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College is great , you know , sure I’ve become a better person(nooo ) , I’ve found my people (alright but where are the girls and the gays I was promised). The stupidest thing is I thought I’d find my Jennifer check, or atleast an ava silva (on retrospect I was an idiot ).
But I know one thing for sure now, I’ve definitely met my Regina George and her brainless minions .
As much as it hurts me to say it , because Regina George is my gay icon, but this Regina, the Regina I met on my first year of college is a homophobic , transphobic bitch .
Well she’s not your usual homophobic bitch, in the words of the great Amy Dunne “a cool girl, a wannabe gamer, who loves fetish manga “ . And those kind of queerphobes ,I hate more than the usual ones.
I would very much like to psychoanalyse her Regina George complex. And would very much like to analyse the headless mice complex of her slaves.
Do all formative friendships in the beginning of college make you realise you could never conform to their hetero norms and that you’re a raging queer?
So here's an unedited smutty thing that's been rolling around my head all day 🫣
"What?" Andy asks as he sees your pouting face. Instead of answering, you decide to whine and pout even more, if possible.
"Come on, sweetheart, tell me," Andy pleads and pulls you into a hug.
"I'm horny!" you mutter into his soft shirt.
Andy gives a huffing laugh, "I can help with that."
The thing is, you want him to do a specific thing, and you're kind of embarrassed to ask it. So you just whine some more, until he gets the point, laughing even louder at your silly antics.
"Do you want to write it down, or whisper it to me?"
"I can whisper it," you mumble with another pouty face.
As you do, Andy's face lit up with a mischievous grin.
🔥
"Ah!" you cry as a sharp slap lands on your exposed pussy. Your legs try to close, but Andy's other hand has a steady grip on your knee, making sure you stay open for him.
"Fuck, that's a pretty puffy cunt," he breathes, and another slap lands, hitting your clit and sending a jolt through you that turns the cry of pain into a cry of pleasure.
"My horny, filthy, sweetheart. Wanting to get her cunt slapped."
"Uhu," you nod as another slap lands.
"Are you gonna come just from this?"
You nod again, hiding your face.
This time the slap is much lighter, and the whining whimper that leaves you makes Andy chuckle.
"I think I'll keep you like this for a while longer, all wet and sweet for me. If you wanna come, you'll have to work for it."
He slaps you again.
"Understand?"
Once more you nod, and show your willingness by spreading your legs as wide as you can, so that Andy can use both his hands on you.
How each daddy will expresss their breeding kink....
Roommate Syd...
He was very open about it , and comfortable sharing it...
" hmm fuck babydoll,look at these tits , they'd be so good filled with milk" syd said, it wasn't the first time your roomate casually said about knocking you up, as he sucked your boobs, it was comforting to him and you always let him.
"Syd , stop it jerk " you always tried to brush it off like it didnt affect you at all
Syd let out a low, vibrating hum against your skin, his warm breath hitching as he felt the sound of your voice. He didn't pull away; instead, he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling your hips flush against his so you could feel exactly how much your body was affecting
"Yeah, baby?" he murmured, his voice thick and husky. He lifted his head just enough to look up at you, his eyes dark with a mix of adoration and pure, unadulterated lust. A stray drop of moisture glistened on his lip from where he had been teasing your nipple.
He leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the underside of your breast before trailing his tongue upward. "You like it when I talk like that? You like knowing how much they drive me crazy?" He grinned, that slightly devious, obsessive glint returning to his eyes. "Because honestly,baby.. sometimes it's hard to even focus on anything else when you're walking around the apartment looking this delicious."
Syd chuckled, a deep, predatory sound that vibrated right through your core. He didn't stop; if anything, the way you moaned only encouraged his mischief. He loved how easily he could break your composure, how your intelligent, composed exterior melted the second he touched you.
We're not ready for a baby yet fuck...hmm stop it . " you couldn't help but moan as he teased your pussy with the tip of his cock, moving it along your nub , he was such a tease.
" Not ready, huh?" he whispered, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he continued that torturous, rhythmic teasing. He kept the tip of his cock dancing right over your nub, never quite giving you the full pressure you were starting to crave. "Maybe we're not... but your body sure seems to be telling a different story right now."
He let out a breathy laugh, his eyes locking onto yours, intense and unyielding. He was obsessed with the way your eyes clouded with desire. "You say 'stop,' but you're arching into me,baby. You're begging for it."
He shifted slightly, his hand sliding down from your waist to cup your heat, his fingers spreading wide to press firmly against your clit while his cock continued its agonizingly slow tease. "Tell me to stop again," he challenged, his voice dropping to a commanding growl. "Tell me to stop while you're soaking my hand, babygirl."
"Don't stop , don't fucking stop "
Syd’s eyes darkened instantly, a triumphant, hungry smirk spreading across his face at your surrender. "That's my girl," he growled, the sound vibrating deep in his chest. He loved it when you stopped trying to be the composed, intelligent woman the world saw and just became his raw, needy, and uninhibited.
Syd’s eyes darkened instantly, a triumphant, hungry smirk spreading across his face. He loved it when you lost that "smart, composed" edge and gave in to the primal side of yourself. Hearing you beg was like fuel to his obsession; it made him want to devour you right then and there.
He stopped the teasing and replaced it with something much more intense. He drove himself forward, burying his cock deep inside you in one smooth, heavy thrust that forced a loud, breathless gasp from your lungs. He didn't give you a second to adjust before he started moving, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, punishing force that made the entire couch creak.
"That's my girl," he growled, his voice dropping an octave. "Good girl."
He didn't waste another second of the tension he'd built. He surged forward, burying his face back into the valley of your breasts, his mouth latching onto one heavy nipple and sucking hard, pulling the sensitive peak deep into his mouth. At the same time, he drove his hips forward, finally giving you the friction you were screaming for.
His fingers worked with a frantic, practiced rhythm, circling your clit and then sliding two long fingers deep inside your soaking wet heat. He was relentless, his thumb maintaining a heavy, bruising pressure on your nub while his fingers curled inside you, mimicking the thrusting of his cock.
"Fuck, babydoll... you're so tight, so wet," he groaned against your skin, his voice muffled by your breast. He sounded almost desperate, his obsession manifesting in the way he seemed to want to merge his very soul with yours. "You're so fucking perfect. I could stay right here, inside you, all day long..."
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Summary - Lloyds had his eyes on you for weeks, but what he doesn't realise is, you've had your eyes on him too.
Warnings - NONCON, Dubcon, Stalking, Drugging, Kidnapping. 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk!
Word Count - 2.5k
Part Of The Basement Husbands Series
He thought he was clever, slick, unseen, but he couldn't have been more obvious if he tried. You'd clocked him immediately after that first meeting, waiting outside of your work in a large black car that screamed 'Hey I'm a big tough guy with unlimited money!'.
You almost laughed out loud as you walked away from the coffee shop you'd met at just days earlier, hearing the engine rumble to life and crawl along behind you at a distance, until it settled in front of your small detached home.
You made a show of it of course, deliberately stripping off in front of open curtains, but keeping your back to the window, teasing him with the possibility of a peak but never giving it to him.
During the weeks that followed you made sure to give him what he wanted, guiding him to your favourite places, deliberately ordering your favourite foods, shopping in your favourite stores so he could get to know you.
You wondered when he'd be brave enough to speak to you again, instead of sticking to the shadows.
Soon enough gifts began to show up on your doorstep. Expensive items that showed his wealth, wrapped in exquisite paper and soft bows. You played the part, pretending to be distraught at the idea of having a stalker. Even calling the police for good measure, knowing that he was outside watching, waiting.
What Lloyd didn't know, was that when the curtains were drawn you laid back on your bed, fingers deep in your cunt as you came to the thought of him. To the image of that delectable mustache covered in your cream while his eyes were dilated and dark.
It was no surprise to you when he showed up at the coffee shop one morning soon after, smirking at you with wide blue eyes as he raked over your figure and ordered a black coffee to go.
"I need a name." You'd said with a smile, as you tapped on the register.
"A name?" He repeated cautiously.
"For the order." You giggled and his lips had tugged up into the most gorgeous grin at the sound of your laughter, making you internally preen.
"Oh of course." He grinned, "It's Hansen, Lloyd Hansen, Sugar."
"Sugar?" You queried with a raised brow.
To which he'd simply replied, "Well if you know what to call me I gotta call you somethin'." As if he didn't already know your full legal name, where you lived, your shift patterns and your life history to this point. He thought you were so oblivious, it was kind of cute.
That name alone led you to be able to do a deep dive on the web, finding out everything you could while you made your plans to make him yours. He had money, that was obvious, connections and was definitely stronger than you, all things you carefully considered and planned for. Because one thing you knew for certain, was that he had a plan for you and you'd be damned if he got the upper hand and was the one in control.
When everything was ready, you'd made sure to divert him one evening as he followed you home in the dark. You took a different route, stepping into a dark alley you'd scoped out weeks ago and you smiled widely when you heard his car stop, the door opening and closing as he jumped from his vehicle to stalk you down the darkened pathway.
Issue 1 Solved - His car was now abandoned in the middle of nowhere, not on your usual route home. Assuming he had people that knew about you and Lloyds obsession anyway.
You dipped behind a corner, before his shadow crept into the entrance of the alley, listening to his mumbles as he trailed after you, or thought he had.
"Where the hell you goin' sugar?"
"God job I'm here to protect you, poor baby could get jumped down here."
You pressed your palm to your face to stiffle your laughter before pulling out the sedative from your back pocket, slowly and quietly releasing the cap.
He got further into the alley, his figure now shrouded in darkness as it swept past you, still mumbling, still thinking he had the upper hand.
You tiptoed behind him, raising the needle and pressing it into his muscular neck with advanced accuracy.
"Mother fuck...." He groaned before dropping to the floor in front of your feet.
Issue 2 Solved - Get the big muscly man down so he can't fight back.
You skipped down the alley a few feet, humming happily before collecting a wheelchair you'd had stashed behind the dumpster. Your friend Jake owed you a favour or two and you couldn't risk Lloyd figuring out what was going on. That favour came in handy twice on that night.
After stamping on his phone and tossing it away, you heaved and huffed as you struggled to pull his body from the floor, finally dropping him into the chair as his head lolled backwards, arms dangling uselessly by the wheels.
You quickly tucked them over his lap, not wanting your precious boy to get hurt, before pushing his limp form to the other end of the alley where Jake had left a car for you, keys tucked under the front wheel.
He was placed carefully in the trunk, along with the now folded chair before being closed away from prying eyes for the journey home.
After finally arriving back, you had carefully dragged him into the house and down the basement stairs, accidentally hitting his head a few times on the way down, before placing him on his new bed, cuffing his hands to a hook installed in the wall and tying his legs together.
Issue 3 Solved - Get the bulk of a man home and into the basement restrained.
All you had to do now was wait, wait for him to wake up so you could bask in your victory.
A few hours later, while you pottered around upstairs, you heard the first yell come through your phone. You'd been keeping an eye on him to see when he woke up and you couldn't help but laugh when you focused your attention on the live feed, watching your big tough man thrashing against his restraints and screaming into the room.
"I'm gonna kill you!"
"Let me go you fuckin' asshole!"
"When I find out who you are I'm gonna ruin you.'
"Show yourself you fuckin' pussy!"
"Silly baby." You giggled to yourself, "You need more sleep Mr grump."
You clicked a button on the screen, releasing some sleeping gas into the room and you watched as Lloyds thrashing got weaker, his yells became slurred and his eyes finally closed, dropping him back into a deep sleep.
You tried to get a few hours sleep yourself, tossing and turning with excitement at everything that was to come. You almost caved and went down to see him, but stopped yourself, knowing Lloyd would need a good nights sleep.
In the early hours of the morning, you finally gave up, huffing air through your lips and rubbing your palms over your thighs before you rose from your bed and made your way to the bathroom.
You brushed your teeth and then your hair, pinched your cheeks to give them some colour and slid into a deep red, silk night gown that Lloyd had gifted you weeks earlier, before twirling in front of the mirror with a wide smile and a happy squeal.
Your panties were slipped off and kicked to the side with your foot before you made your way to your kitchen with a skip in your step.
You quickly prepared a glass of water and a bowl of fruit for your man and began the descent into the basement, pressing your thumb to the sensor lock to let yourself in the room.
Lloyd was still asleep, on his back in the middle of the large bed you'd provided for him, snoring softly, so you crossed the space and placed his breakfast on the nearby table before carefully sitting on the bed, angling your body so you could appreciate Lloyd's sleeping form.
You couldn't stop yourself from reaching out and running your hands over his black turtle neck covered torso, feeling his muscles twitch under your palm. You gently pushed the bottom of the shirt up to just under his nipples, smiling at the light dusting of hair scattered down the middle of his abdomen and marveling at the deep v that disappeared beneath his beige slacks.
Your fingers dipped under the waistband of his pants, stilling when Lloyd let out a soft moan in his sleep, clearly enjoying your touch. You giggled and flattened your palm over the apex of his pants, sliding it down and over his crotch until you felt his cock twitch under your hand through his clothes.
Lloyd groaned louder, hips bucking up into your palm as you began rubbing him through the material, cock growing harder and thicker with each passing moment until it was trying to burst from his trousers.
Wetness was pooling between your thighs, almost dripping onto the bed from just the feel of him alone and your resolve snapped, you couldn't wait anymore.
You climbed on all fours over his legs, slipping your fingers into the waistband of his pants and underwear and pulling them down to his knees, licking your lips as his thick, hard cock bobbed out of its confines, the tip red and weeping from the small touch alone, begging for you.
You reached out and took it in your fist, stroking it a few times before shifting on your knees until you were hovering over his core. When you swiped it across your folds you let out a soft moan, already weak as his velvety head pressed to your core.
You pushed yourself down slowly, eyes rolling and pussy pulsing around his length from the glorious stretch, while Lloyd gasped and thrust his hips upwards. When you finally settled, clit pressed to his tuft of hair and cock buried so deep you could feel him in your stomach, you took a moment, inhaling a deep breath before you slowly lifted your hips, starting a steady rhythm as you began slowly fucking yourself of his cock.
Lloyd groaned beneath you, head shaking back and forth and long eyelashes fluttering as he began to come around.
"What the fuck?" He grunted as his eyes slowly opened, wrists gently tugging at his cuffs while he took in what was happening.
His gaze landed on your body, confusion lacing his brow as he took in the night gown with a subtle recognition, before his eyes narrowed on your breasts, bouncing in front of him as you continued grinding and bouncing on his cock.
You watched his face go through the motions, between confusion and lust, before his nose wrinkled and he let out an angry growl, dragging his eyes up to finally meet those of his captor.
They looked at yours, narrowed and dark, before they immediately softened at the sight of your face, your mouth hanging agape as you moaned above him.
"Sugar?" He grunted, tugging against the restraints once more.
"Morning baby." You grinned, placing your palms onto his torso so you could support yourself, while you began fucking your cunt harder and faster onto Lloyds cock. He let out a loud moan, muscles rippling along his arms as he tried to pull them down, whether to grab your hips or strangle you to death he didn't know, all he knew was that he needed you beneath his palms.
"What's going on sugar?" He grunted, "What have you done?"
You grinned widely, pussy fluttering around him as you worked yourself closer and closer to your release.
"Explanations later baby." You panted, "Fucking first."
"Oh fuck." Lloyd groaned, head dropping back against the pillow, eyes locked on the way your pussy was swallowing his cock with every grind of your hips.
"Untie me." He growled, "I want my hands on you, right fuckin' now."
"No can do baby." You smirked, "Can't trust you yet."
"Fuck you feel so good." He moaned, "Knew you'd feel good, please let me touch you sugar, please, I'm beggin' here."
"Next time baby I promise." You breathed, "Just relax, let me make us both come."
"Fuck." He growled, "You're in so much trouble."
"You're not in charge right now baby." You giggled, making him groan as you slapped your core against his groin.
You could feel your orgasm approaching, your stomach tightened and your body flooded with heat from your impending release.
"You close baby?" You moaned, fingertips digging into his taught muscle as you tried to hold your orgasm back, to wait for him.
"So close sugar, gonna fill you up." He groaned softly.
You doubled down, grinding against him faster and faster, watching as he groaned and grunted, eyes rolling and cock twitching until he let out a loud moan and you finally allowed yourself your release, pussy clamping down on his cock as he filled you with his cum.
Your hips stilled, breath coming out in ragged pants as you came down from the high, grin tugging at your lips from the best orgasm you'd ever experienced in your life, weeks of waiting and planning leading to this.
Lloyd's chest rose and fell harshly beneath your palms, cock softening inside you as he came down from his own release.
You carefully rose off of him, revelling in the wet flush of cum that dripped down your thighs as you lifted your leg over him.
You pattered your way to the attached bathroom, relieving your bladder and cleaning yourself up before returning to the main room while Lloyd watched you with narrowed eyes, softened wet cock sticking against his thigh.
"What the fuck are you playin' at Sugar? He growled angrily.
"What?" You smirked back at him as you crossed the space, perching on the bed next to him, "Like you weren't gonna do the exact same thing."
"That's not the point." He sneered, "Now you're gonna let me go, or you won't like what I do when I get my hands on you."
"Oh baby." You sighed, reaching out to place your hand on his jaw, thumb brushing over his thick mustache, "I'm more than happy to come home with you, to be your little Sugar."
"So untie me." He grunted through gritted teeth.
"I will baby I promise." You smiled softly, "But first we're gonna figure all this out, because I'm not gonna be some little basement wife and I can't let you go until I'm sure you won't just try to turn the tables on me, until I'm sure you see me as an equal."
"You're fucking insane." He hissed.
"Takes one to know one my love." You grinned.
You leaned down, placing a kiss to his snarling face, giggling against his lips when he sighed and gave in, kissing you back hungrily, tongue pushing it's way into your mouth to finally taste you while he let out a satisfied groan.
You pulled back with a smile, patting him on the chest, "Come on now big boy." You teased, "Calm down and have some breakfast, let your Sugar take care of you."
it was supposed to be simple, in and out. what you didn’t expect was the night to end with two cocks in and out of your holes
in which bucky, steve and you went on a mission and ended up stuck in a breeding chamber.
warnings! this is literal porn. sex pollen, dp, creampies, rough sex. and many more.
a/n: this is a multipart fic with a subplot of a live triangle but rn lets just focus on the smashing
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There he is, the bane of your existence.
“I do not STARE at him wistfully, I am just simply admiring his dedication to his training. That’s all” You huffed, crossing your arms together as you scowled at him. Bucky chuckled as he took a seat to you on the bleachers, you scooted away from him as if he had cooties. Of course, he scoots closer and leaves you no room to move, “Hello? there’s like bajillion of space here for you to seat, why are sitting so close to me”
His musky scent hit you the hardest, the smell of cologne and sweat. It wasn’t bad. It was actually pretty good but you would never tell him that.
Bucky Barnes had made you his target since day one, figuratively and literally. This man likes to bully you until no end and you have no idea why. It didn’t seem like he hates you but no, honestly he just likes making fun of you, all the freaking time and his existence annoyed you.
“Why don’t you just talk to him?” He stated the obvious. The statement made your eyes roll. As if you haven’t already.
“How do I talk to someone who calls me ‘kid’, Bucky? Like, I get that you guys are old enough to be literal ashes right now but technically he is only like what? 30? He is not even that old but he treats me like a child” You complained, almost with your whole body. Your eyes remain on Steve, watching him destroy what seems like the 20th punch bag of the day. Tony was starting to complain about how buying the gym equipment is causing a microscopic dent in his bank account.
“You are. You are like a petulant child” Bucky quipped as you groaned, punching his left arm which you just registered was a bad decision considering now that your fist hurts. “Dumbass”
“Why are you here anyways? Are you just trying to make my life even more miserable?” You turned to look at him, the scowl never seemed to leave your face.
“How about I help you?” Bucky proposed.
“With what exactly?”
“With Steve” You looked at him in disbelief. “What? Who knows Stevie better than his life-long best friend?”
“Okay, cut the crap” You snapped, “What do you want?”
“You know me so well” Bucky smirked as you rolled your eyes at him. You wished you were strong enough to punch his stupidly attractive face that he didn’t deserve. “Well, I only one want thing”
“Which is…?”
“You convince Nat to replace me with you on the next mission” You internally screamed. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy.
“Bucky, aside from being a magic witch doctor for all of you I can do absolutely nothing to help her. I can’t fight, I can’t run, I can barely hold a gun because it’s too heavy” You whined, holding your face with your hands, “This is stupid, this is not worth it. I’ll just continue wistfully looking at Steve again, go away”
“Tsk tsk tsk… This is where Steve comes in” Bucky appealed, “I will ask Steve to train you in combat and you know what’s the best part? He is assigned to that mission”
Combat? With Steve? Combat means close contact, close contact means sparring, sparring means he will probably end up on top of you in many ways you had imagined.
Not to mention you would probably spend weeks if not months with Steve. Alone. Oh my god.
This is the dream.
“I don’t know… what if I don’t catch up?” You mumbled, it was too huge of a responsibility.
Bucky noticed how suddenly your mood went down. The deprecating thought of not being good enough suddenly dawned on you.
“Uh, maybe I was asking too much. It’s fine… I’ll think of something else” Bucky symphatized, his metal hand finding your back as he awkwardly tried to pat it in comfort.
“Why don’t you want to go on the mission?”
“Uh…” He paused, looking up as he thought about whether or not to say it to you, “It’s at an old HYDRA base. I just… You know? Bad memories?”
“Oh…” Your face fell, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I’m not in the loop with these things…”
“Yeah…” Then it became awkward.
Suddenly, you felt a lightbulb floating on top of your head.
“I have a better idea” You pointed out as he furrowed his brows at you.
“Which is?”
“Let’s go to the mission together, me, you and Steve. If anything happens I can help you” Bucky looked skeptical at first, tilting his head as he hummed.
“Don’t you like… Hate me?” Bucky questioned.
“Well, do you hate me?” You deadpanned, glaring at him as he chuckled.
“No, I don’t hate you”
“Exactly, you are just extremely annoying” Bucky smiled at your response. “I don’t know why you bully me so much”
And it is better that you don’t know.
Because the truth is, well… Bucky likes you. However, it had become clear these past few months that you had no interest in him. At first he tried to make it as if it was flirting, it didn’t work, his plan failed time and time again. Then, he just gave up. He decided to accept that you will never see him that way. Though, it still hurts him seeing how determined you are to get with his best friend, in some way maybe it will help him move on.
It was going to be hard, very hard.
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“Nat told me you wanted to join us for the next mission” An extremely familiar, all-American voice appeared behind you. You jumped slightly, almost dropping your cup of coffee, “Oops, sorry I didn’t mean to scare you kid”
‘Kid’, the words echoing in your brain like the morning alarm that wakes you up from a perfectly good sleep.
“Uh, yeah… Steve, I feel like I would help you guys a lot on sight instead of staying back here when you guys are already injured” You looked up at him with pleading eyes, hoping to the lords above that he will find it cute and give in. He just laughed as he shook his head.
“I don’t know, it is too dangerous for someone like you out there” His voice showed genuine concern. That was what you like about him, he was kind, smart, tactical, tall, handsome, his biceps are—-
“Maybe you should train her, Steve” Bucky appeared in the kitchen, with a half-eaten sandwich in his hands. How long has he been standing there?
“Is that why you’ve been watching me train lately? You want me to train you, kid?” Steve pointed out as your cheeks felt warm, Bucky choked on his sandwich to hold down his laughter. “What? What am I missing?”
“Oh Steve, you’re so innocent” Bucky patted his back as your eyes widened at him, mentally telling him to shut up, “Oh but yes, definitely why she’s been stalking you these past few weeks”
“Huh, okay then. I see you’re passionate about it. Okay, I’ll give you a chance. Train with me for the next few months, if within 3 months you don’t improve, you be a good girl and stay here” He directed, his fingers pointing at you authoritatively.
Oh my god, oh my fucking god.
You were literally and figuratively melting. Yes, why is it so hot. Why are you suddenly so sweaty?
Bucky glanced between the two of you as he watched the exchange. Something had clicked in his mind as he smirked and he wondered, would it work if he did it?
Maybe he should test it out.
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Training with Steve wasn’t what you had hoped for. It wasn’t the cliche ‘I spar with you and you land on top of me as we seductively gaze into each other’s eyes with our breaths all heavy—
“Pay attention, Y/N” Steve demanded, as you groaned and brushed him off. You were sprawled on the floor, blankly looking at the gym ceiling as you felt like you were literally about to go into a cardiac arrest. For the first time, you might actually feel like you slightly despised Steve, “We don’t got all day”
He sure makes it seem like it. Why is he training you like the mission is tomorrow anyways?
“There’s a mission tomorrow that me and Bucky are assigned to. I want you to come with us, as a test run—uf you will” Oh.
“You should’ve told me a week in advance. I would’ve…” You paused as you gazed at him, “… Focused more”
“Well, it’s nothing too hard, the target is an abandoned operation system containing files that we need to extract. We go in, we go out. Easy” You stare blankly at him.
“No enemies that I need to fight or something?”
“No it is completely empty, it’s an old HYDRA base. We scouted the place months before, nobody was there to secure it. The base could hold important information for it” You nodded at him, fully trusting his input. If there weren’t stuff for you to fight, you are pretty sure it was going to be easy.
Right?
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“Are you excited, rookie?” Bucky wiggled his brows at you as you pushed him away.
“Shut up” You groaned, walking forward to be closer to Steve. Bucky scoffed, shaking his head.
Suddenly, a loud hiss can be heard in the air as the three of you snap your heads up to see what was going on. The confusion was written all over your faces, you can only hear the sounds but you can’t exactly see what was occurring. Bucky was the first one to realize it as the panic struck across his face, walking towards the door they once entered in as he tried opening but to no avail, it was locked shut. He cursed to himself not wanting anyone to panic, especially you, who’s most anxious when things like this happen. Steve caught on, as he walked towards his friend, trying to pull open the steel door but it was still latched shut. They were trapped.
“Wait, what’s going on?” You questioned, trying to see what the fuss was with the two as they stared at each other hesitantly and then back at you, “What?”
“We’re trapped” Bucky stated as he could see the color of your face as you took a step back. “Calm down, Y/N. We’ll find a way out. We always do, alright?”
“That’s the thing. You found a way out. I’ve never been in a situation like this before… I thought you said there were no enemies!” You could feel your heart pounding violently in your ribcage as your lungs start to constrict, limiting the air as your breathing starts to pick up. Steve walks towards you, carefully placing a hand on your back, trying his best to calm you down. The last thing they needed was you freaking out. You need to be as calm as possible so that you can think straight and find a way out.
Bucky motioned Steve to look up and pay attention to the noise coming from above them, Steve nodded as he caught on what Bucky was trying to say. “Do you know what it is?” Steve asked as Bucky speculated a few answers in his head.
“It can be a few things, non-lethal… HYDRA doesn’t kill its subject until they are tested” Bucky answered as Steve received the information while looking around the room. You were in the corner, trying hard to calm yourself down and not be a burden towards the agents. You barely heard what they were saying, you were too focused on healing yourself.
The reason why Steve and Bucky were not even remotely worried was that they knew HYDRA no longer exists. They monitored this facility for months and months and nobody was here. They came here to collect more information on the organization. This room was probably automated.
The hissing in the air lasted for about three hours and they still had no idea what it was. It wasn’t making them feel dizzy or in pain or sleepy, at least it hadn’t kicked in just yet.
Bucky’s best bet was that the door will open by tomorrow, it’s what they always did with prisoners. It’s automated so a door towards their observing room would probably open up, which explains why there was a big ass mirror staring right back at them. They didn’t stop looking for an escape whatsoever, for all they know this gas could carry diseases—if it was that, they were in big big trouble.
But oh boy, were they wrong.
Steve was the one to feel the symptoms first. The room was cold but he was excreting a crazy amount of sweat that made him take off his cowl and toss it to the floor as he shagged his hair, feeling it growing damper and damper by the second. It felt like his blood was boiling, his skin was burning. Bucky eyed him carefully, studying his manners to see if it was anything he was familiar with. “Hot?”
Steve nodded, wiping the sweat on his forehead as he took a seat right next to you, checking up on you once again. You were a lot calmer now, at least now that Steve explained what Bucky told him they should be fine.
Bucky starts to get what Steve was saying. The room was hot. It was getting hotter and hotter for both of them, they were sitting on a goddamn oven.
“Hey, is it just me or is it literally burning?” Steve asked as you shook your head, furrowing your brows in confusion as you stared at both men back and forth. “It’s fucking boiling in here” Steve took off the straps from his uniform, he wanted to take off all of his uniform but he didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.
Hearing Captain America swear was more uncomfortable to you.
The second symptom came in when both of their throats suddenly went dry, their mouth was dry but it wasn’t producing any saliva to lubricate their throat. Bucky’s eyes widened when he started to realize what was going on.
“Steve, we gotta get out!” He shouted suddenly, startling Bucky and Y/N as they stood up quickly. They wanted to walk towards him but Bucky pointed at you to stay where you were. “Don’t fucking come near me!”
“Bucky, what’s going on?” Steve implored as he told Y/N to stand down. “You’re acting weird…”
“It’s not fucking safe, Steve! We gotta get out of here, right now!” Bucky saw this one too many times. He was so sure it was what he thought it was. His memories when he had a mission with HYDRA were blurry but sure enough, this was one of the things he had to remember. It was something he couldn’t forget.
The thing they were inhaling wasn’t gas. It was pollen. It is a stimulating pollen that makes humans turn into sick monsters. HYDRA used the pollen for breeding purposes. They wanted to make an enhanced being without needing any serum. They wanted someone gifted to exist biologically. Bucky had never experienced this himself but he had seen what it did to other people.
It was terrifying.
“Y/N… Y/N’s not safe” Bucky swallowed the nonexistent liquid as he took shallow breaths for himself. Steve started to feel the same thing Bucky was feeling and it made him frantic. Steve forced Bucky to tell him what was going on or he was going crazy. Their stomach churned and they felt hungry.
Only this time it wasn’t for food.
“Steve… We need t-to… Get o-out… Y/N’s not safe” It was getting harder for him to talk now. He was starting to feel it. They were starting to feel it. It was coiling in their bellies, growing hot and heavy. They were goners now.
“Bucky, you’re freaking me out. Stop talking about me like I’m not here! At least let me help…” All you did was stood closer to him and touched his back but Bucky’s response was beyond feral. He grunted, taking your wrist with his arm as he gripped on it, not wanting to let you go. Bucky pushed you against the wall as you whimpered, feeling the wall colliding with your back as you whined in pain. “B-Bucky?”
His other hand took your free wrist. Pinning both of them beside your head as he buried his face in your neck. He took a long whiff of your scent—fear, arousal. It fueled him to the brim with the desire to absolutely destroy you, break you into tiny little pieces.
“Nngh—Steve, help… It h-hurts…” You pleaded but Steve did nothing. He stood there, watching Bucky feel you up and he liked it. He liked seeing his best friend grope their fellow agent, feeling up your perky breasts, rubbing your pussy through your pants.
God, he loves it.
The pollen did not affect females. Which was inherentently fucked up but why did you not move. Maybe it is because you were secretly enjoying it.
You had never thought of Bucky this way. However, you can’t deny that he was as equally attractive as his best friend. The way he was looking at you, lust in his eyes. It made you feel something.
Bucky’s hand traveled down to your pants as he eyed them down. With a swift motion Bucky effortlessly tore your pants off as he immediately knelt in front of you, letting go of your wrists because he was positive you weren't going to go anywhere. He was right, why aren’t you doing anything? He stared at the sheer cotton covering the most prized possession and out of nowhere he went and darted his tongue out, licking the nub of your clit as you whimpered to yourself. Steve stood there, his cock was dripping and heavy in his pants. He took them off, palming himself through his boxers as he watched his best friend licks your pussy softly, wetting the garment as your knees started to become weak.
One thing that you knew. You can heal them. Heal their minds from the gas, and this would all be over.
But you didn’t want to.
Steve then steps forward, tearing your suit off of your torso and so did your bra. You moaned out when Steve groped your breasts, leaning down to lick your pebbled nipples that had hardened from the cold air. Bucky took off your soaking wet panties, his fingers attacked your swollen and puffy clit, rubbing it harshly as you jerked against the wall in pleasure. You fell down to the ground, naked and aroused as Bucky spread your legs and started entering his fingers inside your tight little cunt.
“Bucky, Steve… Fuck!” You moaned out their names. Both of them stayed silent. Their minds were fueled with nothing but the desire to ravish you.
The stretch was excruciating and Bucky didn’t show you mercy, he pumped his fingers in and out of your hole at a rapid pace, earning a scream of pleasure that had only made them even more feral. When you looked to your right, you could see your captain, your leader, your crush, stroking his big and hard cock to your crying and moaning on the floor. You were drenched, leaking onto Bucky’s fingers as you kept looking at Steve’s cock that was dripping with pre-cum.
Bucky curled his fingers inside your pussy as yoi felt the pit growing inside your tummy, your pussy was tingling and you knew what was going to happen.
You were going to cum.
“Bucky…!” You shouted as you let it all out, your thighs shaking and your body quivering as you moaned out loudly.. The subtle smirk on the corner of his lips can be seen and there’s nothing more sinister than that. “Please… Bucky… Steve… F-feels so g-good…”
Bucky stripped off of his clothes and pants, showing him and all of his glory. His cock was hard, deep purple veins were poking out as the tip leaked with clear pre-cum. They both hovered over your body like predators as Bucky picks you up. Bucky lined up his cock on your dripping entrance as Steve came behind you, and what he did next made you scream the loudest you had ever screamed.
Both of them impaled your both holes at the same time, thrusting together at the same time, and you can feel yourself psychically break. Their huge cocks filled you up to the point where they can see the curve of their bulges in your belly, moving up and down. You hid your face into Bucky’s neck, whimpering and pleading, for more. Both of the men groaned and grunted loudly, loving the way how tight and warm your holes were. They wanted to fill all of your holes full of their cum. So full until it leaked onto the floor.
Steve held your neck lightly, choking you as you strained from your breath. You were having the time of your life, having their cocks stuffed into a pretty little cum rag all for them to use.
The noise they made was a mix of pleasure and pain, You couldn’t form words out of your mouth anymore, you only screamed and screamed, babbling stupid nothings as they fucked you until you were braindead. You felt every inch of their dicks thrusting inside you.
You felt them twitch inside of you as Steve and Bucky grunted at the same time as the warm liquid was released inside you, painting your walls white as you could feel them filling you up. The small bloat in your tummy can be seen, you were so full of their cum.
When they were done, they laid you onto the floor as the tears of pleasure started pouring down your face. The cum inside your pussy seeped out onto the floor, pooling underneath you.
Steve and Bucky watched their seed escape your pussy and your ass, breathing heavily as they sat on the floor. Suddenly they fell unconscious, leaving you the only one wondering what the fuck just happned.
Summary: you were his one sweet mistake , what happens when you come back to haunt him.
Warning: smut. 18 + . Minors DNI. dark Andy barber . Oral , rough sex. Accidental Cream pie, and he's unapologetic. Pussy pronouns.
Paining: dark Andy barber x manipulative reader
The moment the click of the lock echoed in the quiet office, Andy let out a sound that was half groan, half snarl. He didn't even have time to brace himself before you were on him, your hands sliding up his chest to wrap around his neck, pulling him down into the heat of your kiss.
He met your desperation with his own, his large hands sliding down from your waist to catch the underside of your thighs, lifting you effortlessly so you could wrap your legs around his hips. He backed you up against the heavy mahogany desk, the wood cool against your skin as he pressed your body firmly against his.
"That's it," he panted against your lips, his breathing ragged and uneven. "Show me how much you want it. Show me how much you need your daddy to take care of you."
He broke the kiss just long enough to bury his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your perfume and your skin, his teeth grazing the sensitive spot just below your ear. He was losing the battle with his composure; his movements were no longer the calculated gestures of a powerful man, but the frantic, heavy thrusts of a man who was starving.
.
His hands wandered hungrily, one hand sliding up to cup the heavy weight of your breast, squeezing firmly through the fabric of your top, while the other pressed into the small of your back, crushing you against the hard, pulsing length of him.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he groaned, his voice thick with a mixture of adoration and pure, unadulterated lust. "
" hmm my pussy missed you daddy, she missed you so much. " it would sound silly or vulgar to anyone thst heard it ,but not to him, that's just how fucked up he was , he loved it when you talked like that.
Andy’s head snapped back, a sharp, choked sound escaping his throat at your words. He was a man of high society, a man of law and order, but your shamelessness was the very thing that kept him tethered to you. Hearing you speak so crudely, so unashamedly about your desire for him, sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to his gut. It was the ultimate ego stroke; knowing that this smart, sophisticated woman was nothing but a desperate, hungry mess for him.
"You're a little slut, aren't you?" he growled, the words coming out dark and possessive. He didn't say it to insult you; he said it because he loved the way it made you bloom under his gaze. "Talking to me like that in my own office... like you don't care if the whole world finds out how much of a mess you are for me."
He gripped your hips so hard his fingers likely left marks, his thumbs digging into the soft flesh of your waist. He pulled you even tighter against him, grinding his hardness against your center through the layers of your clothes, letting you feel exactly how much he had missed you, too.
"If she missed me that much," he panted, his eyes burning into yours with a predatory intensity, "then why are we still wearing these clothes?"
He didn't wait for an answer. His hands moved with a frantic, practiced urgency, tugging at the hem of your skirt, his touch heavy and demanding. He was done being the patient, composed lawyer. He wanted to feel you, skin on skin, and he wanted to hear you scream his name until his ears rang.
"Tell me again," he commanded, his voice dropping to a low, authoritative rumble as he worked to get you open for him. "Tell me exactly what you want my little girl, my sweet girl "
" I just want my daddy to take care of me, cuz everyone else is so mean to me . " you said with a pout, letting yourself be vulnerable with him for once, telling him how you feel.
The pout was the final nail in the coffin of his self control. Andy let out a sound that was halfway between a laugh and a pained groan, his forehead dropping against yours for a fleeting second as he tried to catch his breath. He knew you were playing him he knew you were using that sweet, innocent act to mask the voracious hunger he knew lived inside you but he couldn't help it. He loved being the one to rescue you from the world.
"Everyone is mean to you, are they?" he murmured, his voice dripping with a dark, protective sweetness. He pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, his expression softening into that intense, devoted gaze he only ever reserved for you. "Is that so? Is that why you come running to me with your little troubles?"
His hands moved from your waist, sliding up to cup your face, his thumbs stroking your cheekbones with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body.
"Well, you're safe here, Selena," he whispered, his voice dropping into a low, commanding rumble. "In this office, nobody can touch you. Nobody can be mean to you. Because you belong to me when you're behind this door."
His gaze darkened again, the sweetness quickly being overtaken by a primal, dominant need. He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tease that was almost cruel.
"And if you want me to take care of you..." He slid one hand down, his fingers finding the edge of your lace panties, pressing firmly against your heat. "Then you better start acting like the good girl you promised to be. Because if I start taking care of you, baby, I'm not going to stop until you're too breathless to even remember your own name."
He nipped at your bottom lip, his eyes searching yours. "Do you want me to take care of you, Selena? Do you want me to make all that 'meanness' go away?"
"Yess yess daddy please" you slide your panties down your legs , desperate for him to touch your pussy.
The sight of you, so desperate and unashamed, stripping away your lace just to get to him, sent a surge of pure, unadulterated heat through Andy's veins. He watched your hands move, his eyes tracking every inch of your skin, his breathing coming in heavy, ragged hitches. The professional, composed Assistant DA was completely gone; in his place was a man driven by a singular, primal purpose.
"God, you're so impatient," he rasped, though his own hands were trembling slightly with the effort of not just lunging at you.
He didn't let you wait long. He slid his hands under your thighs, lifting you higher on the edge of the mahogany desk so you were completely open to him. His eyes darkened as they landed on your glistening, swollen heat, and a low, hungry sound escaped his throat.
"Look at you," he whispered, his voice thick with praise and lust. "So wet and ready for me. You really can't help yourself, can you?"
He leaned forward, his large, warm hands cupping your cheeks and spreading you wide, exposing your most intimate self to his intense, burning gaze. He didn't touch you with his fingers immediately; instead, he hovered just inches away, letting the heat from his palms radiate against your sensitive skin, making you ache for the contact.
"You want me to take care of you?" he demanded, his voice a low, commanding vibration that seemed to echo in your very bones. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your core, before he finally pressed his tongue against you in a long, slow, devastating stroke.
"Then take it, Selena," he groaned against your skin, his hands gripping your hips to hold you steady as he began to feast on you. "Take everything i give you baby"
" Hmm of fuck fuck daddy yess ahh " you moaned desperately, as he played with your nub, he always knew just the right thing to do.
The sound of your voice, broken and high pitched with pure ecstasy, was the only fuel Andy needed. He lived for those sounds the way you lost all that "intelligent, smart" composure and turned into a needy, vocal mess the moment he touched you. It fed his ego more than any successful closing argument ever could.
He was relentless. His tongue was expert, swirling and flicking with a rhythmic precision that targeted your nub with devastating accuracy. He knew exactly how much pressure to apply, how to tease you until you were arching your back off the desk, your fingers digging into his hair as if you were trying to pull him even deeper into you.
"That's it, baby... let it out," he mumbled against your wet skin, his voice muffled but vibrating through your entire pelvis. "Let everyone in this building hear how much you love it. Let them know you're mine."
He increased the pace, his fingers sliding inside you to stretch you, to fill you, while his mouth worked feverishly on your clitoris. He could feel the tremors starting in your thighs, the way your muscles were beginning to twitch in anticipation of the peak. He wasn't going to let you go easily; he wanted to milk every single drop of pleasure out of you.
"You're so tight, so sweet," he groaned, his eyes looking up at you from between your legs, dark and predatory, watching your face contort in pleasure. "Are you close? Are you going to come for your daddy, Selena? Tell me. Tell me you're about to break."
He swirled his tongue even faster, his thumb pressing hard against your nub in a punishing, perfect rhythm, driving you toward the edge of a cliff.
"Ahh im gonna cum I'm gonna cum " you declared with exaggerated moans
Andy didn't pull away when you declared it; instead, he leaned into the chaos. He loved the performance of it the way you used your voice to claim your
Andy didn't pull away when you declared it; instead, he leaned into the chaos. He loved the performance of it the way you claimed your pleasure so loudly, so shamelessly. He wanted to be the cause of that beautiful, uninhibited breakdown.
"Then do it!" he commanded, his voice a rough, guttural roar against your skin. "Give it all to me, Selena! Come for me!"
He went into overdrive, his tongue working with a frantic, punishing speed that left no room for thought, only sensation. He used his fingers to stretch you even wider, driving deep inside you to mimic the friction of his cock, while his thumb worked your nub with a relentless, vibrating pressure. He was a man possessed, his entire world narrowed down to the taste of you and the way your body bucked against his face.
As your climax hit, your entire body stiffened, your back arching so sharply it felt like you might snap. You let out a long, high pitched wail of pure ecstasy, your internal muscles clamping down on his fingers in a series of violent, rhythmic pulses.
Andy didn't let up for a second. He stayed right there, drinking you in, his tongue catching every drop of your release, his hands gripping your hips so hard he was practically bruising the skin. He wanted to taste every bit of your surrender.
As the waves of your orgasm began to subside into heavy, shuddering tremors, he finally pulled back, his face glistening and his eyes wild. He looked up at you, his breathing as heavy as yours, a dark, triumphant smirk playing on his lips as he watched you lie there, undone and panting on his desk.
"Good girl," he rasped, his voice thick with pride and lingering lust. He reached up, his thumb catching a stray tear of pleasure from the corner of your eye. "Such a good, loud girl for her daddy."
He didn't give you a moment to recover. He stood up, his hands moving to his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. The hunger in them hadn't been satisfied; it had only been whetted. "Now you're gonna take my cock like a good girl, yeah?"
"Yes Andy need your cock , please " you whined
The way you whined his name, stripped of all the "daddy" sweetness and replaced with raw, animalistic need, made his blood boil. He loved the duality of you how you could play the spoiled, needy girl one moment and then turn into a woman who knew exactly what she wanted the next.
"Then take it," he growled, his voice a low vibration of command.
He didn't make you wait. He reached down, his large hand wrapping around his thick, pulsing length, and guided you toward him. He didn't go slow; he wanted to feel the immediate, tight friction of your wetness as he pushed himself inside you. He entered you in one long, heavy thrust that buried him deep, forcing a choked gasp from your lungs as your bodies finally met.
"Oh god, Selena..." he groaned, his head falling back as he felt your incredible heat clamping around him. "You're so tight... so fucking perfect."
He didn't give you time to adjust. He began to move, his hips slamming against yours with a rhythmic, punishing force that made the heavy mahogany desk creak beneath you. Each thrust was deep and deliberate, designed to hit that sweet spot he knew would drive you insane. He was no longer the patient man; he was the dominant force, taking what was his with a primal intensity.
His hands moved from your hips to your breasts, squeezing them firmly, his thumbs teasing your nipples as he drove into you. He watched your face, mesmerized by the way your eyes rolled back and your lips parted in silent screams of pleasure.
"Look at me," he commanded, his voice thick and strained as he fought to maintain his rhythm. "Look at your daddy while he fucks you. I want to see you break again."
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your frantic, high pitched moans filled the locked office, a scandalous symphony of lust that would have made his wife weep if she could hear it.
"Tell me," he panted, his sweat dripping onto your chest as he drove himself into you with everything he had. "Tell me who owns you!"
"You daddy you do"
The way you whined his name, stripped of all the "daddy" sweetness and replaced with raw, animalistic need, made his blood boil. He loved the duality of you how you could play the spoiled, needy girl one moment and then turn into a woman who knew exactly what she wanted the next.
"Then take it," he growled, his voice a low vibration of command.
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, more desperate. The sound of skin slapping against skin and your frantic, high pitched moans filled the locked office, a scandalous symphony of lust that would have made his wife weep if she could hear it.
That was the final surrender. Hearing you cry out for him, acknowledging his dominance in that breathless, desperate way, shattered the last of his restraint. The "Assistant DA" was dead; there was only the man, and the man was hungry.
"Damn right I do!" he roared, his voice cracking with the sheer intensity of his pleasure.
He gripped your waist so tightly his fingers sank into your skin, anchoring you as he began to drive into you with a primal, unchecked ferocity. He wasn't just fucking you anymore; he was marking you. Every heavy, slamming thrust was a claim, a way of driving the fact of his ownership deep into your very soul. He was hitting you hard, fast, and deep, his hips bruising against yours as he chased that elusive, explosive peak.
The desk groaned under the weight of his passion, sliding an inch or two across the floor with every violent lunge. He was a man possessed, his eyes
The word 'Daddy' screamed through the office, a desperate, high pitched declaration of surrender that broke the last of his restraint. Andy’s eyes went dark, almost black, as he leaned forward, his massive frame looming over you, pinning you against the desk so you could feel the full, crushing weight of his desire.
"That's right," he roared, his voice a primal, guttural sound that was more animal than man. "I own every inch of you! Every moan, every drop of sweat, every fucking inch of this beautiful body!"
He stopped being careful. He stopped being the 'good man' who tried to stay away from your trouble. He became a force of nature, his hips slamming into yours with a violent, relentless rhythm. He was driving into you with a ferocity that made the heavy desk slide an inch across the floor, the wood groaning under the sheer force of his thrusts.
"God, baby... you're pulling it out of me..." he groaned, his thrusts becoming frantic, short, and incredibly hard. His eyes were fixed on yours, intense and demanding, as he watched the pleasure wash over you. "Hold on to me! Hold on to your daddy
He was hitting you deep, so deep you could feel him in your very soul, each lunge a punishing, perfect sensation that sent sparks of white light behind your eyelids. His hands moved from your breasts to your hair, his fingers tangling in the strands to pull your head back, exposing your throat so he could bury his face in there.
With one final, devastatingly deep thrust, his entire body stiffened. A low, long groan tore from his throat as he came, his seed pulsing deep inside you in heavy, hot waves. He collapsed against you, his chest heaving, his forehead pressed against yours as he rode out the intense, shuddering waves of his release, his heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird.
"You could've pulled out." You said , you were so lost in the moment that you didn't realise he wasn't wearing a condom, you weren't on any birth control either, but Andy didn't seem phased by your words he looked proud.
Andy lifted his head from the crook of your neck, his hair mussed and his face flushed with the glorious, sweaty aftermath of his climax. When you spoke, your voice still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm, he didn't look startled or panicked like a "good man" should. He didn't look like a man who had just made a massive, potentially life altering mistake in the middle of a high stakes legal career.
Instead, he looked at you with a dark, predatory satisfaction. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his lips, and he leaned down to press a firm, possessive kiss to your forehead.
"Pulled out?" he repeated, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that sounded incredibly smug. He didn't move to pull away; instead, he shifted his weight, settling himself even more firmly between your thighs, letting you feel the warmth of him still deep inside you. "And miss the chance to leave a part of me inside you, y/n? To mark you so thoroughly that you can't forget who you belong to for a week?"
He reached up, his large hand cupping your cheek, his thumb tracing your swollen, reddened bottom lip. His eyes were heavy lidded and intense, filled with a terrifyingly beautiful kind of dominance.
"You're a handful, you know that?" he murmured, his gaze dropping to your che"st, watching the way your breasts rose and fell with your frantic breathing. "You're trouble. You're a beautiful, chaotic, walking complication. And if you think a little thing like a 'consequence' is going to make me pull back from you..."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a tease that was both sweet and incredibly dangerous.
"Then you don't know me as well as you think you do," he whispered. "If you're going to be mine, baby... you're gonna have to take every last drop "
"But I'm I'm not on the pill. " you said looking into his eyes for any sign of regret, what was he thinking.
Andy didn't flinch. He didn't even blink. Most men, when faced with the reality of a potential pregnancy outside of a marriage, would have started calculating the legal fees, the scandal, or the fallout. But Andy wasn't most men, and he certainly wasn't thinking about his wife or his career in this moment.
He watched the flicker of genuine realization in your eyes, the way your pupils dilated as the weight of your words settled between you. He saw the vulnerability there the part of you that was actually a little scared of the permanence of what he had just done.
A slow, heavy silence stretched between you, broken only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing. Then, he let out a low, dark chuckle that vibrated through his chest and into yours.
"Is that what you're worried about?" he asked, his voice dropping into a tone so deep and authoritative it was almost a command. He didn't look regretful; he looked like a man who had just won a long fought battle. He looked satisfied.
He moved his hand from your cheek, sliding it down your neck to rest heavily over your heart, feeling it thudding wildly against your ribs.
"Listen to me, baby," he said, his gaze pinning you to the desk, his eyes burning with a terrifyingly beautiful certainty. "I've spent years being the 'good man.' The 'sensible' man. The man who does everything by the book, who follows the rules, who plays it safe."
He leaned in closer, his face inches from yours, his expression hardening into something primal and possessive.
"But when it comes to you... the rules don't mean a damn thing. If you carry my child, then you carry my mark. It means you're tied to me in a way that no lawyer, no judge, and no wife can ever break."
He nipped at your earlobe, his voice a dangerous, velvet whisper.
"Don't look for regret in my eyes, baby. You won't find it. Because if the universe decides to give me a piece of you to hold onto... then God help anyone who tries to take it away from me."
He pulled back just enough to look you in the eye, a smirk playing on his lips. "Now, stop worrying about the 'what ifs' and start worrying about how you're going to get your skirt back on without making a mess of my desk ".
Summary: you were his one sweet mistake , what happens when you come back to haunt him.
Warning: smut .18 + .Minors . DNI. Age gap. Daddy kink. Manipulative reader but Andy isn't any better.
Pairing : dark Andy barber x manipulative reader
Andy barber was now the district attorney of Boston, he was a powerful man, most people thought he had everything ,the looks ,the job, a wife, he hasn't had any kids yet , there were a lot of speculations as to why but he always just brushed the question off .
You'd first met him at your dad's 4th of July party, in new york, he was just a lawyer probably in his late 30s, a friendlyneighbor, you were just 19 back then atleast that's what you told him. That night you were the most desperate slut in town for Andy barber, he tried to resist ,he knew it was stupid but he eventually gave in and ended up fucking you in his garage.
5 years later.
He thought he'd never have to see you again, It was like his one sweet mistake was back to haunt him ,but he was supposed to be the DA now.
"How can I help you miss " Andy said, trying to ignore the way your heavy breasts were spilling out of your top , your sweet supple thighs that were very visible in your short skirt.
" Uhm I just thought you could help me out with my DUI Mr.barber" you said in that sweet voice that would of course make him hard, you made sure to wear your best push up bra, showing off your girls. You remembered the way he'd adored them sucked on them , praised them about how big they were for such a little thing like you. He said he'd fuck them the next time , but he never did ,no shortly after your encounter he'd moved to Boston, and you had to say goodbye yo your dreams of being his suburban wife .
Andy’s jaw tightened, a muscle leaping in his cheek as he stared down at you. He was trying so hard to maintain that professional, Assistant District Attorney veneer the composed, authoritative man who commanded courtrooms but you were making it nearly impossible.
He looked at you, really looked at you, noting the way your skirt rode up your thighs and how the light caught the curve of your chest. He knew exactly what you were doing. You weren't just here for legal counsel; you were here to provoke the man who had spent the last few months trying to convince himself he could handle you.
"A DUI, y/n ?" he repeated, his voice dropping an octave, turning low and gravelly. He leaned back against his mahogany desk, crossing his arms over his broad chest. The movement made his dress shirt strain against his shoulders, a sight he knew you loved. "That's a heavy charge for someone as... intelligent as you."
He let the silence stretch between you, his dark eyes scanning your face, searching for the mischief he knew was hiding there. He wanted to tell you to go home, to be sensible, to stop playing with fire before he burned his entire reputation down. But he was a man of discipline, and you were a woman who specialized in breaking it.
"And what makes you think the Assistant DA has the time to personally oversee a misdemeanor case?" He stepped closer, invading your personal space until the scent of his expensive cologne mingled with the heat radiating off your skin. He leaned down, his lips hovering just inches from your ear, his voice a dangerous velvet whisper. "Or are you just looking for an excuse to get me behind closed doors again?"
" I could go to my family lawyer but my dad would be really mad if he found out, you know how he is " you lied , you had your best lawyers taking care of the case, but that's not what you're here for. You couldn't help but be lost in his blue eyes for a second.
Andy let out a low, rough chuckle that vibrated in the small space between you. He knew exactly what you were doing using your father as a shield, a way to make this feel like a necessity rather than the blatant temptation it was. He knew your father's temper, and he knew that bringing this "scandal" to him would be a death sentence for his professional reputation.
"Your father," Andy murmured, his eyes darkening as he traced the line of your jaw with his gaze. "He'd probably have my head on a silver platter if he knew his daughter was using a DUI as a pretext to drive into the DA's office just to see him."
He reached out, his large, warm hand hovering near your waist for a second before he regained his composure and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear. His touch was lingering, far too intimate for a professional consultation. He was fighting the urge to pull you flush against him, to feel the weight of your breasts against his chest just like he had only hours ago.
"It's a dangerous game you're playing, y/n," he warned, though there was no real bite in his tone only a weary, desperate sort of hunger. "You're asking for a favor that could compromise my integrity. A man in my position... he's supposed to be impartial. He's supposed to be above temptation."
He leaned in closer, his shadow looming over you, his voice dropping to a private, heated rumble. "But we both know I've never been very good at being impartial when it comes to you. So, tell me... how much trouble are you actually in? Because if I take this on, there won't be any secrets between us. Not in the courtroom, and certainly not in this office."
" There's no one else that can help me Andy " you always knew the right words to boost his ego, or any man's.
That was the killing blow. Andy closed his eyes for a moment, a pained, breathless sound escaping his throat as he felt his resolve crumbling under the weight of your words. You knew exactly how to dismantle him not with force, but by making him feel like the only man in the world who could save you. You played on his protector instinct, his ego, and that deep seated need to be the hero in your chaotic, beautiful life.
"You're a menace," he groaned, though he was already stepping into your space, his thighs brushing against yours. "A beautiful, calculated menace."
He reached out, his hands finding your waist with a possessive grip that lacked any semblance of professional decorum. He pulled you in just enough so that you could feel the heat of him, the tension in his body that told you he was far from being the 'composed' official you were pretending to visit.
"No one else can help you, huh?" he repeated, his voice dropping into that dominant, husky register that always made your breath hitch. He tilted your chin up with his thumb, forcing you to meet his intense, hungry gaze. "You say that like you've already decided the price of my help. You don't want a lawyer, sweetheart,you want me."
He leaned down, his nose brushing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. The scent of him sandalwood, expensive paper, and pure masculinity was intoxicating.
"If I do this... if I step in and make this problem disappear for you..." He paused, his eyes dropping to your lips before flicking back up to yours, dark and commanding. "I'm going to need more than just a 'thank you.' I'm going to need you to be very, very good for me. Can you handle that? Or are you just going to keep teasing me until I lose my mind in the middle of the afternoon?"
"I can be very good for you daddy " you stepped closer , waiting for him to make the move, you were still a bit surprised he wasn't so hesitant this time, is it because you're older or is he having more problems with Laurie?
The word 'daddy' hit him like a physical blow. Andy’s eyes flared, the pupils dilating until the dark iris almost swallowed the iris entirely. That one word, spoken with that specific, breathless lilt in your voice, stripped away the last of the Assistant District Attorney and left only the man who was starving for you.
A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest. He didn't care about the heavy oak door of his office or the assistants working just a few hallways away. He didn't care about the prestige of his title or the sanctity of his marriage. In this moment, there was only the heat of your body and the delicious, sinful way you looked at him.
"God, you're gonna be a lot of trouble," he rasped, his grip on your waist tightening until his knuckles were white.
He didn't wait for a response. He surged forward, his mouth crashing against yours in a kiss that wasn't sweet or patient it was hungry, demanding, and filled with the pent up frustration of a man who had been trying to play 'good' for far too long. He tasted of coffee and desperation, his tongue sweeping into your mouth to claim you as his own.
One of his hands slid from your waist, traveling up the curve of your hip, his palm hot even through your clothes, before his fingers tangled deep into your hair, tilting your head back to give him better access to your throat. He began to trail biting, feverish kisses down your neck, right where he had left his mark on you earlier.
"If you're going to be good," he muttered against your skin, his voice vibrating through your entire body, "then you're going to start right now. Lock that door, y/n . Lock it before I lose what little control I have left and take you right here on this desk in front of everyone"
That was all you needed to hear , you locked his door immediately and went back to him, grabbing him by his collar to kiss him, letting your hands roam all over his body.
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The one where Bruce is your ex and he has realized the mistake he made when he let you go.
Warnings: smut, angst, ex!Bruce, semi-public sex, kind of cheating (Bruce is on a date with another woman), dirty talk, possessiveness, open ending
A/N: So, I didn’t want to claim any particular Bruce Wayne actors so I just put two that fit the moodboard I had in mind. Feel free to choose your favorite as you read. Special thanks to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for looking over this for me! I love you!
Y/N’s P.O.V.
“It’s good to see you.” I forced myself not to grind my teeth together, not to react in any way as my ex’s voice reached me. Plastering on the fakest smile I could muster, I turned around to face him with practiced surprise.
“Bruce! How nice to see you.” I accepted his hug, kissing the air around both of his cheeks, but making sure not to breathe in his cologne. “Well, I should go back in there…” In reality, I’d only just stepped out onto this balcony when he decided to join me, and so it was obvious I was trying to avoid him.
I was way past the point of caring, though. I just needed to get out of there.
PAIRING: ceo!bucky barnes x wife!reader
SUMMARY: three times in which the new intern tries to impress her hot, grumpy boss, mr. barnes. or, three times in which bucky can’t stop talking about his lovely wife.
WARNINGS: use of third person & second person & pov changes (she/her pronouns for reader); pictures don't reflect reader's appearance; reader wears a dress; original character (I’m so sorry if your name is madison 🥲); ceo!bucky (who is a little mean, tbh); whipped!bucky (he’s pathetically obsessed); pregnancy stuff (trying for a baby); fluff; smut; daddy & mommy kink; one (1) use of ‘slut’; mention of cockwarming; unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it pls); breeding kink; office sex (so... kind of public sex?).
WORD COUNT: 6k
A/N: I had so much fun writing this one-shot at the time and re-reading it put me in such a good mood, ngl. hope you’ll enjoy!
The little ding from an elevator has never felt so ominous. Wanda, Darcy and Carol scurry away like thieves from a crime scene, abandoning their morning gossip by the copier. Scott almost drops his freshly brewed coffee, fatigue instantly melting off his features and shoulders tensing up, while Monica throws her phone in her bag, pretending she’s been working all along on an already strategically open Excel sheet.
Once the elevator doors part, the whole floor falls into a silent distress. Mr. Barnes steps out with the same expression he wears every single morning: lips pressed in a thin line, jaw clenched, and a faint, permanent scowl, as if the world had already disappointed him the moment he woke up.
His suit is always impeccably ironed, not a single crease on his white, crisp shirt. His cologne—Tom Ford’s Beau de Jour—is never too strong, but it lingers in the air like a constant reminder of his authority. As far as his employees can remember, his left wrist has never been bare: a prized watch, very simple yet tasteful, that can’t strangely be associated with any expensive brand, rests there. He’s very protective of it, and nobody has ever dared to comment on its simplicity, especially after an unpleasant episode involving one of the company's previous clients, Mr. Pierce.
The older man attempted to touch it with a grimace, as a joke, he kept insisting after. Nobody ever believed Mr. Barnes’ blue eyes could turn even icier. His voice was tinted with a subtle growl as he intimated the man to get his filthy hands off his watch. Scott almost fainted when he noticed Mr. Wilson tightly press his lips together to avoid bursting out laughing.
Needless to say, Mr. Pierce’s company lost all its deals with Barnes Investments.
Mr. Barnes walks with purpose, the same black coat gently swaying with every clipped step and tie mathematically aligned. He doesn’t even glance at his visibly fidgety employees, his blue eyes hidden behind a pair of Ami Paris black sunglasses that he only removes once he enters his office, strategically located at the very end of the open space.
He also doesn’t greet anyone. His presence alone is a daily roll call.
The CEO doesn’t talk much in general—not unless he absolutely has to. But when he does, one either ends up walking away with a quiet pride burning in their chest, or crying and shaking in the restroom. His words are sharp and efficient. A simple “fix this” could ruin an entire afternoon. A “this is unacceptable”, a week.
The worst thing is that he doesn’t even need to raise his voice, because his perpetual glacial calm is enough to make a grown man in his fifties tremble like a fawn taking its first steps. His disappointed silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic tapping of his pen against the sleek desk, could send any adult into an existential crisis.
He doesn’t even need to walk past the desks to know what happens inside his company. Every attempt to impress him is ignored without mercy and humor is met with a slow blink, as if it were a personal insult to his entire bloodline.
Somewhere along the way, the office collectively settled on calling him Mr. Tightass behind his back. Despite that, the CEO puts equal attention in rewarding and commending his employees when credit is due. It still feels like talking with someone who has been constipated for a month, but coming from the strict boss himself, the praise is always very welcomed.
Every morning, he follows the same meticulous routine: he checks his schedule with his trusted assistant, Natasha; retreats into his office to scan the reports left on his desk, flagging all the things he disapproves of, and then closes the door behind him with a resounding bang that feels like an order to not be disturbed.
He is habit wrapped in a suit and polished shoes; an ongoing source of heart palpitations for the entire staff.
This is the environment Madison Carrell, freshly graduated from NYU, walks into two days later, with a smug smile and pink high heels, blissfully unaware of what lies ahead.
Wanda is the one designated to show her the ropes, and Madison’s first day unfolds in a tour of the office—from the rows of desks lining the wooden floor to the large glass-walled meeting room. They pause briefly in the break room, where the analyst takes her time explaining how the kitchenette works. That’s when a dull knock on the open door interrupts their conversation. There, Mr. Barnes slightly leans forward, eyeing Wanda with his usual blank expression.
“I need the volatility report yesterday, Miss Maximoff.”
“Yes, sir. I apologize. I’ll bring it to your office right now—” He raises a palm, stopping her nervous rambling.
“No need, leave it to Natasha and she’ll bring it to me.” Mr. Barnes has already turned away when she remembers the girl beside her.
“Um s—sir, this is one of the new interns, Madison Carrell.” His head turns enough to marginally eye the girl, giving her a curt nod before he’s returning to his cavern.
“Was that… James Barnes?” Wanda’s eyes flit on the intern, grimacing at her wide, sparkling eyes.
“Yeah, that’s him. A real gentleman, as you can see.” She rolls her eyes, stealing a handful of cereal from the glass jar.
Madison quietly gasps, patting her skirt as if to ensure she looks presentable. “I didn’t think I would meet him today. I’ve been a fan ever since he was invited to speak at a conference at my university two years ago.”
Wanda blinks once, one eyebrow raising skeptically. “A fan?”
“Of course!” The blonde wheezes. “He’s a brilliant, successful man who has built this company with his own blood, sweat and tears from the ground up. You should be grateful he even glances your way.” She stares at the vacant spot previously occupied by the CEO, trying to fruitlessly contain a grin. “And he's very handsome.”
“You know he’s married, right?” Madison’s head snaps toward the analyst, her smile suddenly replaced by a scowl.
“What?”
It’s impossible. She knows his Wikipedia page by heart and there isn't a single mention of a marriage, nor of his personal life in general.
“Yeah, and also very much in love with his wife.” The older woman nods, quite amused. Now she almost regrets telling her, nothing exciting ever happens in this office, after all.
Madison’s mouth curves up, looking almost sympathetic. “Oh Wanda,” the analyst's eyes narrow on the intern patting her forearm condescendingly. “Everything ends. Even marriages.”
The analyst simply smirks knowingly, already walking to the door. “Mh, if you say so.” She then eyes the blonde, nodding towards the open space. “C’mon, I’ll show you your desk. It’s right next to mine and Darcy’s.”
The break room is unusually quiet for a mid-morning. Madison stands by the kitchenette, pretending to tidy up a stack of colorful mugs while her ear is tuned to the hallway.
“Move Stark’s call to Wednesday, and if he complains, remind him we received an equally convincing offer from Williams Enterprise.” The moment Mr. Barnes’ deep, commanding voice thunders in the hallway, she straightens, a toothy smile brightening her face as his measured footsteps get louder and louder, until he crosses the threshold of the break room.
He steps inside, heading straight for the coffee machine with his red ceramic cup in hand—it’s his third refill already. He presses the button, then crosses his arms with a rigid posture, his left foot tapping rhythmically. Impatiently.
Madison takes a second to adjust her locks, before she turns toward the man. “Good morning, Mr. Barnes!”
He gives her a brief glance, nothing more than a flicker of acknowledgement, and a curt nod, before returning his frown to the humming appliance.
She clears her throat, refusing to let his disregard deter her. “I, um… I baked something. Thought I’d bring some in for the team.”
Mr. Barnes looks bored at this point, still not moving his icy eyes from the cup.
She swallows. “They’re chocolate chip cookies, fresh from this morning. I figured you might like to try one.” As the CEO turns with his steaming coffee in hand, he almost bumps into the extended tray of sweets. He grunts, clearly annoyed at this intern’s insistence, and in that exact moment, his wife’s words echo sweetly through his mind.
“They’re your employees, Jamie. Just… Try to be a little nicer?”
With a sigh, Mr. Barnes places the cup back on the counter, before taking a cookie under Madison’s hopeful eyes. But her enthusiasm is abruptly torn to shreds as she watches him break the tiniest piece off, almost a crumb, then taste it with the air of someone challenged to eat concrete for money.
A low hum escapes him, thoughtful. He eyes the rest of the cookie distracted as he starts mumbling.
“I wonder if my wife will bake cookies, she already made a pie two days ago.”
Madison blinks. Why does he need his wife’s cookies? She's literally in front of him right now, with a tray full of them that she specifically baked just for him! Does he know how hard it was to keep the team away from them, then look for a good hiding place in the break room so they would go unnoticed? She had to wait here for hours, pretending to clean and look for random stuff every time a passing co-worker eyed her with suspicion.
Madison forces a chuckle, an idea quickly forming in her mind to not let the conversation die. “What kind of pie?”
His fingers lightly scratch the stubble on his chin, still pensive. “Apple. It’s my favorite.”
Her eyes lit up. “I make a mean apple pie! Next time I can—”
“It was excellent. The crust was neither too flaky nor too hard. And the flavors were perfectly balanced.” He shakes his head, still impressed. Madison winces as he literally cuts her off, but by the hazy look in his eyes, she doubts he even noticed her talking at all. “She’s a baker, so she knows her deal. Always testing new recipes on me.”
Is he pouting?
“I finished the whole thing in two days.”
Madison stands there frozen, the paper tray cradled awkwardly in her hands as she watches Mr. Barnes swiftly set the cookie down on the counter.
“I need to text her.” He murmurs, not even glancing at his cup as he moves hastily toward the door. “Tell her to make another one for tonight.”
And just like that, he disappears, leaving the untouched tray and Madison’s crushed expectations behind.
It’s not until Scott pokes his head in that her vacant stare finally moves. “Can we eat them now?”
Alright, so the first attempt to impress her boss didn’t go as well as she predicted. That’s okay! Madison wasn’t elected student body president by throwing the towel at the first obstacle.
The next occasion presents itself the following week. Wanda was tasked with drafting a counter proposal to Mr. Stark’s new project, which meant Madison could not only be present during the presentation, but also outline a section of the submission and prove to Mr. Barnes she deserves her place there—someone who belongs in his professional world, beside him, not a lowly baker.
Right now, they are on a small break after four boring hours spent discussing the billionaire’s proposal. From her peripheral vision, Madison catches Mr. Barnes coming back in the room, along with Mr. Wilson, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Stark. Her chest slightly puffs out, finally ready to spring into action.
“So I told him I didn’t give a fuck about fishing, and then he spent all night crying over his ex-wife—”
“Ask me about my lunch.” Monica balks at Madison, tilting her head.
“Excuse me?”
“Ask me about my lunch. Ask me where I bought those nice tomatoes!” She whispers, leaning sideways against the long table. Monica stares at her appalled, until their boss’ booming voice reaches her ears and her eyes roll to the sky. Of course it’s one of the new intern’s weird plans to catch Mr. Barnes’ attention. She can't believe Madison is still at it after ‘The Cookie Failure’, as Scott named it.
“Where did you find those nice tomatoes?” She mutters reluctantly.
“Louder.”
“Where did you find those nice tomatoes?” Her yell attracts the attention of the four men and other nearby employees minding their own business.
Madison gives her a little coquettish giggle. “You mean the ones in the salad I had for lunch? Of course I grow them in my garden!”
Last week, Mr. Wilson teased Mr. Barnes about his prettily packed lunch—no, she was not eavesdropping... She just happened to be walking past his office at the exact moment highly confidential conversations have the bad habit of being perfectly audible. At some point, he mentioned that the lettuce came straight from his garden, so she concluded he must have a green thumb.
Of course she didn't have the time, nor the patience, to grow fucking vegetables. No one would ever be able to tell the difference between store-bought tomatoes and homegrown ones, anyway.
Tomatoes were tomatoes. The internet agreed.
“My wife has a beautiful garden.”
Madison goes still.
“Does she now?” Mr. Stark amusedly teases him.
She doesn’t blink for a moment, like her brain has briefly stopped accepting information.
“Last year she grew tomatoes so perfect the neighbors thought they were made of wax.” He pats the pocket of his black pants. “Hold on, I have pictures.” And everyone gathers around him. Like bees around a flower. Even Monica!
“Look at the color! It’s incredible.” A few murmurs of agreement ripple through the room, no doubt praising her and her damn tomatoes.
“And these are her cucumbers. And her lettuce. And—oh, here she is mulching. She didn’t know I was there.” Madison almost has an aneurysm as a faint, unguarded smile appears on his lips. “She’s so lovely.”
Coughing, Madison raises her voice in a pathetic last attempt. “I, uh… planted some basil.”
And without missing a beat, Mr. Barnes destroys her while still swiping through the pictures.
“My wife grows five varieties of basil.”
Then, he stops short, his finger hovering over the screen as his lips press together to hide a grin. That's when Mr. Rogers clears his throat, laying a hand on his friend's shoulder. His head jerks up, blinking as if he just woke up from a dream.
“Alright.” His frown returns. “Break’s over. Miss Maximoff, it’s your turn.”
“Shit.” Madison whispers, squeezing her eyes shut. She was so focused on looking up gardening tips these past few days that she completely forgot she also had to help Wanda present her counter proposal. Which entails talking in front of an entire board of stakeholders about things she only read in her university books.
Suddenly, those stupid tomatoes feel like they’re crawling back up her esophagus, and a cold sweat breaks across her skin. She makes it to the massive presentation screen on unsteady legs, her hands shaking so badly she can barely grip the clicker. Behind her, Mr. Barnes stands and starts walking toward them, while the rest of the table settles back into their seats.
“Maximoff, I read the counter proposal last night. Good job. The section about forecasted performance—”
Madison perks up. “I drafted that section—”
“My wife caught five mistakes there. Be careful.” He concludes, not sparing her a single glance as he turns to make his way back to the head of the table. Still, she catches his breathy comment.
“Such a brilliant woman.”
Her fiasco at Mr. Stark’s deal sets Madison back a few steps. Well, did she even move forward at all? After a week of reflection—mostly spent on TikTok tutorials about “what men like in a woman”, a suspicious amount of “CEO mindset” content and questionable productivity hacks she saved at 2 a.m.—the intern decides to take a new approach.
It’s Friday when Madison plans to stay back at the office, knowing Mr. Barnes always finishes late on Fridays. He doesn’t like being bothered over the weekend, so he ensures everything is done before he leaves.
Silence settles heavily over the building once the team leaves, making it easy to catch the rustle of papers and the faint creak of his chair around nine, signaling he’s finally done. Her coat is already on as she stands near her desk, deliberately checking her bag as if making sure she hasn’t forgotten anything. When he finally opens the door, she lets out an exaggerated sigh, lifting her eyes and putting on her best expression of surprise.
“Mr. Barnes! I didn’t think there was anyone left at this hour.” The man stops abruptly in his quick advance toward the elevator, turning to face her. “I had to finish a few things for Wanda and I didn’t notice the time. I’m just so happy to be here time kind of disappears when you get into it. You surely get that, right?”
He stares at her, deadpan. “Who are you, again?”
Her eyes bulge out. “I—” She gapes. “Madison Carrell! The new intern!” She rushes out, bordering on a shriek.
“Right.” He mutters, resuming his steps as she quickly jogs to reach him. “No, I actually don't get that. If it were for me, I would stay at home, or help my wife run her bakery.” After pressing the button to call the elevator, he stares ahead, still looking so put together after twelve hours of work.
James Buchanan Barnes—one of the richest, most hard-working people in the whole continent, two-time #1 on Forbes’ Top 100 CEO, and major partner at Stark Industries—longs to be a househusband just so he can stay with his wife? And run a fucking bakery?
“She’s always telling me I need to come home earlier.” He sighs, and to her shock, his mouth twists into something akin to a fond smile. “She worries so much about me. She sent me a selfie an hour ago and now I can’t wait to see her.”
Madison simply nods along, face frozen in polite agony while her bag takes the worst of it, her knuckles turning white as she crumples the poor handle. She just wasted four hours of her Friday night doing nothing only to hear the man of her dreams sing praises about a woman she’s never met, yet knows entirely too much about.
The ride in the elevator is excruciating. Mr. Barnes is too busy grinning down at his phone to entertain her, and Madison’s slumped shoulders are a testament of her crushed hopes. Once they’re outside, she notices a couple of people gathered in front of the window of a clothing store right across the street. They look like they are decorating for Christmas, strings of lights already up and various boxes blocking half of the sidewalk. Mr. Barnes shakes his head at the sight, and Madison catches it from her peripheral vision.
Of course a cranky and curt man like Mr. Barnes would be a grinch!
Such a shame she completely missed his soft smile.
“I can’t believe some people are already decorating for Christmas.” She scoffs. “C’mon, it’s still November! Who is the idiot that does that?” Turning her head toward him, her chuckle dies in her throat at his gelid expression.
“My wife.”
Madison’s heart drops to her stomach. “W–What–”
“My wife is the idiot who decorates for Christmas in November.” His caustic reply sends shivers down her back. Madison's jaw falls to the ground, and for a moment she just stands there, toes curling in shame and cheeks flaming red. Her mouth opens and closes twice, not really knowing what to say or do in front of the man eyeing her with so much vitriol.
Maybe the ground should open right this instant and swallow her whole. It would hurt less.
“I—”
“Goodnight, Miss Carroll.”
“What—” She whispers, completely caught off guard. “It’s Carrell!” She shouts, but he’s already halfway to his black Jaguar.
“FUCK!”
Wanda is so engrossed in her conversation with Darcy about the umpteenth date with a loser she met on Tinder that the loud thump on her right makes both women jolt in surprise.
It's Madison and she is... a mess.
Her ponytail is barely hanging on, a few blonde hair sticking in the air as if she was just electrocuted. Her makeup only consists of some smudged gloss—a rough contrast to the full face she has been displaying every single morning since she set foot here at Barnes Investments. Darcy and Wanda exchange a look of worry as they spot the big brown stain on her light blue shirt, probably coffee.
They’ve never seen Madison look so distraught in the two months she’s been here.
“Honey, are you okay?” Wanda tentatively asks.
“Okay? Why yeah sure! Why shouldn’t I be okay?” She grits out with a fake, entirely too big smile, while literally throwing her things on her desk.
“You sure?” Darcy raises an eyebrow.
“Of course! I mean, my crush is happily married to a woman who apparently has a pussy made of gold, because he can’t stop talking about her for one damn second.” Her pencil case almost flies to the ground. The desk shakes under the heavy laptop mindlessly tossed on its surface.
Her little outburst makes a few heads turn, prompting the two analysts to shoot on their feet.
“Hey, lower your voice!” Wanda whisper shouts. “I understand you’re disappointed, but did you forget said crush is also your boss?”
“No, Wanda. You don’t understand.” She growls out, looking like a feral dog. “Two days ago I had to bribe his assistant with a fucking thirty-five-dollar chocolate bar just to find out his coffee order! Do you know where Mr. Barnes buys his coffee from every. Single. Morning?” Wanda shakes her head, mildly scared as Madison leans forward, her right eye twitching. “From a fucking coffee shop on the other side of New York. It took me fifty minutes just to get there, only for him to tell me he doesn’t drink that shit anymore because that stupid wife of his says it makes him too jittery.” She mocks with a pout and a whiny voice.
“He switched to herbal tea, or something. Last week!”
“It’s been two months and I know more about this alleged wife of his than about the fucking company! He describes her as she is some sort of goddess who knows everything! And who the fuck keeps two hundred pictures of vegetables in their phone?”
At this point, Madison is having a genuine outburst, screaming and slamming her bag on the desk under her co-workers’ bewildered gaze.
“For God’s sake, is she even real?”
As if by magic, the ding of the elevator suspends the room in silence. Everything seems to freeze as the doors slide open, revealing a woman Madison has never seen before, cautiously stepping forward. Her A-line mini dress has a soft plaid pattern, the sleeves sheer and flowy. The skirt flares out with a gentle silhouette, half hidden under a long black coat.
The entire floor gapes, taken aback by the romantic, almost ethereal vision. There’s only one person who doesn’t seem fazed at all, and that’s Mr. Barnes, who abruptly opens the door of his office as soon as the elevator door shuts.
“Sweetheart.”
Your eyes immediately find Bucky's as he quickly makes his way to you at the end of the room.
“Jamie.” His own lips twist into a grin when he finally reaches you, circling your waist with his muscular arms.
“What are you doing here, doll? It’s your day off.” He mumbles, leaving a small kiss on your forehead. His blue eyes carefully take you in, poorly concealing his appreciation for your cute outfit, until they land on your bare legs.
“Where are your tights?” He frowns, gently tugging you forward. “C'mere, let's sit in my office so you can warm up.”
“I wanted to see you.” You hum, keeping your feet firmly planted on the ground as your fingers pull at his suit jacket, so you can drag his face closer to yours. Once your lips are brushing against his ear, you whisper as quietly as you can, hoping only your husband will catch your words.
“They're not the only thing I’m not wearing right now.”
Bucky’s eyes widen, before his saliva goes down the wrong pipe, sending him into a coughing fit under your amused gaze. His employees try to not stare at the scene, but it’s so endearingly rare witnessing their stern boss turn into this blushing, pliant mess in front of a pretty girl.
“Shit.” He swallows, awkwardly clearing his throat as he quickly recomposes himself. “Let’s go, sweetheart.”
Everyone knows that at his core, Mr. Barnes is just a man pathetically in love with his wife, still, curious eyes follow you as he hastily guides you to his office with a hand on your back, his gaze not steering away once from your face as giggles unusually fill the open space.
“Thank God she came by.” Scott leans in, addressing the three women. “He’s always more lenient after her visits.” He elaborates, mainly for a flustered Madison, who releases her expensive bag, letting it fall on the floor with a dull thud, before storming off to the restroom. Wanda sighs, slightly shaking her head in exhaustion.
The man just stares at the two analysts with knitted eyebrows, completely confused. “What?”
“My pretty little slut, coming to Daddy’s office without wearing any panties.” Bucky grunts against the skin of your bare chest, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs to keep you nice and still on his desk.
It’s been six months since you and Bucky have agreed to try for a baby. Six months of pure, unhinged, hot sex in his office. It just so happens that your husband has been at work during your fertile window for the past few months, meaning that he could use that as an excuse to have you bare and whimpering in his office for a few days a month.
Never in his career has Bucky dreamt of actually having sex here, of all places. Sure, he fantasized about your warmth by his side during those hard nights spent here amongst mountains of documents—he, Steve and Sam worked overtime almost every day at the beginning; his company was too small and new to afford the luxury of going home at a decent time.
And you supported him through it all, his perfect darling.
So imagine his face when you showed up at his workplace one day, locking the door behind you before literally throwing yourself at him, your breath warm against his ear as you gasped out how badly you needed him to fuck you until you couldn’t remember your own name.
Honestly, it wasn’t his proudest moment. He ended up coming before you after only a minute top, too aroused as he stared at you eagerly riding him on his chair, a hand on your mouth to prevent any loud noise from spilling out as his employees kept working, not having the faintest idea about what was happening inside their boss’ office.
From that moment on, your little visits meant only one thing.
“Fuck, Daddy you’re so big.” You whine, clinging onto his shoulders.
He lets out an animalistic groan as he squeezes your hips bruisingly. “Say it again.” He growls, grinding his hips harder against you. “You know I love it when you call me that, baby.”
“Daddy please.” He slams his lips against yours, moaning as his tongue invades your mouth. When he pulls away, he goes straight for your chest, sucking on your nipple. Bucky loves to play with your breasts, you always get so responsive when his fingers tug and flicker your pretty nipples. Sometimes he just palms them for comfort during particularly frustrating calls he gets on the weekends from bratty assholes who refuse to go through his assistant first. Or out of boredom, while watching a movie. Until you get all worked up and end up cockwarming him throughout the rest of the movie.
“Can’t wait for these to swell up, gonna take such good care of you when they get too heavy and sensitive.” His head moves, the tip of his tongue already out to give some attention to the other nipple. “Wanna taste your milk so bad, baby. Will you let me? Bet it's just as sweet as your pussy.”
“Bucky!” Your head falls back as his teeth gently graze your erect nub, pulling a little pathetic whimper out of you that echoes loudly in the room.
“Shh-shh.” Your husband soothes, his voice back at your ear, his breath tickling your damp skin. “Been thinking about your pretty pussy all day.”
Bucky sounds a little dazed, his voice hoarse with something primal as one of his hands travels from your hip to your abdomen. “You’ll look so beautiful with your belly all big and round and full. All because of me.”
“Please.” You cry out, trembling as tears threaten to spill from the corner of your eyes. It’s too much. Everything is too much. Your hot skin rubbing against his soft clothes, his filthy words, the way his blue eyes look at you with barely concealed hunger... His big cock stretching you open for him to move as he pleases.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby.” Bucky marvels, staring in awe as his length disappears inside you, the loud, squelching sounds heating your cheeks up in embarrassment. You’ve done this so many times, yet that sense of danger, of possibly being caught doing something so debauched in such a professional environment, never fails to make your stomach flip and your core throb.
“Everyone will know how good I fuck you, how good I am for my beautiful wife.” He growls out against your lips. “My gorgeous Mommy.”
Your whole body shudder as your tongues dance, your pussy clenching at the sensation of his thick cock plunging deep inside you. It makes your head spin, leaving you completely speechless as Bucky's hips speed up.
“Fuck, Daddy!” A whimper involuntarily falls from your parted lips, and your eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck, too big—” You gasp out the last word, his hips giving a particular brutal thrust that allows him to reach impossibly deeper.
“Yeah? I know, baby. I know. So big you can’t even talk properly.” He smirks. “Still, you take it so good, such a good girl.”
He covers your cheeks with sweet kisses, tracing a slow path down to the slope of your neck, where he makes sure to bite hard enough to elicit a surprised squeal from you.
“‘M gonna make you a mommy.” He pants harshly into your skin, his orgasm gradually approaching when you clench again. “The prettiest.” Thrust. “Sweetest.” Thrust. “Mommy.”
“Yes yes yes Daddy please!”
Bucky’s low grunts and moans get louder as his fingers gently rub your clit, making your eyes roll back at the blinding pleasure. Your nails almost tear through the fabric of his half-open shirt.
“You’re so tight. Shit, I can feel you coming baby.” He moans, watching you nod quickly, and his voice drops a little. “Yeah? You finally gonna milk Daddy’s cock, pretty girl?”
Your palm slaps on your parted mouth to stifle your lewd sounds. Your legs wrap tighter around his hips, and as he keeps thrusting faster and faster, your vision goes blurry and the knot in your belly finally snaps.
“Daddy.” You whimper behind your hand, toes curling at the overwhelming bliss quickly hitting you. “Oh my God, I'm coming!” Your body wraps around him tightly as your hole clenches down, squeezing him so hard he almost chokes on his own spit. His fingers are cruel on your throbbing nub, toying with it until your hips jerk in overstimulation. You feel that hot pleasure everywhere—the base of your spine, deep in your gut, in your walls keeping him nice and warm. It’s always this intense with your husband: he knows what to say and where to put his hands so your orgasm hits you like a freight train, leaving your body exhausted yet quivering for more.
“Fuck fuck—Daddy’s coming too.” He grits out, his thrusts messy and frantic, before his cock twitches, spilling deep inside you. “Shit—that’s it. Take it all, beautiful.”
Your chest is still heaving when you flop against him, forehead falling on his shoulder as your trembling fingers stay anchored to his shirt. His hands move to your asscheeks, thumbs leisurely stroking small circles into your skin as he tries to regain his breath as well. Yet, smugness drip off his voice.
“Gave it to you so good you can’t even sit up straight, mh?”
You don’t have the energy to clap back, mewling with oversensitivity as he continues to gently thrust his softening dick lightly in and out of you, the mix of your juices trickling down and soiling the inner part of your thighs. Your lips part anyway to say something, but everything dissolves into an incoherent squeak when he gives your ass a light spank.
Bucky chuckles, proud of himself, his arms moving around your waist, hugging your body closer to his. “So gorgeous.” He coos, his eyelids fluttering close as the tip of his nose nuzzles your neck, breathing in your perfume, by now impeccably mixed with the scent of your favorite body cream.
“So good for me. Fuck baby, I love you. I love you so much.” His hands gently cradle your cheeks, tenderly coaxing you out of your hiding spot as the strong urge to kiss you takes over his whole body. “Gonna have my baby and be the best mommy in the world.” He utters between sweet kisses.
“Love you too, Jamie.” Bucky's lips curve softly at the way your eyelids barely stay open, letting you cuddle against his chest. His heartbeat never fails to speed up when those three magic words fall from your lips.
“Think we did it this time?” You yawn tiredly, trying to keep your voice neutral. Still, your husband knows you too well after all these years by your side, instantly recognizing that hint of fragile hope in your question, and the faint change in your body, gone a little rigid.
His arms squeeze your waist once, before he drops a kiss on the top of your head, hoping it conveyed all his tenderness for your small family. That gesture, although little, instantly warms your heart, melting the tension off of your limbs as you squeeze his torso once.
“I have a hunch we did, my love.”
She just wanted to gather more information about your marriage from Natasha in a last, desperate attempt to convince herself she still had a chance. She is Mr. Barnes’ personal assistant, the only one who gets more than a single austere sentence out of him; the only one he calls by her first name. She must know something about his personal life.
But Natasha was not at her desk. As a matter of fact, the small hallway was completely deserted, she noticed with a frown.
And unfortunately, she had to find out the reason the hard way.
It's impossible to not notice the intern's pale face as she makes her way back to her cubicle, slow and stiff as her eyes stay fixed on nothing in particular.
With a gentle voice, Wanda tries to strike up a conversation. “Hey, are you okay?”
Madison simply retrieves her bag, then turns away, Wanda barely catching her mumbled words as she starts walking toward the elevator.
Demonstrate Pt. 2! (Pornstar!Bucky Barnes x Reader)
A/N: HEY GUYS! Finally, it’s here! I’ve been having trouble trying to up the dirtiness from the last one, but I’ve finally made some str8 sin! 😭I was literally beaming while writing this cuz it’s SO DIRTY. :’D I hope you guys like it! ENJOY! - -Delilah ❤
Demonstrate Pt. 2: After the last successful video, Reader and Bucky are at it agin, only this time they’re welcoming a third member. (;
Warnings: SMUT! Dirty talk. Threesomes. Pornography. Humiliation. Sexual experimentation.
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You were never going to view swimming pools the same way ever again.
The midsummer sun beamed down on you as you stood by the edge of the grand pool. Running a shaky hand through your hair, you pondered your current situation. The last video with you and Bucky was a huge hit at Stark Industries. It was praised by other websites like Carter Videos and HammerZone, which were the rival sites.
Bucky and your relationship was blossoming beautifully. He was a little old fashioned, but that was just how you liked it. On your first actual date, he brought you a giant bouquet of your favorite flowers and took you on a really nice dinner/movie date. It was so rare to find a man who was down for actually pursuing the women he liked instead of a one night thing.
Not to mention, the sex was fucking amazing. He was a gentleman about it, though. He waited the full ninety day no sex rule –which he did so despite your arguments that you guys had already done it. Bucky was trying to take things slow, but after many hours of trying to get in his pants, he finally gave in. Needless to say, he fucked your brains out that night. He made you feel things you didn’t even know you could feel, especially when he made you squirt for the first time. You had no idea that you were even capable of that, but with Bucky Barnes, anything was possible.
Which brings you to your current dilemma.
With the ratings to high, Tony decided that you two should be somewhat of a double act thing. And after how successful the last video was, he offered you both a contract. You’d both be doing at least twenty more videos together.
At first you were concerned about Bucky’s reaction, he’d been doing this for such a long time and he took his job seriously. You honestly expected him to turn it down, but to your and Tony’s surprise, he didn’t.
That’s how you ended up by the giant grand pool on the Stark tower in an extremely revealing little pink bikini –if you couldn’t even call it a bikini. Your nipples were practically peaking over the material. But that’s not what was currently bothering you. Tony decided to play around with the casting a bit this time, meaning there would be a third person in the video this time.
The first choice was of course, Natasha. You weren’t jealous!
Not at all.
Maybe a little bit.
Okay, you were really freaking jealous.
Not only was she practically perfect in every way – she had the measurements of every man’s dream woman! You knew that she secretly had a thing for Bucky. Apparently, they had a fling back in the day, years before you came along. You probably weren’t even of legal age when it happened, but it still happened.
And honestly, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t concerned.
You were very concerned! What if Bucky’s reminded of what they had and you two split? What if he’s so preoccupied with her that he doesn’t get turned on by you? And most of all, what if she satisfies him better than you?
You were at your breaking point, until for once, the universe was on your side.
Rhodey somehow convinced Tony to change his mind.
The scene was supposed to have an innocent feel to it, and unfortunately, Nat looked anything but innocent to be honest. Now, if it had been a BDSM themed video, than she would’ve fit just fine. But he needed innocence and nobody fit innocence like you.
And Wanda.
Yep. Wanda was going to be in the center of a Bucky Barnes and Y/N Y/L/N threesome. You were more than relieved, you nearly cried with happiness when you found out, but you were still nervous.
You had no idea how to please a woman.
Hell, you barely even had sex with men before you met Bucky. He was still in the process of teaching you how to properly deep throat –which is really freaking hard to do considering his size. He’s a fucking beast! So how on earth were you going to pull this off?
You glanced around the set, looking at all the crew as they set up the camera. When you peered across the pool, you caught the sight of Bucky talking to Rhodey, but his eyes were on you. You blushed, sending him a small wave. He winked at you, before turning his attention back to Rhodey.
“Hey, Y/N!” You nearly jumped out of your skin. Wanda always had a habit of popping up out of nowhere. The girl was a ninja, you swore.
She was dressed in a matching little purple bikini, which complimented her skin perfectly.
You smiled back at her. “Hey Wanda,” you say.
For the love of God, you can’t help but look at her chest. Her boobs were practically spilling out of the top. You’ve seen her without a shirt on before, but never this close. You didn’t really fancy watching her videos.
She dipped her foot into the pool playfully and kicked one of the floaties, sending it across the water. “I’m so excited! The people really dig the girl on girl scenes. It’s gonna be a huge hit!” She beamed at you, flashing you a million dollar smile.
And damn it, you felt yourself growing damp in your swimsuit.
She was your friend! It scared you a bit, but you couldn’t deny that she was attractive. She was gorgeous, but it seems like you never really looked at her in that light until now. Her blonde hair flowed down her back effortlessly. Her light green eyes made her stand out the most. Yeah, she was really nice to look at. And according to your vagina, she was banging material.
You nodded, tearing your eyes away from her chest. “Yeah! I can’t wait for everyone to see it. I’m not gonna lie, I’m a bit…unexperienced with the whole girl/girl thing.” You admitted.
She gave you a small smile, placing her hand on your lower back. You tensed at her touch. Leaning in, she placed her mouth by your ear.
“I know,” she whispered. “If it helps, all you have to do is just suck on my clit when the time comes. It’s simple!”
Your eyes nearly shot out of your head. Your body however, reacted completely opposite. You could feel the wetness pooling in the bottoms of your bikini. Goosebumps began to form on your skin.
You let out a nervous laugh. “O-okay, haha. I’ll try!”
Wanda let out a giggle before jumping into the pool. You watched as she surfaced and swam across the water. What have you gotten yourself into?
You looked up again to find Bucky staring at you. He completely ignored Rhodey and the others speaking to him; his eyes were set on yours, darkened lustfully. He took his bottom lip between his teeth, tugging on it. You could feel your cheeks turning crimson. Before you could give him a small wave, Rhodey waved a hand in his face.
Oh boy. You were certainly in for it now.
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“Hey Wanda!” You called.
You were lying on one of the many large swimming chairs by the pool. The little bikini top tightened around your chest obscenely.
“I think I need some more sun block! This heat in killing me.”
Wanda emerged from the pool causally. Her purple bikini clung to her body tightly. A small, playful smirk was on her lips as she walked over to you.
“Well, well, well,” Bucky’s voice caused the both of you to jump and look over your shoulders. He was dressed in only a blue pair of swimming trunks, ones that showed off the V of his abs perfectly. In little white letters they spelled out: LIFEGUARD.
“Seems like we’ve got some law breakers here.”
“The sign says it’s open today!” Wanda exclaimed dramatically. Bucky leaned down so that he was inches from her face.
“It closed an hour ago, sweet cheeks.” You sighed, sitting up from your lying position.
“Can’t we just stay a little longer,” you pout, making sure to stick out your bottom lip. His eyes followed the movement. “Nobody has to know.”
Bucky smirked, reaching out his metal hand and taking a strand of your hair between his fingers. He twirled it casually.
"I could,” he says darkly. His eyes never leaving yours. “But what’s in it for me?”
You exchange a look with Wanda, before smirking.
"Anything you want.” You reply, sticking out your chest.
“Anything I want?” he repeated, raising his eyebrows.
His metal hand released the stray piece of hair in his hand and ran along the curve of your chest. You let out a sigh of pleasure.
“Anything.” You assured, placing your hand on top of his, guiding it slowly until it was resting on your covered breast.
Wanda hummed in agreement and scooted over until there was enough room of him between you. You pulled on his arm gently until he was seated between the two of you. You ran your fingers alongside his perfect jawline, grabbing ahold of his chin and turning his head to you.
You crushed your lips onto his, earning a moan from him. Wanda took this opportunity to run her hands along his chest, placing small kisses on his neck. Bucky’s hands traveled behind the two of you and began untying the tops of your bikinis.
“Jesus Christ, girls,” he groaned as he took in the sight of the two of you as you tossed the bikini tops to the side in unison.
He ran both of his hands along the curve of your breasts, repeating the action with the blonde as well. You let out a sigh at the coolness of his metal hands. His thumb ran across the sensitive nub of your nipple, pinching it slightly.
Both of you let out a chorus of whimpers, much to his pleasure. You straddled his thigh, placing your knees on either side. Wanda, taking the hint, did the same. You both began grinding your cores onto him, your clothed crotches rubbing against the material of his swims trunks deliciously.
“F-fuck…” Wanda whimpered, her head falling onto his shoulder. Bucky let out a husky laugh, running his hand down her back and onto her the curve of her ass. He pinched the flesh lightly, earning a gasp from the woman.
You could feel your wetness dripping out of your bottoms and onto the material of Bucky’s swim trunks. You grinded down on him harder, throwing your head back in pleasure.
The sensation of the material running along your clit mixed with Wanda’s whimpers was so erotic and you loved every second of it. Bucky’s metal hand found its way onto the small knot that held your bottoms together and skillfully untied it.
You leaned back, letting him have a view of your glistening core.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, aren’t you doll?” he asked, placing a kiss onto the flesh of your throat. You let out a pornographic moan as he sucked onto your throat, bruising the skin.
Suddenly, Bucky pulled away from the two of you. He shifted so that he was lying on the chair, his legs spread. “C’mon, doll face,” he smirked, taking your hand and guiding you until you were seated between his legs, your back facing him.
He hooked his hands underneath your thighs and spread them wide, leaving you completely exposed. And you couldn’t find it in yourself to be coy this time. Wanda licked her lips hungrily, her green eyes darkening at the sight of your dripping core. She slid onto the chair, lying on her stomach. You could feel the heat of her breaths on your pussy and you bucked your hips upward.
She let out a chuckle. “Someone’s eager, isn’t she?” she asked, her eyes flickering up to Bucky’s.
Bucky placed a kiss onto your temple, his hands running along your trembling body until they rested on your breasts. He kneaded them softly, enjoying the view of them in his large hands. You cried out, placing one of your hands on his bicep.
"Fuck…that feels so good, Bucky.”
Wanda blew a small puff of air onto your pussy, her eyes lighting each time you squirmed. You hated being teased.
“Please, Wanda…” you cried, desperate for any kind of pleasure. You longed to feel her between your folds.
“Please what, принцесса?” She teases, pressing small kitten licks to your labia.
Your head rolls back onto Bucky’s chest. You could feel his erection straining against the swim trunks. Grinding yourself back on him, he lets out a gasp.
“Please eat my pussy!” You cry.
With a smirk, she wrapped her lips around your clit and sucked harshly. Her slender fingers rubbed your glistening folds lovingly as she did so.
And it felt so surreal.
You’ve been eaten out by Bucky many times, and he was brilliant at it. But Wanda knew what made you tick from a woman’s point of view. The way she sucked on your clit, running her tongue over the numb repeatedly was the most beautiful sensation you’ve ever felt.
“Fuck!” You squeaked. Wanda began massaging your clit with her tongue, rolling it around in all types of directions. Your breathing came out in short, barely audible tuffs.
Bucky let out a curse at the sight. He began massaging your breasts with a little more force.
“You like that, princess?” He asked, his voice rough. “You like how Wanda’s eating your pussy out for everyone to see?”
You moaned, nodding furiously as she sped up her movements. You weren’t going to last long.
Your legs began to shake as your orgasm began approaching. The duel sensations of Wanda and Bucky were too much.
With a scream, you came, spilling your juices into Wanda’s willing mouth.
“Oh my god!” You screamed, feeling the the wetness dripping from you. Wanda groaned as she licked up your juices. She pulled away from your legs with a smirk, wiping her lips with her hand.
He shifted you so that you were on your back, lying in front of Wanda. You peered up at your friend with a grin and wrapped your hands around her thighs.
With a giggle, she spread her legs, placing both her knees on each side of your head. You reached, hands shaking with excitement.
Untying the small knot on her bikini bottoms, you pulled the string. The material slid from her body, giving you a view of her glistening core.
She lowered herself onto your face and began rocking slowly.
Wanda tasted just like you thought she would: sweet. You dragged your tongue along her hole, swirling it around in small circles. She let out a gasp.
You could feel Bucky get up from his position on the chair, leaving the space between your legs empty.
Wanda let out a moan as your tongue entered her. You hummed into her pussy, sending vibrations through her. You could feel her hands on your breasts, cupping them with her hands and massaging them softly. She rocked her hips harder into your tongue.
“Shit, Y/N…” she moaned, closing her eyes. “Just like that, baby.”
You moved your tongue faster, eager to bring her the same amount of pleasure she brought you. But your focus was broken when you felt Bucky’s hands on your thighs, spreading them apart.
You felt the tip of his cock against your folds, teasing it’s entrance. In one move, he thrust inside of you. You let out a groan into Wanda’s core, sending shivers down the woman’s body.
Bucky’s hands traveled to your legs and gently placed them around his waist. He started thrusting again, at a brutal pace. Your body jolted upwards at the force. You reached your hand out and placed it on Bucky’s arm for support.
Wanda was now grinding her pussy onto your face, riding it with ease. Her fingers were on her nipples, teasing them with little pinches.
“You’re doing such a good job, Y/N,” Bucky praised, thrusting harder into your heat. “Eating your best friend’s pussy like the good little slut you are.” You and Wanda let out out a groan in unison, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.
“You like getting your face ridden, don’t you Y/N?” Wanda asked, grinding her pussy into your mouth harder.
Mimicking her actions earlier, you wrapped your lips around her clit and began sucking harshly. She let out a strangled moan and threw her head back. You couldn’t wait to taste her cum.
You felt yourself clenching around Bucky’s cock. He let out a string of curses, closing his eyes at the sensation. You could hear the sounds of his hips hitting against yours as he began thrusting into you harder. The new pace caused you to let out a cry, pulling away from Wanda.
“Oh, Bucky…” you gasped, closing your eyes. He let out a chuckle before placing his hand between your bodies and rubbing small circles into your clit. Your mouth hung open, but before you could say anything, Wanda ground her pussy back onto your mouth.
“You’re not done here, yet, sweetie.” She giggled.
As hard as you tried, you couldn’t focus on her anymore. Bucky’s thrusts were hitting deeper and deeper, and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.
Pressing your tongue against her clit, you began shaking your head from side to side, creating an obscene sound with her juices.
“Oh! That’s it, Y/N!” she cried out, her voice higher than usual. “You’re gonna make me come!”
With a few more licks, she was done for.
Her orgasm shook through her body, wetting your mouth with her juices. You could feel it sliding down your face as she rode out her orgasm.
By the time it was over, she was panting harshly, her thighs shaking with aftershocks each time you pressed small kitten licks to her clit. With a satisfied sigh, she lifted herself from your mouth and crouched next to you.
Bucky let out a groan at the sight of Wanda’s come dripping down your face. He’s done quite a few threesomes in his life, but this. This was by far the dirtiest thing he’s ever seen. You rocked your hips back in time with his thrusts. You could tell he was close by the way his hips began to stutter.
You propped yourself up onto your elbows and placed a small kiss onto his lips.
“C’mon daddy,” you whimpered. “Come inside me!“
With a shout of your name, Bucky spilled inside you, coating your insides with his come. You sighed at the feeling of being full. You loved it when he fell apart like this. You loved it even more now that it would be on camera for you to watch over and over again.
After a moment of silence, you heard a chorus of wolf whistles and applause.
“RHODEY, GET THE EDITOR READY!” Tony shouted, throwing the stack of papers that were in his hands into the air. “WE’RE ABOUT TO WIN A FUCKING OSCAR!”
The three of you let out a tired laugh. You peered over at Wanda, who was lying back on the swimming chair, her eyes barely managing to stay open. Bucky was still on top of you surprisingly.
“Getting old, huh Barnes?” you teased, pressing a kiss into his hair.
He gave you a small, playful bite into your left breast. You let out a squeak and swatted his shoulder. For someone a hundred years old, he acted like a preteen.
“I don’t know about you guys,” Wanda yawned. “But I really can’t wait to watch this when it comes out.”
You peer over at your best friend and gave her a grin.
Can u do a bucky x resder were the reader has a oral fixation and Bucky likes to tease her for it
. ୨୧ ݁ ꒰ 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇 ⊹ . bucky x fem!reader. minors are prohibited from interacting.
warnings 18+ : explicit sexual content, oral sex (m receiving), cum play, cum smearing & feeding, cock worship, dirty talk, degradation & praise kink, slight dacryphilia, power dynamics
author’s note : this is pure filth... no plot, no apologies, just bucky being mean and sweet in equal measure while reader loses her entire mind over him. if that’s your thing, I hope it hits exactly right <33
You don’t even realize you’re doing it half the time.
The pen cap is already between your teeth, rolling slow against your tongue while you pretend to read mission reports. You’ve been sucking on it lazily for twenty minutes, soft pulls, little kitten licks, when Bucky’s voice slices through the quiet like he’s been waiting for this exact second.
“Jesus Christ doll. You gonna fuck that thing with your mouth or just edge it all night?”
Your eyes snap to the doorway. He’s filling the frame, arms crossed, metal arm gleaming, smirk lethal. Heat slams your cheeks. You yank the pen free with a wet pop that rings too loud.
“I wasn’t-”
“Bullshit.” He stalks forward. “Third thing you’ve had between those lips in the last hour. Coffee stirrer. Licorice. Now a goddamn pen. You keepin’ score or just tryin’ to make me snap?”
You try to glare. It folds the second he drops beside you, thigh burning against yours.
“Habit,” you mutter.
“Yeah?” He snatches the slick pen, twirls it, tosses it. “Most habits don’t make me this hard.”
Your mouth goes dry. Lips still buzzing, already aching for more.
He sees it.
Bucky leans in, mouth brushing your ear, voice smoke and gravel.
“Bet if I gave you somethin’ real to choke on, you’d forget everything else.”
Your breath catches loud, embarrassing.
He chuckles, dark and pleased then pulls back. Flesh hand lifts. Thumb drags slow across your bottom lip, parting it.
“Open.”
Pride? Gone.
Your lips drop.
Thumb slides in, warm, rough, tasting of gun oil, coffee, him. Tongue curls greedy. His pupils swallow the blue.
“There she is,” he breathes. “Starving little mouth.”
You hollow your cheeks, suck harder. He curses, metal fingers digging into your thigh.
You pull off slow, then look up through wet lashes.
“Maybe give me something bigger then Sergeant.”
His grin is pure sin.
No words.
He stands, unbuckles with one flick of metal, shoves jeans and briefs down. Cock springs free, heavy, thick, leaking and you whimper.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, wrapping flesh hand around the base, stroking once slow. “Already drooling.”
You lean forward.
He guides the head to your lips, smears precome like gloss.
“Open wider, sweetheart. Gonna feed you.”
Jaw drops, tongue flat. He slides in, slow stretch, velvet heat, salty musk flooding your senses. Deeper. Eyes water. You moan anyway.
“Fuck- there we go.” Metal hand cups your head, steady. “Take it like you’ve been dreaming.”
You do. Greedy. Sloppy. Hollowed cheeks, swirling tongue, needy sucks. He tastes addictive, musky, salty, all him. Head goes fuzzy fast. Thoughts dissolve. Just weight. Just heat. Just cock filling your mouth until jaw aches and throat flutters.
He groans, starts rocking shallow, then deeper. You gag, tears spill; you chase it harder. Chase the throb, the jump of his abs, the ragged breaths.
“Goddamn- look at you. Already cockdrunk.” Thumb wipes a tear tenderly. “Can’t think with me down your throat, can you?”
You shake your head no, muffled whine vibrating around him. He shudders.
“Fuck. Suck harder. Make it messy.”
You do. Spit slicks your chin, drips down your chest. Cheeks cave. He curses in multiple languages. Head swims, dizzy, euphoric, drunk on him.
He pulls out suddenly with a wet pop. Strings of spit connect your swollen lips to the glistening head.
You chase instinctively, tongue out, whining.
Bucky laughs.
“Greedy little thing.” He strokes himself fast, smearing your spit and his precome. “Want it back?”
You nod frantically.
“Beg.”
“Please- Bucky- please. Need it. Need you.”
Control shatters.
He feeds it back deeper, until nose brushes skin, throat convulses. Holds there, groaning, letting you feel every pulsing inch.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “So fuckin’ good.”
He fucks your mouth, careful but relentless until hips stutter, grip tightens.
But he doesn’t come down your throat.
He pulls out at the last second, hand flying, thick ropes of come stripe your face. Hot. Heavy. Across your cheeks, your lips, your chin. You gasp, eyes fluttering shut as it lands.
He doesn’t let it sit.
Flesh fingers scoop through the mess, smearing it slow, deliberate, painting your skin, dragging it toward your parted lips.
“Open,” he orders, voice wrecked.
You do immediately.
He pushes two fingers inside, coated thick with his release. You taste him, salty, bitter, warm, tongue curling around his digits like they’re everything. You suck greedily, hollowing again, moaning at the filthy slide.
“That’s it,” he breathes, watching you with blown pupils. “Clean me up baby. Every drop.”
You do. Swirling, sucking, swallowing until his fingers are slick only with your spit. He pulls them out slow, strings connecting and wipes the last smear across your bottom lip like gloss.
You’re a mess, face painted, lips swollen, eyes glassy, still panting.
He drops to his knees, cups your jaw with both hands, metal cool, flesh burning and kisses you deep, filthy, tasting himself on your tongue right alongside you.
“Still hungry?” he murmurs against your mouth.
You nod dazed, already reaching.
He grins, all teeth, all promise.
“Good. ’Cause I’m nowhere near done feeding this greedy mouth tonight.”
He hauls you up, throws you over his shoulder.
“Bedroom. Now. You’re gonna practice until you can’t remember anything but how I taste- and how you look covered in it.”
You’re already reaching back for him before he hits the hallway.
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