip before you breathed once again, “sir, I still can’t sleep with you…” as your nerves nearly ate you alive.

His jaw briefly clenched to silence a groan at the respectful term you kept on calling him, before he murmured, “alright…” his head slowly tilting to the side, “if you can’t do that, then maybe you could do something else for me…”

Your eyes flickered between each of his own a moment before you uttered, “like what?”

The corner of his lips twitched before he said, “you could let me watch.”

“Watch what?” you quietly asked.

“You want me to spell it out for you, sweetheart?” he asked as your innocence bloomed a proper smile upon his lips, “okay, I can do that,” he nodded before uttering in a crystal clear tone, “I want you to sit right here on my desk, spread those little legs of yours, and show me how you make yourself cum.”

“You want me to–… but I’m not supposed to do that for another three days…” you recalled one of the other punishments that was still in effect from last week.

“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t… it can be our little secret…” he smirked, “come on, just let me see how pretty you are when you make yourself cum, and then I promise I’ll give you anything you want, you have my word…”

Dizzy as you nearly shared his breath, you then heard yourself admitting, “but I–… professor… I don’t know how to do that… I can’t–, I–I’ve never–…”

“Wait, hold on,” he backed up a smidge, “are you saying you’ve never had an orgasm before?”

“No,” you panted, your cheeks aflame, “I mean, I’ve never been able to do it to myself. I-I don’t know how–, I mean, I know how it feels, I know what it’s like, but for some reason, I still chicken out when I try on my own.”

“Haven’t the boys taught you how?” Reed’s brows knit together, “I thought that a proper tutorial on that would have been one of the first things they did… or–, well… now that I think about it,” he paused for a second, “it actually makes a lot of sense. Why teach you when you could instead be forced to crawl back to them each time you wanted to feel good… it’s kinda genius when you think about it,” he cocked his head, “but even so, I mean, you gotta learn how to do it. Even just for the fact that it’s not healthy for you to be so in the dark,” he murmured before then deciding, “I’ll do it. I’ll teach you.”

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry, do you not trust me to do it?” he teased, “I am a doctor. If anyone’s qualified to do so, then it sure as fuck would be me,” he chuckled cockily, “what do you say?”

“I-I–…” your voice trembled before you felt your head begin to tilt in a nod, “alright…”

“Yeah?” he smirked as the back of his curved finger floated up to graze against your chin, “good,” you nearly thought he would abandon the rest of the space between you and crash his lips against your own, but instead, just as you began to flutter your eyes closed in anticipation, his touch faded as he leaned back in his chair and uttered, “come here. Up on the table,” his palm tapped the cluttered surface.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you nearly felt drunk as you found yourself not curving around the desk to get to his side, but instead you hazily crawled atop of it and over the short piles of paper to sit before him.

Both of his hands tickled your calves as they dangled off the table on either side of his knees, before he then gently began to push them further apart, his grin growing as the hem of your short dress rose from the movement.

And as he propped one of your feet up to balance on the desk’s edge, a low groan rumbled in his chest as his gaze fell upon your covered core.

“Go on, it’s okay. Move them aside,” he nodded with slight impatience, “I can already see how much she wants this,” he grinned at how your panties were already so embarrassingly soaked that they had practically become see-through. Reaching down a shaky hand, you timidly caught the edge of the cotton and slowly peeled the gusset to the side, “oh, look at you… fuck…”

You swore you felt yourself leak onto his desk at the silky tone of his deep voice, huskily grunting in enthusiasm.

A breath filled your lungs as he then bent down closer to your cunt to get a better look, though just as you hoped that he would reach out and touch you, it never so much as ghosted against your skin.

“Well, aren’t you just perfect…” he purred as he briefly tore his stare away from your centre to catch your eye, “perfect little pussy, just as I thought…” and what he then murmured next naturally came out in a professional tone, his medical experience seeping through in his voice, “now, I assume you have tried to touch yourself before, am I right? Don’t lie to me.”

“Mhm,” you nodded foggily as you blinked down at him.

“Then show me,” he commanded, “show me how you touch yourself.”

With your fingers still clutching the soaked cotton of your panties, trapping them to the side in your grasp, your other hand then shyly crept down between your thighs to fulfil his wish.

Lightly grazing the tips of your touch against your puffy pearl, sticky strings of desire swiftly clung to your digits and created a slick sound as you began to pet yourself.

“There you go,” he uttered as your lips parted in a silenced moan, “is that how you make yourself feel good, huh? You rub that cute clit of yours?”

“Y-yeah,” you panted as your fingertips rolled the bud.

“What if you stuffed a few of your fingers inside that little hole?” he suggested as your opening clenched around nothing and winked back at him, officially dripping down upon his papers in the process and sainting them with your want, “I think your pussy would just love that.”

Carefully sweeping your touch further down, you gasped lightly as you sank the very tip of your middle finger inside of your leaky entrance, “like this?” you asked softly as you briefly lifted your gaze from between your legs.

“Yeah, slowly…” he suddenly reached out to gently grasp your arm, “like you’re giving yourself a gentle little massage…” he encouraged as his palm slid down to rest atop your own in an effort to guide you.

Though he never touched you directly, he still steered your fingers, showing you the perfect pace, pressure and pattern to make your heart race. Once he’d made you add another digit, he curved your thumb back up to tickle your clit, grazing against it each time you sank your fingers back inside, making your eyes flutter closed at the pleasure.

However, when his helping hand soon faded and the sound of a zipper ripping open found your ears, your touch locked up as your eyes flew back open.

“P-professor, what are you doing?” you asked as you gawked down at the throbbing girth he boldly began to stroke “you said you just wanted–”

“Don’t stop,” he grunted as he only leaned back in his chair to enjoy the show, “keep fucking playing with yourself.”

Though briefly stunned by the unexpected move, you soon regained control of your frozen limbs, promptly picking the very same pattern back up till you swiftly found yourself nearing that edge you never before could cross on your own.

“I-I think I’m close,” you whimpered as your thighs began to tremble, “but I don’t know if I can–”

“You can and you will, don’t you dare fucking stop,” the older man growled, “if you do, then I’ll back out of our deal. No mentoring and certainly no new bike. If I’m gonna be your sugar daddy, then you better fucking cum, right damn now,” he ordered, though the unfamiliar term he called himself flew completely over your head as you promptly tumbled over the edge.

Your wide eyes stared down at your throbbing pussy once you tore your fevered touch away, “oh my god! I did it!” pure surprise shined through your pride, “I actually did it!”

“Yeah you fucking did,” he breathed as he watched you beam, “christ, that was hot, fuck,” the doctor murmured before he snapped, rose from his seat and rushed to you.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden proximity, his grasp swiftly finding your legs before he yanked you closer to the edge of the desk, “oh, hello–, ah!” you gasped as he then suddenly began to drag his thick cock through your petals, overstimulating your pussy as he nudged against your slick softness, “what are you–”

“Shh, shh, just let me have this,” he muttered huskily before his fingers mindlessly soared up to grasp your neck, choking out a small squeak as his grip flexed around you.

His eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the sensation, desperately gliding the bullous tip of him against your sensitive heat, sloppy sounds filling his office with each fevered flick as his fat girth split open your petals.

Tightening his hold around your throat, your professor then pulled you closer till your lips came crashing against his own. It was desperate and messy, tongues sloppily colliding in a dance to the muffled tones of each of your hot moans.

When he then finally eased up on his possessive grip and let go of your neck, his lips too faded from your own, although before you even managed to blink your eyes back open, his fingers had drifted up to stuff your mouth. Giving you something to suck on, he let his imagination run wild as your silky tongue swiftly fluttered against the rough pads of his digits.

“Fuck… you’re so wet, kiddo…” he glanced down to where your bodies met, his cock still tight in his grasp as he tapped the weight of it messily against your puffy pearl, “I could just slip right in.”

“Don’t! You can’t!” you swiftly tilted your chin to free your mouth from his fingers, “please, sir, you don’t get it. The guys were so mad the last time I so much as kissed a guy that they didn’t approve first, I am not repeating that mistake again.”

But instead of settling your worry, Reed simply chuckled before kissing you once more.

And soon, when you cast a glance down between your bodies in amazement, hazy mutters tumbled out past your lips, “this is crazy… you’re too old for me… you’re my professor… you’re married…” you whispered as your thoughts too drifted back to less than a week ago when you’d kissed his brother-in-law.

“I know…” he smirked faintly, as if those hard truths only turned him on that much more, a theory that was swiftly verified as it drove him over the edge.

For a moment, he dragged his sensitive cock through the cum that now decorated your glistening cunt, like a sticky Jackson Pollock painting between your trembling thighs. But then, just as soft moans began to seep from your mouth, he let your soaked panties snap back into place over the mess, making you jump slightly as he swatted his palm over your core, landing a few quick slaps against your pussy till his load beneath darked the cotton.

“Say hi to the boys from me,” he uttered as he grabbed your chin to steal one last swift peck, “oh, and remember, this is our little secret. For all they know, you’re still just an innocent little flower who can’t make herself cum…”

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[up-in-space-reading]

a long-awaited lesson

a/n: oh, how i've longed to summon this demon of a plot point... (oh, and btw i'm posting the next instalment already tomorrow)

summary: “I’ll do it. I’ll teach you.”

warnings: innocent!reader x professor!reed richards, frat!bucky barnes, stepbro!steve rogers, smut, dark content, dubcon, college au, polyamory, corruption kink, sugar daddy!reed richards, student/teacher relationship, forbidden romance, age gap, kissing, semi-public sex, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, sir kink, doctor kink, choking, impact play, pussy inspection, masturbation, fingering, pussyjob, cumplay, overstimulation

word count: 3480

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“Where’s the rest of it?”

“Where’s the rest–,” Bucky repeated after you’d caught the navy dress he’d tossed you, “ha-ha, very funny.”

You couldn’t believe you’d have to endure this kind of treatment for the remainder of the month. As one of the echoes from that dreadful night in the fraternity’s basement, all of the members had been on rotation, each morning since, one of them popping by your dorm room to pick out and decide what you would wear. Although, this morning wasn’t like the rest. When your stepbrother’s best friend had banged on your door, he didn’t immediately tear open your closet, but instead reached within a shopping bag he clutched, finding a loophole to force you to wear something much more inappropriate than what could be found in your own modest wardrobe.

“What are you waiting for? Put it on, dummy,” he scoffed as you continued to gawk down at the tiny scrap of fabric in your grasp, “I thought you were the one complaining about being late for class.”

“Well, you were twenty minutes late!” you pointed out frustratingly, “plus, someone stole my bike the other day,” you muttered as you begrudgingly put on the dark blue dress, “so I can’t cross the campus as fast as usual,” tugging at the ridiculously short hem, a groan vibrated in your chest as it almost looked as if you were merely wearing a shirt, “do I seriously have to wear this thing? I’ll freeze my ass off.”

“Calm your tits,” Bucky murmured with a roll of his eyes, “here,” he chucked you a pair of tall socks.

“Oh, right,” you blinked down at them before uttering sarcastically, “because this is gonna make all of the difference.”

“What, would you rather just go to class stark naked?” Bucky’s features hardened as he took a slow step towards you, “or perhaps just miss it entirely, because that’s what’ll happen if you keep running your mouth like that. I don’t mind, it won’t be my ass that’ll be bruised.”

Not only were you late for your advanced neurobiology class, but you had also been so frazzled that you completely forgot the paper that was due, as you hadn’t just neglected to bring it with you, but had spaced out entirely and hadn’t even written the first sentence.

So naturally, once the lecture was over, Professor Richards waved you down for a word before you could slip out among the crowd.

“Do you know how many students would kill to have your spot in my class?”

“I-I–,” you tried, though his harsh tone swiftly cut you off.

“If you’re gonna be here, then you gotta do better than this,” he leaned against the desk that stood in the sliver of space between your forms, “slacking off? Late to class? Not turning in assignments? I thought you were better than this. I thought you were one of my students who actually had a single grain of potential, but perhaps I was wrong.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” mortification trickled down your spine as you felt your eyes well up with tears, “I don’t know how this happened, I just–”

“No,” he cut you off with a bark, “if you’re gonna act like this, then you don’t belong in my class.”

“Please! No!” you gasped, taking a desperate step towards him as he began to pack up his bag, “I want to be here, more than anything! I’ll be better, I swear. Just give me a chance.”

A low exhale then flowed out past the doctor’s lips before his eyes slowly drifted up your form, momentarily lingering over the revealing outfit you’d been forced to wear.

“…please?” your bottom lip quivered as his gaze finally met your own.

And as he averted his glare once again, a low murmur found your ears, “fine…” his sigh instantly lit up your gloomy features, “you can do some extra credit to make up for the paper.”

Rain pattered against the window that stood tall behind Doctor Richard’s desk. His office had too succumbed to the darkness of the night that had swallowed the rest of the quiet campus, with only the dusty banker’s lamp on the table providing enough of a glow the both of you.

While you were concentrated, scribbling down the missed assignment he’d luckily given you an extension for, his own gaze was less glued upon the medical notes stacked before him that were supposed to help him brush up on the surgeries that he had scheduled for the remainder of the week when he wasn’t at the university, but instead at the hospital.

“So,” his murmur cut through the thick silence as his gaze once again flickered up to sneak a brash peek down the neckline of the silly excuse for a dress you still wore, “I know that you forgot the paper, but are you gonna tell me why you were late for class today? You’re usually here before even I am.”

Your eyes briefly fluttered up to cast him a glance before they drifted back down to the pencil in between your fingers, “well, it was partly because of a friend of mine, but mostly it was because my bicycle was stolen earlier this week. I always ride it everywhere, and I guess I haven’t gotten used to the amount of time walking takes in comparison…”

“Well, then, you should get a new one.”

“It’s not that simple. I can’t afford a new one, I mean, I can barely afford the crazy expensive textbooks I’m supposed to get for when next semester rolls around, much less a brand new bike,” you exhaled.

“Well, couldn’t your parents help you out?”

“My mom? No, she wouldn’t just give me that much without seriously having to work for it. And my stepfather? Definitely not,” you refused, “no way in hell am I asking him.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he suddenly scoffed, causing you to blink up at him, “you’re one of my best students, by far, and if this is all that it’s about, well then I’ll just give it to you,” he uttered as if it wasn’t a problem at all.

Nearly choking on your own spit, you coughed, “I’m sorry, what?”

“You need a new bike in order to get to class on time, and I can afford one,” he stated plainly.

“You–, what?” you struggled to comprehend the offer that rolled off his tongue.

“And when you need new books, I can get you those as well.”

“I–…” your eyes were as wide as saucers, “why?”

“Well, you’re not only smart, you’re special,” the older man’s low tone caused goosebumps to erupt across your flesh, “hell, perhaps you even have the potential to be more than just one of my students… I mean, if going down the neurosurgeon road is something you’re considering, then maybe I could become your mentor. And none of that can happen if you can’t afford the things you need.”

“But–…” you nearly sounded out if breath as your heart hammered in your chest, “I–… you’d really do that? Just up and give me a new bike?”

“Yeah, of course I would,” he leaned his burly forearms against the tabletop as his stare slowly dipped down your frame, “as long as you give me something else in return… make it a fair trade…”

“Wha–…” your voice was as small as a little mouse, “what do you mean?”

“Oh, I don’t know…” he exhaled and a faint smile tugged at his lips, “perhaps something along the lines of what you have no problem handing out to an entire fraternity…” his words instantly caused your eyes to widen, “what? You didn’t know I knew? Oh, kid… I’m Kappa Alpha Nu’s faculty advisor. They share everything with me… stories… pictures… videos…”

Mouth agape, you stayed frozen in your seat even though you longed for nothing more than to run and hide.

“Y-you want me t-to–…” the rest of the mortifyingly inappropriate sentence fell from your lips, “I–I can’t…”

“Can’t or won’t?” Reed cocked his head as the storm outside bustled against the window.

“I–…” your chest rose and fell rapidly as your cunt clenched around nothing, “…y-you’re my teacher…”

“What, you’ve never slept with one before? Don’t lie to me, I already told you, the boys tell me everything…” he then leaned back in, close enough for his hot breath his kiss your cheeks, “come on, don’t you want my help? I know you wanna be a doctor, and sure, on your own, you could become an alright one, but if you say yes, if you let me mould you, well… kiddo…” his dark eyes briefly dipped to your parted lips, “I could make you a great one… perhaps one day, you could even be better than me.”

Blinking back at him, your teeth then caught your bottom lip before you breathed once again, “sir, I still can’t sleep with you…” as your nerves nearly ate you alive.

His jaw briefly clenched to silence a groan at the respectful term you kept on calling him, before he murmured, “alright…” his head slowly tilting to the side, “if you can’t do that, then maybe you could do something else for me…”

Your eyes flickered between each of his own a moment before you uttered, “like what?”

The corner of his lips twitched before he said, “you could let me watch.��

“Watch what?” you quietly asked.

“You want me to spell it out for you, sweetheart?” he asked as your innocence bloomed a proper smile upon his lips, “okay, I can do that,” he nodded before uttering in a crystal clear tone, “I want you to sit right here on my desk, spread those little legs of yours, and show me how you make yourself cum.”

“You want me to–… but I’m not supposed to do that for another three days…” you recalled one of the other punishments that was still in effect from last week.

“Well, I won’t tell if you won’t… it can be our little secret…” he smirked, “come on, just let me see how pretty you are when you make yourself cum, and then I promise I’ll give you anything you want, you have my word…”

Dizzy as you nearly shared his breath, you then heard yourself admitting, “but I–… professor… I don’t know how to do that… I can’t–, I–I’ve never–…”

“Wait, hold on,” he backed up a smidge, “are you saying you’ve never had an orgasm before?”

“No,” you panted, your cheeks aflame, “I mean, I’ve never been able to do it to myself. I-I don’t know how–, I mean, I know how it feels, I know what it’s like, but for some reason, I still chicken out when I try on my own.”

“Haven’t the boys taught you how?” Reed’s brows knit together, “I thought that a proper tutorial on that would have been one of the first things they did… or–, well… now that I think about it,” he paused for a second, “it actually makes a lot of sense. Why teach you when you could instead be forced to crawl back to them each time you wanted to feel good… it’s kinda genius when you think about it,” he cocked his head, “but even so, I mean, you gotta learn how to do it. Even just for the fact that it’s not healthy for you to be so in the dark,” he murmured before then deciding, “I’ll do it. I’ll teach you.”

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry, do you not trust me to do it?” he teased, “I am a doctor. If anyone’s qualified to do so, then it sure as fuck would be me,” he chuckled cockily, “what do you say?”

“I-I–…” your voice trembled before you felt your head begin to tilt in a nod, “alright…”

“Yeah?” he smirked as the back of his curved finger floated up to graze against your chin, “good,” you nearly thought he would abandon the rest of the space between you and crash his lips against your own, but instead, just as you began to flutter your eyes closed in anticipation, his touch faded as he leaned back in his chair and uttered, “come here. Up on the table,” his palm tapped the cluttered surface.

Sucking in a sharp breath, you nearly felt drunk as you found yourself not curving around the desk to get to his side, but instead you hazily crawled atop of it and over the short piles of paper to sit before him.

Both of his hands tickled your calves as they dangled off the table on either side of his knees, before he then gently began to push them further apart, his grin growing as the hem of your short dress rose from the movement.

And as he propped one of your feet up to balance on the desk’s edge, a low groan rumbled in his chest as his gaze fell upon your covered core.

“Go on, it’s okay. Move them aside,” he nodded with slight impatience, “I can already see how much she wants this,” he grinned at how your panties were already so embarrassingly soaked that they had practically become see-through. Reaching down a shaky hand, you timidly caught the edge of the cotton and slowly peeled the gusset to the side, “oh, look at you… fuck…”

You swore you felt yourself leak onto his desk at the silky tone of his deep voice, huskily grunting in enthusiasm.

A breath filled your lungs as he then bent down closer to your cunt to get a better look, though just as you hoped that he would reach out and touch you, it never so much as ghosted against your skin.

“Well, aren’t you just perfect…” he purred as he briefly tore his stare away from your centre to catch your eye, “perfect little pussy, just as I thought…” and what he then murmured next naturally came out in a professional tone, his medical experience seeping through in his voice, “now, I assume you have tried to touch yourself before, am I right? Don’t lie to me.”

“Mhm,” you nodded foggily as you blinked down at him.

“Then show me,” he commanded, “show me how you touch yourself.”

With your fingers still clutching the soaked cotton of your panties, trapping them to the side in your grasp, your other hand then shyly crept down between your thighs to fulfil his wish.

Lightly grazing the tips of your touch against your puffy pearl, sticky strings of desire swiftly clung to your digits and created a slick sound as you began to pet yourself.

“There you go,” he uttered as your lips parted in a silenced moan, “is that how you make yourself feel good, huh? You rub that cute clit of yours?”

“Y-yeah,” you panted as your fingertips rolled the bud.

“What if you stuffed a few of your fingers inside that little hole?” he suggested as your opening clenched around nothing and winked back at him, officially dripping down upon his papers in the process and sainting them with your want, “I think your pussy would just love that.”

Carefully sweeping your touch further down, you gasped lightly as you sank the very tip of your middle finger inside of your leaky entrance, “like this?” you asked softly as you briefly lifted your gaze from between your legs.

“Yeah, slowly…” he suddenly reached out to gently grasp your arm, “like you’re giving yourself a gentle little massage…” he encouraged as his palm slid down to rest atop your own in an effort to guide you.

Though he never touched you directly, he still steered your fingers, showing you the perfect pace, pressure and pattern to make your heart race. Once he’d made you add another digit, he curved your thumb back up to tickle your clit, grazing against it each time you sank your fingers back inside, making your eyes flutter closed at the pleasure.

However, when his helping hand soon faded and the sound of a zipper ripping open found your ears, your touch locked up as your eyes flew back open.

“P-professor, what are you doing?” you asked as you gawked down at the throbbing girth he boldly began to stroke “you said you just wanted–”

“Don’t stop,” he grunted as he only leaned back in his chair to enjoy the show, “keep fucking playing with yourself.”

Though briefly stunned by the unexpected move, you soon regained control of your frozen limbs, promptly picking the very same pattern back up till you swiftly found yourself nearing that edge you never before could cross on your own.

“I-I think I’m close,” you whimpered as your thighs began to tremble, “but I don’t know if I can–”

“You can and you will, don’t you dare fucking stop,” the older man growled, “if you do, then I’ll back out of our deal. No mentoring and certainly no new bike. If I’m gonna be your sugar daddy, then you better fucking cum, right damn now,” he ordered, though the unfamiliar term he called himself flew completely over your head as you promptly tumbled over the edge.

Your wide eyes stared down at your throbbing pussy once you tore your fevered touch away, “oh my god! I did it!” pure surprise shined through your pride, “I actually did it!”

“Yeah you fucking did,” he breathed as he watched you beam, “christ, that was hot, fuck,” the doctor murmured before he snapped, rose from his seat and rushed to you.

Your eyes widened slightly at the sudden proximity, his grasp swiftly finding your legs before he yanked you closer to the edge of the desk, “oh, hello–, ah!” you gasped as he then suddenly began to drag his thick cock through your petals, overstimulating your pussy as he nudged against your slick softness, “what are you–”

“Shh, shh, just let me have this,” he muttered huskily before his fingers mindlessly soared up to grasp your neck, choking out a small squeak as his grip flexed around you.

His eyes fluttered shut as he savoured the sensation, desperately gliding the bullous tip of him against your sensitive heat, sloppy sounds filling his office with each fevered flick as his fat girth split open your petals.

Tightening his hold around your throat, your professor then pulled you closer till your lips came crashing against his own. It was desperate and messy, tongues sloppily colliding in a dance to the muffled tones of each of your hot moans.

When he then finally eased up on his possessive grip and let go of your neck, his lips too faded from your own, although before you even managed to blink your eyes back open, his fingers had drifted up to stuff your mouth. Giving you something to suck on, he let his imagination run wild as your silky tongue swiftly fluttered against the rough pads of his digits.

“Fuck… you’re so wet, kiddo…” he glanced down to where your bodies met, his cock still tight in his grasp as he tapped the weight of it messily against your puffy pearl, “I could just slip right in.”

“Don’t! You can’t!” you swiftly tilted your chin to free your mouth from his fingers, “please, sir, you don’t get it. The guys were so mad the last time I so much as kissed a guy that they didn’t approve first, I am not repeating that mistake again.”

But instead of settling your worry, Reed simply chuckled before kissing you once more.

And soon, when you cast a glance down between your bodies in amazement, hazy mutters tumbled out past your lips, “this is crazy… you’re too old for me… you’re my professor… you’re married…” you whispered as your thoughts too drifted back to less than a week ago when you’d kissed his brother-in-law.

“I know…” he smirked faintly, as if those hard truths only turned him on that much more, a theory that was swiftly verified as it drove him over the edge.

For a moment, he dragged his sensitive cock through the cum that now decorated your glistening cunt, like a sticky Jackson Pollock painting between your trembling thighs. But then, just as soft moans began to seep from your mouth, he let your soaked panties snap back into place over the mess, making you jump slightly as he swatted his palm over your core, landing a few quick slaps against your pussy till his load beneath darked the cotton.

“Say hi to the boys from me,” he uttered as he grabbed your chin to steal one last swift peck, “oh, and remember, this is our little secret. For all they know, you’re still just an innocent little flower who can’t make herself cum…”

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[up-in-space-reading]

the right girl

pairings: dbf!andy barber x fem!reader

summary: you're stuck in a motel room with only one bed with your dad's best friend andy barber and you can't sleep because you can't stop thinking about what it would feel like to touch him... thankfully for you, andy doesn't plan on keeping his hands to himself.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), age gap (reader is late 20s/early 30s, andy is late 30s/early 40s), smut, fingering (f receiving), nipple play, edging, finger sucking, daddy kink, praise kink, light degradation, teasing, dirty talk, dumbification, anal play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, pet names (mostly sweetheart and honey), aftercare

word count: 8.3k

a/n: i spun the wheels from @georgiapeach30513's moodboard event and got andy barber, dark, only one bed and edging and the idea for this fic popped into my head so i figured i'd write it 🤷🏼‍♀️ it ended up not being very dark but maybe soft!dark-ish if you squint?? i also did make a full moodboard for this fic, which i'll post later or tomorrow. i haven't decided if i'm gonna turn this into a series, but i kinda wanna follow it up with some smutty drabbles, so if anyone has anything they'd like to see with these two, my inbox is open 😁 otherwise, please enjoy!!

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“You’re squirming a lot over there, sweetheart,” Andy Barber said, his voice low and deep, raspy with almost-sleep as it floated to you from the other side of the bed in the dark motel room. There was a pillow separating your body from your dad’s best friend, but it apparently wasn’t going to save him from all your sleepless tossing and turning. It had been meant to stop you from thinking about him, so close but so untouchable, but it hadn’t saved you either.

Guilt and a little bit of shame slithered down into your gut as you whispered a soft, “Sorry, Mr. Barber.” Andy was a kind, steady man, and you felt awful for keeping him awake, especially when the reason was your tiny little crush on your dad’s friend. And the the big, overwhelming thoughts about what he was hiding beneath the lounge pants he’d worn to bed. You couldn’t stop thinking about reaching over the pillow and sliding your hand beneath the waist of his pants, feeling him in your hand. 

Blowing out a quiet, frustrated breath, you rolled onto your back as silently as possible and stayed as still as you could, only your chest rising and falling as you stared up at the ceiling.

You’d known Andy Barber for a number of years, and through almost all of that time, you’d thought of him as nothing more than a polite, decent, almost boring, man. He was a well-respected lawyer your dad had met shortly after you’d graduated from college when he’d needed help with some legal matters. You didn’t know what they were exactly, you’d been wrapped up in your first job out of school—it had been a long, arduous process to find work in your field and you were focused on impressing your colleagues. But you knew your dad had gotten close with Andy because your parents had started inviting him to all their summer barbecues and their yearly holiday party, where you’d met him.

You didn’t know much about Andy besides the fact that he was a lawyer and he was single. At almost every party, you overheard one of your dad’s other friends ask him when he was going to settle down, get a wife and have a kid. You’d hear Andy laugh affably, a charming smile gracing his bearded face as he’d say, “I’m just waiting for the right girl.” 

You’d never given much thought to who that girl might be, but as you lay in bed beside Andy, a pillow separating your bodies, you found yourself jealous of her. She wouldn’t need any kind of barrier between her and Andy’s big, strong body. She wouldn’t have any reasons not to cuddle up to the broad-shouldered lawyer and press her face into his neck, feeling the soft rasp of his beard against her cheek. Your body burned with jealousy over a completely fictional woman, which only made you feel worse.

The only thing that stopped you from wishing any ill will against Andy’s future wife was the knowledge that sometimes you’d catch him looking at you across your parents backyard or their living room. His blue eyes would be darkened, an intensity to them that would always make you squirm a little, though not unpleasantly. There’d be a look in his gaze, something that made your heart pang with yearning. But then the look would vanish and Andy would give you a friendly, benign smile and nod his head before looking away, making you question whether the look had ever been there at all.

You’d known since you met him that Andy Barber was attractive. With his brown hair swept back from his handsome face, neatly trimmed beard bracketing soft lips and those brilliant blue eyes, Andy was one of the hottest men you’d ever met. Even if he was your dad’s best friend. But he made it easy to never think of him as anything other than Mr. Barber. He’d never made you feel uncomfortable or given you too much attention. He’d greet you with a kind smile and make small talk, ask you about your job and, later, your career.

Maybe, if you were honest with yourself, you’d had a tiny little crush on Andy for a long while, though you couldn’t say when it had formed. You’d always ignored it, told yourself he was a boring, older man. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who hung around your dad, talking about their work and golf and other boring things. You couldn’t possibly be interested in a man who was so much older than you, even if he was at least a decade younger than your dad. 

You’d done a good job of ignoring that tiny little crush, but then you’d gotten into Andy’s car earlier that evening, and everything had changed for you. It was the first time you’d ever spent any time alone with Andy Barber, and you got to see him outside of one of your parents parties, away from your dad and the golf talk. It had changed the way you saw him, turning him into a man who made you squirm and have dirty thoughts while you were meant to be falling asleep.

Your parents were staying for the month of August at their shore house like they did every summer, and they’d insisted you take a week vacation to visit them. Normally, you’d rent a car and drive down from the city, but you had to work late that evening and your mother didn’t want you driving alone after dark. It just so happened that Andy, who also had an apartment in the city, had been invited as well, and your father coordinated with him to pick you up from your place so you could drive down together.

Once Andy had helped load your bags into his car, he held the passenger door open for you, closing it softly after you’d settled into the seat. You couldn’t help but admire him as he walked around the front of the car, his white button down shirt was open at the collar, showing off just a peak at some chest hair, and the sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, revealing his strong, tanned forearms. You didn’t know what it was about men’s forearms, but just the sight of Andy’s made a gentle warmth bloom in your core. It only worsened when he slid into the car and his cologne surrounded you, blanketing you in his scent, warm amber and something spicy. 

Already flustered by the overwhelming urge to crawl across the car and curl up in Andy’s lap, you pulled out your phone and texted a friend about plans when you were back in the city. You hoped Andy wouldn’t notice your awkwardness, and he didn’t seem to as he pulled into traffic, maneuvering the car through the narrow Brooklyn streets near your apartment. But then he cleared his throat and got your attention. 

“Ah, I have one rule in the car,” Andy said, dragging your attention from your screen. You glanced up at him and found him cutting quick looks at you out of the corner of his eye, an apologetic half-smile on his face. “No phones, please, sweetheart—makes me feel like a chauffeur.”

Your face warmed at the nickname, even though you were certain Andy didn’t mean anything by it, and stowed your phone away. “Sorry, Mr. Barber,” you murmured, then asked him about his day.

With nothing else to look at, your eyes kept drifting back to Andy, cataloguing things about the man you hadn’t allowed yourself to notice before, like the way his big hands gripped the steering wheel, the muscles in his forearms shifting as he turned. The heat in your center slowly grew as you watched Andy, asking questions as he told you stories about the law firm where he worked. Alone in the car together, you could pretend you and Andy were just two adults who were friendly—there was no reason you couldn’t look at him and wonder it’d be like to touch him, to feel his hands on your body.

Not long after you’d left the city, you began to fantasize about Andy stopping the car suddenly, certain his arm would reach out and brace across your front to keep you pinned safely to your seat. You imagined his big hand falling to your leg, the warmth of his hand resting on your thigh just beneath the hem of your shorts. Your fantasies had you squirming slightly in your seat, even as you tried to remain unaffected by Andy’s presence, his charming smiles sending your heart fluttering. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice, and just kept you engaged in conversation, turning it to your day and your job.

It had already been pretty late when Andy picked you up, and you’d only been on the road an hour when he’d started yawning. He’d suggested stopping at a motel for the night, and you’d agreed, knowing your parents were rather you were both safe than trying to drive while tired. Since it was summer and you were on a well-known route to the shore, it took a little while to find a place with any vacancies, which was how you’d ended up in a single motel room that had only one bed.

“What’s keeping you awake?” Andy asked, after you were both silent for a few moments, drawing you out of your thoughts. His voice was rumbling and deep, making you want to squirm some more, and press your thighs together against the dull ache between your thighs. But you didn’t move, only stayed on your back and kept your eyes on the popcorn ceiling of the motel room.

“I don’t know,” you whispered, a hint of a whine in your tone. You hoped you didn’t sound as guilty for lying as you thought you did. “I just can’t sleep.” Even in the dark, you could hear the pout in your voice and you mentally slapped yourself for sounding just a little bit flirty. The freedom of the car was gone and the knowledge of who exactly Andy was to you weighed heavily even though you couldn’t turn off the fantasies of touching him. You reminded yourself Andy was your dad’s best friend and you couldn’t flirt with him, no matter how hot you thought he was.

With a heavy sigh, Andy pushed himself up until he was leaning against the backboard of the bed. You turned your head to look at him, your gaze catching on the way his t-shirt was rumpled around his chest and biceps. It looked so soft, you wanted to lay your head on his chest and curl around his body. You looked away quickly, afraid he’d see the desire on your face in the soft light filtering in through the large window next to the motel room door.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, scooping you up from your side of the bed and hauling you across the pillow divider. The sheets twisted around your feet as Andy set you between his legs, his thick thighs bracketing your ass while he urged you to lean back on his chest, your ass on his lap. Your mind short-circuited at the knowledge Andy was touching you, and you let him gently manhandle you into settling against his body.

With the blankets pushed down around your legs, you realized how underdressed you were compared to Andy. You hadn’t expected to be sharing a bed with anyone when you’d packed them, so you were wearing only some skimpy shorts and a matching cropped tank top. Your nipples were pebbled beneath your top, and you weren’t sure if it was the air conditioner in the room or your desire, but you crossed your arms loosely over your chest, trying to hide your body’s reaction anyway. 

“What’re you doing, Mr. Barber?” you asked in a whisper, a little bit of teasing in your tone. You wanted so badly to squirm in his lap and feel if he would respond to you, but you weren’t sure if he’d be OK with that. You still thought he probably wasn’t making a move, no matter that him pulling you into his lap in the middle of the night might be a little inappropriate. 

Andy’s hands stroked down over your arms, skimming along your hips and over the tops of your thighs. You sucked in a breath when his warm palms came into contact with your bare skin, enjoying the feel far too much. “Just trying to help you relax, sweetheart,” he said innocently, his hands moving back up your body, his touch a little firmer. When he got to your upper arms, he skimmed one hand up to the front of your throat and tipped your chin back so your head rested against his shoulder. “Can you do that for me, sweetheart—can you relax?” His hands stroked back down your body, lightly massaging your muscles.

You let out a soft contented sigh as you calmed little by little. “I think I can do that,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. With the air conditioner running, you weren’t sure how Andy heard you, but you knew he did because a pleased hum rumbled in his chest. His hands felt so good on your body, you didn’t think to question whether what he was doing was appropriate from someone who was your dad’s best friend. 

“It’s been a while since you’ve had a boyfriend, isn’t that right, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a low, quiet voice, his lips next to your ear. His hands were touching you more firmly, almost groping as they stroked over your arms and legs, venturing to your hips and waist. His palm slid over your stomach in a way that had you letting out a shuddering sigh. 

You were so lulled by his hands, and the heat they were stirring in your core, that it took you a moment to catch up with Andy’s change of subject. “Y-yeah,” you answered on a soft, breathy whisper. It was the first time Andy had ever asked you about your love life, and you were a little surprised he seemed to know you’d dated at all. But he was right, it had been a long while. “Not for a couple years,” you said. 

“Oh, honey,” Andy murmured sympathetically. His beard rasped over the skin of your cheek as he nuzzled the side of your face. You shivered in his arms and another pleased sound rumbled in his chest. “That’s too long for a pretty girl like you to go without a boyfriend,” he said in your ear, the words sinking into your mind. “You need a man in your life to take care of you.”

Andy’s touch was getting firmer, his hands groping your soft flesh in an almost possessive manner, which was having an effect on your body. The heat in your core was burning hotter, and you could feel yourself starting to get wet. You knew you’d crossed a line with Andy, though you couldn’t be certain exactly when it had happened. Especially when you were trying to focus on the conversation he insisted on having. 

“I can take care of myself,” you said as indignantly as you could manage, thinking Andy was talking about your financial security. You couldn’t fathom a double meaning to his words in that moment, not when your focus was split by the trickle of your arousal sliding down your slit, making you squirm on Andy’s lap. You bit back a gasp when you felt his cock twitch against your ass. 

“Mm, I know, honey, I know,” Andy rumbled, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs, over your hips and belly. His thumbs dragged closer to your center, but didn’t touch you there yet. “You’re a strong, independent woman,��� he said, his voice warm like he appreciated those qualities in you. You sighed happily at his praise and turned your face to hide a dreamy smile against his neck “You’ve always been so impressive, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss to your cheek, tickling you with his beard and making you giggle softly. 

You were so wrapped up in Andy’s praise, you barely noticed him moving your legs, lifting first one, then the other, on top of his. Your thighs spread a little, which felt dirty enough while you were sat in the lap of the older man, but then Andy began to slide his legs out, pulling you open wider. You were so pliant and turned on, you were little more than a limp, needy mess on Andy’s lap, and all you could do was watch while he spread you open for him, his hands never ceasing to stroke and caress your thighs.

Your skimpy little shorts had ridden up, the center hugging your mound and pressing your panties against your wet slit. You were a little stunned at how fast—how easily Andy had gone from seeming like a respectable man who’d never make a move on you, to the man who now held you open for him. Your lulled mind was struggling to catch up, but with Andy’s fingers stroking closer and closer to your dripping center, you had no desire to protest what he was doing to you.

“If it’s been years since you’ve had a boyfriend, I bet your sweet cunt is feeling a little neglected,” Andy said, his voice deep and dark, a hunger lacing his tone you’d never heard before—but you liked it. His hands stopped on your upper thighs, his thumbs tracing along the edge of your shorts, digging into the creases where your thighs met your core. “That’s why you were squirming so much, isn’t it, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rumbling in your ear. “Your needy pussy wouldn’t let you sleep when you were laying so close to a man you knew would take good care of you, isn’t that right?”

Your head was spinning as you tried to reconcile the friendly, charming and affable Andy Barber with the man at your back who spoke such filthy words. You never would’ve suspected the upstanding lawyer could ask you such a dirty question, but you couldn’t deny how much it turned you on. You’d been so restless and needy it had kept Andy awake—and instead of getting angry, he seemed more than happy to take care of you. The only thing you could think to do was repay him with honesty.

“Oh god, yes,” you said on a gasp. Your hips jerked as his fingers continued to tease you, sweeping just beneath the edge of your shorts, but not moving close enough to touch you where you needed him. They pressed just a tiny bit closer and you writhed against his hardening cock. “Yes, Mr. Barber,” you cried softly.

“Don’t need to be so formal when you’re squirming on my lap, sweetheart," Andy murmured in your ear, laughter in his tone. You could feel the corner of his smile against your cheek, which only drove you wilder. His thumbs swept closer to your aching slit, digging beneath your panties and shorts. But he got your full attention with his next words. “I’d rather you call me daddy.” 

That word sent a lightning bolt of arousal through your body, leaving scorching desire in its wake. You reached your hands up and dug them into Andy’s hair, your back arching as you put yourself even more on display for the filthy older man who had you soaking and ready to beg for him. 

“Daddy,” you gasped, trying out the word. You loved the way it felt on your tongue, how perfect it felt to call Andy that. You tilted your head back, getting your mouth as close to his ear as you could manage while you whined and writhed in his lap, feeling his cock twitch and harden further against your ass. “Daddy, please!”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re so needy, honey,” Andy cooed, his tone dripping with teasing chastisement. “Were you laying over there imagining this? Imagining me touching you? Tell daddy, and I’ll pet this pretty little clit of yours,” he urged in a soft, almost hypnotic voice, his finger teasing around your aching bundle of nerves without touching it.

“No, daddy,” you whimpered, starting to tremble with need. You weren’t protesting, but answering his question. Even still, Andy paused his hands, his breath rasping harshly in your ear while he waited for you to give him some kind of sign you still wanted him to touch you.

For a brief time, you both hung there, suspended in the moment. Your fingers clung to the back of Andy’s head, playing with the short hair at the nape of his neck. You couldn’t get over the sight of his hands on your body, the sheets of the motel bed rumpled around your spread legs and the soft neon light from outside filtering in through the blinds on the window. It looked so perfectly debauched, and you so desperately wanted more—wanted him to touch you properly. So you answered him properly, admitting to your dirty fantasies. 

“I was thinking about touching you,” you confessed in a hushed whisper, your words spilling into the imperfect darkness of the motel room. Andy let out a harsh breath of relief, but you went on. “About curling up against you and letting my hand reach into your pants,” you broke off on a gasp when Andy’s finger lightly flicked over your clit. It sent an electric shot of pleasure straight to your core, and you could feel yourself leaking more, your arousal trailing down to your puckered hole. You went on, hoping he’d continue to touch you if you did. “I couldn’t stop thinking about feeling you, daddy,” you said in a rush, “About taking you in my hand and stroking you.”

“That’s my girl,” Andy rumbled, affection in his tone. The tip of his finger teased your clit with light touches, never giving you the firm stroking you so badly needed. “You’re a precious, obedient little slut who needs daddy to take care of her, isn’t that right, honey?” Andy asked, his fingers swiping through your folds and spreading your wetness around, making a mess of you. You nodded in answer to his question, and he went on. “I always knew there was a perfect little slut hiding under all your good girl sweetness,” he murmured in your ear. “Knew you’d be wet and willing for me if I just got my hands on your sweet little cunt.” 

Your head spun even more at the implication of his words, that he’d been thinking about touching you a lot longer than you’d allowed yourself to think about touching him. The realization only made you hotter. “H-how long,” you started to ask, needing to stop and swallow against your dry throat. You were gasping for air while he ruthlessly teased your clit with gentle flicks, but you pushed the words past your parted lips. “How long have you thought about touching me?” you asked breathlessly. “How long have you wanted to to turn your best friend’s daughter into a writhing, desperate little slut?” 

Andy sucked in a harsh breath, like he hadn’t expected you to ask him such a dirty question. His free hand came up to your face and he turned you to look at him. A breath caught in your throat at the sight of his handsome face so unraveled with hunger—all for you. 

Andy’s eyes raked over your expression, like he was searching for something. You let him see how much you wanted him, how depthless your own hunger was for him and his touch. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth and you only had a brief moment to appreciate it before he was ducking down, capturing your lips in a kiss.

Fireworks exploded behind your eyes at the first brush of his lips, and again when he pressed his mouth more firmly against yours. You sighed contentedly at the soft firmness of his kiss, giving Andy the room to deepen it, sliding his tongue between your lips and taking possession of your mouth. He kissed you harder, like he wanted to fuse his body to yours at the mouth, and you returned his fervor. Your nails raked through Andy’s beard, scratching lightly at the skin beneath and dragging a happy groan from him. 

When Andy finally pulled away, he was breathing heavy, his forehead pressed to yours as you both caught your breath. A smile danced on your lips and he gave you one last searing kiss, swallowing your surprised gasp and kissing you until you were dazed from the feel of him. 

“Christ,” Andy rasped once he’d pressed a final kiss to your lips. “Too fucking long,” he said, picking up the conversation where you’d left off. At the same moment, he pinched your clit between two fingers, making you shout, your body jerking hard enough he had to clamp his other arm around your waist to keep you on his lap. He held you pinned to him so his fingers could continue their exploration of your pussy. “You were only a couple of years out of college when I first thought about touching you like this,” Andy confessed, pressing one of his thick fingers into your pussy. He pushed inside you so slowly, your breath burned in your lungs from holding it. “You wore that sweet little sundress to your parents’ Memorial Day barbecue, the one with the daisies on it.” 

His finger was buried inside you to the knuckle and it took you a moment to recall the party he was talking about, but you finally did. “I remember,” you said on a gasp. It was a couple years ago, but you recalled the cotton sundress with a daisy pattern. It had been rather short, but you’d felt so pretty in it. “Didn’t know you noticed,” you said in a breathy voice.

“How could I not,” Andy rumbled, dragging his finger from your hole before plunging back inside just as slowly. “You looked like the sweetest angel in that dress, and all I wanted to do was shove my hand up your skirt and feel your soft cunt,” he went on, fucking you with his finger in torturously slow strokes that had you gasping for air. “I couldn’t stop thinking about bending you over, pushing your dress up and burying my cock in your tight, warm hole.”

“I had no idea you thought about me like that,” you admitted, watching Andy’s big hand move beneath your shorts. It was such an erotic sight, you could feel yourself getting wetter just from looking at it. Andy used your added arousal to slide his finger in and out of you.

“Of course you didn’t, sweetheart,” Andy murmured, adding a second finger to your pussy. You let out a cry of pleasure when he pushed both deep inside you, spreading them in your tight hole to stretch you. “Couldn’t have your father knowing I was thinking about his daughter like that,” he said distractedly, almost like he was talking to himself. “Couldn’t let anyone know that the whole time I was at those parties, I was thinking about all ways I wanted to fuck you.”

“Tell me,” you pleaded on a sharp inhale, turning your head slightly so you could catch Andy’s eye. His gaze was darkened and hungry and it made your stomach bottom out even as you gushed harder around his fingers. “Tell me what you thought about doing to me, please, daddy,” you begged in your sweetest voice.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” Andy bit out through clenched teeth, closing his eyes briefly as his fingers stilled inside you. 

He took a deep breath as if collecting himself, and when he opened his eyes again, they were fathomless pits of desire. His mouth was pressed into a determined line as he added a third finger to your pussy, fucking you slowly while you gasped and squirmed on his lap, your hips canting to give him a better angle.

“One time when you were eating an ice pop at one of those barbecues, all I could think about was pushing you to your knees in the grass and shoving my cock in your mouth,” Andy admitted, his fingerfucking picking up the pace gradually as he spoke, like he couldn’t help himself. “I wanted to see you lick and suck on my cock the same way you did that popsicle.”

You didn’t remember the exact party he was talking about, but it was easy to imagine the scenario he conjured. You pictured yourself on your knees in front of Andy and you wanted it desperately—you wanted to taste him so badly, drool began to pool in your mouth. But, instead of voicing your need, all you could manage was a gasp and a moan, mumbling, “Oh god, daddy,” as he fucked you with his thick fingers. 

“And then there was that time your friend tickled you at a Christmas party and you squealed,” Andy went on, blowing out a harsh breath after that last word. “Jesus, fuck, it got me so hard,” he confessed, his fingers driving into you harder. When he stopped speaking for a moment, you could hear the light smacking of his palm against your soaking wet folds, which dragged a filthy moan from your lips. “I knew you’d squeal exactly like that if I pushed into your ass and stretched you out on my fat cock.” He punctuated his point by spreading his fingers as much as he was able, stretching your pussy and making you cry out, your hips jerking from the ruthless pleasure he delivered. 

The relentless drive Andy’s fingers in your pussy and his filthy words had you fast approaching your release. “Daddy,” you cried on a gasp, your hips rocking against his thrusting hand. “Daddy, I’m gonna come.” You tilted your head back against Andy’s shoulder, one of your hands dug into his hair while the other gripped the arm he still had banded around your chest. You needed something to hold on to while he drove your pleasure higher and higher.

But before you could tip over the edge, Andy wrenched his hand out of your shorts, his fingers leaving you wet and wanting. You could feel your pussy fluttering from your almost release, your clit throbbing angrily. “Daddy,” you wailed. A frustrated sob fell from your lips, but Andy was quick to shove his soaked fingers between your lips, making you taste your arousal on his skin. 

“Not yet, sweetheart,” Andy murmured in your ear, rubbing his fingers on your tongue. It made your head go fuzzy as you tasted your own muskiness. “Daddy’s gonna edge you until you’re all drippy and braindead,” he said and you could hear the grin in his tone, like he knew he was going to enjoy himself. “Gonna turn you into my own perfect little fucktoy.” 

You moaned around Andy’s fingers, your hands circling his wrist and holding on while you sucked them clean of your wetness. Your body had relaxed from the edge of your release, and you’d started feeling warm and floaty. Andy’s other hand pushed your tank top up and he began groping your tits, plucking at your nipples and swirling his thumb around the tight peaks, making you whimper while you sucked on his fingers. 

When Andy was sure you’d sufficiently cleaned him, he pulled his fingers from your mouth with a slight popping sound. A little bit of drool dribbled down your chin but you couldn’t be bothered by it, melting into Andy’s arms as he played with your tits. “Feels so good, daddy,” you murmured softly. 

“That’s it, honey, let daddy take care of you,” Andy said, guiding you to sit up so he could pull your top off. Then he pushed your shorts and panties down your thighs and helped you out of them. He gently manhandled you back into position, with your back against his chest, your legs splayed over his and your ass resting on his hard cock. He hooked his feet around your ankles, keeping you spread wide open for him. “Just let daddy make you feel good.” 

His hands began stroking your body again, this time skin to skin everywhere, and you relaxed even further, your mind drifting in a haze of pleasure while he murmured praises about your body in your ear. “Such pretty tits, honey, so soft and perfect,” he said in your ear. His groping hands were possessive when they felt up your thighs and hips, his voice low on a groan as he said, “You feel so fucking good, sweetheart, could touch you all fucking day.” 

Andy eventually worked his hands back to your pussy and he slid his fingers through your drenched folds. He worked you up again and again, edging you two or three more times, enough that you lost count. Every time he’d fuck your pussy with his fingers, bring you to the edge of your release. When you were crying and begging him to let you come, he’d move his hands away and leave you wanting. He’d shove his fingers in your mouth for you to clean while your body relaxed away from the edge. It was glorious torture, and by the time you’d lost count, your mind felt floaty and far away, only Andy’s hold on your body keeping you tethered to the earth.

“Daddy-daddy, please, wan’ come,” you babbled, head lolling back against Andy’s shoulder as your chest heaved. You were covered in a light sheen of sweat and you were so slick between your thighs you had no doubt you’d soaked the front of Andy’s pants beneath you. His cock was hard and twitching against your plush ass and you wanted so badly to feel him slide his thick length inside your grasping hole. You wanted so badly to come.

But Andy only chuckled. “One more,” he murmured in your ear as his fingers teased through your soaking folds, gathering your wetness and dragging it down to your puckered hole. He pressed a fingertip to your rosebud and gently pushed inside, making you cry out and tense. Andy soothed you with his soft, shushing words. “Let daddy in, sweetheart,” he murmured in a sweet rumble that sent a new wave of warmth spreading through you. “Just wanna play with your pretty little hole, honey, I promise I won’t give you more than you can take.” 

His words made you smile and you relaxed for him. Andy pushed again and was able to sink his finger all the way into your ass, opening your tight hole for him. When he was buried inside to the knuckle, he let out a sharp exhale. “Can’t wait to fuck you here, honey,” Andy rasped in your ear. You could hear a smile in his tone and it made you grin dazedly. You wanted to make him happy. “You’re so fucking tight, it’s gonna feel like you’re choking my dick.”

“Daddy,” you whined. It was on the tip of your tongue to beg him to fuck your ass in that moment, but at the last second, some sense returned to you. You’d never been fucked there before and you knew it would take time to prepare you for Andy’s cock. You whimpered at the thought of taking Andy’s thick cock stretching you out when his single finger already felt so big back there.

“Don’t worry, honey, I’ll make it feel good for you, too,” Andy promised, accurately interpreting your whimper. He dragged his finger almost all the way out of your ass before sliding inside again. It was such a weird sensation, but you didn’t dislike it. “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna love feeling daddy fuck your ass, sweetheart,” the older man murmured in your ear, making you shiver with desire.

“Yes, daddy,” you agreed, the words dissolving on a loud moan. 

Andy fucked your ass with his finger, his thumb reaching up and rubbing your clit lightly, circling around the puffy nub. He brought you to the edge again like that, without even penetrating your pussy, but it fluttered all the same, begging to be filled. When you gasped that you were “gon’ cum, daddy,” Andy pulled away again. He pushed his thumb into your mouth and had you clean off your juices. 

You busied yourself sucking on Andy’s thumb while he removed his finger from your ass, careful not to make you come with the stimulation. When Andy pulled his thumb from your mouth, he murmured in your ear. “Did you like that, honey?” he asked in a low, gravelly voice. “Like feeling daddy’s finger in your ass?”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, a dreamy smile on your face. You were floating in a haze of pleasure, but you knew what you were saying and you meant it, you really did like the feeling of Andy fingering your ass. “Love feeling you play with my holes, daddy—daddy’s holes.” You giggled, not even knowing what was so funny, but it felt right.

“That’s right, honey, daddy’s holes,” he said, smiling and brushing a kiss to your cheek. His hands were soothing over your body again while you settled. Then he flipped you over onto your front, the pillow you’d shoved between your bodies all those hours ago wedged beneath your hips. “Gimme a second, sweetheart, just stay there,” Andy murmured, dropping a kiss to your head before he got off the bed.

You did as he said, staying right where you were with your ass up and your face pressed into the cool sheets of the bed. You felt nice and floaty and warm. There was an insistent throb between your legs that took up a lot of your focus, but you didn’t squirm or try to ease it at all. It felt good, and you liked feeling good. You liked being good for Andy. Your daddy. You giggled again, happy about the direction your night had gone. 

In the bathroom of the motel room, you heard the water in the sink turn off and Andy padded back into the room. When he joined you on the bed again, you could tell he was naked, his bare skin sliding against yours as he crawled on top of you. You let out a low, ragged moan when you felt his bare cock against your ass. It turned into a whine as you tilted your hips up, offering yourself to him wordlessly.

“Mm, there’s my braindead little slut,” Andy murmured, pressing sweet, suckling kisses up your spine and across your shoulders. He settled on top of you, his chest hair brushing teasingly against your back and making you shiver. “Ready for daddy to fuck you now, honey?” 

“Please, daddy,” you begged, your pussy throbbing at the thought of him sinking inside you. You tried to spread your legs, but they were stopped by Andy’s knees braced on either side of you. You squirmed, pressing your ass back against Andy’s cock. “Need you so bad!” you cried, frustration overwhelming you.

“Fuck, yes, beg for it, baby,” Andy urged. He reached between your bodies and pushed his cock between your thighs, dragging it against your soaking folds. The hard length of his thick cock bumped against your clit and you let out a high, desperate keen. “Beg for daddy’s cock to fuck your tight little cunt.”

“Please, daddy,” you begged in a sweetly whining voice. “Please fuck me, please, please, please, daddy.” You rocked your hips back on his cock, feeling the thick length against your pussy only making you drip more. It was so close, but not inside you and you were so frustrated you could cry. “Please, daddy, daddy, daddy, please!” 

“Good girl,” he rasped, brushing a kiss to your temple, his beard scratching delightfully against your skin. “Such a good slut for daddy.” Andy groaned, notching the tip of his cock at your entrance. His lips grazed the shell of your ear as he spoke so close, the words went directly into your brain. “Cum as much as you want, honey, don’t hold back.”

You’d barely nodded when Andy started pushing inside. He was bigger than his three fingers, so thick that the stretch burned a little, but you relished the pain-edged pleasure. It helped to clear some of the haze from your mind, allowing you to feel fully present in the moment. 

Andy moved slowly as he buried himself inside you, making you feel every inch of his fat cock. He was quiet as he moved, like he was savoring the moment. But when he was almost fully sheathed inside you, he shoved in the last few inches like he couldn’t wait to be inside you any longer. The jolt of pleasure and slight sting of the stretch was enough to tip you over the edge. 

You muffled a scream in the bedsheets, your fingers clinging to the soft cotton as your pussy clenched down on Andy’s cock, making him feel even bigger inside you. Your mind was blown with pleasure, the long edging session Andy put you through making your orgasm even more intense. Your vision whited out for a long moment, before you returned to yourself, swept under wave after wave of pleasure. 

“Fuck, jesus christ, sweetheart, that’s it, cum on daddy’s cock,” Andy bit out through gritted teeth. His fingers were digging hard into your hips, and you relished the way it grounded you. Your body trembled as your pussy gripped his cock in a vise. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he hissed. “Fuck yes, squeeze daddy’s cock.” 

Andy gave you only a short moment to come down from your high before he pulled his cock from your still fluttering channel and barreled back inside, forcing a sharp, pleasured cry from your lips. “Daddy!” you yelled, pushing back on his cock and making him grunt. You felt insatiable with need, like now that you’d had one orgasm, you were greedy for more.

“That’s it, honey, take daddy’s cock,” Andy growled, setting a brutal pace as he fucked you hard and rough. His dirty talk never ceased as he spilled filth in your ear. “Such a good fucking slut for daddy, taking my cock so well,” he murmured while he railed you, his hips slapping against your ass, his balls banging against your clit. “Knew you’d be perfect—I knew you’d be the best little fucktoy for me.” 

The older man fucked you relentlessly, pounding you into the sheets of the motel bed with a ruthlessness you never would’ve suspected from the upstanding lawyer. You loved it, you couldn’t get enough of it, and you couldn’t stop yourself from egging him on. “Harder, daddy, please, fuck me harder—need you so bad daddy, please!”

“Take it, you little slut,” he growled, fucking you harder and faster, his cock barreling into your cunt with every thrust. “Take daddy’s cock like a good girl.” You shrieked as he pounded against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, your fingers clawing at the sheets as you pushed back desperately on him, chasing your pleasure.

“You gonna come again, sweetheart?” Andy asked in a teasing, breathless voice while he fucked you mercilessly hard. “You gonna come again like a good little slut?” 

Moaning and shaking and overwhelmed with pleasure, you nodded, gasping for breath so you could speak. “Almost there, daddy,” you whimpered. 

“Rub your clit, honey,” Andy rasped, levering himself up. While you reached an arm underneath you and found your clit, Andy gathered the wetness from where his cock pounded into you and brought it to your rosebud. He pressed his thumb against your hole and you were so close to being undone, there was no resistance left in you. You squealed as his finger sank into your hole until it was buried to the hilt. 

Between your fingers desperately rubbing your clit, Andy’s thumb in your ass and his cock pounding your pussy, it wasn’t long before you came again. It hit you like a lightning strike, and you screamed as your whole body tensed. You felt like you blacked out for a moment, coming back to yourself with a scratchy throat and a pussy throbbing with pleasure as it clenched down on Andy’s cock, squeezing him in your body’s tight grip. 

“Good girl,” Andy growled as he rutted into you, chasing his own pleasure. “Good fucking girl, honey, feel so fucking good coming on my cock—so good, fuck yes,” he growled. “Take my come, sweetheart, take daddy’s come.” He barreled into you one last time, your cunt gripping his cock and dragging him deeper. He pressed as deep as he could go and then groaned loudly as he came.

You felt Andy’s cock twitch deep inside you, then his warmth filling you up and you moaned softly. After a few shallow pumps inside you, Andy collapsed on top of you, his arms braced on either side of your head holding him up enough so he didn’t crush you. Turning your face to him, you pursed your lips until he huffed a small laugh and indulged you in a kiss. 

“Feel good, sweetheart?” he asked when he pulled away. He didn’t go far, though, pressing his forehead to yours. 

It was your turn to laugh. “That felt fucking amazing, daddy,” you answered, raking your nails through Andy’s beard and smiling when he let out a pleased rumble. He pressed another kiss to your lips. 

When you’d both caught your breath, Andy helped you up from the bed and dragged you to the bathroom so he could clean you both up. You giggled when he flicked water at you, and moaned softly when he slid a warm, damp washcloth between your thighs. He left you alone to pee, and by the time you crawled back into bed, he was stretched out. The pillow that had been between your bodies at the start of the night was shoved behind Andy’s head.

Still, you had a moment of uncertainty where you weren’t sure if he wanted you to snuggle into him. But then he turned his head to you and gave you an expectant look, reaching for you with grasping hands. “C’mere, sweetheart,” he murmured as he dragged you into his side while you laughed happily. You settled into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder and your hand playing lightly with Andy’s chest hair.

“Andy?” you asked softly after a moment, your voice quiet. You were half hoping he was already asleep, but there was a question burning inside you and you knew you wouldn’t be able to sleep unless he answered it. So you supposed it was a good thing he hadn’t fallen asleep yet.

“Hmm?” he asked, skimming his palm down your forearm and up to your bicep, pulling you more on top of him. 

“What’re we gonna tell my parents?” you asked. You were already dreading the conversation you knew you’d need to have if you wanted to start a real relationship with Andy. And you did—you wanted that, and you hoped he did too. “What are we gonna tell my dad?”

You didn’t notice your breaths were coming quicker and you were tensing up until Andy flipped you over onto your back. He hovered above you, his eyes shining with affection in the dim light of the motel room. His gaze raked over your face, no doubt taking in your anxious expression. He ducked down and brushed a soft kiss to your lips. 

“I’m going to take care of you, sweetheart,” Andy promised when he pulled back, giving you a serious look. “That means I’m going to talk to your father, tell him how I feel about you and make sure he knows I’ll cherish you for the rest of your life.” His eyes went distant as he caressed your cheek with his thumb. “I’ve had a long time to think about this, I know what to say to him—to both of your parents.”

Your eyes went wide with a little bit of shock. One part of what he’d said was rattling around your brain, unable to let you move on from in. “H-how do you feel about me?” you asked, staring up at the older man who was quickly working his way into your heart. 

Andy’s gaze returned to focus on you and his expression softened. You sucked in a breath at the look of pure adoration on his face. “I feel like you’re the right girl for me, honey,” he said in a soft, genuine tone. “You’re the girl I’ve been waiting my whole life for.” A gentle smile graced his lips.

“Oh, Andy,” you said softly, grabbing his face and pulling him down for a kiss. You kissed him passionately, putting all your burgeoning feelings for him into the slide of your lips and the stroke of your tongue against his. When he finally pulled away, you were breathing heavy, and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face. “You’re the right man for me, too, you know.” 

Chuckling, Andy smirked. “Oh, I know, honey,” he said, rolling onto his back again and dragging you on top of him. You shrieked in surprise and laughed. “Now get some sleep, I wanna use your pretty pussy again in the morning before we get back on the road.” He swatted your ass lightly and you giggled before settling down. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered sweetly on a laugh, nuzzling into Andy’s neck. You felt more than heard him chuckle. 

Andy wrapped his arms firmly around your waist and he brushed a kiss to your cheek. “Hush, my perfect girl,” he urged in a deep voice. “Sleep.” 

Finally, blessedly, you slept. In the arms of the right man for you, content in the knowledge that you were the right girl for him.

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so, there is this person ( @menacetosobr1ety ) who has convinced themselves that i’ve stolen my fic pop that cherry from some user named @punani. i have no clue why this is, i know i haven’t ever copied anything (i wasn’t even the type of kid to copy paste things for school assignments). i see absolutely no point in it but horrible things. i just write for myself, to make me happy, why the fuck would i take away all of the joy by just copy pasting?

they haven’t linked a specific story that they believe i’ve copied, so i’ve even tried to scroll through that old blog to see if i could find what they kept vaguely referring to.

i don’t know if it’s a fic that has the same title (i used a common phrase, so there are surely a billion other fics with that same title) or if by some miraculous chance, me and another random human being had the same exact idea. it does happen. we as human beings are incredibly unoriginal, we have the same thoughts, inventions and ideas all of the time. but i highly doubt that this is a case of simultaneous invention.

fic theft is not something to joke about, it’s literally my worst fucking nightmare and why i’ve almost quit multiple times over the years.

and this person has crossed several lines that are truly not okay. they’ve not only harassed me via asks, comments and reblogs, but they’ve also reached out to some of the dear friends i have on here. that is not fucking okay. i don’t know who this person is, what is going on in their lives, maybe this delusion is a way to act out because of something personal, i don’t know, people deal with things in strange ways. i just wish that they’d take a step back, take a fucking breath, calm down and realise what they are doing.

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can't get enough

pairing: congressman!bucky barnes x female reader

summary: you're woken up by bucky being called away for some congressional business, but you don't want him to go. as you're making the most of the time you have together, he reminds you of the night before, when you celebrated him coming home after a few weeks away.

warnings: 18+ content (minors do not interact!!!), there are no spoilers for thunderbolts*, smut, light angst, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal fingering, vaginal fisting, double vaginal penetration, inappropriate use of bucky's metal arm, rough sex, pussy spanking, painful sex/painplay, bdsm elements (mostly check-ins, bucky briefly restrains reader's wrists with his hands), biting, finger sucking, come play, dirty talk, praise kink, light degradation, pet names (little one, baby), referenced edging using sex toys, aftercare, established relationship, lots of feelings

word count: 8.3k

a/n: ok so i originally wrote this fic back when the first Thunderbolts* trailer dropped, and we saw Bucky's metal arm in the dishwasher, but i just never got around to editing it 🫣 and it was a bit of a struggle, i honestly had no idea how to end this fic! also, i'm pretty sure a congressman wouldn't travel so much, but it was necessary for the fic so we're gonna ignore those inaccuracies! anyway, this is pretty much just pure smut with some feelings, so i hope y'all enjoy ♡

The loud, incessant buzzing of a phone on the table beside your bed dragged you mercilessly from sleep. With a muffled groan, you rolled over, the sheets smooth against your bare skin as you sought the warmth of Bucky Barnes.

He’d already shifted onto his side to answer the phone, and you burrowed your face between his shoulder blades, nose nudging the bumps of his spine, smile pressing into his skin when you felt his deep, sleep-roughened voice while he spoke.

“Yes?”

There was a pause filled by the tinny sound of someone on the other end speaking. Though you couldn’t hear their words, you got the gist. Bucky was being called away on some sort of official congressional business—or the unofficial business that had him investigating Valentina Allegra de Fontaine.

Either way, it only meant one thing, and it had the corners of your mouth pulling down in an unhappy frown.

“Alright, gimme an hour.”

Bucky’s sigh was drowned out by the wooden thunk of him tossing his phone back on the bedside table. Then he was rolling onto his back, his arm digging beneath your waist and pulling you into his warm body until you were half sprawled on top of him.

So much of your bare skin was pressed to his, and you hummed contentedly, sleep still nipping at the corners of your consciousness and urging you to return to its comforting embrace. But then you remembered the call and what it meant.

“Noooo,” you whined, curling your arms around Bucky’s shoulders and wrapping your legs around his thigh, holding on tight and trying to prevent him from leaving the bed.

You knew it was pointless—he was a super-soldier, and even though he wasn’t wearing his metal arm, he could easily extract himself from your hold. Or carry you as he got out of bed, which you would mind less.

A low, reluctant chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest and he brushed a kiss to your forehead, to the spot where your brows were furrowed in a frown, his scruffy jaw making you shiver. 

“I have to go in,” he said, stating what you’d already surmised. “And you need the rest, little one.” His voice dropped to a playful growl that had you laughing even as you pouted.

“I do not,” you grumbled, burying your face in Bucky’s bare chest, delighting in the way the soft hair dusting his skin tickled your cheeks. Your words were muffled by the way your mouth was pressed into the layer of softness atop the packed muscle of Bucky’s chest, but you knew he heard you fine.

“Oh yeah?” he challenged, his warm hand ghosting down your spine and smoothing over your bare ass. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, just enough to make you mewl softly and squirm on top of him.

You were distracted from his question by Bucky’s groping hand, your legs falling open instinctively and your head tipping to the side to let out a soft moan. Bucky’s laughter rumbled in his chest, teasing your nipples to aching points while his hand slipped between your thighs.

His fingers explored the soft, swollen folds of your pussy, his darkened blue eyes watching your face carefully, as if checking your body for tenderness. When you merely sighed happily, your muscles loosening and relaxing until you were little more than a warm puddle on his chest, Bucky brushed a kiss to the top of your forehead. 

Then, without warning, he pulled his fingers away and used the flat of them to deliver a light swat to your well-used, puffy pussy. 

The gentle sting had you whining sharply and writhing on top of Bucky’s chest, arching your back and presenting your cunt in a way that you hoped enticed him to give you more—you didn’t care if it was more light spanks or thrusting his fingers inside your dripping hole.

“Greedy girl,” Bucky rumbled, a hint of admonishment in his tone, but his voice was so washed in warmth, it was hard to take the scolding seriously. Especially when he indulged your needy sounds and spanked your pussy again, a little harder that time.

Despite Bucky’s examination, you were still a little sensitive and sore from the previous night, and you trembled beneath the firm swat to your puffy pussy, letting out a pathetic whimper at the sting of pain, even as tingles of pleasure swirled deliciously through your core. 

There was an ache in your muscles, and an exhaustion deep in your bones, that was coaxing you to fall back to sleep. But the knowledge that Bucky was leaving, and you weren’t sure when he’d be back, had you fighting against it. 

Instead, you sank into the pleasure of Bucky’s hand, writhing lazily against him, your thigh brushing against his thickening cock. Your fingers trailed down Bucky’s side until they bumped against the tip, then you danced them down his shaft, enjoying the feeling of his hard length twitching against your touch. 

Before you could get too distracted by Bucky’s cock, though, he delivered another, sharper, spank to your pussy. You keened loudly, your back arching, ass lifting in the air as you begged for him to stop tormenting you. 

“Please,” you gasped, spreading your legs wider, inviting him to give you more. 

“Still hungry for me, little one?” Bucky teased, his voice a delicious, sleep-roughened rasp that danced along your spine and settled heavily between your thighs, making your clit throb with need. “Even after everything I gave you last night?”

His fingers rubbed your puffy pussy, making a mess of the wetness that was already leaking from your slit. When he spanked you lightly again, it made an obscene wet sound that had you squirming and keening pitifully.

“Bucky, please,” you mewled, sliding your hands up Bucky’s chest to curl over his shoulders and brace against his broad body to rock your hips back against his teasing fingers. “Need you—I’ll always need you,” you whined raggedly.

Moving on instinct, you slid your leg across his hips until you were straddling him. The hard line of his cock was a heavy, delicious ridge between your thighs and your hips worked, grinding down on him, your clit bumping against all the veins of his shaft and drawing a needy whimper from your lips. 

“Please.” 

“Greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky murmured, the words sounding more like praise than admonishment in his deep, rasping voice.

You could do little more than purr your happiness before he was ducking his head and capturing your mouth in a kiss. Your mind went blissfully blank as his lips tasted yours, his hand shifting to your hip, fingers rubbing your own wetness into your skin as he dug into your soft flesh. 

Bucky used his grip to urge you to grind against his thick cock, all while he swallowed your whimpers and moans like a hungry beast, his own pleasure rumbling deep in his chest. 

Your need ratcheted higher with every sweep of his tongue between your lips, and your hips humped desperately, feeling every throb and twitch of his hardness between your slick, swollen folds. 

Truthfully, there was a slight ache in your core, but you ignored it. You were too ravenous for Bucky to even think about stopping your hips from working and coating his cock in your desire.

When the blunt tip of him caught in your thoroughly used hole and threatened to slide into your puffy pussy, Bucky stilled beneath you, his hand gripping the soft curve of your hip so hard that you came to a rest with a protesting whine. 

You were panting with need, your mouth open, lips brushing against Bucky’s as you breathed each other’s air. But as you retreated enough to see what had made him stop, you caught the flash of concern in his darkened blue eyes. 

“Little one,” Bucky rumbled, a strained warning in his tone, like it killed him to have to stop you. 

If it had been any other morning, you might’ve given in to Bucky’s urging that you rest—but that was because he would’ve been there to take care of you. He would’ve cuddled up with you under a blanket and gotten you everything you needed so you could keep relaxing. 

But he was leaving in an hour—less than, since it had already been a few blissful minutes since he’d hung up the phone—and so the gluttonous hunger churning in the depths of your body would not be ignored. No matter how concerned Bucky was for you, you needed him.

“Bucky, please,” you begged, urgent desperation in your sleepy, husky voice. Your hips were already pushing against his hold on your body, a pitiful whine rising in your throat when he kept you pinned with his super-soldier strength. 

For a long moment, Bucky’s eyes raked over your face, taking in the pout on your lips and the pleading expression in your gaze. Finally, his hand loosened on your hip and you pushed back, impaling yourself on the tip of Bucky’s cock. 

A breathy moan slipped from your lips, and you tipped your head back, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you felt his hard cock drag against your sensitive inner walls. It felt so good to have him inside you, filling you up in the most perfect, delicious way only he could, that your mind went blank with pleasure. 

Time stretched exquisitely, and all you could do was feel. Your head spun as your body moved slowly, your hips sinking further and further down on Bucky’s cock. It was exactly what you needed—every throbbing inch of his length sliding deeper into your tight hole as you stretched around his thick shaft. 

When you were fully seated on his cock, Bucky’s hand wrapped around the nape of your neck, fingers digging into your skin and dragging you close to hold you pinned to his broad chest. Your nipples rubbed against his hard muscles and the soft hair dusting across his pecs, teasing them deliciously. 

“Greedy girl,” Bucky growled, tipping your face toward his until your lips brushed against his, but he didn’t kiss you. He just breathed heavily while you panted into his mouth. “You can’t get enough of me, huh?” he asked, a teasing thread in his tone.

It was on the tip of your tongue to cry out ‘no, never’, but just then, Bucky shoved his hips up roughly, fucking so deep into your body, you could’ve sworn you felt him deep in your belly. A sob wrenched free from your throat at the pleasure, which was edged in just enough pain to make to make it sharper, more intense. 

“Can’t get enough of my cock, even after everything I gave you last night?” Bucky went on, his harsh breaths spilling past your parted lips as he fucked you. “Good. I want you to feel me in your greedy cunt even while I’m gone—I want you thinking about everything I did to you this morning—and especially last night—so you know what I’m going to do to you when I get home.” 

At his words, memories of the night before flooded your mind…

Bucky Barnes had been gone for weeks. He was meeting with businesses and local community leaders in his home district of Brooklyn, New York, while you were left alone in the Washington D.C. apartment you shared together. 

You knew being a congressman gave Bucky a purpose, something he hadn’t had in a while, but did he really need to be gone for weeks?

In your opinion, Bucky being gone for weeks was too long. 

Sure, he did what he could to keep in touch even amidst his busy schedule. He made a point to call you at least once a day, and though you’d had phone sex a handful of times, nothing compared to having him with you—his warmth in your bed, his arms around your body, his cock buried deep between your thighs. 

You’d taken to wearing his starched, white button-up shirts whenever you were home at night, breathing in the scent of him as much as you could. You’d lay in the bed you shared, with nothing on except that shirt. 

When he got home on the night he was due back, that was how he found you, clad in his white shirt, only a few of the buttons done up, giving him teasing glimpses of your tits and pussy while you squirmed excitedly on the bed. Hunger darkened his blue eyes and a wolfish smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. 

Then, Bucky fell on you like a starving man, his metal hand sliding between the plackets of the shirt and tearing it open like it was little more than tissue paper—and you were the present he was eager to unwrap. 

His heated gaze swept down your bared body, a ravenous look in his eyes, before his larger form covered yours and his mouth captured your lips in a searing kiss. 

Bucky kissed you like it was the first and last time, his mouth greedy as he devoured every sound you made and every breath you exhaled. In turn, you kissed him selfishly, your fingers curling around the nape of his neck and holding him close, stealing all the air from his lungs while he pinned you to the bed with his heavy body.

“Missed me?” Bucky asked teasingly on the first opportunity to come up for air. He shot you a smirk that was dripping with male satisfaction and humor—both of which made the need in your belly burn even hotter.

Your hands slid down the sides of his neck, palms skimming over the stubble beneath his jaw and dug your nails into his skin. Without grace, you yanked Bucky back down on top of you, your shoulders lifting off the bed to meet him as your mouths collided again.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you growled into his mouth. 

At that, Bucky chuckled, slipping his tongue obligingly between your lips, but you were merciless. You wrapped your lips around his tongue and sucked on him so ravenously, he groaned loudly into your mouth. 

Reflexively, his hips jerked, digging deeper between your thighs until his bulge was grinding against your bare pussy, your legs squeezing his hips and humping against his cock.

“Bucky,” you whined, throwing your head back and nearly knocking your chin into his nose while you writhed beneath him, desperately seeking your pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re needy tonight,” Bucky cursed on a sharp exhale, trying to sit up on his knees so he could strip off his clothes. 

But you were clinging to him too tightly, and he ended up dragging you with him, so you sat spread across his thick thighs. Your arms tightened around his shoulders, your legs around his waist, your mouth pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to his stubbled jaw. 

Bucky laughed huskily, and murmured, “Little one,” with an edge of admonishment in his tone that didn’t do anything to dislodge you. In fact, you barely heard it.

You were too busy dragging the blunt edges of your teeth over Bucky’s scruffy cheek, licking his bristly jaw and making obscene little moans when you tasted the salt on his skin and the musk of his sweat. Your mouth found the spot on Bucky’s neck that made him shiver, and you bit down—hard. 

His whole body wracked with a shudder, nearly making you lose your hold and fall back to the bed. But you were too determined to stay close to him, so you clung on, feeling the shiver vibrate through your body, whimpering when it teased your aching nipples and your desperate, leaking cunt. 

“Fucking christ—you need me that bad, huh?” Bucky huffed, his words accompanied by the sound of rending fabric and his zipper being ripped open. His fingers brushed your thighs and then the thick head of his cock was pressed to your weeping entrance. “Hope you’re ready for me, little one,” he growled, rubbing the tip of his cock through your drenched folds, teasing your hole.

A needy, pitiful sob burst from your lips as you tried to use what little leverage you had to lower yourself on Bucky’s cock, but his metal hand held you right where he wanted you, poised above his hard length. Another desperate whine spilled from you as tears of frustration splashed onto your cheeks.

“Bucky, ‘m so wet and empty, you could shove your whole fist inside me and I’d still beg for more,” you rasped against his neck, feeling his pulse pumping under your lips. “I missed you—god, I missed you so much, Bucky, I need you so bad.”

You barely knew what you were babbling, your head filled with hazy need. Your body felt like one big nerve ending that was throbbing to the beat of Bucky’s heart and begging to be filled. 

Bucky made a rough, tortured sound low in his throat, something between a groan and a roar. It sank deep into your core and you felt even more wetness drip from your pussy onto his cock, coating him in your desire. 

In the next breath, he yanked you down on his hard length, splitting you open so suddenly and so harshly, the immediate pleasure wrenched a scream from your lungs. The sound tore from your throat in a piercing wail, bouncing off the walls of your bedroom while Bucky gripped you so hard, you knew he’d leave bruises.

“That’s it, scream for me, little one,” Bucky rumbled, leaning forward and laying you down on the soft bed. The movement had his cock pressing so deep inside you, right to the end of you, that you felt like he was imprinting himself on your body.

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the bed on either side of your head, pulling his hips back and snapping forward, fucking you so hard and fast, all you could do was lay there and take it. You screamed and wailed until your throat was raw and your cheeks were damp with tears of pleasure.

“You think I didn’t miss you, too, little one?” he demanded, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside your body as it slammed into you. “You think my cock hasn’t been aching to sink into this tight cunt since the day I left?”

It felt so good, to have him everywhere—his body covering yours, his shirt teasing your aching nipples as he hunched over you on the bed, his damp forehead pressed to yours, his harsh breaths slipping between your lips, his hips cradled between your thighs, his cock buried to the root inside your pussy.

He pounded into you, punctuating his words with deep thrusts that sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body and making you nearly erupt in euphoria. You knew then that it wouldn’t be long before you came, and a part of you was devastated you’d come so quickly—even as you knew it wouldn’t be enough.

A whole night with Bucky, after he’d been gone for weeks, was never going to be enough. 

“God, I missed this,” Bucky growled against your mouth. “I missed you—I missed you so fucking much, little one, I thought about you every moment I was gone.”

Bubbles of happiness burst in your chest to hear Bucky’s rough words of devotion. They swirled with the pleasure rising like a tide in the center of your being, leaving you to sob his name, chanting it like a prayer—like a plea, “Bucky, Bucky, Bucky!”

“Fuck—fuck, I can feel how close you are,” he bit out, his thrusts turning wild and erratic as he chased his own pleasure in your body. “Come for me, little one, come all over my cock—show me how much you missed me, baby.”

Bucky shoved deep inside you, pausing to grind his hips into your cunt and rubbing your clit until the pleasure building inside you reached its crest. You tumbled over the edge with a sharp cry, every muscle in your body pulling taut for one breathless moment, spine arching off the bed and wrists fighting against Bucky’s unbreakable hold.

Stars popped and crackled behind your eyes as you screamed Bucky’s name, overwhelming pleasure crashing through you in waves that swept you away to another plane of existence, leaving behind the bed and the room—leaving only you and Bucky, who still moved over you, his throat working as he growled in your ear. 

“Good girl, such a good girl, baby,” his deliciously deep voice rumbled, tethering you to reality. “Can feel your sweet cunt gripping me so good, sucking me deeper, begging for my come. D’you want it, little one, want my come?”

“Yuh huh, yuh huh,” you babbled, unable to form proper words, but it didn’t matter because Bucky understood your meaning. 

His mouth captured yours in a searing kiss while he rutted into you, and a moment latter, he was groaning through his own release. 

Bucky’s hips pressed flush against your center, his cock twitching deep in your cunt as he spilled his seed against your cervix, loud sounds of pleasure slipping from his lips. You drank them down greedily, just as hungry for his pleasure as he’d been for yours. 

In the haze of his release, you managed to tug your wrists free from his hold and you wrapped your arms around Bucky’s shoulders, fingers carding through his soft brown hair, your legs hugging his hips tightly while you felt him throbbing deep in your body. 

As the overwhelming pleasure receded for both of you, the kiss shifted, slowing and becoming sweeter, more reverent. Your lips moved against each other adoringly, savoring the other and taking the time neither of you had been patient enough for earlier. 

“In case it wasn’t clear,” you began, pulling back and kissing Bucky’s nose, then each of his cheeks and finally pressing a kiss between his brows, smoothing away the near-constant furrow. “I really missed you, Bucky.”

“Mm, I noticed,” Bucky rumbled, pressing his smile to your mouth before giving you a quick kiss. “I really missed you, too, baby,” he promised, his voice warm and satisfied even as he rolled his hips, wringing a soft gasp from your lips.

Laughing softly, he swallowed the sound with a kiss that devolved into long, languorous moments of making out. When Bucky finally pulled away to let you get some air, he propped himself up on his arms and glanced down at you with a hint of concern. 

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, his warm hand skimming down your side as if checking for injury. His hand slid between your bodies, easing his still half-hard cock from your pussy, his gaze watching your expression closely. 

There was a little twinge of an ache, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as he seemed to be expecting. Your lips curved in a naughty smile as you shook your head, holding his gaze. “I edged for a couple hours before you got home—put the dildo you got me to good use,” you explained.

You winked up at him, enjoying the way Bucky’s eyebrows raised in surprise, then lowered as his eyes darkened. Renewed hunger burned in his gaze, and he ducked down so his mouth was close to yours. Your breaths were coming a little faster, matching the harshness of his.

“No wonder you were desperate for me,” he murmured on a chuckle, before giving you a long, heated kiss. When his tongue licked into your mouth, you swore you could feel it between your thighs, your core heating with desire all over again. 

“Y’know,” Bucky began when he pulled away, the corners of his mouth curving in an impish smirk. “You say the damndest things when you’re desperate.”

“Hmm?” you asked, burying your face beneath Bucky’s jaw and nuzzling into his stubbled skin. He smelled like leather and musk, and you breathed deeply, letting his comforting scent fill your head with fluffy clouds of bliss. 

All memories of what you’d said in the heat of the moment got lost in those clouds, but Bucky was determined to remind you. 

He shifted his big body out from between your thighs, quietly shushing the soft whine you let out by petting his warm palm over your belly and slipping it between your thighs. His fingers gently stroked the folds of your puffy pussy. 

“You said something about me shoving my fist in your pussy,” Bucky said gruffly, gliding the tips of his fingers through your wetness. He gathered his come, which had been dripping down to your ass, and gently pressed it back into your hole with three fingers, while the other two teased your entrance. “What did ya mean by that, little one?” 

“B-Bucky, oh m’god,” you stammered breathlessly, eyes flying open and finding Bucky’s darkened blue gaze fixed firmly on your face while he slowly, torturously withdrew his fingers and pushed them back inside as deep as they’d go. “You know what I meant,” you forced out, gasping when Bucky’s little finger slipped into your pussy to join the others.

Hovering above you, Bucky’s mouth was curved into a devious, delicious smirk, which only deepened when he took note of the delight and excitement dancing across your face. You were certain he could see the eagerness deep in your gaze, and it made his smile turn wolfish. 

“You want my fist, little one?” 

Bucky’s voice was sweet as he asked you one of the filthiest, most debauched questioned you’d ever heard him utter. His gentle tone contrasted with his obscene words and the slick sound of his fingers working your drenched pussy. You could feel yourself clench around him, your body greedily sucking him deeper. 

A pleased grin stole across Bucky’s handsome face. “Since I’ve been gone, I’ve only had my fist to fuck,” he rumbled, thumb teasing the edge of your hole while he fucked you with four fingers. “Now that I’m home, you want that for yourself, huh?” His eyes flashed with something even dirtier and more perverted. “Should we see if I can fit both my fist and my cock inside you?”

Your hips jerked reflexively at Bucky’s question, pressing down on his fingers and taking them deeper, your inner walls pulsing with a desperation to be filled. Your answer tumbled past your lips with a reckless desire you only felt safe enough with Bucky to indulge.

“Yes—god, yes, Bucky, give it to me, please, gimme your fist and your cock. I want to be stuffed so full of you, I’ll feel you for days.”

“That’s my girl,” Bucky growled, beginning to push his thumb into your warm, dripping hole. 

For a second, your mind whited out, but then your fingers were wrapping around his wrist and you were tugging him to a stop. He caught your gaze, a concerned frown on his lips. There was a question in his eyes as you shook your head.

“I want the other fist, Bucky—the metal one. Please,” you begged in a soft, pleading voice. You weren’t sure if he’d grant your request, but you held your breath, hoping. 

Bucky looked stunned for a moment, his features slack with surprise. But then a grin was curving the edges of his mouth and his vibranium hand was wrapping around the back of your neck, hauling you up from the bed for a searing, soul-consuming kiss. 

When he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless, he gave you only a moment to gasp for air before he was shoving his warm fingers, dripping with your desire, past your lips. Bucky ordered you to clean them, his gaze going inky dark as he watched. 

Once you were done, drool coating your chin after he’d fucked your mouth with his fingers, Bucky stood and made quick work of removing his clothes—leaving his dress shirt, ruined pants and all the rest in a pile on the floor. 

Before rejoining you in the bed, Bucky grabbed a bottle of lube from where you’d left it on the bedside table, and he settled between your thighs. Skimming his hands lovingly along your thighs, he shifted you into the position he wanted, your back flat on the bed, knees hiked up and spread wide, putting your pussy on display. 

“God, I missed this,” he murmured distractedly, his black and gold metal fingers delicately tracing the puffy lips of your pussy. His eyes were fixed on your swollen folds, reverence etched into his expression. 

Still, you couldn’t help but giggle, a little breathlessly. “You missed my pussy that bad, huh?” Your voice was husky from your earlier screaming, and it seemed to draw Bucky from the trance he’d fallen into.

A rakish smile pulled across his handsome face, making your heart flip in your chest. “No, baby, I missed being with you, I missed trying something new with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the earnestness in Bucky’s low rumble, and the intensity in his blue eyes. Emotion flooded your chest and you knew it was written all over your face by the way a fire lit within his gaze. 

You reached for him, but he was already leaning down and pressing a kiss to your pouty mouth, slipping his tongue between your lips in a teasing lick.

He kissed you slowly, like you had all the time in the world, and didn’t move away until you were squirming and whimpering into his mouth with need. Then, Bucky sat back on his haunches between your thighs and popped the top on the bottle of lub. 

Bucky was thorough as he coated his metal hand generously in lube—all while muttering to himself about how he hoped it didn’t fuck up the machinery because he didn’t want to explain this to the Wakandans. But you reminded him it was water-based lube and if he could swim, it would be fine. 

That comment had earned you a raised eyebrow and a wry smirk, and you’d stifled a giggle behind your palms, excitement dancing in your eyes as you watched Bucky prepare himself. 

When he decided he was ready, he asked you again if you were sure, and you nodded eagerly, telling him again you wanted this—you wanted him to fuck you with his metal fist.

It took longer than you would’ve expected for Bucky to work you open, especially since you’d thought you’d been close enough to taking his other fist earlier. But the unrelenting metal of Bucky’s hand, and his determination to make sure he didn’t hurt you meant it was a slow process.

Then, when he finally pushed the widest part of his hand inside your pussy, the rest slid in all at once, a sharp cry springing from your lips as you were suddenly so full. It was such a strange sensation, to have Bucky’s hand buried deep in your cunt, but, you realized with stunning clarity, it felt good. 

Bucky had gone deathly still when you’d cried out, as if he hadn’t known how to interpret the sound, whether it was pain or pleasure. But when you relaxed, softening around his wrist and hand, he let out heavy exhale, like he’d been holding his breath. 

“Are ya alright, little one?” Bucky asked softly, catching your knee in his warm hand and pressing a kiss to the inside. 

Your thighs were quivering under the onslaught of pleasure rippling out from the center of your body, where you were impaled on Bucky’s fist, his knuckles pressing against your sensitive inner walls and hitting spots you didn’t even know existed. You felt like your entire body was throbbing, and one move would make the pleasure detonate inside you. 

“Uh hmm,” you murmured, nodding your head distractedly as you basked in the sensations flooding your body. Your arms and legs were trembling, the feeling of having something so large and unyielding inside you, stretching you, unlike anything you’d ever experienced. And you loved it. 

Wiggling your hips experimentally, you felt Bucky’s metal fist shift infinitesimally inside you. His fingertips brushed against a spot that had you gasping, your body clenching down hard on his hand, before the sound devolved into an obscene, debauched moan. 

Your eyes fluttered open with effort, and you sought Bucky, finding him partly hovering above you, watching your face like it was a wondrous thing. He was smiling down at you, his expression half fond, half feral. 

“You’re so fucking filthy, little one—you’re taking my whole fist like such a filthy, perfect slut,” Bucky rumbled, shifting up the bed to capture your lips in a quick kiss.

The movement had him moving inside you, and you cried out, hips writhing as your body sough friction to add to the pleasure of being so full. Bucky swallowed the sound with a groan of his own, pulling his hand free before shoving it in again, a little rougher. 

“Fuck, you’re doing so well for me, baby,” Bucky said in between kisses. Then he sat back and watched his hand disappear inside you over and over again. “You’re taking my fist so well, such a good fucking girl.”

“Bucky, please,” you cried, rolling your hips up off the bed to fuck yourself on his hand. You looked at him, desperation in your eyes, fingers clawing at the blankets of the bed. Your voice was raspy and raw as you begged, “I need more, please!”

The grin that pulled across Bucky’s face was so feral and hungry, it would’ve stolen the breath from your lungs if you had any to spare. He held your gaze while he fucked you with his fist—going slow at first, then increasing the speed of his hand plunging into your cunt until you were a crying, quivering mess. 

And still, it wasn’t enough to push you over the edge. All because Bucky wouldn’t touch your clit. 

He wouldn’t let you go near it either, batting your hands away whenever your fingers fumbled for the aching bud. You would’ve sobbed your frustration, but the pleasure pounding through your body was too much to voice the words to beg him to make you come.

“Ready for more, little one?” Bucky asked when you were teetering on the edge of your release again, unable to tumble over without the stimulation to your clit.

There was a growing wet spot beneath your body, and your thighs were practically drenched in your desire. Near-constant tremors were shuddering through your body, leaving you helpless and shaking beneath Bucky’s bigger body. It wasn’t until Bucky repeated his question, that you even understood his words. 

When you nodded, Bucky tutted. “Gonna need words, baby, d’you want more or d’you want to come like this, on my fist?”

Deep in your mind, you knew there was only one answer to give. Once Bucky had put it in your head that you could have his cock and his fist inside you—that you could be so full of him—it was the only thing you’d wanted. You wanted all of him. 

He was finally home, after being gone for so long, and you wanted to be connected to him in every way possible. If it had been possible to physically fuse yourselves together more permanently, in that moment you would’ve begged for it.

Your answer to Bucky’s question was wrenched from your throat like a divine supplication. “More!”

With a grunt of acknowledgement, Bucky moved as quickly as he could, shifting onto his knees and getting into position between your thighs. Slowly, he worked his cock into your body alongside his hand, stretching you so much you felt a tiny twinge of pain, but it was quickly replaced by blinding pleasure. 

The noises leaving your mouth were unintelligible, a babbling litany of Bucky’s name, moans of pleasure and sobs of “please, please, please,” even if you didn’t fully know what you were begging him for. It all mixed with the wet sounds of Bucky fucking you, pumping into your slick, swollen cunt while his fist remained buried deep.

“Oh fuck, ‘m not gonna last,” Bucky muttered somewhere above you. 

It was the only warning before the thumb of his warm hand found your clit and he rubbed it, hard and fast. The second he touched your aching bud, you knew you were done for. There was nothing stopping you from tumbling off the ledge and falling into endless pleasure.

Your release burned through you like a streak of lightning, pleasure so blinding it blurred the edge of pain, filling your body and mind with so much sensation, you hung suspended in time. For a long moment, all you could do was feel—the zinging pleasure of your release, and the place where you and Bucky were connected. 

Then you crashed back into your body, and sucked in a breath. Blackness receded from the edges of your vision and you caught sight of Bucky just in time to watch him succumb to his own pleasure, his jaw gritting with a groan as his cock throbbed inside you. 

Your pussy was still pulsing, greedily sucking Bucky’s come deeper into your body, when he slipped his softening cock from your hole. He was even more gentle as he eased his hand from your pussy than he’d been when he’d worked it inside you. 

After he finally pulled free, you huffed a little sigh of relief and, at Bucky’s murmured encouragement, gave in to the exhaustion weighing you down. 

You remembered flashes of Bucky cleaning you up, tucking you into an armchair while he changed the sheets, putting his arm in the dishwasher before padding back to bed and slipping beneath the blankets. You remembered him tucking you in against his chest, his body finally settling in with yours.

Then, there was nothing but blissful, restful sleep…

“Can’t believe you feel so tight after taking my fist and my cock last night, little one,” Bucky growled as he fucked up into you while you lay across his chest, your aching nipples rubbing teasingly against the hair dusted across his pecs. 

With just one arm, Bucky had you pinned to his body, your face buried in the scruff of his jaw while he bounced you on his cock and you mewled pitiful sounds of helpless pleasure. It was too much, too good, stealing the words “please” and “more” from your lips. 

“Can’t believe you still wanted me to fuck this puffy pussy after all I gave you last night—such a greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky rumbled, his tone drenched in delicious teasing that had your cunt squeezing around his cock. 

You were overwhelmed by the feeling of Bucky pounding into your thoroughly used hole, the ache of soreness in your core only making the pleasure feel all the more exquisite. You wanted all of it, the pleasure and the pain. You wanted it all as a reminder of Bucky when he was gone for who knew how long.

Bucky seemed to sense your desperation and need, and he tightened his arm around your lower back, anchoring you to his body while he slowed down his pace. His strokes turned long and deep, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every upward thrust of his hips, making you clench tight around him and moan in his ear.

“Ya like that, little one? Ya like feeling my cock deep in your cunt—where my fist was last night?” he murmured teasingly, his mouth dragging over the apple of your cheek. It wasn’t quite a kiss, since you could feel the self-satisfied smirk on his lips. 

“Yesss,” you answered on another moan, your hands diving into Bucky’s hair at the back of his head and clinging to him. Your thighs were shaking, your body boneless with exhaustion as you lay across his chest, all you could focus on was staying on top of him while he bounced you on his cock.

Bucky’s heavy arm was braced around your lower back like an immovable force, ensuring you couldn’t move even if you’d had the energy to. 

All you could do was lay there and take him, your tits crushed to his chest, your body pressed into the layer of softness padding his hard muscles. So much of your warm skin was touching his and it drove you wild.

“Want more, Bucky—want you to fuck me so hard, I’ll be feeling you for days,” you whispered, soft, pleading cries rising in your throat and slipping from your lips. “Can’t get enough of you, can never get enough.”

“Fuck—that’s my girl,” Bucky rumbled, so much warmth in his voice you swore you could feel it. Then he picked up his pace again, fucking you hard and fast. 

It was exactly what you needed. Lifting your head, you let him see the pleasure contort your face, your eyes screwing shut and your mouth dropping open as sounds of pleasure spilled from you unbidden. 

He was driving you closer and closer to the edge, and you had no doubt he could feel your puffy pussy fluttering around his cock, your moans and mewls becoming more desperate.

“Come for me, little one,” Bucky growled, capturing your mouth so he could kiss you breathless. “Want to remember the feeling of you coming on my cock while I’m gone—want to dream about coming home to you.” 

His hand slid to your lower back and he pushed your hips down so your legs spread wider, allowing his cock to sink even deeper into your pussy. You could feel him everywhere, from where he throbbed inside you to where your lips brushed as you both gasped for air. 

You whined into Bucky’s mouth, your fingers clinging to the edges of his jaw, while he rocked your hips together. The base of his cock was grinding against your puffy clit, sending zinging sparks and delicious tingles through your entire body.

“Oh god, Bucky,” you cried, his movements pushing you over the edge. Your body pulled taut for one breathless moment, like it was holding all the pleasure inside, and then all you felt was an explosion of euphoric sensation. 

A long, loud moan fell from your lips, and Bucky’s hand skimmed up your spine to wrap around the back of your neck, holding your mouth against his while he drowned in the sounds of your pleasure.

Moments later, he grunted, his cock twitching inside you as he came right after you. He buried himself to the root, spilling his seed deep in your cunt, some of it leaking out around his shaft and making a mess of your thighs.

Your bodies writhed together, basking in the pleasure for long, luxurious moments. The desperate, needy kisses of your releases turned sweet and playful, taking on a sleepy edge. 

Exhaustion was tugging at the corners of your mind again, urging you to slip back into the comfortable embrace of sleep, but you fought it. You didn’t want Bucky to leave while you were asleep. You wanted to be with him until the last possible second before he had to leave.

“My sweet, greedy, insatiable girl,” Bucky rumbled when your mouths broke apart, a smile in his voice. But you pouted about the end of the kiss, and nipped at his lower lip, dragging him in for another. 

It was a long while before you allowed Bucky to extricate himself from you—long enough that you both knew he was going to be late, but neither of you mentioned it. 

Before he got up, Bucky rolled you onto your back and hovered above you, staring down at you like he was committing the sight to memory. The sheets were tangled around your body, and you were mussed from sleep and sex, but he looked at you like the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and your heart warmed in your chest.

Bucky ducked his head for one last kiss, murmuring, “Rest, little one,” before he stood from the bed and trudged to the bathroom. 

You turned your face into his pillow and muffled a sigh of disappointment. You knew he had to leave, you’d just hoped he’d get a couple days off after being gone on such a long trip to Brooklyn. 

Without Bucky beside you, you fell into a light sleep, lulled by the sound of the shower running and the muffled noises of him getting dressed. It was only when he left the bedroom and headed into the kitchen that you roused, a frown marring your face with the knowledge he’d be leaving soon.

Wrapping the sheet around your body, you dragged yourself out of bed, wincing slightly at the sting between your thighs. You knew you’d have to take it easy for the rest of the day, but it was worth it to have a reminder of Bucky nestled deep in your body, especially as his come dripped down your thighs. 

You took a moment to clean up a little in the bathroom, then padded out to the kitchen. You paused, watching Bucky pull his vibranium arm from the dishwasher, a naughty smirk tugging at your lips as memories of the night before flitted across your mind again.

“You should be in bed, little one,” Bucky grumbled, fitting his arm into the socket and snapping it into place. A grimace passed over his features, and your feet were moving before you even knew what you were doing.

Moving around the kitchen island, you pressed yourself against Bucky’s back, brushing butterfly kisses to his skin between the edge of his undershirt and the socket for his arm. Your hands looped around his front, fingers digging lightly into the softness around his waist that you loved so much.

“How long will you be gone this time?” you asked in between kisses, ignoring his complaint about you getting out of bed. 

Bucky braced his hands against the edge of the counter, letting out a sigh. You could feel his body relaxing, tension draining from his muscles the more you kissed his bare skin. So you kept it up, brushing your lips against the back of his neck beneath his slicked-back hair.

“Just a few days,” he muttered. His warm hand moved from the counter, laying over yours on his stomach and squeezing lightly. “I don’t like being gone so much.”

“I don’t like it either,” you whispered into his shoulder blade. “Even if the sex when you get back is phenomenal,” you added, trying to lighten the mood. 

A chuckle rumbled in Bucky’s chest, but it sounded forced and you hugged him tighter. 

“How about you take some vacation time after this trip,” you suggested in between more kisses to his shoulder. “We don’t have to go anywhere, we can just stay in bed the whole time.”

“If that’s what it takes to make sure you get the rest you need,” Bucky began, turning in your hold and wrapping his arms around your waist, hauling you against his chest. “Then it’s a plan.” 

There was a ghost of a smirk on his face and you leaned in to kiss the corner of it. You felt his mouth curve deeper against your lips, which was your only warning before, in the next moment, he stooped down and grabbed you around your waist, tossing you over his shoulder. 

You screeched in surprise and kicked your legs until Bucky’s metal arm banded around the backs of your thighs, pinning you to him—bedsheet and all—while he carried you back to the bedroom. There, he tossed you down on the bed and pointed a finger at you.

“Stay, and rest, little one,” he commanded sternly, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Fine,” you pouted as you sat up, letting the sheet fall open and giving Bucky an eyeful of your naked body. You crossed your arms under your tits, pushing them up for good measure. “But when you get home, you’re burying your cock in me and not moving until I say so.”

Bucky shook his head a little exasperatedly, but there was an affectionate smile on his face when he bent down and grabbed your chin tight. He gave you one last kiss. “Greedy, insatiable girl,” he growled against your lips.

“Your greedy, insatiable girl,” you shot back with a sweet smile. “And it’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you, you’re just so wonderful.” 

The teasing in your tone made Bucky chuckle and he pressed one final kiss to your lips before pulling away. You watched him walk out of the room with a sad smile on your face, holding tight to the lingering feeling of him between your thighs to get you through the next few days while he was gone.

True to his word, Bucky Barnes returned home a few days later, his congressional office well aware he was taking a two-week vacation, during which he was not to be interrupted. 

In those two weeks, you spent all your time together. Some of it was spent resting in bed or on the couch, some of it was spent going out for food, or cooking in the kitchen together. 

But most of Bucky’s time off was spent with his cock—or his fingers, or his fist—buried deep inside your body. You both craved being connected as much as possible, and with nowhere to go, there was no reason not to indulge yourselves.

You couldn’t get enough of each other, and for once, you didn’t have to worry. You could just enjoy it. You could just enjoy everything about being with Bucky Barnes. So that’s what you did.

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the basement

a/n: it's finally here, the highly anticipated instalment where you hoes finally get to discover the basement. you're welcome in advance hehe. enjoy ♡

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summary: “yeah,” you heard Curtis chuckle briefly, “I think she might need a bit of a punishment in order to learn her lesson, so that she won’t repeat the same mistake again…”

warnings: innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, frat!bucky barnes, ari levinson, marc spector, ransom drysdale, curtis everett, lloyd hansen, andy barber, thor odinson, scott lang, miguel o'hara, frank castle, billy russo, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, drama with the gamma sigma zeta frat, party, alcohol consumption, polyamory, gangbang, corruption kink, kissing, sex dungeon, fem gloryhole, mask kink, bondage, sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, crying, dacryphilia, dirty talk, size kink, gaping, manhandling, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, impact play, pain kink, spit kink, masturbation, oral, fingering, anal, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, just all of the creampies ever

word count: 9262

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“Alright,” Dr. Richards boomed over the rustle as all of the students around you began to pack up their things, “remember to read chapters eight to eleven for next week’s class if you haven’t already.”

And though everyone around began to filter out of the room, you stayed glued to your seat a moment longer, although it didn’t derive from an academic reason as you hoped your lowered gaze on your haphazard notes helped translate it into.

In fact, the reason why you stayed in the chair a moment longer, was the little distraction you’d somehow been swindled into this morning, currently still buzzing deep inside your cunt.

It was a hot pink little vibrator in the shape of an egg, controlled from an app you didn’t have on your own phone. Although your naïveté had assumed its size would have been a clue to its strength, those mistakes were swiftly squashed as you soon learned just how deep and rumbling its power was.

And though its vibrations could have made you climax over a dozen times since your stepbrother had slyly slipped it inside and made you wear it as you wobbled off to class, all during the lecture, each time you’d creep higher towards that peak, the pattern of the dizzying tremors would change and dull, rendering you to only edge and ruin your panties as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s words.

And as you stared down at Dr. Richards as he wiped the wide chalkboard behind him clean, the guy sitting adjacent to you cut through your trance as he rose from his seat and shrugged his backpack over his shoulder.

“He’s for sure gonna quiz us on those chapters, isn’t he?”

“Huh?” your stare snapped away from your teacher as you blinked over at Pietro, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Lightly furrowing his brows, his eyes briefly flickered down to your heaving chest, “uh, you good?”

“Y-yeah, why?” you sucked in a sharp breath before you carefully got up from your seat, “I’m totally cool,” you tried not to react as the movement caused your pussy to clench even tighter around the toy as its angle shifted as well.  

Pietro’s gaze then shifted as two of his friends popped up in the doorway, prompting you to glance back over your shoulder to spot them as well as he then offered them a short wave.

“Me and my friends were just about to go grab something from the coffee cart, have my sister hook us up,” he shared as he began to ascend the stairs that split apart the rows of seats, “you wanna tag along? If Wanda doesn’t wanna break barista policy for the hot girl in my advanced neurobiology class, then I’ll happily pay for yours.”

“Wait, Wanda’s your sister? Wanda Maximoff?” you began to follow his stride.

“Twin, actually,” he tilted his head before looking up from the steps to glance back at you, “so, you wanna join? I mean, it looks like you could use the pick me up.”

Sucking in a breath, you then uttered timidly, “oh, I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m supposed to be meeting up with someone,” you said as the buzzing remained so low that it was only a flutter against your throbbing walls.

“Oh, okay, that’s cool,” Pietro swallowed the gentle rejection. And as the pair of you neared the bottom of the stairs, his friends abandoned their waiting spot, “well, uh… are you planning on going to that Delta Phi party this weekend since you already know my sister?”

“I don’t know, I actually hadn’t thought about it,” you shrugged, recalling how your roommate had gushed about the theme at breakfast the other morning.

As his friends met you both halfway, one of them couldn’t resist but to cut in, “oh, you should totally go, their themed parties are always epic.”

Glancing between everyone, Pietro then gestured to the other guys and said, “Y/n, this is Eddie and Wade. We’re in the same frat together.”

“Hi,” you offered them both a slight wave.  

Rounding back to the subject at hand, Eddie piggybacked off of what Wade had said and then suggested, “you should come with us.”

“What?”

“To the party,” he clarified, “what do you say?”

“Oh, well…” you thought about it a moment, although the way that your poor pussy throbbed made it incredibly difficult to get the right sense, so instead you heard yourself utter, “alright.”

“Alright?” Pietro’s brows floated up as he echoed your answer.

“Sure,” you breathed, shifting your weight gently as you stayed on the last of the steps, “it’s an eighties theme, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think like costumes or anything are mandatory,” Wade cocked his head, “we’ll just have old bangers stuck in our heads for the rest of the month.”

“Sounds like fun,” you offered them a small smile before Pietro once again piped up.

“Where do you live? We’ll come pick you up.”

“Oh, uhm,” you blinked for a second before answering, “in Manning Hall.”

“Okay, cool,” he smirked as they all began to back up and slip out of the classroom, “Saturday night, nine o’clock.”

“It’s a date–,” you exhaled, before a wince scrunched up your features, “or well, I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant like, you know, it’s a date, not that it’s a date, date…”

But instead of furthering your mortified spiralling, they all just chuckled as your classmate murmured, “see you Saturday, Y/n,” before they disappeared down the hall.

A long sigh then flowed from your lungs before you finally ascended from the very last step, although, when your feet settled on the floor, the little vibrator inside of you suddenly hit you with a wave, increasing its intensity for only a second before it then settled back down. A gasp swiftly parted your lips as you passed the teacher’s desk, and your hand shot out to clutch the edge of it as a stutter shook your frame.

Still packing up his own things before he too could journey forth, Reed glanced up at you and asked, “you okay?” although the knowing smirk that twitched at the corners of his lips went unnoticed by your dizzy vision.

“Oh, mhm,” you tried to control your heaving chest, “I’m fine, sir,” you briefly glanced up at him, although immediately glanced away as it didn’t help matters, your tunnel vision only fixating on the details of him that made it impossible for you to overcome the overwhelming teasing, “that was a–, uhm, fun class today.”

“Thanks,” he bit down on his slight smile. However, before you could part your lips and utter anything further, a different voice suddenly emanated off to the side.

“Oh no, what was it about this week? Please, I don’t have the energy to try and listen to you babble about it for the rest of the week.”

Twisting your neck, you spotted the figure that then appeared, leaning garishly against the doorway, “Ransom? What are you doing here?”

“Well, your dear stepbrother was busy, so he sent me instead,” he began to waltz into the classroom, “he sends his regards though,” and held up his phone, wiggling it playfully and letting you spot the app that was open on the small screen. Apparently, Steve wasn’t the only one who had access to the controls of the device ever maddening inside of your cunt, prompting your frame to freeze up at the mortifying discovery. Redirecting his glance to Dr. Richards as he neared, Ransom then murmured, “what’s up, teach?”

“Ransom,” the older man greeted the frat guy with a surprising air of informality, “hey, do you boys need me to be there for the next meeting?”

“Uhm, nah, I don’t think we’ll discuss anything major this week. We’ll just send you the highlights in the group chat or something,” he murmured before spotting the furrow to your brow and then clarifying further, “oh, did you not know? Reed is Kappa Alpha Nu’s faculty advisor.”

“No,” you faintly shook your head before the silent stares that the both of them cast upon you caused your cheeks to heat up. The pause that hung in the air almost made it seem as if there was more to that story, although your foggy brain couldn’t pick up on any of it at the moment, as you were merely focussing on not letting the tormenting toy make a complete fool out of you in front of your professor.

“Well, I should get going,” Reed then broke the heated silence, “see you next week, Y/n,” he caught your eye as he picked up his bag and slinked it over his broad shoulder, “remember to do the reading.”

“Will do, professor!” you squeaked as he turned to exit the classroom.

Though as you and Ransom slipped out of the lecture hall as well, your feet didn’t manage to carry you far down the hallway before the frat guy yanked you into the nearest bathroom that you passed.

He didn’t even glance around to see if the lavatory indeed was vacant before he shoved you into one of the stalls, his fingers not finding the lock before he pushed you up against the thin wall.

“So,” he purred as your wide eyes blinked back at him, reeling to catch up to the sudden shift in locations, “have you cum?”

“N-no,” your head swiftly shook, “I haven’t been able to,” you revealed, as each time you’d gotten close, the vibrating pulses the toy offered your poor cunt would switch up or slow down, ruining the high for you and keeping you on the mind-breaking edge.

“Well, good,” he smirked, “that was the point,” his words drew out, holding your gaze captive, before he then uttered casually, “so, I’ll just be taking this back then,” and boldly shoved his hand up under your skirt. He wasted no time before stuffing his hand into your panties, a chuckle slipping from him at just how ridiculously drenched they were.  

“Ransom!” you gasped loudly as he ignored the hot pink tail of the toy that poked out of your pussy and instead sank two thick fingers right in beside it, an obscene squelch echoing from your creamy cunt as he plugged your drooling hole up even further.

“What? Just trying to get it out,” he teased, knowing fully well what his true intentions were, purposefully keeping the little vibrator inside and making it so much more unbearable for you to endure, “quit squirming,” he grinned as your whole body quivered at his greedy touch, “oh, your little pussy's really holding on tight to that thing. Just doesn’t wanna let go,” he swirled his long fingers around the little toy, before they settled just behind it, swiftly scooping up against it to force the vibrator repeatedly against your g-spot, “oh, I know,” he then abruptly fished his phone out of his pocket, “maybe this will help,” he smirked as he opened up an app before you felt the humming pick up again.

The vibrations were strong and deep as he swept his touch against the toy, rocking it against that little spot inside of you that caused your pussy to sing for him in sloppy sloshing sounds at each of his merciless motions.

“A-ahh!” you cried out as you finally came undone. Squirting all over the place as if his touch had switched on some lewd fountain inside of you, your sensitive cunt clenched down around the toy so fiercely that it popped right out and landed in Ransom’s palm, wiggling and buzzing in his hold as his fingers too were forced out. Shakily, your frame slid down the wall of the stall till you were sitting in the puddle of your juices on the cold tile floor, your dazed frame still quivering violently from the intense high as it continued to rock you, your leaky hole still weakly gushing as the frat boy’s laughter floated above you.

“…Adler, Fowler, Jensen, Barton and then Wilson and Brock, you’ve already met,” Pietro introduced his fellow members of the Gamma Sigma Zeta fraternity, before a burly blonde appeared behind the group and interjected.

“What, are you just gonna skip the best one?” he grinned as he sauntered up towards you, splitting the small crowd that surrounded you in half.

“Y/n, this is Johnny Storm,” Pietro uttered beside you as the man neared.

“President of Gamma Sigma Zeta,” Johnny added as he caught your hand in a brief shake.

“Nice to meet you,” a smile flashed upon your features in an attempt at squashing the nerves that churned your stomach, the loud throwback music that shook the entire out house certainly didn’t help matters either, “all of you,” raising your hand, you offered the group a tiny wave as your gaze drifted over all of them.

“Likewise,” Johnny smirked before his eyes drifted down to your empty hands, “hey, how long have you been here? How come she doesn’t have a drink yet?”

“Oh, I’m okay, really–” you tried to insist, before a beer was suddenly cracked open and shoved in your hand, “oh, thanks…”

As you timidly enveloped your fingers around the can, Nick chimed in as the frat’s president settled in at his side, “so, you’re pre-med like Maximoff?”

“Yeah,” your head tilted in a tiny nod, “we have Dr. Richards’ class together.”

“Oh, my condolences,” Johnny suddenly winced.

“What?”

“He’s married to my sister,” he explained his pre-set grudge against the charming professor.

“Oh,” you breathed, your gaze promptly averting, “I didn’t know he was married.”

“Really? Most of the women he sleeps with usually does,” he uttered casually, brashly indicating that you were the older man’s type, even if he wasn’t outright accusing you of actually having an affair with him yet, “anyhow, we were about to go gather a few folks in the other room for a game of something. You wanna join?”

Glancing around the group, you then squeaked, “uh, sure.”

It ended up being a twist on truth or dare, although if you weren’t brave enough to complete the challenge, you’d have to drink.

Sitting in a haphazard circle, a few of the Delta Phi girls had also joined in, as well as the sorority’s resident cat, Gigi, who had wandered around from person to person, though when the fluffy creature had stopped and settled by your feet and you bent forward in your seat on the couch to pet her, your attention faded away from the game and rendered you to nearly miss what Carol murmured after she’d completed her dare.

“Okay…” the blonde cast her glance around the players till her eyes landed on the next victim, “Y/n, truth or dare.”

“Oh no…” your head shot back up at the sound of your own name for the first time so far in the game being picked, “truth, but please don’t be mean…” you blinked up at her as a frown twitched at your lips, “please?”  

“Alright, fine,” Carol gave in to your puppy eyes, “let’s see… what's the worst thing you've ever said to someone?”

Your eyes promptly grew wide, “oh god…” an exhale seeped from your lungs, “that’s you being gentle?”

“Or you can drink, your choice,” she shrugged as she settled further back in her seat.

“She’s like a Disney princess,” Jake grinned off to the side of you, “she’s probably never even sworn before.”

“Okay, ha-ha, hilarious,” you let out a dry laugh as everyone in the circle snickered a moment, “for the record, yes, I have, I say bad words all of time if you must know,” you noted a bit too defensively before averting your gaze to the cat at your feet to ponder the question, “alright… oh… it’s hard to remember…” you screwed your eyes shut a moment before you shared, “I mean, I did say some pretty awful things to my mom back when she first told me she was getting married again,” the rest of them then bathed you in stares that nudged you to swiftly elaborate, “it was back when I started high school, which was already not fun. It was a private school, I was a scholarship student, so let’s just say that the preppy rich kids who already went there didn’t exactly welcome me with open arms…” you sighed heavily at the memory, “and then when she told me that she’d gotten engaged to the dad of one of the seniors, I kinda flipped at the thought of suddenly living in the same house as the most popular guy in school… but, I luckily she forgave me, and I learned to deal with the change. I mean, at least it happened towards the end of the school year, so I really only lived with him for a couple of months before he then went off to college.”

For the rest of the game, you couldn’t help but absentmindedly sip at your drink, especially each time someone would be challenged with a dare or a question so raunchy that your only shield to hide your obvious innocence was the beer can in your grasp.

So, towards the end, when it eventually became your turn again and your drink was nearly empty, you only giggled when they dared you to kiss each and every other player, the alcohol in your system letting them sway you with ease.

Although, when you were halfway through the nerve-wrecking challenge, timidly pressing your lips to each and everyone’s cheeks, when you reached Johnny, he cockily twisted his head just in time for your mouth instead to crash against his own.

But as swiftly as the unexpected kiss occurred, that’s how quickly you were suddenly ripped off of the frat president’s lap, as little did you know, your stepbrother had appeared in the doorway behind you only moments before.

“Rogers, what the hell?” Johnny promptly hissed as you slipped out of his grasp.

But instead, Steve ignored him and directed his glare down at you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” his bruising grip dented your upper arm.

“Hey, let go of her,” Johnny shot up from his seat and reached out for you.

“Don’t! Get back!” Steve roared in a tone you’d never even imagined him capable of, “if you ever so much as look at my stepsister again, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”

Stumbling back just a tad, Johnny echoed, “step–…” before his glare shifted to lock with your wide eyes, “you seriously weren’t gonna tell us that this was the golden boy you were talking about? Seriously? Rogers is your stepbrother?”

“I–…” your gaze darted between everyone around you as you ceased to connect the dots and figure out why everyone had suddenly exploded in poisonous rage, “what is going on?”

“You’re going home, that’s what’s going on,” Steve grumbled firmly. His glare didn’t waver as he then raised his voice and called upon one of his friends who shadowed behind him, “Thor?”

“Got it,” Thor murmured before he then stepped up and obeyed Steve’s unspoken command, abruptly picking you up and tossing you over his broad shoulder.

And though you tried to fight it, tried to argue that they were being ridiculous, both he and your stepbrother still managed to carry you out of the sorority party without as much as breaking a sweat. And as they hauled you past the rest of the frat, the remainder of Kappa Alpha Nu stood their ground, glaring down their rivals and making you fear that a fight was on the horizon the very moment that the front door slammed shut behind you.

You were still riddled with questions by the time that you arrived back at your dorm room, though the alcohol that still buzzed in your system also pushed you to become mildly pissed off at their mysterious interjection.

Though you wanted to argue, they instead helped you get ready for bed, shoving a toothbrush into your hand before you had the chance to complain. And as you slowly scrubbed your teeth and you watched as a few whispers slipped between the pair, one of them even fishing out his phone to send off a few texts, the flicker of anger that had bubbled up inside of you, instead fizzled down and morphed into a tsunami of bewildering fear.  

So, when you’d finished brushing your teeth, your voice then came out wobbly with the threat of tears, “…are you guys mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”

But to your horror, neither of them answered you as a simple sigh only slipped from Steve as he picked out a nightgown from your dresser and crossed the room towards where your tipsy form stood, “arms up,” he uttered, and without even thinking about it, your intoxicated limbs floated up into the air. The both of their hands then slipped off your clothing before tugging the negligée over your head, “there, much better,” your stepbrother smoothed down the pastel blue fabric, having of course chosen the shortest you owned, rendering it to barely cover the curve of your bottom.

As Thor momentarily slipped into the bathroom to grab you a glass of water, Steve pulled back the covers of your twin-sized bed for you to crawl under.

“Sleep tight, sweetie,” their weight dented the edge of your mattress for but a moment before they once again rose up, although Steve briefly reached out to pinch the long ear of the white stuffed animal that you had swiftly clutched to your chest, his fingertips sweeping up to tug at one of the light pink ribbons that were tied around each of the soft bunny’s ears.  

“Wait!” you gasped as they dissipated from your side, your arms tightening in the hug around Bun Bun’s little teddy bear form, “I–… I can’t fall asleep after all of that…”

Pausing a moment right before they reached the door, “…alright,” Steve then let out a sigh, “what do you usually do when you can’t fall asleep?”

“Well, sometimes I read, or maybe watch something on my phone, but not anything too exciting, you know? Just something that I can kinda half follow along with till I get sleepy enough to close my eyes.”

A devilish idea then popped into your stepbrother’s lewd mind and thawed some of the tension in his broad shoulders, the thought conveniently also coinciding with the sinister plans that were already brewing among his fellow frat boys, and perhaps, his idea could even warm you up for the punishment they’d already begun planning.

“Okay…” he uttered slowly as the corners of his lips twitched, “I think I know something you could watch…”

“Really?” you gratefully gasped, “because that’s always the most difficult part, landing on the right video.”

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” he then grabbed your phone and pulled up a film, though paused it right at the beginning, while the little screen was still completely black, rendering the content a complete mystery to you before you pressed play, “alright, there you go,” he handed it back to you before he then bent down over your horizontal frame and planted a brief kiss to your forehead, “goodnight.”

“Night, night,” you flashed the both of them a smile.

“Night,” Thor reached down to offer your ankle beneath the duvet a squeeze, before they finally exited your room.

And when you then were all alone, you wiggled into a more comfortable position on your pillow, repositioned the stuffed animal in your grasp, before you tilted the phone screen towards you and started the video.

Though, as soon as you pressed play, your jaw promptly hit the floor at the lewd images that instantly flashed across the tiny screen.

You had never in your entire life dared to watch pornography. But even so, the genre that then played out before your own innocent eyes did not embody any of the stereotypical plots that even pure little you had heard inappropriate jokes about.

It started out by shoving a scandal-clad young woman, pretending to be a teen at home all alone in some ridiculously huge house. But then, as she skipped around, flashing the camera teasing angles of her body beneath the excuse she wore as a dress, a hulking man, disguised by the black fabric of a mask, suddenly appeared behind her, clearly on a mission to rob the house, though paused in the doorway when he spotted her.

Though as the masked man tossed the teen around and grunted that he’d much rather steal her virginity than any of her parents’ money, the urge to shut off the video prickled at your every nerve, but you just couldn’t seem to stop staring.

Hugging your teddy bear tight, you soon grew so frustratingly fuzzy that you tried desperately to rid yourself of the sensation, though still couldn’t push yourself over the edge that remained such a mystery whenever you were on your own. The only thing you managed to accomplish as you rubbed yourself raw, was a completely soaked pair of panties before you eventually passed out.

When you suddenly stirred from your slumber, it took you a moment to notice the fact that you weren’t in your warm and safe bed anymore. But in a stark contrast, you now found yourself in the arms of an individual that made you fear you’d been transported into the porn that still buzzed on your phone when you drifted off to sleep.

A gust of the night air rustled in the nightgown you still wore, as well as the cotton scarf that was tied over your mouth. Digging your fingers into Bun Bun that thankfully still remained in your embrace, you cast your wide eyes around to not only the masked man who carried you, but also the small crowd marching all around you, each of their identities obscured by matching black ski masks.

But as panic swiftly arose within you, it suddenly began to fade once again as the man who held you murmured, “well, look who’s finally awake. You were really passed out cold,” you gasped through the gag as you recognised Bucky’s voice, your glace too flickering down to catch sight of some of the many tattoos that decorated his skin, curling out from under the tight black t-shirt he wore, and wrapping down each of his burly arms.

And as you began to recognise the rest of the masked members of Kappa Alpha Nu, it still felt obscene enough to proficiently befuddle you and make you reach so far as to ponder if it actually was just a dream.

You realised what street you were on right before the fraternity came into view, though as they brought you inside the familiar house, you only sank further into your hazy puzzlement as they took you back into the kitchen, towards the pantry, and popped open the door to the basement.

Their past warnings echoed in your mind, cautioning you not to ever wander down there. And one step at a time, as they carried you down the dim and creaking stairway, your stomach began to do flips and ache at the reality that you were now breaking one of their few rules.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was a little hallway with a door at the end of it. The back of it had a little whiteboard strung up, with a schedule scribbled upon it, and at the bottom, a little sign dangled from a string. The side that initially faced you read ‘private session, fuck off’. However, as the frat guy who led the troupe opened the door, the sign got jostled enough for you to catch sight of the other side and the big bold letters that read ‘welcome voyeurs’.

Entering the basement, it was almost as dim as the staircase outside, with the exception of a few dim red bulbs that flickered about the room.

The space was dark and dingy, with decades of graffiti littering the brick walls over the various fliers and posters that wallpapered patches of the periphery. Some mismatched chairs surrounded the beat-up leather couch that stood in the centre of the room. Off to the side, you spotted a long bar, splintery enough to fall apart at any moment. Your naïve eyes flickered from the pool table in the corner, to the chains and ropes that ominously dangled from the pipes on the ceiling, to even the shelves along many of the walls, littered with all sorts of phallic-looking items that made you suck in a breath. And lastly, your stare landed upon the load-bearing wall that stood in the middle of the room, though it didn’t meet the perimeter of the basement as it only stretched out about two meters, and with a strange-looking hole adorning the centre of it.

Little did you know about the nefarious activities and traditions that played out down in this very room, from the playground it was on a day-to-day basis, to the ceremony they held each time a new president of the frat had to earn his crown.

When Bucky finally set you down on your feet, the rest of them crowded around you before one of them reached out to tear the silencing scarf from your mouth.

Hugging the plush lump of Bun Bun’s body tight, you swiftly parted your lips, “what the–”

“Nuh-uh,” you then heard Ari cut you off, your eyes promptly flickering to find his masked visage, “you don’t get to ask the questions here, baby.”

Cocking his head, your stepbrother then spoke in a stern tone, “what the hell did you think you were doing tonight?”

“W-what?” you cast a glance around the lot of them, “nothing, I–, guys,” a small whimper tumbled from your lips as you shifted your weight, “can’t you take the masks off? Please?”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Billy chuckled from behind you, making you whip your head around.

“But,” you sucked in a breath, “you’re kind of scaring me…”

“Good,” Steve uttered, “then it’s working,” before he sank down upon the couch behind him and caught your waist, “come here,” he yanked you with him and pulled you over his knee. And as your stomach pressed down against the tops of his thick thighs, and your nightgown rid up, exposing your underwear to every frat guy that surrounded you, Steve let his touch coast up the back of your leg, making you shiver in his lap as he then murmured, “so, we’re gonna try this one more time,” his hand slowly travelled further and further north, “what the fuck were you thinking tonight?”

“What?” your neck twisted for your glare to find the glint of your stepbrother’s eyes behind his mask, missing entirely as one of the others handed something to him, “I just went to a party–, ah!” sharp pain then suddenly sparked on your bottom, though it took you a moment, panting after your yelp, to realise that it hadn’t been Steve’s palm that he’d sent down upon your ass, but instead it was a paddle that one of the others had fetched for him.

“Oh, but that’s not all you did,” Bucky muttered as he then buried his fingers in your hair, clutching your locks tight just as you began to squirm, keeping you trapped in your stepbrother’s lap, even if you’d attempt an escape.

“Why would you go with them?” Steve hissed, “why?”

Flesh still stinging, you blinked up at him and breathed, “what are you talking about, I thought that was exactly what you told me to do, to finally relax and be social?”

“Not with them,” Lloyd’s voice found your ears, “you could have picked literally anyone but them,” he stated before your stepbrother swatted you with the paddle. Spanking you a few times in swift succession, one of the blows landed directly over the heat of your covered core.

“Okay, okay!” you yelped as the smacks caused tears to sting the corners of your eyes, “I’m sorry that I talked to some guys that you aren’t fans of, I’ll try to stay clear of them in the future!”

“Oh, you did way more than talk, babe,” Ari kneeled down before you to get on your level, “and they aren’t just some guys that we aren’t fans of,” he corrected you, “they’re from Gamma Sigma Zeta. The fucking scum of this campus,” he spat, making you recoil atop Steve’s lap, “do you really not know–, does she not know her Highridge history?”

“Apparently fucking not,” Frank crossed his arms before your whole body jumped as Steve once again spanked you.

“Our frats don’t mix,” Ari began to explain, “it’s from way back,” his hand drifted up to gesture alongside his words, “back in the sixties, they budded heads, god knows about what,” he briefly sighed, “but let’s just say, the rivalry has only grown over the decades.”

“So, unless you wanna be on our bad side, you stay away from them. Don’t fucking go near them, any of them, ever again,” you heard Steve bark, “you got it?”

Tightening his grip in your hair and making you wince at the sting, Bucky then tugged your head further back for your eyes to find his, “say that you fucking understand!”

“Y-yes!” you cried out, “I understand!”

And though you obeyed their every word to get back into their good graces, you once again felt Steve swat your ass before he hissed, “did you fuck any of them?”

“What?” you gasped, “no! I didn’t–”

“Oh, so you think we should believe that you only let them stick their filthy tongues down your throat like the little fucking slut you are?” Thor nearly scoffed from the sidelines.

“It was just a game,” you desperately explained, “I mean, it was only one of them that I didn’t kiss on the cheek, but that wasn’t my fault, he was the one that turned his head just at the right time to–”

“Oh, but it is your fault,” Bucky uttered as his stare held your own captive, “it’s all your fault, honey,” a gentle shake found his head, “this is the bed you made, so you better fucking lie in it.”

“I won’t do it again, I swear!” you swiftly tried, a tear rolling down your cheek as they all continued to bruise your bottom, a few of them reaching out to torment you in between the swats of the paddle, “I’ll stay away from them!”

“Hm,” Steve’s voice rumbled in your ear as a slight smirk stretched across his lips, “that doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“Yeah,” you heard Curtis chuckle briefly, “I think she might need a bit of a punishment in order to learn her lesson, so that she won’t repeat the same mistake again…”

“P-punishment?” you frantically attempted to glance around the lot of them, “b-but, then what was this?”

Your cunt clenched around nothing as Steve then sat down the paddle and let his hand ghost over your aching skin, “oh, this was just a bit of foreplay, sweetie,” he smirked at the way your already soaked panties had gotten a fresh wave of arousal to drench them further.

“Yeah, we’re gonna play a little game,” Scott informed you, “you like games, right?”

“S-sure,” you shivered as your stepbrother let his fingertip trace the hem of your underwear, scarcely touching you at all, only tickling the edges of your embarrassment.

“It’s a guessing game,” Miguel uttered, “wouldn’t that be fun?”

“L-like twenty questions or something?” you stammered as you felt Bucky let go of your hair.

“No, baby,” Steve chuckled in your ear, “it’s a little different than that…” he muttered before he then seized your waist and plucked you up, snatching you with him as he suddenly rose.

And as the rest of them manhandled your wiggling frame across the length of the basement, you squeaked, “w-what are you doing?” as they hauled you around the loadbearing wall and plopped you down on a slap that stood up against the back of it, level to the hole that had been manufactured in it. The opening’s edges were almost padded with a pliable plastic to soften up the rough texture of the brick wall. Slipping your bottom half through the hole, like they were threading a needle, you then felt someone on the other side tie up your legs, spreading them wide and strapping them into a pair of waiting leather restraints. Belt-like straps were swiftly fastened around your torso, before your wrists were then bound together as well, although one of them did readjust your little bunny to be snug against your body, beneath your bound hands, “what is going on?” you whined as they then all vanished from your side of the partition, leaving you shivering in the dark as the crisp air caressed your bottom as it poked out the other side, nearly hanging off of the edge and granting them all a perfect view of your ruined panties.

“Now,” you heard Steve’s voice from on the other side of the wall, “the rules are pretty simple,” he uttered as his footsteps dragged him closer to your exposed parts, “we’re gonna fuck you, one by one, and then you’ll have to identify us all. Try and guess who it is that’s pounding that sweet little pussy of yours,” you sucked in a breath as his touch then ghosted along your covered core, tickling the soaked cotton, “and if you get it right, well then woopie, you get to cum,” his fingers then caught the fabric in a pinch before he went on, “but if you don’t, if you get it wrong, well then you won’t be allowed to cum,” he stated just before he ripped a huge hole in your sodden underwear, revealing your pussy completely as tattered cotton framed it.

“Oh, and if you even so much as try to sneak an orgasm past any of us, we’ll know,” Bucky promptly added, “you’re awful at keeping them lowkey, you just can’t control that yet,” he murmured as you felt your stepbrother’s touch fade as he took a step back, “but if you try, then you’ll wish you hadn’t, you understand?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed, though still only took the warning with a grain of salt out of pure hope that this was only a twisted game and nothing more.

“Good,” he exhaled, making you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

Miguel was the first one to step up, not wasting any time at all to tease you before he slammed his thick cock inside of you, instantly balls deep.  

Though you could hear everyone’s different voices and groans through the partition, you still had no way of knowing who was stretching out your pussy that was on display like a toy. Knowing them all, you assumed right when you pondered if their stray moans, all of them melting into one big storm, were a result of their desperation getting the better of them as they all began to stroke themselves, impatiently waiting their turn.

“So,” you eventually heard Andy utter, “any guesses?”

“U-uh…” you panted, squeezing your eyes shut as you struggled to recall any of their names with the way that Miguel filled you up, “S-Scott?”

A loud laugh then promptly billowed out of Scott, “you wish, baby!”

“Guess you’ll just have to hold out a little longer, eh?” Thor snickered as you felt your buzzing clit get pinched, making the battle they urged you to fight that much tougher.

And as you neared the edge, your lack of faith in the threats they’d loomed over you then triumphed as you chalked them up to be nothing more than oddly dark jests and let yourself tumble over the edge.

But as you didn’t attempt to diminish any of your moans in the slightest, Marc then scoffed, “oh, did you seriously just cum?” as you still trembled before them all, “you think this is a joke?”

“Holy fuck, no yeah, she definitely did,” Miguel groaned loudly, “feels like her pussy’s trying to choke me,” he only pumped his length inside of you a couple of times more before he promptly pumped your cunt full as you simply squeezed down too good around his dick for him to resist.

“Bad fucking girl,” Frank chuckled as you felt Miguel take a step back, his twitching cock slipping from your haven.

“Greedy little whore,” Ari smacked your inner thigh lightly, making some of Miguel’s load dribble out of you as your cunt clenched at the blow, “just have to make it all about yourself, don’t you?”

“Well, gentlemen, I think a little consequence is in order,” you then heard your stepbrother utter, “any ideas?”

“I’ve got one,” Ransom smirked, “we get to pick out what she wears for the rest of the month.”

“The whole month?” you gasped as their severity finally began to sink in.

“Oh, quit your whining,” Bucky bellowed, “you think that’s bad? Try us again if you really wanna suffer that badly,” his warning sent a shiver trickling down your spine.

It was then Billy’s turn, tapping the weight of himself against your puffy petals before he used his friend’s load as lube.

And try as you might, even after you guessed wrong, you just couldn’t help but give in to ecstasy once again. You tried to fight it, you truly did, but as Billy’s rhythm rocked you and caused your eyes to roll in your skull, you ended up biting down on your teddy bear’s ear to muffle your moans in a feeble hope at the chance that they might not notice.

But unfortunately, your pussy wasn’t on board with keeping your secret.

“What part of ‘you are not allowed to cum unless you guess correctly’ do you not understand?” Billy chuckled as your cunt fluttered fiercely around him, driving him closer to the edge as well.

Next thing you knew, Steve then curved around the partition and appeared at your side. Though as your hazy gaze tried to focus on him, you ceased to notice the little clamps in his grasp before he then pinched your nipples with them, the small pebbles already half poking out of the low neckline of your nightgown, granting him easy access as he promptly fastened the pair to them both.

“Ouch,” you winced at the unfamiliar sensation, pouting up at your stepbrother’s masked features.

“Oh, suck it up,” he playfully tapped your cheek, “you big baby,” before he vanished from your side once again.

And as Billy swiftly finished as well, you heard him grunt through the wall as he snapped his hips one last time against the plush of your ass, “so, you want something worse on top of what you just got? Not a problem.”

“How about, at the next party, we’ll pretend we don’t know you,” Andy suggested, “seeing as you always use us as a safety net, clinging onto us like a lost puppy, next time, you won’t get that luxury.”

The next few that went, replacing each other like ravenous wildfires, weren’t any you could guess correctly either. First, there was the president of the frat whose broad palm spanked your sore ass even further as he fucked you. Next came Marc, who was quickly traded out with Scott, though each of those two paid close attention, pulling their cocks out whenever your pussy began to flutter around them, trading your sweet cunt out with their own fists and granting you just enough time to back away from the edge before they buried themselves once again.

When it was Ransom’s turn, the long and deep strokes he offered you were almost painfully slow, making your legs tremble in their restraints on either side of his frame.

“Fuck, look at how that little cunnie…” he groaned after you’d once again guessed incorrectly, your fuzzy and edged mind barely letting you mumble coherently any longer, “how is she still so tight after everything?” drawing back his hips to pull his cock out completely, “the fuck do we gotta do to train this hole properly?” he watched how your hole winked up at him, snapping back into place just before he plunge back in and split you back open for his fat girth, “because she’s still acting like a fucking virgin even though that cherry was popped long ago…”

Though when Ransom soon faded back into the crowd and the next man stepped up, a shrill gasp instantly flowed from your lungs as there was only one frat bro such an impossibly thick girth could belong to.

“B-Bucky!” you breathlessly cried out as he utilised the copious loads already dripping out of you as lube to make his efforts easier, though his comrades’ seed swiftly leaked out of you completely as he buried himself inside of you, his monstrous size being the one and only thing your poor pussy could possibly accommodating for, “that’s–, that’s Bucky!”

“Ding, ding, ding!” Bucky chuckled as he rolled his hips, stretching your wrecked hole impossibly wide for him, “good girl!” his hefty balls smacked against your slick skin as he found a greedy rhythm, “you finally guessed right!”

“Well, he is the easiest one to guess, so this kinda feels like cheating,” Marc playfully argued as his dick twitched, once again growing hard.

“Yeah, she would have had to be fucking passed out not to do it,” Curtis laughed cruelly.

“Should it not get to count then?” Thor asked.

“Nah, let her have this,” you heard Steve decide, “go ahead, throw her a bone, Buck,” he uttered as he handed his friend a vibrating wand.

Lowering the buzzing and bulbous head to your puffy pearl, only a moment passed before shockwaves jolted throughout your body, as you were already so close to that agonising edge.

“Oh my god!” you thrashed against your binds as your pussy gushed around Bucky’s girth, his efforts never wavering as you squirting for him. Roaring cheers and wolf whistles filled up the room as you came so hard that the comforting bunny in your arms tumbled to the cold concrete floor.

Your frame then pathetically attempted to squirm away as Bucky chases his own high, his selfish pace overstimulating you so fiercely that you would have almost rather he’d brought the paddle back out instead.

But when he’d pumped you full, his load already overspilled around his girth as it twitched inside of you, though when he withdrew completely, your little pussy gaped for a second, his cum leaking out and dripping down onto the floor, before your opening then clenched around nothing and snapped back into place, quivering around nothing as someone else then stepped closer.

Lloyd first knelt down on the ground before you, getting on eye level with the mess that had been left for him. You shivered as he slid his wide hands up to either side of your ass, before spreading you wide, and watching how you leaked before him.

One of his palms then shifted closer before his touch traced your puffy petals, sweeping through your folds before his fingers drifted down to tickle your untouched little rosebud. Your whole body squirmed as he then tilted closer and let himself have a taste of your mess, lapping greedily at your little virgin asshole, even though you were still so hypersensitive that he only overstimulated you even further, making you wiggle and whimper as he kissed a place that utterly baffled your innocent body with the unexpected pleasure it bloomed.  

“Hey! Come on dude!” the sound of your stepbrother’s rumbling timbre then cut through your haze and halted his friend’s lavish tongue, “we all know you’re an ass man, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be the one to get the honour to feel hers for the first time,” he warned him, “especially not today.”

“What, do you want it to be yourself that pops that cherry as well?” Lloyd cocked a brow as he straightened back up, wiped his moustache of your slickness, and began instead to fuck your pussy, “seriously?”

“If you keep that attitude up, yes,” Steve shot back at him, “but I was thinking maybe we pop all of our names into a hat at some point, draw at random for it,” he suggested, “whoever wins gets to claim their prize exactly how they want.”

Their words then began to fade away as you instead focused all of your might on not letting yourself unravel once again without their blessing. By the time they asked you to identify Lloyd, you could barely make out their voices through your dazed fog.

But when Thor then replaced the moustachioed frat bro and you struggled to keep your sluggish eyes open, they drifted off to the side just in time to spot as Bucky then appeared, curving around the wall, his black mask now tugged up over his gaze so that it instead looked like just an innocent beanie atop of his head.

“Oh no,” he murmured as his vision drifted to Bun Bun discarded on the floor, “when did you drop her, huh? Can’t have that,” his tongue briefly flickered out to wet his mocking grin before he bent down, “here you go, baby,” he picked the plushie up and settled it back into your constricted arms.

And just as you feared that he would disappear from your side, he instead sank down onto his knees to be at your height.

His hand curved up around the crown of your head to pet your hair as he gazed down at you, your entire frame jostling on the slab each time Thor thrust into you. Muffling your whimpers with a sloppy kiss, when he tilted back, he caught onto your chin and pried your mouth back open, just long enough for him to let a dollop of his spit drop down onto your breathless tongue.

And as his touch scooped down to cup the peaks of your tits that spilt out of your neckline, he only chuckled at the eternal pout on your lips, “aw, you wanna cum again, don’t you?” he flicked one of the clamps that still held your sensitive nipple captive.

“P-please,” you trembled beneath his teasing touch.

“Then just guess right for us,” he uttered as if the task was simple. But when the wrong name once again tumbled from your lips, his fingers caught onto both of the nipple clamps before he then harshly yanked them off. The sting made you yelp, though the sensation also caught you off guard with the shock of pleasure that trickled down your spine, akin to the rough spanks earlier, “don’t fucking cum,” he swiftly warned, “don’t do it.”

“B-but, B-Bucky! I-it–, it’s too much, please let me cum,” your eyes fluttered as your pussy began to milk Thor’s cock, “I can’t–”

“Oh, yes you can,” he uttered, hovering over you as you felt Curtis impatiently commenced his go with you, “hold it, don’t fucking slip,” he smiled as each of Curtis’ deep thrusts rhythmically forced all of the air to slip form your lungs, leaving you gasping on the slab as he fucked you so hard that you jerked against the restraints, “be a good girl. This is your punishment, you’re not supposed to be enjoying it.”

But as you stared up into the sea of Bucky’s blue eyes, the visage of him becoming your entire reality, the added visual element they’d previously deprived you of caused you to accidentally tumble over the edge once again as you simply couldn’t help it.

This time, the penalty the pleasure earned you was an entire week of not only you not being allowed to touch yourself, but also the added torture of none of them laying as much as a finger on you.

By the time that Frank had begun his turn, Bucky pinched both of your cheeks, imprisoning your puckered lips, and kissed you one last time before he vanished from your side.

Still dizzy from your unsanctioned high, Frank’s efforts ended up overwhelming you so fiercely that you began to fear that you might pass out from exhaustion before you had the chance to possibly cum again.

But when it became Andy’s go, the eleven loads that had been pumped into your poor pussy looked down right obscene, some splashed in the puddle of your own squirt directly below you, while others still leaked out of your trembling hole, though as he first swatted his palm down over your swollen clit, more cum trickled out of you as your cunt clenched at the impact, before he shifted to plug you back up.

Pinching your clit rudely as he bucked into you, someone soon handed him a black marker as murmurs filled the air of phrases they thought your body would benefit to be decorated with. Though as he dragged the pen over each of your inner thighs, the words he ended up scribbling on your skin with dark ink were ‘Kappa Alpha Nu’s fuckdoll’ and ‘cumdump’ on the other leg, which then had a little arrow pointing towards the poor mess where his dick repeatedly sank into.

And lastly, when you were barely conscious any longer, it finally became your stepbrother’s turn to swap his own fist out with the sweetness of your pussy.

However, as Steve buried his fat length inside of you and fucked you even more raw, when he did you the solid of revealing his identity to you after you’d ultimately guessed incorrectly one last time, something else also attempted to slip inside of your cunt as he soon tried to stuff a finger in alongside his cock.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you gasped in a shrill tone, your drool smearing against your teddy bear.

“Just testing the waters,” he murmured as his digit continued to trace your wrecked hole as it gripped his girth tightly, searching intently for a way inside, “damn… I really thought this would have done the trick.”

“Huh?”

“To stuff this pretty pussy with more than just one cock, you silly,” he pointed out cruelly as if such extremes were a goal of yours as well, “guess we gotta be a lot meaner to her than this if we wanna fill her up more…” he uttered, though his words barely registered in your foggy brain.

You were so edged and yearned to unravel again so badly that it physically ached, though as your sensitive walls fluttered around Steve’s thick girth, you incoherently whined, “c-can I cum again? P-please? I swear, I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t go near any of them again. Please, Steve,” you pouted as tears welled up in your eyes, “I’ll be good. Let me cum. P-please, I can’t hold it anymore, it hurts–”

But instead, your stepbrother’s wide palm came soaring down upon your trembling inner thigh as he grumbled, “too fucking bad,” squeals escaped you as he smacked you a few more times, making your cunt clamper down around him as his hand caught the puff of your pussy, “you should have just been better at guessing if you wanted to cum that badly,” his grip came down to settle around your hips, digging into them as he let his thrusts derail and become rougher, “so, suck it up. After all, it’s your fault you’re in this mess to begin with.”

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holy. fucking. shit.

guys. GUYS. i just finished the long-awaited basement fic in the thuyw au!!!!!

it took over a month (becasue i had too much other stuff to work on + other chaotic life things), but fuck it feels good to finally be done. i mean, I still have to edit it (unedited it's at over 9k words, so it'll take a minute to get through it all, whew), but still, I'm done!!!

no idea when it'll be ready to post, but I'll get it to you all as quickly as I can ♡

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like no other man

pairing: toxic!bucky barnes x toxic!female reader

summary: your situationship, bucky barnes, invites you out to the bar with him and his friends. but when he leaves you alone to talk to some other girl, you come up with a plan to get his attention—and keep it.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), established situationship, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public sex, dry humping, fingering (f receiving), handjob, come play/come marking, panty sniffing, bdsm elements, orgasm delay/denial, biting and marking, choking, finger sucking, some dacryphilia, referenced free use, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, pet names (baby), begging, teasing, some aftercare, taking and sending nude photos, possessive behavior, toxic behavior, jealousy, referenced situationship between reader and john walker, very anti-john walker behavior, very anti-sharon carter behavior

word count: 16.8k

a/n: so, uh, this part took a little longer than i expected 🫣 and it's also longer in word count than i expected. whoops! i explained this elsewhere, but i ended up having to switch the last two parts that i had planned for the series because what i originally wrote didn't end up fitting with what the first two parts became after my editing process. so this was originally the ending, and it has some conclusion, but the next part is the proper ending. and once i'm done with that, i have plans to write a fic for the night that reader and Bucky met (and maybe more, we'll see). anyway! i hope y'all enjoy this part and that it was worth the wait!! ♡♡

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Picking you up in 30, baby. Wear something slutty.

Annoyance flared, hot and sharp, in your chest as you reread the text message from Bucky Barnes. It was a reminder that it had been his idea to go out, that it had been his idea for you to wear something he liked.

Even though he was just a situationship, just another guy on your roster, you liked Bucky enough that you’d done what he asked. You’d put on your skimpiest dress, a garment that barely covered your ass and made it look like your tits were about to spill out.

And, since you didn’t want to ruin the effect of the dress, you’d gone without a coat, darting into Bucky’s car when he’d picked you up and tucking yourself into his side when he’d parked around the block from the Brooklyn dive bar he and his friends frequented. 

Bucky had kept you warm—until he hadn’t. 

A shiver worked its way down your spine and you did your best to stop your shoulders from trembling, refusing to wrap your arms around your shaking body and curl in on yourself against the chill in the bar. Instead, you huffed an annoyed sound and shoved your phone back in your bag, zipping it closed for good measure. 

There was no point in rereading the message again. It wouldn’t change how the night had turned out.

Everything had started out fine. Your heart had given an excited little flutter when you’d first read Bucky’s text earlier that evening, and you’d had to viciously stomp down on that emotion before it could bloom into something dangerous, something that came with expectations. 

You knew better than to think Bucky was taking you on a date. You and Bucky didn’t do dates.

At most, Bucky took you out to his favorite dive bar to meet up with his friends, usually on a night when John Walker—another guy on your roster—wasn’t going to be there. Since Bucky and John didn’t get along very well, and that was doubly true when you were around, it made sense.

But you knew for a fact that John would be there that night, and Bucky’s request for you to wear something slutty had you feeling some kind of way. It almost sounded like he wanted to show you off in front of his friends, in front of John Walker—which was something a boyfriend would do.

But those were dangerous thoughts. Bucky had been adamant from the start that he didn’t do relationships, and you weren’t the type to push him. So you spent the entire time getting ready working to kill off every last butterfly that tried to take flight in your belly, and refusing to acknowledge the excited pitter-pattering of your heart. 

It had been easier to ignore the emotions hovering at the periphery of your awareness when you’d hopped into Bucky’s car. Heat bloomed in your core at the wide, appreciative grin that spread across his face as his eyes raked down your body. 

And when he’d slid his big hand onto the bare skin of your leg, his fingers flirting with the hem of your dress and teasing higher on your soft thigh, it had been easy to pretend all you felt for Bucky Barnes was lust. 

When you’d gotten to the bar, Bucky had thrown his arm possessively around your shoulders, tucking you deeper into his side. You hadn’t been able to bite back the pleased smirk when you saw the smug expression on his face as you approached the table where John sat with the rest of their friends. 

Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Joaquin Torres and Lemar Hoskins had all given you a warm welcome while John choked out a bitter greeting, his jaw grinding so hard, you thought he might crack a tooth. You’d hidden a giggle in Bucky’s shoulder, then he’d pulled out a chair for you at the high top table and helped you up into it.

When you’d looked at your other situationship across the table, John’s gaze had been filled with a possessive resentment that annoyed you. 

It wasn’t like he had any claim to you—you’d told him countless times that you weren’t looking for anything more with him than the occasional hookup. But, for some reason, John always seemed to think you were playing hard to get.

So you’d tipped your face up toward Bucky when he asked you what you wanted to drink, giving him your order. Then you’d pulled him in by the sides of his canvas jacket for a loud, smacking kiss in front of all of his friends, and most importantly, John. 

Bucky’s eyes had been sparkling with mirth and his smirk had been even more smug when he’d pulled away, his hands groping your hips in full view of the entire table. 

Before he’d walked away, he’d tugged teasingly on the hem of your skirt, reminding you how little you were wearing around his friends. But Bucky didn’t seem to mind, he seemed to like showing you off. 

Then he’d shot you a wink, and between that and the kiss and the way his hands seemed perfectly at home touching you, even in front of his friends, Bucky had your body buzzing and heating with anticipation.

And then…

“Everything alright over there?” 

Steve Rogers’ voice was low and concerned in your ear, his arm nudging gently against yours and dragging you out of your thoughts. 

Just that little touch offered some semblance of warmth and you had to brace yourself against a shudder, your body needlessly reminding you of how cold you were in your skimpy dress.

But just as fast as relief flooded through you, it was replaced by renewed annoyance. 

Bucky had left to get you a drink more than 20 minutes ago, which was way more than it should have taken. And apparently you looked unhappy enough that his best friend was clearly worried about you, which only grated further on your already frayed nerves.

Bucky had invited you out, told you to dress in something slutty for him, and then he’d abandoned you all by yourself while he’d gone to who fucking knew where. He’d left you alone with his friends—and John fucking Walker, who hadn’t stopped staring at you since you sat down. 

It took every ounce of self-control not to snarl at Steve, knowing he didn’t deserve your ire. But you also didn’t want him to know how upset you were, so you sat up straight, tossing your head and giving Steve your most charming smile. Hopefully it didn’t look too much like a grimace.

“Fine,” you bit out, trying and not quite succeeding in keeping the anger from your voice. “Just thirsty.” You trilled a laugh and shrugged your shoulders, as if it didn’t bother you even a little bit that it was taking Bucky so long to get you a drink.

Steve’s lips pressed into a flat line, a furrow of concern still wedged between his brows. Then he sat up taller, looking through the weeknight crowd toward the bar. You saw the moment he spotted Bucky, the corners of his mouth turning down in a frown before he quickly wiped the expression away. 

“Looks like he got held up,” Steve said, returning his gaze to you. There was sympathy in his eyes that had your hackles rising, the urge to spit in his face clawing at your throat. “Let me go help him along.” 

Steve moved to stand up, but you reached out and curled your fingers around his bicep, nails digging into his skin through his shirt. 

“Don’t,” you hissed, the venom in your voice catching Steve’s attention. He wavered, half standing, half hovering above his seat. With a none-too-gentle shove, you pushed him back down. Your smile was flinty and brittle, your teeth clenched as you muttered, “Don’t help him with anything.”

A displeased sound rumbled in Steve’s chest and he stared at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. At least the sympathy was gone from his eyes, and that was victory enough for you. 

Just as the silence began to grown uncomfortable, Steve let out a harsh breath and took a swig of his beer. “I hope you make him pay for it,” he grumbled, low enough for only you to hear.

A snort escaped you before you could stop it, and you caught Steve’s eye out of the corner of yours. An evil smile flickered at the edge of your mouth. 

“Oh, I will.”

With that pronouncement, you let your devious grin spread across your face and turned your back to Steve. You held your head high as you looked through the crowd, wanting to know what was holding up Bucky for so long. But what you found made the anger and annoyance in your chest erupt into white-hot fury. 

Bucky was talking to Sharon fucking Carter—and had been for damn near 25 minutes already. 

Sharon Carter worked with Bucky and his friends at Stark Industries, and every time you saw her, she was always roping one of them into a conversation that lasted a millennia. She was always whining about her boss, or one of her coworkers, and never seemed to have the self-awareness that she was monopolizing the conversation.

You’d tried to be friends with her. You really had. But she’d never once asked you about yourself. She just talked endlessly about herself and her problems. 

But what really annoyed you was the way she was always touching Bucky, always putting her hand on his arm and shoving at his shoulder when she laughed. And she’d laugh at anything he said, even if it wasn’t a joke, tossing her head back and letting her grating giggle fill the room.

That sound filtered across the dive bar, managing to be heard even above the din of other conversations and the indie rock music playing from speakers. It set your teeth on edge, a possessive fury you’d never felt before curling around your heart and urging you to act. 

You were halfway out of your seat, intent on clawing out Sharon’s eyes and then ripping off Bucky’s dick, when a large body collapsed in the empty seat beside you. The one where Bucky was supposed to be sitting. 

Before you even looked to see who it was, John’s pungent cologne filled your senses and your lip curled in disgust before you could wipe the expression off your face. Thankfully, John didn’t seem to notice, leaning too close into you and talking a little too loud, letting you know he was well on his way to being drunk. 

“Y’know, if you were my girl, you’d never catch me talking to another woman when I’m supposed to be getting a drink for you.”

The slight slur in John’s voice confirmed just how much he’d already had to drink. You couldn’t imagine how he’d gotten drunk so fast, but one look at Lemar Hoskins, who was returning to the table with a couple more beers, told you everything you needed to know. 

Stifling the urge to roll your eyes, you turned your attention back to your occasional hookup. You wouldn’t even call him a situationship, since John Walker was the guy you called when Bucky and all the rest were busy. But for some reason, he always seemed to be the neediest, the most inclined to be possessive. 

“I’m my own girl, John,” you reminded him in a sickly sweet voice, the kind that was laced with venom he wouldn’t notice until too late—especially while he was drunk. “And I’m perfectly capable of getting my own drinks if I want.” You smoothed your hands down your thighs, tugging the hem of your dress down in a feeble attempt to keep warm.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be buying her own drinks,” John scoffed, a boyish grin on his face, and for a moment, you remembered why you hooked up with him. He could be handsome, when you weren’t listening to the words coming out of his mouth. “Isn’t that right, Rogers?”

John reached around your back to clap Steve on the shoulder, the move caging you in against the table. His too spicy cologne filled your senses and made you want to sneeze or cough or do anything to get it out of your nose. Instead, you turned your head away from John and hid a grimace against your shoulder.

You suspected, based on the way Steve stifled a laugh in his beer, that he’d caught your expression. But Bucky’s golden boy best friend didn’t give you away. You knew you’d always liked Steve for a reason.

“Anyone can get their own drinks if that’s what they want,” Steve answered John’s question in an even tone, his eyes flashing with something like displeasure as he glanced at John over your head. When his gaze dropped to yours, there was a question in his eyes, but you simply shook your head. 

You didn’t need anyone fighting your battles for you, least of all Steve Rogers.

“Well, aren’t you sooo progressive,” John sneered meanly, which only made Steve bite off another laugh with a swig of his beer.

You’d had enough of John’s weight resting on your side so you huffed an annoyed sound and pushed at his broad chest, shoving him back until he sat in his own chair. Unfortunately, that meant his focus returned to you, his fingertips dragging across the bare skin of your shoulders.

“No girl of mine would ever buy her own drinks, it’s my job to take care of her,” he muttered distractedly, his eyes on the spot where is fingers were playing with the thin strap of your dress. 

John’s touch was making goosebumps rise all over your arms, but not in a good way. So you shimmied your shoulders and shrugged him off. Pinning him with a displeased look, you said flatly, “Remind me why I let you fuck me.”

At that, John chuckled good-naturedly, the rich sound rushing over your shoulders and down your spine. Despite your annoyance with the man, you found yourself enjoying the feeling of making him laugh, of the warmth sparking in your core. 

Before you knew what you were doing, you found yourself leaning into John, letting the low rumble of his laughter warm your cheek. Your arm brushed against the leather of his jacket, and you moved closer, seeking his warmth, even as a part of you recoiled at the scent of his cologne and the beer on his breath. 

“Because I take care of you,” John murmured, brushing the backs of his fingers over your cheek, his hand trailing along your jaw to the back of your neck, drawing you in closer to speak into your ear. “I always make you cum, don’t I, princess?”

Your lips pressed into a flat line as you thought back on all your dick appointments with John Walker. Sure, he’d made you cum—but only once each time you hooked up with him. Bucky, on the other hand, made you cum far more than that. 

It was on the tip of your tongue to tell John as much. You were pissed and annoyed at Bucky for leaving you alone at the table with all his friends—and John was a much more deserving punching bag than Steve—but you also didn’t want to start a bar fight between your two fuck buddies. 

And with how drunk John was, you didn’t think he’d take kindly to being told how much better Bucky could make you cum. 

So instead of answering his question, you chose a different tact. 

“You know I don’t like that infantilizing pet name,” you said to John, leaning back in your seat as you shot him an annoyed look. His hand squeezed the back of your neck again, like he wanted to stop you from pulling away, but he gave in quickly.

“But you’re my princess,” John said, pouting and dragging his fingers down your bare shoulder and trailing along your arm in a way that you knew was meant to be seductive. 

Whatever warmth you’d felt for John moments ago had been extinguished by the memory of Bucky. Cutting a glance over your shoulder, you confirmed he was still talking to Sharon fucking Carter, which renewed the anger that had been boiling in your belly.

John was still rubbing your arm in a clumsy attempt at seduction, and you barely noticed except that his fingers were warm against your chilled skin. A shiver raced down your spine that had nothing to do with John’s touch and everything to do with how cold you were in your slutty little dress, almost cursing yourself for leaving your jacket at home.

You’d planned to beg Bucky for his jacket if you’d gotten cold, maybe reward him with a bj in the bathroom if he’d let you wear it all night. But he hadn’t taken it off when you got to the table, so it was still around his shoulders while he was still talking to Sharon fucking Carter. 

Suddenly, an idea popped into your head. An idea that was probably toxic and definitely a little mean—but when had that ever stopped you before? 

Beside you, John’s fingers were still idly stroking your arm and he was mumbling about everything he could do or give you if you’d just be his girlfriend, but you weren’t paying him any attention. You feigned interest, pretending you were listening to his old-fashioned and chauvinistic views on relationships until you could get a word in.

When he finally paused, you wrapped your arms around yourself and gave an exaggerated shudder, pouting up at John as you whined, “I’m cold, can I borrow your jacket?”

You knew it was a little forward to ask John outright for his jacket, but you didn’t have the patience to try to play it more coy. 

Besides, John was drunk enough that it would take all night for him to actually notice you were cold, and make the chivalrous move to offer his jacket—and by then, Sharon might’ve tried to shove her tongue down Bucky’s throat. Which was unacceptable. So you had no choice but to ask John directly for his jacket.

Still, John hesitated, his eyes trailing lazily down your body. You could practically feel him eye-fucking your tits, his gaze lingering for a long moment on the plush expanse of your thighs beneath the short hem of your dress. 

You had to fight not to fidget under his lascivious stare, wishing—not for the first time—that Bucky hadn’t left you alone at the table. 

“You sure, princess?” John drawled in a low, rumbling voice that sent a shiver down your spine that was almost pleasant. “And cover up all that?” He gestured vaguely to your body, and you nearly rolled your eyes at the implication that his view of your body was more important than your comfort.

“Please, Johnny,” you simpered, pressing your soft tits up against his bicep, which was admittedly very firm. You pushed your lower lip out and fluttered your lashes in the most pitiful pout in your arsenal. “I’m so cold, you can see my nipples through my dress,” you whined. “I don’t want your friends to see my nipples.”

It was a lie. You didn’t care if any of Bucky and John’s friends could see your nipples—you knew all of them were too honorable to look anyway. Steve had held a whole conversation with you without looking anywhere lower than your chin. 

But you knew the comment would irritate the possessive streak John had. Sure enough, as soon as you voiced the words, he started to shrug out of his jacket, though he grumbled while he did it.

You thanked him with a placating smile while you pulled the brown leather jacket around your shoulders and pushed your arms into the sleeves. 

It didn’t fit you well, and was a little uncomfortable. Plus, it reeked of John’s cologne, and you had to wiggle your nose against the urge to sneeze, but you endured it. You had a plan and the jacket was key, so you grinned and bore it. 

Stealing a glance over your shoulder, you had to work to keep a glare off your face as you caught sight of Bucky still talking to Sharon. They’d edged closer to the bar, and you had the venomous thought that he might be buying her a drink instead of you. 

Had he forgotten who he’d invited to the bar that night? What the fuck was he still doing talking to Sharon fucking Carter when you were sitting at the table waiting for him? You could put up with Bucky refusing to commit to you, but you drew the line at him blatantly disrespecting you. 

Any reservations you might’ve had about your idea being toxic or mean went up in smoke at that moment. Turning your attention back to the table, you pushed away from John and hopped off your chair. 

“Y’know, I think I will get that drink for myself,” you announced to no one in particular, whirling on your heel and heading off through the bar before John could even open his mouth to protest. Or offer to buy you a drink again. 

There was an open spot at the bar close to the table where you could’ve gone to order your drink, but that wouldn’t work for your plan. So instead, you opted to walk down the length of it, making sure to squeeze past Bucky and Sharon.

Sharon’s annoying, grating voice met your ears as she yammered on about something, but you didn’t spare either her or Bucky a glance. You did, however, knock into his shoulder to make sure he noticed you while you pretended to be focused on finding a clear spot in the crowd to order a drink. 

As you passed him, you heard Bucky suck in a sharp breath and you suspected he could smell John’s cologne on you. Even if he didn’t recognize whose spicy scent was clinging to you, he’d no doubt notice you were wearing another man’s jacket, and you had to duck your head to hide your smirk. 

A little further down the bar, there was a place in between two groups of people where you managed to shove in and signal the bartender. You watched him catch sight of you, his eyes flicking briefly to your cleavage, which was framed perfectly by John’s jacket, before nodding to let you know he’d take your order next.

You settled in against the bar to wait, wondering who would get to you first, the bartender or Bucky. Thankfully, you didn’t have to wait long to get your answer.

A familiar, delicious scent swirled around you, distracting you from the unpleasant smell of John’s cologne. Muscular arms slipped around your sides, hands furiously gripping the edge of the bar to cage you in.

A broad chest pressed to your back, warmth surrounding you in the chilly air of the bar. For the first time since Bucky left you alone at the table, you felt like you could take a deep breath and settle into the heat suddenly blooming between your thighs while he pressed possessively close to you.

Wildly, you wished you weren’t wearing John’s jacket. You didn’t want anything between you and Bucky, unless it was his jacket draped across your shoulders. You wanted everyone to know who you’d come with, who you belonged to. 

But you shoved those thoughts aside as soon as they flitted into your mind. He wasn’t your boyfriend, and you were pissed at him. So you were going to make him pay for it. 

“What the fuck are you wearing?” Bucky growled, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as his deliciously deep voice filled your head. 

It took every ounce of control in your body not to lean into him, not to press your back more flush against his chest and shove your ass into his lap. It didn’t matter that his chest was heaving with angry breaths, it felt good—it felt right—to have Bucky’s attention all on you. 

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, warmth gathering between your thighs and making your slit damp with arousal. But you had a plan, and you were sticking to it. 

“A dress,” you answered innocently, tossing your head and catching Bucky’s eye over your shoulder. “My sluttiest dress, actually,” you said, giving him a wide-eyed look with your lips slightly pouted like you were put out that he hadn’t noticed. “At your request, remember?”

Bucky’s eyes darkened, narrowing at your subtle dig about whether he’d remembered what he’d texted you earlier that evening. His mouth twisted into a snarl, and a dangerous look flashed in his bright blue eyes. In that moment, he looked furious and depraved, and you couldn’t get enough of it.

You knew you probably shouldn’t rile him up, not when you were wearing John’s jacket even though you were meant to be with Bucky, but you couldn’t help yourself. It was too much fun, and you knew it’d end with him fucking you good and hard. 

Besides, he deserved to get riled up. Maybe then he’d understand how angry you were about how long he’d been talking to Sharon fucking Carter when he was meant to be getting you a drink. 

“That’s not what I’m talking about you know it,” Bucky growled. His breath still smelled like the mint he’d had in the car, and you realized he hadn’t had a drink yet either.

Bucky pushed against your back until your body was pinned against the hard bartop. It dug into your ribs and made it difficult to take a deep breath, but that only made your pussy pulse with desire, your hole aching with the need to be filled. 

“Whose jacket is this?” Bucky demanded, his voice dark and dangerous as it slipped into your ear.

Already, you could feel a bulge in Bucky’s jeans and an evil sense of satisfaction flooded through you at the realization he was getting as turned on by you as you were by him. You wanted to push him further, to grind your ass back into his lap and see how hard he’d get for you.

Instead you held yourself still and, in response to his question, you lifted one shoulder in a careless shrug.

“John’s.”

“John fucking Walker? You’re wearing John fucking Walker’s jacket?” Bucky snarled, pressing even closer, until you could feel every hard line of him against the soft curves of your body—the bulk of John’s leather jacket the only real barrier between you. “Why the fuck are you wearing John fucking Walker’s jacket, baby?” 

The pet name was snarled with so much ferocity, it almost made you laugh. Bucky was more furious than you’d ever seen him before. Even more than that time you’d sent him a picture of your body covered in John’s hickeys. But you weren’t worried.

In fact, his reaction was exactly what you’d been hoping for, the anger pouring off him in heated waves that warmed your chilled skin. Finally, he was feeling a fraction of the rage you’d felt being left by yourself while he’d been talking to Sharon fucking Carter.

“I was cold,” you said simply, turning your head to look at Bucky over your shoulder. You pouted up at him from under your lashes, playing innocent since you knew that would only rile up Bucky even further. “And you left me all alone, what was I supposed to do?”

If Bucky noticed the fury that was edging into your tone when you reminded him he’d abandoned you at the table, he didn’t point it out. He only bit off a frustrated growl, the sound rumbling in his throat as his Adam’s apple bobbed enticingly. 

You wanted to bite him there, on his neck, and leave a mark. You wanted everyone to know he was yours. Everyone, but especially Sharon fucking Carter… 

“If my girl is cold—”

“Not your girl,” you cut in, giving him a look sharp enough to slit his throat where he stood. 

Bucky’s mouth snapped shut with an audible snap. For a long moment, his jaw worked like he was grinding his teeth, his eyes blazing with an anger that looked like it could spill over at any second. There was fury and possessiveness and frustration in his gaze. 

But somehow, he managed to keep his emotions reined in, taking a moment to collect himself before starting over. 

“You came here with me,” he said pointedly, the flash of danger in his eyes daring you to contradict him. But you kept your mouth shut and he went on. “So if you were cold, you should’ve come and asked me for my jacket.”

“You were busy,” you spit, annoyance and rage finally fully bleeding into your tone. “You were too fucking busy talking to Sharon fucking Carter.”

You knew you were showing your hand too much, being too vulnerable by showing Bucky the depth of your anger at his actions. But you couldn’t seem to stop yourself. You were angry, but worse than that, you were hurt. And it was making you reckless. 

“I’m not going to chase you across the bar and beg for your jacket because you’re talking to some pick-me bitch for too fucking long while you’re supposed to be getting me—the girl you came here with—a drink.”

For an excruciatingly long moment, your words hung in the space between you and Bucky. Your chest was heaving with heavy, furious breaths and you glared into the dark eyes of your situationship with all the fury and hurt in your heart. 

Then, Bucky wrapped his hand possessively around the front of your throat, collaring your neck and turning you to look at him more fully. His expression was unreadable as his gaze swept over your face, seeing far too much, and you suddenly realized what you’d done, the mistake you’d made.

Desperately, you tried to hide your emotions, to tuck them away. Emotions had no business butting into your situationship with Bucky Barnes. You’d worked so hard to keep your heart guarded from him, but it was like he’d torn down all your defenses without you knowing. 

And the most terrifying thing about that was how certain you were that he’d leave. Bucky had told you he wasn’t interested in a relationship, and you were clearly getting too attached, expecting too much of him. You were letting your heart get involved and you had no doubt he would run.

But, to your surprise, Bucky didn’t flee from you immediately after your emotional outburst.

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sounded jealous, baby,” Bucky rumbled, a smirk flirting with the edge of his mouth. His voice was entirely too pleased, and you bristled in his arms, every muscle in your body going taut with fury.

You wanted to violently slap that knowing look off Bucky’s stupidly handsome face, to rage at him some more for teasing you about being jealous when he was constantly acting jealous about you and John fucking Walker. 

But you settled for snarling, “Shut your filthy mouth, Barnes.”

Just then, the bartender you’d signaled finally approached, a charming smile on his face as he stared at your tits. It wasn’t until he looked up at your face that he finally caught sight of Bucky crowding your back, his arms caging you in possessively against the bartop. 

You didn’t know what expression was on your face, or Bucky’s for that matter, but the bartender took an instinctive step back. That was probably a good idea. Whatever was going on between you and Bucky was volatile and it made sense that anyone else would want to escape the blowback.

“She won’t be needing your help yet, man,” Bucky said good-naturedly, his tone all friendly and charming. 

It was such a contrast from the furious growl he’d used when he first found you, it made your head spin. You didn’t quite realize how effectively he’d dismissed the bartender until the man was beating a hasty retreat, quickly moving to help someone else at the other end of the bar. 

Before you could do anything more than huff an indignant sound of protest at Bucky’s heavy-handedness, your situationship’s hands were grabbing your hips and manhandling you away from the bar. He held you in front of his broad body, leading you through the crowd toward the back hallway where the bathrooms were located.

Bucky lifted a hand from your hip only long enough to shove open the door to the men’s room, then his harsh grip was right back on you, squeezing your body possessively as he guided you through the doorway. It was hotter than it had any right to be, how easily he manhandled you into the bathroom.

Like any good dive bar, the bathroom was dark and dingy, with decades of graffiti and girl’s phone numbers written on the walls, which were lit only by a blue neon light. The mirror over the sinks was covered in dozens of lipstick prints, an anonymous record of all the other girls that had been fucked bent over the counter.

But your lipstick print wouldn’t be joining collage, since there was no way you’d ever put your mouth on any surface of that bathroom.

As if to prove your point, one of the guys at the urinals zipped himself up and turned, heading toward the door without washing his hands. He paused when he caught sight of you, making a strangled kind of sound that got the attention of the others in the room.

There were a couple more guys at the urinals, and one at the counter, fixing his hair in the lipstick-covered mirror. All of them seemed to pause and look at you with varying degrees of disgruntlement and curiosity. None seemed to notice the bristling man at your back, who grew more rigid the longer the men looked at you.

“Put your dicks away and get out,” Bucky snapped, moving you out of the way to give the men a clear path to the door. He ducked his head to check inside the bathroom’s single stall, but since the door had apparently been torn off its hinges at some point, there was no one inside.

The expressions of the other men in the bathroom turned knowing, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to realize they’d figured out what you and Bucky were about to do. 

They all knew you were about to get fucked six ways from Sunday in the dive bar bathroom decorated in decades of graffiti, but you held your chin high, refusing to apologize for being the slut that you were.

Most of the strangers scurried out of the bathroom at Bucky’s command, but one lingered at the urinal, taking his time shaking off his dick and zipping himself up. You could feel Bucky’s fingers digging harder and harder into your hips as his patience grew thin and you tried not to squirm with your own restlessness to get railed. 

Finally, the man swaggered toward the door, his gaze wandering lecherously down your body in a way that made your skin crawl. The way he looked at you, like you were nothing more than a hole to fuck, creeped you out enough that you pressed back into Bucky, pulling John’s jacket tighter to cover yourself up as much as possible.

“Let me know when you’re done, man,” the guy said, talking to Bucky even though he was still looking at you, leaning close to peer down the front of your jacket and get a glimpse of your tits. “I don’t mind a bit of sloppy seconds, and I bet this whore’s pussy will still be tight enough—” 

Bucky moved so quickly, it took your breath away. He shoved you behind his back so he stood between you and the strange man. At the same time, he grabbed the guy by the collar of his crisp blue button-up and yanked him close so Bucky could snarl in his face.

“If you so much as fucking look at my girl again, I’ll rip your dick off and shove it so far down your throat, you’ll be choking on your own tiny sac,” Bucky threatened, a fury in his voice you’d never heard before—not even when he was talking about John Walker. “Do you fucking understand me, asshole?”

Even in the blue neon light of the bathroom, you could see the blood drain from the creep’s face, his expression contorting in fear. You couldn’t say you hated the sight—it was the least he deserved for how he’d looked at you and talked about you.

“Yeah, yeah, man, I get you,” the guy stuttered, trying to pull himself out of Bucky’s grip, but Bucky held the guy firmly as if waiting for something. “I won’t look at her, man, I promise—I promise.”

“Damn fucking right,” Bucky muttered ominously. Then he yanked the bathroom door open and shoved the guy out into the hallway so roughly, you saw him stumble and fall into the opposite wall. 

The door closed with a dull thud that echoed slightly off the tiles, and Bucky quickly flipped the lock, kicking the garbage can in front of it for good measure before he turned back to you. 

He was breathing heavily, his shoulders tight and tensed with anger and a nearly feral expression on his face. But when he caught your eye, his gaze doing a quick sweep of your body as if checking to make sure you were unharmed, you saw some of the fury drain from him.

Meanwhile, your body was a riot of emotions. The creeped out feeling the strange guy had given you was still lingering a little, but it was quickly being replaced by the heat of your arousal, and something else. Something like gratitude for Bucky for defending you. 

It all twisted together inside you until you didn’t know where your lust ended and your real feelings began. 

“Isn’t this the part where you tell me you’re not my girl?” Bucky teased, the side of his mouth lifting in a charming smirk as the rest of his anger was replaced with cocky assuredness.

It was only then, when he pointed it out, that you realized you hadn’t corrected him like you normally did. He’d called you his girl to that creep and you hadn’t butted in to remind him you weren’t his girl. 

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, you’d liked it when Bucky called you his girl. When he’d defended you and protected you, it had felt good. It had felt right. Even though those were the actions of a boyfriend, and Bucky still wasn’t your boyfriend. 

You could see your situationship with Bucky going off the rails and heading toward something else, something with a higher likelihood of getting you hurt. But you couldn’t seem to stop the emotions burning in your chest, the emotions that you had no business feeling for a guy who wouldn’t commit to you. 

The smart thing to do would be to walk away, to put some distance between you and Bucky until you got your head on straight and got your heart under control. Instead, you threw yourself at Bucky. Literally.

Launching yourself at Bucky, you wound your arms around his shoulders, fingers digging into his soft brown hair, your lips crushing to his in a fierce kiss. You needed this more than you needed anything else in that moment—more than you needed to protect yourself, more than you needed air.

Bucky caught you easily, his arms circling your waist and holding you flush against his body as he spun you around and walked you back until your ass hit the edge of the sink counter. While his mouth devoured yours, the kiss full of nipping teeth and gasping moans, he shoved John’s jacket down your shoulders and then boosted you up to sit on it on top of the counter.

Eagerly, you spread your legs for Bucky’s hips to press between your thighs, your fingers grabbing his hair, his shoulders, the lapels of his soft, black canvas jacket. You sucked on his tongue, greedy for the minty taste that lingered.

He felt so strong and familiar beneath your fingertips, and realization dawned dazedly in the back of your mind—you knew his body better than any other man in your life.

You knew the curve of his neck and the breadth of his shoulders, you knew the planes of his chest and the way his muscles shifted beneath his back when he was fucking you. You knew the taste of him, groaning when he licked into your mouth, and you knew the scent of him like it was imprinted somewhere deep in your brain.

And Bucky knew you just as well. 

He knew how to nip at your lips and fuck your mouth with his tongue to pull the dirtiest moans from you. He knew how grope your tits, shoving the front of your dress down so he could pinch your nipples and have you writhing on the counter for him. He knew the soft lines of your curves, his hands skimming all over your body and driving you wild for him. 

And it turned out, Bucky knew your heart just as well as he knew your body. He knew how to break down your defenses and get close to you in a way no other man had ever before. 

“First you’re jealous of Sharon, and now you’re not correcting me when I call you my girl,” Bucky muttered in between kisses, the scruff on his jaw dragging over your cheek and sending sparks of blistering pleasure straight to your core. “And you wore John fucking Walker’s jacket to try to make me jealous.”

Bucky’s strong fingers dug into the plush softness of your ass and he dragged you to the edge of the counter, his bulge pressing against your clothed core, your panties already damp with arousal. Your head fell back at the feel of his big cock against your pussy, a wanton moan spilling from your lips as you clung to his firm shoulders.

“Careful, baby,” Bucky warned, the warmth of a teasing smirk in his tone as he leaned forward and sank his teeth into your neck, biting at the fluttering pulse point beneath your skin. “I’m starting to think you actually want to be mine.”

“Shut the fuck up, Barnes, you’re the one who insisted you didn’t do relationships,” you growled, rocking your body against his, taking your own pleasure with a furious greed. “You won’t be my boyfriend, but you’re always calling me your girl… If I didn’t know better, I’d think you actually want to be mine.”

Leaning into Bucky, you sank your teeth into his jaw, tongue licking over the roughness of his stubble, and making him groan loudly. You liked the sound so much, you dragged your mouth down to his neck, biting him again, sinful delight filling your chest when his hips thrust against your core like a reflex. 

“So what if I did?” he mumbled, burying his face in the crook of your neck and sucking a hickey into your skin. 

The harsh, rhythmic pull of his mouth sent curls of heat licking through your body, making your clit throb between your thighs. You knew he was going to leave a mark, but you didn’t care. You wanted to be covered in his marks, you wanted him covered in your marks. 

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, laughing huskily, your fingers twisting tightly in his hair as you took out your frustration on his body, biting and sucking on Bucky’s neck to leave hickeys on his pale skin while you rocked against him. “You’re just saying that because you can’t stand the sight of me in John’s jacket.” 

Bucky sucked harder on your skin and you let out a helpless whimper, rubbing against him like a cat in heat. Despite your fury—or maybe because of it—you were nearly feral for him, curling your body around Bucky’s and clinging to him, pulling his hair as you held him close, your teeth raking over his raging pulse. 

His hips were rocking between your thighs, his denim-clad cock shoving against your soft, swollen and achingly needy pussy in a mimicry of how you wanted him to be fucking you. It felt so good, and you needed more. 

You needed him to fill you up, to bury his cock so deep in your cunt that you’d feel him for days. You needed Bucky to fuck you like he owned you. Even if he’d never be your boyfriend, he could still make you cum better than any other man you’d ever fucked, and you needed that.

But before you got there, you needed to wrap up this conversation. You knew it would end the way it always did, with Bucky refusing to budge on committing to you, and you refusing to let him treat you like his girlfriend. 

Ducking your head so your mouth was close to his ear, you kept talking. “You’re only saying that because my cunt’s the best you’ve ever had,” you hissed, an anger you didn’t fully understand dripping venomously from your voice.

But Bucky didn’t seem phased by your anger, only chuckling like he was pleased about something, though you couldn’t figure out what. 

He finally pulled away from your neck long enough to drag the line of his nose up your throat and nip at the lobe of your ear. Your pussy pulsed between your thighs and you had to bite back a moan, not wanting him to know just how much you needed him. But, of course, the bastard already knew.

“Oh c’mon, baby, don’t pretend my dick isn’t the best you’ve ever had.” 

His voice was deep and seductive as he slowly dragged the long length of his cock against your slit through your panties. He was so big and so hard and you wanted him so desperately, the neediness rushing through your body so completely that you momentarily forgot your anger. 

His cock felt so good, it wrung a filthy moan from you that made him laugh smugly again.

“Don’t tell me your cunt hasn’t been aching for my cock all night—don’t tell me that’s not why you’re really pissed about me talking to Sharon, because you were so impatient for my cock.”

Not giving you a chance to respond, Bucky pulled his hips away, and you had to bite your lip against a whine, refusing to give him the satisfaction. You felt pathetic in the best possible way, your legs splayed wide open for Bucky in the dive bar bathroom, your panties soaked with the evidence of how badly you wanted him.

In the next second, Bucky’s hand dove between your thighs and shoved your panties aside, two fingers plunging into your wet cunt and wringing a cry from your lips. You were so wet that you could hear the slick sounds of your pussy as Bucky slowly pulled his fingers out and pushed them in again, fucking you in an agonizingly slow pace. 

You groaned, clinging to Bucky’s thick biceps while you rocked your hips, trying to impale yourself faster and harder on his fingers as you stared at him through slitted eyes. You tried desperately to keep your heart out of your eyes, but it was hard to concentrate with his fingers working you so expertly.

“I’m so sorry for neglecting this pretty pussy, baby,” Bucky cooed, leaning in and brushing a kiss to your heated forehead. The gesture was so uncharacteristically tender, it made your cunt clench around his fingers. 

Thankfully, Bucky didn’t comment on how your body responded to his sweetness. But he did seem to reward you, fucking you harder, his palm slapping against your clit while you moaned and whimpered mindlessly for him, hips grinding down on his fingers as you chased your release.

“But if you wanted my attention,” Bucky was saying, murmuring the words against your temple while he stared down at the place where his fingers were spearing you open. “You didn’t have to use John fucking Walker to make me jealous—you just had to ask.” 

He curled his fingers inside you and your spine arched, sparks of pleasure bursting behind your eyes. Already, you were hurtling toward your release at an alarming speed, the lewd sounds of his fingers fucking your wet hole a soundtrack to your filthy pleasure. 

“I’ll aways take care of you, baby. I’ll always take care of this pretty, perfect pussy.”

His words were too sweet, the thread of honesty in his tone too close to the surface for your sanity. Your fingers curled into claws, nails digging viciously into Bucky’s biceps through his jacket as fury swept through your body, chasing and twisting with the pleasure that swirled in your belly.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed, your voice breathless but still managing to be hard. “You were too busy with Sharon fucking Carter to notice that John fucking Walker wouldn’t leave me the fuck alone.” 

You weren’t even trying to hide your fury from Bucky anymore. He was dancing too close to something real, something you’d both avoided for so long, and it was scaring you—which only made you all the more furious. How dare he do this now. 

But Bucky didn’t seem scared, or like he wanted to shy away from the commitment he’d avoided for so long. He seemed practically ecstatic as he laughed at your snarled words. 

Smoothing his free hand down the side of your face, Bucky wrapped it around the front of your throat. The tips of his fingers dug into the sides of your neck, choking you lightly and making your pussy clench around his thrusting fingers. 

He seemed determined to work you up toward a brutal release, one that would leave you forever changed, just as he seemed determined to knock your entire situationship off-kilter. All with a stupidly charming smirk on his annoyingly handsome face. The bastard.

“Y’know, I’ve never seen you like this before,” Bucky purred against your cheek, slowing his fingers down and adding a third. His thumb rubbed against your clit and you were so lost to the pleasure you nearly missed his next words. “But you’re cute when you’re jealous, baby.” 

You wrenched yourself back from the depths of pleasure and huffed an annoyed sound. “I wasn’t jealous, I was pissed, you left me,” you seethed through gritted teeth. 

Your angry tirade was cut off in a screech of protest when Bucky suddenly pulled his fingers from your pussy, leaving you pulsing, dripping and bereft. It was the most delicious kind of agony to have your orgasm denied so brutally, and it brought tears to your eyes. 

Bucky tutted and shoved his fingers, slick with your arousal, into your mouth before you could give voice to all the vicious thoughts running through your mind. Even still, you narrowed your eyes at your situationship, glaring at him even as you licked your wetness from his fingers until you felt your eyes go hazy with desire. 

“Uh uh, only good girls get to cum,” Bucky purred, a note of condescension in his tone as he pulled you close by the throat, watching as you sucked on his fingers. “And you’re not being very good, are you, baby?”

Your expletive-ridden response was muffled by Bucky’s fingers, but the message was clear—he could go to hell. 

A storm raged in Bucky’s eyes, the blue darkening to a deep midnight a moment before he pushed his fingers deeper in your mouth, making you choke and gag. Tears gathered in your eyes and spilled down your cheeks but you didn’t relent, and neither did he.

“Stop lying, baby,” Bucky growled, a note of desperate pleading in his tone that you’d never heard before. “Admit you were jealous, or I’ll… I’ll leave you empty and wanting right here in the men’s room. Is that what you want?”

Anger surged in your blood, until the riot in your chest matched the storm in Bucky’s furious gaze. Of course you didn’t want him to leave you unfulfilled in the bathroom, but you weren’t going to give in so easily—not when giving in felt so dangerous, like you were admitting to more than just lying, more than just being jealous. 

So instead of responding, you pressed your lips into a firm, stubborn line and slipped your own hand between your thighs. Your fingers had barely brushed against your soaked panties before Bucky was grabbing your wrist and batting your hand away, his mouth twisted in a scowl.

“Don’t touch what’s mine without permission, baby,” he snarled, cupping your pussy possessively. 

His fingers dug into the fabric of your panties, pushing the soaking wet fabric into your sopping hole. He was fucking you too shallowly to be anywhere near satisfying, but it was so filthy that you couldn’t stop your hips from squirming on the counter, a helpless moan spilling from your mouth around his fingers. 

“This cunt belongs to me, doesn’t it?”

Your hands lay limply at your sides for a moment, but at Bucky’s demanding question, they slid up his chest, diving beneath the edges of his jacket and fisted in the soft t-shirt he wore beneath. Your eyes were watery with tears of need, your pussy throbbing greedily and urging you to give in, but you couldn’t. You couldn’t. 

You shook your head wildly, Bucky’s fingers falling from your lips.

A frustrated sound tore free from Bucky’s mouth, and his face pressed close to yours, your noses nearly bumping as he stared deep into your eyes, fury and something like hurt swirling in the depths of his gaze. 

“Why do you always do this?” Bucky demanded, his voice harsh and his chest heaving. You could taste the mint on his breath and hear the little cracks in his voice. “Why can’t you just admit that you’re mine?” 

“Because you won’t commit!” The words burst from your lips before you could even think about biting them back. Then, to your horror, more spilled out of you. “I won’t belong to someone who won’t even call me their girlfriend, who won’t be my boyfriend. I won’t—I can’t.” 

Your voice broke on that last word and you had to swallow down a sob. Lowering your eyes, you refused to look at Bucky, feeling raw and exposed in a way you hadn’t in a long, long time. You’d said too much, and you couldn’t bear to watch when it turned your situationship against you.

You flinched in surprise when Bucky’s fingers brushed against your cheek, even though his touch was torturously gentle. You’d expected him to pull away, to retreat from the bathroom entirely, or, at the very least, to move past your desperation for commitment like it was nothing. 

Instead, he lifted your chin until he could meet your eyes. His blue gaze was calm, his expression open and soft, and the way he looked at you settled something deep in your chest. 

“Ok,” Bucky said, before dropping a sweet kiss to your lips. “Ok.” 

Your heart was doing something…concerning in your chest. There was a fluttering feeling in your sternum and a swooping sensation in your belly that felt too much like hope. Meanwhile, your mind warred with itself, a part of you certain you hadn’t heard or understood Bucky correctly. 

For a long moment, you were silent, simply staring at Bucky in the neon blue light of the dive bar bathroom, trying to determine if he was serious. You were sure that if you waited long enough, a smirk would break across Bucky’s face and he’d tease you for thinking he would actually commit to you. 

But the seconds dragged on, and Bucky simply stared back at you, as if waiting patiently for your response. 

“What?” The question was all you could muster, but it seemed to be what Bucky expected because he grinned then, the expression blooming across his face and nearly stealing your breath. 

“I’ll be your boyfriend, baby,” Bucky purred, ducking forward and pressing a playful kiss to the corner of your lips, which were still parted in shock. 

Your heart fluttered at the kiss, hope taking flight in your chest before you could stop it. Still, you forced yourself to press your mouth closed, firming your lips into an unamused line. 

“Be serious, Bucky,” you said, an embarrassing note of pleading in your tone that you worked to cover up with anger. “You were clear from the start that you don’t do relationships.”

“I changed my mind,” he said, shrugging his shoulders easily, as if it was as simple as that. And maybe it was, but you still weren’t buying it.

“Men like you don’t change their minds,” you pointed out, narrowing your eyes at Bucky, looking for the lie in his face, but finding none. He looked perfectly genuine, which worried you even more. 

“I’ll go out there right now and tell the whole bar you’re my girlfriend,” Bucky said, ducking close and pressing a kiss to your cheek as if he couldn’t stop himself. His next words brushed against your soft, tingling skin. “The look on John fucking Walker’s face will be satisfying, don’t you think?”

At that comment, a sharp, caustic laugh fell from your lips and you shook your head as realization dawned over you. 

“Oh, I get it now,” you scoffed, shoving at Bucky’s shoulders until he leaned back enough to see the unamused glare on your face. “This is all because you don’t want me fucking John anymore, isn’t it? You don’t actually want me, you just don’t want me fucking him.”

Bucky planted his hands on the sink counter on either side of your hips, ducking down so he was at eye level with you and he tried to hold your gaze, but you refused. 

You were terrified he might see right through you—see that you were fucking terrified he was serious because it meant opening yourself up in a way you hadn’t in a very long time. 

“Hey—hey,” he murmured, chasing your gaze until he caught your eye. His expression was serious, more serious than you’d ever seen him, with emotions churning in his darkened gaze that had your heart fluttering in response. “This isn’t about John, or Sharon, this is about us. We have fun together, don’t we?” 

It was on the tip of your tongue to protest. There was no way this conversation could lead to anything but you getting your heart broken. Even if it turned out that Bucky was serious, and he was ready to commit, all relationships ended eventually. It was just a matter of hurting now versus hurting later.

But as you parted your lips to make a mean comment about how Bucky was nothing more than a bit of fun, he quirked his brow at you, giving you a stern look like he knew what you were going to say. 

You huffed an annoyed sound, rolling your eyes at how easily he could read you even as your heart warmed in your chest. Bucky knew you, and he still wanted you. Reluctantly, you gave your honest answer.

“Yeah, we have fun together.” 

“Thought so,” Bucky teased lightly. 

He ducked forward and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, a reward for your honesty, which made the corners of your mouth flicker in a smile. 

“When I met you, I didn’t think I’d ever meet anyone I’d want to be in a relationship with, but you proved me wrong, baby.”

Bucky’s words were soft and sweet, such a contrast to the dirty dive bar bathroom you sat in. But somehow, the moment felt perfect in its imperfections. Because it was Bucky, and it was you. 

Against your better judgement, your hands slid cautiously up Bucky’s hard chest, skimming up the sides of his neck so your palms cupped his handsome face. You stared into his blue gaze, watching the emotions flicker across the raging sea of his eyes—sincerity, affection and hope were all on display for you to see.

Your careful touch seemed to affect him, and he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat in such a way that you wanted to bite him, to show your own affection and fondness for him through a gentle act of violence. But you held still, holding your breath has he continued speaking. 

“I want you to be mine—all mine, only mine,” Bucky murmured, his voice low and pleading and so seductive, it almost felt like he was casting some sort of spell over you. “And I want to be yours—all yours, only yours.” 

Bucky wrapped his fingers loosely around one of your wrists, dragging your hand down from his face until your palm was pressed over the center of his chest. 

Beneath your fingertips, you could feel his heart beating fast, a little unsteady, and you realized he was just as nervous as you were.

“Whaddya say, baby? Be my girlfriend and let me be your boyfriend.”

The feeling of Bucky’s heart beating hard beneath his sternum, matching the panicked and excited thrumming in your chest, was the only thing keeping you grounded and reminding you this moment was real. It felt too good to be true.

Ever since you met Bucky and he’d been clear about his intentions to never commit, you’d kept a tight leash on your emotions. You hadn’t allowed him to act too possessive over you, to say things a situationship had no right saying, because you knew you could fall for him. 

Hell, a part of you already had, despite your best efforts. 

And now Bucky was willingly standing in front of you, offering to be your boyfriend, to catch you if you fell in love with him. You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you would be an idiot to say no to him. 

You were still scared, of course, and you were still certain you’d get your heart broken eventually. But looking at Bucky, at the handsome face that was so familiar and steadying, and seeing the hopeful curve of his smile, you couldn’t help but think it’d be worth it.

“Ok,” you said, your voice barely a whisper. 

Bucky went still, his breath catching like he barely dared to hope he’d heard you right. 

Swallowing against the fear still churning weakly in your gut, you tried again, your voice louder, stronger. “Ok, I’ll be your girlfriend.” 

A smile broke across Bucky’s face, as bright as the dawning sun, and your heart clenched at how handsome he looked. 

Had he always been so goddamned handsome? His blue eyes bright even in the neon light of the bathroom, crinkling at the sides from the sheer force of his happiness. His mouth looked far too enticing as he beamed at you.

A strangled sound, something between a huff and a groan, rumbled in Bucky’s throat, and then his hands were on you, cupping your face and dragging you in for a filthy, possessive kiss. 

You could feel his smile against your lips before he deepened the kiss, licking into your mouth and stealing the breath straight from you lungs until you were gasping and panting beneath him. Your heart was hammering in your chest as you kissed him back just as hard.

The kiss was overwhelming and wonderful and so fucking good that you couldn’t get enough. Your hands fisted in Bucky’s t-shirt, pulling him closer until there was barely any space between your bodies. It wasn’t close enough.

Shimmying to the edge of the counter, you wrapped your legs around Bucky’s hips, holding him between your thighs with his bulge pressed to your center, right where he belonged. 

Except, not really, because he belonged inside you.

Wrenching your lips from Bucky’s, you gasped for breath while he trailed nipping, hungry kisses down your neck. Your fingers tangled in his hair, the taste of mint from his mouth lingering on your tongue. 

Suddenly, you realized there was something you still needed to settle with your boyfriend before you could start begging for his cock.

“Now that you’re my boyfriend…” you began, panting as you were distracted by Bucky.

He was sucking on your skin, and his hips were thrusting into the cradle of your thighs, grinding his bulge against your pussy like he couldn’t get enough of you—couldn’t get enough of you calling him your boyfriend. You moaned helplessly, taking a moment to gather your thoughts before you continued. 

“No more saying you’re going to get me a drink,” you said, trying to sound stern despite how breathless you were. “And then leaving me all alone while you talk to Sharon fucking Carter.”

“Deal,” Bucky responded without hesitation, lifting his head and looking at you through heavy-lidded eyes, his pupils blown wide with desire. It only made him look hotter, and you had the wild impulse to take a picture of him just like this.

A smirk curled the edge of Bucky’s mouth like he knew exactly what you were thinking, then he ducked forward and sank his teeth into your plush lower lip, drawing a whimper from you. His big body shuddered at the sound, his cock twitching against your core.

“And now that you’re my girlfriend,” he rumbled against your lips, his words spilling directly onto your tongue. “If you’re cold, you ask me for my jacket—no more going to John fucking Walker just to make me jealous.”

You were nodding before he’d even finished his sentence, but at his final words, you huffed a pleased sound and licked teasingly into Bucky’s mouth. “So you were jealous,” you murmured, smugness clear in your voice and in the vicious smile on your face.

“Of course I was fucking jealous,” Bucky muttered, his hands skimming up your bare thighs and pushing beneath the hem of your dress to grope your hips, holding you in place while he rubbed against your drenched core. “But you were jealous, too, weren’t you, baby?” 

Leaning back on the sink counter until your shoulders nearly hit the mirror behind you, you stared into Bucky’s handsome face. His mouth was curved into a devastatingly self-satisfied smirk, like he already knew the answer to your question. 

It occurred to you to keep denying it, to tell Bucky that you weren’t jealous, but the truth was you were. You’d been jealous of how much of Bucky’s night Sharon was taking up, and you’d asked John for his jacket to make him feel a fraction of how you felt. 

“Fine, yes, I was jealous,” you admitted, rolling your eyes at Bucky. Then you turned a glare on him, your eyes narrowing at the victorious expression on his face. “But I was also furious that you were neglecting me, especially when I dressed up all slutty for you.” 

Your words prompted Bucky to rake his eyes appreciatively down your body. His heated gaze lingered on the way your tits bounced lightly with your breaths, then on the juncture of your thighs, your soaked panties on full display with the way your dress was rucked up. 

“You’re right, baby, that was fucking shitty of me,” Bucky rasped, his voice drenched in arousal as his gaze slowly made its way back up your body. “It won’t happen again,” he promised, staring into your eyes so you could see the honesty in his words.

“It better not,” you murmured, pouting up at him and making Bucky chuckle. He nipped your lip, making you moan, then soothed the sting away while you writhed against him.

“Good girl,” he purred against your mouth. “Now tell your boyfriend, is your pretty pussy feeling neglected, too? D’you need daddy to take care of you?”

Your clit throbbed and your pussy pulsed at the deep rumble of Bucky’s voice and you mewled pitifully, dragging Bucky even closer and nipping at his stubbled jaw. 

“Yes, daddy, my pussy is feeling sooo neglected,” you simpered. Lifting your legs and hooking them around Bucky’s waist, you crossed your ankles behind his back and held him trapped against your body. “I need your cock, Bucky, I need it so fucking bad, please.” 

“Baby, baby, baby,” Bucky crooned against your lips, his strong fingers digging into your hips possessively and toying with the edge of your panties. “It’s all yours. Take it out, stroke it, show my cock how much you want it inside you, splitting you open.”

“Fuck, Bucky,” you groaned, your pussy getting even wetter at his filthy words.

With one hand, you pulled him in for a deep, messy kiss while the other fumbled with his belt. It took you a moment to remember how belts work, then you were undoing it quickly and slipping the button of his jeans before pulling the zipper down. 

“Oh god, I’ve missed this cock,” you moaned, wrapping your fingers around Bucky’s stiff length and giving him an affectionate stroke. “Are you gonna fuck me with this cock, daddy? Gonna fill up your girlfriend’s pussy with every inch of this dick?”

“Fuck, yes, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his fingers hooking in the hem of your panties and yanking them down. 

You had to lift yourself up so he could drag them over your ass, and when he stepped back to pull them off your legs entirely, you whimpered at the loss of his cock against your pussy. 

Bucky chuckled as he stepped back between your legs, one hand stroking the soft skin of your thigh while the other held your panties up to is face. He took a deep inhale of your scent while you stroked his cock reverently, your slit dripping with desire as you watched his eyes go even more hazy at the smell of you.

“Fuck, somehow your pussy smells even sweeter now that you’re my girlfriend,” Bucky groaned, fixing a playful glare on you that had your heart beating a little harder in your chest. “Why is that?”

A sultry smirk spread across your face and you squeezed his cock affectionately, drawing a grunt from your boyfriend. “Because it’s yours now, daddy,” you purred, “all yours.”

“That’s right, it is.” Bucky shoved your panties into the back pocket of his jeans, a feral look in his eye as he grinned and spread your thighs even wider with his big hands. His fingers shamelessly groped your soft flesh while you gripped his cock and pressed the tip to your drenched pussy.

“Bucky,” you whined when he held himself back from thrusting forward. “Need you inside me, now.” 

Instead of indulging you, Bucky grabbed your wrist, pinning your hand down on John’s jacket beside your hip. Before you could even think, he’d done the same with your other hand, leaning close until your chests brushed, your nipples dragging against his soft t-shirt in a way that was both teasing and torturous, and his forehead dropped to yours.

“Is my girlfriend feeling needy?” he teased, his hips working between your spread thighs so his cock dragged against your sopping wet folds. You could feel every ridge, every vein of him, and it had you panting for him. “Is this pussy—my girlfriend’s pussy—craving my cock, huh?”

His voice was deep and patronizing, sending tingles of anticipation flooding through your body. A soft whine slipped from your lips, and you lifted your hips from the counter to grind against Bucky’s cock, but he only kept up his maddeningly slow thrusts against your wet, swollen cunt.

“It doesn’t matter that we’re in a dirty dive bar bathroom and your ex-fuck buddy’s jacket is under your ass, you’re a needy, cock-craving slut for daddy, aren’t you, baby?” 

“Oh fuck,” you moaned at Bucky’s filthy words. “Yes, yes, daddy, all for you, only a slut for you. Please, Bucky, gimme your cock, I need it, I need it so bad,” you babbled, trying to angle your hips to take him inside your clenching hole. 

Bucky’s fingers tangled with yours, curling in the soft leather of John’s jacket, which was getting damp from the arousal dripping from your hole. Precum was leaking from Bucky’s tip, joining the mess of juices slipping down your slit to your ass.

But you didn’t have the space in your mind to care or even think about how you were ruining John’s jacket, not when Bucky’s cock was wedged between your thighs, the hard length of him teasing your clit and wet hole. 

“Tell me this pussy belongs to me,” Bucky said through gritted teeth, his jaw flexing with his effort to hold back. When you looked up at him, his eyes flashed with a possessiveness that was so greedy and hot, it took your breath away. “Tell me you’re mine.” 

“It’s your pussy, daddy,” you cooed, pressing your body closer to his until your mouth brushed against the shell of his ear. You felt a shudder wrack through his body at just that gentle touch and couldn’t help but smirk even as you kept your voice soft and sweet. “I’m yours, Bucky, all yours.”

“Fuck yeah you are,” Bucky growled, untangling his fingers from yours to grab your hips as he pulled back and notched the tip of his cock at your entrance.

He gave you only the briefest of seconds to brace yourself, but you were more than wet and ready enough for him. In the next breath, Bucky slammed forward with a bitten off curse, burying the full length of his cock in your tight hole with one thrust. 

A loud, obscene moan spilled from your lips, your head tipping back as you reveled in the delicious stretch of Bucky’s cock filling you up. You were plenty wet, so he’d met no resistence when he’d pushed inside, but it still punched the air from your lungs to be filled so quickly and thoroughly. You could swear you could feel him in your guts. 

Your breaths were coming in gasps while Bucky’s hands on your hips pulled you closer, fitting your bodies together perfectly, his cock exactly where it belonged—inside you.

It felt so good, so right, that you couldn’t hold your tongue. 

“How’s it feel, Buck?” you asked, your words breathy and drenched in pleasure. “To be buried balls-deep in a cunt that belongs to you? Does it feel better, hotter, when your cock is being milked by the pussy of your girlfriend?”

“Fuck, it does,” Bucky groaned loudly, his head dropping to your shoulder as his hips jerked reflexively between your thighs, like he was trying to bury himself even deeper inside you. But he was already pressed against the very end of you, filling you up completely with his thick cock. 

You laughed at the tortured sounds Bucky was trying to muffle in your neck, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, fingers carding through his soft hair as you cooed patronizing sounds of sympathy in his ear. 

At the same time, you hitched your legs up and draped your thighs around his waist, heels dinging into his ass as you held him flush against your body.  

“That’s it, daddy, stay deep in your girlfriend’s cunt,” you murmured in his ear, pressing wet, suckling kisses to his neck and stubbled jaw, enjoying the little tremors of pleasure that reverberated through his big, strong body. “This is where you belong, Bucky, buried in my pussy, being such a good boyfriend and filling me up sooo perfectly.”

“Fuck, this was your plan all along, wasn’t it?” Bucky growled accusingly, more defeat than anger in his voice.

Before you could ask him what he was talking about, he began rocking his hips in little movements, grinding into you and stealing your breath from the pleasure that sparkled through your body. Desperate whimpers and soft moans fell from your lips as you clung to Bucky, trying to meet his thrusts but having to little leverage to do more than writhe. 

“You made me crave this cunt so much,” Bucky went on, fury seeping into his tone as his movements grew more brutal. 

His fingers dug harshly into your hips as he dragged you back and forth on the counter, like your pussy was nothing more than his personal fuck toy. It was hot and perfect and you never wanted him to stop. 

“You drove me fucking wild with how good you feel, just so I’d claim you and make you my girlfriend—that was your plan, wasn’t it, baby?”

There was something in Bucky’s voice, some raw emotion that had worry breaking through the pleasure coursing through your body. Leaning back, you grabbed Bucky’s face in both hands and held him still so you could look at him properly.

There was a guarded look in his eye, but the longer you stared, the more you saw what he was hiding—devastation, masked thinly with accusation. It was the only thing that kept you from laughing at his preposterous accusation.

“Bucky,” you said seriously, and his hips paused, his eyes staring at your mouth like he was hanging on your every word. “I may have worn John’s jacket to make you jealous, but I haven’t been…” You trailed off, trying to think of the right word, but only one seemed right. “Conspiring to get you to be my boyfriend.”

You stared at him, willing him to hear what you were saying. You knew Bucky had some trust issues—you didn’t need a psych degree to figure out that was the root of him not wanting to commit to one person—but he knew you and you hoped that meant he trusted you.

“You know me, Bucky,” you said softly, using your hands on his face to tilt it up until his eyes met yours. “You know I was fine with our arrangement. You know I like you, but I’m not going to conspire or beg you to be my boyfriend—I don’t beg like that.”

For a long moment, Bucky only stared back at you, his eyes skimming your face as if searching for the lie in the curve of your lips. You let him look, because you knew there was nothing for him to find, only your genuine, open honesty.

He must’ve figured that out, because he softened little by little, until a smirk slowly curled the edges of his mouth. 

“No, you don’t beg like that—you aren’t like that,” Bucky agreed, his voice low and rough. The guarded look was crumbling from his eyes, his blue gaze sparking with desire and need and something deeper than affection. 

Ducking forward, Bucky captured your lips in a brief, scorching kiss that left you breathless. You wanted to keep him close, but Bucky stood up straight, his fingers digging beneath your ass to hold you firmly on the edge of the counter, then pulled out until on the tip remained inside.

“You just beg for my cock, don’t you, baby,” he crooned in a teasing voice, his smirk blooming into a wide grin when you whimpered and squirmed, your heels digging into his ass as you tried to pull him back inside you. “You beg me to fuck you like no other man can, beg me to fill you up with my cum—that’s how you beg, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Yes, daddy, I’m a greedy little slut and I need your cock, Bucky, please,” you whined, squeezing your thighs around Bucky’s waist and trying to pull him closer, wailing softly when he wouldn’t budge. 

Bucky chuckled, dropping his head to your shoulder and latching his mouth onto the swell of your breast. He sucked on your skin so hard, you half expected him to leave a huge mark on your body. And you liked it. 

He was no doubt leaving a hickey behind while his breath ghosted across your tits, making your nipples pucker and ache for attention. And all you could do was moan and writhe in pleasure, your fingers twisted in his soft hair as you clung to his strong, steady form.

“That’s a good start, baby,” Bucky rumbled condescendingly into your skin, moving to your other breast and beginning to suck a mark into your skin there. Then, he was slamming inside you again, sheathing his cock deep in your tight cunt.

A pleasured scream tore from your lips, bouncing off the tiled walls of the dive bar bathroom, and your thoughts scattered across the dingy floor. It felt so good, and you were so full, stretched around his fat cock, that all you could do was cry and whimper, your hands clinging to Bucky wherever you could reach while he fucked you on the counter. 

“That’s it, baby, let me hear you—let me hear how good your boyfriend fucks you,” Bucky growled into your tits, one of his hands leaving your ass to grope your soft mounds, fingers pinching your nipples harshly and turning you into a sobbing mess. “Fuck, you feel so good, you feel so much better now that you’re all fucking mine.”

“All yours,” you moaned mindlessly, rocking your hips on the counter to meet his thrusts, delighting in the perfect way he fucked you—hard and fast. Blistering pleasure was coursing through your body, sending you careening toward your release even as you whimpered pitifully, hoping the ecstasy you felt would never end. 

Your fingers curled in Bucky’s soft brown hair and you dragged him to your mouth for a messy, filthy kiss filled with possessiveness and affection and so much more emotion that it made your head spin. When your lips parted, you held Bucky close, your heavy breaths spilling into the minuscule space between your bodies.

“You feel better, too,” you admitted in a panting, breathless voice. Your pussy clenched around Bucky’s cock and he grunted, rutting into you even harder. “You feel so big, daddy, so perfect filling me up. Fuck, I can’t get enough of your cock, Bucky.”

A ruthless slash of a smirk spread across Bucky’s face and his hands dug beneath your ass to hold you right where he wanted you, fucking into your tight hole with a purposeful brutality as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge of your release.

“Now that you’re mine, and this pussy belongs to me, I’m gonna keep you on my cock all the time, baby,” Bucky rumbled, his words filthy and intense in a way that made your pleasure surge higher as he continued.

“I’m gonna make you my perfect little cock sleeve, use your slutty cunt and mouth to keep me warm and get me off whenever I want, and you’re gonna be a good slut for me, aren’t you? Because you’re my girlfriend, huh?”

“Oh fuck, yes, Bucky, use me, use my holes to make you feel good—any time, anywhere. I’ll do anything for you, daddy,” you babbled, the words spilling from your lips as easy as the arousal leaking from your pussy. “Please, Bucky, I’m your girlfriend, I’m your slut, I’m yours.”

“Mine,” Bucky growled, rutting into you, his cock spearing deep into your cunt and hitting a spot that had you seeing stars. You were so far gone, you nearly missed his next words. “And I’m yours, baby, all yours.”

His voice was soft and sweet and your pussy throbbed at the affection in his tone. He hadn’t said the ‘L’ word, but based on the way your body reacted, he might as well have. 

Your heart surged with the same emotion, the one you weren’t ready to name, but you could show him and say it another way. Wrapping your hands around the back of Bucky’s neck, you dragged him close for a messy, perfect kiss.

“Mine,” you echoed, claiming him as yours. “You’re all mine, Bucky Barnes.”

Bucky slammed deep inside you, his cock twitching at your words and he groaned, clenching his jaw through a bitten off curse. 

“Fuck, ya gotta cum for me, baby,” Bucky rasped, a thread of desperation in his tone. 

His thrusts grew more frenzied, grinding his hips into your soft, swollen pussy so your clit rubbed against the base of his cock while he fucked you in short strokes, barely pulling out.

“Cum on your boyfriend’s cock,” he urged, his hand sliding around your body so his thumb could slip between your soaked folds and rub your clit. “Show me how much you love getting fucked by your boyfriend, baby, c’mon, cum on daddy’s cock.”

“Fuck, Bucky, Bucky, Bucky,” you cried, chanting his name as he sent you flailing over the edge. Pleasure crashed over your body, a scream of bliss tearing from your lips. You trembled and shook in Bucky’s arms as you came on his cock, your pussy squeezing tight around his stiff length while your legs hugged his waist desperately.

“Good girl, baby, good girl—such a good girlfriend, cumming so hard on your boyfriend’s cock,” Bucky mumbled, burying himself to the hilt in your pussy and moaning into your neck while he followed you over the edge. His teeth raked over your skin, sinking in briefly as he grunted his pleasure against your throat.

You felt him twitch and throb inside you as he pumped you full of cum, but after just a few strokes, Bucky was pulling out and fisting the base of his cock. The rest of his cum spilled across your swollen, aching pussy, his eyes going dark and possessive as he watched his creamy seed make a mess of you.

It was enough to make your pussy pulse greedily, some of his cum leaking from your hole. Watching Bucky mark you with his cum was hot as hell and you were suddenly craving another round of his cock filling you up, fucking his cum deeper into you.

Bucky groaned as he milked the last drop from his cock and then he was using his hands to rub his cum into your skin, making an even bigger mess as he spread your combined juices around your cunt. 

Then he was tucking himself away and zipping up his jeans, pulling out his phone. He took a few photos of your body splayed out on top of John’s jacket on the sinks in the dive bar bathroom, Bucky’s cum and your own wetness glistening between your spread thighs. A lazy smile curled your lips and you grinned up at the camera for Bucky.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” Bucky murmured once he was satisfied, a devious smirk on his face. 

Before you could figure out what he was doing, Bucky grabbed the bottom of John’s jacket and he used the soft leather to clean his cum and your wetness from your well-used pussy. A shiver raced down your spine at the feel of it.

It was so filthy, and so fucking toxic for your boyfriend to use your ex-situationship’s jacket to clean you up, but that only turned you on even more. Renewed desire leaked from your slit, ruining John’s jacket even more.

Moaning while Bucky cleaned you up, you rocked your hips against his hand through the jacket, rubbing your messy pussy against the leather and helping your boyfriend ruin it with your juices. It might’ve been the worst thing you’d ever done to a guy, but you couldn’t stop yourself. 

Bucky chuckled, catching your eye and the two of you shared an evil smile. No words needed to be said, both of you were getting off on ruining the leather jacket that belonged to John fucking Walker, and your heart fluttered in your chest at just how perfect Bucky was for you.

Curling your fingers around the back of his neck, you dragged Bucky in for a messy, filthy kiss that was all nipping teeth and searching tongues. But as the kiss went on, it turned soft and sweet. By the time you pulled away, you and Bucky were both grinning at each other, your hearts in your eyes.

In that moment, you really, finally believed that a relationship between the two of you could actually work. Bucky Barnes was like no other man you’d ever met, and you had a sneaking suspicion that was exactly what you needed, just like you were exactly what he needed. 

Before Bucky helped you right yourself, he snapped a few more photos of you on top of John’s ruined leather jacket. A deeply satisfied smile curved your lips as you lay back on the counter, your thighs splayed open, your dress pushed up down and pulled down so your tits and cunt were on full display. 

When he was satisfied, he passed the phone to you so you could see the photos. 

While you looked hot in all of them, you couldn’t help but stare at the expression on Bucky’s face in the mirror. His blue eyes were bright and possessive even in the dim neon light of the bathroom, his mouth curved into a greedy, hungry grin. 

You sent your favorites to yourself, then gave the phone back to Bucky, who dropped a kiss to your lips that sent a delightful little spark of excitement through your heart. 

Bucky helped you down from the sink counter and tugged off his jacket while you righted your dress. Then he draped the canvas jacket around your shoulders and you slit your arms in the sleeves and hugged it close as he redid his belt. It was so much more comfortable and better fitting than John’s jacket.

Turning your face into the collar, you breathed deeply. Bucky’s scent filled your senses and settled something deep inside you. Your exhale was a sigh of relief. With Bucky’s cum still leaking out of your pussy and his jacket wrapped around your shoulders, everything felt right. 

Your eyes fluttered open and you caught Bucky watching you, a small smile curving the corners of his mouth, and a not-so-small amount of affection burning in his gaze. You had half a mind to throw yourself at your boyfriend and fuck him again in the dirty dive bar bathroom—but the unhappy knocking on the door stopped you.

Bucky wrapped his arm possessively around your waist, his other hand grabbing John’s jacket before unlocking the bathroom door and kicking the trash can out of the way.

The two of you strode out into the hallway with your heads held high. Neither of you were ashamed that it was clear what you’d been doing in the bathroom. After all, you were just having some fun with your boyfriend, and Bucky had been having some fun with his girlfriend.

When you approached the table filled with Bucky’s friends, he tossed the leather jacket to John in such a way that the ruined part of the leather wasn’t immediately obvious. 

John seemed a bit more sober as he caught the jacket, a confused frown pulling at the edges of his mouth. He looked up to find you tucked into Bucky’s side, wearing Bucky’s jacket, and his face immediately soured. 

The look in John’s eyes only grew more mutinous when he noticed the freshly fucked, very satisfied smile on your face. 

Idly, you wondered if John noticed that the expression on your face was nothing like how you looked after he’d fucked you. But then you remembered it didn’t matter. 

John Walker would never fuck you again—and you didn’t want or need him to. Not when Bucky Barnes was your boyfriend.

Suddenly, it dawned on you that Bucky could go back on his word. 

He’d said he was willing to tell all his friends that you were his girlfriend, but that had been while you’d been alone and he’d been trying to get into your pussy. Would he keep his word now that he was faced with all his friends?

Thankfully, Bucky didn’t leave you hanging in uncertainty for very long.

“You’re gonna wanna get that dry-cleaned, Walker,” Bucky said casually, tugging you even closer to his side, his hand splaying wide and possessively over your hip. 

Everyone else at the table was silent, shamelessly watching the interaction between Bucky and John. Meanwhile, John’s eyes bounced between you and his so-called friend, confusion creasing his brow. But before he could speak, Bucky was clapping his free hand on John’s shoulder, shooting him an arrogant smirk.

“You can send me the bill.” Then Bucky leaned into John, as if to tell him something in confidence, but kept his voice loud so the whole table could hear. “And I want you to be the first to know, my girl’s officially done with you.”

Bucky pulled you around to his front, and you tipped your head back so he could press a kiss to your lips. In front of all his friends, Bucky slipped his tongue into your mouth, kissing you deeply, possessively, before turning back to John.

“She’s my girlfriend now, so lose her fucking number.”

At Bucky’s declaration, John’s face crumpled in disappointment and devastation. A very small part of you felt bad for him, but then you remembered how he’d treated you earlier that evening, how he was a little too pushy, and even that small bit of pity evaporated. 

When John looked at you, you gave him a remorseless shrug and turned your attention to Bucky, effectively dismissing your ex-fuck buddy. Looking at Bucky, you couldn’t help but smile at how much happier you were with him than you’d ever been in John’s presence. 

“You still owe me a drink, boyfriend,” you murmured teasingly, reaching up and raking your nails over his scruffy jaw, turning his face to look at you.

A huge grin spread across Bucky’s face and he tugged you impossibly closer, until your body was plastered against his and wrapped around him to a nearly obscene extent. 

“You’re right, baby, let’s go,” he murmured, kissing you again with an indecent amount of tongue, before tugging you away from the table and leading you to the bar. 

You practically collapsed against Bucky’s chest as you walked, snickering at the look on John’s face while Bucky muffled his own laughter in your hair. It was only his arm wrapped firmly around your waist that kept you upright as you maneuvered through the other tables and chairs.

Halfway to the bar, you heard a disgusted shout behind you. Both you and Bucky stopped to look back at the table you’d just left.

John was standing up, holding his jacket at arm’s length, his eyes staring at the parts of the garment that Bucky had used to clean you up. John held his hand to his mouth, pressing against his lips like he was trying to stop himself from being sick.

It took every ounce of your self-control not to tip your head back and cackle your amusement for the entire bar to hear. Instead, you buried your face in Bucky’s shoulder, and let your mirth spill out of you in muffled snorts and giggles. 

For his part, your boyfriend was doing his best to stifle his laughter as well, his fist pressed to his mouth and his teeth sinking into his finger to bite back his evil amusement. Together, you held each other up as your bodies shook with your barely restrained laughter. 

“Did that make you feel better?” you asked, your voice still shaking with mirth as you collected yourself and began heading toward the bar again, Bucky’s hand never leaving your waist as he trailed behind you. 

You found an open spot between a couple groups and leaned a hip against the sturdy bartop, facing Bucky as he slid in beside you.

Before responding, Bucky flagged down the bartender, a different one from earlier, who made quick work of taking his order. Bucky asked for a beer for himself, and the drink you’d asked him for when you’d first gotten to the dive bar. Then he waited until the bartender moved away before answering your question. 

“It did,” Bucky said smugly, his hands falling to your hips and pulling your soft body flush against his hard chest. His arms wrapped around your waist beneath his jacket, fingers idly stroking your spine through your dress.

You’d just circled your arms around Bucky’s shoulders and were leaning in for a kiss when movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention.

John Walker stormed past, throwing a glare at Bucky before making a show of forcing his jacket into the garbage can by the door and shoving outside. He left in a huff, Lemar Hoskins following on his heels to make sure he got home safe. 

Once they were gone, you tipped your head back and finally let out your evil cackle, tears gathering in your eyes while Bucky laughed just as loudly. 

The sound of his callous triumph reverberated through you everywhere you were pressed together, and it sent tingles of pleasure spiraling through your body. 

Suddenly, you were very aware that you were no longer wearing panties—since they were still tucked into Bucky’s back pocket—and you could feel your desire leaking from your slit. You pressed your thighs together to try to stop it from dripping any further. 

Bucky caught your eye as you both calmed down, and something seemed to pass between the two of you—an understanding, an acceptance of even the worst parts of yourselves. Not for the first time, you thought that Bucky was like no other man you’d ever met, and you were excited to see what havoc you could wreak on the world. Together.

The meaningful moment you were sharing with Bucky was cut too short when Sharon fucking Carter appeared at your boyfriend’s shoulder, her fingers curling around his bare bicep to get his attention. 

Your gaze zeroed in on where Sharon was touching your man, a red haze of fury falling over your vision as you tensed, your arms wrapping more tightly around Bucky’s neck. 

“Hey Buck, we got cut off earlier. I didn’t get to finish telling you about the ridiculous project Ross has me working on,” Sharon said, seemingly oblivious of the way you and Bucky were wrapped around each other. 

Just then, the bartender returned with your drinks, and Bucky used the opportunity to shake off Sharon’s hand. Turning to the bar, he slid some bills across the hardwood then grabbed your drink and handed it to you before picking up his beer.

“Not now, Sharon, I’m with my girlfriend,” Bucky said dismissively, his eyes never leaving your face as he watched you take a sip of your drink. “And for future reference, I don’t give a shit about any projects Ross has you working on, or whether Nat’s giving you a hard time. Bother Sam with your bullshit.” 

You took another sip of your drink, that time hiding your evil smile as Sharon huffed in annoyance. But when Bucky only kept his attention fixed firmly on you, she whirled around and walked away, taking her annoying, grating voice with her. 

A sense of satisfaction spread warmly in your chest and you moved your drink out of the way so you could grin up at your boyfriend. Pushing yourself against his chest, you captured his lips in a kiss, licking into his mouth in reward for sending Sharon Carter away.

“How about you, baby, did that make you feel better?” Bucky murmured in your ear before pulling away to take a sip of his beer, watching you the whole time. 

It was intoxicating to have Bucky’s full attention, to know that he was your boyfriend and you were his girlfriend, and you didn’t need to suffer through the company of John Walker or Sharon Carter anymore. That realization was so delightful, you almost forgot to answer Bucky’s question.

“It did,” you said, letting Bucky see your evil smirk before you leaned in and pressed another kiss to his mouth. You trailed kisses along his jaw until your lips were close to his ear. “Finish your drink fast, I want you to take me home and fuck me like no other man can, Bucky.”

You could feel Bucky’s bulge grow against your soft belly, but he only chuckled at your words. Then he led you back to the table and sat down with his friends, holding you close with his arm around your shoulders and his legs tangled with yours as you enjoyed the company of his friends for a little while.

When he finished his beer and you’d downed the last of your drink, you and Bucky said goodbye to his friends and he took you back to his place. There, he fucked you again, like no other man ever had, claiming you as his girlfriend while you claimed him as your boyfriend. Finally.

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could u pls write a fic/blurb of virgin spencer having fantasies of being dominant 🩷 btw live ur work!!!

my first orgasm goes to you! ♡

cw; +18 content, minors dni!!, watching of p0rn, bondage, dom and sub dynamics, spencer’s livid mind, imagining of spanking, male masturbation (spencer), dirty talking (he talks to himself while he thinks of you)…

okay… so spencer doesn’t know how he’s gotten into this situation.

he’s not one to… indulge in this kind of activities.

intelligence is correlated with sexual desire. most evidence indicates a negative correlation between intelligence and sexual activity. researchers find that higher intelligence is associated with a delay in the initiation of a wide range of partnered sexual activities, from holding hands to sexual intercourse —that’s why he was still a virgin— . statistically though, scientists have discovered that, the higher the sex drive of the individual.

but spencer could probably count the times he has masturbated in his 25 years of life with one hand. he just… didn’t get the need.

well, that was a lie. there was obviously a need. a physical one. he, like any other man, woke up with morning wood every morning. but there wasn’t a… psychological one. he had never… fallen in love. sure. he could find beauty in a woman. even a man. but… he just didn’t…

couldn’t finish.

he had tried. made research. tried again…

and when he couldn’t make it. he would gave up.

spencer reid has never had an orgasm.

until today.

after trying pretty much everything. he tried the thing he wished he’d never have to use: porn.

just a few clicks and he was into one of the million of pages for it. and there was a lot of… content. a lot of options in which you could choose from.

but one video caught his attention. it was about dom/sub dynamics, and a little bit of bondage. he had informed himself about them, and curiosity won as he clicked on it.

his eyes widened when the view of a beautiful —and completely naked— woman caught his eyes. her wrists were tied to the posts of the bed in which she was laying, cries and mewls leaving her lips along with some ‘stop’s and ‘it’s too much!’s. in between her thighs, a man of his complexion —although spencer was more skinny, lean, but skinny—, laid, devouring her cunt as if he were starved, arms keeping her pinned, still, as the woman tried to scape from the pleasure and overstimulation, hips jerking against the man’s face, thighs shaking, tears streaking down her face.

but what really did it for spencer was not the sight, it was the fact that the woman looked like you. same hair and eye color, same complexion, same full lips… if he took off his glasses he could…

no. that was wrong.

you were his coworker.

it didn’t matter if he’s had the biggest crush on you since you had joined the team a year ago, or that he was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with everything that made you… you.

he had never fantasized about you. well, he had. how couldn’t he, you were beautiful, and smart, and kind, and… and he couldn’t control his subconscious mind while being asleep or what he would dream of. so of course he had had wet dreams about you.

but he had never touched himself with you in mind. he believed that you didn’t deserve to be objectified like that.

so he wouldn’t.

he tried and focus on the video. on the moans, on the groans and touches. and it worked. he was hard. he teased himself over his slacks, slowly, a breath leaving his lungs before pulling down the zipper and pulling down his pants and underwear, releasing his semi and taking it in his hand with a sigh.

he focused on the video, cheeks reddening at the embarrassment he felt for be doing this. but he had to try.

slowly, he started to jerk his cock, long drawn out faps from the tip to the root. he moaned as he played with the sensitive and weeping slit on the head, before continuing.

but after minutes and minutes of trying, his high wouldn’t come. he groaned and stopped. of course it wouldn’t come.

a flash of you passed through his mind and thoughts of you in the position of the woman in the screen, with him being in between your thighs, making you feel good, making you feel so good you couldn’t take it. but he would make you take it.

his cock twitched, and he groaned as he started moving his hand right back up. he was just so desperate to cum. it hurt. and he just couldn’t not think about you. he did all the time. also. you wouldn’t know right? it would just be this one time.

he took off his glasses, and went back to the video, where now the man was pushing up and in between his thighs, pulling a scream from the woman when he thrusted inside her, fast and hard.

spencer’s pupils were blown, his breathing ragged. it’s as if he could see you, see him. fucking you just like that man was fucking the woman. pounding into her swollen, overstimulated and squelching cunt over and over again, pulling his legs up against her chest in a mating press, reaching so deep he was on her cervix.

‘i can’t please. i can’t! it’s too much!’

spencer whimpered, going faster, hearing the woman cry. would you cry too? would you beg him to stop? would you beg him for more? how would you sound moaning his name? screaming it?

“fuck.”

please spencer, i can’t take it anymore, it’s too much!!!

he could almost hear it. your sweet voice lost in pleasure. could feel your plush soft skin under his fingertips as he’ll spank your thigh, taste the salt on your skin as he’d suck on your neck and chest.

“take it. fucking take it. you know you want it. you know you want this cock.”

he got lost in the moment, pretending with his eyes closed that the moans of the woman were your moans, moving his hand at the punishing ruthless rhythm the man fucked her.

jesus, this felt good…

more spencer, give me more!

“you want more?”

yes, please, please spencer, fuck me more, fuck me harder!

“holy fuck. yeah, i’ll fuck you harder.” his fist moved faster up and down his cock, slicked in his precum. “i’ll fuck you so hard you’ll have a hard time walking for days.” he tightened his hold. “fuuuuuck.” he moaned your name. “you’re so tight. so perfect for me. taking it so well… you were made for this. for taking my cock, hm?”

yes, yes, only for you spencer… i want you to cum inside. please cum inside. breed me, spence.

he groaned, his eyes rolling, a new unknown tight feeling growing in his lower stomach, his dick leaking and twitching like crazy.

“you want me to cum inside? inside this pretty little cunt? want me to breed you? leave you full and dripping?”

he could picture you, nodding, babbling, pleading.

“then take it. take my fucking cum. gonna fuck it so deep… right into your womb. fuck. take it take it take it!”

and with a last moan, his world was breaking up, vision whitening, whole body spasming as thick heavy loads of creamy white cum shot out of his cock, making a mess out of his wooly vest and hand. he was moaning, groaning and gasping, continuing to move his hand through his high, until nothing else was coming out. the video had ended long ago.

he looked up at his blurry ceiling. and groaned.

fuck.

he had just had his ever first orgasm.

and the reason had been you.

@cafekitsune ‘s separators!

@kittyisick ty for your support angel, hope you like it!💋