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I love writing about men who are so in love with their girls that it makes them a little feral, even a little stupid sometimes. And I think that's going to be my overarching theme for the summer 🙂↕️
Summary: You and Bucky are best friends. Sure, you’ve hooked up a couple of times, but what Bucky has in mind is crazy. Can you really go through with it?
Word count: 1,6 K
Warnings: SMUT - minors DNI, A little fluff, oral (f receive), sex toy, p in v, overstimulation.
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“What!?” You look at Bucky, eyes wide, confusion written all over your face. You look at him in silence, then your eyes drop to the little pink box in his hands.
“No, I’m not doing that.”
A fake pout takes over Bucky’s face.
“Please, pretty pretty PLEASE!” he whines loudly.
You can’t help but giggle at his behavior, the whole situation so ridiculous.
2 hours later…
You enter the party. Bucky’s close friend Steve Rogers is throwing a party. It’s like any party: people making out in the corners, sweaty bodies grinding and dancing with each other. You scan the room looking for Bucky’s tall figure, but there are too many people and it’s too dark. You go towards the tiny light shining from the kitchen, your eyes locked on the free alcohol. Quickly looking for the strongest percent of alcohol, you grab a cup and pour yourself a drink all the way to the top.
This is going to be a long night.
Just as your lips touch the cup, you feel two big hands wrap around your hips, and you hear a sweet, dark voice say your name. A small smile paints your face.
“Hi, Thor.”
You turn around. Putting down your drink, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, sweetie.”
His eyes rake over your body, appreciating every curve. His eyes meet yours, and it’s easy to know what’s on his mind.
“You know I’m always just a call away,” he says in a low voice, gripping your hips a little harder while pushing his body into yours.
You can’t help but get a little horny. Yes, he’s your ex, and you would always fight, then have amazing makeup sex, but you just weren’t meant for each other.
You liked someone else…
Just as you were thinking of Bucky, he appears at your side, pulling you away from Thor. Bucky gives Thor a fake smile, knowing about your past relationship. A smile appears on Thor’s lips.
“It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”
You give him a little smile before grabbing your drink. Bucky drags you away to a small gathering of his friends; Natasha, Steve, and Sam. They’re sitting in a man cave of some sort, quite nice, actually. You sit closely to Bucky, feeling his warmth at your side.
As you all socialize, the tingling of the drinks starts to set in. All the anxiety about embarrassing yourself starts to wash away. You start to relax against Bucky. That’s when you feel it… a slow vibration through your body. You press your legs together, looking at Bucky quickly. He smiles at you.
If you’re being honest, this has always been a dirty dream of yours: sitting with your friends and no one knowing you have a small Bluetooth-driven vibrator inside you, the dirty secret only you and the person controlling it knows.
Bucky whispers into your ear,
“Does it feel good?”
You giggle, taking him aback. Then you lean in, whispering,
“Make it stronger.”
Bucky can’t help but get even harder , he’s been hard since the moment he saw you in your tight little dress. He does as you ask, and you regret having so much confidence. The vibration is so strong, you have a hard time sitting still, your juices drenching your red lace underwear. Your breath gets heavier, and Steve looks at you, concerned.
“Um? Are you okay, Y/N?”
Hearing your name, you snap back to reality, thinking Bucky will have mercy. You expect him to turn down the vibrations,but god, were you wrong. Somehow, the vibrations get stronger. Trying not to moan out loud as everyone’s eyes are on you, you swallow thickly, grabbing Bucky’s leg hard, pressing your nails in, hoping to inflict some sort of pain to stop him.
“Y/N,” Steve calls your name,damn, how long were you quiet for?
That’s when Bucky puts down his phone and says,
“You’re right, Steve. She doesn’t look so good. Should probably take her home, right Y/N?”
Everyone’s eyes are once again on you. Your orgasm seconds away, you moan out loud. Concerned looks are trained at you.
“No, I just need some water. Drank one too many,” you let out a soft laugh.
Everyone calms down, nods and okays flowing through the room.
“I’ll take her and get some water,” Steve offers, but before he can even rise from his seat, Bucky’s already standing up, helping you stand. When he hears your breathing becoming quicker, he takes out his phone and turns off the vibrations.
You can’t help but get a little annoyed, so close! Your walls tightly grip the small egg. He takes you up the stairs to Steve’s room, your legs weak. He lays you in the bed, drunk and so horny you have a hard time making up real sentences, babbling out small words and giggles.
“So weeeetttt! Want cock!”
You say the last part in a stern voice. Bucky looks at you with dark eyes, the look that always makes your pussy pulse like crazy. You turn and crawl up the bed, your short dress riding up, giving him a show of your soaked panties. You hear him work his belt, whispering,
“Fuck.”
As your face falls flat against the bed, ass in the air, you wiggle with help of your hands out of your underwear, doing it slowly, teasing him. Halfway down your legs, you turn around so you’re on your back so you can properly take them off, teasingly throwing them at him.
And then, you feel it again. The vibrator, fast and strong, making you bite your lip hard. Bucky stuffs your underwear in his pants pocket before removing his shirt and pants, left in his boxers, tight, showing off his huge length.
Your hand travels down your body. You spread your legs, quickly circling your pulsing clit. A strong hand grabs your hand, making you whine from the loss of stimulation.
“Bucky, please, wanna cum!”
Bucky makes you sit up and helps you out of your dress, letting your boobs free. He can’t help but stare at you.
“Fuck, you look so good. I’ll take care of you.”
He settles between your legs, bringing his hard cock against your wet folds, and the contact makes you buckle your hips against him. He kisses your neck, making his way down your body, hot to the touch. So close to your high, you press his head down, wanting his mouth on you. Without complaint, he complies, sucking on your clit, his hand twisting your hard nipple, making you feel euphoric.
And just then, just there, he pulls out the egg and his mouth from you. your beating bundle of nerves screaming for his mouth. Without time to get upset, he pushes the vibrating egg against your throbbing clit, making you moan out loud. He takes out his cock, leaking with precum, and without preparation, thrusts hard into your wet awaiting hole, making you gasp as he thrusts hard into you, circling the vibrator around your clit.
He says one word:
“Now.”
And as if on command, you cum on his length, your walls gripping him so hard he can barely move. He pushes deep inside you and takes his phone from the night table and turns off the egg. He puts it down and looks at your blissed-out face . He gives you a sweet kiss.
“Baby, we’re not done.”
A little terrified but even more needy, you grind against him, making him pull out and quickly turn you on your stomach. His big hands holding your hips as he takes his cock and slowly presses into you, savoring the moment.
Thinking he would take it slow was wrong, he’s all the way in, there’s no stopping him, fucking you hard, the bed’s shaking. You feel him in your stomach, it hurts so good. Your fingers digging into the bedsheets, your juices dripping on the mattress. He smacks your ass hard, making you even wetter.
“Dirty girl, so good for me,” he says in a low voice, making you whine out for him.
He leans down, slowing down, still thrusting deeply into you. He kisses your shoulder, whispering into your ear:
“You know I love you, right?”
As you register his words, you say,
“Let me be on top.”
He smiles, kissing your cheek. He pulls out, smacking your ass extra hard this time. You push him down against the bed, a surprised look on his face. You straddle him, grabbing his length and sliding the tip through your wet folds, pressing it against your puffy clit. You slowly sink down and start to grind forward.
It feels incredible.
He grabs your chest, pinching your nipples hard, making you go faster, but not fast enough. He grabs your hips and starts to thrust up into you. Your eyes roll back and you almost scream.
Your second orgasm washes over you. Sensitive everywhere, everything feels so intense. But Bucky doesn’t stop, fucking you even harder.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum so deep in you, princess.”
You can’t help but grind into his deep thrusts. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep growl. As you feel him filling you up, you grind softly, making him moan softly.
You like having him inside you.
You lean down and kiss him softly, eyes closed, lips so close.. you whisper,
Summary: You and Bucky are best friends. Sure, you’ve hooked up a couple of times, but what Bucky has in mind is crazy. Can you really go through with it?
Word count: 1,6 K
Warnings: SMUT - minors DNI, A little fluff, oral (f receive), sex toy, p in v, overstimulation.
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“What!?” You look at Bucky, eyes wide, confusion written all over your face. You look at him in silence, then your eyes drop to the little pink box in his hands.
“No, I’m not doing that.”
A fake pout takes over Bucky’s face.
“Please, pretty pretty PLEASE!” he whines loudly.
You can’t help but giggle at his behavior, the whole situation so ridiculous.
2 hours later…
You enter the party. Bucky’s close friend Steve Rogers is throwing a party. It’s like any party: people making out in the corners, sweaty bodies grinding and dancing with each other. You scan the room looking for Bucky’s tall figure, but there are too many people and it’s too dark. You go towards the tiny light shining from the kitchen, your eyes locked on the free alcohol. Quickly looking for the strongest percent of alcohol, you grab a cup and pour yourself a drink all the way to the top.
This is going to be a long night.
Just as your lips touch the cup, you feel two big hands wrap around your hips, and you hear a sweet, dark voice say your name. A small smile paints your face.
“Hi, Thor.”
You turn around. Putting down your drink, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, sweetie.”
His eyes rake over your body, appreciating every curve. His eyes meet yours, and it’s easy to know what’s on his mind.
“You know I’m always just a call away,” he says in a low voice, gripping your hips a little harder while pushing his body into yours.
You can’t help but get a little horny. Yes, he’s your ex, and you would always fight, then have amazing makeup sex, but you just weren’t meant for each other.
You liked someone else…
Just as you were thinking of Bucky, he appears at your side, pulling you away from Thor. Bucky gives Thor a fake smile, knowing about your past relationship. A smile appears on Thor’s lips.
“It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”
You give him a little smile before grabbing your drink. Bucky drags you away to a small gathering of his friends; Natasha, Steve, and Sam. They’re sitting in a man cave of some sort, quite nice, actually. You sit closely to Bucky, feeling his warmth at your side.
As you all socialize, the tingling of the drinks starts to set in. All the anxiety about embarrassing yourself starts to wash away. You start to relax against Bucky. That’s when you feel it… a slow vibration through your body. You press your legs together, looking at Bucky quickly. He smiles at you.
If you’re being honest, this has always been a dirty dream of yours: sitting with your friends and no one knowing you have a small Bluetooth-driven vibrator inside you, the dirty secret only you and the person controlling it knows.
Bucky whispers into your ear,
“Does it feel good?”
You giggle, taking him aback. Then you lean in, whispering,
“Make it stronger.”
Bucky can’t help but get even harder , he’s been hard since the moment he saw you in your tight little dress. He does as you ask, and you regret having so much confidence. The vibration is so strong, you have a hard time sitting still, your juices drenching your red lace underwear. Your breath gets heavier, and Steve looks at you, concerned.
“Um? Are you okay, Y/N?”
Hearing your name, you snap back to reality, thinking Bucky will have mercy. You expect him to turn down the vibrations,but god, were you wrong. Somehow, the vibrations get stronger. Trying not to moan out loud as everyone’s eyes are on you, you swallow thickly, grabbing Bucky’s leg hard, pressing your nails in, hoping to inflict some sort of pain to stop him.
“Y/N,” Steve calls your name,damn, how long were you quiet for?
That’s when Bucky puts down his phone and says,
“You’re right, Steve. She doesn’t look so good. Should probably take her home, right Y/N?”
Everyone’s eyes are once again on you. Your orgasm seconds away, you moan out loud. Concerned looks are trained at you.
“No, I just need some water. Drank one too many,” you let out a soft laugh.
Everyone calms down, nods and okays flowing through the room.
“I’ll take her and get some water,” Steve offers, but before he can even rise from his seat, Bucky’s already standing up, helping you stand. When he hears your breathing becoming quicker, he takes out his phone and turns off the vibrations.
You can’t help but get a little annoyed, so close! Your walls tightly grip the small egg. He takes you up the stairs to Steve’s room, your legs weak. He lays you in the bed, drunk and so horny you have a hard time making up real sentences, babbling out small words and giggles.
“So weeeetttt! Want cock!”
You say the last part in a stern voice. Bucky looks at you with dark eyes, the look that always makes your pussy pulse like crazy. You turn and crawl up the bed, your short dress riding up, giving him a show of your soaked panties. You hear him work his belt, whispering,
“Fuck.”
As your face falls flat against the bed, ass in the air, you wiggle with help of your hands out of your underwear, doing it slowly, teasing him. Halfway down your legs, you turn around so you’re on your back so you can properly take them off, teasingly throwing them at him.
And then, you feel it again. The vibrator, fast and strong, making you bite your lip hard. Bucky stuffs your underwear in his pants pocket before removing his shirt and pants, left in his boxers, tight, showing off his huge length.
Your hand travels down your body. You spread your legs, quickly circling your pulsing clit. A strong hand grabs your hand, making you whine from the loss of stimulation.
“Bucky, please, wanna cum!”
Bucky makes you sit up and helps you out of your dress, letting your boobs free. He can’t help but stare at you.
“Fuck, you look so good. I’ll take care of you.”
He settles between your legs, bringing his hard cock against your wet folds, and the contact makes you buckle your hips against him. He kisses your neck, making his way down your body, hot to the touch. So close to your high, you press his head down, wanting his mouth on you. Without complaint, he complies, sucking on your clit, his hand twisting your hard nipple, making you feel euphoric.
And just then, just there, he pulls out the egg and his mouth from you. your beating bundle of nerves screaming for his mouth. Without time to get upset, he pushes the vibrating egg against your throbbing clit, making you moan out loud. He takes out his cock, leaking with precum, and without preparation, thrusts hard into your wet awaiting hole, making you gasp as he thrusts hard into you, circling the vibrator around your clit.
He says one word:
“Now.”
And as if on command, you cum on his length, your walls gripping him so hard he can barely move. He pushes deep inside you and takes his phone from the night table and turns off the egg. He puts it down and looks at your blissed-out face . He gives you a sweet kiss.
“Baby, we’re not done.”
A little terrified but even more needy, you grind against him, making him pull out and quickly turn you on your stomach. His big hands holding your hips as he takes his cock and slowly presses into you, savoring the moment.
Thinking he would take it slow was wrong, he’s all the way in, there’s no stopping him, fucking you hard, the bed’s shaking. You feel him in your stomach, it hurts so good. Your fingers digging into the bedsheets, your juices dripping on the mattress. He smacks your ass hard, making you even wetter.
“Dirty girl, so good for me,” he says in a low voice, making you whine out for him.
He leans down, slowing down, still thrusting deeply into you. He kisses your shoulder, whispering into your ear:
“You know I love you, right?”
As you register his words, you say,
“Let me be on top.”
He smiles, kissing your cheek. He pulls out, smacking your ass extra hard this time. You push him down against the bed, a surprised look on his face. You straddle him, grabbing his length and sliding the tip through your wet folds, pressing it against your puffy clit. You slowly sink down and start to grind forward.
It feels incredible.
He grabs your chest, pinching your nipples hard, making you go faster, but not fast enough. He grabs your hips and starts to thrust up into you. Your eyes roll back and you almost scream.
Your second orgasm washes over you. Sensitive everywhere, everything feels so intense. But Bucky doesn’t stop, fucking you even harder.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum so deep in you, princess.”
You can’t help but grind into his deep thrusts. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep growl. As you feel him filling you up, you grind softly, making him moan softly.
You like having him inside you.
You lean down and kiss him softly, eyes closed, lips so close.. you whisper,
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Summary: You and Bucky are best friends. Sure, you’ve hooked up a couple of times, but what Bucky has in mind is crazy. Can you really go through with it?
Word count: 1,6 K
Warnings: SMUT - minors DNI, A little fluff, oral (f receive), sex toy, p in v, overstimulation.
——————
“What!?” You look at Bucky, eyes wide, confusion written all over your face. You look at him in silence, then your eyes drop to the little pink box in his hands.
“No, I’m not doing that.”
A fake pout takes over Bucky’s face.
“Please, pretty pretty PLEASE!” he whines loudly.
You can’t help but giggle at his behavior, the whole situation so ridiculous.
2 hours later…
You enter the party. Bucky’s close friend Steve Rogers is throwing a party. It’s like any party: people making out in the corners, sweaty bodies grinding and dancing with each other. You scan the room looking for Bucky’s tall figure, but there are too many people and it’s too dark. You go towards the tiny light shining from the kitchen, your eyes locked on the free alcohol. Quickly looking for the strongest percent of alcohol, you grab a cup and pour yourself a drink all the way to the top.
This is going to be a long night.
Just as your lips touch the cup, you feel two big hands wrap around your hips, and you hear a sweet, dark voice say your name. A small smile paints your face.
“Hi, Thor.”
You turn around. Putting down your drink, you wrap your arms around him, hugging him and giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“Hi, sweetie.”
His eyes rake over your body, appreciating every curve. His eyes meet yours, and it’s easy to know what’s on his mind.
“You know I’m always just a call away,” he says in a low voice, gripping your hips a little harder while pushing his body into yours.
You can’t help but get a little horny. Yes, he’s your ex, and you would always fight, then have amazing makeup sex, but you just weren’t meant for each other.
You liked someone else…
Just as you were thinking of Bucky, he appears at your side, pulling you away from Thor. Bucky gives Thor a fake smile, knowing about your past relationship. A smile appears on Thor’s lips.
“It was nice seeing you, Y/N.”
You give him a little smile before grabbing your drink. Bucky drags you away to a small gathering of his friends; Natasha, Steve, and Sam. They’re sitting in a man cave of some sort, quite nice, actually. You sit closely to Bucky, feeling his warmth at your side.
As you all socialize, the tingling of the drinks starts to set in. All the anxiety about embarrassing yourself starts to wash away. You start to relax against Bucky. That’s when you feel it… a slow vibration through your body. You press your legs together, looking at Bucky quickly. He smiles at you.
If you’re being honest, this has always been a dirty dream of yours: sitting with your friends and no one knowing you have a small Bluetooth-driven vibrator inside you, the dirty secret only you and the person controlling it knows.
Bucky whispers into your ear,
“Does it feel good?”
You giggle, taking him aback. Then you lean in, whispering,
“Make it stronger.”
Bucky can’t help but get even harder , he’s been hard since the moment he saw you in your tight little dress. He does as you ask, and you regret having so much confidence. The vibration is so strong, you have a hard time sitting still, your juices drenching your red lace underwear. Your breath gets heavier, and Steve looks at you, concerned.
“Um? Are you okay, Y/N?”
Hearing your name, you snap back to reality, thinking Bucky will have mercy. You expect him to turn down the vibrations,but god, were you wrong. Somehow, the vibrations get stronger. Trying not to moan out loud as everyone’s eyes are on you, you swallow thickly, grabbing Bucky’s leg hard, pressing your nails in, hoping to inflict some sort of pain to stop him.
“Y/N,” Steve calls your name,damn, how long were you quiet for?
That’s when Bucky puts down his phone and says,
“You’re right, Steve. She doesn’t look so good. Should probably take her home, right Y/N?”
Everyone’s eyes are once again on you. Your orgasm seconds away, you moan out loud. Concerned looks are trained at you.
“No, I just need some water. Drank one too many,” you let out a soft laugh.
Everyone calms down, nods and okays flowing through the room.
“I’ll take her and get some water,” Steve offers, but before he can even rise from his seat, Bucky’s already standing up, helping you stand. When he hears your breathing becoming quicker, he takes out his phone and turns off the vibrations.
You can’t help but get a little annoyed, so close! Your walls tightly grip the small egg. He takes you up the stairs to Steve’s room, your legs weak. He lays you in the bed, drunk and so horny you have a hard time making up real sentences, babbling out small words and giggles.
“So weeeetttt! Want cock!”
You say the last part in a stern voice. Bucky looks at you with dark eyes, the look that always makes your pussy pulse like crazy. You turn and crawl up the bed, your short dress riding up, giving him a show of your soaked panties. You hear him work his belt, whispering,
“Fuck.”
As your face falls flat against the bed, ass in the air, you wiggle with help of your hands out of your underwear, doing it slowly, teasing him. Halfway down your legs, you turn around so you’re on your back so you can properly take them off, teasingly throwing them at him.
And then, you feel it again. The vibrator, fast and strong, making you bite your lip hard. Bucky stuffs your underwear in his pants pocket before removing his shirt and pants, left in his boxers, tight, showing off his huge length.
Your hand travels down your body. You spread your legs, quickly circling your pulsing clit. A strong hand grabs your hand, making you whine from the loss of stimulation.
“Bucky, please, wanna cum!”
Bucky makes you sit up and helps you out of your dress, letting your boobs free. He can’t help but stare at you.
“Fuck, you look so good. I’ll take care of you.”
He settles between your legs, bringing his hard cock against your wet folds, and the contact makes you buckle your hips against him. He kisses your neck, making his way down your body, hot to the touch. So close to your high, you press his head down, wanting his mouth on you. Without complaint, he complies, sucking on your clit, his hand twisting your hard nipple, making you feel euphoric.
And just then, just there, he pulls out the egg and his mouth from you. your beating bundle of nerves screaming for his mouth. Without time to get upset, he pushes the vibrating egg against your throbbing clit, making you moan out loud. He takes out his cock, leaking with precum, and without preparation, thrusts hard into your wet awaiting hole, making you gasp as he thrusts hard into you, circling the vibrator around your clit.
He says one word:
“Now.”
And as if on command, you cum on his length, your walls gripping him so hard he can barely move. He pushes deep inside you and takes his phone from the night table and turns off the egg. He puts it down and looks at your blissed-out face . He gives you a sweet kiss.
“Baby, we’re not done.”
A little terrified but even more needy, you grind against him, making him pull out and quickly turn you on your stomach. His big hands holding your hips as he takes his cock and slowly presses into you, savoring the moment.
Thinking he would take it slow was wrong, he’s all the way in, there’s no stopping him, fucking you hard, the bed’s shaking. You feel him in your stomach, it hurts so good. Your fingers digging into the bedsheets, your juices dripping on the mattress. He smacks your ass hard, making you even wetter.
“Dirty girl, so good for me,” he says in a low voice, making you whine out for him.
He leans down, slowing down, still thrusting deeply into you. He kisses your shoulder, whispering into your ear:
“You know I love you, right?”
As you register his words, you say,
“Let me be on top.”
He smiles, kissing your cheek. He pulls out, smacking your ass extra hard this time. You push him down against the bed, a surprised look on his face. You straddle him, grabbing his length and sliding the tip through your wet folds, pressing it against your puffy clit. You slowly sink down and start to grind forward.
It feels incredible.
He grabs your chest, pinching your nipples hard, making you go faster, but not fast enough. He grabs your hips and starts to thrust up into you. Your eyes roll back and you almost scream.
Your second orgasm washes over you. Sensitive everywhere, everything feels so intense. But Bucky doesn’t stop, fucking you even harder.
“Fuck, I’m going to cum so deep in you, princess.”
You can’t help but grind into his deep thrusts. He closes his eyes and lets out a deep growl. As you feel him filling you up, you grind softly, making him moan softly.
You like having him inside you.
You lean down and kiss him softly, eyes closed, lips so close.. you whisper,
Okay so in method acting reader and Bucky was kissing to determine who'll pay the pizza? So yeah maybe just maybe something like that with Ransom? I don't know but some kind of situation like this that gets them all hot and bothered? You know... to decide who'll pay?
I LOVE THAT IDEA ANON U GENIUS
Leather Wallet, Velvet Purse
you and ransom constantly argue over who gets to pay for your monthly dinners. sick of fighting with you for forty minutes after every meal, ransom comes up with a game to decide who foots the bill.
content warning: ransom x fem!reader, fluff, light smut (making out, dirty talk, daddy!ransom, hand stuff)
you and ransom have been friends since you were both in diapers. you're one of, if not the only person from his family's social circle that he can actually stand
growing up, you were thick as thieves and saw each other every day. at school, you were inseparable.
but now that you're adults, you each have much busier lives and you can't see each other as often.
you always knew it would become like this one day - so, just before graduation, you and ransom made a pact to meet up on the 15th of every month, because his birthday is on a 15th and he wanted to ensure he'd always get to spend it with you
most months, you go to fancy restaurants. you were both born with a silver spoon in your mouths, and silver spoons tend to taste like truffles and caviar. you each hold a high standard of food and enjoy the finer things in life
the first time, you let ransom pay and you promised you'd pay the next time. but the next time, he was adamant on paying again
you each argue like cat and dog, often resorting to silly distractions to take the other's eyes away from the bill
one time, ransom even hired a mariachi band to come and play beside your table so you were too baffled and confused to notice him swiping his card
you have tried to implement a "you pay one month, i'll pay the next month" system, but he would just constantly fucking gaslight you and convince you that you definitely paid last month, doll, it's my turn
today, you had decided to order pizza. fancy food is nice and all, but recently you and ransom have realized that staying in his beautiful home and ordering takeout is much more fun.
a lot more private, too
"when is it getting here?" you ask while scrolling through movies on prime
"and why does that concern you?" he asks with a smirk, collapsing onto the couch beside you, making it dip down
"so i know when to prepare myself to open the door," you say nonchalantly, pulling your velvet purse out of your handbag.
"you're not getting the door," ransom states matter-of-factly.
"yes i am," you retort, turning to look at him. "pizza guy might be cute."
"which is exactly why you're not getting the door," he quips, looking you up and down. "all you're wearing is my fucking shirt."
"because you spilt fucking whiskey all over the outfit i came in," you grumble with a glare before nudging his shoulder. "i know why you really don't want me opening the door. it's cuz you want to pay, but you're not paying, 'som."
"yes, i am," he insists. "you are a guest in my house. i am paying for dinner."
"how dare you call me a guest after all these years?" you ask with an incredulous gasp, before sighing. "you've been gracious enough to let me drink your expensive stuff, so let me pay for the damn pizza."
"first of all, baby: remember who you're talking to," ransom says with an arrogant smirk. "all my stuff is expensive. and secondly: it's a fucking pizza. i'm paying."
"and wings and extra dips!" you add, frowning at him. "please, 'som, just-"
"alright, before we get into another fucking fight, let's settle this a different way," he suggests, piquing your interest. "wanna play a game?"
you raise a brow, intrigued. "a game? i'm down. i'm better than you at everything. general knowledge, memory, basic hand-eye coordination, fucking name it."
"hold your fucking horses, doll," he says with an eye-roll, before a mischievous glint grows in his eyes. "this is more a game of... self-control. a test of will-power."
you immediately snort. "oh, then i am definitely winning. you have absolutely zero self-control."
"alright, then," he says smugly. "if you're so sure of yourself, let's play."
"let's fucking go," you say excitedly, pulling your knees up and resting them on his thigh. "what's the game?"
he glances down at your thighs before meeting your eyes, a smirk pulling on his lips. "whoever gives in to their sexual desire first, loses."
taken aback, you tilt your head and narrow your eyes. "uh... we've known each other for over 2 decades and we've done pretty well to hold back our sexual desires, 'som."
"it's not that simple," he reveals, resting his arm on the back of the couch. "we have to kiss. only our lips and tongue can touch. whoever gives in and touches any other body part of the other person loses."
it takes you a few seconds to process his words
"uh," you let out a scoff. "you want us to make out?"
"and whoever touches the other one first, loses. winner pays," ransom finishes with an innocent smile. "sound easy?"
"fuck yeah, it sounds easy," you admit with a laugh. "i've watched you kiss many people, drysdale; three seconds in and your hand will be around my throat."
he holds up his hands in surrender. "i guess we'll find out, doll."
with a huff, you turn your body towards him, preparing yourself. you can do this. you've kissed him every new year's eve since you were thirteen and it has never made anything weird or sexual between you; this will be easy.
ransom looks down at you with a smirk, quirking one of his brows. deciding to take the plunge, you lean up and plant your lips firmly on his.
it's quick to develop into a heavier kiss. his tongue slips into your mouth, playing with yours expertly. he lets out a growl, which makes your thighs squeeze together
when you whimper, he chuckles into the kiss, thinking he has you right where he wants you
"i'm getting hard," he whispers teasingly between kisses. "wanna feel it?"
"absolutely not," you retort coldly, keeping your eyes closed as you decide to up the ante. "i'm getting so wet though, ransom. need your fingers."
he chokes on your spit, and almost gives in. almost.
"please, baby," he mumbles, keeping his hands to himself. "daddy needs your hand on his cock."
fucking prick. you knew he'd use your kink against you one day.
so you decide to fight fire with fire
"daddy, please," you whine softly. "your princess needs your fingers inside her."
"fuck," he groans, before meshing his tongue with yours loudly. "don't fucking say shit like that."
"i want your tongue," you purr, giggling into his mouth. "wanna ride your face."
he's growing weaker. you can feel it. his powers are dwindling.
he kisses you with more vigor, until your chins are wet with spit. it's sloppy and disgustingly loud, but it feels so fucking good
ransom hears your quiet whimpers, and he knows he has almost got you. just one last push
"baby," he begins, his voice gruff and low. "be a good girl and rub daddy's cock, now."
your mind goes blank. the rules fly out the window. how could you focus on anything besides his order?
like a reflex, your hand immediately goes to the waistband of his sweatpants and slips underneath, bypassing his briefs and taking hold of his hard, thick dick
he groans into your mouth as you begin rubbing his shaft up and down, using his copious pre-cum to lubricate it
"that's it," he says with a cocky smirk, leaning his forehead against yours. "keep going. that feels so fucking good, princess"
his praise pushes you to continue as your tongue carry on dancing against each other, his cock twitching and throbbing against your palm
"daddy," you whisper, your entire body tingling even without him doing anything to you.
"yeah, baby, daddy's here," he replies softly, gently wrapping his hand around your throat. "daddy's here. you're being such a good girl for me."
a soft moan leaves your mouth at his words, and you speed up your hand
ransom lets out animalistic grunts, along with gravelly groans
just as you move closer to him, the doorbell rings.
you gasp, remembering the situation, your eyes wide as you quickly retract your hand from his pants.
ransom smirks arrogantly, letting go of your throat and raising a brow. "well. pizza's here. guess i'm paying."
with that, he stands up and grabs his leather wallet from the coffee table, before shooting you a wink. "thanks for that, princess. be sure to wash your hands before you eat."
he leaves you there in shock, laughing heartily all the way to the front door.
you have a pool date, so you ask your best friend bucky to help you decide on a bikini.
content warning: bestfriendmob!bucky x reader, flirting, nudity, fluff, sexual tension, mature themes, mention of smut.
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"come on, buck," you whine, dragging him into your bedroom. "need your advice."
"on what, fairy?" he asks with a grumble, annoyed that you disturbed him while he was working.
you sit him down on the edge of your bed and stand with your hands on your hips in front of him. "i have a date and he has a pool, so i need you to tell me which of my swimsuits is the sexiest," you inform him curtly before disappearing into your walk-in closet.
bucky rolls his eyes as he rests his palms on your bed. "what's this bozo's name?" he should probably be feeling a little more protective, but he knows you can more than handle yourself.
"steve rogers," you yell, your voice slightly muffled.
"rogers as in the fuckin' water company?" bucky asks incredulously, letting out a low whistle. "shit. i hope you're planning on robbing him."
"i want him to be my boyfriend," you say dreamily, to which bucky snorts.
"oh, please. little rich boy like that? you'd eat him alive."
a few seconds pass and you walk back out, wearing a khaki green one-piece. "okay, imagine you're steve," you order, before putting on a sultry look and strutting over to bucky. once you're standing in front of him, you rest your hands on his shoulders and bite your lip. "hey, stevie. your pool is so big and... watery."
bucky snorts and raises a brow. "oh yeah; that'll get him in the mood for sure."
you hit his arm and pout. "you're supposed to tell me i'm sexy, you prick."
"you know you are," he mutters with annoyance. you've always been such a fucking tease.
"thoughts on the suit?" you ask, turning to the side. "it makes my butt look incredible."
"it's a little... conservative," bucky comments, sitting up straight. "not enough risk of a titty falling out."
you laugh heartily and nod, "you're right."
he grins and slaps your ass twice. "next, please."
the next bikini you try on is an orange two-piece. once you enter the room, bucky immediately feels his pants tighten.
"now this has major risk of a titty falling out," you tell him, before walking over to him and bouncing on your heels. "see? my boobs could fall out any second."
swallowing thickly, bucky nods. "yup. very risky, fairy." keep it together, buck. stop staring at her tits. fuck, your pussy is so close to his face right now. would you notice if he moved closer and tried to smell your scent?
you climb onto the bed, legs on either side of him, and cup his face. "imagine you're steve. does this suit make you wanna fuck my brains out?"
do not answer. trick question. no right answer. brain short circuiting. put your cock inside her. fuck. stop. grab her tits. no, bucky. control yourself.
"color could be better," bucky manages to say lowly, hoping you don't feel his boner against your pussy.
"better color. got it," you chirp before getting off his lap and waltzing back into the closet.
while you're gone, bucky does some breathing exercises, trying to calm himself down.
"you bought me this one, so you better love it!" you exclaim as you walk out, wearing a skimpy, black two-piece.
bucky's mind goes blank.
you stand in front of the mirror, checking yourself out. "i have to say, barnes, you have good taste."
he gets up onto his feet and makes his way over to you, his mouth dry and his cock harder than ever.
"how do i look?" you ask him innocently, giving him in a smile in the reflection.
"you're not wearing this," he orders you gravely, making you frown.
"what the fuck are you talking about?" you ask with a scoff.
bucky clamps his hands on your hips, a dark look in his eyes. "you're not wearing this for that rich asshole."
with narrow eyes, you fold your arms across your chest. "you don't tell me what to do. now get your lousy paws the fuck off of me, barnes."
he grumbles under his breath but lets go of you, before turning you to the side to face him and looking down. "you cold or something?"
you look down before grinning excitedly. "have i not shown you yet?"
a look of curiosity grows on his face. "shown me what, fairy?"
without any warning, you pull down your bikini top, exposing your breasts to him. "i got them pierced!"
fucking fuck.
having reached the end of his tether, bucky stops trying to control himself.
with a dark look on his face, he grabs you by the throat mercilessly.
you gasp at his action, your eyes wide. "buck?"
"i'm gonna fuck you," he informs you bluntly, tightening his grip around your neck and pulling you closer.
"bucky-"
"i'm gonna throw you onto that bed," he growls, his eyes cold and emotionless. "and i'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to walk until next fuckin' week."
a weak whimper leaves your throat, and he takes that as your approval.
with a wicked smirk, he grabs your hip with his free hand. "good girl."
adapted from an old anakin fic on my wattpad. is that cheating?
18+
You and Bucky were looking forward to your first mission alone, until Steve assigned a group of agents to join you- but you're determined not to let them cockblock you.
"I cannot wait to finally be alone with you," Bucky sighs, his arms wrapping tightly around you from behind. His face nestles into your neck as he presses quick kisses to your skin. "Two weeks, just the two of us, doing whatever we want."
"And reporting our findings back to Fury, of course," You tease, placing your hands on top of his.
"Ah, whatever," He groans. "We can do that when we get back. This is our first mission alone, without Sam being an asshole or Nat breathing down our necks."
"Or Steve listening in on us fucking," You add with a smirk. "The perv."
"He can't help it, baby; we can hear everything," He mumbles, stroking your hips. "He doesn't mean to be a perv."
When you hear footsteps and voices outside the hangar, you pull away from Bucky and straighten up. Keeping your relationship a secret from the world can be exhausting, but it's definitely worth it. Not only are the press much nicer to you when they don't know who you're fucking, but it also makes the fucking more exciting.
Steve enters the hangar, giving you a smile when he sees you already suited up. You both relax at the sight of him, Bucky placing his hand on the small of your back - until a few agents pile in behind Steve, causing you to break apart again.
"Good to see the two of you on time, for once," Steve says, his hands behind him back as he puts on his professional voice for the agents. "I've prepared a larger jet seeing as it won't just be the two of you going, anymore."
Bucky's hands immediately ball into fists at Steve's revelation. "What?"
Agent Reed, who you've worked with many times before, steps forward with a wide smile."Glad to be of service, Sir, Ma'am. The other agents and I are more than prepared to assist you on this mission."
"Uh, not that I wouldn't enjoy two weeks with you guys," You begin, plastering a fake smile on your face, "But Barnes and I won't be needing you there with us. Your efforts would be put to much better use here."
"That's what I initially thought," Steve says, ignoring Bucky's glare. "But there is a risk that this corporation is working with HYDRA, and if that's the case, you'll need agents who can help you with the data and, you know, the non-fight stuff?"
"We can take care of ourselves, Cap," Bucky states firmly, and you can practically feel the anger emanating from him.
"I know you can, Buck, but you can't hack into security databases, can you?" Steve says, knowing he'll pay for this later. He turns to the agents and says, "You should leave soon. Are you all well packed for two weeks?
Bucky turns around to face you and puts his hand on his crotch before whispering to you, "I'm well packed for you, baby."
You snort and hit his shoulder before shrugging, trying your best to hide how disappointed you are now that you aren't getting the two weeks of alone time with your boyfriend you thought you were.
"This is a good place to stay for the night," You call out as you reach a flat, grassy area. "Fitz, Lee; carry out a perimeter search. The rest of you, set up camp."
The agents begin putting up their tents and you watch as Bucky puts his up effortlessly. His flesh arm muscles ripple as he places down the poles and sets it up, making you shiver.
"I'm sharing with you," You state casually, putting down your overnight bag next to his.
He raises an eyebrow and rests his hands on his hips, a smirk growing on his face. "Yeah? And what are the agents gonna think of that, huh?"
"My tent's broken, so I have no choice," You tell him with a pout.
"It's broken?" He asks, furrowing his brows.
You take out your folded tent from your bag before snapping it in half, breaking the rods. "Now it is."
Taken aback, Bucky chuckles before shrugging. "Well, damn, honey. Looks like I have no choice but to invite you to sleep in my tent with me."
"And I have no choice but to accept your kind offer," You reply with a coy smile, dropping your tent to the ground.
A few of the agents begin to strike up a fire, while Agent Harris walks over to you. "Ma'am, if you permit us, the agents and I are gonna turn in for the night and get some shut-eye," He says politely.
"Of course, Harris, you don't need my permission," You tell him, before gesturing backwards with your thumb and casually adding, "I was just informing Barnes that my tent has broken."
"Oh, no," He frowns with a look of concern. "Well, I could always share with one of the guys, and you can have mine."
"There's no need for that," Bucky interjects. "My tent is bigger than yours. Y/N can stay with me."
Nodding, the agent takes a step back. "Alright. See you in the morning."
"Good night, Harris," You call out as he walks away, before turning to Bucky. "Ready for bed?"
He unzips the door and lets you crawl in first before following you in. After zipping the door shut behind him, he turns on a small electric lantern before giving you a mischievous look. "Oh, no. It seems there's only one sleeping bag."
You look down and gasp, feigning surprise while holding your hand to your chest. "Oh, no! I guess we have no choice but to share."
"I guess you're right," Bucky says with a defeated shrug, before opening the sleeping bag.
"It's gonna be a cold night," You comment coyly, watching as he opens the zip. "I think I read somewhere that sleeping naked is much warmer than wearing clothes."
A glint of shock grows on Bucky's features and he lets out a laugh, his eyes wide. "You know, I... I think I read that too," He mumbles lowly.
"Well then, that would be the smart thing to do," You say curtly, before pulling off your top. Bucky watches with parted lips as you strip down to your underwear in front of him, and swallows thickly when you get completely naked.
"Baby..." He breathes out, his eyes unable to detach from your body.
You sit back and bite your lip as he takes off his shirt and pants. Clambering into the sleeping bag, you watch him crawl over before giving him a frown and pressing a finger to his chest. "Uh, I said naked, Jamie."
He looks down at his boxers before looking back up at you with wide eyes. "But..."
You raise an eyebrow at him and utter, "Take it off, big boy. I wanna see just how well-packed you really are." Bucky swallows before slowly pulling down his boxers, releasing his hard dick. You gasp and give him a smirk before pulling him closer. "You wanna know what's really warm, daddy?" You ask, tilting your head as you look up at him innocently. "My mouth."
His breath hitches in his throat and you see his cock twitch against his stomach. "Baby, we can't," He whispers, his eyebrows knitted with concern. "The agents will hear us."
You pout before pulling his hand up to your face and snuggling into it. "If you don't put your fat cock down my throat in the next five seconds, I think I'll die."
He clears his throat, "Can't argue with that." And then he finally brings his dick up to your lips, and you open your mouth wide. He inches it in, biting his lip as his eyes flutter close, his dick filling up your mouth. You moan around him as he begins fucking your face, one of his hands tightly gripping your hair while the other softly strokes your cheek. "That feels so fucking good, princess," He whispers before letting out a groan.
You continue to suck him off, maintaining eye contact with him as he thrusts in and out of your throat. You almost choke when he goes a little harder, but you keep your composure like he's taught you. A lazy smile grows on his lips as he stares down at you in adoration, in awe at the utter bliss you bring him. He clenches his jaw and moans through his teeth, pulling on your hair as your pussy gets wetter by the second.
A few thrusts later, he pulls his dick from your mouth and a string of saliva falls out with it. Bucky gets down on his knees and gives you a sloppy kiss, his hands trailing down your body while his tongue dances with yours. "Lay down, princess. Be a good girl for me," He orders, watching as you obediently do as he says. He lays behind you and lifts up your leg, moving his head down to your neck so he can pepper kisses down to your shoulder. With one movement, he's inside you, making you gasp at the sudden penetration.
"Oh, fuck, daddy," You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut as he slowly begins to fuck you. You turn until you're flat on your stomach, and Bucky snakes his hand around your neck so he can pull your head back. He lowers his lips to your ear as he keeps a steady pace, his dick sliding in and out of your pussy.
"You feel so fucking good around my cock, princess," He moans, sending a shiver through your body. "My gorgeous girl."
His free hand trails down your side before sliding under your stomach and finding your clit. His cold, metal fingers begin to rub in circles over your bud, making you whimper as waves of pleasure coarse through you. You moan loudly, unable to hold back as his dick brushes against your cervix.
He lets out a dark chuckle against your neck, his chin resting on your shoulder. "You gotta be quiet, baby," He coos, but you can't help but let out a loud groan as his fingers stroke your sensitive clit quicker. "They're gonna hear us."
"I don't care," You breathe out, but deep down you know that it's impossible that the agents will hear you. Isn't it? "Just fuck me harder, daddy."
He happily complies, repeatedly slamming into you. His hand trails down from your throat to your nipple, which he twists and pulls. Electric waves pulsate through you, your entire body feeling like it's floating through thick bouts of pleasure.
He turns you onto your back so he can properly see your face. "You're such a good little slut for me, princess," Bucky grunts, before fucking you even harder. "So fucking good."
You let out a cry as he pushes your pleasure to new extremes, whimpering with each shudder that passes through your body. Bucky leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips, leaving you yearning for more once he pulls away. You always feel your most confident when he's fucking you, his eyes burning into you with pure, unadulterated lust. When you're under his gaze, you're truly seen, and only then. There's no other person, no other feeling, that has or will ever give you as much importance as Bucky, and being the source of his pleasure intensifies your own.
"I love you," You whimper, tears building up in your eyes. You've never cried during sex before, but something about this experience has made you realize just how happy Bucky makes you, and how badly you need him to say the words back.
He slowly lowers his head until your lips are touching, and blinks down at you. He doesn't say it straight away, holding it in because he knows how much you need it. He wants to see how much you need it.
"Daddy," You whine as he steadily fucks you, his hooded eyes watching you curiously with a glint of arrogance. "Daddy, please."
He says nothing, his hand moving up to stroke your cheek as a tear slides down. Using his thumb to wipe it away, Bucky scans your face as he watches your features flood with desperation. Without saying a word, his fingers move back to your clit and rub impossibly fast, bringing you close to your orgasm. But you can't cum, not until you hear him say the words. And he knows that.
"Are you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, baby?" He teases, biting his lip as it curves into a smirk.
"Jamie, please," You beg, holding his face in your hands. "I love you."
"I know, princess," He mumbles softly, watching as you let out soft sobs mixed in with moans of pleasure. "I know you do."
You feel your whole body come to life under his touch, before he finally gives in and gifts you with what you need, knowing that only he can give you it. He fucks you faster, his hands moving up to cradle your face.
"I love you," He whispers, and you can finally let go. Ripples of euphoria rush through you and you can't help but scream out his name, the most intense orgasm dragging you through ecstasy. His thrusts become sloppier as he cums inside you, letting out a moan when your pussy tightens around his dick. The tears continue flooding down your cheeks as you're filled with elation and relief. He wipes them away as his cum fills you up and drips out of your pussy, leaving you speechless.
With a groan, Bucky collapses onto you, his chest rising and falling as he catches his breath. A lazy grin grows on his lips and he brings his hand up to your face. "You're fucking incredible, princess."
You don't have the energy to respond, and instead just wrap your arms around him as he backs into your chest. Pressing soft kisses to his shoulder, you reach around and stroke his chest, hugging him tightly while slumber takes you over.
The next morning, you wake up to the sound of Bucky rummaging around. When he notices that you're awake, he gives you a sweet smile, leaning over to kiss your forehead.
"Good morning, princess," He greets you as you groggily pull on your clothes. "Sleep well?"
You nod, "Being your big spoon always makes for a good night."
Grinning, he kisses your lips, running his fingers through your hair and gently removing some of the knots. "And being your little spoon is my own slice of heaven, pretty girl," He mumbles, stroking your cheeks.
Once you're both dressed, you leave the tent to see a few of the agents sitting around a fire and cooking breakfast. Bucky takes a seat next to Reed while you remain stood, wanting to stretch your legs and alleviate some of the soreness from last night.
"Morning, agents," You greet them with a chirp, picking up a water bottle. "Everyone have a good night?"
A couple of them nod while the others remain silent, none of them even bothering to look up from their breakfast to you. You feel slightly offended at their disregard, but you just figure that they aren't morning people. Harris then leaves his tent, his eyes widening for a split second when he sees you.
"Good morning, Harris," You say politely, hoping that at least he will reply to you properly.
"Uh, moaning-" He lets out a breathy laugh before shaking his head. "Morning. Morning."
You raise an eyebrow at how flustered he is, but just shrug it off before taking a seat next to Kelly. She gulps slightly, her eyes downcast as she focuses on her bowl of porridge.
"So, today we should try and cover more ground, and I want you guys to get familiar with the tech they're using," Bucky instructs before biting into some fruit. "If you have any questions or concerns, just ask Y/N or I."
The agents nod, and you can't help but notice a slight tension over the group. You figure that there must have been an argument between the agents that's making them act so awkward and tense.
Once everyone's eaten, you help them put away the cookers and ingredients. You know that one of the newest recruits, Victor, has a little crush on you, and you often tease him about it. He usually plays along, and if you're lucky, it makes Bucky jealous, but you all know it's all in good fun.
Victor's putting away the gas canisters when you go over and nudge him, a sly smile on your face. "So, how's your first mission without a commanding officer standing over your shoulder?"
"Uh, it's fine," He answers quickly, keeping his eyes off of you. Bucky walks over and begins to assist you in packing away the other canisters.
You reach forward to help Victor close the bag, but he suddenly pulls his hand back, dropping the canister onto the ground. His eyes are wide and filled with fear as he looks rapidly between you and Bucky. "I- I didn't touch her!" He insists, making you frown.
Bucky raises an eyebrow. "Okay...?"
Victor rushes off, leaving you utterly confused. "What the fuck was that about?" You ask Bucky, who just shrugs and continues putting the canisters away.
You walk over to where Reed and a couple others are packing away their tents. "You guys need any help?" You offer, folding your arms across your chest.
"We're okay, princess," Reed replies before his lips part in shock. The others scramble to rush away, mumbling something about needing the toilet.
"What did you just call me?" You ask lowly, narrowing your eyes at him.
"Uh, nothing," He answers quickly, before shooting you a fake smile. "Ma'am."
Glancing over at Bucky, a deep dread overtakes you.
He was right.
They heard you.
You turn back to Reed and clear your throat. "Um, Agent Reed?"
"Yes, Ma'am?" He asks, raising his eyebrows.
Taking a step towards him, you lower your voice and your face drops of all emotion. "You do not mention last night to anyone, you do not discuss it with anyone, and you do not ever even think about it - and trust me, I'll know if you do."
Reed gulps at your threat, and you're pleased to sense the terror you've instilled in him as he speaks. "Of course, Ma'am. I understand."
You step back and smile brightly, tapping his shoulder. "Good. Oh, and Reed, if you ever call me princess again, I won't hesitate to rip your head clean off."
He nods quickly, "I understand."
Leaving him alone to wallow in his fear, you approach Bucky with a sheepish look on your face. "Barnes?"
A small frown grows on his face at the formality you're using, but he plays along. "Yes, Y/L/N?"
You sigh before meeting his eyes. "Due to some unforeseen circumstances, I will not be sharing a tent with you again tonight."
"What?" He lets out a scoff, irritated at the idea of not getting to fuck you again tonight. "Why not?"
You hold back a groan of frustration before gesturing to the agents, all of who are intently keeping their eyes off of you and Bucky while remaining deathly silent as they go about their work, when usually you can't get them to shut up.
Bucky looks slightly confused, before realization dawns on his face. He looks at you, stunned, before a wide smirk grows on his lips and an audacious laugh leaves his mouth. "Told you so."
what's that? you want a drabble inspired by this gif? yeah sure
Inappropriate
18+
your newest employee gets a little excited during a zoom call, and he can't help but try and relieve himself.
warning: frat!intern!bucky x ceo!reader, mature themes, age gap (reader is around 10 years older than bucky), smut (praise kink, masturbation, degradation, jerk-off instructions, use of a fleshlight, mommy kink, sub!bucky, mean dom!reader)
"and with the implementation of our newest marketing strategy, we'll be seeing a wider client base in the east," bruce says while you and the others in the call lazily listen.
"great," you reply, closing your notebook. "is that everything?"
a short silence falls in the meeting as none of the 16 people in the call speak up.
"alright then," you say, sitting up. "that's a wrap. we'll catch up first thing on friday morning. james, could you stay behind? i need to discuss your schedule with you."
everyone else gives their goodbyes before leaving the two of you alone. james barnes is your intern for the summer; he's a college boy with not much experience or knowledge, but he gets the job done. you definitely won't be offering him a full time role once he graduates, but he's polite and easy on the eyes.
"how you doing today?" you ask him casually while flicking through to the right page in your notebook.
"good, yeah," he replies. "how about you, ma'am?"
"yeah, good," you mumble, before landing on the page you need. "right. so, today i'll need you to chase up odinson industries for an update on the caldwell property. they've been delaying it for far too fucking long; just do your best to find out when the insurance bullshit will be sorted out."
"on it," bucky replies, scribbling down on his notepad, before glancing up. "also, about the mansion up on dewberry street - i managed to track down the paperwork we needed. whenever you're ready, we can go ahead and sell it."
your eyes light up at his news. you honestly didn't think he had it in him. "good boy."
his breath hitches in his throat, but you barely hear it. while you continue walking him through what he needs to do today, he rubs his boner in an attempt to alleviate some of the pain. the way your tits are so obviously not caged by a bra in your low-cut shirt has been driving him insane since the meeting began, your sultry voice going straight to his cock with every word you say.
good boy. good boy. good boy.
fuck. his cock's out his pants. when did that happen?
"maximoff interiors are being assholes and upping their price for that shitty faux leather they use," you grumble. "i need you to email tim in budgeting and schedule a meeting between him and i for friday. any time between 1 and 5."
"y-yeah, will do, ma'am," bucky replies weakly, shamelessly jerking off at this point. it isn't like you're looking up, anyway, and he can't fucking help himself. your nipples are sitting hard under the thin material, making his cock twitch.
"thank you," you mutter, before looking up.
his eyes are shut, his bottom lip trembling, and his left arm is suspiciously moving up and down.
"are you masturbating?"
his actions immediately stop and his eyes burst wide open. mortified, he stumbles over his words. "i- i don't- no-"
"how fucking pathetic are you?" you ask him with narrow eyes. "touching yourself while your boss talks about work?"
bucky gulps, his eyes glossing over. he is so fucking fired. his dad's gonna kill him.
"rubbing your little cock over my voice?" you go on, a devilish look on your face. "or is it my tits that you can't stop staring at?"
a shaky breath leaves his mouth. "ma'am-"
"keep going," you order him curtly. "keep touching yourself like the desperate little thing you are."
his fingers wrap back around his shaft. is he dreaming?
"such a dumb little boy," you mutter. "can't even go half a fucking hour without your cock getting hard."
bucky lets out a feeble whimper, stroking himself up and down.
"what are you waiting for, hmm? show me it," you demand him. "unless it's as fucking pathetic as you, that is."
nervously, he brings his hand up to the laptop screen before pushing it down, angling it so you can see his entire cock. fuck. it's a lot bigger and thicker than you were expecting, and you almost drool.
"fuck, baby," you whisper. "move the laptop further back. wanna see your pretty face."
he does as you say, quickly pushing his laptop backwards.
"take off your shirt," you say. "quickly."
he obeys, practically ripping apart his buttons as he rushes to get shirtless for you. one of his hands runs down his impressive abs, making you smirk as he puts on a little show for you.
"such a slut," you mumble. "so quick to do exactly as i say. you know how inappropriate you're being right now?"
"yes, ma'am," bucky answers you.
"keep going," you say. "spit on your cock for me."
leaning his head forward, he lets a long string of saliva escape his mouth and fall onto the head of his dick, before it slides down his shaft. he rubs it all around, lubricating it. a low groan leaves his mouth as he looks up at you, before biting his lip. the way you're watching him, fully clothed, only makes it hotter.
"james, i want you to rub your balls for me," you tell him. "do it."
he does, bringing his free hand to his balls. you see him tugging on them, making you smirk.
"harder," you say sternly. "make it fucking hurt. you like that, don't you? you like when it hurts?"
bucky nods adamantly, weak gasps and moans escaping his mouth. "fuck. oh, fuck."
"that's right, just like that," you egg him on. "doing so good for me. doesn't it feel good, being my obedient little boy?"
"yes, ma'am," he whines, bucking his hips up. "so good. thank you, ma'am, making me feel so good."
"have you got any toys, baby?" you ask him teasingly. "a naughty slut like you, you definitely have something to fuck, don't you?"
he groans, reaching off-camera before pulling out a fleshlight. you almost laugh at how typical he is.
"i bet you fuck that thing so hard, don't you?" you ask him with a smirk. "fill it with your cum, over and over again, like the dirty boy you are?"
"yes, ma'am," he cries, pumping his cock faster. "i imagine it's you." shit. he was not supposed to admit that.
you laugh darkly at his revelation, raising a brow. "is that right? you fantasize about fucking your boss?"
"every damn morning and night," he breathes out, his bicep flexing as he jerks off harder.
"fuck it, now," you say flatly. "show me how you do it, baby."
his dick is slick with spit and pre-cum, so he doesn't need to lube the toy up before pushing it inside. immediately, he groans lowly, slowly pumping it up and down.
the view makes your cunt clench around nothing. desperately, he fucks the fleshlight hard and fast, letting out loud moans.
"just like that, good boy," you praise him with a smile. "such a dirty little boy for me."
"m- ma'am," he cries, fucking up into it. "i'm gonna cum."
"take your cock out," you order him. "i wanna watch you cum all over yourself."
he does as you say, throwing the fleshlight to the side and replacing it with his hand.
"mommy," he whispers almost inaudibly, triggering something in you.
"say it again," you demand. "louder."
"fuck, mommy," he cries, throwing his head back. "so fucking good."
"what do you think about?" you ask him. "when you imagine fucking me?"
bucky groans, looking back down at the screen. "i think about you riding me. your tits bouncing up and down, while i fuck your brains out."
your legs squeeze together at his words, and you bite your lips. "wanna see them, baby? wanna see mommy's tits?"
"please," he begs with wonder in his eyes. "please, mommy, i need your tits so bad."
deciding to spoil him, you slowly roll up your shirt, letting your breasts spill out. he uses his free hand to grab his phone while continuing to jerk off and hoping you don't notice him taking a picture of your boobs. you do, but you don't mention it. you know he isn't the type to boast.
"oh, my god," he groans, staring at your hard nipples. "you're so fucking beautiful, mommy."
"thank you, baby," you say sweetly, before pulling and twisting your nipples, making yourself moan.
unable to hold back, bucky cums right then, shooting his hot seed all over his chest with a loud grunt. "oh, fuck!" he yells, bucking his hips up as his cum drips down his abs. "so good, mommy, so good."
you let out a content sigh as he jerks himself off through his orgasm, stopping once he's spent. slowly, you pull your top back down, giving him a smirk.
"i'll call you tonight for an update on where you get at with those tasks," you say casually.
"yes, ma'am," bucky replies through heavy breaths, his eyelids fluttering as the aftershocks of his orgasm shoot through his body.
smiling, you shoot him a wink. "good boy."
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You and Jake have been friends since college. You meet through your mutual friend Steve Rogers, he introduced you to each other and you and Jake instantly hit it off. He was talking about games,his family and as you listen to his words you couldn’t help but admiring all his beautiful features. From his blue eyes protected by his cute glasses to his way to a tight shirt hugging all his mussels. You exchanged numbers and became good friends. People always teased you two about being a couple.
But Jake always just blushed crazy and you just smirked at his cute reaction. But it still hurt every time he’d tell them that you were just friends. You even confessed your feelings for him once but he told you that you were too drunk and didn’t mean it. But you meant every word you told him that night. That night and all your other failed attempts to get Jake to be yours. And now you have a plan that might actually work.
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