(read part one) His jaw locks while you grind yourself shamelessly against the calluses of his hand. “No,” he bites out, just beneath a controlled growl. “I don’t. I think you’re a tease, borderline brat who has no idea what it’s like to be provoked to the verge of insanity.” The corner of his mouth twists up sardonically, a cruel promise in the expression that has your stomach clenching in arousal. “But you will.”
part two of two. in which you watch your best friend’s father masturbate, and he catches you. (includes best friend’s father!bucky x you, age gap mention, choking, daddy kink by request of kat @angel-fire, dirty talk, orgasm denial, reader receiving oral, dirty talk, unprotected sex, mild exhibionism.)
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His hand wraps around your throat, and the snug grip shuts you up immediately. His thumb presses into your pulse, feeling the increasingly quick thumps, while your eyes clash with his, a mutual dark dilation in shared desire. The attraction in your glare is unmistakable, goading even, and that’s all the confirmation necessary.
“You… you’ve been testing me since the first moment you walked through the door,” he breathes out raggedly. “And I convinced myself I was crazy, that I was wrong for having these fantasies about my daughter’s best friend, but this was your whole game. Doing anything and everything to make sure all I could think about was getting in between these soft thighs of yours.”
With his free hand, he roughly yanks one of your knees apart and ruffles your skimpy dress to palm your bare, dripping mound. A squeak vibrates through your vocal cords when his texturized pad comes into contact with your aching flesh, and your body instinctively bucks into the caress. Consequently, he tightens his fingertips around your neck, pinning you helplessly against the bed as he dips in your liquid lust.
“Sh - shit,” you moan. “Mr. B - Barnes—”
“You’re soaking my blankets, and I’m about to be knuckle deep inside you. Don’t you think it’s time to drop the formalities?” His three digits strum over your clit, making your spine arch in a desperate attempt for more stimulation, but that grip around your throat doesn’t lessen. “Don’t you think it’s time to drop the good girl act when I’ve already caught you to be everything but?”
Your doe eyes flash into his, and your teeth rake over your bottom lip before insisting with a whimper, “I am a good girl.” Widening your legs, you rock your hips into his caress as if to beckon and charm him into your wishes. “Don’t you think so, daddy?”
